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The Contest

By: Anonymous Author



Me and the other guys in the frat had been having a particularly lucky couple of weeks. An old alumnus of ours had died and left our house a couple hundred thousand dollars and had been making the most of it. Of course half of it immediately went into savings in case we were ever sued (a growing concern for fraternities across this country) but the other half we decided to use for renovations. We bought a giant screen TV and built a new deck on the back of our house for cook outs and even installed a bar complete with old fashioned beer taps. And did that money ever pay off. We were the most popular house on fraternity row. We christened our new place with a kick-ass Super Bowl party that ended up with most of us getting laid and the next weekend the girls just showed up back at our house. We must have had nearly every co-ed on campus at our house every weekend over the next couple of months.

My buddy Todd and I had hooked up with a couple of Lamdas named Heidi and Shelly. They weren't your typical sorority girls either. They were both gorgeous and well built but they were also pretty smart and were the unofficial leaders of their house. They spent a lot of time with Todd and I. Most of it in our bedrooms fucking our brains out. However, Todd and I both knew that it was not so much us that they were interested in but our house. I knew something was up when we caught them and about ten of their sisters trying to steal our six foot tall television in a typical sorority prank. What was most odd about the event was that they were all wearing their sleeping clothes which mostly consisted of large t-shirts but which meant nothing but bras and panties on some of the bolder girls. They were really loud too, and even though it was four in the morning when they tried to break in they managed to wake up the entire house. Later Todd came up to me and said, "That was weird, it was almost like they wanted us to catch them. And who tries to break into a house wearing only a bra and panties?" Ok, I thought, what are they up to? Were they just trying to fuck with us? Were they trying to get our TV? Or, were they just trying to get us turned on? Why?

The next time Heidi spent the night with me their motivation became clear. She had just fucked me for about an hour and a half and I had managed to climax twice so I was pretty worn out. As she laid there rubbing on my semi-hard cock and biting at my nipple she sighed, "Those girls sure do love your TV set. It would look really good in our house. Can you imagine watching Days of Our Lives on a screen that big?"

"So," I answered, "you all really were trying to steal it."

"No, not really." She giggled, "We just wanted to see if we could seduce you guys out of it for a while. We just want to borrow it for the upcoming summer so that we can watch our soaps during the day when we don't have class." All summer classes at our school were in the evening and apparently the girls envisioned a lazy summer with OUR giant television. "You know," she said finally, "we'd find a way to pay you guys for it. We don't have the money to pay for it but I'm sure we could work something out. Maybe some type of contest, winner gets the TV for the summer."

"I don't know if the guys would go for that." I said. "I could be a really fun contest she added, and there could even be prizes for the losers." As she said this she began to kiss her way down my body and eventually began to blow me (one of her favorite pastimes). As I got closer and closer to cumming I realized that there might be some merit in the idea. Finally, I shot my spunk in her mouth and told her I would bring the idea to the guys. "Good" she said swallowing down the last little bits of my sperm.

TWO WEEKS LATER

"Ok" Heidi shouted to everyone in our large rec. room, "let the sex Olympics begin." I had finally managed to talk the frat into a sexual contest with the Lamda girls with the winner getting the TV for the summer. Since not everyone was staying for the summer there were only about ten of my brothers their with Todd and I; and Heidi and Shelly only had about 18 of their sisters. Shelly stood up and read off the rules that she and Heidi had written. "This is going to be like sexual truth or dare, except there is no truth option." First the guys dare one of our girls to do something and then we girls dare one of them to do something. Anyone who refuses gets a mark against them. The first team with three marks loses. We girls will get the last turn since the guys are going first. Remember, anything goes. Let the games begin."

Having not known the rules before then we were at a loss for what to tell one of the girls to do. Todd piped up first. "I dare Becky to blow me." Becky was Shelly's little sister in the sorority and in real life too. Shelly shot him a mean look but he just shrugged and said "Hey, she doesn't have to, it's just one mark." Becky giggled and put her had on Shelly's shoulder. "It's ok sis. I just hope its as big as you said." She walked over and knelt in front of Todd and just smiled up at him. "You could have come up with something harder." She said. I don't think anyone besides Becky got her little joke. She unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out the hole in his boxers. She began to blow him and in no time Todd was really hard. His dick was about seven inches long and Becky took all of it with ease. Her little hand jacked him up and down as her tongue swirled around his head. Apparently she wasn't the innocent little freshman she appeared to be. Her short straight brown hair blocked most of the view but Todd kept trying to pull it away so as to be able to see her face. She was wearing white shorts with a tight stripped shirt that bared her midrift. Her tight little tits looked great and her nipples were obviously becoming hard. After about ten minutes Todd grunted and grasped the back of Becky's head. "Fuck!" he grunted and squirted in her mouth. None of us could see beyond her hair but Todd must have given her quite a load because he bucked for about a minute and she appeared to almost choke, but like a good little trooper she stayed with him till the end. When she finally finished and stood up only one little drop was on her lower lip. I pointed it out to her and she quickly licked it off and gave me a wink. The girls all cheered.

"Now its our turn to make a dare," Heidi said, "And I dare Todd to fuck Shelly."

I gave Heidi a quizzical look and said, "But he just got a blow job?"

"Hey, a dare is a dare. He doesn't have to, its only one mark!"

Todd just shrugged and walked over to Shelley. "Well, how do you want it?"

"Hey, the dare is for you to fuck me, so strip off my clothes and get to it." It was obvious that Shelly intended to do no work at all, for she made Todd take off all of her clothes without help and get himself hard. When she was stripped Todd grabbed her ankles and dragged her off the couch and onto the ground. She lay on her back and Todd put her ankles up over his shoulders. Shelly has really small tits but her nipples were huge. She had aereolas that covered almost her entire tit and nipples that stuck out half an inch. Todd, having already shot one load, drove his dick into her shaved little pussy with no finesse. He leaned forward and put his hands on her forearms and pinned them to the ground. He just rammed into her hard for about fifteen minutes. He was getting really sweaty and she was hardly sweating at all. Shelly was determined to make him do all of the work and she just looked up at her girlfriends and even chatted with them while Todd was working his ass off inside of her cunt. Finally, Todd buried himself into her all the way and shot a load in her womb. He fell off of her really worn out from power fucking her and shooting his second load in less than forty minutes. Shelly agreed that he had fucked her to the end and thus it was our turn again. Todd stood up and pulled his boxers up from his ankles and then collapsed back onto the couch where he had been sitting.

I conferred with the guys and we decided that it was time to make it harder on the women. "Robert here wants Kimberly to let him fuck her up the ass." Now, this wasn't exactly the nicest thing to do, since Kimberly was rather shy and virginal looking, but Robert had had his eye on her for a while, and since she was engaged to some Marine overseas he knew this would be his only chance to ever touch her. Kimberly looked nervous but she got a lot of pep talking from her sisters so she finally agreed. Shelley had brought some lube with her and she gave all of us erections when she told Kimberly to bend over and let her get her ass lubed up. Kimberly dropped her shorts and pink panties to the floor but she refused to take off her shirt.

"That wasn't the deal," she protested, "all he said was that I had to let him fuck my ass. The shirt stays on." Kimberly wanted to maintain some dignity and you couldn't blame her since she was engaged. She bent over and presented her anus to Shelly who squirted a big glob of KY up her butt. "She's good and ready now Robert, but go slow, I don't think she's ever done this before." Kimberly's long red curls hung down almost to her ass and when she got down on all fours they spread out all over the floor. Poor Robert had dropped his jeans and was just too excited about finally getting the girl her had lusted after for so long. He was rock hard and totally filled with lust. He got on his knees behind Kimberly and reached forward and tentatively reached forward to play with Kimberly's pussy. "Please Robert, just do it and get it over with." Kimberly wasn't to excited by the idea and wanted to get it over as quickly as possible. Robert was obviously disappointed, after all her really did like her, but not so disappointed as to refuse to fuck her ass. To his credit, he was pretty gentle with her, he slowly slipped the head of his cock inside her ass and then took it back out again. He reinserted it and slowly worked his way up her ass.

When Kimberly finally took all of him up her ass, she was biting her bottom lip quite hard, he pulled out a little and began to pump. Four or five of these pumps and he was through. He pulled his cock out of her ass and shot a tremendous load up her back, on her ass, and all over her lovely red curls. At first he was embarrassed by how quickly he shot his load but the girls, and most of us guys, were so amazed by the sheer amount of cum that he shot that when he saw their looks of disbelief he got his confidence back. Porn stars couldn't shoot that much cum. It looked like Kimberly had just put an entire bottle of moose in her hair. Her entire back was sticky with cum and it started to soak through her shirt. During the rest of our contest she just sat on the couch with a handkerchief and tried to get the semen out of her hair.

"Our turn again." Heidi said, "And given the performance we just witnessed we need to let Kimberly have a rest. So we'll have to go to our third option." It was now obvious that the girls had planned all of their dares in advance. "Todd, titty-fuck Megan." "He's already gone once, give someone else a chance." I said. "Nope, a dare is final and if he doesn't want to then you all lose a mark." Megan was an amazon of sorts, not butch just big with breasts to match. She was obviously proud of her chest so she stood up pulled her halter over her head and undid her support bra. She needed a support bra, her tits were huge. Her nipples were dark brown and perfectly round. What tits!! She knelt in front of Shelly while Shelly squirted and then rubbed lube between her melons. When she was well lubed she lay down on her back and looked toward Todd.

"Well, come on stud. Fuck my titties." Todd couldn't believe it. Why did they keep choosing him, then it dawned on me: they were going to keep choosing him until he couldn't do it anymore. That was how they planned on winning. Todd dropped his pants to the floor and took out his limp dick. He began to rub it on Kimberly's nipples in an effort to get hard. I found out later that Shelly fucked Todd three times last night and woke him up twice more during the night to give him a blow job. And while Todd had enjoyed the attention the effects of Shelly's late night libido were beginning to show. Todd finally got hard and began to slide his dick between Kimberly's tits but he just wasn't up to it. He tried and tried and Emily even cheated a little to try and help him out. She would lick the tip of his dick and squeeze his balls but Todd just couldn't cum one more time.

"Ok, Fuck this!" I yelled, "This was supposed to be a fair contest and now you bitches have decided to try and wear out just one guy. Well, the only reason most of us agreed to this contest was the chance to get some nookie, and we're not going to loose our TV and be denied a piece of ass!" All the rest of the guys cheered and agreed with me. "That was not the deal" the girls complained. "Tough shit, the deal is changing. We will give you all the TV, but each one of us gets to fuck one of you. We get to fuck you all we want to all summer! That will be the price of the TV."

The rest of the summer was great for us guys. We got a lot of work done because we had no TV around to distract us and the girls got great tans and got to see all of their soaps. You could call that summer the summer of cum and that summer has one hundred stories to itself.

The Contest



Cole tossed the stack of paperwork down on his desk in disgust. "This has got to be the worst day in my career!" he thought. He had just come from his supervisor's office where Diane Parker had thoroughly berated Cole about the project he had worked on for the past week and a half. He had been given the wrong information from finance, he tried to tell her, but she would not listen. Now he was going to have to start over, and the whole packet was due in another week! At least she could have offered him an assistant for a couple of days. 

She had been in particularly fine form today. The Ice Princess, they all called her behind her back. She was sexy to look at, but all business and no excuses. She demanded 100% from everyone, and if she didn't think she was getting it, she would let you know just why your performance would improve. He could see himself working the whole weekend on this project just to get halfway back to where he had been this morning.

He loosened his tie and the top button of his shirt, then sat down at his desk. He scowled at the pile of folders in front of him and then sighed. He might as well get started. It was not even noon yet, and maybe he could get enough done today to justify going out for a couple of hours tonight. He wasn't in such a mood to go out, but he knew Julie would be working tonight, like every Friday. One glance from her shy brown eyes really sent Cole, and he intended to finally ask her out tonight. 

Just then Cole noticed a gray envelope propped against his phone. It was from the owner of the company. Usually these envelopes came at Christmas time containing an invitation to the company Christmas party and a check. The standing joke at the company was that the bonus check was so they could all afford to dress up for the occasion, always held at the city's finest hotel.

Cole slid his letter opener into the envelope and slit the top open. Just for a moment he toyed with the idea of sticking the letter opener into his supervisor, but he let it go and placed the blade back into the drawer. He pulled the thick, expensive paper from the envelope and opened it. The message inside read:

"Greetings, Cole. As all of you at the company know, I am an old man, and I have no family. I have decided to choose an heir from my employees. I am inviting all my employees to my estate for the weekend. The person who pleases me the most will inherit my company and the bulk of my personal estate. I will make an announcement Monday declaring who that person will be. There are three conditions for your attendance:

1. You must come alone. No spouse, no significant other, no parents or children. 

2. You may bring nothing with you. If you are to attend, you must leave by company car right after work this evening. Just dial my receptionist and she will arrange to have you met. All your needs will be provided for.

3. You must tell no one else where you are going or why.

As an added incentive, those employees who stay the whole weekend and fulfill all the requests I make of them will receive a check for one thousand dollars when they leave. My receptionist will be leaving for my estate at exactly five p.m. If you have not telephoned her by that time your name will be crossed off the list and you will be removed from consideration. 

Lawrence Underwood

Cole stared at the paper. This was the most bizarre thing he had ever been presented with. He looked at the stack of folders on his desk again and fantasized about telling his supervisor to pack up and get out, as the new owner he was firing her! For a moment he could plainly see the look that would be on her face. How she would plead for her job. How he would consider letting her stay if she gave him a blow job. It might be worth letting her stay just to see the bitch on her knees with her mouth full of his cock. But no, he would tell her to get out by that afternoon and never darken the company's doorstep again.

He shook his head and reached for the phone. Oh well, it would be worth suffering through the old man's stupid game playing for the thousand bucks, anyway. Julie would have to wait until next weekend. He picked up the phone and dialed extension 101. He didn't know how she did it, but the old man's receptionist always picked up the phone on the first ring. 

"This is Trish. How may I help you?" the slightly breathy voice on the other end said. "Trish the dish" all the guys called her. She had never gone out with any of the men in the company, though, so rumor had it she was only interested in women. 

"Too bad." he thought as he told her who he was and why he was calling. "It could be a fun weekend with someone like her along."

At precisely 4:40 that afternoon Cole walked out the front door of the office building with nothing but what he was wearing and climbed into the back seat of the gray sedan waiting at the curb. He wondered aloud why he was going alone, but the driver told him no one was to know who else would be there until they joined them. It was a two hour drive to the old man's estate. Cole had plenty of time to wonder just what kind of hoops he would have to jump through for the old man to get his thousand dollars. He didn't really think he had a chance at becoming the old man's heir. He figured the old man already had someone picked, this weekend was probably just a way of getting his jollies one last time by everyone sucking up to him. Well Cole could kiss ass with the rest of them for a couple of days, if it meant an extra thousand bucks in his pocket. And who knew, maybe this was for real.

As they drove out of the woods approaching the mansion, Cole was stunned. The place was huge! He had expected something big, but this was beyond anything he had imagined. He was escorted inside by a man in gray, where they were met by another man dressed the same. The second man said, "I will show you to your room. You will receive further instructions when you have showered and changed."

Cole stepped out of the shower and toweled his hair vigorously, then donned the robe hanging on the back of the door. The furnishings and fixtures of the suite he had been shown to were opulent, as one would expect. He stepped into the adjoining bedroom and noticed a tray on the table in the corner. There were several covered dishes, the usual utensils, and a steaming pot of coffee on the tray. A folded note card was propped against the coffee pot. He read the note first. It simply stated: Enjoy your dinner. You will find clothes to fit you in your room. Please dress and come downstairs to the ballroom no later than 9:00 p.m.

Cole lifted the covers off the plates on the tray. Dinner looked and smelled fabulous. He noted to himself that he was really going to enjoy this weekend. He finished his dinner and opened the drawers in the dresser, then looked in the closet. He let out a whistle. He might not be able to afford quality, but he could recognize it when he saw it. Cole became more determined than ever to do whatever the old man asked of him.

As he walked down the stairs, Cole noticed several people he recognized from work, all dressed in evening finery. The man who had escorted him to his room was directing people to a room off the main hall. He followed and found himself in a very large room with chairs and small tables around three of the walls. He was surprised that around thirty people had decided to take a chance for the old man's money. He knew some of them were married. He wondered how was it to take off for the weekend and not be able to tell your spouse where you are and what you are doing. 

Then he saw his supervisor, Diane. He drew in a sharp breath and stared at her for a long moment. His eyes moved from her shining dark hair piled on her head and wrapped with strings of tiny gems to her simple yet stunning gown of iridescent blue that hugged her goddess-like body until it began to split at mid-thigh. Her long legs were well toned and ended with her beautiful feet encased in tiny straps with heels. The slender straps of her gown drew his eyes to where her neckline plunged revealingly to display her magnificent breasts.

She looked so totally fuckable. She didn't resemble at all the untouchable ice maiden he knew from work. This woman looked like her body would become molten under his touch. It wasn't fair. He wanted to walk over to her that instant, but he figured she wouldn't give him a second glance and then would hold it against him on Monday.

Just then the band that was softly playing at the far end of the room stopped, and their host came through a door behind the small stage and spoke into a microphone. "Greetings, all," he said as he surveyed the room. "I suppose you are all curious as to what you may have to do to please me while you are here. Do not worry. Tomorrow will be soon enough to find out details. Enjoy all my estate has to offer in the morning. I will call each one of you to me for a private interview, and you will learn more then. This evening please just be my guests and enjoy the music and libations." He smiled as he spread his arms in welcome, then left the way he came in. 

The band started playing music again, and a few people began dancing. Cole made a beeline for the bar and asked for a shot, downed it quickly, then asked for another. He sipped the second one more slowly as he looked across the room. He couldn't believe the woman he saw tonight was the same one who had bitched him out earlier in the day. That morning she had been cold, unyielding. Tonight she looked as if she might melt on his tongue. He finished his drink and began to walk over to her. As if totally unaware of his approach, Diane stood up from where she had been sitting alone and started for the door. 

"Diane." Cole said softly. She turned. 

"Yes?" she looked at him expectantly. In her heels she met him eye to eye. "Did you want something?"

"I just wanted to say good evening." He started to turn away. 

"Thank you." she replied more warmly. "I'm sure you can guess your coworkers have not been anxious to seek me out this evening. I was just going to go upstairs."

"Would you like to dance?" he asked her quickly.

"Yes," she replied, surprising him. "I would like that."

He took her hand and they walked to the middle of the floor where there were several other couples dancing. She fit perfectly in his arms. By the time the song was finishing he thought maybe he was getting somewhere, but as soon as the music stopped Diane stepped back from him and excused herself. "I think tomorrow will be a long day," she said as she pulled her hand from his. "I had better go now."

Cole shook his head as she walked out the door. "I will never understand women!" he thought. "Just when you think you know what's going on, they show you how wrong you are." He walked back to the bar and had another shot, then left for his own bed.

At 7:45 the maid tapped on his door announcing breakfast, then left a tray outside the door. As the night before, there was a note on the tray. The note said to dress casually and go to the library at exactly 9:30 a.m. "At last!" Cole thought, "Now I'll find out how much ass-kissing I'll have to do." He ate his breakfast, showered and shaved, then dressed in some of the clothes he found in the closet. At 9:30 he was at the door of the library, being guided there by one of the many servants in the immense home. Just as he was raising his hand to knock, the door opened. 

"Come in, come in!" said Mr. Underwood . 

Cole walked into the room to find Mr. Underwood sitting in a large stuffed chair and his supervisor, Diane, sitting on a couch. She looked a lot more relaxed this morning, dressed in a skirt and blouse, but not the businesslike attire she usually wore at the office. And her hair was down, something he had never seen before. It cascaded about her shoulders like a living wave of mahogany brown. He felt himself starting to get hard at the thought of tangling all that hair in his fingers as she... he looked quickly back to Mr. Underwood.

"Yes, she's beautiful, isn't she, Mr. Harris? Let's just get this out of the way. I'll call you Cole and you will call me Larry. And now on to the business at hand. How serious are you about pleasing me, Cole? I have already had to let several people go home today, because they refused to do as I asked. They do not understand that it takes a willingness to give all of yourself to the business if necessary. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, I do, Mr...err.. Larry." said Cole. "I am willing to do whatever you ask."

"Excellent!" The old man smiled. "Your first job is to take off your clothes and masturbate for this woman."

Cole could not believe his ears. He hadn't thought for a moment that the requests of this weekend would be of a sexual nature! Maybe this was just a test to see if he meant what he said about being willing to do anything. He peeled off his shirt, and when no one stopped him, he stepped out of his pants and underwear. He looked at Diane, his boss 5 days a week. She was looking at him, but her eyes would not go above his well-muscled chest. She finally looked up at his face and he could see a mixture of arousal and disapproval in her eyes for a second until she looked down again. His cock was becoming erect under her gaze. He took his cock in his hand and began moving his hand up and down the length of it, squeezing as he went up, relaxing his grip a little as he went down. 

Diane watched every move he made. He imagined her spread in front of him, rubbing on her clit and playing with her nipples as he jacked himself. He could see her fingers rolling her nipples, pinching them as they hardened. Her fingers moving down to her pussy and spreading her lips wide. So pink, so wet looking as she pushed two of her fingers into her own slickness, bringing them out all coated with her juices and rubbing them furiously across her clit. Her head thrown back, her lips parted as she moaned her pleasure... It took no time at all to feel his balls tightening as his fist slapped against them. His hand began to move faster, squeezing both ways now. "Unhhh..." he groaned just a little.

"Stop." The old man said, "Do not cum." 

Cole looked over at him and back at his own throbbing cock. He was swollen and red, his balls clenched up ready to blow. He wanted to cum. He had been getting ready to cum, looking at Diane and imagining how she would look with his cum sprayed all over her face. 

"Just relax, son. All in good time. Some things are worth the wait." The old man chuckled and turned to Diane. "You like that?"

She smiled wickedly. "Yes."

His balls aching for release, Cole interjected, "Do I get a choice?"

"No." replied The old man. Then he turned again to Diane. "I bet your cunt is dripping from watching him. And I'll bet it makes you even hotter that I made him stop, knowing how badly he wants to cum."

One look at Diane and Cole could tell she was enjoying his discomfort immensely. Oh well, his erection would fade, he supposed he could live with it.

"Get up." the old man told Diane. "Suck his dick. Play with his balls. But don't make him cum." She looked surprised, even affronted for a moment, but Cole knew she must have thought about being the one with the money, the one giving all the orders. His cock began to swell anew when he saw her obediently get up from the couch and kneel in front of him. Diane took him in her hand and began licking the head of his cock and rubbing her lips over it. She took him in her mouth hesitantly, then more aggressively, sucking him in as far as she could while she coated him with her saliva. She reached up with her other hand and began gently massaging Cole's balls with her fingertips, rolling them back and forth a bit as she rubbed them. Then she began really working his cock, pulling him into her mouth and then holding the suction as she drew him out, her hand up and down his hard length each time. 

He groaned. He could feel his cum boiling up again, his balls aching with the fullness. 

"Be careful." The old man admonished. "Remember you aren't to cum until I tell you to. And if you don't stop before he does you've failed, too," he told Diane.

She looked up at Cole's face and stopped right then. He exhaled with a rush as she let go of him. He was so close! He wanted so badly to cum in her mouth, to fulfill the fantasy he'd had so often after all those times spent standing in front of her desk as she made him feel incompetent. 

Diane sat back on the couch and smiled. She looked smug. Too smug apparently. "Let me see how wet you are." the old man said to her with a leer. "Let me see that wet pussy. Show us both how bad you want to be fucked. She stood up and slid her skirt off. She turned her back to them and bent way over, her hair cascading over her toes and onto the floor. Her legs were lean and shapely, her ass curved just right, but when she reached up and spread herself for them, her glistening pussy took the men's total attention.

Cole took a deep breath. Shit! He wasn't sure how badly she wanted to be fucked, but he knew how badly he wanted to sink his cock deep into her. His cock was so stiff he was sure he'd give her the fucking of her life, if only the old man would let him.

As if reading his mind, the old man said, "You'd like to fuck her, wouldn't you? I bet her pussy would feel so good sliding over your hard cock. You want that slippery cunt wrapped around you?"

"Oh, God yes." Cole replied as he stepped toward Diane.

"Not so fast." He was brought up short by the old man's words. "Don't be in such a hurry." He told Diane to sit back down on the couch. "Now you suck on her tits," The old man ordered. "Don't touch her any where else but there, and don't use your hands, only your mouth. I want to see you really enjoy those beautiful tits."

Cole was only too happy to oblige. By now he figured it would lead to fucking her sooner or later anyway. He would just have to enjoy getting there. Diane unbuttoned her blouse slowly, even teasingly it seemed to Cole. She had no bra, and her full breasts seemed to be straining up at him. He lowered his head to her, putting his mouth over one of her nipples and sucking it in. He didn't waste time being gentle, just sucked her in and began flipping her nipple back and forth with his tongue. She moaned, and pressed against his mouth. He let go for a moment, then sucked her other nipple into his mouth. He danced his tongue over it, sucking it hard and making her moan again. When he let go he looked at both of them, standing up hard, slightly reddened from his attention. He took the first one back into his mouth again, this time more gently. He pressed his tongue into the tip of it, rolling it under his tongue. She pushed herself into him, her breast filling his mouth. 

"You may stop now." The old man broke into Cole's thoughts. "Step back from her."

Cole stepped back. "Damn!" he muttered under his breath.

The old man spoke to Diane again. "I want you to fuck yourself." he said. "I mean really work that cunt. I want your fingers in and out of it, and I want you to really strum that clit. When you cum, I want to hear you, understand?" 

Diane nodded and went to work. She leaned back on the couch and spread her legs wide, sliding both hands between them. She stroked herself, rubbing her lips with both hands, pulling them apart to expose her pink inner flesh. Her skin was beginning to glisten as she slid her fingers in and out of herself, spreading her inner moisture over her aroused pussy. "Mmmmmm....oohhhhhhhhh" she moaned as she began rubbing her fingers back and forth across her clit. Her other fingers disappeared inside her, and when she pulled them out they were slick, dripping with her juices. She put them up to her mouth and licked them off, sucking them in to get every drop. She seemed lost in her own pleasure, her hips moving, a little groan escaping now and then, her fingers rubbing, rubbing... 




The Contest



Eddie Sloan and I have been friends as long as either of us can remember. We've always been very competitive, including a long-running argument about who has the bigger cock, more sexual stamina, and the greater self-control in the sack.

In college, we'd brag about how hard, thick, long, and enduring our respective erections had been on dates. At various times, we'd measure our dicks and there wasn't much to choose between us: Eddie is a little longer; I'm a little thicker. So, the arguments settled into debates about who could stay erect longer with a woman, without shooting his load.

Even after we both married beautiful, sexy women, we continued comparing notes about our love-making sessions. It was always in fun, but there was an unmistakable edge to our boasting. 

We're in our late-twenties now, happily married, and still best friends. Our wives are close, too, and we do a lot of things together as couples. We'd never done any spouse swapping, but there always was a lot of good-natured flirting.

My wife, Michelle, is a statuesque Irish lass with flaming red hair. She is an animal in bed and her sex drive is every bit as strong as mine.

Eddie is married to Kimberly, a dead-ringer for Meg Ryan. She's smaller than Michelle, but with a perfectly proportioned figure and nipples that seem always hard, a fact I can't help but notice, since she often is obviously braless.

Last winter, the four of us shared a condo at a beach resort in Acapulco. We had a blast, and tried just about everything, from snorkeling to parasailing. We spent long hours at the pool and on the beach, and long evenings in restaurants and nightclubs. In such a romantic, exotic setting, we naturally were horny much of the time; the sexual innuendoes and wisecracks abounded. Inevitably, Eddie and I resumed our debates.

One night, after more that a few bottles of wine among us, our wives called our bluff.

"You guys have been talking about this shit forever," Michelle said. "Why don't you settle it, once and for all."

"Yeah," chimed in Kimberly. "Shit or get off the pot. We're sick of listening to you guys going on about how macho you are. Prove it!"

Eddie and I looked at each other and grinned. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Let's have a contest," Michelle said, grinning broadly. "We'll make up some rules and Kimberly and I will be the judges. We'll do it before we leave here on Saturday. What do you say?"

"You're on!" I exclaimed, emboldened by the wine. "Right, Eddie?"

"Sure," Eddie agreed. "Maybe I can finally shut you up."

We talked into the night about how to conduct the contest, and came up with these rules:

1. The guys had to do everything the girls told us to, and couldn't do anything they didn't tell us.

2. We both would be told to do the same things at the same time, for fairness sake.

3. The winner would be the guy who lasted longest before cumming.

4. We had to agree not to cum, either through sex with our wife or masturbation, between now and the contest.

5. The contest would be held the day after tomorrow, in the morning.

6. This was the best part: Kimberly would try to make me cum, and Michelle would try to make Eddie cum. That way, there would be no chance of a wife trying to help her husband win by delaying his ejaculation.

Everything else was up to Michelle and Kimberly, who agreed to talk the next day, without Eddie and me present, to plan what they were going to do.

I was semi-hard just thinking about what Kimberly might do to me. I wondered if she would get naked, and was afraid the sight of her erect nipples, alone, might make me cum.

Periodically throughout the next day, Michelle and Kimberly would go off by themselves, giggling and writing on a pad of paper. We found out later they spent much of the time talking about Eddie's and my sex organs, sex habits, likes and dislikes in bed, etc. They also agreed on what they would do to us during what by now had become known as The Contest, in capital letters.

Eddie and I talked, too, comparing notes about our respective wives' anatomy, and what we might expect the next day. It was pretty exciting stuff and we both were looking forward to it with great anticipation and a little apprehension. After all, this would mark the end of our long-running debate and one of us would "lose."

At dinner that night, Michelle and Kimberly told us The Contest would begin after breakfast in Michelle and my bedroom. I guess I hadn't realized the four of us would be in one room, but it made sense, because then there could be no disagreement about who came first. The realization that not only would I be in some kind of sexual relations with Kimberly, but that I also would be watching my wife with my best friend, excited me even further. I couldn't wait for morning!

It wasn't easy that night in bed. My head was filled with images of me and Kimberly, Eddie and Michelle. I was extremely horny, which probably wasn't good, since I didn't want to start The Contest already aroused. 

"I'm as hard as a rock just thinking about this thing," I said to Michelle. "It's really erotic."

"I know," she said. "I'm soaking wet." It was all I could do not to reach between her legs, but I knew if I did, we'd be fucking within seconds. Instead, I groaned, rolled away from her, and said: "I wish you hadn't told me that!"

"I'm sorry," she said, "but it's exciting for Kimberly and me, too. We really don't care who wins your silly contest; we just want to have some fun."

"You mean you won't be rooting for me?" I asked. 

"I didn't say that," Michelle replied, "but it's just not as important to Kimberly and me as it seems to be to you and Eddie."

"Just make sure you do your best to make him cum first," I said.

"Oh, don't worry," Michelle said. "Kimberly and I agreed that we'd both go all-out. You guys aren't going to know what hit you!"

While I was excited to imagine what Kimberly might do to me, I felt a pang of – I guess it would be jealousy – about Michelle going "all-out" on Eddie. With all those thoughts in my head, it took me awhile to fall asleep. 

After breakfast the next morning, the four of us gathered in Michelle's and my bedroom.

"OK," Michelle said. "Let's get started. Remember, you both have to do exactly what we tell you and nothing else. The guy who cums first loses. One more thing: Kimberly and I will do the talking. You guys are not to speak. Now, both of you get naked."

Eddie and I stripped, and I couldn't help notice Michelle looking at Eddie's cock, which already was semi-hard. Mine wasn't, which I took as a good sign.

"Lie down on the bed," Kimberly instructed, "and play with yourselves until you're both hard."

It was a king-sized bed, plenty wide enough for all four of us. Eddie and I laid down and our wives stood at the foot of the bed, watching and grinning. Eddie was fully erect almost immediately; it took me a few minutes.

When we both were hard, the girls sat down on the bed, Michelle next to Eddie and Kimberly by me. They both started to stroke our cocks. I don't know which was more exciting; having Kimberly do me or watching Michelle do Eddie. After a few minutes, I was feeling really good, but I felt under control and in no danger of cumming. Eddie was lying back with his eyes closed, also apparently OK.

The girls looked at each other, nodded, squirted some oil into their hands, and began rubbing it on our cocks. It was some stuff Michelle and I had brought and was flavored so it could be licked. My heart pounded when I thought about Kimberly licking or sucking me … and Michelle doing Eddie! Meanwhile, Kimberly kept stroking me and the oil heightened my arousal. I began to worry a little. Eddie still had his eyes closed and looked blissfully happy.

What happened next was a huge surprise. Both girls stood and stripped to the waist! There were my wife and my best friend's wife with their tits hanging out and us naked on the bed! They put more oil on their hands and rubbed it all over their tits.

I could tell Michelle was hot, because she was getting that flush on her cheeks she always gets when she's horny. And Eddie was staring at her pendulous 38-D tits and huge, dark areola with his mouth open. But what blew me away were Kimberly's nipples. They looked as hard as erasers and were sticking out what looked like an inch or more! 

"OK, guys," Michelle said. We want you to lick our tits dry." 

I couldn't believe my ears. I was beginning to think this contest was as much for the girls' benefit as ours. They wanted us to lick their tits!

I began licking Kimberly's rather small, but very firm, left breast from the perimeter in, finally reaching the stiff nipple. When my tongue passed over it, it sprung back as if it were on a strong spring and she made quiet, happy sound in her throat. When that breast was licked dry, I moved to the other. This time, Kimberly thrust forward slightly, eager to feel my tongue on her nipple.

I glanced at Michelle and Eddie. It was taking him quite a bit longer to cover the considerable surface area of her impressive breasts. Both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves and neither was paying any attention to Kimberly or me.

After a few minutes, Kimberly announced in a rather husky voice, "OK, that's enough." With that, both girls re-oiled their breasts and Kimberly said: "Now, guys, kneel in front of us on the bed and start rubbing your cocks between our breasts."

Each woman lay back on the bed and pushed her breasts together. Eddie and I straddled each other's wife and inserted our cocks into the crevices between those beautiful mounds. My cock protruded several inches out of Kimberly's, but Eddie's was completely buried within Michelle's mammoth mammaries.

As I thrust forward and pulled back, I felt a growing desire to increase the tempo and pressure. I knew that inevitably would lead, within a few minutes, to ejaculation, so I deliberately slowed my pace. Kimberly was watching my penis peek out of her breasts, disappear, then reappear. Its head was bulbous and red and it was growing thicker and stiffer with each thrust. 

About 20 minutes had passed since we began The Contest, and neither Eddie nor I had shot our load, so far. Michelle looked over at Kimberly and me and said, "OK, guys, get off us and lay down on your backs." As we did so, the girls stripped off their shorts. Both now stood there wearing only small thong bikinis. "Anybody feel like cumming?" Michelle grinned.

"Mike does!" Eddie shouted, his long cock standing straight and tall. "He's bursting, aren't you, Mike?"

I grabbed my cock by the shaft and waved it threateningly. "Not me, Eddie; I can last for hours. You look like you're ready to pump, though. How do you like my wife's tits?"

At that comment, Michelle shot me a look that I interpreted as, "Be careful, Mike; you might get more than you bargained for."

"Don't you worry about Michelle and me," Eddie countered. "Just let my little Kimberly do her thing with that teeny weenie of yours."

"OK, big mouths; let's get back to business," Kimberly said. "Less talk and more action."

My cock was slippery with the oil from Kimberly's breasts, so when she suddenly began masturbating me, it felt really good. She used both of her hands, one immediately following the other, in a continuous downward stroke, from the tip to the base of my cock. The effect was electric and I knew if she kept doing that, it wouldn't be long before I exploded. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the increasing urgency I felt in my groin.

Fortunately, she stopped the rapid stroking after a minute or so, and began stroking me slowly up and down with one hand, while playing with my right nipple with the other. This felt great, too, but didn't produce the sense of imminent ejaculation I had just experienced. Rather, I now was at a pleasurable, but lower, level of excitement that I thought I could maintain awhile.

I looked across the wide bed and saw that Michelle was doing the identical things to Eddie that Kimberly was to me. But Eddie looked a little uncomfortable, as if he was making a deliberate effort at control. Maybe he's going to blow, I thought, and at once hoped he wouldn't. Not that I didn't want to win The Contest, but I didn't want it to end so soon. I was really enjoying this. So, too, I noticed was Michelle, who was intent on stroking Eddie's long erection.

The girls looked at each other and Michelle barked, "Sit in the chairs!" as she and Kimberly simultaneously got off the bed. They had brought into the bedroom two of the chairs from around the table in the kitchenette, and it was toward these Michelle now motioned us to go.

As we moved to the chairs, I couldn't resist stealing a look at Kimberly's tight, high ass. I knew she worked out regularly at the gym, and her body showed it. Her legs were beautifully shaped, her abs were flat as a board, and the nipples on her perky tits were hard and long. Michelle, built for comfort, is softer and more rounded. With a gun to my head, I'd choose Michelle's body type, but it sure was great looking at Kimberly.

Preceded by our proud erections, Eddie and I walked to the chairs; which were side-by-side, about three feet apart; and sat down. Turning their backs to us, Michelle and Kimberly wiggled their asses and sat down on us. A lap dance! I'd had them before – in fact, one time with Eddie when we went to a bachelor's party at a strip joint – but I was always clothed. I wasn't at all sure how it might work with me naked – and aroused – and Kimberly all-but-nude sitting on my lap.

I soon found out. Kimberly sat on the topside of my cock and began moving forward and back, rubbing the length of my cock, but not inserting it into her vagina. Michelle was doing the same with Eddie, who had a rapturous look on his face. 

I was OK for about 30 seconds, then the urge to cum became strong and was growing stronger by the second. I started to moan and Kimberly increased the tempo of her movements in my lap. I glanced over and Eddie had his head thrown back, his eyes closed and his mouth in a grimace. I was pretty sure one of us was about to lose the contest.

Suddenly, Michelle and Kimberly jumped from our laps. "Don't move!" Michelle ordered. She went to the nightstand by our bed and removed two condoms, handing one to Kimberly. Both of them then removed their thongs and stood completely naked in front of us! Michelle has a thick, reddish-blonde bush. Kimberly's pubic hair was shaved into a neat and narrow strip above her pussy lips. They tore open the packets and walked back to the chairs with the condoms. 

Kimberly knelt on the floor in front of me, placed the condom on the tip of my penis, and slowly unrolled it down my shaft. She then turned around and sat down on my cock (this time inserting it all the way into her vagina), her back facing me. She began rocking back and forth. I was ready to explode.

Michelle and Eddie were in an identical position and I noticed Michelle had one of her hands in her crotch, playing with herself as she moved back and forth on his cock. I assumed Kimberly was doing the same thing, although I couldn't see her hands.

Just when I thought I couldn't last another minute, Michelle let out a long, loud moan, the sound she always makes an instant before she cums. I looked over and saw her face contorted, her body trembling, in the throes of a strong orgasm. A few seconds later, Eddie emitted a strangled aaauuuggghhh and thrust sharply upward, lifting Michelle with him as his ass rose from the chair.

That did it for me. I relinquished all efforts at control and felt the hot ejaculate rise up my cock and shoot from me with that wonderful, indescribable feeling of pleasure. Almost simultaneously, Kimberly began yelling and shouting as she pounded hard against me.

All four of us had cum within about a 10-second span. Strictly speaking, I won The Contest, since Eddie's orgasm came first, but in reality, we had climaxed almost at the same time. When we all had recovered enough to breathe normally, the girls stood up from our laps and Eddie and I removed the condoms from our slowly diminishing cocks.

"Hey," Eddie said. "Let's measure the cum in those things. I bet I shot a bigger load than you did." We all just laughed and headed for the showers. 

Later, when we were alone, I said to Michelle, "So, how was it with Eddie?"

"It was different," she said. "I could feel his cock a little deeper in me than you usually reach, but it was too skinny. I like the way yours fills me up."

"Did you think you'd have an orgasm when we planned all this?" I asked.

"That was my plan," she said, grinning broadly. "That's why I suggested to Kimberly that we play with ourselves while we were sitting on your laps. I can usually cum quickly when I masturbate and I figured when I did, Eddie wouldn't be able to hold back. I was right, but you didn't last much longer."

Since that day, the four of us have talked about another session of changing partners, but somehow haven't gotten around to it. We're planning another vacation together in the fall and I think that may be the impetus. In the meantime, Michelle and I often get really horny talking about it.



The Contest



This story is preceded by 'Wasting Away A Wednesday'. While not required reading, it may give you a better background on the characters.

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Audio/Video World is a cut-throat place amongst the employees. All of us sales staff work on commission and commission alone. So if we don't sell, we don't make any money. Sounds terrible at first but really, you write your own paycheck. And believe me -- I'm doing okay. I won't be lining up for food stamps anytime soon. If commission sales wasn't enough to drive me to sell, every month Arnold, the store manager, has a sales contest and the top rep gets a bonus. A big bonus! I won a couple of months ago and Arnold took me on an all expenses paid trip to Las Vegas. I wouldn't be surprised if Arnold paid for it all out of his own pocket too -- Kenny Rogers aint got nothing on Arnold. Dude is a gambling machine. Anyway, the prizes for winning the monthly sales contests are insane. Which brings me to today -- it's the last day of the month and me and Candace are neck and neck. So far for the month she's sold $13,500 worth of inventory and I've sold $14,950. Phil and Louise are lagging behind with $9,190 and $9,985 respectively. It's been a record month and we're in for a great finish. Arnold always keeps the prizes secret until the last minute. Honestly I think it's because he doesn't even know what he's going to give away but he always makes sure to make it something sweet.

I came into work today with a little spring in my step. I'm making lots of money and I've got a great shot to win the contest again. The only thing that worries me is that Candace will do anything to get a sale and she plays the hot and sexy girl card all the time with her customers -- which are mostly male already. And she really is hot and sexy. I never get tired of describing her: she's about 5'3", long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, luscious lips that were made for one thing, amazingly great tits, a perfect heart-shaped ass and a hot, wet and tight pussy that I can't get enough of. Yeah, that's right, I hit that every Wednesday. She's pretty much married to her boyfriend Dave but dude doesn't fuck her right so I get to every Wednesday we work together. That just happens to be Arnold's day off and no one else comes in to work because it's too slow, so Candace and I pass the time by fucking each others brains out. It's a pretty sweet deal. Wait, I'm getting off track her... Candace will pretty much do anything to get a sale -- she'll make you think you have a chance at even sniffing her panties if you're interested in buying something but once the money changes hands she'll crush your heart. Until you need a new digital camera of course. As for me, I'm not really into dudes so I'm not about to do that to any of my clients. Luckily, though, we live in a society where in middle aged couples, the woman does a lot of the buying so once in a while, I'll get a horny soccer mom coming in for a new DVD player and a lot of them aren't beyond giving you a tug in the parking lot if you knock a couple of bucks off or toss in a couple of DVDs.

As is common courtesy of being the top sales rep (so far) in the month, I bring everyone coffee from the local café and Candace notices I have an extra spring in my step.

"You know you're not going to win the contest this month. I have a good feeling about today -- I'm so going to destroy you." She says with a smile.

"Yeah, no it really wasn't a problem picking up that coffee for you," I say with a wink.

"Oh, thanks for the coffee. Jerk." Candace says as she playfully punches me in the arm.

"Where are Phil and Louise?" I said. Usually they're on the sales floor by now.

"Louise called -- her daughter is sick so she's going to take her to the clinic and stay home with her today. And Phil is in the back unloading some new inventory."

Being an electronics store, we're constantly getting new stock in and Phil is always the first to check it out. He figures that if he gets his hands on it first then he'll have one up on the rest of us by knowing the product better. I've learned that most people don't really give a shit about the specifics -- alls they really want to know is how loud is it, how big is it, how clear is it or how easy is it to use. If you know that, you'll be fine.

"Listen you guys, we're on pace for a record month and one of you is going to win one heck of prize for being the top sales rep. So do me a favor and be safe out there and sell, sell, sell!" Arnold feels he has to give us some motivational speech before he opens the door each morning -- as if he's some kind of general sending the troop out to battle. We usually play along and pretend to get fired up. Dude is a pretty cool cat so we like to make him think he's making a difference.

Within minutes of Arnold unlocking the door we get our first customer. He can't be anymore than 18 or 19. Looks like the kind of guy that lives in his parents basement and doesn't pay any rent so all of his income goes to toys. He's the perfect customer because he can be psyched into buying just about anything. And he immediately heads towards the TVs.

"He's mine," Candace said before I had a chance to blink.

Candace stalks her prey and slowly approaches the customer like a lioness would a wounded gazelle. "Hey there, how are you today?" She says sweetly, but underneath that is a cold hearted bitch that just wants your money.

"Just loo..." the customer begins to say until he turns around and sees Candace. Today she's wearing a near see-threw white shirt with the top couple of buttons undone showing off the top of her chest. Underneath, you can see the outline of her perfect C-cup tits which are struggling to get out of that shirt. She's also wearing tan Capri pants that don't show a panty line -- probably because she's not wearing any -- and high heeled sandals that make her ass look exquisite. "Um, hi. I'm fine thanks, how are you?" He says to her chest.

"I'm good, thanks. My name is Candace; can I ask your name?"

"Hey Candace, I'm James." He responds, again to her chest.

"Nice to meet you James," Candace says as she arches her back, giving him a better view of her chest. Like I said, she'll do anything for a sale. "What brings you by today, James?"

"Well, I'm looking for a new TV for my room, but I'm really just browsing today."

"Oh that's too bad," She frowns as she crosses her arms across her chest, hiding the great view, "we have some great deals on new TVs and I'd hate for you to miss out on that. Were you browsing for plasma or an LCD TV?"

"Um, probably an LCD. Hey, something like this," James points to one of the LCDs we have on sale.

"Good choice," Candace says as her eyes light up. Now that she knows what he wants, she can easily close a guy like this. "I have that TV in my apartment too and I only have the best, James. Do you have a girlfriend, cause I'll bet she'd love to hang out in your room not watching that TV with you."

James blushes, "No, I don't have a girlfriend."

"You know, James," Candace playfully touches his chest and runs a finger down to his belt. She looks up at him and bites her lip, "I could give you a really good deal on this TV if you were to buy it today."

"Well, I don't know if I can really afford it today."

"Well what could I do to you to get you to leave here today with this TV?" that was no Freudian slip there; she meant to say 'do TO you' this poor kid doesn't stand a chance.

"Maybe you could knock a couple hundred buck off the price?" he said really nervously.

"Oh James, you're so hard," she said with a sexy smile, "I can't change that price but I will go down on you if you buy a new DVD player with it. I could knock half the price off of the player if you buy the TV." Those DVD players were free from the manufacturer and we're selling them for $199.99. She just might catch me after all.

"Well, ok I guess I need a new DVD player too," James said.

"Ok, well let's go to the till and ring this up." And with that, poor James doesn't even know what hit him. He came in here to look and is leaving with over a thousand dollars worth of inventory. After paying, Candace helps James' load everything onto a cart and they head towards James' car. Once there, you could already see the buyer's remorse all over James' face.

"Look, Candace, I really don't have the money for this TV, I think I should return it."

"Come on, James, I really need this sale."

"Yeah, but..."

Candace interrupts him before he starts to head back towards the store. His back is now to his car, pressed right up to it and Candace gets as close to him as possible, "I said in the store I'd go down on you, James, if you bought that TV," she reached down and grabbed his cock through his jeans, "now am I going to suck your cock or not?"

"Ok," he said absolutely stunned.

"Good," she cooed, "but I want you to do one thing for me. I want you to call up a couple of your friends and tell them to come buy TVs from me, ok?"

James was stunned. I wouldn't be surprised if the dude was a virgin and now he has a super hot girl offering him a blow job in exchange for sending some friends to buy stuff they're probably all thinking of buying anyway. "Let me make some calls," he finally managed to say.

"Lets sit in the car," Candace said, "it's getting cold out here."

Candace climbs into the back seat of James' Ford Focus and pats the seat next to her for James to come sit down. As he does, he reaches for his phone like he promised and starts dialing a friend. Candace slides over right next to him and reaches into his lap and feels the outline of his now hard cock through his jeans. 'Wow, it feels so big' she thinks to herself, 'who knew a guy like this would have such a weapon between his legs.'

"Hey, Harry... Umm... It's James, how you doing?" Candace leans forward onto James' lap and gently starts nibbling and sucking the outline of his cock through his jeans. "Uh huh," James manages to say but he doesn't really seem to be listening. "Listen, I'm just leaving Audio/Video World and I got this amazing deal on a new TV. Dude you got to come down and see this girl Candace -- she's super hot... uhh..." as he was talking Candace undid the zipper of his jeans and pulled his cock out through the fly still sheathed by his boxer shorts. 'It has to be at least 9" long and thicker than any I've ever seen before,' she thinks to herself as she takes the still boxer covered head of James' cock into her mouth and gently sucks on it. "Uh, yeah I'm still here. So go down to Audio/Video World and see Candace -- she'll give you a great deal on a new TV."

Candace then sits up and with her right hand wrapped around James' cock, whispers into his ear "I want to taste your cum." James quickly hangs up the phone and pulls his cock out from his underwear. "God damn, James' it's so big," Candace is hypnotized by James' rigid cock and starts sucking his cock.

She starts by lightly stroking his balls with her right hand and teasing his cock head with her tongue. She runs her tongue along the underside of the head and then teases the slit by sliding her tongue all over it. James holds Candace's hair behind her head as his rock hard cock slides into her mouth. His body tenses up and he feels the back of her throat. Her lips are only about three quarters of the way down and she's disappointed she can't take it all in. She slides his cock out of her mouth and starts stroking his shaft with her left hand as she licks his balls and takes them into her mouth. One by one she gently sucks them into her mouth and teases them with her tongue. She's never had a cock this big in her hands and mouth before so she makes sure to take her time and explore every inch. James is in shock that such a sexy, hot girl was giving him head. He's only been with one girl before and she didn't look anything like Candace. She brings her attention back to his cock and again takes it into her mouth. James' hips start to make a fucking motion towards her mouth. Candace wraps her right hand around the base of his shaft and lets James fuck her mouth. She feels James' pre-cum coating her throat and he fucks his cock in and out of her mouth. James' cock seems to be growing even bigger in her mouth and Candace has to come up for air. She madly strokes his cock with her right hand. She feels like her only purpose on this earth right now is to make this cock come in her mouth. Finally she catches her breath and looks up at James.

"Are young going to call anyone else?" She said as she stopped stroking his cock as if to bribe him - no more calls, no more head.

"Oh yeah," James reaches for his phone and dials another number. As he does that, Candace's attention is back to James' cock. His head is coated with pre-cum which Candace savors as she licks it all up.

"Hey Gerry, it's James, mmmm" as he's talking, Candace takes as much of James' cock into her mouth as she can, "Yeah, no, I have a stomach ache. Sorry about that. Ohh," Candace moves back to the tip of his cock and teases his slit by sliding her tongue into it, "Yeah, some bad fish. Listen, I just came from Audio/Video World and they have a great deal on TVs. You got to go down there and buy one." To show that she approves, Candace sucks James' cock in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum, I mean you gotta come down and buy a TV. I gotta go." James' quickly hung up his cell as he felt cum boiling in his balls. His last girlfriend wouldn't let him cum in her mouth so he quickly warns Candace by lifting up her head.

"I'm gonna cum," he says thinking she wants nothing to do with that.

"Ok," was all she could say as she took his cock-head back into her mouth and began milking his shaft wildly. James' whole body stiffened up and then he exploded into Candace's mouth. Candace made sure to squeeze every drop of cum out of James' cock before taking it out of her mouth.

"Yummy," Candace said as she licked her lips, "you can do that in my mouth any time you want."

James was too stunned to respond and just sat there as Candace fixed herself up and got out of the car. "See you around, James."

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"What was that all about?" I said as Candace came back into the store.

"James was having second thoughts about his purchase," Candace replied.

"Oh?" I questioned.

"Yeah, but I sucked that doubt right out of him," she said with a wink.

"You dirty whore," I said with a chuckle.

"Sounds like somebody's jealous. Oh don't worry, you'll get yours soon," she said as she pinched my cheeks.

"Whatever, I'm still in the lead," I gloated.

"For now," she said as she walked away.

Now Candace isn't the only one around here that has a little 'fun' with their customers. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, like I said earlier, a hot soccer mom will come in and I think today there's something in the air cause I gotta good feeling... Just as I was thinking that a beautiful woman walked into the store. She was mine.

"Good day," I said as she walked towards me. She was hot - she was in her 40s, about 5'7", long brown hair that she had up, sexy green eyes that were framed by glasses that only made her look hotter, she was wearing a white blouse that really showed off her D-cup tits - probably a gift from her husband, but I'm not one to judge - long legs that never seemed to stop. She was wearing pumps that made her legs look even better and a short grey skirt that most women her age could never pull off - hell most women half her age couldn't pull off.

"Hi, I need some help finding a new TV for my home. You see, we just signed up for High Definiton cable TV and now we need a new TV and I don't know anything about..."

"Hey, that's what I'm here for. I'm here to help. Let me show you a few things," I said as I motioned her to head towards the TVs. As I walked behind her, I couldn't help checking out her ass. That skrit kept bouncing up but not enough to see anything but sitll enough to keep you interested. She caught me looking at her ass and when our eyes met, she just smiled and winked. I showed her some TVs and she was really listening to what I was saying and was very touchy. She kept puttin her hands on my arms and rubbing up against me. I could see that none of what I was saying was really helping her out - she didn't really know what she was looking for. It turns out she has a couple of kids and a husband at home, they watch a lot of movies and they don't have a lot of room.

"I gotta say something," I said, "you are so fucking hot. How is it possible that you're sexier than most the women half your age that come in here?"

"Well, I like to take care of myself," she said, "I'm glad you like what you see. Maybe sometime you could show me yours," she grinned.

I pondered that thought for a few seconds and then said, "Look, this LCD TV is an excellant deal. It's nice and flat so it doesn't take up a lot of room but it has a decent sized screen so it's big enough for a large living space. It's not top of the line, but dollar for dollar it's the best deal I've got in the store."

"But that's a little more than I was hoping to pay," she said as she kind of pouted her lips a little.

"Well I can sell you a cheaper TV but cheaper price is going to mean cheaper quality..." I said.

"I've been everywhere else and I'm not leaving here without a TV but I really don't want to pay that much," she said.

I decided to make a bold move and said "I got a something in the back I could show you. I could probably get you a better deal on that TV, too."

"Great, lets go see it," Phil was out to lunch and Arnold gave me a thumbs up as he saw me taking this MILF into the stock room so I knew we were going to be ok.

As soon as we got to the back room, I pinned soccer mom against the back wall and started kissing her neck. She was immediately receptive and started moaning and running her hands all over my back. I reached up her skirt and hooked my fingers on her thong and pulled them down her legs until they it the floor. She was already soaking wet, I think she came to fuck, not to buy a TV. I was now on my knees with soccer moms pussy inches from my face. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in. I licked and sucked on her lips as she spread her legs wider. She tasted amazing and nearly lost her balance when I found her clit. She pushed harder on my head as worked over her clit and her juices rand down my chin. She was ready to fuck. I stood up and kissed her on the mouth. She grabbed me by the collar and said:

"I want you to take off $500 off the price of that TV."

"I'll take off $200," I said as I undid my belt.

"$400," she said as I pulled my cock out of my pants.

"$250," I said as I ran the head of my cock up and down her slit.

"$350?" she said as the head of my cock entered her.

"All right, $350. But I get to fuck you in the stock room," I said as I pushed all the way inside of her. She was so tight and wet around my cock that it made a little popping sound when I pulled all the way out of her. But I didn't stay out long as I quickly entered back in.

"Ok, but you gotta throw in a couple of DVDs too," she said as she stuck her tongue into my mouth. I grabbed her thighs and she wrapped them around my waist as I began fucking her. She moaned loudly with every thrust and I could feel her pussy contracting around my cock as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I wasn't going to last long in this hot milf's pussy so I made the most of every second and fucked her at a pace I don't think she's ever been fucked before. Without a warning, I pushed my cock all the way inside of her and came deep inside of her. We made out as my cock slipped out of her.

"Nice doing business with you..." I didn't get her name before.

"Janice," she said, "I'll be back next week to haggle on the price of a new car stereo," she said as she walked away. I fished the sale and was pretty proud of myself.




The Contest



"It's almost closing time," Arnold popped out of nowhere, "and while you were fucking Mrs. Soccer Mom in the stock room, Candace sold 5 TVs and passed you in sales.

"Oh well," I said as I patted Arnold on the shoulder, "I guess Candace wins the contest but it's a moral victory for Tyler as he learned that a mom will really do anything to take care of her family. So what was the prize anyway?"

"Fuck I don't know, I haven't been to Vegas in a couple of weeks. Think Candace would be up for that?" It turns out she was. They went to Vegas and came back 2 days late and were acting pretty weird around each other. But that's another story for another time.



The Contest



It was worth $1million to the winner. She was rich and beautiful and wanted a baby. Six guys were selected to have a shot. We drew numbers to determine the order we got to fuck her. There were few rules. Each guy had 5 minutes before the next guy was allowed to join in. No violence -- if anyone got into a fight, both were kicked out. She could stop at any time and decide when we started up again. After a week, she would take a break and see if she was pregnant. She could also change the lineup if she wanted.

I thought it was my lucky day when I drew #1. I'd bang away, knock her up, and collect my money. But she was not ready for me. I'd have to get her wet before I could use my 8" torpedo. No problem, though. A little tongue, a finger or two, and I'd have her moaning and dripping in no time. We got into a nice little sixty-nine. I guess she appreciated my oral skills and wanted to return the favor.

I heard the door open, but didn't make the connection to what was happening. My five minutes was up and #2 had entered the room. If my dick had been in her pussy, he couldn't do anything but wait for me to finish. But my dick wasn't in her pussy, she was on top of me with her pussy in the air and my tongue on her clit. He wasted no time in stepping up and ramming his big dick home. I had no where to go, no where to hide. I was stuck right were I was. I had a great view of her delicious pussy, but instead of my dick sliding in and out, #2 was getting the fuck of his life, and I was getting pussy juice dripped into my mouth. I guess things could be worse.

Things just got worse. He started moaning and jerking as he came deep in her pussy. Oh, No! Not only did he just jump into the lead to win the contest, but I was still stuck under her. She seemed in no hurry to let me up. In fact, as he pulled his spent pecker out of her messy pussy, it flopped right onto my face. He laughed. She started to ground her pussy into my mouth. If I wanted to breathe, I needed to keep eating her out. And now his cream was starting to flow out of her pussy, too. This was not how things were supposed to work out. Not only did I not get to fuck her yet, I was eating another guys cum out of her pussy and the next guy was in the room and lining up his dick for a nice sloppy seconds fuck.

I think that's when I had my idea. Either way I'm screwed, so I might as well go for the money. I didn't try to get out from under her. I didn't try to spin her around and have her sit on my cock. I just kept eating the cum out of her pussy. At this point, what did I have to lose. As #3 started plowing away, he was pushing the cum out of her pussy, so I lapped it up. I lick her clit, and when I licked up her pussy, I'd accidentally lick his cock as it entered her. He seemed to like it when I'd give his balls a little wash. Soon he was at the point of no return. As he started to cum, more and more cream flowed out of her and onto my tongue. I started to acquire a taste for this creamy cocktail. 

After that it became a blur. One guy would come in her pussy, another would step up to take his place. I was beneath all of them licking away, trying to get all the cum out of her pussy before any of it got home. I don't know how many times she came, but it had to be close to a dozen. And the more I got, the more I wanted. She was wet and creamy and juicy and sweet, and I could have gone on all night. But she was done for now. She told me I couldn't even have my turn yet, because she couldn't take any more. 

We slept together, and I got to know her as we lay in bed talking. I guess I charmed her pretty good, because she and I cooked up a great plan for the rest of the week. Each day I would start in a sixty-nine, and she would let the guys in one at a time. But now I was looking forward to having them cum. That would be my reward. I would eat five creampies a day. After the week was up, I would finally get my turn in her pussy. If I did my job right, she wouldn't be pregnant yet, and I'd have a gallon of sperm saved up that would be enough to knock up a whale.

Well, after we executed that plan, we got married. After she had the baby, she decided she liked what we had done to get there. So we still have our weekends where we bring guys in to fuck her and give my a sixty-nine creampie. Sometimes the guys even pull out and come right into my mouth. Who knows what would have happened if I hadn't been #1... 



The Contest



Practice was something like organized chaos. 

Whistles screeching ... sneakers squeaking ... basketballs bouncing ... coaches screaming. It made a hell racket, but to Conner it was home.

Conner Lang had just come back from playing basketball in Europe for a couple of years. He hoped for the NBA but had to settle for Europe when that dream didn't materialize. Tired of the travel and the routine of basketball as a job, he had come back to State to work on a graduate degree in sports management and see what he thought of coaching.

First, he had to pay his dues. There were no open coaching spots on the men's team, and the only job he could get was team manager for the women's team. That was fine for the time being. It kept him around the game and the gym. His chance would come.

Conner had been second team All-American his senior year, so he still had an air of royalty about him even as manager for the women. He got to scrimmage with the guys frequently, and one of his former teammates, Jake Hadden, was an assistant coach.

"Alright, ladies, bring it in," yelled Coach Weston to signal the end of practice. "I've got some good news for you. Jenny Ming is going to be added to our coaching starting tomorrow. After her knee injury, she's not sure if she wants to push it again as a player, so she's going to try her hand at coaching. Coach Larsen and I think she'll be very good. So ... good practice today, ladies. I like your defensive intensity out there. Hit the showers. I'll see you tomorrow."

Compliments were hard to get from Coach Weston, so the players were in good moods as they headed into the locker room. Conner and his crew quickly rounded up the balls and cleaned up the practice floor. He followed the coaches into the post-practice meeting. Since Weston knew Conner's goal, he always included Conner in coaching sessions and encouraged his input.

"Listen, Conner, you may be wondering why I didn't give the assistant slot to you," Weston said, as he pulled Conner aside before entering the conference room.

"It's okay coach. Jenny's a legend here. All you have to do is look up in the rafters to see her #4 to know that."

"True, but that's not the reason I didn't give you the job. You're a big asset to this school and have a bright future in coaching. In fact, Coach Montgomery (men's head coach) let me in on a secret, and you can't share this with a soul, okay?"

"Sure coach."

"Coach Daniels will be resigning at the end of the season to take a head coaching job at Oklahoma Southern. Only a few select people know about that, and Coach wants to keep it that way. What he wants to do is move his staff up a notch and create a junior spot -- and, he wants to put you in it."

"Me? Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack. You've earned it, kid. Congratulations, but remember, no leaks."

Conner was grinning from ear to ear, "Don't worry, Coach. The only thing I'm going to have to work on is hiding this grin for the next five months."

Weston laughed. "Understand. Okay, let's break down this practice and work on a plan for next practice."

After the meeting, Conner headed for the locker room to clean up the disaster that the women had left. Hurricane Stallion was how Conner always thought of it. He was truly amazed that the men's locker room was always neater than the women's.

He started gathering up wet towels, sweaty clothes, and anything washable and throwing it into the canvas cart to take to the laundry room. As usual, cups, paper, etc. were all over the floor, and the shower was running. He never understood why they would often leave showers running unless it was a goofy way of driving him crazy.

As he rounded the corner to the shower room, he stopped dead in his tracks. The shower room wasn't empty. In the middle row of showers, stood a dark-haired woman. He was stunned, but he was also mesmerized. She wasn't on the team, but whoever she was, she was gorgeous. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

She had jet black hair falling halfway down the olive skin of her back. He saw a small tattoo at the small of her back, but he couldn't make out the design. As she turned, he watched the water splash off her firm, grapefruit-sized breasts. Her nipples were dark and taut and jutted out of the center of her curves.

Her body was perfect. Flat, hard abs, slender hips, and slim muscular legs met his gaze. She was mostly shaved, but she had a trim black landing strip just above her pussy. As she swiveled under the steamy water, he saw the silhouette of her labia protruding between her legs. Conner had always been a sucker for full pussy lips, and when he saw hers, he almost gasped.

Just then, it dawned on him who this was. This was Jenny Ming. Now, he was really embarrassed, and he quietly stepped back out of her view before he was detected. He decided to slip out to the hallway and into the men's restroom down the hall. Once inside the stall, he dropped his pants and grabbed the granite between his legs. He closed his eyes and replayed the shower scene in his mind as he pumped his manhood as fast as his hand would go. It only took a couple of minutes before he began spattering the stall door with rope after rope of salty cum.

"Fuck," he thought to himself. "She is the hottest thing I have ever seen."

The next day, Conner and his assistants set up the gym for the practice Weston had designed. Jenny was introduced to the women, and she shook hands and greeted each of them to begin the process of remembering their names. The players were very aware of Jenny's accomplishments, both at State and in the WNBA. They were somewhat in awe of her, but she used a wide smile and friendly banter to put them at ease.

Jenny led the ball-handling drills worked with the coaches on the various 1-on-1, 2-on-2, etc. drills. She seemed like a natural, pulling players aside to teach them something she had learned and helping keep the practice lively.

At one point, she was bending over, guarding Caroline, the starting point guard, helping her with her cross-over. Conner found himself staring and picturing her tawny breasts with their dark, pointed nipples. About that time, an errant pass slammed into his chest, knocking him back.

"Conner! Heads up!" yelled the coach. The players chuckled and Conner turned 12 shades of crimson. Jenny looked over and smiled. He didn't lose track of the balls for the rest of practice.

After practice, the coaches gathered in the conference room as usual. Jenny plopped down beside Conner.

"Hey, how's your chest?"

"Huh? Oh, it's fine. I'm not sure if the red has left my face yet, but other than that, I'm okay."

"I'm Jenny Ming, by the way."

"Yeah, well, since I haven't been living in a cave for the past six years, I kinda figured that. I'm Conner."

"Lang?"

"Yeah."

"I watched you play a few times. You were deadly with your three from the corner from what I remember. I thought you were playing in Europe."

"I was. The Barcelona Centaurs."

"What happened?"

"It got old. I was playing behind the scoring champ for the league, so you can imagine how many minutes I was getting. You know, all the travel, gets old after awhile."

"Tell me about it. So, why'd you come back here?"

"Same as you ... thought I'd try my hand at coaching. See if it fits."

"Hmm ... well, if you can teach kids how to make that jump shot of your, you'll do very well."

He smiled and said, "Thanks. Hey, you want to grab something to eat after the meeting?"

"Right after, I'm going out on the court and practice, but maybe later?"

"Yeah, sure. Here's my cell. Just call me when you're finished."

"Great!" she said with a smile.

After the meeting, Weston asked Conner to stay and break down the AIU game from last year. He wanted to have the second string run their zone defense in practice the next day.

The locker room was its usual mess when he walked through. He hoped on of his assistants would have cleaned things, but no such luck. He heard the showers going and wondered if Jenny was in there again. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself.

Conner crept to the corner and looked around. Sure enough. There she was, caught in her trance, standing under the steamy cascade. This time he felt like a real perv. She was nice and smart and friendly, but she was also so hot he was totally hooked.

He, again, took in every inch of her perfect frame. He could just make out the bumps on her areola and watched the droplets fall from her mahogany buds. This time, he could tell that the tattoo was made of Chinese characters or symbols. He took in the perfect coffee curves of her ass and marveled at its shape. She had truly great legs with wisps of veins sticking out of her tawny skin. But, again, he was captivated by the shadow of her labia as they pushed out from her body and parted in an intoxicating way. "God, what would it be like to taste, her?" he asked himself.

For the next couple of weeks, Conner followed this new routine. He always ended with an explosive masturbation session in the nearby men's room. He was also growing more and more ashamed because he and Jenny were becoming friends. They shared war stories about basketball, laughed at memories of crazy teammates, and told each other about their dreams beyond playing basketball.

One night after dinner, they were walking across campus, when Conner asked her to sit on a park bench. He looked like he had something important to say because he was very nervous.

"Jenny, I've got something to tell you, and when you hear it, you may not like me very much anymore," he stammered.

She looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Of course, you know, I'm the team manager, and one of my duties is to clean up the locker room and handle the laundry for the team."

Jenny watched his face intently, not having a clue where this discussion was going.

"Well, one day after practice, I strolled in to do my usual clean-up, and I heard the shower running. I started around the corner and .. and saw you in the shower."

She raised her eyebrows and continued staring at him.

"Look, I know I should have just turned and run out until you finished, but, God, you are the sexiest, most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I .. I couldn't stop, and I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I just stood there like some skeezy perv and watched you."

"Oh," she said and continued to bore into him with her eyes.

"At first, I was just addicted to your face and your body and everything about you. Then, I got to know you and discovered that you are even more beautiful inside. I .. just .. I'm just a loser, Jenny, and I'm sorry."

He looked up from his shoes for the first time and looked in her eyes. "I mean I am really, really, really sorry. I've never done anything like this in my life, and I feel like I need a long hot shower just to even look at myself again. I just wanted you to know before I go talk to Coach in the morning and resign."

She could see the hurt in his eyes. This wasn't a game. He was embarrassed, and he meant it. She sat for a few minutes with her arms crossed just studying his face. Finally, she said, "If you quit, that'll kill your job offer with the men's team next year, right?"

"Yeah, but, how did you know? No one knows about that."

"Well, once I knew you were interested in coaching, I went to Weston and asked why he gave me this job and not you. It didn't seem fair. He told me the deal, and I was happy for both of us. Now," she said slowly, "the question is what to do with you."

"I just told you. I can't continue after doing something like this."

"Con, I've gotten to know you too. You're a sweet guy. Yeah, a perv too, but you're cool. I don't want to see you throw away a chance like this over being a peeping tom."

"So ... what are you saying?"

"Meet me in the gym -- 30 minutes -- and dress to play." With that she got up and ran off to get her car. Conner sat there, stunned. Then, he looked at his watch and ran off too.

When he arrived on the court, Jenny was already there with a rack of balls, warming up. She closed one eye and looked him up and down. "Here," she said as she threw a practice jersey at him. "Put this on."

He slipped it over his head and looked at her totally puzzled.

"Okay, we're gonna see how good that jump shot is. We're gonna play straight one-on-one, you have to take it to half court after each possession change. Every time I get a basket, you take something off and vice versa."

"We're playing strip basketball?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"You got it, ace. I figure, you've been drooling over me, so I should get a little show of my own. Got a problem with that?" she asked as she slammed a ball into his chest.

"Uh, nope. No, not at all. You should take it out first. I mean it's only fair," he said as he passed it back to her.

She grinned and dribbled past mid-court before turning to see where he was setting up his defense. "Chump," she thought. Conner set up at the 3-point line. Jenny calmly dribbled in a few feet past the jump circle and drained a three.

Conner turned to watch the ball swish through the net. "So, that's the way you want to play this, huh?" he asked as he took off the jersey and threw it to the side of the court. She just smiled.

"Make it, take it?" she asked with a sly grin.

"Sure," he said with a hard pass back to her. This time, Conner picked her up just inside mid-court. She dribbled right, went through her legs and darted left to the elbow. She faked a jump shot, Conner went high in the air, Jenny waited for his descent and buried another shot.

Conner was pissed at himself. It didn't help that Jenny laughed. He threw his t-shirt near the jersey and tossed her the ball. This time, Jenny straight at him, faked a spin move to her right and cut quickly back to the left. Conner recovered quickly but not quickly enough to stop her fadeaway. Again, nothing but net.

"Okay, I've gotta have shoes," he said. She shrugged her shoulders and tossed the ball up in her hand staring at him. He pulled off his shorts and added them to the off-court pile. Jenny doubled over laughing at the sight of him in socks, shoes and a jock.

"Ha! Ha! Very funny," he said in a disgusted tone.

This time, Conner was mad and managed to steal the ball as Jenny tried a cross-over. He wasted no time in blowing past half-court and driving in for a layup. He came down, crossed his arms and smiled at her.

Jenny shrugged and pulled the ol' sports-bra-off-under-the-shirt routine and let it fly to the side of the court. Conner rolled his eyes and took the ball up the court. As he came across, Jenny met him quickly and pressed hard into him. He saw an opening and started to dribble around her. Just as he was about to pass, Jenny reached over and grabbed one of the elastic straps on his jock and snapped it.

"Hey!" Conner yelled. Jenny grabbed the ball, quickly stepped across the line and dribbled left before Conner could react. Having a free lane, she drove all the way in for an easy layup.

"That's a foul!"

"Really? Show me that in the rulebook, and I'll give you the ball back. If not ..." she looked down at his jock and cleared her throat. Conner rolled his eyes and ripped off his jock. He stood facing her with his arms spread out and asked, "There. Are you happy?"

Jenny walked over to him, eyeing him up and down, and reached out to grab his dick. "Yeah. As a matter of fact I am."

He smiled and crossed his arms as she began rubbing his cock and making him hard. "Not bad, Con," she said as she stood back and admired her handiwork and his full erection.

"Now. All those times you were a skeezy perv, what were you thinking about while you watched me?" she asked as she slowly stoked him.

"I thought about how amazing you looked and how much I'd like to taste you."

She smiled and held his throbbing cock and led him into the locker room. "And, how did you imagine this taking place?" she asked as she lightly scratched his balls with her fingertips.

He walked over to the stack of clean, folded towels and grabbed a bunch. She watched him with a sly grin as his dick waved and bounced with each step. He lined one of the benches with a thick layer of towels and folded one on the end to use as a pillow. 

"What's next?"

Conner raised her arms above her head, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly began lifting it off of her. Next, he tugged off her shorts. He followed that by slowly rolling her thong down her legs. He never broke eye contact with her the whole time.

Then, Conner picked her up and laid her gently on the cushioned bench. He lifted her legs, one at a time, to his chest and removed her shoes and socks. When she was completely naked, he broke eye contact only long enough to take in the breadth of her beauty. He sighed and smiled a smile of wonder.

"Maybe you should remove your shoes too, stud." He did.

Conner sat on the far end of the bench and picked up one of her feet and began rubbing it, still staring deeply into the dark pools of her eyes. He kissed her toes and kissed the bottom of that foot, then placed it on his shoulder. He repeated with the other foot.

"You are so incredibly beautiful. If you weren't such a talented athlete, you could easily have been a model. You still could."

Jenny smiled shyly. He slowly began kissing the inside of her trim legs, slowly working his way down to her pussy. When he finally reached his destination, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. "I want to immerse all of my senses into you," he explained. Then, he began tenderly kissing her labia and all round the flower of her sex. He ran the tip of his tongue along the outer groove of her pussy lips and kissed them.

He breathed in again as he carefully parted her labia to open her silken passage to him. Again, he took his time gently kissing every part of her pussy. She was getting so wet that moisture was building up and running down her inner thigh. He lapped it up with his tongue and closed his eyes to let the taste permeate his mouth.

Then, he ran his tongue more urgently up and down her slit, reveling in her taste and enticing her toward his hungry mouth. She involuntarily began pushing her vagina toward him and grabbed his hair to pull him into her. He began using his tongue like wedge to open her satiny channel even more and started flicking the end of her swollen clit.

"Oh, God!" she panted when he finally touched her clit. He was in pure heaven giving such pleasure to her, knowing she was lost in the feelings he was giving her. He licked two of his fingers and slid them into her, increasing the contact with her hood. Very gingerly, he sucked her clit into his mouth and used his tongue to manipulate her the way she had rubbed his scalding cock.

"Of, fuck -- Jesus -- that feels so good," she managed to speak in breathy tones. "Fuck me -- fuck me -- fuck me ..." she repeated. 

Conner increased the pressure on the top of her vaginal wall with his fingers and sucked her clit more urgently. He could tell by her breathing and the vigor with which she pressed into his mouth that she was near. He twirled the tip of his tongue around her clit and flicked it. Then, he went in for the kill and sucked her swollen hood back into his mouth. 

"Oh-Oh-Oh-," she screamed as her hips bucked and his mouth was rewarded with a flood of her juice. He gently rubbed her clit until she began backing away because she was too tender to be touched. Slowly the tension in her thighs began to subside and he let go of his hair.

"Holy fuck," she panted. "That's what you fantasized about?"

"Well, that's part of it," he said with a grin. "Only, you are sexier and hotter than any fantasy I could ever concoct."

"What's the next part of your fantasy?" she asked, still with her eyes closed.

"Next," he said as moved her legs off his shoulders and placed them on either side of the bench, "I did something like this." He bent down and started kissing her abs and working his way up to those perfect breasts. He kissed each one and put both hands around her right breast and kneaded her while began sucking and pulling on her nipple. He switched and repeated his actions on the other. Then, he reached up and kissed her neck before returning to her chocolate buds. He began rubbing one nipple and sucking the other, then switched.




The Contest



"Coach Lang, you're going to give me a heart attack," she moaned. Jenny loved to have her nipples sucked and could often reach orgasm just by having a lover nurse them. Conner could tell that her right nipple was the more sensitive. As soon as he felt the signs of another orgasm, he switched to that nipple and sucked with abandon. 

"Oh-oh-oh," she said between heavy breaths and bucked her hips once again while her body became rigid. "Ahhhhhh ..." she sighed when she started to come down.

"Fuck me-," she started to say.

"That's the last part of my dream," he interrupted.

"If I don't pass out, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your dream," she said as she opened her eyes for the first time since the onslaught.

Conner placed his right hand against her cheek and looked at her with more love and more passion than anything Jenny had ever experienced. He didn't say a word. He just closed his eyes kissed her for the next ten minutes, pausing only briefly to take an occasional breath. Their lips and their tongues danced within each others mouths in an intricate ballet. 

Then, he stopped and looked intensely into her eyes. "I love you, Jenny," he said as he lined up his quivering cock with her tunnel. Jenny was so taken aback by the strength and power of his words she couldn't think of anything to say. She just looked at him, and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

She wanted to close her eyes, but she didn't want to break contact, so she just fell into the blue pools of his eyes. She concentrated on the feelings as he entered her. Conner wasn't the longest man she had been with, but his penis was strong and thick and straight. She knew he would fill her chamber. He was such a gentle lover that she felt another tear run down her cheek.

Conner's gaze never left her eyes as he began pumping in and out of her. Finally, she was so overcome with passion, that she bit the bottom of her lip and closed her eyes. It was simply the only way she could focus on his movements. She moaned breathy gasps as she felt his meaty sword stab into her.

His dick ravaged her clit with each movement, and she could feel another orgasm build within her. She used her muscles to hold him.

Conner was amazed that he had been able to last this long, but he was so overcome with love for this amazing woman, that it distracted him from the sheer carnal power of their bond. She felt him grow inside her and could tell that his heavy balls were not slapping her with the same intensity. His cock head expanded and rubbed her entire canal.

"Please come inside me," she managed to blurt out. "It's safe."

Conner screamed and released his first load deep within her. The spurt was so strong she could feel it hit her cervix. That sent her over the edge, and she joined his scream. Together they bucked as he drove his fleshy steel inside her. Each wave of pleasure hit him like a train. He never wanted this feeling to stop. As the ropes of creamy cum assaulted her, they started to leak out the side of her ravished canal.

When he finally started to come down from his ultimate high, he laid his head on her chest and began to softly cry. Once she realized what was happening to him, she lifted his face so she could see his eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"I have never been better -- ever!" he exclaimed. "I think the emotion started getting to me. I am so in love with you. I have never felt this way about anyone before, and I don't even know what you feel about me. And, I hope I'm not freaking you out by blurting this out, but you are the most amazing person I've ever met. And --."

She put her finger to his lips and said, "Shhhh. You are pretty amazing yourself. Aside from being an Olympic class lover, you are the kindest, most considerate man I've ever met. How could I not fall madly in love with you?" She smiled and kissed the end of his nose.

"Really?"

"Really." She wiggled her hips around to indicate that they were still attached. "What are the chances of getting you hard again without ever leaving my sopping cunt?"

He smiled and wiped away the tears running down his cheeks. "Oh, Miss Ming. I don't think that will be a problem in the least." He bent down and plucked her nipple.

"Excellent, Mr. Lang. And after we have fucked until we are to raw to walk, maybe we can go back out on the court and work on your defense. It was pretty weak." She looked at him seriously and then broke into a hearty laugh.

"We'll see about that!" he said as he buried his head in her neck and kissed her until it tickled and she screamed for mercy.



The Contest



I don't know how my wife found out about the contest but once she learned of it she couldn't stop talking about it. And soon she was trying to get me to enter it with her.

My wife, Julie, was a slim brunet with small breasts and nice, well shaped ass. She had been a virgin when we married but she quickly learned to love any kind of sexual activities. She especially loved sucking my cock and swallowing my semen. Maybe it was her love of cock sucking that piqued her interest in the contest.

I should tell you a bit about the contest and why I thought it had Julie so excited. First was the $50,000 prize for the winning couple, which I guess would excite anyone. The second aspect was the details of the contest itself and what it entailed for the contestants. The contest was a sexual one and directly involved one of Julie's favorite sexual activities, sucking cock.

In order to win the contest a couple had to enter together. The woman was require to suck the cocks and swallow the cum from her mate and four other men. The woman would be blindfolded the entire time, and she would only have the taste of the cocks and semen to tell which man was which. If the woman could identify her mate from just the taste of his semen when he came in her mouth the couple would win the prize.

As far as I knew Julie had never sucked any cock but mine, and when I asked me she assured me that was the case. Yet at the same time she also assured me she could win the contest, and she didn't mind at all that she would have to suck the cocks of four other men to do it. I was surprised to find that somehow I was comfortable with the idea of her doing it. Eventually, I gave in to her continued asking about it and agreed to enter the contest with her.

A few days later both Julie and I were called in for what they called an entry examination which was an interesting experience in itself. We were met by a pretty woman in her late 30's who conducted us to a windowless room in the rear of the building. Once inside she asked both Julie and I to remove out clothes and then the woman pulled out a camera and took a number of pictures of Julie and myself from several different angles. Then the woman put away the camera and came over to me, kneeling down in front of me, with Julie looking on curiously.

The woman reached up and took my cock in her hand and started stroking it. This immediately caused the blood to flow into my penis, which began to swell and lengthen. This was obviously the effect the woman wanted since she smiled and continued her efforts. When my penis was fully erect and completely hard the woman took a couple of minutes to carefully examine my cock. She stroked it occasionally to maintain its hardness while she looked at it.

"Your penis is circumcised, just the kind we prefer," the woman commented after she finished her examination. She then went and picked up the camera and came back to take several pictures of my erect penis, again stroking it occasionally to maintain my erection.

"Julie please come over here," the command ordered when she had finished her pictures of my cock. "I want you to suck your husband's cock until he cums. Take it in your mouth but don't swallow it immediately. Instead I want you to open your mouth and show me his semen. After than you keep the sperm in your mouth for a few seconds to be sure you know the taste of it then swallow it all. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," Julie replied as she walked over to me and knelt down in front of me.

Julie reached over and grasped my cock and pulled it to her mouth, taking it in between her lips. She immediately began to bob and soon she had me shooting my sperm into her mouth. Pulling her mouth away from my cock, careful not to lose anything Julie turned her face toward the other woman and opened her mouth, showing the pool of my semen contained within. The woman checked Julie's mouth and then nodded to my wife. Julie closer her mouth, waited for a few seconds and then visibly swallowed my load. Once she had swallowed my cum Julie opened her mouth again to show nothing was now left.

After this Julie and I were instructed to dress and go home with the word they would call us if we qualified for the contest. Julie and I waited for several days until we got a phone call to tell us we had been accepted and the contest would be held in two weeks.

During the two weeks we were waiting for the contest it seemed like Julie wanted my cock in her mouth whenever she could get it. It was like she was trying to become a connoisseur of cum! I really wasn't complaining though since I was shooting my sperm into my wife's mouth several times a day the whole two weeks. 

One the day of the contest Julie was nervous but she assured me she could win the contest easily. When we arrived we were both sent off to shower separately and that is the last I saw of her until the event started. When I finished with my shower I was told not to dress and then I was conducted to a room containing several chairs and a small hole about three inches in diameter in one wall. Above the hole were two handles for the man at the hole to hold while my wife sucked him off. There was a large screen TV to one side and four other men, all nude, sitting in the room. Two women dressed the same way as my guide, in short skirts, also sat in the room.

I was a bit nervous myself as I was led to one of the chairs by the pretty girl who had guided me into the room. My guide informed me I was the fourth of the men to be sucked off by Julie so I would have to wait for a little while. Then she walked over toward the hole while another of the women went to the big flat screen TV and turned it on.

Immediately I was treated to an almost life size view of my wife, nude in all her glory, and wearing a blindfold. Julie waited patiently in front of another wall with a hole in it, which was obviously the opposite side of the wall of the room I was in.

The woman who had been my guide called the first man up to the hole and gently pushed him until his cock was right in front of the hole. The man reached up and took a handle in each hand and the woman grasped his cock and gently pulled it toward the hole. The man took a couple of steps forward as the woman threaded his cock into the hole.

As soon as Julie felt the man's cock was completely through the hole she took it into her mouth. I felt my own cock start to fill as I watched my wife working on the man's cock on the TV. It seemed to hardly take any time at all until I heard the man grunt and his sperm filled my wife's mouth. Just as had been instructed Julie opened her moth to show everyone the sperm pooled in her mouth and then she swallowed it down.

Julie made quick work of the next two men, sucking their cocks and drinking their hot sperm in short order. Then it was my turn and by this time my cock was already hard so I walked up to the hole and pushed it through, grabbing the handles conveniently provided. In between each load of semen Julie was given a small glass of cola to drink to take away the taste of sperm.

My wife took my cock into her mouth and began to suck me. Julie explored the sensitive head with her tongue and then the underside. Then she began to bob and I watched on the TV as I felt her on my cock at the same time. It wasn't long until I too shot my load of hot sperm into my wife's mouth. Julie carefully licked away the last drops of semen and then showed everyone the pool of white in her mouth, this time mine. Exhausted, I went back to my chair as the last man moved up to the hole and Julie swallowed my load.

My wife made short work of the last guy, taking his load of cum in her mouth and then drinking it down. Julie really did seem to have become a connoisseur of cum, she'd had a happy look on her face each time one of the men blasted his semen into her mouth. Later she told me how much she'd loved each load of new male sperm as it filled her mouth.

Finally it was time for the moment of truth, and my wife was asked to tell everyone which of the men was her own husband. Julie thought for almost a minute and then she said number four, which was me, the right answer. Just like she had promised me, my wife had won the contest, and the $50,000.

We used the money to pay for a trip around the world and my wife and I had many new sexual adventures, but that is another story.



The Contest



What would life be without competition?

Friendly?

Probably.

Calm?

Most likely.

But most of all, it would definitely be boring.

*

She was to kill or die for. Beautiful – for sure. But attitude! Sweet heaven, did Magdalene have the right attitude!

We had known each other for years; three brothers in Budweiser arms and Magdalene, the centre of all our attention. For several years, nevertheless, contact had been increasingly sporadic. The four of us testing our wings, finding universities, new cities, new friends. Whenever we met it was like we had never parted. On the contrary, distance seemed to glue us together; friendship became deeper. But, sad to say, cometogethers were scarce.

"I've found that I need a strong man in my life. To control me, decide for me and teach me to obey."

Her words spurred immediate laughter – she had been pushing men around for as long as any of us could remember; she had been pushing us around. But laughter stopped and turned into nervous giggles as we saw the sincerity in her face.

She looked at us, long enough to make each and every one of us uneasy. She seemed to dare us and examine our reaction; if we would turn away our eyes. Nobody did, which seemed to please her. She smiled wryly.

"It's not like I'll kneel to anyone and beg for attention. I need someone I can trust and more importantly, someone that will fight for me. Someone who is strong enough to fight me. I enjoy the fight. I will enjoy this next one even more. So the hunter enjoys the chase more than the kill? Well, for this prey, too, the chase is the essence of life."

We were accustomed to her monologues. In the past we'd learnt about the environmental movement as well as women's lib. She loved to be the centre of attention and, admittedly, each of us willingly placed her on a pedestal. We'd actually talked about it. All of us felt diminished in her presence, felt like her obedient servants, despite the fact that we were no less bullies than the other guy otherwise. I never considered myself to be particularly docile let alone submissive, but around Magdalene, I turned into a sissy. With other women, including my live-in lover, I was usually rather dominant. Not primarily through physical action – any games including ropes and knots and occasional spankings were quite playful and consensual – but manifested by my obsession to control my partners. The calculated anticipation of her next words would give me a kick. A successful seduction leaving her craving for my body would render immense satisfaction. The final target: conniving mind control leading to actions beyond her wildest dreams; acts of humiliation and self-depravation; was orgasmic. I didn't mention this to the guys though and wouldn't have dreamt of introducing Magdalene to my little fetishes. Until now. I was overwhelmed by the fact that she had just told us – me – that she was made for me.

I quickly learnt that this was not the case. She had, indeed, told all three of us.

"I know that I can trust each and every one of you, no matter what. And I love you all. Not just 'love like a friend'-love but really love you. Surprised? Really, you can't be. But I haven't had sex with anyone of you although I have to confess that I've been tempted to move a lot further than first and second base."

Where was she going with all this? Was she about to get married or what?

"I'm twenty-five but it feels like I'm racing towards forty. I want to grow up, marry and raise kids in a little house with a yard in the suburbs. That is to say: one day I want to do this. But there are other things I want to do first. This brings me back to my recent discovery: I want a steadfast Dom that is willing and able to break me into an obedient slave. And I want that Dom to be one of you guys. I don't think I could trust anyone else enough."

She looked at us. She must have heard the audible thud when our chins dropped to the floor and if there were one moment when she might have thought about reconsidering her choice of candidates for the steadfast task she had told us about, it must have been when she gazed upon the foolish looks on our faces.

"The question is: Who is man enough to take the challenge?"

Backs straightened. Throats cleared. Muscles flexed.

"A contest: I give each of you an assignment and he who completes his task in the way that appeals to me the most will earn the right to collar me."

Confident, I quickly responded positively to the challenge, gave Magdalene, in hindsight foolish, compliments for her brilliant idea. Given my appetite for Ds-relationships and my, I though, superior experience, I was sure that I would come out a winner. No matter how much I liked my brethren, this was a fight to the death.

"So, kitten, I can't really see how this contest of yours fits your new lifestyle at all. First of all, slut, the sub doesn't choose her Master but the Master takes pity on a slave. Secondly, when did subs start setting up the rules? Finally, and that's a matter of practicalities, all of us live together with other women. You might prove to be a good slave with a spankable ass but, I can only talk for myself, my collared sub back home is very much to my satisfaction."

The words were plain enough although the language was coarser than I had ever heard Peter before, but what scared me was his logic and casual grip on the subject. In terms of BDSM-terminology, at least, he was as fluent as me if not better. So, it's a competition between the two of us, I figured before my thoughts were interrupted by Matthew, our third companion.

"Magdalene, you know damn well that my fiancé looks adorable in ropes; you've even seen it live and complimented my choice of servant. Why would you ever believe that I'd go for an obstinate trollop like yourself who doesn't even have the manners to kneel before addressing not one, but three prospective patrons?"

Egocentricity comes to me naturally. Some people argue that only the egocentric can achieve true success; only the egocentric can put their own fortune before every other consideration. Maybe it is true. Nevertheless, this time my winkers had led me to a loser's corner. Not only had I walked unknowingly about the lifestyles of my two closest friends since childhood but I also realized that they were far closer to Magdalene than I would have ever thought. Deep down, I had always nurtured the romantic belief that one day, the two of us would team up and live happily ever after.

Fat chance.

I now realized how silly my first few remarks had been. My companions had immediately caught the drift whereas I had been overwhelmed by what I thought was divine intervention as the woman of my dreams had confessed to her submissive personality. More like a work by the devil. My puny and pitiful appearance stood in stark contrast to the firm backbones of my two friends. Magdalene's eyes shone, but she hardly glanced in my direction.

"Hey boys, just because I've recently admitted, even to myself, what kind of lifestyle I want, doesn't mean that the three of you suddenly have become anything more than the cute little boys I've known for ages. And with regards to your girlfriends: I agree, Matthew, that your Lorna looks good in ropes but that's what professional photographers think too and for that matter their publishers. Lorna isn't a natural born sub; she's a natural born model. How long before she makes twice or three times what you do in a year? Has she ever really, really submitted to you? You know she hasn't and she never will. And Peter: Yes, I can believe that Louise can be to your satisfaction – when you're drunk or otherwise mentally incapacitated. Let's face it: the intellectual stimulation that she will ever offer is less than bowl of chowder. And besides, is she really yours? I thought she offered her services to anyone that opted for them?"

She was ruthless. But she made impact, I give her that. Both Matthew and Peter had shrunk at her words and their own proud words had turned into an unintelligible mumble. I was ambivalent. On one hand I was relieved that she had not sputtered insults in my direction too, but on the other hand the neglect was almost worse.

"Magdalene, you have always been the girl of my dreams..."

I spoke to her with a voice of exaggerated sarcasm although the words were truer than I was ready to confess.

"I would be very keen to accept your challenge and I am certain that I'd prove to be a worthy champion. So for argument's sake, what kind of contest would you have in mind? What would the assignments look like?"

I all but melted when she faced me with a warm smile and appreciating nod. She then looked at Matthew and Peter as if to see if they had gathered their composure. Apparently she was satisfied because she nodded at them. Less heartily, I could have sworn, but then again I was spellbound.

"I love you all, I can't say that enough many times. If I knew how, I'd let you all be my Doms. But that's hardly doable, is it? One Master can keep several slaves, but one slave couldn't possibly serve several masters, huh?"

We nodded reluctantly. I had already painted a mental image of Magdalene eagerly accepting our cocks in every thinkable way in a feverish ménage à quatre. I even felt my groins starting to tingle slightly before the fantasy was broken as she continued.

"I was thinking of reciprocity."

She studied our perplexed faces and smiled elusively.

"I've been thinking a bit on this. I need strength and firmness, sure, but those characteristics can be played. As in a game or act. I am not convinced that I would truly respect a Dom until he has shown me that he is prepared to go all the way; that he is prepared to cross all borders that he will, I sincerely wish, have me to cross eventually. At least metaphorically. After all, it wouldn't be very exciting if a Dom would pre-market upcoming events by walking through every step of the way himself just to prove that he was able to reciprocate, would it?"

Honestly, I don't think anyone of us grasped more than the outlines of what she was talking about, but we all did our best to look intelligent and interested.

"No, I was thinking more in the line of giving each of you a task that would challenge you. Challenge your pride, your machismo, your endurance and virility; well a task that would prove your steadfastness by having to endure submission and humiliation like a true slave."

I looked for mockery in her eyes, but if she was pulling our legs, I could not tell. She added an irresistible yet conniving teaser:

"Naturally, I would expect that the one of you that comes out a winner, will top any challenges I could ever invent and seek revenge for any humiliation on behalf of him and his good long-time friends."

I can swear that by now, she could tell that I was drooling. A quick glance at my companions told me that they had not withstood her words unaffected either; their excitement was manifested by shy but unmistaken bulges stretching their pants. Magdalene apparently noticed. She licked her lips – far more elaborative than what would have been appropriate in any social circumstance.

"What do you say? Are you mice or men?"

"I'm in. I can take anything you throw at me."

My words boasted far more confidence than I really owned but I was determined that from now on Magdalene would not see any trace of my initial feebleness.

"Yeah, you're a cunning slut but count me in as well."

"Sure, I wouldn't miss this for the world, darling."

Peter and Matthew were obviously just as eager as I was. 

"Then let's begin."

Her word lingered ominously in the air. Now we were three brothers in arms put against each other in a contest that no one could really imagine losing. What would happen to friendship? Would the losers, inevitably there would be two losers, be able to face either the winner or Magdalene considering the endurances and humiliation that was to be suffered, no mention of the extreme humiliation of losing? Thoughts crossed my mind and fluttered away. It seemed so far away and of absolutely no importance. By now, one needed a knife to cut through the testosterone that filled the room. Competition was everything. Winning was more.

Tension was, as always, broken by Magdalene. She moved around in the room, giggled, started talking about everyday things. Now it was settled. The contest would begin. I had not realized it, but until now, she had been nervous like hell. No wonder. Even though we'd known each other for almost two decades, we had never had a discussion this intense. Well discussion. More like a monologue, but nonetheless at a level to which we had never ventured before. The sound of her relaxing was not rocks falling to the floor but the ringing of her laughter, her melodious humming. She was like a child preparing her birthday party – full of optimism and excited anticipation.

"The world isn't fair. I have three assignments scribbled down on three cards. They are quite different and some of you might believe that you've fared far worse than your competitors. If you're lucky, you'll end up with an assignment of your liking, who knows?"

Mischievous woman. She grinned – she had a ball. She held the cards towards us, face down.

"Who will draw first?"

We all moved our hands but Matthew was the most agile. He took the middle card and covered it with his hands while he read it in silence, frowning occasionally. Magdalene watched intensely, almost jumping with enthusiasm. Matthew cleared his throat and started reading from the card.

"You will offer passers-by a mouthful of your chocolate-covered body. Your Patron of the day will choose the time and place but the rule is that your assignment is not completed until all chocolate is gone."

Matthew looked at us. There was a hint of dismay showing in his expression.

"Passers-by? Patron of the day?"

"Oh, I forgot to mention that each of you will be supervising one of your friends while he's completing his chore. For safety, as well as to make sure that the implementation of the task is meticulous. Why don't we let Mark be your supervisor Matthew while you can oversee Peter and Peter checks on Mark? Naturally, I'll be head mistress and allowed to overrule any decision made by the patron of the day."

She giggled girlishly but we all recognized the effect of her devilish scheme; each of us would be subject to the whims of a fellow contender whose mercy would determine the endurances of the mission as well as possibly decide its successful completion. Suddenly, I had been thrown into the game and had to choose a time and place for Matthew's gastronomical task.

"Any time and any place?"

I spoke slowly and could not refrain from smiling wickedly. Magdalene answered immediately:

"Any time and any place. But – and this is a pretty important but – if Matthew for any reason does not accomplish his mission, you will take an equal share of the blame and loose points in the contest. If, on the other hand, Matthew excels, you will get some of the credit. Isn't it so a patronage should work? Basically you will need to work together rather than against each other. If you, Mark, manages to find a great stage for Matthew to work from so that he successfully finds enough mouths to feed with his chocolate covered body, you will both gain from it whereas Peter will be the sole beneficiary if Matthew fails."

Silence.

One could almost hear synapses working in our heads when we tried to figure out the implications of the increasingly complex rules. Did Magdalene invent rules as we went along? Nobody dared to ask. It would have been out of character for her to enter this game without due preparations. Still. Who could really tell? Nobody dared to ask.

It was my call. Time and place. I asked for a quick respite. My mind was a melting pot of ideas but a plan was already forging. I normally abhor the so called jet set but finally, only now, did I begin to realize that a distant acquaintance might come in handy. Phone call.

"Thursdays. That's our Red Light Night. You won't have sex, will you?"

I evaded the question the best I could. How the hell should I know where this crazy game would end? But at least I had found a stage and an open-minded audience that maybe, only maybe would help turning this impossible task into a victory. Alexandra was in her mid-fifties, once perfect catch, still gorgeous owner of several night clubs. The establishment in mind was the Satyricon, an avant garde artist's club that had made a reputation of daring live art exhibitions. I thought it was perfect for the occasion. Alexandra seemed at least reasonably interested. Good thing that I had assisted her with this and that in the past.

Today was Tuesday. What other arrangements would I need to make in order to help my "slave of the day" accomplish his mission? Chocolate. Lots of chocolate. That should be easy enough to assemble. Lindt would be the easy way out but I decided to go for Valrhona – this was a one shot opportunity; no point in being cheap. A quick call to Satyricon's chef had me understand that, sure, a quantity that large of chocolate might be melted to the appropriate temperature, but why? I chose to inaugurate him into my planned work of art, albeit not the following feeding frenzy, and to my relief, he was exhilarated and promised to make due arrangements to enable a swift chocolate-glazing of the subject. 

Next step: plan for my own assistance in phase two. I nurtured little or no hope that even the most open-minded people would even think of the option to actually take a bite of the chocolate off poor Matthew's body, let alone his private parts without due inspiration. So I decided that I would need to act as a conferencier at the show. Leather. I could think of no better outfit than a gay leather man outfit no matter how much it would go against my personal proclivity. There is no business like show business, and the show must go on. Settled and done. Wednesday was all about shopping.

Thursday. I had a few discussions with Matthew on particulars but none of us dared to even touch on the subject of appropriateness or regret. Four eternal friends had all but in blood promised to go through with the Contest. There was no turning back.

Day became evening became early night. The event had been announced to midnight and we had arrived to the Satyricon two hours early to make preparations. The excitement of the chef astonished us both. He had prepared an enormous pot of chocolate, which I had had delivered during the day. He had also covered a whole room in plastics for our lewd body painting. 

Now that was a challenge. Chocolate, albeit melted, was not an easy thing to work with. The gooey substance was either to cold and hardened much too quickly to spread evenly, or too hot, to Matthew's demise. The poor guy, butt naked, learnt that chocolate, however sweet, will burn like hell if dripped over private parts. Two hours proved almost too little but with the cheering assistance of the Satyricon's kitchen personnel, we managed to get Matthew covered from the top of his head to his toes. It was not, perhaps, the perfect work of art that any of us had hoped for – the chocolate would not keep from breaking at the joints of his limbs when he moved and the overall impression was rather a mud cake that a smooth piece of luxury chocolate. But he was covered.

Midnight. Lights on. Action.

Timing was perfect. The audience, aroused from dancing and ample amounts of champagne and liquor proved just as thrilled at Matthew's appearance as I would have ever whished for. It was ecstatic. The greeting was overwhelming; applause, cheers, salacious comments. I could not spot either Magdalene or Peter but I was positive that at least Magdalene was present; she would not miss this for the world. I had directed Matthew to take the pose of an ancient Spartan Olympic athlete – forceful, heads up, one hand pointing towards the sky. I felt damned proud and ventured a quick thought about changing career altogether: Was art always this rewarding for the ego?




The Contest



The crowd's excitement turned into a roar when I entered in tight leather pants, bare chest and a bullwhip. I could not keep from grinning widely as I swung the whip and let its explosive thwacks resound over the hall. The effect was electric. The whip was the signal to the disc jockey to mute the music. The audience instantly became quiet, surprisingly quiet despite the fact that I had hoped for that exact reaction. Without losing my composure, I picked up the microphone.

"Good evening! I am Mark and this is Matthew. He's in constraints. Do you know... do you know how to help him... let loose?"

Nervous smiles. Small movements.

"The poor guy is in bondage! Sweet, Valrhona bondage! Do you know how to help him?"

Murmurs. Someone shouted that chocolate is for eating.

Nervous laughter.

Chocolate is for eating.

More laughter. Bold laughter. More shouts. Excited movements. Chocolate is for eating.

"That's right, good people! Chocolate is for eating! Show poor Matthew that you care! Release him!"

The last few words almost disappeared in the excited shouts from the crowd and the sound of people moving. The response could not have been more enthusiastic. For a while I almost thought that Matthew would lose his balance due to the onslaught of the crowd. But he stood tall. And he got eaten. Men and women alike, pulled chunks of chocolate from his body, chewed at his arms and legs, licked his face. It was feeding frenzy at its worst – or rather at its best. For a moment I was able to catch Matthew's eyes and we shared the joy of success. Five minutes – ten? I don't know but before long, he was standing more or less naked with the exception of a pair of brown chocolate briefs that neither covered his behind very well nor disguised his erect penis.

I got nervous, and I observed that also Matthew had become anxious although I could not tell if it was fear of missing out on his mission – all the chocolate was supposed to be cleaned off – or if it was the realization that he was standing before over a hundred people with a boasting hard on. The tension in the hall was tangible. Everyone seemed to await the consummation of the exhibition. Who would release Matthew from his last constraints?

From a table far back, I could see someone moving towards the podium. Peter. So he was around after all. He was definitely uneasy; walked straight to Matthew and did not meet anyone's eyes. He said something I could not hear to Matthew before he grabbed his plastered balls and ripped them clean from a big chunk of hardened chocolate. He turned to the crowd and finally faced everyone and no one and gobbled on the sweet. Within seconds he hurried back to his seat.

Butt and shaft left then. I had hardly begun thinking of how to proceed until I saw a next person stand up by the same table Peter had come from. A docile, graceful, astonishingly beautiful woman had the crowd clear passage to the podium. I had never seen Magdalene quite like this. She owned the hall. She was the essence of beauty as she walked slowly towards the podium with the posture of a goddess. Without hesitation, she kneeled behind Matthew, opened her mouth, showed her teeth and bit his ass with the ferocity of a lioness. Brittle chocolate fell off in large chunks, some to the floor, some sucked into her mouth. Salaciously, she licked her lips and attacked Matthews behind yet again. She continued her feast until his ass was as white as it had been since birth. Finally, she licked one of his cheeks slowly and teasingly before she turned to the crowd, smiled wryly and walked back to her table, just as slow as she had come forward.

I fought to gather composure after the erotic act I had just witnessed, which was easier than expected as I realized that one of Matthew's limbs were still chocolate-covered. Oh yes, his member, shaft, dick, penis; his goddamned cock was still covered in Valrhona's exquisite chocolate.

My eyes swept over the audience. It was silent. Dead quiet. I snapped the whip and the smack echoed in the hall.

"Who wants the last piece?"

My voice all but broke in the microphone. A lady in the front row took a step forward but was pulled back by the man standing next to her.

"The Master's piece!"

Magdalene's voice broke the spell. The unanimous voice of more than a hundred aroused persons started chanting:

"The Master's piece! The Master's piece! The Master's piece!"

She must have arranged it. I didn't know how, but the vicious shrew must have planned it. I regretted my choice of costume – there was no way I could escape.

The show must go on.

I let the whip explode once again, dangerously close, and far closer to Matthew's naked body than I had opted for but the crowd's reaction was instant: Immediate silence. One could hear people breathing.

I walked towards Matthew, whose eyes gave witness of both fear and excitement as he realized what was about to happen. He shivered considerably and I hoped that nobody would notice that I was shaking like a leaf. How the hell did I end up in this situation?

I kneeled in front of him and with little hesitation did I chew right over his hard shaft and dug my teeth into the thick chocolate cover all the way into his cock. I felt his twitch resonating in my jawbones and realized that I had gone to my business with a bit more ferocity than I had planned. I had no expectations of what would happen but to my relief I felt the now brittle chocolate break in pieces and fall to the ground. With a tiny bit still stuck between my teeth, I turned to the crowd and chewed it thoroughly and swallowed. Finally I could breathe again. The whole thing had not created quite the emotional turmoil that I had feared.

But the crowd was still quiet. Waiting. Waiting for what? Had I not risen to the occasion and acted according to expectations?

Whispers. Fingers pointing towards Matthew's crotch. 

I turned my head and observed that the crown of his cock was still neatly covered by chocolate. Only now had our work of art turned into something smooth and appetizing because what was left of the chocolate was neatly and evenly spread and made the tip of Matthew's penis look like the finest praline.

Well, appetizing... No matter the presentation, my eyes could not fool my mind. This was not a praline of my preference. I looked back at the crowd, which was once again showing increasing animation.

"The Master's piece! The Master's piece! The Master's piece!"

I swallowed, realizing the inevitable finale of the performance. What the fuck, the show must go on.

I raised my hand and waved to the audience as if to show them that I would follow their command. Then I turned again, still on my knees, towards Matthew, grabbed his hips, opened my mouth and sucked the final piece of chocolate from its compromising location. I still do not know what it felt like; I was in trance. But I was quickly enough awakened by the roaring crowd. They were screaming with arousal and joy and for a while I truly believed that we, both Matthew and I, would be attacked by over-excited people who were racing against us. But music started – blessed disc jockey – and people could get rid of adrenaline and god knows what other hormones through dancing rather than by raping us, right there at the podium.

Lights out.

Mission accomplished.

"I have never witnessed anything that was as erotic as the two of you on stage!"

We had assembled at Magdalene's again the next afternoon for reviews and distribution of the next assignment. Magdalene knew no boundaries of her excitement.

"Matthew, you are a natural model! I never would have thought... And Mark!? Have you been hiding in a closet all your life? I sincerely wished that I were a man when I saw you giving head to Matthew! And the outfit... Wow!"

She was overjoyed as she mocked us and neither of us knew what to say. Sure, we were satisfied that this, our first mission, had been accomplished successfully but the cost of humiliation was almost too dire. Fortunately, Magdalene chose not to dwell too much on the subject.

"You know that I am only kidding, don't you? I think that you were great!"

She turned her head towards Peter.

"So, it must be your turn now, mustn't it?"

Peter nodded hesitantly. Yesterday's events seemed to have shocked him even more than it had me or Matthew. Yet, he did not turn away when Magdalene showed him the two cards left.

"Pick a card!"

Peter let his fingers touch first one card, then the other; he was in agony as to which one he would choose. Finally he picked one and pulled it quickly and turned around to keep the rest of us from reading it. While Peter kept his mission in secrecy, Matthew turned to Magdalene.

"So what were our points? What's the score?"

For a fraction of a second, Magdalene looked a bit startled, but she regained her calm momentarily. I don't think either Matthew or Peter noticed.

"House rules, boys: no scores displayed in advance."

"Aww, come on..."

"Nope. All your efforts will be rated and announced on judgment day."

She laughed again and Matthew and I could not help but laugh with her. Peter, on the other hand, kept his mouth shut. He was reading his card over and over with a bewildered look on his face. Matthew poked him and urged him to tell us what was on his card. Peter started reading, stuttering at first but after a few words with increasingly steady voice, although still hesitant.

"Naked and on all fours, you will be pulled by a lady, by your balls, through a public place. You will bark at all men and attempt to ride all women but the lady that's got you leashed will act swiftly to teach you manners. Your Patron of the day will assist you with the choice of lady as well as public place."

Peter shook his head slowly and moaned from his gut. Magdalene giggled and talked to Matthew:

"Matthew, as Patron of the day, you better pat your doggie. I do believe that he could use a bit of cheering up."

Peter was not very happy with his assignment. He confided to me that he feared that Matthew, since his assignment was over and done with, would show no mercy when making preparations. I could not do much but shrug my shoulders and give a word of comfort; Peter was going to be my patron of the day on the last mission. Nevertheless, I could not help but look forward to watching Peter barking like a dog at totally strangers.

I was not disappointed. Peter barked at surprised men, grinded his bare groins at appalled women and yelped and cried like a disciplined puppy each time the lady of choice, none less than Matthew's sister, yanked the cord that was tied brutally tight around Peter's genitals. The place of choice was appropriate, albeit not very daring; a hi-so swinger party. Consequently, Peter could play his canine character to its full without much risk for any legal retribution. It was hilarious – I couldn't help from laughing out loud at several occasions. But I could not for my life see that it had the same nerve that Matthew and I had managed to produce the other night.

Nonetheless, Magdalene was overwhelming in her appraisal and if she shared even the slightest bit of my preference, she didn't show it. If anything, the opposite. I could hardly disguise my disappointment.

So. One card left. I didn't need to think about it like Peter, but took the card from Magdalene, who was radiating excitement and joy. I read the card outright.

"You will have breakfast with a Dominatrix chosen by your Patron of the day."

I sighed exorbitantly and the others laughed. I saw their anticipation: This was a good one. Sure. Good one for anyone but the victim. But I had entered the contest with my eyes open. I was determined to win the prize. Come heaven or hell or a vicious-minded she-devil, I must prevail. Peter, the Patron of the day, exclaimed that he knew a perfect little helper. He always did know all kinds of people. A phone call and it was settled. The very same night I was to be presented to Mistress Mary, collared and wearing nothing but my birthday suit.

Night fell. I undressed, got collared and Peter knocked on Mistress Mary's door. She opened, and without a word she handed a symbolic pouch of gold to Peter and he gave her my leash. 

So I was sold.

The door shut behind me and I was led into a large room that looked like nothing less than a showroom for BDSM-collectables. A medieval torture chamber meets rubber and stainless steel. I was dumbfounded, which was probably just as good because the good Mistress Mary did not say a word, only tied my leash loosely to a man-high pole in the middle of the room and walked around me, carefully examining her recent purchase. 

My first thought about Mistress Mary was that she was old. Lines marked her face and there were more than a few stains of grey in her long, blonde hair. Maybe she was forty five – no age to be sure – but at twenty five anything above thirty is near Neolithic. Furthermore, her stature was impressive, almost intimidating. She was athletic, her body trimmed beyond perfection. Her athletic curves were quite exposed as she wore nothing but a black leather bra with stainless steel pins pointing aggressively forward. Her hands and forearms, all the way to her elbows, where covered by black shining gloves that looked like a second skin. The curves of her sturdy hips were outlined by a black and red leather miniskirt over a pair of black fishnets. Her legs were thick and powerful and seemed almost as muscular as my own; and I'm not a skinny guy. She wore shining black shoes with mind bogglingly high heels; I was amazed as to how she kept her balance. Her voice was sharp and cold as ice:

"I am Mistress Mary. You will address me Mistress. You are nothing. You will speak only when I so command. Do you understand?"

She was behind me and I turned a bit to face her. Immediately, I heard a crack and felt a burning pain in my right ass cheek. I twitched and clenched my teeth together to avoid a cry. I suspected that she had whipped me with a riding crop.

"You will not move until I tell you to. And you will never, never eyeball me. Is this understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

Another blow to on my other cheek made me jump and I couldn't speak fast enough.

"Yes, Mistress, I understand, Mistress."

"Good. Now that we are introduced, let us be swift with the formalities. You will be allowed a safe-word. One word that will end this session and send you back to your former owner. Tell me your safe-word, slut!"

Split second decision.

"Magdalene, Mistress."

It was the first word that popped up and I immediately regretted my choice. It revealed far more of my emotions for Magdalene than I would have wanted. The room was rigged with a number of video cameras and a number of red lights indicated that most of them were running. I had no doubt that at least one or two were streaming the show and allowed Magdalene and the guys would be able to see and hear everything that happened.

"So be it. Magdalene it is."

I could not see her but I suspected that she smirked.

"Kneel!"

I dropped to my knees rapidly, too rapidly since they banged against the floor so hard that they hurt. But I hardly felt it because I was almost choked by the collar. From the ring in the pole to which she had tied it, the leash was hardly long enough to reach all the way to my collar, which is why it put considerable strain on my neck. Fuck, was she trying to strangle me? Did she even know what she was doing? If the leash had been a bit shorter, I might have broken my neck. I was having second thoughts already. Magdalene had said that trust was the most important component of a D/s-relationship. Well, so far one hundred percent failure.

I gasped as she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. The second later, lights went out as I was blindfolded by a completely opaque scarf over my eyes. I was instantaneously disoriented. Even though I tried to remember how the room was designed; where the entrance was, the position of tables that I had seen and so forth, I just could not hardly decide what was up or down.

"Lie down!"

Each time she gave her command it was like a gunshot. Sharp. Unexpected. This time I was a bit careful. My Adam's apple was still a bit sensitive after the jerk of the leash when I kneeled. Mistress Mary took my hesitation as another excuse to give me a reprimand and a she let the riding crop dance over my back. Once. Twice. Thrice. Each blow emphasized her words:

"You – are – slow!"

I lay down on the floor. Apparently she had released the leash from the pole without my noticing it because my movement was free all the way to the floor. When I had straightened out, belly down on the floor, I felt her shoe on my back, between my shoulder blades. It felt like her sharp heel would pierce right through me as she pressed me against the floor.

"I can't accept that you are slow all the time. You need a cue, something that will remind you, at all times, to answer swiftly to my demands."

Her foot was taken off my back and I heard her walk with quick steps over the room. There was noise, as if she took something out from a drawer, and then quick steps took her back.

"Keep your face to the floor but rise to your knees and point your slut ass towards me!"

I immediately obeyed her orders, although I felt terribly uneasy with assuming such an immodest position. I had never offered my ass in such a revealing way to anyone before. And it got worse. Without any delay, I felt her latex-clad hands grab my butt and I felt a hard object pressed against my sphincter. Relentless, she kept pushing the object until my muscles yielded and my internal opened up to the plug in her hand. It felt like it was going to rip me apart. After what appeared to be an eternity, the strained eased slightly and Mistress Mary let go of me. The butt plug was secured in my interior. I focused on the contest, the prize. I must prevail.

What bugged me the most was the fact that I felt blood rushing to my groins – I was having an erection. What the hell, I was not supposed to get aroused by this humiliating treatment, was I? Yet I was, albeit reluctantly. No matter what, I was terrified that Magdalene would get the wrong idea about my sexual preferences. Only briefly did I dwell on the definition of right and wrong in this context but I could not pull my thoughts together. I was overwhelmed by the situation.

I felt her standing right in front of me. My butt was still pointing to the air and the initial burning pain that the insertion of the plug had caused had now turned in to a dull ache. Now I felt the tip of her shoe under my nose.

"It'd dusty. Lick it!"

Having learnt my lesson, I didn't wait to reach out with my tongue and it quickly found her lacquer shoe. While I licked the smooth surface, I felt the caress from the riding crop over my shoulders, back and behind. I was more or less completely erect by now, but the distress was vanishing rapidly – I was getting less and less aware of the outside world. I was excited.

"Good. You seem to be able with your tongue. Are you good with your tongue, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I was satisfied with having been swift enough with my answer. Admittedly I didn't know if I was very good with my tongue, but I was eager and willing. Cunnilingus has always been a dear occupation of mine. In terms of oral sex, giving usually surpasses receiving. I felt a twitch of excitement.

"Turn around! Lie on your back!"

I spun around and lied on my back with my arms along my sides. Mistress Mary expressed her unmistaken disappointment with the position and expressed it by way of putting her needle sharp heel on my chest.

"Arms straight above your head!"

I obeyed her order and stretched both arms above my head only to find Mistress Mary winding a cord around my wrists. Seconds later she pulled the cord, stretching my arms even further. Apparently, she had tied my arms to something robust, because I was quite restrained. Then she was gone. The moment before, I had felt the warmth from her body but now it seemed as though she had vanished and yet I had not heard her walk away. Being a cunning sleuth, I figured that she had taken off her stiletto heel shoes just so that she would be able to tip-toe around unnoticed. 




The Contest



The joy of being right was diminished by the fact that I was. Suddenly my leg twitched and a fraction of a second later I realized that my foot had been tickled by something light and soft, I settled for a soft paint brush. A second later I felt the crop coming down on my thigh and heard the sharp voice of my Mistress.

"I did not tell you to move!"

It tickled again, this time under my arm and there was no way I could keep myself from twitching. Again the crop exploded, this time on my belly and according to me, much too close to my private parts.

"I said lie still! Or else I will need to be less gentle. You seem to enjoy this way too much."

The last few words were uttered with a wickedly sarcastic voice and I trembled as I felt the riding crop stroke my throbbing cock, from the balls to the crown and back. She did not realize her ghoulish threat to hit me harder but the next couple of minutes were a formidable barrage of tickles and swats, of which the former were a greater torment for me than the latter. I simply cannot stand being tickled. To no surprise she noticed, which is why the evil witch let the tickles become increasingly intense and longer each time. After a while; I must have received a day's duty of soft brush tickling and crop whipping for any man; she calmed down and backed off. My whole body ached by now but I was still hard as a rock, which seemed to give Mistress Mary a bit of pleasure. She let her bare feet trample around my crotch and, to my surprise, rather carefully stroke my balls and shaft for quite some time.

"Oh yes, I believe that you are a real pain slut... you really seem to enjoy this."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Now I want you to prove your ability with your tongue."

She straddled me – I could feel legs on either side of my chest and smell the leather from her skirt. I could hear and feel her move right above my face. By now I was extremely aroused and I could hardly await her next move. Wise from previous mistakes, nevertheless, I didn't move.

"Stretch out your tongue, slut, and keep it stiff!"

I did the best I could, but I obviously did not get it right. Believe me, stretching a tongue straight up, in particular when you're blindfolded isn't quite as easy as it might seem. She grabbed my hair and jerked my head back.

"Stretch it, slut!"

I tried again and apparently I got it right this time, or at least better because she released her grip of my hair and instead started pulling in her garments; I heard the noise. At last, I thought, finally I will feel the taste of woman on my lips. I could smell the arousing scent of her moist pussy as I felt her lowering her hips over me. When I finally sensed her, nevertheless, I could immediately tell that it was not her pussy, but her tight puckered hole that was pushing my tongue. I twitched from excitement as much as arousal but I guess Mistress Mary misinterpreted my movement as disobedience because she immediately swatted the crop. This time I cried out loud because she hit me right over my testicles. Fortunately, she had not given much force to the thrashing so I managed to lie reasonably still despite the throbbing pain.

"Tongue!"

Her voice confessed no remorse and I stretched out my tongue against her waiting ass. She squatted so that her hips were almost touching me. Humid warmth radiated from her pussy and I felt confusingly proud over the fact that she had become aroused as well. She moved her pelvis in small circular movements, making her puckered hole grind against my rigid tongue. I felt the situation peculiarly exciting. Then she stopped and lowered even further so that her lower parts pressed against my face. A bit harder and I would not be able to breathe.

"Now lick me, slut! Lick my ass for me!"

Eagerly, I obeyed and let my tongue swirl around her anus, trying to maximize the amount of saliva to make the touch as smooth as possible. I alternated in licking her flat-tongued in slow sweeps, letting my tongue flutter lightly and rapidly and finally poking her tight hole with the tip of my tongue. I could tell that she appreciated what I was doing. Initially rigid and quite stiff above me, she started to wiggle her bottom and grind against my face. Her movements became increasingly wild and I would occasionally feel my tongue sweep over her drenched slit, its sweet taste driving me wild with arousal. Finally, she grabbed my head with her both hands and pulled me against her, pressing my face hard against her pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth and let my tongue flicker over it feverishly. Mistress Mary was moaning uncontrollably now, not quite meeting expectations of a stern dominatrix. Seconds later, I felt a gush of warm liquid splash over my lips and the out of control Mistress screamed in orgasmic ecstasy.

It went quiet. The sound of my panting was dominating the room. I could hear sporadic noises from her tip-toeing around but she said nothing. No orders. No swats. Nothing. After a little while I began to feel anxious. Although my erection had calmed down somewhat I was still excited, even frustrated. I felt a terrible urge to fuck, cum and release all tension. And to get that fucking butt plug out of my ass; my whole bottom felt numb.

Slowly, hopefully quite casually, I moved my legs, hoping that a little sound would create some action from my Mistress. But it wasn't until I dared to clear my throat, very silently, that I heard a scratching noise that revealed to me that she was still present in the room and actually walking in my direction.

"You were adequate in your performance, slut!"

Bullshit! I was great!

"But you must learn to keep still. You need more discipline, don't you?"

I was growing weary of this routine by now. Mistress Mary's creativity seemed to have reached a limit. How the hell was I supposed to live through this woman's treatment until morning? It couldn't have passed more than an hour, maybe two. She moved over my head and I felt that the cord that tied my arms to the floor was released. Also the ropes around my wrists loosened a bit, but I was careful not to make any exaggerated movements; it felt rather good when blood rushed into my hands – they had started to get awfully cold.

"Stand up!"

This time she did not wait for me to fail, but whipped me instantly; not with the riding crop but some kind of rather smooth flogger of several tails. It produced a thud on my chest and hardly bit at all as the crop had done. Nevertheless, I rose to my feet, slowly, as I had a bit of a problem to keep my balance. I felt her jerk the cord that was tied to the rope around my hands and she pulled me over the floor. I noticed, by now, that the world was not as pitch dark as it had been moments ago and realized that Mistress Mary must have displaced the blindfold when she had grinded my face with her bottom. I was actually able to see the room with one of my eyes, albeit very fuzzy as the fabric of the blindfold still mostly covered my eye. I realized that she was leading me to a full size St. Andrew's cross made of sturdy timber. There were metal grey shackles fastened at each end of the x-shaped construction. Right next to the cross was a knee-high, rather slim basket, which was of greater concern to me than the cross. From the basket, long plumes of ostrich feathers shivered. Tickle time again!

It is funny how the different human senses are synchronized and seem to assist each other. I guess that this is evolutionary beneficial. When the caveman burnt his fingers on fire and later saw fire, he could remember the burning pain and stay away from the fire. The howling of wolves would remind him that his arm was bitten off the other week. And so on, and so forth. You understand what I mean.

I had learnt just how bad I respond to tickling. I had also, with growing frustration, learnt to distrust my Mistress. She simply did not seem in total control of every bit of the situation, which I think any slave should have the right to expect. Consequently, it was with horror that I imagined being more or less immobile on the cross while this vicious woman had her way with the feathers and god knows what else.

I am not particularly proud of it (although the result proved spectacular) but I panicked. In my mind, I went through every option I could think of and finally come to my one and only conclusion. It would by all certainty reduce my shot at the title with Magdalene to nil, which I felt very sorry about, but right now this was a minor concern. I focused on survival.

Mistress Mary reached the cross and pulled me so I was standing right in front of and facing it. She examined me carefully and for a short while I feared that she had noticed that the blindfold had slipped, but she seemed more interested in the shining red marks that covered most of my body, as well as my cock, semi-erect and its tip shining of pre-cum. She took my hands and started to untie my wrists, which was reasonably swiftly done since the knots had already loosened earlier. She raised an eyebrow just as if she was suspicious of me having anything to do with it. Apparently she decided not and she pulled my right arm upwards, to the side, towards the intended shackle. She planned to tie me facing the cross.

This was the opportunity. A foul one I'm sure, and it probably breaks any codex concerning the relation between a dominatrix and her slave, or any D/s-relationship for that matter. But it seemed absolutely, uncompromisingly right at the moment.

She was not aware of it but she was in a rather vulnerable position since she was almost squeezed between me and the cross. Had my blindfold been appropriately tight, she would have been quite safe, but now, it was not. I only needed to take one step forward, and I would pin her against the cross with my body and since she already stretched her hands, pulling mine, towards the shackle, she was dangerously close should a slight misunderstanding occur.

Of course, it was no misunderstanding. I thrust forward, aggressively, and pushed her against the cross with the full weight of my body. Simultaneously I released from the grip of her hands and gripped her left hand with my right and shoved it into place in the shackle. I was amazed by her strength and I feared that I had bit off more than I could chew. Nevertheless, before she had had time to react, I had closed the shackle and secured the hook that would keep it locked.

Only now did she respond. Furiously. Screaming, she thrust her free hand towards my face, aiming her claws at my eyes. By least possible margin, I managed to catch her wrist with my hands and moments later I had shackled also her right hand, however not without having to sacrifice my shoulder to her teeth, which gave witness of considerable vigor as they dug into my flesh. I pulled back in time to avoid her knee which was thrust forward, aimed for my crotch.

"You son of a bitch! Release me immediately, slut! I order you!"

Her voice was frantic and the alarm was deafening. She kicked at me but I was wise enough to keep out of range while I caught my breath after the tougher than expected wrestling with not so meek Mistress Mary. Nevertheless, I wanted to secure also her feet. This was imperative to the plan that had begun to shape in my head, the first part of which, no doubt, was to release my butt from the intrusion of the painful plug. The relief was sensational and I could not but take the greatest pleasure in my sudden freedom for a minute before I turned my attention back to the awe stricken Mary, who had witnessed my near-surgical procedure with great interest. Her calmness vanished, nevertheless, when I started to dance around her, teasing her, and listened to her insults until I quickly dove behind her and tied my blindfold around her head instead of mine. It took a couple of daring attempts but finally it seemed as though she was as blind as I had been. This was confirmed by the fact that her movements became less agile and she was having notable problems in keeping her balance when she tried to kick me. Having her blindfolded made it quite easy to snare her legs and soon enough also her feet were secured to the cross.

"This is not how it is supposed to be! This was not part of the deal!"

"The deal has changed, if you haven't noticed. Have you ever played switch?"

No answer.

"Well, you remember the safe word, don't you? All you need is to whisper..."

"NOOOOO!!!"

Her resent shocked me. She was furious, that was clear. She would hurt me if she could, I was certain. But most of all, she was angry with herself for having let down her guard. Ok, so I had played it foul, I could admit that; but she had been sloppy. And she knew it. She was much too proud to show weakness and drop out. Who knows, maybe she even looked forward to it? I know I did.

"So, I believe that we understand each other."

I could almost touch her hatred. But she nodded.

"I believe that you have misunderstood my name, slut. It is Master. Do you understand?"

"Yes... Master..."

She hesitated, but she got it right, which was fortunate because I suddenly realized that I currently had no means to reciprocate her frisk handling of the whip when I had been the one not responding quickly enough. I gazed over the room to gain inspiration and assemble my thoughts. After a short while, I picked a thin black cane down from the wall. It was tremendously flexible; high-grade glass fiber. Beautiful. A mere twitch of my wrist would be sufficient to create a sharp and stinging pain in any part of her body I would choose as target. Force would break the skin very easily; I took a mental note to avoid that. My hope was to avoid the cane altogether; there are so many more interesting things to do to a tied down woman. Nevertheless, I swung the cane vividly through the air with the sole purpose of letting her listen to it. When I saw her freeze at the hissing sound, I could not help but to smile wryly.

Mary looked sexy, she did. My first impression of her had been that she was old. She was older than me, that was for sure, but she did look sexy. So different from any woman, or any girl, that I had ever encountered in any similar position. She was sturdy but by no means fat; on the contrary, her abdominal muscles were more outlined than I had ever seen on a woman. But she was strong, muscular; I almost giggled when I realized that she resembled a powerful Eastern European javelin thrower, only with better make up and sexier outfit. Every time she fought the shackles, her muscles moved seductively under her skin. I realized that once again that I boasted a terrific hard on.

"I believe that we have an appointment that lasts until breakfast. Don't we, slut?"

"Yes, Master."

"That gives us several hours to play. You do want to play, don't you, slut?"

She grinded her teeth.

"Yes, Master."

"Goodie! We'll have so much fun together."

I took immense pleasure in mocking her.

"Sing for me, slut!"

Despite that her blindfold hid the expression of her eyes, I could tell that she was astonished. I gave her a tiny swat with the cane over her front thighs, which made her utter a high-pitched moan despite the limited force used.

"What would you like me to sing, Master?"

I gave her yet another touch by the cane; this time she twitched but she didn't make a sound.

"I do not believe that I asked you to sing a specific song, I want you to sing a song that you believe is appropriate for this occasion. You do know how to sing, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, Master."

Each time she said "Yes, Master" she sounded like Count Dracula's stooge Renfield and the sex appeal was about as limited. I wondered if I should demand a different addressing but my line of thinking was interrupted by her voice. It was, in fact, more melodious than I had expected. But the song was nothing at all as I would have expected. It sounded like something scribbled down on a tablecloth at three o' clock in the morning at some student fraternity beer fest. The waltz started:

"The first time I saw you my dear Isabelle

A feast for my eyes, sweet mademoiselle

Enchanting us all with your outstanding charm

We were standing in line just to lend you and arm

Sweet Isabelle, you are the girl of my life

Sweet Isabelle, please marry me be my wife

What would life offer more,

if you bring me to shore,

Sweet Isabelle?

With right of a captain I mounted you first

But called for the boys to come quench their thirst

We worked you all over from morning 'til night

You took us all in to our collective delight

Sweet Isabelle, you are the girl of my life

Sweet Isabelle, please marry me be my wife

We'll endure next world war

if you offer hardcore

Sweet Isabelle

We learnt pretty soon the position preferred:

the tighter the ropes, the less you demurred

When the going got tough it took several men

to batten all hatches again and again

Sweet Isabelle, you are the girl of my life

Sweet Isabelle, please marry me be my wife

A mouse on the floor

Give me pussy galore,

Sweet Isabelle

Years took their toll and your hull withered down

Imploring attention and dropping your gown

'This lassie' the sailors all had to confess

'won't satisfy even a man in distress'

Sweet Isabelle, you were the girl of my life

Sweet Isabelle, I've got a whole other wife

She's got décor to adore

and is nobody's whore,

like Sweet Isabelle"

The song had started out rather muted; she was shy of her voice, of course. But towards the end of the song, in particular in the chorus "Sweet Isabelle", she sang with all of her heart. I was completely dumbfounded and had I not been determined on having a bit of fun and already taken the time to a minute of planning ahead, the evening might have ended right there, right then.

"You are quite astonishing, slut! I've never heard that song before. You sang it with great vigor, I have to confess."

"Thank you, Master."

The song had had a positive impact on her mood, "Master" sounded far more joyful than it had done only a minute ago.

"Maybe you would like me to release your bondage because you sang so beautifully? Do you want me to let you go or would you rather play until breakfast?"

It was an obvious trick question. Of course. And she answered appropriately.

"Thank you, Master, but if you allow, I would rather play until breakfast."

Damn it if I didn't actually believe her. She had definitely had a change of heart. Little sister Mary had so far shown considerably more talent as a sub than she had ever managed as a dominatrix.

"Then it is decided. I will torment you until breakfast for no other reason than my own sheer pleasure. The slut is allowed to take pleasure as well but may under no circumstances cum until the Master so commands. Is the slut comfortable with these simple guidelines for the night?"

She bit her lower lip and I observed a slight shiver running through the woman's body.

"Yes, Master."

She played the game beautifully.

When I walked around her, caressing her body with the tip of the cane, I came to remember the cameras around us. I had not given them a second thought but now I realized that I was quite certainly observed by Magdalene, Peter and Matthew. I considered to cover myself but repeated the mantra of the other night: There is no business like show business and the show must go on. Any attempt to shield my privates from the audience would only look ridiculous. Although, I briefly reflected, it probably did not matter any longer since I had broken the rules. Anyhow, I would be in a much better position to amuse myself if I was naked so naked it would be.

Mary, nevertheless, was insultingly overdressed for the occasion.

I started by unhooking her modernistic leather bra; the metal points clanked as the garment hit the floor. A pair of surprisingly natural breasts escaped their confinement. Not pumped by silicone as might have been expected with a professional in the field but rather small and saggy from age. Nonetheless, or maybe just because of this, they were among the most beautiful breasts that I had ever laid eyes upon. I let a finger trace their contour and watched with amusement how the skin puckered from the light touch. I cupped one breast, felt its weight in my hand and swiftly brushed the nipple with my thumb. Mary gasped and I could feel her response to my touch as her nipple stiffened and body quaked. One step back. I gently slapped the breast; she moaned silently; and continued my walk around her.




The Contest



Drew: The Setup

I got into this thing kind of in the middle. But then I made it my own, so to speak. At first it was just a rumor being spread around the clubhouse. How the rumor started, I couldn't guess. Swear to God! Kinda.

"Did you hear about the contest", I heard one asshole say to another asshole in the locker room. 

I had gotten out of the shower and was donning a clean, dry rugby shirt to clear my soul of another wasted afternoon swatting at balls. I barely heard the first asshole speak, as I had been mumbling to myself about that damned 18th fairway with the lake that seems to magnetic to my golf balls

Usually, discretion being the better part of valor, I hit around that stinking lake, even though it almost always costs me a stroke. But today I grew a pair and tried to drive it. I usually put it out about 200 - 220 yards with my 3 wood (my driver sucks). Okay, do I look like Tiger Woods? The other side of the lake is just about 200 yards. It's a damn tempting target.

Can you spell intimidation? My drives usually go about 199 yards on the 18th. Or I try to muscle it over and slice that sucker into the next county. 

But today... Today I hit it just so. I felt it go straight, true, and far. You know that feeling you get when you hit the sweet spot dead center? That sucker soared. My fist was in the air as the ball cleared the lake. Then the fucker hit a six inch rock on the fly and ricocheted all the way back to my side of the lake. My partner Randy was rolling on the ground. Then I popped a 7 iron shot right back into the middle of the lake. I hate the 18th.

Where was I? Oh yeah, it was asshole number one (Jack maybe?) asking asshole number two (George maybe?) about some contest. I don't do tournaments. I don't play mixed pairs because my wife doesn't golf. I don't enter club tournaments because my handicap is somewhere around my zip code. I once got high before I played and broke ninety; other than that, nothing.

But I knew that this wasn't a club tournament. It wasn't a tournament at all. Jack something saw me standing off to the side and said, "Hey Andy. You want in?" 

I hate being called Andy. My name is Andrew; Drew to some of my friends. Assholes call me Andy. 

"What contest", I asked?

"Yeah, what contest", echoed George something?

"It's a wife contest" he smugly replied.

"My wife doesn't play", I said. 

"Oh, I bet she does" said Jack something.

"What is that supposed to mean" says I? That sounded like some kind of veiled insult, maybe not so veiled.

"Andy, you've got the hottest wife in the entire club. Several of us guys feel that she would be a perfect addition to the list of contestants."

"Contestants for what", says I?

"Yeah, contestants for what", says George.

There are a number of guys at this club who are just arrogant jerks from my point of view. Jack and George were among about a dozen guys who everyone else tries to avoid around the clubhouse. I don't play with any of them because I have enough trouble keeping my own score without trying to catch them using hand mashies and lying about whether they found their stinking ball in the damned trees. Nobody liked them, but I guess they like each other. There's no accounting for taste.

So now they have some contest going. Well I refuse to compare dick size with any of them. It just ain't right. 

"Our crowd is having a little contest to see who can fuck the largest number of each other's wives. Winner takes all. Everyone is throwing a hundred bucks into the pot, so the winner will get, I don't know, a hundred bucks times the number of contestants, I guess. Plus bragging rights. I mean big time bragging rights."

That's the dumbest fucking contest I've ever heard of. These so-called buddies are going to try to hook up with each other's wives? That's a sure combination for good feelings and friendly competition. Duh, wonder who thought it up?

Normally I'd ignore the whole concept and just walk away, because it is disgusting, unreasonable and insulting to women. It's just the kind of thing a group of obnoxious misogynist jerks would find tempting. Yes, they are all as asinine and shallow as I had thought.

I've met most of their wives. Why is it that so many beautiful women marry assholes? I suppose it's because they are arrogant enough to ask beautiful women out. Normal guys don't usually have the guts to approach a really gorgeous female. 

Now I do have a very attractive wife. Based upon my prior statements, you might think that I, Andrew Jackson McCall, am in fact an asshole. But you would be wrong, bud. My wife is one of those late bloomers. When I married her she was just a bit above average. But with my money she got her teeth straightened, had Lasik eye surgery to lose the coke-bottle specs, found a hair stylist with talent, bought a ton of high fashion clothes that hug every curve and leave you wanting to see more. Get the picture? 'Just a bit above average' turned into 'world class beauty' almost overnight. And now the country club asshole brigade wants to sniff around and see if she looks as good with her clothes off. (She does.)

"I don't care much for bragging rights. And I'll tell you, my wife would never fall for this. She'd emerge untouched because she's as faithful as my wiener dog. So I guess I wouldn't add much to the mix." ('Let's see how badly they want my wife', I'm thinking.)

Jack something smiled a particularly slimy smile. "What's wrong, Andy? Worried about how you would compare with the Club studs? Afraid that once your little wife has experienced some real men she won't want you anymore?"

He said it like he was joking, but I knew he was deadly serious. He is, above all, an asshole. I made like I was deliberating about it. My face looked angry, then concerned, then resolved. I'm good at giving people the face they expect to see. Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

"Okay, I'm in", I finally said with a look of hope mixed with trepidation. (I shoulda been an actor!) "Lock up your wives."

Jack something's eyes lit up and he gave me a ferret-faced grin. "Well that's good news. We can use another wife in the lineup, especially a sexy one like yours. Glad you aren't worried about your wife fucking other men."

"I know my wife pretty well. She takes our marriage seriously. No one will get past first base with her." 

"Maybe you are right" he said. But I could tell by the look in his eyes and the saliva dripping down his chin that he thought I was wrong.

"Are their rules to this contest", I asked? 

"Yeah" said George something. "What are the rules?" 

I could tell that Jack (Off?) wasn't that interested in George's wife; probably because she was a couple of grades above 'hideous' but still below 'offensive' on the attractiveness scale. No wonder he hadn't been asked to join earlier. In fact I'm theorizing that Jack Off brought the subject up with him just so he could bring me into the conversation.

Bet he thinks I was a lot easier to lure in than he expected. That's okay. Let him think anything he wants. 

"The rules are simple. Starting with the country club dance on Saturday night, that's the 14th, everyone has one month to bag as many wives as he can. There has to be some kind of proof. You can't just say you've done it. You've got to provide documentation. After next month's dance we'll get together and determine the winner. One more thing: every wife is fair game at the dance. She has to be there and you can't protect her. You should be going after some other guy's wife at the dance anyway. "

"What kind of documentation" asked George something?

"Oh, I don't know. A pair of panties, maybe – unwashed – with engraved initials. I personally plan to use my cell phone to get a nude picture of every girl I fuck. I've been doing that for years anyway. I had to get a terabyte external hard drive to handle all the additional storage on my computer" he smirked.

God, this guy is an asshole. I wondered how he would look with my foot up his ass. I had to get outta there before he made me physically ill.

I saw a loophole that had to be closed. "Just a minute! Getting a picture of the woman by herself, nude or otherwise proves nothing. You've got to be in the picture with her or it's not documentation." Come on, asshole. Agree.

He looked doubtful for a second, but then said, "Yes, you are probably right. I'll make sure everyone agrees to that."

Yes!! "Okay, we're on. When will I get a list of all the participants? We have to know who to go after. I assume any non-participating women who fall into the net by accident don't count." Hey, I can sound as arrogant as the next guy if I try. I usually don't try, is all.

Jack Off says, "I'll print a list and have it for you when you come to the dance. We don't want to email each other about it. Too easy to give the game away. By the way, no informing your wife about the contest. That means instant disqualification."

I took my leave. How do they come up with such bullshit? What sane normal man would want to be a party to something as sick as this? On the other hand, sane normal me can think of nothing better suited to my needs at this time of my life. Sometimes things just come together. It must be fate. Well, sometimes fate needs a helping hand.

Susie: The Setup

Drew is almost everything most women would want in a husband. God knows he's a good provider. Our house is lovely. We're members at the Country Club. I drive a Lexus with every feature one could imagine. Actually I called around to Lexus dealers to see if they had the particular color I wanted – fuchsia. One dealership had the color but told me that the car was loaded. Drew just shrugged his shoulders. My car practically drives itself. Well, it parks itself, anyway. I have satellite radio, heated steering wheel, and every other feature a group of mad scientists could think of. Honestly, I just wanted my car to be fuchsia. 

Drew is a big, handsome man. A lot of women are jealous of me and I suppose they should be. He is strong, good looking, fairly loaded, and dependable. And he loves me. But the man is far from perfect to tell you the truth. Well, if I hadn't insisted, we would still be living in a condo rather than our lovely house. He thinks it is too much for us. I would agree with him if I hadn't brought in Rosie, our Mexican maid. She is a godsend. Of course, Drew complained about the cost of hiring a maid. He complained about the cost of buying the house. The man still drives an eight year old Corolla, for goodness sake! Drew is a tightwad. But he can't say no to me.

Those are the good things about Drew. But balanced against those good things is this. Drew at his heart is horribly boring. All he has to do is say 'hello' and I can barely keep my eyes open. 

Saturday afternoons he regales me with stories of his morning golf game, hole by hole. And he usually has a long and excruciating story about the 18th fairway. Yes, that's one of my favorite times of the week. Then when I want to go dancing at the club, he wants to spend Saturday night at home watching a football game; or a baseball game; or a hockey game; or Antiques Roadshow. He's a grown man who watches Antiques Roadshow! Drew is deadly dull.

And our sex life? Please! Who wants to have a sex life with Drew? When he is in the house, I've been bored into a coma by nine o'clock in the evening. 

I'd say I have almost a perfect life, if it weren't for Drew. I want some excitement in my life, and Drew is, above all, Mister Excitement. Not! 

Maybe it's time to trade up. 

Drew: The Dance

We usually go to only a few country club dances a year. My wife is always eager to go. But I would prefer having my fingernails slowly pulled out with a pair of pliers. It's less painful and is over before you know it. These dances, on the other hand, seem endless. 

My wife Susie was thrilled, shocked and stunned that I offered to take her to the dance. She had been hinting for weeks but I was successfully ignoring her. Then suddenly I came home and asked her what she was wearing to the dance. She didn't have to beg or threaten to cut me off. All her devious plans to trick me in to going were for naught. Well, perhaps she would just save them for next week's dance. Still, I actually got lucky that night; wonder of wonders.

I played golf the morning of the dance. I couldn't help but notice the disdainful sneers on the faces of the gang of twelve whenever they saw me. I got the impression that my wife would receive a full-frontal assault starting this very evening. It could be interesting. I don't think they cared much what I did with their wives. Or maybe they thought that I was too nice a guy to be successful with women like their wives, who usually responded only to assholes. 

Susie looked particularly lovely that night. She was wearing one of those summery, flowery dresses with very little or perhaps even nothing underneath. I caught a glimpse of those B-cup boobs every time she leaned forward. There certainly was no panty line showing through the very light fabric of her dress. What did she have on under there? 

Her hair was perfect, with a few of her stylish blond curls attractively hanging in front of those baby blues, only to be removed regularly with one of those little head flicks that she must have learned in charm school. She looked good and she knew it, damn her. 

We arrived at 8PM and by 8:05 Susie was out of my sight. Didn't know where she went and I didn't care. I made for the bar, ordered a bottle of ale (Victory V-12: After drinking do not operate heavy machinery), found an available seat and watched for developments. Asshole Jack found me with my friendly V-12 and slipped me a list of names. There were thirteen women listed. I noted that Susie was at the top of the list. Wonder why?

I could barely see Susie over in the corner with at least six of the gang of twelve hovering around her. Every now and then one of them would look over at me, maybe wondering how I would take this full-frontal assault. I may not have mentioned that although I can't hit a golf ball worth a shit, I am 6' 2" and weigh about 200 pounds (on a good day), and most of it is still muscle. 

Maybe they were surprised that I joined the contest. Maybe they were still worried that I would pull out of the contest and soundly kick some ass. I knew about twelve asses that really needed a sound kicking.

But no, I remained calm. I remained seated, sucking on that lovely Belgian-like nectar. Actually I was pretty sanguine, given the circumstances.

What about the other wives, you ask? I didn't care about the other wives. I suspected that all of them were pretty well used. I'm not much for well-used women. Call me a sexist snob. 

Finally I figured the asshole club might start wondering why I wasn't pursuing any of their wives, so I finished my ale (25 ounces of sophisticated firewater) and started making the rounds. I asked Jill something, Jack Off's wife, to dance. She accepted happily (perhaps even lustily) and molded herself to me as soon as we got onto the dance floor; which I found strange because this wasn't a slow dance.

Nonetheless, we were dancing. She was rubbing her rather robust tits (artificially augmented, I suspected) against my chest while straddling my leg with hers. She seemed to be humping my leg. Now some might find this to be arousing, but it reminded me of my brother's Yellow Lab, that always wanted to hump my leg every time it saw me. I hated that mutt. I didn't find Jill's humping any more attractive.

Jill Off placed her mouth close to my ear and began to talk.

"I'm so glad you're joining us on the dance floor tonight, Andy. I don't think I've ever seen you dance with anyone other than your wife. You are a good looking man, you know. I'd sure like to get to know you better – a lot better. All you have to do is name the time and place, sweetie, and I'm all yours."

Wow, I couldn't have been more tempted. Not!! Still, how often do you get an offer like that with no expenditure of cash or energy? I guess I should have been a bit grateful for the opportunity. For some reason, I wasn't.

"Thanks, Jill. I'll certainly remember that. Maybe you will be hearing from me soon." Throw that old line out there and see if she bites.

"Oh, that would be nice, Andy. Give me a call anytime. You do have the Club directory, don't you?"

"Yes, I'm sure I have it around somewhere. Maybe I'll give you a call."

"I can hardly wait, you handsome thing." With that she wandered away. 

Either she is a major league first class slut, or she already knows about the contest. Probably both come to that. I guess she went looking for a member of the gang of twelve to set up her next assignation. She probably looks at this contest as open season. No sneaking around. No lies. Just fuck a dozen or so guys with no consequences; her idea of Nirvana.

No sooner had Jill Off left me than I was joined by Jean something. Hey, I remember the last names of my friends. But I don't have space in my memory banks for the names of a bunch of assholes and their predatory wives. Maybe Jill Off wouldn't have looked so happy if she knew I didn't even know her last name. Oh yeah, somewhere on my body was a list. I just wasn't interested enough to look her up. I kind of prefer Jill Off anyway.

Jean wanted to dance – both horizontally and vertically, it seemed. I was doing a mambo with her, but the horizontal mambo was out, as far as I was concerned. I didn't tell her that. Instead I said, "Maybe you will be hearing from me soon." That line worked well with Jill Off. Jean seemed satisfied as well.

It's hardly necessary to mention that seven or eight more women eagerly attached themselves to me long enough to make me aware of their interest. I felt like a piece of raw meat that had been dropped into the middle of a shark feeding frenzy. Does anyone have any morals anymore? If I had any faith in human beings before, this evening would certainly have destroyed that faith. Luckily I already had lost my faith in people. No harm, no foul.

I finally made it back to the bar. I sucked down another half a bottle of that V-12 but I still need to calm down and relax. Christ, what a bunch of sluts! Perhaps it comes from being married to assholes. 

I had never been approached by these women in the past. Even though it was against the so-called rules, they must all have known about the contest and have eagerly embraced it. A chance to fuck! Don't these women have hobbies? 

The dance finally ended and magically my wife reappeared. Her face was flushed and her clothes didn't seem to fit her quite right. I made no comment, just led her to the car. I wasn't totally shitfaced. I had nursed that second V-12. Still, I hoped I wouldn't be asked to take a breathalyzer test. Does a Toyota Corolla qualify as heavy machinery?

Susie: The Dance

Strangely, when we arrived at the dance we went our separate ways. Drew headed directly for the bar. Drew only agrees to come to a few of these dances a year. And usually he hovers over me like a hawk! He may be boring, but he is big and strong and a bit intimidating. I think he scares other men away from me. I almost only ever dance with him. Or his buddy Randy, another exciting guy. (Snicker!) But this night was different. He didn't appear to be paying any attention to me at all. So I went to find some excitement.

I know a lot of the women in the club because we hang out at the club swimming pool during the summer days while our husbands are at work. So I went looking for some girls that I knew. No sooner had I lost sight of Drew than several men approached me from different directions. The first one that got there, he said his name was George, asked me to dance and of course I accepted. I love to dance.




The Contest



We were slow dancing. At first it was like a junior high dance. You could have slipped another (skinny) person between us. George seemed to be extremely interested in checking out the people around us. (I think he was looking for Drew.) We slipped gradually closer and closer together, and by the end of the dance George held me in a tight clinch. I rather liked it.

No sooner had the dance ended when a different man asked for the next dance. His name was Jack. We started out close. He was rubbing his chest against mine. I wasn't wearing a bra, and my sundress was so light it felt like he was directly rubbing against my nipples. They seemed to swell under the pressure. So did Jack, for that matter. I could feel his hardness bumping into my leg. Then he turned me slightly and suddenly hardness had slipped between my legs! 

I hadn't worn panties that night. My sundress was so thin and light that panties, even a thong, would have made an obvious panty line. Besides, I wanted to feel naughty. So I could feel Jack's stiffy rubbing against my mound! Suddenly we seemed to melt together. I could feel my lips down there being rubbed by the hardness of this brazen man! His hands left my back and converged on my bottom. He pulled me even closer and began to move me back and forth, up and down against him.

I didn't know how to respond. I was shocked, yes. No one had ever been that forward towards me before. But I was liking it. I guess I didn't fight him. I didn't object. Instead I went with the flow, as they say. I was becoming more and more aroused. Suddenly the song ended and I was in the arms of another man! There seemed to be a crowd of men surrounding me and I was in the middle of the crowd dancing with one of them and that one changed at the end of every song. Hands ran up and down my body over my dress. Was it the guy I was dancing with? Was it one of the men around me? Was it all of the men around me? I didn't know. I didn't know how to respond. My body was responding for me! Had I panties on, they would have been thoroughly soaked.

Jack took over again. This time he reached down and grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up! My mind was a mess and I didn't even fight him. The bottom half of my body was exposed to the entire country club! But no, the crowd of men around me seemed to insure that the only ones able to see anything were them. I felt a finger slide between my nether lips. Oh, God. My eyes closed and I went with the moment. My hips seemed to take on a life of their own. They slid my lips along the finger. It brushed my clit and I moaned. Suddenly it was inside me! It slid out, and in, deeper and deeper. My eyes opened in shock, only to see Jack's eyes watching me intently. A thumb rubbed against my clitoris while the one finger inside my body somehow became two. There were hands groping my ass. Another finger swiped some of the dampness that had trickled down my legs and began to assault my back passage. There were hands on my breasts! Each nipple was separately tweaked.

I looked around in panic, and yet I could barely see the rest of the crowd. No one seemed aware of what was happening except the dozen or so men around me and me. I closed my eyes as my hips danced on the several fingers within me. Oh, the rubbing on my clit was driving me insane! I was a willing participant in my own assault. I was gasping for air. Someone kissed me, and that did it. I began to climax! I tried to stifle my scream as my body exploded in an eruption of lust and release! It went on and on! My hips rotated on those fingers as I slowly came down from an incredible high. 

My eyes flew open as I realized what I had done! Then the crowd of men erupted in applause and laughter. I was so embarrassed! Jack lifted his hand and smiled while smelling his fingers. I thought I would die. But he put his arms around me.

"Don't worry, baby. You looked hot coming for us like that. You know, you can get a lot more than that from any of us. All you've got to do is say the word."

My mind was a mess. I hardly registered what he was saying. It was already getting late, so I pulled myself from Jack's grip and hurried to find my husband. Old reliable was still stationed at the bar with a huge bottle of beer. I told him it was time to go home.

When we got to the house I must admit that I attacked Drew. I already had had the greatest climax of my life, so I suppose it was mostly guilt that led me to take him like that. I pulled him into the bedroom, shed my clothes, climbed on top and then practically raped him. 

The evening ended for me with a thoroughly satisfying climax. I hoped Drew enjoyed it. But I can't say that it was Drew I was thinking of as I hammered my pussy onto his rampant shaft. I kept thinking of Jack's magic fingers. Drew was the farthest thing from my mind, even though he was lying beneath me.

Drew: Contest Month

The next month passed quickly for me. Strangely I was required to go out of town on business many times during the month. I didn't go to the club on Saturday or Sunday for a dance, a round of golf or for anything else. Some might say I was avoiding the place.

About two weeks into it, I got a call from Jill something. 

"Andy, I thought you were going to call me", she said in a pouting voice. 

"Jeez, I'm sorry Jill. Things have been crazy at the office all of a sudden. I haven't had a spare minute to do anything."

"But what about the ..." she started. Then I guess she reconsidered. After all, she allegedly didn't know about the contest. That was one of the rules. She tried again with a different tact.

"I thought you were going to call me." She tried to sound offended. Maybe she was.

"Well as I said, I've been awfully busy. I've got to go out of town again this week. Maybe I'll give you a call when I get back. It's just been crazy around here." I wondered if she would fall for the same line twice.

"Well, okay", she said reluctantly. "Call me when you get back and we can hook up." 

"Thanks for calling, Jill" says I. Then I hung up. Two weeks and a few days and I'll be out from under this. I need an umbrella. It's raining shit.

That night at dinner I told Susie, "I've got to go to Erie the next couple of days to handle some customer problems. Think you can make it on your own again?"

I carefully watched her face. A flash of pleasure was quickly replaced by a look of concern. "Andrew, do you have to go out of town again so soon? Can't they get by without you?"

"Susie, I'm sorry but you know this is just part of the job. Sometimes I can go a couple of months with no emergencies. And then I get half a dozen emergencies all at once. It's just my luck that this month everybody is screaming for me." 

"Okay" Susie said. "I know you don't have much choice. But I get so lonely when you aren't here. I don't know what to do with myself when you are away."

"I'm sure you will think of something. Just do what comes naturally." Don't know why I said that. I could see that Susie wondered what I was referring to. But she let it slip by. 

It helps to be prepared. I had several trips already scheduled. Some of my customers who were my buddies called with 'emergencies' that couldn't be put off. I guess I spent five or six days all month actually staying at home except for the weekends. Some days I spent 'traveling' to or from the customer locations. Hey, Erie is a seven hour drive from my office one way, even if my wheels never touch the ground. And I had a stop or two in Altoona and Johnstown. While I was out that far, I told Susie I might as was well visit a customer in Butler. Then there were a couple of short hops to Harrisburg and Allentown. I was all over the state of Pennsylvania. 'cept I never seemed to be in Philly. What a fuckin' coincidence.

On the weekends I just wanted to unwind, I told Susie. Go to the Country Club dance? Play golf? Hell, no! I needed to rest up for the next trip. I encouraged Susie to go to the dances without me. I had never done that before. She was very pleased. I was soooo thoughtful. Yeah, I'm am one loving s.o.b.

Finally it was coming to an end. This week I told the wife that I would accompany her to the next dance. She appeared to be pleased. At least the club carries good beer, so I would make it through the night.

She was dressed sexily again. I had a jacket over a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. We arrived just after the start of the event, and Susie disappeared immediately. I went to the bar and got myself a Victory. Jack Off found me there. 

"Are you coming tomorrow morning? I'm thinking us guys should meet between ten and eleven. Those that want to slip in a morning round can do it. Remember, we're going to find out who wins the thirteen hundred bucks. Don't forget to bring your money." He probably knows that I didn't win. Maybe everyone is in on this but me. It sure seems like all the wives know about it, except maybe my wife.

"Yes, I'll be there. I've been working pretty hard this month, and I need some recovery time. So no golf for me."

And that was that. I hung near the bar. None of the women pursued me, so I didn't have to dance. I just sat there and slowly sipped my ale and contemplated my possibilities. What a nice way to spend a Saturday evening. 

Susie: Contest Month

The next month was the strangest and most exciting period of my life. I'll admit it. From time to time during our marriage I have felt the need for some strange cock. I've been very careful though. I certainly did not want to cause problems at home. I needed some variety in my sex lie, but I made sure that Drew was totally unaware of whatever philandering I might have done – just the occasional carefully orchestrated fling. 

But the month after the dance I was presented with a cornucopia of sexual opportunities, seemingly without complications or consequences. Drew's business took him out of town almost all month and I was almost always alone.

I swear my plan was to live my normal life and nothing else. I may have enjoyed that outrageous night at the dance, but I had no intention of repeating it. My heart couldn't take those kinds of chances and continue beating.

Drew went to Johnstown on Tuesday afternoon. Wednesday morning I got a call from none other than Jack. I was shocked and stunned.

"Hey there Susie Q! What's happening?" The voice was strong and confident. I felt a shiver run up my spine.

"Jack, is that you? What are you calling for? Drew is out of town but he should be back in time for golf on Saturday if you are trying to arrange a pairing."

"I want a pairing alright, baby, but not with Jack. Come on out to play, Susie. We can finish what we started at the dance."

My knees felt like they would give out. "I didn't start anything at the dance. You men took advantage of me. I must have had too much to drink." 

"Honey, you didn't have one drink all night. You were high, but it was from my fingers."

"Oh, you awful man. How could you say such a terrible thing to me?" My eyes were closed, remembering. I felt my hips start to rotate in time with my memory.

"Susie, I'm coming over to pick you up for lunch. We need to talk."

"Jack, I really shouldn't. Drew's out of town and I shouldn't be going out, especially with you."

"Perfect. We can take some time to get to know each other. No rush to be home, then, huh? I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Jack, No. Don't..." But he had already hung up the phone. I ran upstairs to quickly shower. What am I doing, I asked myself? Say no to the man. But 'no' didn't seem to be in my vocabulary that day.

Jack came by and led me to his car – a Caddy, of course. No Toyota for him. He said we were going to lunch, but I was surprised to see him pull in to a Hampton Inn and park near a side entrance.

"What are we doing here, Jack? I thought we were going to lunch!" I knew damn well what we were doing here.

"Honey, I'm going to eat lunch. But what's on the menu is you."

He led me to a suite. Our clothes flew off and I was on a bed with a semi-stranger almost instantly. His hands were everywhere. His mouth went for my lips, and then slowly worked their way down to my, uh, lips. I was already so hot! He could do anything he wanted to me. 

He was on me and then he was in me. His cock, prick, dick, lance, shaft, (I love those naughty words describing the male member) hovered over me, then stabbed in deeply, encountering very little resistance. I had been wet from the time he called me that morning.

My knees came up and my feet were high in the air as his engorged penis penetrated me to my depths. It felt so good. I needed it and he kept giving it to me. He plunged into me until we were two mindless sex machines pummeling each other. Jack's hips were flying and mine were working hard to keep up. I felt my ardor rising. I joined in the coupling with eagerness and enthusiasm. We were closer and closer to the edge. And then we were riding the edge. My orgasm seemed just out of reach, so good, yet so frustrating. 

Then Jack placed my knees over his shoulders and suddenly he was all the way to my womb. A few major strokes and I exploded in sweet agony. Was sex ever that good before? 

When Jack dropped me off that night, he said he might call again. I hoped he would. I wanted to again experience that wild uninhibited feeling that only animal sex with a stranger can give you. 

Jack disappointed me. He didn't call again for a couple of weeks. But just the next day, some other man from that group that surrounded me at the dance called. My god, I hadn't even known his name! But by 11:30 that morning my feet were in the air and I was being plowed at yet another motel.

That set a pattern for the next month. I don't know how I allowed myself to be a part of it, but man after man after man appeared, fucked me, and then disappeared. Counting repeats, I must have been laid a couple of dozen times. And none of them were by Drew. How very strange.

Drew: And the winner is...

I slowly drove my car into the club parking lot and found a spot about a half mile from the clubhouse. Geez every member must be playing this morning. Still, I entered the clubhouse by ten after ten. I saw most of the asshole club standing around, apparently waiting for me and any other stragglers. 

Jack Off waved me over. "Let's all go into the bar area. It's open but there won't be many people there this early." 

I guess I was the last to arrive. So the asshole club (plus one) moseyed into the club restaurant and congregated by the bar. Jack was apparently the ring leader.

"Okay. Let's tally our scores. Who thinks they have a shot at the title?"

Twelve hands went up. I was busy looking for a bartender. A V-12 would have gone down easy about then.

"Well let's look at our documentation. What do you guys have" asked Jack?

Several of them reached in their pockets and pulled out a packet of photos. One had a camera. The rest just opened their cell phones.

"Okay, everyone; get with the guy next to you and look at the evidence. Count each wife. If you've got several pictures of the same woman, it only counts once, even if you had her several times during the month. And your own wife doesn't count, so don't try to pull that on us!"

Since there were thirteen guys present, I was left with no partner. Not like I needed one. I just watched the proceedings with more than a modicum of curiosity.

I could see the asshole club going through the pictures, making checkmarks next to a list of wives and counting the results for each member. It only took about ten minutes before all twelve had made their individual tallies.

Jack Off called for the results. "Okay, anyone with twelve wives, raise your hand."

No one raised his hand. So none had thrown a perfect game.

"Okay, anyone with eleven wives, raise your hand."

Twelve hands went in to the air. Wow. I was seeing my life flash before my eyes. Is it possible? Could it be that there was just one wife that never gave it up? Or was this some weird coincidence and everyone just couldn't get them all, but all of the wives had slept with someone? 

Jack was pissed. "This isn't good. We have a dozen winners. What about you, Andy? How many did you score with?"

I just smiled. "Heck, it don't matter none. I didn't make the grade, no matter what."

"Yes, I guess you're right. Well, instead of one guy getting thirteen hundred dollars, twelve guys are going to have to split the one hundred bucks that Andy put into the pot. That sucks." Jack was displeased.

I raised my hand. "Hold on, now. I think I have a partial solution. I've got a confession to make here. I'm not really that interested in fucking other guy's wives, but I get off on other men fucking my wife. I know it's kinda kinky, but what can I do? It's the way I'm made. I'll give any of you who have a picture of you fucking my wife three hundred dollars for that picture."

The asshole club looked at each other, wondering if this was for real or some kind of trick. I attempted to assuage their fears.

"Don't worry fellas. I promise that your wives will never see those pictures if you don't want them to. If you need it I'll even sign a release of lien, or whatever the hell you call those things to prove I won't use the pictures against you. I just want to see my wife getting fucked. Three hundred, guys! Three hundred dollars apiece. How can you lose?"

No one said a word. Didn't anyone have a picture of my wife? That would just be my luck.

Slowly George (remember him?) brought his hand up. "I've got one", he said. "But it's in my camera."

I pulled out a flash memory card and said, "Load it right in there, buddy".

He did so. I reached into my coat and pulled out three crisp hundred dollar bills and said, "We have a winner!"

Suddenly eleven other hands went up and I was up to my ears in pictures of my wife in the arms of other men. Cool! I came prepared. What is twelve times three hundred? Sounds like thirty-six hundred dollars to me. That's exactly what I had on me. That's me: the eternal optimist. Swear to God, twelve men walked out of that meeting happy. 

Oh, why did everyone score with only eleven wives? The wife of asshole number two was so hideous that no one went after her. If any of them had a brain as big as his balls he would have recognized the obvious and gone for her first. He would have gotten the thirteen hundred bucks (well twelve if you get pissy about it) as well as my three hundred. 

And why did only twelve men walk out of the meeting happy? Because the thirteenth man stayed there waiting for the bar to open.

Me.

A Victory Party

Within only a few minutes the bartender had miraculously appeared, took one look and pulled out a bottle of Victory V-12, the ambrosia of American bottled ales. I was sucking on the bottle and slowly paging through my picture stash of Susie in flagrante delicto, as they say. It was a beautiful thing. 

Randy Williams saw me sitting at the bar and came on over. I gave him a big smile and the Obama fist bump. "Want a Victory?" I asked. Randy nodded. I signaled mine host, who brought over two more bottles of V-12. 

"So, how'd it go" Randy asked?

"I love it when a plan comes together. When we first started talking about this a couple of months ago, I was sure it was going to be dead in the water. How could these assholes fall for something this stupid? Randy, my boy. You are my hero. How you convinced these jerks that my wife might be available without it looking like a setup is beyond my powers of understanding. This contest idea was brilliant in its idiocy. Only an asshole could fall for it."

"Drew, you just have to know your mark. I've told you that time and again. These guys were putty in our hands. It's Susie that surprised me. I can't believe she fucked twelve different guys in one month."




The Contest



"I saw it coming a mile away. She's been restless for months. I've suspected for a while that she was a serial cheater. But she certainly exceeded expectations. What a slut! Twelve men in a month, and none of them were me, I'll have you know. I refuse to push my pecker into a pussy when I don't know where it's been."

"The pussy or the pecker?"

"Funny. So now I've got it: all the evidence I'll need for a slam-dunk divorce. And she'll be the one who is raped in the settlement. If I had hired a Private Dick, he might have cost me upwards of ten grand, and he could never have come up with as incriminating evidence as this. Those thirty-six hundred dollars was money well spent. And It will probably save me half a million bucks."

"Come on, Drew. Are you telling me you didn't tap even one of those sexy women who were falling all over themselves to have you? If Susie finds out that you did it too, she may still come out on top."

"Nope. I will prevail because my heart is pure. And because I think with my big head when money is involved. Boy it feels good."

"So about the contest, Drew".

"What about the contest?"

"Who won?"

My chest puffed up a bit. No trophy on the mantle. No bragging rights at the club. But then I thought of all that beautiful money that was staying home with daddy.

"I did."



The Contest



I met Rick several years ago, as the friend of a friend. At first I found him mildly attractive, but that quickly changed as I discovered his personality. Rick was a cocky, overconfident bastard, who seemed to take delight in showing off how much cooler he was than everyone else. It might have been more tolerable if not for the fact that he seemed to love making me feel like a child by comparison.

I remember the first time that we hung out. Despite the fact that we had just met, he took it upon himself to describe his recent sex life in extremely graphic detail. I'm not a prude or anything, but he was still basically a stranger at that point and I really didn't want to hear it. Rather than accept that I was offended, though, he acted as if I just didn't understand. From that point on, whenever he used a slang term for anything sexual he'd explain to me what that term meant, usually in the most patronizing voice he could muster.

I'd like to say that we kept it civil, but that would be a lie. The truth is that I did my best to keep it civil, and he did his best to antagonize me. It was as if he was trying to push me to the point where I'd lash out and make a scene, which I did not want to do.

As the years passed, I found myself avoiding situations where I knew that I'd have to be around him. It really bothered me, as I felt myself drifting away from my friends, which seemed completely unfair. I didn't see why I had to be lonely just because he couldn't manage to act like a decent human being. I think this sense of injustice was a big factor in why I said yes when Kate invited me to her place to hang out.

I knew that Rick would be there. He was close friends with Kate's boyfriend Jack; he probably spent more time at their place than at his own. Still, I went way back with Kate, having been her friend since grade school. I was no longer willing to sacrifice our friendship because Rick couldn't stop himself from being a douchebag. As I headed over there I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't take his shit tonight; that for once I would stand up for myself.

I got to Kate's apartment around 8:00. Rick was already there, watching TV with Kate's boyfriend Jack in the living room. Politely, I greeted Jack. Less politely, I ignored Rick and took a seat.

"We haven't seen each other in months, and you can't bring yourself to say 'hi'?" Rick laughed. "You're going to hurt my feelings."

I thought about saying something rude, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting me angry. Instead I just shot him a cold, emotionless smile, hoping to convey that I realized he was here but didn't care. He laughed back, as if to convey that he didn't care either.

"You two play nice," Kate requested, putting on her coat. "Jack and I are going to pick up the pizza; we'll be back in 20 minutes."

"Uhm, what?" I squeaked. I didn't want Kate to leave me alone with Rick, but didn't want to admit it in front of him. It wasn't that I was afraid of hurting his feelings, but rather that I suspected he'd be proud of knowing that he had the power to make me feel uncomfortable.

"It's this new place over in Glenside," she explained. "Their pizza is awesome, but they don't deliver this far. Don't worry, we'll come straight back."

Before I could formulate a strategy to make her stay, they were out the door and I was stuck in the apartment with Captain Douche. He glanced over at me and shot me a cold smile, mimicking the one I had shot him earlier. I wanted to disappear for 20 minutes, but couldn't think of an excuse.

"I'm surprised you made it," he taunted. "I thought for sure you'd be having a tea party with your favorite dolls or something."

"You know what, Rick?" I snapped. "Fuck you. I'm not some sheltered little school girl you can push around. Just because I understand the concept of discretion does not mean that I'm a fucking child. This might shock and amaze you, but normal people don't go around describing the disgusting things they do in the bedroom to strangers."

"Right, that's what it is," he laughed sarcastically. "You're totally experienced, you're just modest. Tell me, little girl, have you actually deluded yourself into believing that or are you just comfortable lying?"

"It's not a lie!" I protested. "Just because I'm not some whore like the women you date doesn't mean that I need everything explained to me as if I were ten years old."

"Comparing yourself to the women that I date?" he asked. "Is that what this is? Are you just a little bit jealous?"

"Fuck you, you couldn't pay me enough to date you!" I spat.

"Fine by me, you're not my type anyway," he laughed back. "I don't date virgins."

"I'm not a virgin!" I cried.

"Hey, whatever," he answered nonchalantly. "Honestly, it doesn't really matter. You're too fragile, I'd just end up breaking you, and then I'd feel bad."

"I call bullshit on that," I retorted. "Judging from the things you claim to do to the women you date, I'm guessing you're used to passive little children that don't fight back. You couldn't handle an adult woman like me; I'd crush your puny little ego."

"Be careful there, little girl," he warned. "You're not fooling anyone, and you're damned sure not intimidating me. We both know that I'd destroy you, claiming otherwise could very easily bite you in the ass."

I knew he was right. As much as I wanted to play the part of the strong, independent woman, it wasn't who I was. I might not have been the sheltered little girl that he liked to portray me as, but it was probably closer to the truth than I was comfortable admitting. Still, I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of admitting that he was right.

"You don't scare me, you piece of shit," I hissed.

"That's nice," he mocked. "But hey, since you're so unafraid, why not prove it?"

"Fuck you, I don't have to prove anything to you," I spat.

"Wow, I had no idea you were so scared. I mean, I expected you to bitch out at some point, but to run away before you even hear the details? Man, I had no idea I was that intimidating."

"I'm not scared," I insisted, trying to sound as cold as possible. "I just don't have any interest in proving myself to a piece of shit like you. If it makes you feel any better, go ahead and tell me your details. I really don't care either way."

"Of course you don't," he answered dryly. "I'm sure I have no influence on your life at all. Still, I'm bored, so here's what I propose: A simple contest, lasting until one of us admits defeat. If I give in first, then I'll admit that you're a better, stronger person than me, and never forget my place around you again. If you give in first, you'll do likewise."

"Here's what you get," he continued. "I'll consent to anything that you can force upon me. I won't call the police, I won't seek retribution, and if any third party steps in to object I'll defend you, claiming that I specifically asked you to do whatever it is that they object to."

"In your dreams, you fucking pervert," I laughed.

"I can't believe that I'm saying this to you of all people, but get your mind out of the gutter. I'm not talking sex, I'm talking anything. You can beat the shit out of me in front of Kate and Jack, and if I can't force you to stop I'll have to tell them that I asked you to do it. You'd finally be able to get your revenge on me for all those times I made you feel like a child, and I'd be the one that looks like a sick freak who enjoys it."

"What's the catch?" I demanded.

"I don't know that 'catch' is the appropriate word," he explained. "But if it is, the catch is that the contest is fair. I consent to anything you can force on me, you consent to anything I can force on you. The same rules apply both ways."

"Bullshit," I replied. "You're twice my size, that's hardly fair."

"I suppose you are pretty weak compared to me," he sighed. "Truth be told, I wasn't planning on using physical force offensively, but if it makes you feel any better I'll take it off the table. You'll be able to physically assault me, but I won't be able to physically assault you. All I need is for you to admit that you're so weak that you need an advantage to keep it interesting."

"There is no way in hell that I'm admitting that," I growled.

"Wonderful, then we have an agreement. The contest lasts until one of taps out. Obviously, asking for help, explaining the arrangement to anyone else, et cetera, are all against the rules. You may begin whenever you're ready."

I panicked a little, worried that I was in way over my head. I thought about pointing out that I had never agreed to anything, but I knew that he'd take that as evidence that I was afraid and I couldn't give him that satisfaction. Besides, the desire to get in just one solid shot was overwhelming, regardless of the cost.

Walking over to him, I took a stand less than a foot away from where we has sitting. As I balled my hand into a fist he looked up, a shit-eating grin on his face. Focusing the hatred that I had built up over all the years that I had known him, I closed my eyes and punched him as hard as I could in the face.

The pain was incredible. I had never thrown a punch before, and I think I may have actually managed to break a finger or two. Still, it would be worth it if the pain I inflicted on him was even half of the pain that I inflicted on myself. Opening my eyes, I hoped to see him sprawled out on the floor, clutching his face in pain.

To my horror, he was not on the floor. He was sitting exactly where he was before, the same fucking smile on his face. I could see that the area where I connected was turning red, but he didn't seem to indicate even the slightest pain.

"Hey, while you're up, can you check the windows?" he asked. "I think I felt a gentle breeze on my face a second ago."

"Fuck you!" I shouted, lunging at him. Ignoring the pain I tried to wrap my hands around his neck and choke him. Unfortunately, his neck was thicker than I had anticipated, and I was unable to reach all the way around.

"You know, I didn't expect a challenge or anything, but this is just sad," he sighed, sounding more bored than anything else.

Without showing any sign of exertion, he casually grabbed each of my wrists and pulled them down away from his throat. I tried to struggle, of course, but he was too strong for me. Giving up on choking him, I tried to get away, but he wasn't letting go. He spun me around and sat me on his lap, and then just held me there, not even acknowledging my attempts to free myself.

"Let me go you bastard!" I shouted.

"I'd be happy to, just as soon as you admit defeat," he calmly answered. "I knew that you would eventually, but to be honest, I'm amazed that you gave in so quickly. I guess you were more of a frightened little girl than even I had realized."

"Fuck you, I'm not admitting a goddamned thing," I hissed.

"Fair enough, but now I'm concerned," he laughed. "You've gotten yourself all worked up, and I don't want to see you hurt yourself. I think you need a time out. Sit here quietly, and when I feel you've calmed down enough I'll let you go."

"I swear to god, I'm going to tear your fucking throat out," I promised.

"I'm sure you will, but not until your time out is over. Incidentally, your time out does not start until you sit quietly like a good girl. Each time you speak, each time you struggle, you're just prolonging it."

"Fuck you and fuck your time out!" I screamed. For the next several minutes I did everything I could to escape -- I struggled, I kicked, I tried to bite him, but nothing seemed to work. Not only was I unable to free myself, I wasn't even able to elicit a reaction from him. No matter what I did, he just calmly sat there, holding me in place while watching the television.

"I can keep this up all night," he sighed. "And honestly, I don't mind. However, you might want to consider something. This time out isn't going to end just because Jack and Kate returned home. If you still haven't learned to behave yourself by that time, you'll be explaining to them how you actually wanted to sit on my lap."

As much as I hated the idea of submitting to his time out, the idea of telling Kate that I was sitting on his lap voluntarily made me sick to my stomach. Between that and the growing realization that I had virtually no chance of squirming my way free, I gave up and ceased my struggles. I hated it, but I had no choice.

The next several minutes were tremendously awkward. Rick didn't say anything; he simply sat still and watched television. As I relaxed my body, he loosened his grip a little, but not enough that I felt confident trying to escape again. I wanted to ask him to release me, but didn't know how to pull it off. I was afraid that by asking I would sound too submissive, and that he might extend the time out just for the crime of speaking.

Eventually, we both heard the sound of Kate and Jack's voices outside the building. Panicking a little, I looked at him and tried to beg him with my eyes to release me. He looked back with mock warmth and laughed a little.

"Have you learned your lesson, little girl?" he asked, patronizingly.

"Yes," I growled through clenched teeth. "Please release me now."

"With that tone?" he laughed. "If you had asked nicely, I would have, but I think you still haven't learned your lesson. Still, I don't want to embarrass you in front of our friends, so I'll take care of this correction quickly."

Again tightening his grip on my wrists, he flipped me over so that I was bent over his knee. Instinctively I looked up to see him raising his hand into the air. Before I could say anything, he brought it down hard against my ass.

I yelped in pain, but he ignored it and spanked me again. It was humiliating and surprisingly painful; he wasn't play-slapping, he was hitting hard. As he continued to spank me I thought about giving up, but couldn't bring myself to do so.

After several seconds of the abuse, he stopped and released me without saying a word. I jumped back away from him, and braced myself to attack him. Once again, rather than defending himself he just sat there, looking bored.

"You're free to do as you please, but think about this" he explained. "In a few moments, Jack and Kate will be home. If you act up again, you'll be in the awkward position of explaining to them that you really just wanted to sit quietly on my lap like a good girl."

He was right, and I knew it. Choking back my pride, I took a seat on the couch. The damage done by his spanking made it incredibly uncomfortable, but I forced back the tears and did my best to ignore the pain.

Kate and Jack entered their apartment, bringing two pizzas and a case of beer with them. In a way, it was comforting to see them as I thought Rick would be less likely to try something with them present. At the same time, I was worried that if he did try something and succeed, I'd have to pretend that I wanted him to. Not wanting to think about it, I helped myself to a beer.

"Well, I'm glad you two managed to not murder each other while we were gone," joked Kate.

"You worry too much," Rick laughed. "Hell, just a minute ago she was sitting calmly on my lap."

"Yeah, like anyone's going to believe that," I interrupted. I didn't have a ton of advantages over him, but I definitely had more credibility. I hoped that the fact that they would believe me over him would hurt him in some way, but he seemed unfazed.

"Whatever, I'm just glad you two can be civil to each other," Kate explained. "You're both our friends, and we don't want to lose either of you."

Kate's words touched me. As angry as I was at Rick, I remembered that she was still my friend, and it wasn't fair to her to suck her into our fight. I resolved to try to ignore Rick for the rest of the night and hope that he would have the common decency to do the same.

The next few hours weren't too bad. I don't know if it was Kate's words or something else, but Rick actually managed to behave halfway decently. We sat around, watched a movie, and drank. I drank a bit more than I normally would; I think mostly as a way to deal with the stress I was feeling.

After several beers, I was beginning to think that the whole thing was silly. Rick was apparently capable of being a nice enough guy, and I was starting to wonder if we had possibly just gotten off on the wrong foot and never recovered. I was seriously considering apologizing to him and asking if we could get a fresh start on our relationship when he took it upon himself to remind me why I hate him.

"So," he announced. "While you guys were grabbing the pizza, Sara shared a secret with me. It turns out that our good friend has never been fucked in her ass. I know it's not too shocking, but I thought you guys should know."

"You're fucking lying," I hissed. I couldn't believe that I had entertained the thought of making up with him.

"I'm sorry, Sara, are you telling us that you have been fucked in the ass? When did this happen? Did you enjoy it?"

"Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit," I shot back at him. "I mean that you're lying about me telling you that. I didn't tell you a fucking thing."

"Be that as it may," he continued, "you're not answering the question. Perhaps you don't understand it. You see, Sara, when a daddy loves a mommy very much and he wants to show her how much he loves her, he sometimes puts his penis in her vagina. And sometimes, when he doesn't love her quite as much and wants to show her that, he puts it in her asshole instead. Understand?"

I don't know if he had just finally pushed me too far or if the alcohol had inspired courage in me that I never knew existed, but I was sick of it. Normally in a situation like this I would quietly shrink away and wait for him to move on, but that was no longer an acceptable solution. I knew what I had to do. I would beat him to a pulp, make him tearfully apologize for his accusation, and then force him to tell Kate and Jack how he had begged me to deliver the beating. For once, he'd get what he deserved.

Gathering my strength I rose to my feet and approached him. Thinking about my strategy, I decided that this time I'd aim for his throat. I'd have to use my left hand this time, as my right still hurt like hell, but his throat would be softer and would likely hurt him worse. Looking him dead in the eyes, I focused my hate as he returned my stare with the same idiot smile he had worn before.

Fantasizing about my victory, I drew my hand back. This time I didn't even get to throw the punch; before I could bring it crashing into him I felt his hand wrap around my right wrist. With a single movement he pulled me down, once again bending me over his knee. Twisting back, he pinned my wrist into my back, holding me helpless in place.

"Dude, taking it too far," Jack interjected.

"Relax," Rick explained. "Maybe it's her emotional immaturity, but I think we often forget that our Sara here is a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions. She just wants a more concise explanation of anal sex, and very much wants to be on my lap right now. Isn't that right, little girl?"

"It is," I hissed. It wasn't, of course, but there was no way that I was going to let him win.

"And you're sure you don't want help, right?" he continued, rubbing it in.

"I am," I admitted. "Please do not help me. This is what I want."

"Good girl," he laughed. "Now, to clarify. As I said, when a man loves a woman, he fucks her in the cunt."

Without warning, Rick slid his hand down the back of my pants and into my panties. I clenched my thighs shut, but it was no use -- he forced his hand between them with ease. Horrified, I felt his fingers force their way into my vagina.

"You see, Sara, this is your cunt. You might be wondering why it's so damp. Don't worry, you didn't just piss yourself! When a woman is with a man whom she is hoping will fuck her, her cunt gets nice and wet to lube itself up so that he can fuck her."




The Contest



Humiliated, I went limp. He removed his fingers, then pulled his entire hand out of my pants and held it up in the air. Seeing his fingers glisten in the light with my juices I felt a deeper sense of shame than I had ever felt before.

"And you thought she didn't want this," he laughed. "Look how wet this bitch is!"

I looked to Kate, hoping that she'd see through the charade and help me. As our eyes met, though, I saw no sympathy -- only disgust. Mortified, I buried my head next to his leg, hoping this would end soon.

Rick again slipped his hand into my panties. Instinctively, I parted my thighs slightly to allow him back in, without even thinking about it. Remembering what was happening I clamped my thighs shut again, hoping he didn't notice. It didn't matter, though, as he clearly wasn't planning to repeat himself. To my horror I felt his finger poking between my butt cheeks. Looking up at him, I pleaded.

"Rick, please don't do this," I begged, keeping my voice low enough that Kate and Jack wouldn't hear. "I know we've had our differences, but this is crossing the line. Please just let me go?"

"Sure thing," he answered, mirroring my volume. "All you have to do is admit that you're weaker than me in every way, that you can't possibly stand against me, and that you are utterly defeated. Do that, and I'll remove my hand, release you, and we can both go on with our lives."

"Frankly, I'd prefer to be dead," I sneered. I knew that I'd regret it, but I refused to let him win. "Do your worst, you fucking faggot."

"You got it," he laughed, pushing a finger into my anus. The physical pain was surprisingly minimal, but the humiliation was intense. As he wormed it deeper into me I was excruciatingly aware of the fact that my good friend Kate and her boyfriend were witnessing every moment of my degradation. Again I considered surrendering, but decided against it. I rationalized that if I could withstand this indignity, I could withstand anything -- eventually he'd run out of shit to pull and I'd be free to retaliate.

"Back to our lesson, little girl," he continued, apparently oblivious to my inner turmoil. "Now, women love being fucked in the cunt, but sometimes they haven't really earned that. For that special situation, nature gives us a second choice -- the asshole. It's not a perfect solution, of course. Some women, mostly the exceptionally slutty ones, actually love getting fucked in the ass, too. Still, we manage."

"Dude, are you actually in her ass?" Jack asked, sounding more surprised than anything.

"Why don't you answer that question, Sara?" Rick suggested. "Am I in your ass? How many fingers? Most importantly, though, am I doing this against your will or do you actually want this?"

"God damn it so fucking much," I sighed under my breath. I absolutely did not want to answer his questions, but I couldn't let him win. Realizing that he was only doing this to humiliate me, I resolved to show no shame, hoping that he would give up once he saw that it wasn't working.

"He has one finger in my ass," I announced. "And yes, that's how I want it. I like it because it's much thicker than his tiny little cock."

I had hoped my verbal jab would somehow level the playing field, but it had failed to do so. Jack seemed to find the whole situation confusing yet funny, Kate looked disgusted with me. Rick, however, seemed to actually enjoy the joke.

"I had no idea you were such a size queen," he laughed. "And now I feel bad; one finger can't be enough to satisfy you. Allow me to make up for it."

Rick forced a second finger into my asshole. This time, the pain was more noticeable. I grunted in discomfort.

"Dude, you're sure you're not hurting her?" Jack asked.

"It's just a couple fingers, I'm sure she'll live," Rick answered, sounding irritated that he would have to explain himself. "Though, I guess you have no way of knowing it, what with her pants blocking your view. Let's fix that."

Removing his hand from my pants, he slid it under me. With fluid motion, he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the pants, and slid the zipper down; all while keeping me restrained with his other hand. I tried to struggle, but he was entirely too strong.

"Okay, you're taking this way too far," Kate interrupted. "Stop it. Now."

"You guys really need to stop treating Sara like a baby," he argued, chuckling at the irony of his statement. "She's an adult woman, and she'll let you know if she wants me to stop."

"Yeah, babe," Jack agreed, his tone implying that he was enjoying my humiliation more than he should have. "Let's relax a bit. If Sara asks him to stop we'll make him stop, but otherwise, I really don't think we should interfere."

Kate glared at me, as if to demand that I call an end to it all. I wanted to explain the situation to her, to let her know that I really did want it to stop but I couldn't without letting Rick win. As my pants and panties slid off, her expression changed to outright disgust. I felt terrible for putting her in such an awkward position, but I had no way to fix it.

With my pants down around my ankles, Rick had a much easier time getting his fingers back inside me. It didn't hurt quite as much, but the pain was still there. While Jack watched on, Rick leaned down and positioned his mouth next to my ear.

"This may hurt you more than you can handle if we don't lube you up, you know," he whispered into my ear.

"Then lube me up, moron," I hissed back, keeping my voice low.

"I'd be happy to," he answered, "but unfortunately I don't actually carry lube with me at all times. I'd ask them for some lubrication or something, but you know how I am -- I wouldn't want to make a scene."

"Gee, guess you didn't think your clever plan all the way through, dumbass," I spat. "Now let me the fuck go."

"I think you misunderstand me," he sighed. "I'm not saying I won't go any further without lubrication, I'm just letting you know that it's going to hurt like hell if I do. Either way, I'm not stopping until you admit defeat. I'm not completely without mercy, though. If you ask our good friends for something to lube you up, I'd be willing to apply it."

"You must be joking," I sneered back at him.

"Have it your way," he laughed, forcing his fingers deep into me. I cried out as the pain coursed through me. I knew that he wasn't going to stop until I surrendered, and I knew that if he continued I'd be unable to handle the pain. I had no choice. Choking back tears of humiliation and pain, I looked up at Kate.

"Kate, can I borrow some lotion or something?" I asked, trying to mask the shame in my voice.

"Sara, you can't be serious!" she exclaimed. "You need to stop this right now. You can't possibly want this!"

"I think it's entirely possible that she wants this," Rick interrupted. "But let's find out for sure. Sara, are you enjoying this? Would you like me to continue?"

"Yes, Rick," I growled, glaring at him with perfect hatred. "I am enjoying this very much."

"See honey, she's cool with it and we should be too," Jack contributed. "I've got some hand lotion in the bedroom, I'll grab it."

"Thanks, Jack," I sighed. I was quickly beginning to hate him as much as Rick.

Jack quickly returned with his lotion and handed it to Rick. Not wasting time, Rick squirted a generous amount directly onto my asshole and began to work it in. I jerked back a little as the cold fluid made contact with my skin, but then began to relax. In a perverse way, the lotion was actually very soothing on my sore flesh.

After spending several seconds rubbing the lotion in, Rick began rhythmically pumping his fingers in and out of my ass; slowly at first but with gathering speed. It's strange, but for the first time I began to view his actions as sexual in nature -- up until that point it felt like simple physical humiliation. I wanted so badly to make him stop, but I was powerless to escape. Worse yet, my body was beginning to respond in a way that I wasn't entirely comfortable with.

"You've had your fun," I whispered to him, trying my best to sound bored. "You've proven that you can overpower me. Congratulations. Now let me go, you're just going to get bored with this anyway."

"I agree," he whispered back. "In fact, I think I'm bored with fucking your ass with just two fingers already."

Removing his fingers, he squirted more lotion onto my ass. With no further warning he forced three fingers back into me. I grunted in pain, feeling my asshole stretching to its limits in order to accommodate him. Again, though, he ignored my pain and began pumping the fingers in and out.

As he continued his assault, I forced myself to remain silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was hurting me. At first it was difficult, but as time passed my body began to relax and the pain faded away. To my disgust, though, it was replaced with a feeling of bizarre pleasure.

Before that night, I had never experimented with anal sex in any way -- nor had I wanted to. I considered it to be filthy, degrading, and disrespectful; definitely not something that I wanted to try. The problem was that while I still felt it was disgusting, I couldn't deny that I was also enjoying it on a level that I didn't think was at all appropriate. The fact that the pleasure was coming from a man whom I deeply resented wasn't making it any easier for me to accept.

"Why does it seem like you're trying not to moan?" he whispered into my ear. "You're not enjoying this, are you?"

"Keep dreaming, faggot," I hissed back.

"Ah, I forgot about the whole size queen thing," he laughed. "You couldn't possibly enjoy something as small as just three fingers. Let's try four."

"Rick, please no," I cried, trying to keep my voice quiet enough so that only he could hear it while loud enough to convey my distress. "I can't take four. I can barely take three. Please don't."

"Well, I don't want to be a monster," he whispered back. "Maybe we should try something smaller, instead. Possibly something that's even smaller than one of my fingers, if you get my meaning..."

"Oh god, please no," I whimpered. "Look, I meant that as a joke, and I'm sorry. I know you're bigger than a finger. Forgive me?"

"Don't be sorry," he comforted. "It was a joke, and a funny one at that. But the thing is, the joke isn't done yet; in fact it's just getting started. Think of how hilarious it's going to be getting fucked hard in the ass while having to pretend that I'm too small to notice!"

"Jesus Christ, Rick, you can't do that!" I cried. "Look, I take it all back, but you can't sodomize me in front of my friends. Please don't do this, Rick, please? I'm fucking begging you!"

"Actually, I'm thinking that I won't -- you will. I'll let you go, you'll skewer yourself on my cock."

"I'd never do that, you fucking pervert," I said, doing my best to sound defiant.

"I think you will, actually," he answered calmly. "But I don't mind if you don't. If you refuse, or try to run, or even if you just move too slowly I'll simply pin you down and fuck you hard. Now, you might be worried that that would hurt, but relax. I promise it won't hurt me at all."

"Come on, Rick, you've proven that you can do this, now just let me go," I tearfully begged. "I'm a virgin back there, I don't think I can handle it -- especially not with an audience. Please pick something else? I'll do anything, Rick, I'll suck your fucking cock, just please don't fuck me in the ass? Please let me go?"

"I'd be happy to," he responded. "All you have to do is surrender and admit that you're infinitely weaker than me. I'll let you go, you'll never get your chance for revenge, but hey -- at least you won't look like a whore in front of your friends. I mean, they'll still have seen you getting your asshole fingered right in front of them, so I guess they'll still think of you as a whore, but you know."

His words rang true. The damage was already done; there was no way that Kate would ever see me the same way again. I tried to push the humiliation out of my mind and focus on the idea that as long I didn't give up, I could get my revenge on him later.

"Fine," I hissed. "But don't think I'm going to forget this. I will pay you back."

"Whatever, bitch," he laughed, releasing his grip.

I rose to my feet. Briefly considering running for it, I kicked my pants off just in case, figuring I'd have a better chance without them hanging around my ankles. Realizing that he probably wouldn't hesitate to pin me down and make it hurt, I decided to accept my fate. Turning around so that I was facing him I straddled his lap. To my surprise, he pushed me off.

"I want you facing away from me, so they can get a better view," he explained. "We wouldn't want them getting bored, now would we?"

"Fine," I grumbled. I was already in this deep, I couldn't see anything else making the experience any more humiliating.

Turning away from him, I moved my feet apart and slowly began to sit down. Making the mistake of looking up, I noticed the expression on Kate and Jack's faces. Kate looked utterly repulsed by my actions, Jack looked entirely too interested -- neither of their facial expressions were exactly comforting.

Reaching between my legs I grabbed his shaft. Unfortunately, it was not in fact as small as his finger. Bracing myself for pain, I positioned it at my opening and slowly lowered myself down onto him.

As the head slid in, the pain was nearly unbearable. Reflexively, I tried to stand back up, but Rick grabbed me by the hips and would not let me. Though he didn't force me down, he refused to let me back up. With no other choices, I pushed through the pain and lowered myself, impaling myself on his cock.

"I hope that you appreciate how merciful I'm being, bitch," he growled. "I really ought to just slam you down hard; you're moving entirely too slow. I suggest you fix that before my patience runs out and I make this hurt."

Worried that he would make good on his threat, I clenched my jaw and forced myself down. The pain was incredible, but I knew that he could make it worse. Powering through it the pain, I eventually made it all the way down. In a screwed up way, I was kind of proud of the achievement.

"I hope you don't think you're done," he warned. "I didn't tell you to get my dick in you and just sit there, I told you to fuck it."

"Rick, please cut me some slack," I pleaded. "It hurts a lot, just give me a moment to regain my composure? I've already humiliated myself in front of Kate and Jack, isn't that enough?"

With a hard slap to my ass he conveyed that it was not, in fact, enough. Remembering that I had persevered through everything he had thrown at me so far, I rose up a bit and brought myself down -- slowly, but not without pain. Again, I attempted to rest, and again he brought that rest to an end with a slap to my ass. Repeating my earlier motion, I noticed that while it still hurt, the pain wasn't quite as substantial. Not resting this time, I worked into a rhythmic motion, degrading myself for his sick enjoyment.

As I continued slowly bouncing on his cock, the pain again began to fade into pleasure. I began to increase my speed, fucking him harder and harder with each thrust. He seemed to appreciate that; instead of punishing me with another slap to the ass he reached around me and found my clit with his fingers. Applying pressure he rubbed my clit with more skill than I anticipated he would have. Between the stimulation to my clit and the surprisingly enjoyable anal sex, a grim realization dawned on me: if he kept this up, I would almost certainly cum.

"You're not trying to repress your moans again, are you?" he chuckled. "Seems rather pointless, I don't think you're in any danger of being viewed as chaste in the near future."

"Fuck you," I replied. I wanted my voice to sound menacing, but failed miserably. I didn't sound intimidating in the slightest; in fact, I sounded somewhere between lustful and pathetic. This was not helping my case.

"Hey, fair enough," he offered. "You don't have to moan if you don't want to. In fact, please don't moan -- awkward silence can only help delay my orgasm, and I'd like this to last as long as possible."

His reasoning was flimsy, but it was becoming impossible to pretend that I wasn't enjoying his violation. Willing to take whatever excuse I could find, I told myself that I had to do this in order to get it over with and began moaning loudly. Kate cleared her throat to remind me that they were still there, but I didn't care anymore. It was strange; though I had desperately wanted her to put an end to all this earlier, at that moment I just wanted her to shut up and keep out of it.

Rewarding my obedience, Rick intensified his assault on my clit. Overwhelmed by the stimulation, I felt an orgasm building quickly. I considered trying to hold off, but it seemed futile. Ignoring any sense of shame or decency, I let it happen.

To say it was intense would be an understatement -- it was easily the most powerful orgasm of my life. Arching my back and forcing my head next to his, I pushed down hard. He never stopped rubbing my clit, which only drew the orgasm out longer. No longer interested in appearing reluctant, I loudly announced to everyone that I was cumming hard, crying out in pleasure.

As my orgasm eventually subsided, I found myself coming back down to Earth. Suddenly I was painfully aware of Kate's disgust, Jack's perverse voyeurism, and of course, Rick's crude laughter. Overtaken by humiliation and shame, I lowered my head into my hands.

Rick, however, didn't seem interested in showing me any mercy. Pushing me up and forward, I tumbled onto the floor, landing on my hands and knees. Before I could rise up to my feet Rick was on top of me, grabbing my hair and pinning me down. As I felt the tip of his cock rubbing up against my asshole, I braced myself for what I knew was about to happen. Without a shadow of gentleness, he thrust forward, again impaling me.

"Fuck that slut!" Jack cheered. "Give it to her hard!"

Jack's words brought out strange feelings in me. As humiliating as it was to have a friend call me a slut and demand my abuse, the idea of being referred to as a slut was turning me on. I secretly hoped that he would continue cheering Rick on.

"Jack, what the fuck?" demanded Kate.

"Kate, you need to just chill the fuck out already," Rick snapped. "Accept it, your friend Sara is a filthy fucking whore who loves being fucked in the ass while people watch. I'm not claiming she isn't disgusting, I'm not saying that you shouldn't be repulsed by her vile actions, but at this point I think you just need to accept reality. She fucking loves this, and your boyfriend seems to be enjoying it too. If you can't participate, then you can at least shut the fuck up and stop trying to fuck up everyone else's fun."

My emotions were all over the place. A part of me wanted to stick up for my friend out of principle, but I just couldn't bring myself to do so. As much as I liked Kate and hated Rick, I agreed with him. I didn't like the fact that what he was saying was true, but I couldn't deny that it was. Mostly, though, I just wanted her to shut up and let me enjoy my abuse.

"So Sara, how long have you been such a whore?" Jack asked cautiously, seemingly testing if Kate would object.

I pretended not to hear the question. I wanted to give Kate a chance to react, mostly just to see if she would. To my surprise, she held her tongue. I knew that I'd pay for it later, but I was okay with that.

"He asked you a question, bitch," Rick growled, slapping my ass again.

"I'm not a whore!" I protested, trying my best to sound innocent and failing miserably.

"You've got to be kidding," Rick laughed. "You're getting hate-fucked in the ass by a man you claim to despise while your friends watch. You just very visibly came in front of an audience. 'I'm not a whore' might be a bit of a stretch."




The Contest



"Fucking right, buddy," Jack agreed. "Honestly Sara, I really think you may be the biggest fucking slut that I've ever met. I wish I knew about this years ago; I wouldn't have minded fucking you in the ass before I got together with Kate."

I hated that he said that. Though his filthy words turned me on, I knew that this was going to only make Kate madder at me. I looked up at her and tried to apologize with my eyes, but her look of pure contempt made it clear that she wasn't interested.

"Yeah, that sucks, man," Rick sympathized. "Tell me, does Kate not let you fuck her in the ass?"

Kate had clearly had enough. She walked up to us, but instead of addressing Rick she knelt down in front of me. As Rick held my head in place, she looked me dead in the eye.

"I couldn't be any more disgusted with you," she hissed. "Thanks a lot for starting this. You're a real good friend."

"I'm sorry," I cried out between moans. It probably would have sounded better if I could have gotten the lust out of my voice, but that just wasn't possible.

"You fucking should be," she shouted, spitting in my face. Apparently feeling that just spitting wasn't enough of an indignity, she then slapped me hard across my cheek.

Her abuse pushed me over the edge; I felt myself cumming again. It was strange; though I wanted her to forgive me I wanted more for her to hit me again. Staring back into her rage filled eyes I tried to apologize, but was unable to do anything more than moan unintelligibly.

My orgasm seemed to push Rick into his. Gripping my hair tightly, he pushed my head down into the carpet, forcing me to break eye contact with Kate. As he thrust as deeply as he could into me, I could feel him flooding my insides with his warm cum. As his orgasm peaked he pulled my head back up by my hair, twisting it so that I was facing him, and spat in my face. For reasons that I cannot understand, it took every ounce of restraint I had to stop myself from thanking him.

After Rick climbed off me I collapsed onto the floor. Looking up, I saw what I suppose I expected to see. Jack was staring at me lustfully, his erection clearly evident in his pants. Kate was shaking her head in disgust. Rick, of course, was simply grinning to himself, as proud as ever of his conquest. I didn't care, though. I hadn't surrendered, and that meant that I would still have my chance for revenge.



The Contest



Cole didn't know if she was getting into having an audience or just getting into herself, but he felt he might cum just watching her get off. He had never been so turned on watching a woman get herself off before. Sure, it was erotic as hell anyway, but this was unlike any other experience. She was his boss, for crying out loud.

The old man turned to Cole. He leaned over and whispered. "Get pumping that meat. I want you to cum when she does. But I want you to get real close, right up next to her, so I can see her wearing your cum when you're done."

Cole smiled. He wouldn't get to fuck her right now, but it was almost as good. He had imagined spraying cum all over her more than a few times. He grabbed his cock and started jacking himself again. He hoped she was close, because he knew he was. Did he have a load for her! And all with the permission of her boss, so she would just have to live with it come Monday. This was going to be sweet. He stepped closer to Diane. She had her eyes closed, her body arched back a little bit, and was making a lot of noise. Her fingers were flying back and forth over her clit.

Cole could feel his balls getting ready to shoot his load. She was so wet, she was dripping all over the couch. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined fucking her, the ease with which his cock would slide all the way in, the wet sounds they would make as they humped at each other, the way he would pound her hot pussy until she begged for him to cum. He opened his eyes again and watched her finger herself. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Diane cried out loudly as she came. As soon as her spasms started Cole stopped holding back. His cock exploded a thick stream that landed in her hair and on the side of her face. The next shot went across her mouth and dripped onto her chest, and a third little bit went onto her legs. Groaning, he was sure it was the most satisfying orgasm of his life as his hand squeezed the last of his cum from his spasming cock.

The old man thanked both of them and told them to get dressed and go back to their rooms. He pointed out a small bathroom adjoining the library. They could enjoy anything his estate had to offer, but he was sure he would want to see each one of them again later. Then he left the two of them.

Diane did not say a word. Cole glanced at her a couple of times while he was putting his clothes on, but she would not look at him. She just gathered her things and headed for the bathroom. That was just fine with him. He didn't need her to tell him it was good, he already knew it was. He couldn't wait to find out what the old man would want from them later.

It was time for dinner already, and the old man still had not called Cole back to see him. He began to wonder if he had done something wrong that morning. No, he wouldn't second guess himself. He had done everything exactly as the old man had asked. Cole was walking toward the dining room when one of the many gray uniformed men met him and led him down a long hall. The old man wanted to see him, he was told. Finally a door was opened and he was told to go inside and wait. It was unlike anything Cole had ever seen. The door closed behind him as he walked in. He stood still for a moment and looked at the hooks and bolts and various devices around the large room. He was impressed. He had realized the old man was perverse, but this was wilder than he would have imagined the old man would come up with. Cole's mind flashed for a moment on a picture of Diane chained and at the mercy of his whims and desires. He felt his cock stir. Yes, he could see many opportunities in this room. 

The door opened behind him. Cole turned around and was surprised to see Trish come in with the old man. She smiled when she saw him, and turned to the old man and whispered something to him. He laughed, and pushed her toward Cole. She walked up and kissed him on the mouth. He was so surprised he was speechless as she pressed herself against him for a quick moment then pulled back laughing softly.

"Trish is special to me," the old man said as he smiled broadly. "I wanted to make sure she had a good time this weekend. You'll help her have a good time, won't you, Cole?"

"Yes, sir." Cole responded enthusiastically. He turned to Trish. "I'm here to please," he told her with a self assured smile. "You won't be disappointed." He sure wasn't disappointed at the way things were turning out. He had thought he and Diane might be paired up again, but this was even better. Every guy at the office had wanted to get a little piece of "the Dish" since she'd begun working for the old man a few years back, and none of them ever had. He felt himself hardening at the thought of finally discovering if she was a natural blonde. 

"Trish already knows my wishes," the old man said. "Do what she desires and you will be pleasing me."

"Take off your clothes," Trish told Cole as she removed her own. He couldn't believe it! Was it going to be this easy? He stared at her as her clothes dropped to the floor. The little patch of hair she didn't shave off was definitely blonde. And her tits were just as gorgeous out of her clothes as in them. Heavy but firm and nicely rounded, with big pink nipples that looked like they needed a good sucking. 

She sat on the bed in front of him and spread her legs wide. "Eat me." she said.

Cole's cock jumped to attention at that. He got down on his knees and began licking her. He ran his tongue straight up the middle of her sweet-smelling pussy and back down. He pushed his tongue firmly against her ass before sweeping his tongue back up her slit and then down again. Then he began flicking his tongue here and there over her entire cunt. He could taste her wetness, he wanted to make her cum. He began concentrating on her clit, every now and then running his tongue the length of her juicy cunt down to her ass hole and stimulating her there. Each time he reached her ass he would push his tongue a little further in than the last time. Trish would moan each time he made contact with that tight little hole. Cole reached up and slid a finger into her pussy and then another. He worked them in and out, spreading more of her slipperiness to her ass. Finally he pushed his thumb into her ass.

He worked his fingers and thumb in and out of her as he sucked gently on her clit and then licked at it. Over and over, a little sucking, a little licking. Trish was moaning loudly, her hips moving up and down with his rhythm. She cried out and grabbed his head, pulling him tightly to her as she came. Her hips bucked up and down so furiously he could hardly keep at her, her tight pussy clenching his fingers, her ass clutching at his thumb. He wanted to fuck her so badly!

Cole pulled away from Trish and stood up. His dick was so hard. He took his wet fingers and spread her juices over the head of his cock. He couldn't wait to fuck her and stepped up ready to do just that.

But Trish stood up. "Wait." she said. "You'll get to fuck me, but we're going to do something else first." She had Cole move over to the end of the bed. She knelt down and chained his ankles to the restraints bolted into the floor. Then she pulled out another set of restraints and strapped his arms to either corner of the bed. She attached straps around his thighs to his arms. He was secure, and could only move forward or backward. He had a feeling it would be enough.

Just then the door opened and closed behind him. Cole turned his head and saw Diane walk in wearing only a robe, which she quickly dropped to the floor. Trish greeted her with a warm hug and kiss. He had barely gotten over the surprise of being chained up, and now this! The two women obviously knew each other very well, the way their bodies were pressing together as they continued kissing.

Trish reached up and ran her fingers over Diane's nipples. Diane shivered in response, and smiled. Her own hands slid down Trish's back and over her smooth, slightly rounded butt. Cole wasn't sure what would happen now, but his cock stayed hard watching the two women fondle each other. Trish walked over and got something out of a drawer. Cole couldn't see because she had her back to him, but then she handed it to Diane. He was not surprised to see it was a strap on dildo. The two women then got up on the bed in front of him and resumed their passionate embraces. They kissed and played with each other's nipples, their hands occasionally wandering down to slide between each other's legs. Cole wanted so badly to join the two women but they remained out of reach. Then he watched as Trish slid down between Diane's legs and began to lick at her beautiful pussy. With long, slow strokes she wet her from her clit to her ass. Cole could feel his cock becoming even harder. He remembered Trish's promise that he would get to fuck her. He could feel a drop forming on the end of his cock. He was so aroused he hoped he would be able to fuck her as long as he wanted to. Right now he wanted to fuck her until she came again, then turn her over and fuck her beautiful ass until he exploded in that tight little hole. He would like to have long enough to fuck Diane too, but Trish had tasted so good, and he could still smell her on his face.

He could tell Diane was enjoying the feeling of Trish's tongue on her cunt. She was moaning, her hands moving up and down her spread legs, now and then burying her fingers in Trish's hair. Trish was absolutely absorbed in pleasing Diane. Her hands were up playing with Diane's nipples, rolling the rosy buds between her fingers, tighter and tighter as Diane began humping up and down against Trish's mouth. Trish swirled her tongue around and around Diane's raised clit, slipped it down inside her and fucked her with her tongue for a minute, then moved her tongue back up to tease at her clit some more. Diane's hands buried in Trish's hair again as she pulled against her and cried out, her whole body erupted in spasms. 

Cole was in awe as another drop oozed from the head of his swollen cock. He had never seen two women together like this. And that Diane just came with Trish's mouth on her! He wished he could be in there with Trish, lapping at the juices flowing from Diane. Trish turned and looked at him. "Oh, look Diane, I think he wants something," she said with a smile. "Think we should give him what he wants?"

"Not yet," Diane replied. "I want to do you first." She had gotten up and slid the straps of the dildo around her, and pulled Trish to the side of the bed. "Mmmmm...." she said as she positioned the head of the realistic looking dildo against Trish's already slippery hole. She looked at Cole. "Don't you wish this was you?" Then Trish pushed against her and Diane's cock slid part way in, then further in as Diane pushed back. Trish moaned and wrapped her legs around Diane as she thrust the device all the way inside and pulled most of the way back out. They began fucking each other as if they had done it many times before.

He watched Trish begin to finger herself as Diane pulled back and slammed into her wet hole over and over again. She was moaning loudly. Cole could tell by the look on her face and the way she met Diane's every stroke that she was really enjoying it. Faster and faster the women fucked each other, until they were both gasping and straining into each other. Trish cried out, "Oh, yes, Diane, that's it honey, oh yes, fuck me good I'm cumming....." she trailed off with a loud groan. Her hips began to buck up and down uncontrollably, her legs still locked around Diane. Diane just kept up her rhythm and Trish's orgasm peaked again. Finally her spasms subsided and she lay there smiling as Diane pulled out of her and sat down beside her. 

They kissed, deeply, Trish's hand sliding between Diane's legs to rub on her while they kissed. She pulled her hand away. Her fingers were slippery looking. She touched one of them to her tongue. "Mmmmmm" she said, looking at Cole once more. "Want some?"

"Yes..." he moaned. She put her fingers to his lips and let him suck them into his mouth. "Oh, god," he moaned again as she took her fingers and slid them between her own legs and into her own wetness. "I want to fuck you so bad..."

"I know." Trish smiled at him. "That's why you're going to fuck me right now." She crawled over in front of him and pressed her ass tightly up against him, his cock sliding between her ass cheeks. 

She rubbed up and down against hardness. "Mmmmm.... baby your dick is going to fill my pussy so good. You ready to fuck me now?"

Cole just groaned as the sensations of her slippery ass rubbing against his cock thrilled through his body. He pressed back against her eagerly. Trish pulled forward a little bit as Cole bent his knees. She thrust back against him as soon he was inside her, moaning eagerly as he hit deep inside her. He began thrusting his hips back and forth to meet her movements, feeling so good to be inside her at last.

He was just getting a good rhythm going when he sensed Diane standing close behind him. She pressed her whole length up against him. He could feel she still had the dildo strapped on as she wriggled it up to his ass. 

"What..." Cole began as he felt her pressing the dildo against him. "Hey!" Diane didn't stop. She pressed the well-lubed dildo against him until he felt it "pop" inside. " Oh, god!" he moaned out. "Oh..... fuck.... stop!" Diane just kept gently easing further and further inside him. There was nothing he could do to stop her. The way he was restrained he could only move forward or back, and he was already as far forward as he could get. She gave one final push and she had the dildo all the way inside him. "Oh, god, Diane, please stop!" Cole begged.

She responded by wrapping her hands around him and telling him, "Relax and enjoy the ride of your life, honey. Then Trish began to move again. She pushed him back into Diane and then moved forward as Diane pushed forward. The next time Diane pulled back a little bit more as Trish pushed him back. Then she pushed hard into him, making him move forward into Trish. The two women got going, and all he could do was just move with them. At first he thought Diane was going to push right through him with the thing, then he found that he could tolerate it, as long as her movements were small.

The two women were only getting started, though. They quickly began to move faster back and forth, Diane pulling further out each time and shoving the dildo back into Cole. "Ohhhh... shiiitttt," he groaned as she pulled almost all the way out and slammed her cock back deep inside him. Despite the feeling in his ass he couldn't deny how good it felt to have Trish fucking him. Her pussy squeezed his dick hard as she too slammed against him again and again. 

Cole groaned again, this time with pleasure as Diane and Trish kept fucking him, harder and faster. They both began to moan too as their feelings overtook them. "Yes!" Trish almost shouted. "That's it Diane, give it to him good and hard honey, just like he's giving it to me..." She trailed off and kept moaning, her fingers stroking her clit as he stroked her inside. 

Diane just moaned louder, her fingers reaching up to play with Cole's nipples while she fucked him. "C'mon, baby, you know it feels good. You know you want to cum...."

Finally it was just too much for Cole. Without warning his cock exploded inside Trish, his cum erupting with such force it spilled from her as she continued to writhe against him, her sweet hole spasming around him as she enjoyed her own orgasm. Diane cried out as she came hard from the dildo pressing back against her clit as she pounded him with it.

Cole's knees began to shake from the tremendous force of his orgasm. Trish reached down and unfastened his arm restraints so he could lean on the bed. As the two women moved away from him, he looked at them. He could not believe what he had just been through. And Diane had been right, it had been the ride of his life! He leaned heavily on the bed for a moment, not yet recovered. He heard the door open and close behind him, then Trish came back and unfastened the remaining restraints. 

Cole immediately sat down on the bed. Trish sat down beside him and he grinned at her. "You are two wild women!" he said to her. "My god, I never expected that!"

"It was good, though, wasn't it?" interrupted the old man. Cole had forgotten he was even in the room. "The three of you performed magnificently! The best of the weekend so far! You are free to enjoy my estate until tomorrow afternoon." As soon as he finished speaking, the old man walked out the door, and the two of them were left alone.

Trish and Cole looked at each other for a moment, then she got up and donned a robe she picked up from a nearby chair. "It's been fun." she said with a flirtatious smile. "If you ever want to party like this again, dial 101 and we'll see what we can do. See you 'round the office sometime." With a toss of her head she walked out the door and he was left sitting naked on the bed, his mouth agape. 

After a minute Cole got up and showered in the connecting bathroom, still shaking his head in wonderment at all the events of the day. He dressed and went back to his room. There was a tray waiting outside his door with his dinner on it, and another folded card. He waited until he was in his room to open the card. There was no writing on it, only two different lipstick prints. He smiled, then dove into the delicious meal awaiting him. He slept deeply that night. 

As he was being driven home the next day, Cole laughed to himself about the weekend. Never in his life had he imagined a scene like the one that had played out around him. He took the check from his pocket and looked at it. It was nice, but he couldn't wait to hear his name announced the following afternoon.



The Contest



It started as a joke...Three women, Leza, Emily, and Bridgett, drinking tequila shooters...Bragging about their ability to give blowjobs. Much like men bragging about their sexual prowess, each claimed to be the best at this particular "skill." The argument, fueled by the tequila, was loud and boisterous, and punctuated with lots of laughter, and claims of "superiority." Finally, Emily jokingly proposed a contest. 

This, of course, precipitated peals of laughter and raunchy ideas about how the contest would be judged and who the judge might be. A variety of men known to all three were proposed and discussed. Each was laughingly dismissed for a variety of aesthetic shortcomings...Beer bellies, bad breath, balding heads, chauvinistic attitudes, and general behavioral characteristics all served to disqualify virtually every man in their social and professional circles. Finally, they all agreed that the contest would have to put on hold until a suitable judge could be located and the conversation drifted to other subjects. 

Later the next week Leza mentioned the blowjob contest conversation to Jack, her lover. They lived quite a distance apart and saw each other infrequently, but communicated daily via e-mail. Their relationship was largely sexual, but they had become good friends and readily shared the intimate details of their lives with one another. She told him of the conversation and they joked back and forth about it a little and then he volunteered to be the "judge" if they wanted to hold the contest. Her response was of the sarcastic "Oh sure, I'll run it by my friends and let you know " variety, and they let it drop. 

The next time she was with Emily and Bridgett, Leza mentioned her lover's "willingness" to serve as the judge of their proposed contest. Again, the laughter and raunchy conversation started, but then Emily said, "You know, I've thought about this more than once since that night. I still think I'm the best." 

"Oh, right!" laughed Bridgett, "I can't even see you giving a blow job! You're too prim and proper." 

"What? Her? Prim and proper?" Leza responded, "I see you as being as prissy as her, and neither of you can come close to me in the blowjob category." 

"Well," Emily said with a smile on her face, "We have a volunteer judge...Let's do the contest and settle it." 

Leza and Bridgett, shocked into a stunned silence, turned and stared at each other. Slowly all three started to grin. 

"Do you think he will really do it Lez?" Bridgett asked. 

"I-I don't know," Leza answered nervously "He hasn't balked at anything I have brought up so far, but this is REALLY out there...Y'all? Are you sure about this? I mean, I-I'm game, but don't start this crap and then back out." 

"Okay, here's the deal" Bridgett said leaning forward and staring at the other two, "Once and for all...Do we do it or not? Either we are all in and ask him or we forget it. I'll go first...I'm in, now what about you Emily?" 

"Jeez, Bridgett...Um, yeah, okay..." her face brightening with an evil grin, "I'm in...Leza?" 

"Well, how can I refuse?" Leza responded in mock disgust, "I can't let you two outdo me on the perversion scale." 

There was a long silence as all three considered this bizarre decision. They had done some strange stuff before, but this ripped it...They were going into uncharted territory. 

It was two weeks before Jack could make it to town on an evening when Emily, Bridgett, and Leza were available. They agreed to meet at a restaurant for drinks and then go to Jack's room for the contest. The "meeting" at the restaurant started off with everyone being nervous. 

Emily and Bridgett were relieved to see that Jack was a reasonably attractive man, slim, yet somewhat muscular, but they were very nervous. Leza was nervous on her own account, but also nervous because she had involved Jack in this craziness. Jack was nervous in his own right...One of his premier fantasies was about to be fulfilled... Yet he had fears of his own...What were the rules? How were they going to proceed? Could he last through each woman sucking his dick, or would he cum too soon ...Or god forbid, what if he couldn't cum at all? 

Jack ordered tequila shooters for the ladies and ginger ale for himself. Emily and Bridgett immediately protested... 

"Hey, no fair!" Emily said as he ordered his ginger ale. 

"Yeah," Bridgett chimed in, "Why aren't you drinking?" 

As the waitress walked away Leza looked at them with disgust, "He can't drink y'all. You know what it does to men." Then dropping her voice she hissed "We'll be here sucking away this time tomorrow if he drinks!" 

They both glanced at Jack who nodded his agreement with Leza, "Okay, I guess you're right." Bridgett said as Emily nodded in understanding. 

The initial shooters were followed by a couple of more and things began to loosen up a bit. Soon the conversation had turned to a variety of ribald jokes and stories and then Jack said, "Okay, ladies. Ready to go?" 

Leza shot a look at Bridgett and Emily, "Okay y'all. It's now or never." 

Bridgett, glancing at Emily, took a deep breath and said, "Okay. Let's go." 

Emily, feeling the effects of the shooters a little more than the rest, giggled and said, "Yep, let's go!" 

Jack drove them to the motel and they walked into his room. 

"Okay," he said as he took a deep breath, "What are the rules of this contest?" 

The women were standing together looking at Jack... 

"Well," Bridgett stated, "You have to undress...completely." 

"Then we will blindfold you," said Leza. 

"Blindfold?" Jack said quizzically, eyebrows raised. 

"Yep, blindfold" Emily interjected, "Leza already has an advantage and we don't want anything but the sense of touch to come into play here." 

Jack nodded his assent. 

"Then you sit in that chair," said Emily, "And we tie your hands to the arms..." 

"Now wait a minute!" Jack blurted, putting his hand up in protest, "This is getting a little strange." 

"GETTING strange?" Leza burst out laughing, "Jack, you are about to participate in a blowjob contest. We're WAY beyond strange here. Look baby, we just don't want you to touch us and know who we are. We want to be in control, and as Emily said, all we want you to feel is the blowjob. I promise it will be okay." 

"Okay," Jack said shaking his head as if in disbelief that he had agreed to become involved in this situation. 

"We have already drawn straws to see who goes first," Bridgett explained, "Once you are nude, blindfolded and your arms are tied we will all get to run our hands over your body, to get you in the mood, but no touching your dick. Then "Contestant #1" have one minute to do her best, followed by #2 who gets one minute, the #3 who gets one minute." 

"Each time one of us has had her minute, the next one will wash your dick with a warm cloth and dry it off," Leza explained, "That way each of us starts with a clean, dry dick." 

"Okay," Jack said grinning and shaking his head in disbelief, "You really have planned this out. So... How does the contest end?" 

"Well," Bridgett said, "We decided to do two rounds of one minute each. That's six minutes...Then you tell us who you want to finish you off, and she is the winner." 

"Anything else?" Jack asked eyebrows raised as he looked at each woman. 

"Nope...That's it ," Emily said then hesitating said, "Of course, we all will stay in the room and watch the whole deal." 

"Of course!" Jack said laughing and rolling his eyes. 

"O-okay Jack," Bridgett stammered "Get undressed." 

Jack made short order of his clothing and was soon standing before them without a stitch on. Emily and Bridgett, having never seen him before paid particular attention to his penis, which stood at "half-mast" as he stripped off his shorts. 

Leza took control at that point and pushed him into the chair, "Here Bridgett, you put the blindfold on him. Emily and I will tie his hands." 

There was a brief flurry of activity as they tied him to the chair and then they stood back. 

"You comfortable Jack?" Emily asked and at the same time Leza kicked off her shoes and quietly moved to his side. 

"Move your butt forward baby and spread your legs" she whispered as her hand ran up his thigh. 

"Ungh!" Jack gasped at the contact of her warm hand with the skin on his thigh. 

"Okay Jack," Bridgett said as she watched his penis begin to lengthen and harden with Leza's continued stroking, "One last thing...When I stop talking there will be no further talking by us. You can say all you want, but we're going to be quiet so you will have no idea who is between your legs. Okay?" 

"Y-yes!" Jack stuttered as Leza's fingers grazed his testicles...And then there was silence. 

A second pair of hands, somewhat cooler than Leza's began rubbing his chest. They circled then closed in on his nipples, pinching, then pulling the buds until he groaned in pleasure and panted with need. 

Then there was a third set of hands tracing about his face, playing with his lips until he sucked them in and bit them lightly. The bite drew a husky giggle, but he couldn't tell who it was. As the caresses continued, he felt his penis grow erect and rigid and he could feel the head resting on his lower belly...Suddenly the hands left his body and aside from the rustling of people moving around, there was no sound. 

After what seemed to be an endless pause, he felt the heat of a body kneeling between his legs and warm breath on his penis. 

"A-h-h-h-h!" he gasped as her tongue ran from the base to the tip of his penis. 

She spent a lot of time licking and then sucked the slick distended head of his penis into her mouth. 

"N-n-n-n-g-g-g-g!" he gritted as she worked her tongue around and around the head, pausing to suck it vigorously while bobbing her head in short shallow strokes. 

As quickly as it began, it was over. She withdrew and his penis was covered with a warm wet wash cloth and then dried thoroughly. He was still panting from the first lady's attentions and was allowed to sit until his breathing returned to normal. 

The he felt the second lady grasp his thighs as she knelt between his legs. He flexed his sphincter so that his penis would stand up and she sucked him into her mouth. Slowly she lowered her mouth over him, sucking deeply as she took him in until her nose rested at the base of his penis. 

"Y-a-a-a-h-h-h!" He gasped as he felt her working her throat around his penis and then began to slowly pull away. 

"W-h-h-ha-a-a-a!" he groaned as she hesitated with only the head in her mouth then started on another downward stroke, moving faster this time...More demanding...Then she stopped and let him go. 

Again the warm wet roughness of the wash cloth, followed by the drying of the towel and then the wait for Contestant #3. 

Soon she was between his legs. He felt her forefinger and thumb encircle his balls and pull down on his scrotum until his penis was standing, skin stretched, head gleaming. 

W-h-h-a-a-a-o-o-o-oh-oh-oh g-god!" he cried bucking his hips up as she pursed her lips tightly and pressed them over the distended head of his penis. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter she slid her lips over his penis and down the stem pausing only briefly before starting up and down again...Until her time also expired. 

He was breathing hard, gasping for breath and sweating profusely as Contestant #1 started her second turn. 

"U-n-n-g-g-h-h-h!" he grunted as she started the quick shallow strokes around the head of his throbbing penis. 

"A-h-h-h-h-h-y-a-a-a-h-hgh!" he gasped as Contestant #2 worked the depths of her throat around the head of his penis. 

When Contestant #3 knelt between his legs his heart was racing and his penis bouncing on his belly with every heartbeat. Precum dripped from the tip of his penis and he was groaning with the need to cum. 

Again she firmly pulled down on his balls and slowly, ever so slowly worked her mouth over him. 

"O-o-h-ho, p-p-please!" he gasped in desperation to cum. 

But she was so slow, yet so thorough that she finished her second minute just before his orgasm began to build. She stepped away and there was silence. He waited and then said "Number three." 

His words were greeted with a simultaneous squeals of delight and exclamations of "Shit!" and "Dammit!" 

Immediately, she was back between his legs. And he gasped in delight as for a third time she tugged his balls down and sucked his penis into the warmth of her mouth. 

"Oh, p-p-please" he groaned "Y-yes, d-do it for m-me." 

The room was silent except for his groans and gasps and the slurping of her lips over his penis. Then... 

"O-oh, g-g-god, y-yes, o-oh g-god..." his body froze in place and he lifted his hips toward her. 

She slowed the stroking of her mouth to a veritable crawl and tightened her grip on his balls. Then... 

"O-oh god, o-o-oh g-god! H-h-here it is-s-s-s-! Unh! Unh! Unh! Oh, y-yes!" he cried out as he shot his semen into her mouth...She slowed her movement and savored the moment as she felt his body sag in the chair...Relaxed, released. 

The other two immediately began to call for a rematch. 

He could only groan.



The Contest



(C) Copyright 2013 by choclit_tai. 

I thought for sure she was joking. When my friend Gina suggested earlier in the evening that she and my wife Tamara have a contest on who could make the other's spouse cum first, I never imagined it was something that would happen. But here we were....

It all started with a bet over billiards on one of our many vacations together. Gina, her husband Mitch and I were playing. Tamara had gone back to our hotel with our children and the rest of our group. We had all be drinking heavily which was the norm when we hung out together. The games had been going back and forth, but Mitch was on a bit of a streak and boasting a bit. I decided to make the last game interesting.

"If I win, I get to tongue your wife", I announced. We had kissed one another's spouses once before, so it wasn't completely a ridiculous request. Still, it wasn't something you hear every day. His first response was to say it wasn't fair because my wife Tamara wasn't there. I told him he could name his own stakes, and if that's what he wanted, he could work that out with her. He agreed. Gina at this point was feeling no pain and didn't seem to object that we were bartering her.

Like the other games it was close. Mitch was leading by a couple of balls and made a run down to the eight ball. He called his shot and proceeded to sink the shot, only to be followed by the cue ball. He jumped up to announce his victory. I calmly reminded him that he had indeed lost due to the scratch.

I didn't make a big deal of it since I sort of backed into the win, but it was a win nevertheless. I internally looked forward to my kiss with Gina. She also seemed to grasp the significance of my win as a devilish smile crept across her face. No move was made initially, so we all packed up our stuff and headed back to our hotel to meet up with the rest of our gang.

Once back at the hotel I spoke with my wife and she was comfortable with the kids so she was going to call it a night. Mitch, Gina and I decided to hit the casino and gamble a little before we turned in. I followed Mitch and Gina to the craps table to see if I could pick up on the game. I quickly lost interest and headed over to play blackjack. After winning a few hands I Went back to find Mitch and Gina. Mitch was on a run at the table w/ Gina sitting out the game, near his side. I told them I was heading to my room and Gina followed into the lobby.I turned to her and said I wanted to collect my prize and proceeded to kiss her. Her lips were soft and I cautiously introduced my tongue. She gladly accepted and we embraced in a deep, passionate union for what seem like eternity, but probably a minute or so. We slowly parted and shared a knowing look that spoke volumes without saying a word. I bid her goodnight and went to my room.

Fast forward to a night where we are all out drinking again. Four couples celebrating a birthday. As usual I find myself sitting next to Gina, and her husband Mitch next to my wife. It's always obvious to me that he positions himself to be next to my wife, so I usually follow suit. I often wonder if anyone else in the group notices. In between my subtle flirting with Gina, Mitch brings up our prior bet. Apparently, he was so drunk he didn't realize he lost, and had no idea that I had already collected my prize. He didn't seem bothered, but I could see the wheels spinning in his head, I'm sure with thoughts on how he could get a chance to kiss my wife.

He started talking about new ways to which we could compete. I jokingly brushed them off, letting him know I was game for anything he came up with. Right now my focus was more directed towards his wife and gently rubbing her thigh under the table.

She and I began talking about contests when suddenly she started to say something, but quickly caught herself.

"No say it!" I demanded, with a smile.

"Well, we could see who could make the other come first", she shared sheepishly.

I just knew I must have misunderstood, and of course asked her to repeat herself. She smiled and said it again, while I sat with my mouth open. Aside from our few shared kisses, nothing had ever happened to suggest that they'd be open to something like that. She'd always maintained that she wasn't ready for any type of swap. So I was chalking this up to the wine.

Just for fun, I played along and asked what the winner would get.

"Does it really matter?" she shot back. 

She had a point; we'd all be winners at that point. 

"Just so I'm clear, you'd be doing me, and Tamara would be doing Mitch, right?" I asked, still a little dumbfounded that we were even having this conversation. I could more understand if she meant that each lady performed on their respective spouse. But she assured me I was hearing correctly.

My cock was growing just with the thought of how this all could work. I shared with her how I thought she'd have her work cut out for her as it's rare that I'm able to climax from oral. She seemed to take that as a challenge and I suddenly saw the look on her face that I hadn't seen since our last kiss.

We'd been having this conversation throughout dinner, oblivious to the rest of the group. Before we knew it everyone was getting up to head to our next destination. I left her with the challenge of getting my wife to agree to such a contest. I was sure her husband Mitch would jump at the opportunity. My wife and I have had several discussions on the subject matter. While we're not swingers, past indiscretions have led us to considering a more open type relationship. Despite that, I felt like the suggestion would be better coming from Gina, versus me.

Our group of 8 bar hopped a bit until 6 of us ended up at and underground dance party. We were all mingling when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Mitch grab my wife at the bar and kiss her. Luckily our other friends didn't notice, nor did Gina as she had her back to the bar while we were talking. Tamara didn't resist his advance, but could tell she was nervous that other might have seen. I knew the fact that Gina and I had kiss was eating Mitch up, but didn't think he'd be so bold. But two could play that game.

I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. It was very crowded which prompted dancing very closely, which was what I preferred. Our bodies moved in unison to the hard beat of the music. I felt myself getting aroused and knew there'd be little I could do to hide it from her. But I didn't necessarily want to hide it. I wanted her to know how much she excited me. I held her hips as we swayed and moved her in closer, pressing my hardness into her. She looked at me with that now familiar lust. I leaned in and kissed her. This time there was no soft feeling out process. We both led with our tongue, exploring deeply within one another. When we finally broke I looked around to see the other's dancing, but no one seemed to be paying attention to us. Mitch and Tamara were dancing close as well, but I didn't see anything else between.

We all took a break and headed back to bar for more drinks. Our other friends decided to call it a night, leaving just the four of us. While Mitch and I waited for more drinks, the ladies headed to the dance floor. The two of them have even kissed on occasion and their dancing looked as if they might do it again. They were clearly giggling and talking about something, I secretly hoped it was Gina's plan. 

We grabbed the drinks and moved onto the floor to meet the ladies. The floor had cleared out some, so we all danced in a circle. But soon we seemed to pair up with the other's spouse. I kept moving until we were partially shielded by a column and kissed Gina some more. I reached around to grab her ass and pulled her tightly against my throbbing cock. She finally broke the kiss and panted that we should go. I asked her about the contest, and she just teased that we would see. 

We all met up and headed to the car. We originally parked at Mitch and Gina's house and rode together in one car. Once in the back seat with my wife, I immediately began to kiss her. She responded favorably, signalling that she had been as worked up as I had on the dance floor. I slid my hand up her warm thighs until I was met with the soaked gusset of her panties. She moaned in my mouth as I slid them to the side and eased my finger into her slick opening. I began sliding my finger in and out while rubbing her growing clit with my thumb. I could tell she was on the verge as her kisses became more insistent and she was thrusting up to get more of my finger.

Suddenly the car came to a stop as we parked at their house. I removed my finger and licked it clean, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by the front passengers. Tamara pouted as she was on the brink of climax. I surmised it was better that she didn't cum as she'd be aching for a release.

Mitch suggested we stay in their guest room, which we had kind of planned on from the beginning. No one seemed to have any qualms with that idea and he turned on some music and began mixing drinks for us. Tamara excused herself to the restroom, leaving Gina and I alone. I looked at her questioningly and she just whispers to follow her lead, followed by a seductive kiss leaving me wanting more. I was so turned on by this new, more aggressive side of her.

We all settled onto their plush couch together, with us guys on the outside and the ladies squeezing together in the middle.

Gina looked toward Tamara and I and said, "I think it'd be fun if the two of you finished what you started in the back seat. It looked like you were having fun!"

"You were watching?!" Tamara blushed.

"Let's just say, it was obvious what was going on", Gina replied. "And my guess would be that that we arrived home before you were able to 'arrive'."

Tamara just sat with a bit of dazed look on her face as she thought back to my ministrations in the car. Gina looked at me as to say "go for it", so I leaned over and began to kiss my wife. There was no shyness about being right next to our friends as the intensity of our tonguing grew. I slid my left hand down and started to raise her dress. She instinctively spread her legs, allowing me better access and not caring that her panties were now in full view to anyone who looked.

I peeped over that saw that Mitch and Gina had begun kissing as well. Mitch was unbuttoning Gina's blouse and caressing her breasts. I could see her perky nipples straining through her thin bra. Gina soon took control, sitting up and straddling her husband as they continued to kiss. Tamara was oblivious to the movement next to her as I continued to work her pussy through her panties. I could feel her lips spreading under the fabric. Finally I made my move to remove them. As she felt me tugging them down, she raised her hips allowing me to pull them completely off.

Next to us, Mitch couldn't help but notice what I'd done and clearly wanted to keep up. With Gina's blouse completely open, he slid it off her shoulders leaving her only in her sheer bra. I purposely moved my kissed to Tamara's neck, causing her to turn to her left and see what was going on next to us if she happened to open her eyes. Mitch began teasing Gina's nipples through her bra until she finally reached behind her back to unhook it. She was looking at me as she pulled it off and I saw her eyes move down to my hand under Tamara's dress. I moved my arm causing the dress to creep further up her thighs. Tamara must have finally opened her eyes and seen Mitch sucking on Gina's bare breasts.

"Oh my God", she moaned as I continued to finger her pussy and she watched Gina hold her right breast to feed to her husband. She was so wet and I couldn't wait for Gina's next move. I slid off the couch and moved between my wife's legs. I threw her dress up completely exposing her slick, freshly waxed pussy. I dove in and began licking her like a man possessed. Her hands immediately went to my head as she pulled me in. I could barely see our friends out of the corner of my eye, but could feel movement as they must be switching positions. 

That's when I heard Gina pant...

"Do me please!" 

No man in their right mind could refuse a request like that. Gina sat back on the couch strategically close to Tamara while Mitch moved onto the floor next to me.

I had Tamara on the verge again while sucking her clit deep into my mouth and continuing to bang her with now two fingers, but I slowed my pace to allow our friends to catch up.

While Mitch began removing Gina's stilettos, I started long, slow licks the length of her soaked pussy. This allowed me to raise my head enough to look at Gina. She winked as she began to unbutton her pants, helping her husband along. She raised her hips and allowed him to pull down her jeans and tiny black thong.

I almost stopped what I was doing as I realized Gina was now completely naked, inches from me and my wife. I took in the vision of her tight brown nipples and neatly trimmed bush. This was way beyond anything I'd imagined for the night and everything from that moment on was considered a bonus. I renewed my efforts on Tam's clit and began moving my fingers in a pulling motion, trying to hit her G-spot. With my free hand I reached up and began to caress her breasts, eventually getting the strap of her sundress down. Tamara assisted me by removing her strapless bra, getting her slightly closer to Gina's state of undress.

I could hear Gina moan as Mitch finally went down on his wife. Tamara moaned as well and I knew she wouldn't be able to take much more torture. I was mercilessly flicking her clit with my tongue and I finally felt her begin to shudder. She gripped the couch on each side as her orgasm began to intensify. That caused her to brush Gina's right hand, prompting Gina to grab it. 

Mitch noticed and commenced to grunt as he licked his wife harder. As our wives held hands, Tamara's orgamsn took over causing her to push me away from the continued stimulation I was putting on her clit. 

She was still squeezing Gina's hand tightly and shocked everyone by leaning over her kissing her. I'd seen them kiss before, but this was by far the single hottest scene I'd ever witness. I sat back for a second as I watched them tongue each other.

My dick was harder than It had ever been before and I was in desperate need of release. But first I needed to even the score. Tamara's dress was basically bunched up around her waist no longer covering anything, so I pulled it down leaving her naked like Gina.

This caught Mitch's attention and he stopped licking his wife. She in turn broke their kiss. I couldn't take any more and began to remove my clothes with every intention of fucking my wife right there in front of our friends. I was way past any thoughts of the supposed contest which led us to this point. But that's when Gina spoke up.

"I think we need to return the favor to these guys, don't you?, she asked my wife. 

It was right at that point when I pulled my pants and boxer briefs down in one motion. My dick was pulsating and my swollen head was smeared with pre cum. The reality of two naked women in front of me definitely outweighed the fact that I was now rock hard next to another guy.

Gina sat up and began unbuckling Mitch's belt and pants as he had risen to his feet in front of her. Tamara promptly sat up and began to lick me, triggering a long satisfying sigh from me. She took me into her mouth nearly causing my knees to buckle. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep standing for long.

Mitch was quickly out of his clothes and Gina began to suck him as well. This was so surreal and I couldn't help but watch them despite how wonderful my wife's mouth felt. As I watched her lick and suck her husband, I wanted Gina even more. She released his cock from her mouth and held it as she looked directly at me, again toting that devilish smile.

That's when it happened....

She turned to my wife and said, "I'll let you try mine if I can try yours!"

Once again I couldn't believe my ears, but this time I knew she wasn't joking.

My wife let my cock slip from her mouth, letting it throb in front of her face. The room was still. She looked at Gina, who stared back almost defiantly. The night up to this point had brought out a side of Gina that at least Tamara and I had never seen. My wife was always the aggressive, flirtatious one, but now Gina had stepped up to the plate was basically challenging her. 

I could see Tamara processing all this in her mind and suddenly she reached over and took Mitch's cock out of Gina's had and began stroking it as she basically climbed over Gina to get into position. Once properly in front of him, she took him in her mouth.

I stood in shock as my wife began sucking on another cock in front on me. Before any pang of jealousy I was quickly reminded of the other end of the bargain as Gina appeared smiling in front of me.

"You did...." I started to say as she stood up and kissed me. I didn't care where her mouth had just been...I just wanted it on me, all over me. Our hunger for each other couldn't be denied. She turned me around and pushed me down on the couch. She dropped to her knees and immediately began licking the length of my erect shaft. Then she slowly inserted it, inch by inch into her mouth while she intently looked into my eyes. No one had ever deep throated me like that before. After taking me all in, she released about half my thick shaft and began stroking me as she continued to suck me. It felt amazing and I instantly knew that Gina would have no problem bringing me to climax.

Just as Gina was getting into a rhythm and I could feel that familiar tingling in my balls, we were reminded of our spouses next to us. Amazingly, I had been so intent on watching Gina's mastery of my cock that I shut out the fact that my wife was doing the same to Mitch.

We were brought out of our trance by Mitch's announcement that he was cumming.... we both looked over to see Tamara's response.

She didn't miss a beat, and kept her lips clenched around his cock as he unloaded in her mouth. She sucked and stroked him, trying to milk every last drop until Mitch literally crumbled onto the couch next to her. 

I could see the satisfied smile on her face and quickly turned back to Gina who was still stroking me. I knew I was close to cumming, but it was too late for that now. She needed a new victory.... I immediately pulled her up on top of me. She quickly caught on and straddled my lap as I aimed my energized cock toward her opening. I rubbed my head against her slickness and eased into her tight pussy. She sat down completely taking me in, unleashing a rash of emotions between us.

I knew that wasn't part of the plan, but I threw caution to the wind. Years of flirting and innuendo coming to a head as I gripped her ass and began pumping into her with all I had.

"YESSSS" she hissed as she leaned into kissing my ear. "Fuck me Vic", she whispered to me, igniting even more urgency in my thrusts. Her cocksucking had me on the verge of cumming before and the hot, tight grip of her pussy wasn't going to let me off the hook. She ground herself on me, riding me to perfection. I felt her tense up and I took over, pushing up harder into her. As I felt her pussy grip me, I exploded up inside of her...

To be continued....



The Contest



It was now on between us. One of us was going to be a winner, and the other would suffer a messy and humiliating defeat. Me and my jackoff buddy Brad were matched pretty evenly, especially where it comes to being kinky. 

We started off earlier as friends throughout school, but we didn't know back then that we were both could be interested in each other. It's not that women were out of the question. Let's face it; we were both just really horny guys.

After we got out of school, and life took us in separate directions for a while. We met up a few months later. We decided to go for a beer that Friday, and ended up at Brad's place watching porn. That's when we found out how horny we both really were.

After a few beers and a few videos, Brad got up to change the disc. That's when I noticed a huge bulge in his jeans.

"Damn! Nice boner Brad!"

"Back at you, too!" He replied. 

I didn't notice that my own jeans were feeling really tight until then - uncomfortably so.

"I gotta shift things around a bit," I said as I reached in and shifted my stiffening cock around inside my jeans. "Ahhhh, that's much better."

Brad took things a step further and took his jeans off, releasing a major hardon. Brad's cock was cut, and at least 8 inches.

"Well, if that's the way you're going to be," I said as I unfastened my jeans and kicked them off as well.

That's the way it started with us. We played more videos, drank more beer, and proceeded to jerk off until late that night. I fell asleep on Brad's couch after cumming on myself a few times. I'd also been keenly interested in watching Brad cumming on himself too. That first night we got together we kept it mild, standard porn, beer and only touching our own cocks.

The next week, I got a call from Brad to see if I was up for getting together again.

"Sure," I said, "it's my turn to host this time."

"No problem," he replied. "I'm nearly out of porn for us to watch though."

"We can always look up something on the 'net for us to jerk to," I said. And that's what we did.

Only over time, it gradually became a contest with me and Brad as to how kinky we could be with each other. Guys will do that, try to one up on each other and we were no exceptions. Guys will take any opportunity to measure cocks. That's one of the things we did of course: length, then girth, then how far we could shoot cum, how much we came, and how many times we could cum in one night...

Then it was a contest to see who had the better taste in porn. I won when Brad couldn't hold it any longer and spewed cum on himself first. Brad would be the winner if I came first. 

Then, one evening, I had on some European style briefs - the kind without a fly. 

Brad took one look and said "Nice Panties!!" 

Well, that was that. We started trying to outdo each other in what kind of underwear we'd flash to each other when we got together for our now weekly jerkoff and porn sessions.

That's where it started I think. All the time calling each other's briefs panties! One day I decided to push things some more and mail ordered some lacy panties out of a catalog. I got a cute pair in pink for Brad, and another one in purple for me. 

It seemed like forever before my package arrived.

Just before Brad came over for our now weekly jerkoff session, I slipped on my new purple lace panties under my regular jeans.

As soon as things got going enough that night, I pulled down my pants like normal and waited until Brad noticed that this time I actually had on panties. 

Brad couldn't stop laughing. "Such a cute little panty!" he kept saying.

Eventually he stopped laughing and pointing long enough for me to give him the lacy pink panties I'd bought for him. He started laughing again, but took the panties from me and before I knew it, we were both sitting on the couch watching porn wearing our new panties.

After a few beers, I reached over and rubbed the bulge in Brad's panties for him. I had waited until he was really getting into a video, and I knew he was about to spew cum in his panties, making him the loser. I was also really close to making a cummy mess in my panties and I didn't want to lose this time. 

I reached over and started stroking Brad's cock for him. He blew a huge load almost as soon as I started. 

"Oh, you little bitch!" he exclaimed. 

"Nice cum, princess," I said.

"Oh yeah," Brad replied. We were having an intellectual discussion now. 

That's when he jumped on top of me and began stroking my cock. I felt the Brad's warm cummy wetness seeping through his panties where I had made him cum, and he was enthusiastically returning the favor. I couldn't hold out very long and soon we were both rolling around on the floor covered in each other's cum.

That's when we found out that we were both bisexual, and horny.

Being guys we soon had destroyed our panties. Brad was supposed to pick up another pair for each of us, but he kept chickening out.

That's when we started stroking each other. Our taste in porn also took a turn if not for the gay, at least more for the bisexual. We'd play with each other, but then agree that we were not gay, just horny. 

We also discovered new games to play with each other trying to make each other cum. Things took on a life of their own. 

Then, one day we stumbled on a video of two guys rubbing their cocks together. This ended up with me and Brad rubbing our cocks together until we spewed warm cum all over each other. It was so messy, so nasty, and so fun. Once again we both said it was because we were "really freaking horny".

That's how our contest started. We'd "cock wrestle" each other, with the winner being the one to hold out the longest. Of course we'd cheat, rubbing each other's cocks, teasing each other.

"You bitch," he'd say.

"Oh yeah," I'd reply. "You're gonna be my bitch today."

Our teasing just made us even hornier, and we'd soon be squirting cum all over each other in our contests. Each one just a little kinkier than the last. Both of us doing anything to get the other guy to cum first. Wrestling around and pinning each other where we couldn't stroke each other's cock, grinding our stiffened cocks against each other instead. 

In a turn for the even kinkier, we stumbled on a video of a guy sounding himself. He slowly inserted a polished steel rod into his cock. This video stayed on my mind, and eventually gave me an idea for a new contest. Slowly, I worked it out. 

I got some rubber tubing and went to work, cutting off a section around eight inches long. I then glued a rubber washer onto the tube half way along its length. This was going to be our jousting weapon in our newest contest. 

I then explained the contest to Brad on our next jackoff session. We were going cock to cock, cum to cum. This time it was going to be the first guy to cum wins, and the other guy was going to take it. 

I lubed up the tube, and inserted it into my cock. It really felt weird, but nice. Then I pointed my tubed cock at Brad, and he lubed it up the other end and inserted it into his cock too. There we were, cock to cock. The winner would be the first guy to cum. The loser would have to deal with the other guy's cum being pumped deep into his own cock. 

"Ready bitch," I said.

"Ready, set, jerk it bitch!" said Brad and we were off to the races. Stroking our cocks like there was no tomorrow. The rubber washer in the center of the tube made it so our cock heads weren't directly touching, but I felt the tube inside my cock wriggling around as Brad stroked himself. 

"Oooh-hh, unnm-mmm," I said as I stroked the underside of my cock. 

"This is soooo--nass-styyy," agreed Brad.

I could see that Brad was really trying to concentrate, so I was soon trying to break his concentration. Brad was soon starting to sweat. I this meant he was going to cum soon

That's when I felt the wetness. I hadn't expected that. Both Brad and I had been producing precum. I looked down, and both of our cocks were oozing out tons of the stuff. 

"Um, is that your precum dribbling into my cock, or is that my precum now inside you?" I said. That momentarily broke Brad's concentration. 

"Oh, you Fucker!!" he exclaimed as he felt the wetness too and looked down at our cocks. 

"This is sooo nas-sty!" I said. This had been really interesting experience so far, and it was only going to get better.

The tube had completely filled with precum. I couldn't tell who was oozing more, and into whom. The thought of Brad's precum oozing into me was turning me on almost as much as the thought of my precum oozing into Brad's. I started clenching and releasing, knowing that this would pump some precum in Brad's direction. I wanted him to feel the pulsing deep inside his cock. But then, I started felt him doing the same to me. 

Looking at Brad, I just knew he was going soon. His determination and single mindedness were apparent. I had broken my concentration to clench and release, trying to pump precum into Brad. He, on the other hand, had decided to take a little precum from me so he could cum first. 

This was our contest, who would be the first to pump a load of cum deep into the other guy?

"Oh, look at our cocks kissing each other," I taunted.

"Fuck you," said Brad. "This is turning me on so much, I don't know when I've felt like cumming so hard. You're going to be feeling my cum inside you real soon!"

"Bring it on. I'm pretty sure I'm filling you up with a bunch of my precum right now." I said as I resumed clenching and releasing. I wasn't getting any closer to cumming, and I knew Brad was. 

My cock felt so slippery, warm and wet, both inside and out. I knew it couldn't be all my own. Brad was oozing into me as much as I was oozing into him. This thought started turned me on, that his pre-ejaculate was really oozing into me now.

Then, I felt an urge come over me. The thought of Brad's cum pulsing deep cum deep into me was really taking over. I looked into his face as he concentrated on stroking that gorgeous cock of his. His sweat covered face showed his deep concentration, and he was also staring at me. 

That's when it happened, tied cock to cock, the tube connecting our cocks together, running from deep inside Brad to deep inside me. I saw Brad's eyes glaze over and I felt Brad spasm hard as his orgasm hit. He grunted and jerked as powerful waves of orgasm traveled up and down his body. I grabbed on to him tight with one arm, and grabbed onto our cock heads with the other hand. I didn't want Brad's powerful orgasm to separate us. I also didn't want any of Brad's cum to leak out. I wanted it all, deep inside me. 

I was the one receiving, just what I now really desired. I feet Brad's body convulsing in powerful waves. I felt spasms push waves of cum into my cock, deep into me. I had to concentrate hard on not clenching. I wanted to take as much of Brad's cum inside me as possible. I wanted all of Brad I could get.

"Ohh-hh-aaa-aahh," I cooed softly as I felt the pulsing of his cum deep inside my own cock, the warmth and wetness that could only have come from inside Brad. The thought that I had done this to him was turning me on immensely.

I pulled Brad down on top of me, holding our bodies tightly together with my arm, our cocks locked together with my hand. Brad was really cumming hard, spasming and grunting as he lay on top of me. I had never seen him cum for so long and so hard.

We were face to face now. I kissed him - passionately. Brad stuck his tongue into my mouth as his orgasm was gradually subsiding. 

I felt the pressure, warmth, and wetness of his cum deep inside me. I felt his tongue probing my mouth. I concentrated hard on relaxing, not clenching as I felt the pressure inside my cock first build, then subside. His cum was penetrating into me. It was sooo hard not to clench up, but I wanted it. I wanted to be the receiver.

"That's it," I said. "Cum-m for me, give it to m-me." Then I latched onto him again, kissing him again, passionately.

That's when Brad took over. He reached down and grabbed onto his cock at the base, where the tube was, tightening his grip and pinching off the tube. Then he worked his grip toward the tip, milking his wet cum into me. I felt the pressure build once more deep inside my cock. 

"Is that what you like? Bitch," Brad said.

"You know-oh it is-s," I had to admit. Not only was I concentrating hard on not clenching, but relaxing, so I could take in Brad's cum. 

Brad smiled, pinched the tube off holding the pressure of his cum in the tube. Then he slipped it out of his cock. 

"Oh-aahh-ngg," I cooed again, concentrating hard on relaxing as Brad worked his grip from the tip of my cock to the base, forcing his cum even deeper inside me

"Mmmmn-hhh-ah," I cooed again as I used every ounce of concentration relaxing my deep cock muscles. 

I felt the pressure subside once more, knowing Brad's cum was penetrating deep inside me. Brad pulled the tube out of my cock, which oozed Brad's cum uncontrollably. 

"Nice contest!" Brad admitted. 

I just smiled. I had lost our contest, but that was okay with me. This time we had to agree we weren't just horny, we were gay -- and horny. 

Author's note: The idea of this really appeals to my kinkier side. I love the thought of the sensations it may bring. However, the thought of an infection should deter anyone from trying this in real life.



The Contest



My wife and I were living in San Diego at the time. Amy was working as a trial lawyer with a local law firm and I was employed as an engineer with the city's public works department. We had been there for a little over a year and had settled into a comfortable routine in one of the most pleasant cities in the country.

Amy met Brenda while doing some legal work with an international banking organization that had offices nearby. Although we had no idea at the time, making her acquaintance would soon change our lives in dramatic ways. 

The two women quickly became good friends although they were nothing alike. Amy is a relatively tall, slim brunette with a somewhat reserved demeanor. Except in the courtroom where she is reputed to be a holy terror, she prefers to observe and follow rather than act spontaneously and lead the charge. Brenda is exactly the opposite; a petite blond with short curly hair and an outgoing, irrepressible personality. She is impulsive and a little bossy but people are naturally drawn to her.

Both women are beautiful creatures with splendid figures and both are very much aware of the effect they have on the opposite sex. Brenda often acts openly on that knowledge, flirting outrageously whenever she feels the urge. Amy doesn't flirt directly, but she moves differently when attractive males are in the vicinity. I don't mind since I'm often with her when she does it and I get to watch the reactions of the other men, not to mention enjoying the little show as she subtly uses her body to get and hold their attention. I suspect that her ability proves useful in courtrooms that are often dominated by males on the bench, across the aisle, and in the jury box.

Eventually, Amy and I met Brenda's husband Nick, who worked for the same banking firm, and the four of us soon became the best of friends. Within a few weeks, we were spending much of our free time together. Nick and I played golf nearly every Saturday morning while the women amused themselves elsewhere. Saturday night usually found the four of us at one home or the other for informal dinners. Once or twice each month we dined out together.

One Saturday night we went out for a casual dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. Returning to our house for drinks, I mixed a pitcher of martinis and we gathered in the family room which features a large flat-screen television and a huge sectional sofa. The center section is about eight feet in length while the end sections are shorter and curved out slightly toward the center of the room. 

After a half hour or so of idle conversation and another round of drinks, we had all developed a comfortable buzz.

Brazen is probably a good word to describe Brenda when she's had a few drinks. Of the four of us, she was the most likely to get things rolling with her infectious personality and lack of inhibition.

Without warning, Brenda pulled a DVD out of the huge purse that was always by her side.

"Let's watch a movie," she suggested.

"What do you have there," asked Amy.

"A porno flick," Brenda responded with a wicked smile.

"What?" exclaimed Nick.

"What?" I echoed a second later. Amy was apparently shocked into silence.

"Oh, don't be such prudes. I've never watched one of these with anyone but Nick. I think it'll be fun."

Amy and I had a small collection of porn that we put to good use from time to time, but it would never have occurred to us to watch with another couple. Obviously it had never occurred to Nick either.

"Have you lost your mind?" he asked his wife. "Where did you get that?"

Brenda ignored him and tossed the disc into my lap.

"Greg, if you'll load the movie into the player," she told me, "Nick can go refill our glasses."

"I agree with Brenda," Amy suddenly announced, surprising me. "Let's do it."

A few minutes later we all settled in with more drinks. The movie was ready to go and the lights had been dimmed. The four of us were seated in the center section of the sofa, Amy and Brenda in the middle with Nick and me on either side of the ladies. I hit the 'play' button on the remote and the television came to life.

As porno movies go, that one was exceptional. The acting was pretty good and the sex scenes were tasteful and very erotic. I had my arm around Amy's shoulders and could tell that she was becoming aroused. For my part, a bulge formed in my pants and remained there throughout much of the video. By the time the movie ended it was apparent that all of us were affected by what we had just seen. Both women were flushed and everyone was breathing a little erratically.

"Did anyone notice that the guy with the tattoos had trouble getting an erection," Brenda asked, her voice a little husky. "His partner had to work a lot harder to get him ready."

"I noticed that too," announced Amy, surprising me once more. My wife loves sex but is reluctant to talk about it. Brenda, of course, suffered no such inhibition.

"I imagine it might be difficult for some guys to get an erection with others in the room, although I'd expect a porn star to have learned how to deal with that," Brenda offered.

"Maybe he was new to the business. I think women have it easier. A lubrication problem might be an issue but that's easy to deal with," added Amy, nearly flooring me with her unexpected candor.

"So what do you guys think?" asked Brenda. 

I cleared my throat and tried to decide how to answer her.

"Yeah, Greg, what do you think?" Amy chimed in with a broad smile.

"I don't know about Nick," I said, clearing my throat again, "but I think it might be pretty difficult." Nick nodded his head in agreement.

"Let's find out," suggested Brenda. "How about a contest?"

"What are you talking about?" I responded, becoming alarmed at the direction the conversation seemed to be heading.

"A contest sounds like fun," announced Amy, surprising me once again. "What do you have in mind?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Amy was so far out of character that I decided she was completely bombed. 

"Let's give the guys blow jobs and see who gets a usable erection first," Brenda answered with a grin.

"Good idea," declared Amy. Nick and I just sat there in stunned silence. Nick came around first.

"So what does the winner get?" he asked.

"Just bragging rights," responded Brenda.

"That's it?"

"That's it. Besides, you're each going to get a blowjob," Amy added as she arose from the sofa to stand in the middle of the room. 

In couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I was becoming intrigued as I started to think about what might happen next. I decided to probe a little further.

"I have a question," I said. "What if you ladies are able to induce erections? What do you intend to do with them?"

Amy stared at me unblinking for a long moment and then a slight smile appeared on her face as she very discreetly reached up under her short skirt and tugged her panties down.

"Does that answer your question?" she purred as she stepped out of the panties, leaving them on the carpet.

"Oh my God!" cried Brenda as she jumped to her feet and removed her panties with far less modesty. "What a wonderful idea!"

"And the winner will be decided by the first wife to be impaled on her husband's dick." announced Amy with a grin and a small burp.

I no longer knew my wife. I also decided that she was much more aroused and a lot more inebriated than she appeared. But I also decided I was going to take full advantage of the new Amy and the situation she and Brenda were conjuring up.

Nick was staring open-mouthed at his wife as she twirled her panties around on her index finger a few times and then tossed them across the room. Then he looked over at me, shrugged, and grinned. I grinned back at him. The worst that was going to happen was that we'd each get a blow job. If we didn't experience some sort of erectile problem, apparently we were going to get laid as well.

"Wait a sec," ordered Brenda. "Nick and I have a video recorder in the car. Let's record this and make copies so we can watch it later."

"Not gonna happen," responded Amy in her professional, no-nonsense lawyer tone. "A video is what's known as evidence in my business. We can do whatever we want as long as we all consent, but there will be no record of it."

"Jeez Counselor, you're such a party pooper," chided Brenda, but she had a smile on her face. "It was just a thought."

"Well, have a different thought," said, Amy, smiling back at her to soften the admonition.

"Too late. No more time for thought," Brenda quipped as she comically rubbed her hands together. "I'm a woman of action."

Nick and I were still seated where we had been when the movie was playing. Without another word, Brenda knelt on the floor in front of her husband and pulled his zipper down. Amy followed suit and pulled my cock free. Looking over at Brenda, she grinned and then lowered her face into my lap. I glanced over at Nick just in time to see the head of his cock disappear into his wife's mouth.

I knew right away that I would have no trouble getting an erection. Amy knew what she was doing. I had been the beneficiary of many blowjobs from her in the past. Obviously, Brenda was no stranger to fellatio either. For a minute or two, the only sounds in the room were muted groans of pleasure from Nick and me and an occasional soft slurping sound from the ladies.

Amy, apparently satisfied with her work, released my stiff cock just as Brenda rose to her feet. Nick's erection was out there for all to see until his wife quickly straddled him and lowered her body into position.

"Oh Lord," she breathed in response to the penetration. Nick had won the contest, but only by a few seconds that had more to do with how slowly Amy reacted than how fast I had achieved an erection. I didn't mind losing.

Amy was now in position with her knees on either side of my hips. Smiling at me, she pulled the front of her skirt up so I could look between her thighs at the little triangle of dark hair that held so much promise. Glancing over at Brenda and Nick, who were motionless as they watched us, she reached down to grasp my cock and position the tip at the entrance to her pussy. Very slowly, now that the contest was over, she descended until I was completely buried inside her.

"Oh...oh..." she moaned and then began to move.

Amy loves the female superior position. It gives her complete control. She is naturally orgasmic so she almost always cums during sex. With her on top, she gets to decide when. All I am required to do is hold on and try to avoid premature ejaculation. Since she was moving so slowly, I realized that she wanted to prolong our coupling as long as possible.

Brenda had a different approach. She was energetically fucking Nick while keeping an eye on Amy and me, apparently with little concern for drawing out their encounter. I watched them for a while and then returned my attention to my wife who was highly flushed and beginning to move erratically; a sure sign of skyrocketing arousal.

A sharp cry from Brenda and a loud groan from Nick announced that they were finished. Brenda collapsed onto Nick's chest, turning her head to stay focused on us. A quick glance at Nick revealed his continued interest in what Amy and I were doing as well.

Amy is very vocal during sex, particularly when she cums. In spite of her intent to proceed slowly, she was very close, her cries filling the room. After another minute or so, she grasped two handfuls of my shirt, threw her head back, and let out a long wail. Her contractions triggered mine and I began to spurt into her. Like Brenda, Amy collapsed, burying her face into the side of my neck.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you," she panted into my ear. "I've wanted to do something like that for a long time."

My wife was full of surprises that night. Up until then I was unaware of any secret desires she had, but I vowed to find out what else might be on her mind that we could pursue together in the future.

****

The next morning over coffee, Amy broke her long-standing tradition of not talking about sex. We had fucked ourselves senseless after Brenda and Nick departed for home. Amy confessed that she found the whole episode to be incredibly erotic.

"Sucking your dick and then fucking you in front of them was the biggest turn-on of my life. I loved watching Brenda and Nick and I was thrilled to be putting on a little show of our own. I want to do it again soon. How do you feel about that?"

"I found it pretty damned exciting too. I've never watched anyone have sex before except in porno movies. Watching Brenda and Nick while you were riding me just blew my mind," I admitted.

"I'm going to talk to Brenda today and see what she thinks about doing something like that again. You might want to talk to Nick, too."

I did talk to Nick a day or two later. When I repeated what Amy said, he confessed that Brenda had told him pretty much the same thing. Wisely, we decided that the ladies should determine what was going to happen next and we would go with the flow.

During the following week, Amy and Brenda spent more time on the phone in the evenings than usual. Amy was a little secretive about it, which supported my suspicion that the two of them were already plotting our next adventure. I didn't question her, knowing Nick and I would be informed when the ladies were ready to reveal whatever they had in mind.

What they had in mind turned out to be incredible.

On Friday of the following week, Amy informed me that we were going to our local pub with Brenda and Nick the next night and, once again, we would return to our place for drinks afterward. She didn't say anything else but I was certain she and Brenda had something up their sleeves.

Dinner was a pleasant affair as usual. Brenda and Nick were good conversationalists and our discussions were always spirited. There was no hint from the women about what Nick and I might expect later that evening.

As planned, we returned to our house after dinner. Everyone voted for my signature martinis so I made a large pitcher, poured four generous portions, and put the remainder in the freezer. Then, drinks in hand, we retreated to our family room; the scene of our earlier crimes.

Brenda whipped out another porno movie and we all settled in to watch the show. As the movie progressed we all became more active than we had the first time around. Both women began to stroke our cocks when erections developed in our shorts. For our part, Nick and I cupped a breast from time to time or traced the inside of a warm thigh with our fingertips. A second round of drinks kept us all relaxed.

When the movie ended, we left the lights dimmed and spent a few minutes making out with our wives like teenagers, letting our hands roam all over their bodies. I began to think that they intended for as to fuck them side by side on the sofa. There was plenty of room.

Just as I slid a hand up under Amy's skirt, she pulled away. Seconds later Brenda did the same. Somehow they had exchanged a pre-arranged signal.

"We are going to repeat the contest we had last time," announced Amy, looking directly at me. "Brenda decided it was really a draw but I was too slow to act after you got your erection. So we're going to do it again." 

Nick and I exchanged grins. We were going to get blow jobs and then get laid. Neither of us could see any downside to that.

"We have a couple of things to do first," added Brenda. "Since you guys already know what the outcome will be, why don't you save some time by taking your shorts off now?"

With that, the women turned on their heels and left the room. I looked at Nick and raised my eyebrows. He just shrugged and began to remove his shorts and underwear. Within seconds we were seated on the sofa, naked from the waist down and feeling a little silly; me in my Pearl Jam tee shirt and Nick in his ancient 'Nixon Now!' tee.

After a couple of minutes the ladies returned. I don't know about Nick, but I was stunned. The women had been transformed.

Both were now wearing impossibly short pleated black skirts. At the other end of four splendid legs were some serious come-fuck-me shoes. Amy's were a new purchase. I had never seen them before. I didn't know about Brenda's.

They each sported a type of sleeveless blouse, also in black, that tied in a bow beneath their breasts, leaving their midriffs bare and exposing a generous amount of cleavage. Amy had a couple of these and I loved them. One tug on the bow opens the blouse to completely expose what is barely hidden inside.

The ladies halted their advance about four feet away. Obviously having choreographed their performance, they lifted the hems of their little skirts simultaneously to reveal identical sexy black lace panties. After giving Nick and me a few moments to admire the view, they slowly began to slide the panties down over elegant legs, once again ensuring that their movements were synchronized. When the filmy little garments lay loosely across their shoes, they joined hands and stepped clear of them together, leaving the tiny pieces of lace on the floor.

"It's time to get started," announced Brenda.

"On your mark!" snapped Amy.

"Get set!" answered Brenda with a giggle.

"Go!" both women said in unison and then stepped forward.

That's when things got very bizarre.

Brenda crossed in front of Amy and then knelt in front of me. Seconds later, Amy was on her knees in front of Nick. Nick and I looked at each other with wide open eyes, our chests heaving from the adrenaline surge, our hearts pounding against our ribcages as we realized what was about to happen.

Brenda and Amy also exchanged a look, smiled at each other, and then bent to their work.

I opened my mouth to protest and then thought better of it as Brenda's soft lips wrapped around the head of my cock. A glance over at Amy revealed that she had pulled her long hair to one side so Brenda and I would have an unobstructed view of Nick's cock in her mouth.

I couldn't imagine how the contest would proceed. Nick and I were already rock hard; the effects of the movie, the subsequent groping, and the prospects offered by the ladies' costumes having long since taken their toll. The sight of the curly blonde mop of hair bobbing up and down in my lap was spellbinding, as was the view of Amy's efforts on Nick's behalf only three or four feet away. 

It was now obvious that the contest idea was a sham; a ploy to keep us in the dark until the last possible second.

Oral manipulation continued for several wonderful minutes, although the women were careful not to bring us too close to the edge. Low moans from Nick and me were testimony to their skill.

My head was resting on the back of the sofa and my eyes were shut when it suddenly occurred to me that the women might not swap places once again just before the finale. I felt uncomfortable with the idea of Amy mounting Nick, but the thought of Brenda lowering herself into my lap caused my pulse to race to a new high. I decided to keep my eyes closed and await the outcome.

Brenda finally stopped what she was doing and released my cock. A rustle of clothing and other sounds announced that both women were on the move. I kept my eyes firmly closed, waiting to find out who I would end up with.

Movement on the sofa told me the ladies were getting into position. Then a hand grasped my cock and guided it into a hot wet pussy that I instantly knew wasn't Amy's. Nor was the soft throaty sound of pleasure that accompanied her descent.

My eyes snapped open. Brenda had settled onto my cock. A quick glance to my right revealed that Amy was lowering herself into position on Nick's. He and I just stared at each other, speechless, for a long moment. Neither woman moved.

"If you gentlemen want to continue, why don't you untie our blouses?" Brenda said as she smiled at me and then at Nick.




The Contest



"Or we can end this now if you guys would rather stop," added Amy with a radiant smile of her own.

Once again Nick and I exchanged lengthy, silent looks, each of us trying to deal with what we were seeing and doing.

I broke eye contact first. Turning my attention to Brenda's blouse, I untied the bow and pulled the blouse apart to reveal two magnificent breasts. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Nick doing the same.

It's a funny thing about breasts. They are all constructed from only two parts; a globe of flesh and a nipple. And yet there seems to be infinite variation from one woman's breast to another's. I have rarely seen two identical breasts, even on the same woman. The breasts now confronting me were high, round, and firm with prominent pink nipples. Just like Amy's, only different. A slightly altered shape here, a tiny mole there, a subtle difference in skin tone, and probably a handful of other miniscule variations made them uniquely Brenda's.

Unable to resist, I reached out to fondle both breasts at the same time, lightly brushing her nipples with my thumbs. A soft moan complimented me on my technique and then Brenda began to move in my lap. A quick glance told me that Amy was already in motion while Nick gently teased her nipples.

From Brenda's energetic ride on Nick's cock the last time, I expected her to shift into high gear immediately, but she established a slow, measured rhythm that I knew was intended to make our encounter last. 

Brenda and Amy exchanged a quick glance and small smiles, perhaps to reinforce their intentions to take their time.

As it turned out, neither woman was able to stay with the game plan. With everyone watching everyone else, their arousal quickly shot upward. What they were doing and what they were seeing proved to be more than they could handle. Within a couple of minutes, both women were vocalizing the pleasure of their rapid climb toward orgasm. As the room filled with the sounds of their arousal, they began to pick up the pace and were soon rocking their hips frantically to rub their clits against the base of our cocks.

I grasped Brenda by her waist, adding my strength to help her move, and noted Nick was doing the same for Amy. Both women were trying to stifle screams as they shot upward toward what I knew would be thunderous orgasms.

Amy came first. A long, high-pitched cry echoed in the room as she went over the edge. Brenda followed seconds later, adding her own wail of pleasure to Amy's sounds of release. A muted roar from me and a loud groan from Nick announced that we had just filled each other's wives with heavy, pulsing spurts of cum.

The women collapsed onto our heaving chests, all of us trying to remember how to breathe for a minute or two.

Eventually the ladies began to stir. Brenda smiled as she rose up on her knees, giving me a brief glimpse of the tuft of blond fur between her legs as my cock slipped free. A dribble of cum oozed down the inside of her left thigh. A moment later she joined Amy who had already dismounted and was standing in front of Nick.

"You guys wait here," Brenda ordered. "We're going to go clean up."

Nick and I sat there, just as we had at the beginning, naked except for our tee shirts, our cocks how at half-mast.

"I don't know what to say," ventured Nick.

"I don't either," I replied. "So let's not say anything just yet."

Nick and I began to pull our underwear and shorts back into place. By the time we finished, the ladies had returned and demanded a nightcap. Pinot Grigio seemed like a good idea, so I went into the kitchen to open a bottle.

Thirty minutes later, Brenda and Nick departed for home. Amy and I met in the shower and then proceeded to have the most extraordinary sex of our lives, finally falling asleep in each other's arms well after midnight.

****

The next morning at breakfast, Amy was more than happy to discuss recent events. Her friendship with the uninhibited Brenda had unlocked something inside her that stripped away all reluctance to engage in out-of-character sex and then talk openly about it. I was thrilled.

"Where should I start?" she asked.

"From the beginning?"

'Well, as you might guess, Brenda came up with that idea. I was horrified at first. Fucking you in front of Nick and Brenda was one thing, but fucking Nick was an entirely different matter."

"Brenda obviously persuaded you somehow," I offered.

"She had a pretty good argument. If I was willing to give Nick a blow job - and she was more than willing to give you one - you guys would have an opportunity to call a halt to everything before we went the rest of the way. Eventually, I decided that I could go through with it if you gave me permission by allowing me to continue."

"What made you think that Nick and I would go along?"

"We didn't know for sure, but we decided to go ahead with our plan. If you guys cooperated, you'd be giving consent. If either of you balked, that would have been the end of it. But you didn't, and the rest is now history."

"Yeah, but my eyes were closed. You ambushed me. I didn't exactly get a vote," I replied with a grin. "And I'll have you know that I almost stopped everything just as the blowjobs were beginning."

"Why didn't you?"

"I figured that you and Brenda swapped places for the blowjobs just to shock us and you'd trade places again when it was time to fuck. Later on it occurred to me that you might not swap and I decided to let everything go in whatever direction you and Brenda intended. I was already inside Brenda before I knew for certain what was happening. I don't know what Nick was doing."

"Just like you, he had his eyes closed. I don't think he had a clue until it was too late. Would you have stopped everything if you had known in advance?" 

"I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not," I replied. 

"I don't think you would have. I'll bet that just the thought of fucking that gorgeous little blonde bombshell would have tipped the scales," Amy said with a wide smile.

"Okay, so how about you and Nick. Is there anything going on there that I should be concerned about?"

"Not at all. Nick is just a friend. Brenda feels the same way about you. Nothing romantic is involved. What we did last night was a huge turn on for me but it had very little to do with Nick. Watching you and Brenda, and knowing you were watching me with Nick was what pushed me so high. I made good use of Nick's cock, just as Brenda did with yours, but it was just a tool. The intensity of my orgasm was driven almost entirely by the watching."

"Do you want to do it again?" I asked, suddenly realizing I wanted her to say yes.

"Yes I do," she answered. "I imagine Brenda and I will be planning our next get-together within a day or two, assuming that no one is having any second thoughts."

"No second thoughts here," I stated. "But I am feeling the need to practice a little. What would you say to a quickie?"

"C'mon big guy. Show me whatcha got," Amy said as she arose from her seat and strolled down the hallway toward our bedroom, her hips moving provocatively.

****

Work got in the way so I did not see Nick until the middle of the following week. The ladies talked frequently but Nick and I weren't about to discuss what happened over the phone. I wasn't sure exactly what we'd say to each other, but it would have to be face-to-face.

On Wednesday I invited him to join me at the pub for a beer after work. I got there first, grabbed a booth for a little privacy, and ordered a Stella Artois for each of us. Nick joined me a couple of minutes later, setting his laptop on the seat next to him.

"I still don't know what to say," he started. "I've been thinking about what happened all week but I don't know where to start talking about it." 

"I know what you mean," I agreed, "but I think we should just get it out on the table and see where we stand."

"Okay. Do you have any regrets about what happened?"

"Not at all. I kept thinking I ought to be angry or something, since I was watching my wife fuck another guy, but I'm not having any problems with what we did."

"Me neither," Nick responded with a smile. "And you may recall that I was watching my wife fuck another guy too. In fact just thinking about it during the week kept getting me cranked up. Brenda and I have had a lot of sex since Saturday night. And I mean lots of sex."

"It's been the same with Amy and me. We've thought about it and talked about it often, which turns us both on, so we've been fucking our brains out."

"What do you suppose the women will come up with next?" Nick inquired.

"I've been giving that some thought. Maybe we ought to take charge for the next get-together," I answered. 

"Good idea. Do you have something in mind?"

"Actually, I do. Fire up your laptop." Nick did so and a minute or so later his computer was ready.

"Now Google 'Sybian' and see what pops up."

A few key clicks. A lengthy pause. More clicks. And then,

"Holy shit!" Nick exclaimed. "How did you find out about this thing?"

"I read about it in an article I stumbled across online. Looks pretty intriguing to me. If the article is correct, a woman who straddles that machine is virtually guaranteed to have an orgasm; more than one if she chooses to keep riding. As long as there's no power outage, you're looking at unlimited stimulation."

Spinning his laptop around, I typed in a link and turned the unit back to face him.

"Take a look at this video," I directed, "but keep the volume down or we'll have lots of company in the booth."

"Jesus H. Christ! Brenda would love one of these things," he rasped after watching the video for several minutes in which machine characteristics and operation were explained and then a gorgeous model demonstrated its use. 

"Amy would too," I replied, having watched the clip a half dozen times while imagining her riding the device.

"I think I know where this conversation is headed," Nick announced with a grin.

"These things are pretty expensive, but I think it'll be worth it.

"Okay, so we each buy one. Then what?"

"We go to Victoria's Secret, buy the girls something sexy to wear, and then announce that they're going to participate in the next contest."

"Contest?"

"Hell, I don't know, maybe which one of them cums first. It doesn't really matter. The whole contest idea has only been a means of justifying what we've all been doing. No matter what we call it, I think we're in for one hell of an evening if we get the machines and they perform as advertised."

"Okay, I'm in. Let's each order one. They'll come in handy at home too," he added with a grin.

"Fine with me. Shall we order them now with your computer?"

"Absolutely," responded Nick.

And so we did; choosing to have both machines shipped to my house by express freight. I always get home before Amy and would take control of the shipment. Another beer each and then Nick and I went our separate ways for the evening.

"You're kidding, right?" asked Amy after dinner when I told her Nick and I would be in charge for the next go round.

"Nope. You and Brenda called the shots the first two times. Now it's our turn."

"What do you have in mind?" she inquired with a slight smile, letting me know she was already intrigued.

"None of your business. We'll tell you what you need to know when you need to know it," I answered with a wide grin.

****

The machines had not arrived by the weekend, so the four of us enjoyed more traditional entertainment, although the women kept pressing for information about what Nick and I had in mind. They were unsuccessful so both pouted for a while but gave up when they realized we were not going to relent.

I arrived home Monday afternoon a full hour before Amy was likely to show up. The two large boxes piled up on the front porch were quickly hustled up into the guest room above the garage. We rarely went up there, so I felt the place would be safe enough while Nick and I became familiar with the machines. A quick call to Nick informed him of their arrival.

On Tuesday, Amy called my office to tell me that she and Brenda were going shopping after work and would be eating dinner out someplace afterward. Nick and I would have to fend for ourselves. Two minutes later I was on the phone with Nick.

"Meet me at my place right after you get off work," I ordered. "We'll play with the machines and then go grab a bite to eat."

"Roger," he said and clicked off.

Sybian was simple to set up and operate. Within a couple of minutes Nick and I installed the attachments and ran the machines through their paces. Rotational and vibrational speeds were impressive and we both agreed that the ladies were in for a treat. One or more orgasms seemed to be a guaranteed outcome.

"Now all we need is a new porno flick," offered Nick.

We both knew about an adult movie and novelty store a few miles away but neither of us had ever been inside.

"I'll drive," volunteered Nick, and we jumped into his car.

Just as we started our turn into the parking lot, Nick suddenly jerked the wheel and stomped on the accelerator.

"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" I asked with alarm.

"Brenda's car is parked in front of the store," he answered a little breathlessly.

"Oh shit," I muttered.

"Let's swing back around and find a place to watch the lot," Nick suggested, having recovered pretty quickly from the shock.

I agreed and Nick went around the block, soon finding a parking place secluded enough to be reasonably certain we would not be detected.

We didn't have long to wait. Within a couple of minutes, Brenda came through the door with Amy close behind. Brenda was carrying a small parcel.

"Well, I'll be damned," I muttered. "Amy told me they were going shopping, so I guess this was at least part of what they had in mind."

"I guess now we know where Brenda has been getting the movies," Nick added. "I wonder why she didn't just order something from the internet."

"Probably to avoid having you see the charges on your credit card statement. She obviously wanted her purchases to be a secret. I'm sure she pays cash in there. We certainly will."

Less than a minute later, the women had pulled out of the parking lot and disappeared around the next corner. Nick and I waited for several more minutes and then drove around to the front of the store.

A dizzying array of videos confronted us, so we took our time browsing. Eventually we selected one that featured several of the actors whose performances we had found so stimulating in the past.

Fifteen minutes later we were back where we started. Satisfied with our purchases of machines and the video, we stashed everything in a closet and went to out for pastrami sandwiches and beer. 

"Here's what I have in mind," I started when our food arrived. "We go to Victoria's Secret like we talked about and buy our wives something to wear that turns us on. Then we do our normal Saturday night thing with dinner and a movie to get everyone in the mood. We will have already hidden the machines somewhere close by in the house. When the movie is over, we hand our little Victoria's Secret bags to the ladies and tell them to go change. While they're gone, we position the machines in front of the sofa, remove our clothing, and take a seat."

"Sounds good to me, but what if they refuse?"

"They won't. They know we're planning something, which probably already has them pretty worked up, and the movie will get them primed. When they see the machines, they'll figure out pretty quickly what they're for," I replied.

"Okay. We'll tell them where to sit, so to speak, and show them how to operate the controls. They'll take it from there," Nick said with a grin. "Now, the only question remaining in my mind is what happens when they're finished with the machines."

I gave Nick a measured look and then provided the answer I knew he was expecting.

"Then we get laid," I said with a smile.

"By whom?" he asked with a smile of his own.

"That will be up to the ladies," I responded, but we both were fairly certain we knew how the evening would end.

****

Nick and I did our Victoria's Secret shopping independently a day or so later. On Friday morning, we informed our wives about dinner plans for Saturday night that would lead to the usual gathering at our house afterwards for drinks. Curiosity was killing the women but they knew we weren't going to divulge any details.

When Nick and I returned from playing golf on Saturday morning, the women were off somewhere so we moved the machines into a closet off our family room.

After dinner that night we returned to the house, I made the usual pitcher of martinis, and we settled in to watch the video we had purchased. This one was the best any of us had ever seen, so we were all in a fever pitch within fifteen minutes and didn't make it to the end before I stopped the show.

"Hey!" protested Brenda.

"Sorry ladies, but it's time to move on," I replied as Nick and I reached over the back of the sofa to retrieve our Victoria's Secret bags and present them to our wives.

Amy hefted hers in the air with a thumb and forefinger.

"Not much in here," she said with a sultry smile.

"No, there's not," I responded and received a wink in return.

"I suppose you guys would like us to go change," offered Brenda.

"That's what we had in mind," Nick answered.

When the two women left the room, Nick and I sprang into action. Within a couple of minutes we had the machines positioned on the carpet a few feet in front of the sofa, applied a generous amount of lube to the appropriate parts, and stripped off our clothes. 

Moments later, Brenda and Amy re-entered the room and stopped short when they spotted the equipment while Nick and I stared in open admiration at our wives.

"Wha...what the fuck?" stammered Brenda. Amy was speechless.

"Ladies, meet Sybian," I said gesturing at the machines in front of us.

The purpose of the machines was not much of a mystery to the two smart ladies. They didn't know exactly how they worked, but they fully understood that they were about to mount the devices and something pleasurable was going to happen.

"Amy, please take your place on the machine," I requested. "Just pretend you're straddling my lap."

"You too, Brenda," Nick said, pointing to her Sybian.

I had purchased a black lace outfit for Amy that consisted of a filmy little skirt that dropped no more than an inch or two below her pussy. The matching top tied at her throat with a single ribbon and fell loosely just below breasts that were now rising and falling rapidly with anticipation.

Nick had chosen a red teddy that revealed almost everything Brenda had to offer. She too was beginning to hyperventilate.

Exchanging small smiles, both women stepped forward and dropped to their knees above their respective machines.

Pulling the hem of the little skirt up to her waist, Amy slowly lowered herself onto the short thick appendage extending above the surface of the seat. A quick glance at Brenda revealed that she had unsnapped her teddy and was doing the same thing. Both women wiggled a bit to find the most comfortable position.

Nick and I, now fully erect, started the machines at a very slow speed, handed the simple control boxes to our wives, and then settled back onto the sofa to watch the show.

It turned out to be a show none of us would forget for the rest of our lives. Nick and I watched, fascinated, as the women began to experiment with the controls.

Sybian provides intense stimulation, both clitoral and vaginal. When a woman is properly positioned on the machine, a cock-like instrument can be made to rotate vigorously inside her pussy while the entire mechanism is capable of very powerful vibrations. 

Understandably, our wives were a little cautious at first but began to respond almost immediately to the machines' movements. Both were wide-eyed as the first pleasurable sensations coursed through their bodies from the lower speed settings. Soft moans and murmurs soon became audible.




The Contest



The women were in no hurry, choosing to enjoy stimulation unlike anything they had experienced before. Nick and I just sat there, mesmerized by the ladies' reaction to the machines, our stiff cocks pointed toward the ceiling.

A full three or four minutes passed before each woman found a sweet spot and stopped manipulating the controls to allow her arousal to build slowly with ever-increasing vocal announcements of her progress toward orgasm. Sharp cries began to fill the room as both our wives began to grind their pussies into the moving mechanisms, as sure sign that they were approaching climax.

Amy was the first to reach down and adjust the controls for more vigorous movement. With a loud wail, she began erratic movements that told me she was nearing her peak. Brenda followed suit seconds later, clamping both hands over her mouth in an effort to stifle screams that were on their way.

The women came within seconds of each other, Amy making no attempt to control her vocalization and Brenda soon abandoning hers. Violent tremors wracked the two beautiful bodies as they went over the edge with identical shrieks.

"Make it stop!" cried Amy suddenly, apparently forgetting how to control the machine. I reached out, quickly grabbed the control box, and killed the power. Amy slumped forward, prevented from collapsing by clutching the base of the machine with her hands, arms trembling from the effort.

Brenda was looking wildly about in confusion, so Nick shut down her machine as well. Brenda let her head fall back and let out a long, low moan of satisfaction.

Assuming the women were finished with the machines and ready for the next act, Nick and I went to our wives to help them dismount, our turgid cocks bobbing in the air.

"No!" Brenda gasped. "I want more."

"Me too," panted Amy breathlessly. Nick and I looked at each other, shrugged, and returned to our seats.

Apparently finding her teddy too confining, Brenda pulled the garment over her head and cast it aside. Amy untied the bow that held her top together, tossed the filmy garment over her shoulder, and cupped a bare breast in each hand. Rolling her nipples between her fingers, she gave me a languid smile.

Having regained their senses, both women reclaimed the control boxes for their machines, applied power, and made some adjustments to the controls. A faint humming sound told Nick and me that the devices were doing their work at slow speed. But not for long.

Amy let out of soft moan, shifted the position of her body to maximize the pleasurable sensations, and then turned both vibration and rotation controls to their maximum settings. A sharp cry announced that her machine was doing precisely what she wanted.

Seconds later, Brenda ran her controls up to the highest speed and let out a long, throaty moan in response.

Nick and I watched, once again mesmerized, as our wives rode their machines toward what we knew were going to be crushing orgasms. Continuous cries of intense pleasure filled the room as the women rocketed upwards toward their goal.

Brenda went over the edge first, screaming as violent tremors coursed through her body. Amy was only seconds behind and then matched Brenda scream for scream as identical orgasmic tremors sliced through her.

"Oh God," Amy rasped as she slowed her machine and then switched off the power.

"Oh fuck," moaned Brenda as she did the same.

Both women remained where they were for a full minute before showing signs of revival.

"I need help getting off this thing," whispered Amy. "Help me Nick."

"Me too," Brenda added breathlessly as she held her hands out in my direction.

Those simple sentences told Nick and me all we needed to know. I stepped across to help Brenda rise up on her knees and dismount to lie on her back beside her machine. A quick glance at Amy confirmed that she had taken a similar position, raising her hips to allow Nick to remove the bottom of her flimsy ensemble.

Both women then opened their legs invitingly to reveal pussies that were pink, swollen, and dilated from the energetic stimulation they had just experienced.

"Fuck me," they both commanded in unison.

"Oh yes!" exclaimed Brenda as I eased my swollen cock into her hot, wet center. A few feet away, Amy let out a soft moan as Nick entered her.

We took our time, moving slowly, allowing the women to establish a tempo that suited them as they moved their hips in rhythmic response to our gentle thrusting. Minutes passed and the time was filled with soft murmurs and muted cries announcing the ladies' slowly growing arousal.

Since watching was an essential part of the evening's agenda, Brenda and I paused often to glance over at Amy and Nick, who spent an equal amount of time observing us. Husbands and wives made frequent eye contact with increasing excitement evident throughout the long, pleasurable minutes.

Eventually the physical and visual stimulation overwhelmed us and we began to lose control. The finale was fast approaching.

"Harder!" ordered Brenda and I picked up the pace to begin thrusting with greater speed and force. A sharp cry of approval was my reward.

A quick glance told me that Nick was beginning to hammer into Amy as well, her cries encouraging him to continue.

The sounds of flesh striking flesh filled the room, competing now with continuous yelps and squeals from two women who were counterthrusting wildly against our surging hips.

Amy came first, letting out a high, keening wail while Nick continued to pound his cock into her for a few seconds before letting out a loud groan as he lost control. 

Brenda dug her fingernails into my back and let out a piercing shriek, her pussy rhythmically clenching my cock as she went over the edge, taking me with her.

All of us remained where we were, trying to get control of our breathing. A minute or so later, Nick rolled over to lie by Amy's side. I withdrew my dripping cock and took my place beside Brenda.

Eventually, both women got to their feet and announced that they were going to go clean up and that they would be thirsty when they returned. I rolled over to watch them depart, a little unsteady on their feet, their inner thighs glistening wetly in the muted light.

I pulled on my shorts before padding into the kitchen to open a bottle of Chardonnay and fetch four glasses.

Nick was dressed when I returned, looking a little bashful. I knew how he felt. This time around we had orchestrated the evening's festivities and then gleefully fucked each other's wives once they made their wishes known.

Moments later, the ladies returned, now fully dressed, to claim their wine. Other than slightly flushed cheeks, neither woman showed any outward signs of having had multiple orgasms only a few minutes earlier.

"Mmmmm, good!" announced Amy as she took a sip. Brenda nodded her head in agreement.

Brenda and Nick left a half hour later. We had filled the time with idle conversation; none of which pertained to what we had just done.

**** 

Over coffee the next morning, Amy and I shared our thoughts about the previous evening, which had included sensational sex after Brenda and Nick departed. 

"I guess Brenda and I had better get busy planning our next adventure," announced Amy as we cleared the breakfast dishes. "We've agreed that next time will be at their house and we'll have to put our thinking caps on to rival what you and Nick pulled off last night."

"I guess you'd better," I replied, "But in the meantime, how about a little morning sex?"

"You are very presumptuous, sir. What if I had other plans?"

"Change them," I ordered, taking her hand and leading her off to our bedroom.

****

As it turned out, Amy and Brenda did not get a chance to plan the next encounter. On Tuesday of the following week, Nick and Brenda were notified that they were being transferred to new jobs in Singapore. It was a significant promotional opportunity for both of them; far too sweet a deal to decline.

Preparations for their move took center stage and we had no more time for sexual experimentation. Before we knew it, movers had cleared out their house, their cars had been shipped, and we said our goodbyes at the airport. Both women were in tears. Amy and I watched them go through security and then disappear from sight.

We never saw them again. We stayed in touch for a while through e-mail, texting, and the occasional phone call, mostly because of the women, and then contact with them dwindled. Within a year there was only an exchange of Christmas cards. Multiple time zones and eighty nine hundred miles of separation tend to blur friendships.

The few weeks of four-way activity with Brenda and Nick turned out to be our only extramarital encounters so far. Amy and I secretly evaluate other couples we meet, but we have not yet identified any candidates that seem right for what we have in mind. Still, we keep looking.

In the meantime, we continue to make good use of Amy's Sybian. Watching her ride the machine is an incredible turn on for me. Her orgasms are sensational and they always leave her wanting more. The more you get, the more you want, or so they say. That's where I step in.

****

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The Contest



It's like this. She's crazy. I can't think of any better explanation. I mean, who would even dream up such a thing except Julia? That's just the way she is. She knows what she wants, and she knows how to get it.

It started innocently enough. I arrived home from work about 8:00 p.m. – a little later than usual – and found my wife and her two closest girlfriends halfway through their third bottle of red wine. It was some site. There was Julia sitting in the middle of the ivory leather couch, her long blond hair hanging in her face, the gorgeous curves of the tops of her tits just barely peaking out through the top of a pink floral tank top, and a grin across her face like the Cheshire cat. She's incredible. My wife. She's absolutely the most beautiful, sensual creature in the world.

To Julia's left sat Terri. Terri and my wife had been in high school together. They were old friends. And they had a habit of getting together and getting drunk. Terri was still single – ten years after high school – having had a long line of boyfriends break her heart. For my part, I couldn't imagine how a man could even think of dumping her. She's hot. She was leaning into my wife, giggling like a schoolgirl as I walked into the house, wearing a pair of the shortest shorts I've ever seen. They left nothing of her legs to the imagination. Her long, tanned legs were crossed neatly at the ankles, and a loose-fitting t-shirt was draped over her somewhat smaller rack. It's amazing how opposite the two of them are. Julia's pale white skin and blonde hair next to Terri's amazingly dark tan and silky, nearly black hair. 

"Max. Have a seat!" It was Jenny who called to me. She was sitting to Julia's right. Jenny works for my wife, and they've become very close in the two years they've been working together. Jenny's fiery-red hair always startles me because it's so amazingly different than my wife's long blonde tresses. I've secretly wondered if Jenny had a fiery-red personality to match the hair on her head – and many times fantasized about the fiery-red hair I guessed she had downstairs. It was odd seeing the three of them there. The blonde. The brunette. The redhead. The three sexiest women I knew, and they were all different. So much for having a 'type', I guess.

I took a seat. The three of them giggled and eyed me. "What's up?" I asked, innocently enough.

"I was just going to ask you the same question," Julia replied. The other two giggled again.

"Had some wine tonight, huh?" I smiled. I poured myself a glass, finishing off the third bottle of Merlot.

"Max…" My wife trailed off.

"Julia?" I looked at her smiling.

"We were talking about our bodies, Max."

"Oh. Is it girl-talk? Do you want me to leave?" 

"Oh God, no," Jenny piped up. "Please. Stay."

"We were hoping for your expert opinion, sweetie." Julia winked at me.

"Ah." I slipped my shoes off and kicked them to the side of the room. "How can I help?"

"But you have to be honest," my wife piped up. "You can't pick me just because I'm your wife. You have to tell the truth, ok?"

I didn't know where this was going, but I had a hunch it was going to be fun … wherever it ended up. "I can do that," I replied.

"Okay." Julia said, grabbing for the fourth bottle of wine. "You start, Terri."

"Who's prettiest?" Terri asked. My wife was still fumbling with the corkscrew, so I took it from her nonchalantly and – trying to be cool and calm – worked the corkscrew into the bottle as a cast my gaze over each of the lovely creatures before me.

"Tough one. You want me to be honest, right?"

"Yes." It was Julia, again, who piped up. I think she was afraid that – since she was my wife – I'd pick her. The problem was, wife or not, she was the hottest. 

"The thing is," I topped off each of the four glasses, "I am being honest. It's Julia. And not just because she's my wife. It's that hair, hanging in her face. It drives me wild. And her skin is so, so smooth. Don't get me wrong. I think you're three of the hottest ladies I know. But if I could only have one of you, I'd pick Julia."

"That's not fair!" Julia piped in. "It's not about which one of us you want. Just which one of us is the prettiest."

"Well, my dear, believe it or not, I still say you." I took a swig of wine.

"My turn," Julia piped up. "Who's got the nicest tits?"

"Oh my." I pretended to be embarrassed, and the three giggled like schoolgirls. "You'll have to forgive me if I stare for a moment," I smiled. My wife's breasts I knew quite well, so I focused first on Terri's. Her loose-fitting t-shirt was making it virtually impossible for me to size her up. "Terri, I can't really judge yours since your—"

Before I could finish the sentence, she lifted her shirt over her head. No bra. Just two absolutely beautiful c-cup breasts dangling before me. She tanned in the nude. Clearly. No bra straps. Wow. Such a stark contrast from my wife's pale skin.

"No fair!" Jenny called. She was busy unbuttoning her blouse. I looked to my wife. I know she like to play games, but I was unsure how far she wanted to take this one. She was busy removing her own bra, having already tossed her shirt to the floor.

My wife's breasts were slightly larger than Terri's, but Jenny's were the biggest. Jenny's – honestly – were a bit too big for my tastes – not that I wouldn't have loved to leap across the coffee table and take her nipples in my mouth at that exact moment, just that this was a contest, and I was trying to be fair. My wife's tits are lovely. And her nipples are the most perfectly suckable buds in the world, but there was something about Terri's beautiful, perfectly tanned c-cup breasts that I just couldn't take my eyes away from for long. 

"It's a tough call," I started, "But Terri takes this one." I smiled.

Terri winked at me as Julia explained to Jenny, "He's not a big tit man, sweetie. It's not you. I think your breasts are beautiful." She ran her hand gently across Jenny's mountainous orbs. 

Jenny turned to me and smiled. "Let's get down to business," she said, taking a drink from her wine glass. "Are you ready, Max?"

"For?"

"My Mother told me when I was 18 years old that I man can get lost in red hair. She said there's nothing sweeter in the world than the—"

"Oh my gosh!" It was Terri. She was clutching Julia's arm. "Julia? Are you okay with this? I didn't think we were going to take it this far."

Julia smiled. "I'm okay with it Terr. Are you?"

They were oblivious of me. "Oh God, yes. I'm so hot, Julia." She ran her hand absently over the crotch of her shorts. 

"Well, clearly Jenny's okay with it. The only one we need to worry about is Max" My wife looked me in the eyes. "I think what we're hoping you can determine for us, Max, is who has the sweetest pussy."

I tried to maintain as much of my cool as I could, but it was hard. My erection was pushing against my khaki pants, and it was growing by the second. "You're serious?" I asked.

"Well, you know. Blonde. Brunette. Redhead. We want to know if they taste different. We want to know who tastes the best. It's for science, Max."

"I'm game if you are," was my reply.

How quickly things progress. The next thing I know, I am sitting in an easy chair with a blindfold on, and the girls are whispering in the background, trying to figure out how they're going to ensure that they keep their identities hidden from me. 

"Okay, Max," it was Julia's voice. "Here comes girl number one."

There was a slight pause, and then I left someone pulling themselves up onto the chair. A moment later, a silky-smooth leg was on either side of my head. I took a deep breath, and could smell the delicious aroma that only a woman can make. It was incredible. I didn't know whose pussy it was, but the affect was instantaneous. I had to have it. I leaned my head forward, and my tongue instantly found her slit. 

"Ah!" A gasp escaped her lips, as my tongue traced the length of her slit. She was delicious. I knew this wasn't my wife, but I was trying not to figure out who they were. I was trying to play fair. My wife's pussy is incredible, but like wine, there's a subtle difference from one to the next; and I could have picked my wife's pussy out from any taste line-up. This wasn't her. 

Which made it all the more exciting. I found her clit with my tongue and gently circled my lips around it. 

"Oh, God!" I felt a hand on my head, and recognized Terri's voice instantly. 

"Okay. That's enough." My wife's voice, and then a gentle easing of pressure as Terri climbed off of me. "Got that one in your head, Max? Here come #2."

It was my wife. Don't ask how I know, because I don't know, really. But I could tell. I know the way she smells. I know the way her skin feels. I know how her thighs feel against my head. I found her pussy naturally. And it tasted like home. It's funny, but the familiar smell of my wife was more arousing than Terri's pussy had been. My erection was straining against my trousers, and I thought I was going to explode. I reached out to gently lick my wife's swollen lips, but the moment I made contact, she was already sliding off.

"Good enough for #2." Julia said.

As I felt someone's thigh on my chest, I heard Terri in the background. "God, Julia. You're so mean! He was just getting warmed up," she said. I was absolutely certain that it was Jenny who was now sliding her thighs to either side of my head.

The smell was intoxicating. It smelled like lilacs. It smelled like – I don't know what. But the smell was incredible. I found myself leaning in to get a better whiff, and it was my nose which first made contact with Jenny's pussy. She was sopping.

I lifted my chin and gently ran in along the length of her slit. Wow. Her pussy was the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. I darted my tongue into her slit.

"Ahhh!" Jenny exclaimed. "Easy there, Tiger." 

"Jenny! You're supposed to keep quite. It's a blind taste test, remember?" At that moment, I found Jenny's clit with my tongue, and gently wrapped my lips around it, sliding my tongue downward, tickling the entrance of her slit and gently rubbing the underside of her clit.

Jenny took a deep breath of air. "Oh my." She whispered. I darted my tongue quickly into her opening. Another quick intake of air. "Oh." She gasped.

I didn't want to stop. I was so turned on that I didn't want to stop. But I knew my wife was going to call the game over in a moment. I pushed my head upwards into her, and realized she was spreading her thighs, trying to re-position the pillow behind my head. I buried my tongue deep within her, pushing my nose gently against her clit, and she grabbed a hold of my head. 

"Oh Jesus," she said. "Please Julia. Don't make him stop. Oh God. Right there."

I was working my tongue in and out of her pussy, passing it slowly and gently over her clit on every third stroke or so. And then something wonderful happened. I felt the pressure of my trousers against my penis suddenly melt away. Someone was pulling my pants off.

I tried not to think about it. Choosing instead to focus on the delicious pussy that was just inches from orgasm. I gave Jenny all I could muster. I even managed to work one of my hands up to her pussy, using my index finger to massage the skin between her pussy and her butt hole while I continued to work my tongue in and around her pussy.

She was beginning to moan now. Repeatedly. Pushing her pussy into me with each trust of my tongue. She was fucking my tongue, I suddenly realized. And I was loving every minute of it.

I felt a pair of lips slowly ease around my already erect penis, and instantly knew they were not my wife's lips. This engorged me even more. I thought I was going to come right there. I slowly slipped the tip of my index finger into Jenny's ass crack as Terri buried her mouth over my penis. 

Jenny screamed in pleasure, and as her pussy began to contract against my finger, I knew she was coming. Jenny sucked in quick bursts of air, pushing her clit against my nose, pulling my head closer and closer to her, moaning loudly. Her orgasm lasted for a minute. Maybe two. The whole time, she shook and rocked and moaned like she was going to die at any moment. 

"Ah fuck me. OhmyGod. Ah shit. Ah shit." And then, it was over. She slipped her thigh from one side of my head and rolled off of the easy chair into the couch. 

"Jesus, Max. You're incredible." She said.

I sat up, and slipped my blindfold from my eyes. Terri was working my penis and doing a fine job, but I was suddenly worried that I'd not heard a peep from my wife during the whole of the Jenny taste-testing. I looked down, and was only a little surprised to see my wife was busy licking Terri's pussy as Terri worked my pole. 

It was too much. I had an incredibly sexy redhead lying next to me with her legs apart and her delicious juices still dripping from her pussy. I had a raven-haired beauty working my penis like a pro. I had a long-legged, blonde-haired beauty flat on her back, licking and sucking the pussy of her friend while her friend worked my pole. I was in sexual overdrive.

Terri began moaning into my prick. Apparently my wife was doing a fine job on her, because I could see that her face was beginning to flush crimson. I knew her orgasm was coming at any moment. She was a champ, though. She used her own growing sexual desire to fuel her work on my dick. She grabbed it with one hand and began to work the head with her tongue. I was in heaven. I knew I wasn't going to make it much longer. As I felt my muscles tighten, signaling the beginning of my own orgasm, Terri pushed herself up to ride my wife's face, all the time calling, "Please, oh please, oh please, Julia. Oh God, oh God, oh God." 

Jenny found her second wind, and had been propped up sideways on the couch. Seeing me so close, she instantly slid from the couch, and my penis was in her mouth as soon as Terri let go of it. Perhaps it was Jenny's talented mouth, or perhaps it was watching Terri reach orgasm while riding my wife's face; I don't know which, but my body began to shake.

I closed my eyes as wave after wave of numbness passed over my body and I exploded deep into Jenny's waiting mouth. She continued to put pressure on my head and on the underside of my penis, sucking every bit of come from me. My whole body was numb. It was the most incredible orgasm of my life.

As a came to my senses and sat up on the ottoman, Julia sat at the foot of the ottoman gently encircling one of my legs in her arms. "Okay," Julia said. "Max sampled both of you, and I think he picked a winner. Now it's my turn." She pushed Jenny down on the couch and was between her legs in a matter of seconds. And, if Jenny was going to protest, she didn't do it quickly enough. As soon as my wife's tongue touched her lips, she was moaning again.

Terri looked over at me and smiled shyly. She slowly slid herself up from the floor, pulling herself onto me. She kissed me first on the chin, and then on the lips, slowly sliding herself into position. I looked over at my wife, who glanced up from Jenny's pussy only long enough to wink at me and smile. Terry pushed my head back onto the chair as she slid her tight pussy around my growing shaft. 

Some contest, I thought. I think everybody won.



The Contest



Let the Contest begin. That sentence rings in my head every morning I wake up. It's like waking from a dream. But this was no dream.

It all started innocently enough, one Friday night, when I was walking home from the video store where I worked. (I was saving up my money for college.) I had just turned twenty and was looking forward to a weekend off. My parents had gone camping and I had a bag of pornos, and the house all to myself. Yeah, looking back on it, it was pretty sad, but since I was girlfriendless that was the best I could come up with. I was hoping that college life would change all that. 

I was just about home when I saw a blonde across the street from my house. Instantly, I thought I recognized her.

("Fuck, that can't be her! She moved away after high school," I thought.)

I heard a male voice from behind me say my name. Before I could turn around, a large sack was put over my whole head and I was picked up off the ground, as I struggled in vain, and dumped unceremoniously into a vehicle. I could hear tires screeching and it sure felt like we where moving quickly. Someone began tying my hands behind my back, while someone was sitting on my feet. I was doing my best to fight them off, but at 5'10" and 175 pounds I wasn't fairing to well against my larger opponents. I was also trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. I kept asking, "Why would some one want to kidnap me?" 

The same voice that I heard say my name, was telling me to "relax and calm down", but for the next half-hour or so I don't think I ever did. The vehicle finally came to a stop and I was picked up and carried like a sack of potatoes for what seemed like miles. I was being as calm as I could be, trying to figure it out. Then I was forced to sit down in what felt like a chair. I felt my hands and feet being quickly tied to it.

"Just fucking sit there and be fucking quiet!" I heard a strong booming voice yell into my ear, followed by a smack upside the head, as if I needed it.

I was starting to panic now, because I was hearing a lot of other voices around me. Not being able to see was driving me crazy. I could hear a couple of screams from time to time that would jar me, but somehow I managed not to pee my pants.

After what seemed like forever, my sack was removed, and water was splashed in my face. It was cold and startling, but, none the less, refreshing. While blinking my eyes, a cold towel was used to dry my face and when my eyes regained their focus I saw her.

("It was her," I thought.) 

"I see you recognize me," the blonde said, and then she moved behind me.

Yes I did, it was Alice Marsh. Alice used to live down the street from me. You could say she was the girl of my dreams -- unfortunately my dreams, not hers. We were even the same exact age, amazingly sharing the same birthday. I tried my best to befriend her throughout the years, but to no avail. 

One amazing moment in history, cemented us together forever. It happened in our senior year, shortly after our 18th birthday, at a house party. The only reason I was there (not belonging to the "IN" crowd) was because it was being held at my best friend's house. (His brother was throwing the bash.) When asked repeatedly, we simply wouldn't leave. It was our payoff for not telling his parents about the party. Well, it was a drinking party and as the night went on the party picked up. All the good-looking girls were there dressed their best. But the fairest of them all was the one and only Alice Marsh. 

You could say she was hard to miss. She was about 5'7" maybe 110 pounds. On this night, she was dressed in tight blue jeans and a small pink half sweater, unbuttoned at the top and bottom. Her face, made up to make her look like a movie star, maybe an adult movie star. You could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, and with breasts like hers, I guess she didn't need one. 

Every guy in the place was all over her, but while she seemed to love the attention, none of them were her boyfriend. They seemingly had no luck with her either, as it was a known fact that she only dated older, tougher guys. 

I was so busy checking out her wicked body that I didn't notice that she had caught me undressing her with my eyes. She motioned for me to come over. It was all I could do to walk over to her, as she was surrounded by a large group of onlookers, most of whom were laughing up a storm.

"What were you looking at?" She sneered. "What, you never seen a pair of tits before?" 

The group roared with laughter, after some time and much teasing, she finally held her hand up and the crowd fell silent. My face felt like it was on fire.

"What, cat got your tongue?" She teased, as she pulled on her sweater, her left breast nearly falling out. "I bet you never even seen a pair of live breasts before?"

What could I say? Because the fact was she was right. The only sex I'd had up to that point had been in my head, and the only naked women I'd seen were in the movies and magazines. And with the way she was teasing me, the English language was escaping me. 

"The only pussy -- your cat," Alice teased, standing right in front of me, blowing hot air against my lips, pressing her chest into mine. Honestly, I wanted to run away, but the group had circled around us. Plus her smell was intoxicating. I was staring into her sparkling green eyes, as her long blonde hair tickled my face. Since I had never actually been this close to her before, it felt like my head was going to exploded. I also lost all track of my environment. 

Suddenly she grabbed me, by both wrists, and slowly brought my hands up to her chest, pressing them slowly into her breasts. (Oh, how firm they were.) She also used her leg to rub my groin. Taking the bait, I was slowly applying more pressure, effectively feeling her up. When she let me slip my right hand into her sweater, I was in puppy heaven. I swear I felt her nipple harden under my touch. She pulled me closer. She began purring into my ear. The pressure increased. I had a feeling rushing through my body like I'd never felt before. My knees went weak. My body trembled. And it felt like all my blood had rushed into my groin area. She suddenly pulled my hands away, but kept a hold of my wrists. Simultaneously, someone from behind me pulled my baggy pants and briefs down, in one swift motion. I cried out in horror, as my erect penis sprung into the crowd's view -- cum still oozing from its head. Much to my surprise, it wasn't blood after all. The crowed roared with laughter. I quickly broke free, pulled my sweats up, and high-tailed it out of there.

Back at school, I was the talk of the hallways. As you can probably imagine, it was pretty humiliating having an orgasm in front of a room full of people. Especially, just from a little leg rubbing and from feeling someone's tits. Even if they belonged to Alice Marsh. Everyone had their knick-name for me. They called me "The Minuteman" or "Quick-Draw" or my least favorite "The Sperminator", but as time wore on and we finally graduated, life got a little easier. I even made the favorite moments part of the yearbook, several times. 

Most of my friends would just come up to me and say, "I can't believe you got to feel up Alice Marsh!" or stuff like that. It was kind of cool, I guess. But honestly, getting a date after that night was pretty tough -- hence my pathetic social life. Alice moved away after graduation, at least I thought she did. But now a couple of years had passed, and here she was again, back in my life. But still, "why would she kidnap me?" So it was the first question that I asked. 

"She didn't kidnap you...we did!" A booming voice roared.

I was quickly spun around, and was now facing two rather large and imposing looking men. They were dressed in leather and covered in tattoos. I tried to ask another question, but someone came up from behind me and gagged me with a some cloth. 

The larger of the two men spoke first. He told me that I wasn't going to get hurt if I played along and did a good job. He had a powerful voice that sent shivers down my spine. He introduced his partner, Hack Saw. 

Hack Saw did most of the talking. He introduced the rest of the gang and I did the best I could to keep calm and listen to him, even though I was scared as hell. There were four guys and five women that I could see, but I knew there were many more around me. He introduced me to Tank, (he was the first man who spoke, and I must say he was built like one, too.) The other two were named Crazy Dave and Flash, but they didn't do or say much. They were busy fondling the large breasts of one of their (chicks) as they call them. The five girls or chicks, were Candy, Dippy, Dee Dee and Alice. Oh, the other one that the two other guys were working over, well, they just called her "our bitch." 

All the girls were dressed like the proverbial biker chick. Lots of leather and lots of skin. But again, Alice stuck out. She was still beautiful. Her hair was short, all most spiked and blonder than ever. She wore tight leather pants and a black silk like top that clung to her body. So clingy that you could see each of her nipples poking out. I felt my groin stir.

("Oh no...not again," I thought.) 

Hack Saw grabbed me by the shoulder and slapped my face a little. "Listen up buddy, and I'll tell you why we picked you up today."

He pulled up a stool next to me. "Listen and listen good, cuz we don't have much time. You have to believe what I'm about to tell you is true and is going to happen, as much as you're not going to believe it. We picked you up because we needed a guy to enter 'The Contest.' You see it's a contest against our brother bikers...we do this every year. There are five teams each has four or five brothers and four or five chicks...See...."

He spun me around and for the first time I saw what was behind me. There were groups of bikers huddled around in small groups like we were. They were all different shapes and sizes. I also noticed that we were in some sort of old barn. There were two large beams. One with five ropes hanging off of it, which got my heart racing, and the other thing that got my heart rate up was what was hanging from the other. Dangling with her feet just touching the ground was a young blonde woman, dressed only in a small black bra and matching panties. Hack Saw spun me back around.

"I see you saw what we are playing for. She is something else. She goes to the team that finishes first, with a shit load of cash. We need the cash and we want the girl, so listen up good," Hack Saw said, and so far he was right about me not believing my ears. "Here goes...like I said it a contest and Alice has specifically chosen you to represent us, because it has to be someone outside of the gang." 

("Why would Alice choose me?" I could only wonder, but didn't ask.)

"You saw the ropes hanging down from the beam? Well, all five teams have one victim. Don't worry, we're not going to hang you or anything. But you will be hanging from your wrists. Your feet will just hit the ground...like hers. The pain in your wrists won't be that bad. Plus, you'll have something to take your mind off of it. You see it's a 'Blowjob Contest.'" Hack Saw finished with the first smile I saw. I just looked at him in disbelief.

"I know...settle down...we aren't terribly inventive. It's some rich dudes idea of a little fun. Well, Alice told us of your little history together and we're hoping things haven't changed," he said, as he laughed.

("Man, am I ever going to live that down?" I thought.)

"You see it goes like this: the first team that can get their guy to blow his load wins. But, before you get all hot and bothered, let me tell you how it works. This is what makes it a little interesting," Hack Saw said, as he moved his stool even closer, so close that I could smell the cigarettes on his breath. 

"When all five of you are tied up and hanging from the beam, we will select one member from our team. She will be doing the blowing. Oh, before that, another will pull your pants down for yah. But anyways, now when the gun goes off, the chicks start blowing, it's that simple. But listen, there are rules, not that we like them, but for this we have to follow them. You can't have a hardon before we start or be leaking pre-cum. So stay calm beforehand and then when you finally cum, which we hear doesn't take you so long, you have to cum in her mouth, so she can turn around and show the judges. Oh yeah, nobody is allowed to talk once the contest starts. 

"Now stay with me here, there are five teams so there are five places. So if you notice one guy blow, stay with it, because it goes right down to the end. I guess I should tell you the prizes for each place just so you know, because right now it might sound real easy. I mean, who doesn't like a good fucking blowjob, and one thing our chicks can do it's suck a mean one."

He paused to take the gag out of my mouth and give me a sip of beer, which was much needed, as I was overheating from his spiel so far.

"Now, the first place team, they win the grand prize -- the cash and the girl. Don't worry about the girl now, no one hurts her, if she behaves. Plus you have more important things to think about. I'll tell you about second, third and fourth in a sec, but let me tell you about last place. The team that can't get their guy to spew, is fucked. I mean our chicks are all fucked. You see, the chicks on the last place team have to visit all the other team's clubhouses and do whatever their asked to do. Some of the clubs have fifty fucking members and they're into some hardcore shit. Let me tell yah, the chicks on the last place team are never the same again."

I was looking at the girls as Hack Saw said this, and I could tell that they all had fear in their eyes.

"If you limp out, I'll kill yah myself!" Candy, the toughest looking of the chicks, suddenly barked, as she ran her finger across her throat.

"You mean," I managed, before being cut off by Tank. 

"If we lose our chicks...you lose your fucking head."

I guess, I started to panic at this startling revelation, because I just remember being slapped across the face.

"Ok, now you see the down side," Hack Saw said, after the slap.

("Down side!" I inwardly screamed, as my stomach tossed and turned. It felt like I was about to be physically ill.)

"And fourth place ain't no good either. Their chicks have to go around the barn tonight, buck naked, while offering a free blowjob to any guy who wants one, and we don't want to have our girls coming back with us covered in cum, unless it's our own. So for punishment we'll leave you hanging up there and after, the chicks can take their frustrations out on yah." 

I looked to Alice for help, but she just said to relax and try to put it out of my mind. (Yeah right...relax...while I was just informed that this could be my last night alive! You know that joke about, dying happy, well it's not so funny when you're starring it right in the face.)

"And what about third?" I asked with a gulp. 

Well third ain't that good, and it ain't that bad. Our chicks are saved and we still get the free bj's from team four and we get the last place chicks for one night, if there is anything left after the first and second place teams get to them. That's where we finished last year, so we are looking to improve this year."

"Second?" 

"If we finish second that's not that bad, but remember we want first. For second we get new sleds and we get first crack at the free bj's from the fourth place team and the second weekend with the last place team's chicks. Look, it's not like we want to fuck all of their chicks or anything, but there is something about fucking another club's chicks. Plus, there's some stuff we can do to them that we don't do to our own chicks, if you know what I mean." 

I really didn't at that point, but one could only imagine. 

"But remember that we want to be first, because it's a ton of cash and we get a smoking chick and you can never have to many hot babes." 

Hack Saw finished his speech, and lined up the five girls, who looked none to happy. "Now quickly, we have to decide who is going to do the blowing."

Each of the girls looked at me and I could tell they were nervous and from the sound of the rules they had a lot riding on "The Contest" as well. As for me, I was shaking like a tree. Heck all's I had riding on it was my life. 

"Well, which one do you want to give the blowjob?" Hack Saw asked, this time with his hand on my shoulder.

"You want me to pick?" I asked, surprised as hell that he would let me pick, and I could tell the girls were also surprised. He just snapped his fingers at them.

"Yeah and hurry up, it's almost time, just pick the one that you think will make you shoot the fastest. I mean, they're all good cock-suckers, but it might be that little extra that helps."

I looked over the girls, still stunned. They were all hot biker babes, but I couldn't get past Alice. Plus, the way she was looking at me, with pleading eyes, I knew she didn't want to be the one. Honestly, that turned me on. I guess even with my life on the line, I figured a little payback was in order. Plus, I have been dreaming of having Alice for years, just never dreaming it would happen like this.

"I guess the b-b-blonde...Alice," I mumbled.

"Fuck!" Alice snapped. "I found the fucking guy. Shouldn't that take me off the fucking hook?"

"Shut your fucking hole!" Tank screamed. "If the guy wants your lips, then you're our best hope at winning." 

I was still sitting, tied into my chair, when Hack Saw grabbed Alice's arms and began tying them behind her back, as she was still protesting.

"Oh, she can't use her hands," Hack Saw said.

One of the other guys started untying me from the chair when Tank gave me a pat on the head and asked. "Is there any thing else you can think of that will help you along? I really want to win this year."

I looked over at Alice, who had her hands tied behind her back, her little shirt riding up her breasts with every breath.

"Well, I can think of one," I managed, without a smile.

"I'm listening," Tank answered.

"Well, it would help a lot if I could see her tits," I whispered, trying to not let Alice hear me.

"Shit, that's all," Tank spat. "Heck, if we win, I'll even let you fuck the shit out of her...for one night she's all yours."

"What!" Screamed Alice. "No fucking way! Bad enough I have to suck his cock."

"You fucking heard me!" Tank said, grabbing Alice by the face. "You fucking do what I tell you and don't fucking forget it, Bitch. The fucking dudes been dreaming of your tits for years. Heck, he blew a load just touching them. So here's what we're going to do, right before the gun goes off at the start, I'll rip your top off. This ought to give us a head start. Fuck, there's nothing in the rules against it." 

Alice pouted, but Tank just made a fist and thrust it in front of her face, and her whining stopped.

The next thing I knew I was being hung up by my wrists. I don't know why I didn't even think to try and get away. I guess I was a little turned on by the whole thing. I guess you could say I was risking my life to be with Alice. 

I had to stand on my toes to stop from swinging, while the rope was digging painfully into my wrists. I looked to my left. The other four guys were also in place. I noticed a couple of them were openly crying and a couple of them were still gagged. I was starting to get really nervous now. It didn't help that the guy next to me was panicking. He was screaming against his gag. It seemed to me that some of them were fearing for their lives as well. It also hit me that I was the youngest one of the group. 

I could hear rain drops hitting the barn's roof, as the barn door slid open. In walking a man dressed in a three-piece suit, along with two huge bodyguards carrying automatic weapons, one holding an umbrella. Following him were five men, pushing five black motorcycles, into the barn. The crowd roared. The well-dressed man climbed onto a wooden stage that was off to the side. He raised his hand into the air and the barn drew quiet, eerily quiet. 




The Contest



The well-dressed man took off his suit jacket and addressed the crowd. "Welcome Bikers of the Northeast. I'm glad you could make it this year. I'm glad to see so many familiar faces once again. Looking around, I see that our contestants are in place and I know you saw the second place bikes roll in. Ah yes, I see our Grand Prize managed to make it as well. This year our prize is a special one. Her name is Allison. She's nineteen-years-old and still a virgin. Well, at least for now, but the best part is that her father is a well-known A.T.F agent." 

The crowd broke into applause. I noticed the girl squirming about, but she was just swaying back and forth. All eyes seemingly focused on the girl. I even watched with some reluctant excitement as a huge man approached the hanging girl and pulled a large knife out of his sheath, quickly cutting off her bra and panties, as the barn erupted with cheers. I noticed a gold chain connected to each of her nipples, and that she lacked pubic hair. 

A large women knelt down in front of the girl and seemed to lick in between her legs. "Yep, virgin pussy!" She cried out, and the barn erupted, again.

It took a couple of minutes for the barn to quiet as they seemed to enjoy watching her naked body squirm about. She did have quite the body, yet I felt bad for her. I couldn't even imagine what they planed on doing to her or what she must have been thinking.

One of the bodyguards fired a volley of shots into the air, which didn't help my nerves any, before the well-dressed man started again. "I also have the cash for the winning team," he said, holding up a shinny suitcase. "You'll find that I've been extra generous this year, having had a good run on Wall Street." More applause. 

The well-dressed man held up his arms to let the crowd calm.

"LET THE CONTEST BEGIN!" He screamed out, and the crowd roared with approval.

Looking to my left, some of the other guys were squirming around like fish out of water. I did notice, however, that the guy on the opposite end of the line was looking pretty calm about the whole thing, so I figured he was my main competition. 

Things were moving quickly. My team gathered in front of me and Alice was put into her place. She was kneeling about ten feet away from me. I looked down the line as the other four girls were also kneeling in front of their guys. The girl right next to Alice was huge. She must have been two bills easily, but looking at her crew behind her, she was the smallest one of the bunch. The girl next to her wore a bondage uniform, complete with spikes and shit. While the girl next to her was wearing a schoolgirl uniform and had her hair in pigtails. But she was no schoolgirl, she had to be in her forties.

It was the last girl that I was worried about. She was stunning! She had long blonde hair that fell over her body, and what a body it was. She was wearing one of those super small bikinis that was really just three patches strung together. The last guy was watching her as a couple of other girls were oiling her up. I guess they had a plan, too. He suddenly looked at me with a smile when our eyes met. 

("Ah shit." I thought. "But common you have wanted Alice forever and in a couple of seconds she is going to have her lips wrapped around your dick." I suddenly felt my dick jump. "Ok, at-a-boy just stay focused, for once in your short life you can be happy that you're a quick shooter.") 

Candy caught my attention when she came over to me and pulled down my pants. My underwear quickly following. She tucked the bottom of my shirt into the top and pulled it through.

"Just think of how long you have wanted this," she whispered into my ear. I quivered when she pulled my package out from in between my thighs. She went back over to the group, as I was trying to get over the embarrassment of being exposed to the group of strangers. I took some comfort in the fact that with all the abuse I took over my party incident, no one ever said I had a small dick or anything like that. I began to gaze into Alice's green eyes, trying to focus and block out what was going on around me. 

("Fuck, if it worked a couple of years ago," I thought, as my gaze shifted to her full red painted lips.)

I heard the well dressed man scream ready, and with that, Tank ripped off Alice's top, revealing her firm large breasts with shiny silver dollar nipples. They looked better than I ever imagined. The plan was working already as I felt my dick churning. I was worried about jumping the gun, but (bang) a loud gunshot was fired into the air, and with that the five girls scrambled, on their knees, forward. 

I watched as Alice's tits shook with every motion. I looked down and watched as her sexy mouth engulfed my twitching cock. She used her mouth for suction at first, like she was trying to swallow it. She was also swirling her tongue around it. I was relieved at how quickly my cock became hard. It helped that Alice really knew what she was doing. She pumped her head back and forth, as slurping sounds filled the barn. Even given the circumstances, I couldn't believe I was actually receiving my first blow job, from my dream girl. I could feel my body quiver, it felt better than I ever imagined it would, and in a few minutes, I was getting close. Alice could sense this, I think, because she clamped down hard with her lip-covered teeth, while quickly jerking back and forth. Her tongue was also hard at work. The feeling was erotically intense. 

I'll never forget Alice's green eyes looking up at me, as I fired a shot of cum into her mouth, about the same time I heard a voice scream "first." Alice spun around a split second later, the judge behind her holding two fingers up over her head. My head was still a little foggy, but my crew behind her seemed pleased. I was even surprised to see Tank give a quick smile. The other chicks were hugging each other. I looked down at Alice who had a relieved look on her face. And yet, I was little disappointed at how I just missed first, and my chance to fuck Alice, by one second. That feeling went away however when Alice's lips returned to cock. She lovingly milked the rest of cum from me, but mostly she just licked it or sucked the head in her mouth. I was startled when I heard a voice bark out "third." Lost in my own lust, I forgot the contest was still going on. 

Alice suddenly pulled away and looked down the line. I was a little disappointed, but I looked down the line as well, and boy was I surprised at what I saw. The judge standing behind the bondage girl had one finger raised in the air and the judge standing behind the heavy girl next to me was holding up three fingers in the air. It was down to the last two -- the schoolgirl and the gorgeous girl in the skimpy bikini. I glanced down at Alice at this point, some of my cum still dripping from her lips and chin, still not believing it. 

I turned my attention back to the contest. The guy in front of the schoolgirl had a look of panic on his face. He was by far the oldest one in the group of contestants. He had to be in his fifties, so I got the whole schoolgirl thing, but it just wasn't happing for him. The last guy in the row, who was so confident before the contest, was having his own problems. I could quickly see why. He was hung like a horse and the gorgeous girl, with her hands tied behind her back, was having trouble fitting and keeping his cock in her mouth. She was trying, but she could only get the head into her small mouth. I guess she wasn't a deep throat expert. She might have looked like a model, but they needed a porn star for this guy. 

I continued watching, until the older schoolgirl spun around, cum dripping from her lips. And since she had finished fourth, there was plenty more of that to come.

The barn broke into bedlam, as the contest was deemed official. People were yelling and screaming, some where celebrating, some where crying. My crew gathered around Alice and me. The girls were thanking us for taking them off the hook and the guys were congratulating each other. Probably thinking of the bikes they had just won, and the fact that their chicks were spared.

My chair was rolled back into place and I was thankful to finally be cut down. My wrists were just starting to bleed. My hands numb. As I crashed down in the chair, the guys sprayed me with beer. I just sat there with my head in my hands. A feeling of great relief running through my body. A few tears probably being shed, too. 

"Hey kid," Tank said, lifting my head up. 

"I hope you don't have any plans this weekend, 'cause you do now," he said, as he poured some beer down my throat.

("Wow, what else could happen to me?" I thought, as more beer was poured over my head.)

Candy suddenly sat on my lap, rubbing her tits in my face, promising to make me into a man.

Hack Saw just looked at me and smiled. "I guess you won't need those porno flicks this weekend after all."

"No, he'll be staring in one!" Candy said, and I felt my groin stir again.

"Let's take him back to the clubhouse for the initiation," I heard Tank say, before Alice protested. "But you said only if we won."

"But we won new rides, that aught to be worth one piece of pussy," Tank said, with growl. "Who says that he'll pick you?"

"Hear that?" Candy purred into my ear. "Your dream might not be over after all. But you have to do her in front of the whole gang!"

I gulped.

The End

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The Contest



As I stood in the room with the other girls, I was thinking that I was really stupid. I had let my girlfriends talk me into this and I was too flustered now to try and back out of it. Mary, Linda and Diane had thought it would be a great idea for us to participate in the wet T-shirt contest but when I had signed up for it they backed out and left me the only one. I had noticed their smiles, wolfish smiles, when they backed out leaving me the only one of our group signed up. God, I wished I could just walk out, but they would be on me unmercifully if I did. I sighed to myself and looked at the T-shirt that I had been given. Then I looked at the other girls who obviously had done this before or had seen one before. They were busy cutting their shirts down and trimming them to be more risqué. I was feeling pretty stupid since I had no idea what to do. I wasn't even feeling very good about taking off my top and bra in front of them. Finally one of them noticed me and walked over.

"First time in one of these?"

"Yes, and I feel pretty foolish and dumb too."

"Give me your shirt and I will fix it up for you."

Dumbly, I handed her my T-shirt and watched as she cut off the sleeves. Then she cut the trim at the neck and held it up to me. As she measured it against me, she looked at me and smiled. Then she cut off a good chunk on the bottom and handed it back to me.

"Just get this on, and when you get on the stage, go with the flow. The guys out there will be happy with just about anything."

I smiled at her nervously and turned my back to the room. With another sigh, I took off my top and bra and slipped the T-shirt on. I looked down and saw that it didn't cover much of me. There was a wide strip of my skin between the bottom and my shorts. I turned back to the room and looked at the other girls. I was glad that I was small on top. A couple of the girls were pretty big in the chest, and when they were wet their boobs were going to be pretty obvious. I bent down and took off my shoes, wanting to keep them dry. Then I sat on a chair and waited for my name to be called. I was hoping to be the last or that the MC would not have my name so I wouldn't have to go out there.

One by one the girls names were called and we could hear music and cheers through the walls of the room. As each one came back I looked at them. They were soaked and you could see their nipples. I was starting to get very nervous. I was trying to remember everyone from my school who had come to this area for Spring Break, but I couldn't remember anyone but my three so-called friends who had backed out on me. If I saw any guys that I knew, or even girls other than my friends, I was going to be pretty embarrassed. Hell, I was going to be embarrassed anyway. I wished that I was at home or maybe that I had drunk more. Wasn't alcohol supposed to suppress your inhibitions? Suddenly I heard my first name called and I almost jumped. Then I looked at the door and a man was motioning to me. With dread in my mind I walked slowly to the door. He took my arm and led me to some stairs leading to a stage. I could hear cheering and screaming and I nervously walked up the stairs. Another man took my arm again and led me to the corner of the stage were a college age guy was waiting with a water hose. They faced me into the corner and sprayed cold water all over the back of the shirt and all over my shorts. It was freezing! Then I was turned around and he sprayed my chest and the front of my shorts. Soaking wet, my hand was taken again and found myself a the center of the stage. Music was blaring behind me and I could see a sea of faces in front of me screaming and cheering.

I knew what I was supposed to do and for once I let my body's responses take over. I started dancing and let my legs and body take over. As I did, I looked down and saw that my nipples were erect from the cold water. They were poking against the fabric and I blushed, realizing how visible they were. Mary, Linda and Diane were yelling in front of me. I could see them at the center of the stage down on the floor. I let my dance moves take over and just tried to block everything else out. But I couldn't help but hear shouts of "show your tits" coming from the crowd. I tried to focus on the faces in front of me and to shake a little more. It was starting to get to be a rush for me, with all the guys cheering and yelling at me. I was such a mouse and to have so many guys cheering because I was on stage felt sort of good to me. I turned and let them see my butt in my soaked shorts and moved it for them, getting even more cheers but they kept yelling "show your tits" and I was not going to do that, not for anyone. I did, however, put my hands over my boobs and simulated squeezing them for the guys and that got a real cheer for me. I was starting to get into this. I had never got this much attention ever before in my life. I kept dancing and swaying my hips and tried to shake my tiny boobs for them. It was kind of nice to have the feeling of power I felt. 

Then, all too soon the music was off and the MC was next to me, his arm around my shoulders. He asked my name, my school, if I was here on Spring Break and some other things. He held his microphone so everyone could hear my answers. Then he asked me if I was going to show my tits to the crowd. I blushed again, and shook my head no, smiling. No way was I doing that I thought. How little did I know my friends and their plans for me. He asked me again, trying to get me to flash, but I kept saying no. For every different way he asked, I shook my head no and smiled sweetly. Then he told me to remember that it was a three round contest with $200.00 at stake to the winner, announced my name again to the crowd of mostly drunk college guys and I walked off the stage. I was not going to show anything for any amount of money, I thought. What I was doing was enough to keep my friends off my back. At least I was on stage, they backed out.

I got to the room that we all started in and looked around. There were seven girls, soaked and dripping. Some were looking as shy as me, others a little more blatant, but I felt I was holding my own. I wrung some of the water out of the shirt and the girl who had helped me came over.

"How do you feel?"

"Oh god, I don't know. It was sort of a rush to be up there. I certainly didn't expect to feel the way the I do. I was figuring I was going to be mostly embarrassed but I am excited too."

"Yeah, it's some kind of trip, isn't it? All those guys, a lot of them we wouldn't be with on a bet and it is a turn on."

"What happens now?"

"Well, there are two more rounds, so we'll have to go up two more times, then the crowd will be asked to vote. Then one of us will be the winner, second, and third place."

"Who do you think will win?"

She smiled at me and then laughed.

"Whoever is willing to do the most on stage."

"I don't understand. What do you mean?"

"Well, some of these girls will show their tits and some may even take off their shirts. Whichever one is the boldest will probably win."

I must have looked like a fish out of water; my mouth was open so wide.

"You can't be serious!"

"Oh yes, at least one, probably two or three or will take off their shirts. For $200.00 won't you?"

"Absolutely not! 

As naïve as I was, I didn't figure on how mean my friends could be. 

As the girl's names were called and they went on stage to the roars and cheers, I sat on my chair and watched as they came back. The first two came through the door and I could see that their shirts were torn down the front. Then the third one came back topless and I gaped at her. I couldn't believe that a girl would do that. The fourth came back with her shirt in one piece and then the fifth was topless. I was getting nervous again. My friend had gone on stage for her turn and I knew that I would be next. Even with my nerves I resolved to go through with this. My friends would tease me unmercifully if backed out now. My friend came back with her shirt torn down part way and it was now my turn. I swallowed my nervousness and marched up to the stage. Once again I was sprayed back and front and in no time I was center stage again, hearing "show your tits, show your tits". I smiled as sweetly as I could I started dancing again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mary, Linda and Diane being boosted up on the stage. As soon as they were on the stage with me, they converged on me and started dancing with me. I felt a little better with them there at first, until Diane got a grip on my arms. I was starting to turn my head to tell her to let go when I felt someone grab the top of my T-shirt and tear it down the middle. I shrieked as I felt the cool air hit my nipples and the shirt was pulled down off my shoulders and left hanging behind my back. My boobs were completely uncovered. Mary grinned at me, then she spoke.

"Keep dancing. Just keep dancing."

Diane still held my arms and I tried to get away and cover up but she was stronger than I was. Linda took one of my arms and the two of them moved to my sides. Mary was dancing in front of me, with me and she smiled at me nastily. Then she reached for the button on my shorts. I must have had had a panicked look on my face but I was like a mouse caught in a trap. They were holding me so I couldn't get away and couldn't stop them. Linda's hand went up my arm and she pulled the shirt off that arm. Quickly Diane did the same and she tossed the shirt into the crowd. I was hearing a roar of approval from the guys in front of me. I was blushing and trying to get away from Mary, who by now had my shorts unbuttoned. With all the water that had been sprayed on them, they were sagging and my panties were showing. Mary hissed at me. I looked at her and she smiled wickedly. Her hand grabbed my zipper and I felt it slide down. My shorts were hanging on my hips and I was really embarrassed. Then Diane and Linda grabbed them on each side and pushed down. Now I was really embarrassed. My shorts slid down my legs until they were pooled around my ankles and my panties were the only things I had on. The roar got louder and louder. Diane and Linda bent down and they lifted one foot, then the other and got my shorts off me completely. Now I was hearing the crowd yelling, "show your bush, show your bush". Diane lifted my shorts above her head and twirled them around, and then she tossed them into the crowd. I was so red faced. Mary pushed me up to the front of the stage and then the three of them quickly slipped off the stage into the crowd once more. I stood with my hands over my boobs and blushed so much. My panties were full of water too and were sagging and I didn't know if I should grab them with one hand and try to cover my boobs with the other. But even with my embarrassment, I was getting a rush of pure power. I knew that everyone of the guys out there wanted me and me alone now. They wanted me to show my tits and even more. I certainly wasn't going to do that, but the excitement I felt was exhilarating. The MC was asking me to show my tits. I turned and let them see my butt with my soaked panties sagging down. I wasn't sure, but I thought the top of my butt crack was showing. I rolled my hips and let my butt shake for them. I was enjoying this too much. Finally I turned back to the crowd and slowly let my hands slip down. I was showing my tits! Even if they were little ones, the guys seemed to like them and the roars of approval was music to my ears. I was excited, very excited. I danced a little bit, showing them what they wanted to see and then dashed off the stage to loud roar of approval. When I entered the room, the girls stared at me in my panties and some glared at me. My friend came over to me.

"Not going to show off? You have sure surprised me."

"God, that is a rush! But I still can't believe I am doing this."

"Where are your shorts?"

"Oh my god! One of my friends threw them into the crowd!"

"I hope that you don't want them back, because you will never see them again."

With those words I sat down, blushing, realizing that she was right. My shorts were gone forever. I looked around for my top and bra and couldn't see them. 

"Where is my top and bra? I left them there."

I pointed to the table where I had set them.

"Oh oh. A blonde came in here and took them."

"Oh shit, this is all I have of my clothes."

We both looked at my soaked underpants. The first girl was called and she left as I tried to wring the water out of my panties. The other girls left were staring at me, some with hostility at how much I had shown the crowd already and seeing their looks, I resolved not to go out for the third round. How could I in only my underpants? How could I go anywhere now? I looked around the room and there was nothing that I could use to cover myself and I started to get scared. How was I going to get back to our hotel in just panties? The first girl came back and looked at me with a smug look on her face. She had nice sized boobs, much bigger than mine and she was down to her panties also. As the others went on stage, I sat nervously, my mind racing, as I tried to figure out how was I going to get out of the bar dressed as I was. Every girl but one came back topless and a second one had stripped to her panties also. My friend came back in and my name was called. I sat and didn't move. No way was I going back on that stage. Shortly after my name was called the second time, Linda and Diane came into the room.

"Get up and get out there. You have to go out one more time if you want to win."

"I'm not going out there like this. I don't care if I win. How am I going to get out of here without being arrested?"

"You're going on stage. C'mon girl."

With that they grabbed my arms and dragged me to the door and up the stairs. I was trying to cover up but they held my arms down and I saw Mary waiting for me with her hands behind her back. She had that nasty smile on her face and my stomach lurched. What more could she do to me? Linda and Diane led me to the guy with the water hose and I was drenched once more. Immediately my panties began to sag down on my hips and the guys were cheering loudly as they saw me. My two friends took me to center stage and held me there, exposing my little boobs. 

"Start dancing, stupid."

I began to dance, covering my boobs with my hands, blushing ferociously. My panties were hanging on me, but barely. Once I started dancing, though, the cheers and yells made me feel like I had the power once more. I started to give little flashes of my boobs and I really was getting excited. My three friends were dancing with me and I smiled at them. Mary danced behind me and I felt a touch on my hip. I started to reach down to grab my panties, but I didn't realize that she had cut them with pair of scissors. The waistband was cut through and my panties were sliding down. I frantically grabbed for them but I missed as they slid further and further until they were laying on the stage. I dropped both my hands to cover my pussy and started to turn to run off the stage, but they grabbed me once more. My boobs were out in the open as I held both hands over my pussy. Linda and Diane each grabbed one of my legs and Mary pulled both my arms back. I was looking out at the sea of faces in front of me, all of them, all the guys out there were cheering and yelling. I was so embarrassed; my face was all red. Mary made sure that I couldn't cover my boobs by holding my arms back and as Linda and Diane lifted me by my legs, my stomach lurched once more. I knew what they were going to do to me. The lifted me easily. I was the smallest of the four of us by far. When I was lifted up and was high enough that even the guys in the back could see me; Linda and Diane pulled my legs apart. I wanted to die, I wanted to fall through the stage, and I wanted to be anywhere but here. They did it slowly, listening to the guys screaming as my legs opened. I was naked. I was being held up in the air in front of hundreds of guys. Mary reached around me and cupped my boobs and thumbed my nipples as I felt my labia pull apart. I wanted to die. They were showing me, showing all of me to the crowd. I turned my head so I did not have to look at the crowd. Linda and Diane paraded me to all three sides of the stage, holding my legs wide open, showing my pussy to everyone. My nipples were stiff and poking out from the cold water and Mary's fingering. My pussy felt wide open, wide enough that I felt people could see inside me. I was blushing very hard. But, I was extremely excited. I couldn't understand the feelings that I had. I shouldn't be excited; I should be embarrassed and ashamed. I was a little, but I was even more excited. They turned me and held me just like they had for the crowd for the MC and guy with the hose and all the other guys on stage. Everyone had a look at me, at my naked body, my pubic hair, my bush, my labia and even inside me, my boobs. 

It took me a bit, but with how excited I was and with the realization that nothing I had was a secret anymore, I turned to Linda and then Diane telling them to put me down. They both grinned at me and lowered my feet to the stage. I got the three of them beside me.

"Dance with me."

As I said that, I started dancing, this time with abandon, because I knew that there was nothing, not a part of me that was a secret anymore. I was blushing, but unashamed and I danced on that stage with no thought of covering myself. Now, after it made no difference, I didn't care what they saw. They had seen it all anyway. I turned so my butt was facing the crowd and shook it for them. I bent over so they could look at my pussy between my legs. As I did that the MC squatted in front of me and looked up at me. I grinned at him and straightened up. Then I spread my feet apart a little more and tilted my hips forward. He stared right at my pussy and then looked up at me and grinned. I danced over to each man on that stage and let him look at me, look at any part of me that they wanted to see. I was pretty much out of control. Even without the water that had been sprayed on me I knew that my pussy had to be wet. The music kept playing behind me and I kept dancing. I even bent over and kissed several of they guys in the front row, making sure that my knees were open so they could see my pussy. God, I was excited!

Finally the MC turned off the music and called for the other girls to come on stage. I stood to one side, naked with my hands on my hips, smiling at any guy that yelled at me. The other girls came up and two were pretty shocked to see me standing naked, three were openly hostile, and one left when she saw me. My friend from the contest came over to me and gave me a hug. We grinned at each other. 

Then came the voting. The MC would hold his hand over each girl's head and ask if she was the winner. When he did it to me, I started dancing and danced from one side of the stage to the other. I didn't care anymore. And, I felt very free. I saw Linda, Diane and Mary in front of the stage; applauding and cheering for me, which made me feel pretty brave. The MC made sure that he went through the line of us three times, keeping me and the topless girls out as long as he could.

Needless to say, as the only naked girl on stage, I won the $200.00. As the six of us remaining walked off the stage, it dawned on me that I didn't have a stitch to wear. I stopped by one of the guys and asked him for a large T-shirt. He stood and looked at me, looked me up and down and then with a grin, gave me one. I dashed into the room and stripped as much of the water off my skin with my hands as I could. I could hear muttering from the others. I was called a slut, a whore, softly, but loud enough that I could hear. I didn't care. I slipped the T-shirt over my head and tugged it down. It reached to the middle of my thighs and even if my nipples and bush showed through it at least I wasn't naked anymore. My friends came charging in and hugged me, telling me that they hadn't planned on doing what they did to me, but I seemed to be so into it that they went further. I hugged them back and smiled at them. I was at peace with the whole night and since the bar was still open for another hour, I said let's go get some drinks.




The Contest



We barreled out of the room and into the bar. I still got some cheers as I walked to the bar and ordered for the four of us. Mary paid for the drinks and we found a table, which was soon surrounded by guys, all of them drooling. I flushed again but sat back to enjoy the attention, something I never got at home or at school. The guys didn't flock around me, because I was plain and I didn't have boobs. But now that I had been naked in front of them, I was the queen and it felt good. I wondered to myself how many guys had seen me. It was an exciting thing to think about. Now that all these guys were around I was glad that I wasn't a virgin, even if I hadn't had sex that much before now. I was thinking that maybe, just maybe; I might be able to get a cute guy for at least part of the week. Grinning to myself, I looked around at the guys surrounding us and wondered to myself, what else could I do for this kind of a rush? My mind started to run through possibilities and I smiled at a cute guy who was smiling at me. God, this could be fun, a lot of fun I thought to myself.

Should this be continued???



The Contest



"OK., I'll bite. What's a toilet roll test?" I asked. Little did I know what fate asking that one question would lead me to. My name is Charlie, and that night I found myself at a party with my girlfriend and three other couples. We had been drinking all night and the conversations had gotten onto the topic of sex. Just prior to asking that question, we had been talking about bachelorette parties, and Rose, relating what she thought was a more disappointing experience, had just said, "Yes, he took it all off, but I couldn't believe it! He wouldn't have passed the toilet roll test!" At which point all of the girls dissolved into laughter, while us guys all looked on mystified.

Rose looked at me, "You don't know what that is?" I shook my head. "What about the rest of you guys?" she asked, looking around. Again, more negative responses. "Well," she said dramatically, "the toilet roll test is what separates the men from the boys. Basically, you take a toilet roll and try to fit it over the erect penis. A MAN's penis will be longer than the toilet roll and too thick for it to fit, a LITTLE BOY's penis will fit inside completely." At this point she lost her composure and dissolved into giggles with the rest of the girls. 

After the usual responses, "She said penis, heh! Heh!" all of the girls started talking about 'packages'. Not particularly to our liking, we quickly got obnoxious and started talking about 'hooters' and 'hot chicks'. At this point, the girls had moved into the living room, leaving us in the kitchen talking. After a few minutes they all got very quiet. Of course, we didn't notice right away, but then Tony called out, "Hey! What's going on in there?" Rose replied, "Tony, you and everybody come out, we want to talk to you."

Grumbling about being ordered around, we all traipsed into the living room, where the four girls sat on the couch. Judging by the looks on their faces, they had been conspiring. Now Rose, Tony's girlfriend was the ringleader, she was a Hispanic gal, about a C cup, with a large butt. Laurie, my girlfriend, was also Hispanic, but she only had A Cups and a more slender, almost boyish build. Lisa, Tim's girlsfriend, was almost six feet tall, with a bigger frame, blonde hair, and generous, D cup breasts. Rounding out the group was Mary, Ed's girlfriend, also blonde, with C cup breasts.

"We're having a contest." Rose announced. "What kind of contest?" I asked. The other girls started giggling, "A penis size contest." Rose stated. Boy did that get our attention! "And what if we think that's a load of crap and we won't do it?" asked Tim. Rose looked at the other girls, who all gave her the thumbs up, "Well, she said, then none of you get sex for a week." At this point we all erupted into the conversation, but no matter what we said, our girls remained firm. After it had died down, Rose continued, "but, if you all do it, then I guarantee you will all get at least a blow job tonight, in this house."

"Well, hell, then I'm in!" shouted Tim. Not wanting to show any hesitation and matching his bravado, I seconded his motion, with the other two following suit. "Great!" said Rose, "now here are the rules. Each girlfriend will take her respective man into the bedroom where the length and circumference of his erect penis will be taken." In response to our questions, she added, "each girl will need to take a digital shot of the measurements to make sure nobody cheats. After that, each man gets a blow job from her girlfriend." Rose had to stop for a minute due to our cheering. "Are you finished?" she asked, continuing, "OK. The blow job is necessary so you guys will return to a normal state so we can measure you flaccid."

Ed spoke up, "So, what do we win?" Rose smiled, "Well, we will be measuring you flaccid, erect length, and erect thickness. The winner will be the smallest in each category. By doing the three categories, we will probably have three or two winners, so you get to share the glory. The one, or ones, who don't 'win' any categories, get another blowjob from the girlfriends of the losers, one blowjob per man." Rose paused, "Now, the winners, well, the smallest flaccid guy has to wear panties for a week, the smallest in length gets his pubic hair shaved, and the smallest in thickness has to wear a buttplug for a week, but, pardon the pun, only when he's at home."

By this time we were all surreptitiously checking each other out, wondering how big we all were. Tim was the biggest guy, standing well over six feet and built. I was probably the next biggest, much broader but only about 5'11". Tony was about my height, but a bit skinnier, and Ed was the smallest, sporting a tight wiry frame. I figured I'd lose to Tim for sure, but didn't think I would be on the short end of the stick, pardon the pun, for any of the measurements.

We all filed into the bedroom, one couple at a time and did the deed. I must say, I think we all enjoyed the blowjobs very much. After we came out, Rose took all the slips of paper and announced, "Drum Roll please!" Amid much fanfare, she continued, "I will read off the results, and my able assistant Laurie will tabulate the winners. As an added bonus, pictures will be taken of all the winners showing off their, ahem, attributes!" We all stood, I suspect somewhat nervously, awaiting.

Rose began, "Tim! Flaccid, 4 inches, Erect 7 inches by 5.5 inches. Tony! Flaccid, 4.5 inches, Erect 6 inches by 5.25 inches. Charlie! Flaccid, 3 inches, Erect 4.75 inches by 4.25 inches." I winced, I guess I was smaller than I thought, but I was still confident about beating Ed. I paid attention as Rose finished, "And finally Ed! Flaccid, 3.5 inches, Erect 7 inches by 4.75 inches."

I couldn't believe my ears! Laurie looked up at me in embarrassment, and I felt my face turning red. Rose picked up the notepad and looked at it, and then looked at me, smiling, "Well! We have a result no one expected! It seems Charlie won all three categories!" I could feel everyone looking at me, and I heard at least one of the girls snicker. "As a reminder, this means that little Charlie gets shaved bald, AND has to wear panties and a buttplug for a week, and Laurie owes our three guys blowjobs."

As I stood there, absorbing this turn of events, the other three guys were high-fiving, and Tim turned to me, clapping me on the back, "Hey there Charlie! Thanks for taking the hit on this one, we all appreciate it." Judging by the looks on their faces, it was already obvious that my peer status has dropped among the guys. Looking at the girls, they weren't saying anything, but the looks on their faces said it all. Rose and Lisa both had openly condescending smiles, Mary was trying not to smile, and Laurie wouldn't look at me.

"OK." Began Rose, "let' start with a group photo, guys, if you could please strip." All three of them dropped clothing like it was on fire, while I slowly peeled off my clothes. Finally naked, I got a good look at them, and everyone was checking out my equipment. To add insult to injury, I was so nervous, my dick was still flaccid and had shrunk up even more, with my ballsack pulled tighly against my body, forcing my flaccid penis to stick straight out. All the other guys, however, were all sporting what seemed to me to be huge erections and smiling broadly.

Lisa spoke up, "My, my, you ARE a really tiny guy, aren't you Charlie? You look about the same size as my cousin's toddler." She paused, smirking, "and in a few minutes, you'll look JUST like him, all small and hairless." To my horror, I felt myself getting hard. Lisa's eyes widened, and Mary gasped, "Oh my gosh! He's getting turned on!" Looking at Laurie, he mouth had dropped open and I could tell her mind was working furiously to digest this new twist. Lisa continued, "Hmmm…does Charlie like getting teased about his small pee-pee? Is Charlie excited about being shaved and showing all his friends how small he looks without any hair?" My ever stiffening erection betrayed my true feelings.

Rose flashed a predatory smile and picked up the digital camera, "Well, that's good, now we can have a true comparison photo, our three men next to the little boy with his baby pee-pee all stiff." I couldn't believe how this humiliation was turning me on, I was now as stiff as a board, but looking down, it was obvious that I was much smaller than anyone else. There was a flash as my lack of size compared to everyone else was recorded on the camera. Rose paused after taking the photos, "You know, maybe we shouldn't be so harsh, after all, maybe our three guys are just exceptionally large, we should check little Charlie against an objective standard."

Laurie suddenly stood up, "I know, let me go get a toilet roll." Looking at her, our eyes met briefly, and I saw, to my chagrin, that even Laurie was now sporting that condescending smirk. As Laurie went to the bathroom, Mary spoke up, "Now don't lose that little hard on of yours Charlie, although a tiny little pencil like that probably doesn't take much effort to maintain." Laurie quickly returned, toilet roll in hand, and walked over to me. "OK, my baby, time to see how tiny you really are." She said, and then she started lowering the toilet roll over my erect penis as Rose snapped pictures. "Hmmm," said Laurie, "it just slips right over it, no trouble at all, and here we go, all snug against the base….whoops! You're pee-pee barely even sticks out the end! I guess this confirms it honey, you have a little boy penis." After this announcement, the room erupted in laughter and cat-calls. Rose made sure to get good photos of my predicament.

"Well, it's time to start awarding prizes," Rose said, "Shall we start with the losers?" All the guys, except me, let out a big hurrah. "Laurie, I believe that this is your cue?" Laurie stood up, smiled at me, and walked into the bedroom. One by one, the guys went into the bedroom, with Tim being the last, while I waited outside. Each guy came out with a big smile on their face as they looked at me. I was beside myself with humiliation, yet through it all I kept my erection. 

Laurie finally came out, looking a bit disheveled and beckoned me into the room. I went in, and she said, "I am so horny, I need to fuck you." With that she proceeded to drop her pants and panties and turned around, "Take me." Needing no encouragement, I immediately walked over and thrust into her, getting a big surprise! Laurie was very wet and loose, so loose I almost couldn't feel myself inside her. Laurie looked over her shoulder at me, "Are you in yet? I don't feel you." In reply I started thrusting. Laurie's eyes widened, "What's the matter hon? Don't I excite you? When are you going to put it in? Oh wait. I know the problem." Her voice sunk to a whisper, "When I went to give Tim his blowjob, I was so turned on by his huge cock that I let him fuck me instead. It is so big, it almost hurt getting him in at first, but then it felt soooo wonderful being stretched out like I never had before." I had stopped pumping, feeling totally shocked. Laurie continued, "I guess he stretched me out so much I can't feel your little tiny thing at all. My poor baby and his little pee-pee, sloshing around a loose pussy in another man's cum." When she said that last part, I couldn't help myself and started cumming.

As I started jerking involuntarily, Laurie pulled away and turned around, causing me to slip out of her and finish shooting in the air. Laurie was looking at me with a strange smile on her face. "Wow, that really turned you on, didn't it?" Sheepishly I nodded, unable to speak. Laurie looked down at my rapidly shrinking penis. "Hmm, I never realized that you were small, but now that we have compared it to real dicks, and even a toilet roll, you seem so small, I don't know what I was thinking before." She smirked, "but the really exciting thing is how turned on you get over being humiliated about it! You know, everyone saw you get hard when Lisa teased you about being small, you know they are all talking about it right now, while you are in here." I gulped, thinking about it. Almost involuntarily, I began to get another erection. 

Laurie reached down and caressed my dick, "Hmm, already getting hard again, but not quite as hard, and it looks smaller, could you be getting a little tired from all this stimulation of your tiny pee-pee?" she asked. My penis throbbed in response. Laurie smiled, "I think it's time we rejoined everybody, after all, it's time for you to be shaved. I think I'll invite all the girls in to watch. You don't mind do you? Having the other girls watch as you shave all that man-hair off your tiny boy pee-pee? Hearing all their comments about your lack of size? I'll bet that really turns you on, doesn't it?" I nodded again. Laurie moved to the door, "I can't wait to see you without any hair, and for everyone else to see you too. I think you are going to look like a little baby boy without any hair." And with that Laurie opened the bedroom door and pulled me into the living room.

As we came into the living room, all conversation stopped. I could tell everybody had been talking about me, because everyone turned to look at me. I immediately noticed that was now the only one naked. The other guys had all gotten dressed. Somehow it made feel even more ashamed. Laurie spoke up, "Ok, it's shaving time! I was hoping that, if you guys didn't mind, that all the girls could come in and watch with me while Charlie shaves off all his man-hair." Tim replied for the group, "No, we don't mind at all, You all go take care of business, after all there's nothing big to be concerned about." Everyone got a good laugh at his play on words and then I and the girls all went into the bathroom.

Once we got into the bathroom, all the girls started talking, telling Laurie what a poor thing she was to have to put up with such a tiny penis. To my continued humiliation, Laurie told them how she couldn't feel me in her when we were having sex, that the only way she knew I was done was when I got off of her. They all laughed, consoling her and telling her she was very nice to put up with me. Turning their attention to me, Rose said, "OK little boy, it's time for you to do your duty and start shaving." One of them handed me some electric clippers. I paused, took a deep breath, and start cutting off my pubes with the electric clipper. When I turned on the clipper, all the girls let out a shout and started cheering me on. Pretty soon I had reduced my bush to mere stubble. Laurie made me stop so Rose could get some pictures. Looking down, I already looked smaller, even though I still had an erection. Lisa and Mary kept giggling and sing the short dick man song while this was going on.

After pictures had been taken, Laurie handed me the gel and a razor, "OK hon, it's time to finish the job. Make sure and get it all off." Rose piped up, "Also make sure to shave around your butt, remember, we need to plug you up, and I want a nice clean hole to work with." My hands almost shaking too much to do the job, I slowly proceeded to shave myself bare, including around my asshole. After I finished, Rose took a washcloth, soaked it in cold water, and washed me off. The cold water was a shock, causing me to partially lose my erection. Rose looked at Laurie, "I think I would like a photo of him totally soft and small, but this darn erection won't go away. Would you like to do something that should keep him soft for a day or two?" Laurie giggled, "I think that would be a great idea, what do we need to do?" Rose smiled, "Well, first, Charlie, into the shower." As I stepped into the shower, Rose turned on the cold water. Talk about a shock to the system! I felt totally cold and wanted to get out, but Mary and Lisa held me in the water. Laurie was looking at me, "Rose, it's not helping, I still see a tiny bobbing pee-pee, although it's not quite as big as it was, and not quite as hard."

Rose shut off the water. "OK Charlie, bend over and spread your legs." I bent over, facing the wall with my now shrunken ball sack tucked tightly just above my asshole which was facing the four girls. Rose reached between my legs and grabbed my dick, pulling it back towards them. I gasped as she did it, because it hurt slightly due to my hardon, which noticeably subsided with my dick in it's new awkward position pointing behind me. Rose turned to Laurie, maintaining her grip on me. "Do you have a condom?" Laurie quickly produced one, which Rose then took and rolled on my little dick. I noticed, as did the girls, that with the cold water shrinkage and only a partial erection, that I didn't come even close to stretching the condom. "Hmm, maybe we need to get some finger cots for this little guy, that condom looks like it could fit two of him." Mary said, producing a lot of giggling.

Rose then spoke in a tutorial voice, "OK. This is how we keep little Charlie from getting a unnecessary erection. It's called milking. First you put a condom on him to measure how much he is milked. You want to make sure and get enough semen to stop his ability to get an erection for a while. Second, you insert a finger into his butt." Saying this, I felt a finger slowly insert itself into my asshole. Involuntarily I clenched down on the invading finger, which ignored my attempts to expel it and started stroking along the base of my asshole in a back and forth motion. "What we are doing," Rose continued, "is stimulating the prostate gland. The prostate controls the production of semen and the movement of the semen into the penis." I noticed now that her other hand was starting a milking motion on my penis, which thanks to the awkward position, was unable to get fully hard. "After enough stimulation, I will have moved enough semen into the penis to cause him to involuntarily ejaculate. If we do this enough, we can empty him of semen, and until his body makes more, he won't be able to get an erection."

I couldn't believe my ears! Was this what they were going to do to me? I heard Lisa's voice, "How are you feeling Charlie, are you humiliated yet? Do you realize what you look like? Shaved little balls and pee-pee all exposed, bent over showing us your shaved asshole, and with Rose's finger in it." It was too much, between the constant anal stimulation and Lisa's words, I suddenly came.

Rose withdrew her finger, "OK, I'm done, I think we all should practice and make little Charlie cum, once for each of us." This drew a chorus of yes's from the girls, and one by one they grabbed a hold of my dick, stuck a finger up my butt and started milking me. Rose left, after taking a few more pictures, to go out and tell the guys to wait a bit longer. It took another 15 minutes, but eventually everyone else managed to milk me for a dose of semen. After it was finished, Laurie being the last, I felt exhausted, and my balls ached like mad from the over-stimulation. Laurie removed the condom from my now limp penis and showed it to me. "Wow, I'm kind of surprised," Laurie commented, "I don't think I've ever seen you produce so much cum." Mary looked over Laurie's shoulder, "Well, I've seen Ed produce that much before lots of time." Laurie looked at Mary and then back at me, "Hmmm, so this is what a man-sized penis produces. Just think, it only took you cumming four times to equal the amount from a normal sized penis."

Laurie then had me stand up, and called Rose back in to see what I looked like. Looking down at myself, I don't think I had ever looked this small. My penis had retracted so that my foreskin had almost closed over it, and I am cut! Also, due to the cold water, my balls were tight against my body. When Rose came in, Laurie had me turn around to show her and the other girls.

Rose laughed, "Oh my God! I can't believe how little he looks! Between the milking and the shaving, you really look tiny! We have to measure him again." Laurie got the tape and checked it, "Wow! He sure did shrink, now he is only sticking out 2.25 inches!" Amid the giggling and laughter, Rose got some more pictures, and then announced, "Well, I told the guys what we did, so now they want to see little Charlie. Shall we head out to the living room?" I was suddenly filled with dread. It was one thing to be seen like this in front of the girls, but to be seen like this by the guys, well that was something else! As we headed out to the living room, I could feel my face burning. I came in last, with the girls all flaring out to give me a runway.




The Contest



Suddenly I could hear Tim's booming voice, "Make way for the Milkman! Or maybe I should say the milked man!" Stepping out into the living room, I could see the guys looking at me, all highly amused. "Damn!" exclaimed Tony, "You remind me of when I was eight! In more ways than one!" Ed shook his head, "Geez dude, you are small! If that's what milking does, I don't want any part of it! I can't believe you let them do that to you, this shit must really turn you on."

I was so humiliated by their comments, and, ironically, totally turned on. However, Rose was true to her word, even though I was totally horny, my little shaved penis stayed flaccid, pointing out at everyone. Tim piped up again, "Ok, I believe there are still a few accessories little Charlie needs to be sporting?" A chill ran down my spine. I had forgotten about the panties and buttplug! Rose responded sarcastically, "Uh huh. Gee, I seem to have left my buttplug in my other dress!" Lisa then spoke up from the kitchen, "Don't worry, I think we found something that will work." Turning towards the kitchen, I saw Lisa and Laurie coming out with an ear of corn, except that it had been sheared off and rounded at about six inches, and at one inch from the wide end an inch wide groove had been dug around it.

My heart sank. They wanted me to put that in my butt? No way! But the guys started getting into it, chanting "Corn cob! Corn cob!" Rose came up and pulled me into the center of the living room. "Alright, Charlie, turn around so your butt is facing us. Good, now spread your legs." I spread them about two feet. "No, wider." She said, kicking my feet until they were about four to five feet apart. "That's better, now reach down and grab your ankles." I did what she said, realizing the view I was now giving everybody. I heard Tim from behind me, "Dang, where's your dick boy? All I see is two little raisins hangin' down below a shaved asshole that's winking at us! I'm offended!"

Rose came up to me with Lisa and Laurie, "OK, Lisa and I will help keep him steady, Laurie, and you go ahead and give him the butt plug." I felt two sets of hands grab my legs, and then I felt the corn cob pressing against my asshole. I involuntarily started clenching my asshole, trying to resist the impalement. I could feel Laurie trying, but she could only get it in an inch or two, which was plenty for me! Laurie stopped, "I can't get it in." I heard Tony from behind me, "It needs lube! Lube it up!" There was a brief pause, then the corn cob appeared in front of my face. "Lick it," said Laurie, "lube it up so I can stick it in your asshole in front of everyone to humiliate you." I couldn't resist and started licking it with my tongue, even the very end, which was slightly bitter from already being in my butt. After I got it sufficiently lubed, amid hoots and catcalls from the crowd, Laurie tried again. This time, even though I tried to resist, I felt Laurie slowly inching it in, stretching my asshole wider than it had ever been. Suddenly I felt Laurie withdrawing it. Wondering what was going on, she paused when it was almost completely withdrawn and then pushed it back in, before starting to withdraw it again. It dawned on me then what she was doing. Laurie, my girlfriend, was fucking my ass with the corn cob, in front of everyone! Laurie kept it up for a few minutes, picking up the pace as my asshole stretched to accommodate the invader, before stopping and pulling it out completely. Laurie bent over to me and whispered, "Hey hon, do you know that your asshole is open wider than my pussy ever was with your dick?" 

Straightening up, she turned to the others, "OK, I think he's ready!" The guys started chanting, "All the way! All the way!" and I felt Laurie pushing the corn cob back into my ass, but this time she kept going until there was an almost audible pop, and the grooved area slid in quickly, my asshole locking tightly around it. Damn! You'd think I scored a touchdown the way they yelled. The girls let me stand up, although it felt damn awkward with that giant corn cob up my ass. I was turned around to face everyone, my face still burning. Looking down, I realized that having that large invader up my ass was pushing my penis outward. It now looked even worse, with my small shaved and still soft penis being pushed straight out, it almost looked like I was hard....all 3 inches of me!

Getting organized, everyone started yelling for panties. Rose brought out a pair of Laurie's thong underwear, one that had a completely sheer and very small front triangle. Lifting my legs one at a time, Rose and Laurie slid the panties up my legs. Unfortunately, the elastic had a lot of give and allowed them to get the panties completely up. Then, they took my still flaccid penis and tucked it completely into the small triangle. I was amazed that it fit. It looked so small, especially tucked into the panties. Laurie and Rose stepped away with a grand "Ta da!" while Lisa snapped some photos, completing my humiliation.

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I just finished writing this. Everyone has gone home, leaving me here with Laurie. Laurie has already decided that this was just the first of many humiliations I will suffer at her and her friends hands, but those are other stories. 



The Contest



A harsh wind blew down out of the Sierra Madre's, carrying with it tiny bits of rock and dust that stung exposed skin and wore away rocks. The sun beat down relentlessly on the valley floor, raising the temperature to the point that nothing moved in the heat of the day unless it was a dire emergency.

A gray wolf lay in her den under the natural overhand created by an ancient rockslide. Her sharp eyes picked out movement on the valley floor far below her. A small procession of beings that moved upright was raising a thin cloud of dust. She watched for a while, curiously, and then dismissed them as no threat to her or her two cubs. She stretched and then moved deeper into the dark coolness of her cave.

Twenty one was the actual number of the group. Ten men, ten women and the old medicine woman. As it had been for uncounted years this was the correct number. Only Hila, the medicine woman, wore traditional garb, the rest were dressed in a mishmash of traditional and modern clothes. They had been moving since before sunup to reach this sacred place deep in the mountains. Some years before prospectors for one of the big oil companies had cut a road in, but tradition demanded they walk and so they did. 

On a flat stone outcropping, the men laid large bonfires to be lit once night came, while the women erected the ancient tepee. It was a buckskin color and meticulously maintained. Only the lodge poles were new, cut from aspen near the timberline, days before.

As darkness fell, the blistering heat abated rapidly. People seemed ignorant of the fact that a desert at night was as frigidly cold as it was blisteringly hot during the day. That same dry mountain wind now carried a chill that cut through clothing like it wasn't there. 

The bonfires were lit and the silent people gathered around them to cook meat, taken in the traditional way.

The quiet of the desert night was broken by the muted roar of engines. In the vast emptiness of an empty land they made a haunting sound as they climbed the steep grade. They became louder and louder until six motorcycles pulled up and stopped before the fire. Each bike was black, save for a red hourglass painted on the fuel tank. The riders were all women and all were very big women save for the lithe girl who rode behind the leader. She alone rode double and compared to the powerful woman in front of her she seemed fragile. The illusion was deceptive, however, for Andrea Sanchez was anything but frail. 

She was only a few inches above five feet tall and gracefully built. Her breasts were small and tight and rode high on her chest. Her legs were long and lean, with enough muscle to be shapely, but not enough to be bulky. Her long dark hair, brown eyes, high cheekbones and coppery skin were the gifts of her Sioux mother, while the wide hips, bubble butt and sensuous lips were the gifts of her Hispanic father. The ragged jeans, demure white blouse, cowboy boots, and the denim jacket with a black widow spider on the back were her own. 

She nodded to one of the two men standing sentinel outside the flap that covered the entrance to the teepee and then ducked inside. A fire blazed brightly in a circle of rocks at the center of the dwelling and blankets and pillows were spread over the hard ground. Her maternal grandmother was seated next to the fire. Hila's once raven hair had long ago turned silver and her doeskin dress hung loosely where it once clung to her curves. She sat cross-legged, with her back ramrod straight.

Andrea didn't want to be here; in fact she didn't even know why she had prevailed on Lina to bring her. The big biker disdained her Native American heritage and was obviously displeased that Andrea didn't do the same. The old woman watched her as she seated herself across the fire, but she did not speak.

"Well, hello to you too, Grandma. Nice to see you as well. Yes, everything's great with me," Andrea said sarcastically. 

"This is not a night for levity," the old woman declared.

"And just what the fuck is it a night for, Grandma? Calling up ghosts? Making big medicine? Maybe putting on our war paint and taking a few scalps? Why did you demand I come to this fucking cold and desolate place? I had plans for the evening!"

"Your lesbian lover can do without you in her bed for a night," the old woman said, and chuckled softly at the look of shock that passed over Andrea's pretty features.

"How did you know?" she blurted out.

"The sins of Lina Runningbear are known to me and her proclivities are known to everyone in the village. Do you think there are no whispers about you? No rumors floating around? Do you think she doesn't brag about who she is sleeping with when deep in her cups? For someone who considers herself so worldly, you really are naïve. Let us hope not tragically so."

"No one has ever said anything to me," Andrea said defiantly, but there was a questioning note in her voice.

"Of course not. You are my grand child, and no one in the village will risk speaking out against you. But my time here grows short, and my destination on this long journey is now in sight. Soon you will have to take my place, if you're able."

"I don't want to take your place. I want out of this shit hole. Lina is taking me to Vegas when the Widows pull out of here next week."

"What you want is of little consequence. I have chosen you from among my living kindred and thus you will take the test this night."

"What if I don't want to?" Andrea cried.

"It makes no difference. I wish I could have prepared you better, your insolence and rebelliousness will be a great danger to you, but I lingered too long in making my choice due to your mother," she lamented. 

At the mention of her mother, Andrea's face turned ugly. Her eyes blazed with hatred and even the stern old woman flinched.

"I have no mother," she spat.

"Of course you do, child. No one springs from the grass or rocks. I was there the night you were born."

"Where was my mother when I was a child and needed love? Turning tricks for my asshole father in Tijuana. Where was she when I graduated from Jr. High? On a bender in Reno with Jack Tickimup. Where was she when I had my first dance recital? High as a fucking kite over at Marv Donto's place. Every time I have ever needed her, she has been too drunk, too stoned, too high, or too busy getting laid to be there for me."

"I've been there, child."

"I know, Grandmother," Andrea said, releasing a long sigh. "If it weren't for you, there's no telling how Sarah and I would have turned out. Look, I know this hocus pocus is important to you and I know I owe you everything. I'll take this hokey test to make you happy, but please don't mention that woman again."

"For once in your life, don't disdain the ways of your ancestors. If you enter the dreamlands with a light heart you will be utterly consumed."

"You can't scare me. I don't believe in the dream lands, or the happy hunting grounds or brother Coyote. It's all crap," she said. 

The old woman sighed heavily.

"You think you know it all. Newer is better. The white man rules the world and thus his god is greater. You crave the things his world offers and wish to leave the land that nurtured you for the bright lights and big cities."

"I want to experience the real world, not live in this backwater forever," Andrea reiterated. Her tone was less harsh, however. Her grandmother really had been the only one who was ever there for her or kind to her. At least until Lina came along.

"You know nothing. And I have little time to prepare you. If you will not listen, then go," the old woman shouted. 

Andrea jumped to her feet and rushed to the flap, but stopped and heaved a heavy sigh. She turned and sat back down, shaking her head. 

"I'm sorry, Grandmother. You gave my sister and me the only home we knew and the only love we ever got. This is really important to you, isn't it?"

"There is nothing more important."

"Then I will listen and I'll do my best to please you." 

"There is little I can tell you. Your test will be in the spirit world. Had you been less head strong, I would have taken you there before now, but that cannot be helped. The spirit world is a parallel to our own, they exist side-by-side, but only shaman crossover voluntarily. You will enter that world through a gate, here in this teepee, and you will arrive there in a teepee. Do not leave the Teepee for anything!"

"Why?" Andrea asked, interested despite her disbelief. The old woman's ardent belief was either rubbing of on her or she was letting her imagination get carried away, she thought even as she asked. 

"The Teepee was constructed by a great medicine man, long ago. Within the spirit world it is a kind of safe haven. You are not prepared to venture outside of it and your mind would be broken if you did. That which will come to test you will try to lure you outside for in the unbroken darkness it is strongest."

"What is it?"

"Explaining that would take far longer than we have, the moon grows by the moment," the old woman said. 

Andrea examined her face closely, she was either lying or something moved her from saying more. It looked almost as if she was struggling to tell her something, but just couldn't. The young woman couldn't tell what was wrong, but she was used to her Grandmother's idiosyncrasies and so didn't press. The old woman passed a gourd to Andrea.

"Once you drink, your journey will begin. Remember, my granddaughter, that world and this one coexist. What hurts you here will hurt you there, what kills you here will kill you just as dead there, what feels good here will fell good there," she said. 

Andrea noticed the emphasis the old woman put on the word good and wondered just what she was getting at.

"All right, lets get this over with," Andrea said as she raised the gourd to her nose. She stopped and sniffed deeply, it smelled familiar. Her mind grouped for exactly what scent she detected. "What's in it?"

"Various things, nothing harmful, but it will help ease you through the door. Remember, do not leave the teepee."

"Right," Andrea said as she took a swallow of the clear liquid. 

She immediately felt strange, a rush of blood suffused her skin, causing her nipples to harden and blood to rush to her sex. The world began to swim in her vision and as it faded to black her mind recognized the scent. It smelled like pussy.





The Contest



The dark woman nodded, smiling evilly. 

"And if I refuse?"

The creature cocked its head and then shrugged, indicating the interior of the teepee with a sweep of its graceful arm. The implication was clear; if she refused she would never get out. Andrea knew she had to get out of this horrible place; she was already loosing her grip and the whispers outside were growing in intensity again. 

She didn't want to touch this evil thing, but it seemed the only way out. She knew one thing for sure, she wasn't going to let this being of darkness make her cum. Andrea looked up defiantly and placed her hands on her hips. 

"All right, bitch. How do you want it?"

The creature moved with incredible swiftness and pushed Andrea down onto her back. It then straddled her head and Andrea had the disconcerting view of herself, if she were a study in black. Long legs, tight pussy, flat tummy, pert breasts, she had to admit the view was pretty nice. The creature dropped to its knees and draped itself over her body. Andrea gasped when she felt the unearthly soft, silky skin pressed against her own. Its pussy was now in her face and she could smell the delicate scent of its arousal, a scent she recognized as her own.

Andrea was still trying to make herself touch it when she felt a rough-soft tongue press between her still dry lips and begin to lap at her clitoral hood.

No technique, Andrea thought to herself, but the soft warm tongue would have her going soon, and she knew she had to steel herself and get to work on the cunt floating just above her lips if she hoped to survive the macabre ordeal. 

The lips were black as the blackest night and Andrea suddenly wondered about something. She used her fingertips to gently pry them open, but the inner folds were just as black. She bit her lip and stifled a groan when the devilishly active tongue seemed to curl around her clit and squeeze. She wasn't exactly horny and the creature was so repugnant in its evil that it gave her a slight advantage, but that maddeningly soft and agile tongue was already causing her to shiver and she knew her arousal level was rising fast.

Andrea stiffened her tongue and licked gently around the soft lips. Despite her rising passion and the urgency she felt

On the fourth trip, her tongue slipped between the silken lips, she could feel the wetness and taste it as it flooded her mouth. She knew that taste, how many times had she had it in her mouth while cleaning Lina's cock after sex? Andrea shivered and quickly dragged her mind away from her real lover back on the other side. 

She swirled her tongue over the sensitive inner folds and worked gently down to the woman's entrance. Once there, she stuck her tongue out all the way and holding it stiff she pushed into the creature's tight passage. Rocking her head back and forth she fucked in and out, smiling when the creature's hips began to rock in time to her thrusts. 

Got you now, bitch, she though, but at that moment she moaned as she felt the black woman's stiff finger force its way into her now slick channel. Andrea quickly jammed her own finger into the wet, slick entrance above her head and began to lash the creature's clit with her tongue. For a long while the tableau held, the only sounds in the room were the increasingly long and drawn out moans and sighs from Andrea, as that heavenly tongue and relentless finger drover her towards a shattering climax. 

Andrea's heart was racing and she was beginning to despair. The creature had made no sound and beyond a gentle rocking of its hips had given no indication it was anywhere near as excited as she was. A particularly powerful shock of pleasure caused her to bite her lip and she felt the panic rising. She only felt shocks like that when she was nearing the edge. 

She desperately searched through her memory for some clue her grandmother may have given her about how to win this contest, but the image of the triumphant creature consuming her lover sent a cold chill of fear down the Indian girl' spine. She had begun to despair when her grandmother's words echoed in her head, What feels good here will feel good there. The worlds coexist.

Andrea laughed out loud then. Laughed as she realized why she was failing. She was using the technique that Lina loved, the soft gentle approach that the big girl adored from her little femme lover. What she wasn't doing was delivering to her exact double the kind of attention that got her off. 

Pulling her finger from the creature's wet hole, she pressed four fingers together and then violently jammed them forward. Her hand sank into the warm, yielding opening, until only her thumb remained outside. Pushing her thumb against the creature's clit, she began to drive her hand rapidly in, grinding her thumb on the black woman's clit as she did so. 

She quickly sucked two fingers of her free hand into her mouth and swirled her tongue over them, until they were wet. Andrea reached up, pressed them between the creature's soft ass cheeks, and located her rear entrance. Without slowing, Andrea pressed them against the tight opening. She pressed harder, ignoring the resistance, until both fingers slid into the thing's ass. A shuddering moan reverberated around the teepee, the first sound the creature had made the entire time.

Andrea drove her fingers into and out of both openings with as much force as she could muster from the position she was in.

"Cum, you fucking dirty little cunt! You know you love it hard, you little tramp. That little pussy better be quivering in the next minute or I'll put my whole goddamned fist up your tight little ass," Andrea said in the meanest tone she could muster. It wasn't close to the fake snarls Lina gave her, but it was the best she could do.

The creature moaned again, and her ass was bouncing wildly in time to Andrea's driving fingers. Her own attention to Andrea's sensitized pussy became less and less concentrated and frequent, until it ceased altogether. 

Andrea curled her thumb in and drove her entire fist into the creatures wildly bouncing pussy while screaming "Cum, you slut!" at the top of her lungs.





The Contest



The sun beat down on the dusty red-brown track illuminating and igniting it to a hot spectacle. The heat waves rising off the ground were only offset by a dismal breeze and the wind created by the packed stands of cheering fans. The racers, meanwhile, were desperately trying to get their last stretches in before they could prove their speed. Sean Morgroth looked over the other competition with a healthy balance of worry and arrogance. He had trained extensively for six straight months for this date, and he knew he had the leg power to pull it out today. Still, he began to sweat with a mixture of nervous anticipation and heat exposure when he was called into the blocks. Instinctively, he licked his lips and his hands lightly pushed on the ground in front of him, so that he could go in less than a moment’s notice. 

He stared down at his goal, shimmering in the air 100 meters away. The call was set and he raised himself and steadied his nerves. He waited for the one sound that would set him free, the one sound that would send him hurtling towards that glorious goal ahead of the pack. He waited and the seconds seemed like hours. He licked his chops again and sweat poured down his forehead making rivers out of his cheeks and creating pools on the ground. His legs were coiled, ready to leap from the blocks, as the referee’s gun was raised high, but it would never fire. The next thing heard was an eerie silence punctuated by a horrible noise. The screams of the fans turned from excitement to terror as a giant fireball crashed to the Earth igniting the stadium and condemning all to a horrible, painful death. Sean Morgroth would have no victory for he was burnt into atomic dust by his searing proximity to the calamity.

Meanwhile, 5765.3 miles away in an unnamed portion of an uninhabitable hot expanse of desert, two armies clashed, each in a vain attempt to prove its point over the other. The outpouring of limbs, blood, and bullets would be halted, however, due to the unexpected arrival of a third party which had no viewpoint in the matter of the skirmish, but which nonetheless settled the dispute. This third party was a large asteroid that not only crushed both armies out of existence, but also conveniently buried them 5 miles under the ground. The force of the impact raised a giant dust storm that began to spread over the globe and also caused the planet’s orbit to become slightly more eccentric.

These two articles of interest were only known by a small group of intellectuals who were overwhelmed by odd reports, which to their limited sense of perception, closely resembled the Apocalypse. The reports continued to come in: New York razed to the ground by giant fireballs, London flattened by a meteor, South America suffering from worst brushfire ever, the San Andreas Fault ruptured from constant bombardment by asteroids. The reports became grimmer by the second and many of the intellectuals slumped in their chairs and cried. Others rushed around trying to find something that they could do to keep them from slumping in their chairs and crying. One of the intellectuals found that fermented fruits and grains solved many of the problems of the other intellectuals. 

Overall the situation grew darker as the agitation spawned larger and more final cataclysms, and reports came from fewer and fewer areas. The reports got worse as fewer and fewer intellectuals retained enough sense to hear them. Fireballs in Nepal that had earlier caused massive flash flooding preceded by avalanches began to awaken long dormant volcanoes to try and drain the liquid magma deep underground. Meanwhile, comets crashing into the Atlantic Ocean that had already long ago vaporized all the fish began to drain the oceans and send the remainder to the coastlines, summarily flooding them. These reports caused the last remaining intellectuals who were sane to finally lose it.

These miserable souls may have been slightly relieved to know that they had received their last upsetting report. After those reports, a steady stream of giant fireballs began a desperate flurry pounding through the center of intellectuals and boring a hole deep underground. The stream of asteroids and fireballs continued to pummel the Earth, searching for weak spots to exploit as all life on Earth was purged from existence. The pummeling continued unabated until a fireball hit the right nerve spot of the pock-marked rock to which the Earth had been reduced, shattering it to fragments that spiraled off into the empty void of space as one last comet rocketed through the newly created hole. 

The bombardment finally ceased; there was nothing left to destroy. The remaining particles of Earth were spiraling off into the void, free from the tyrannical serfdom under gravity. A horrid silence descended on the area that used to contain Earth, as all settled into an evil sort of peace reserved for those items of space that no longer exist. There was no more Earth, no more Earthlings, no more humans, no more wars, no more peace, no more track races, no more Sean Morgroth, no more anything.

However, there was some reaction to the unfortunate passing of Earth from reality and it came from hundreds of miles above the void. There, two figures lay on an ethereal couch watching ethereal TV. One of these figures, known to his friends as Kalendorth, god of meteors, turned to his friend on the couch with a mixture of excitement and frustration. His friend, Pyrovius, god of fire, glanced at him with a mixture of excitement and anticipation and extended his palm in an arrogant desire for his spoils.

“Lucky shot, dude,” Kalendorth said in a beautifully indignant manner, “but you did win, so you get control of the TV remote today.”

“Alright, man! Finally,” cried a jubilant Pyrovius as he switched the channel to his favorite show and the two gods watched and laughed.



The Contest



It was my mother's 40th birthday. So my dad threw her a birthday dinner at a restaurant with a couple of relatives and friends and of course I had to be there too. And to be honest, the food was good, but otherwise it was boring. My name is David and I'm an athletic 20-year-old. All the other dinner guests were at least 30. After some time I noticed that Ms. Johnson really enjoyed talking to me. She was asking me about my job, my hobbies, everything. She was 39, I guess, because I heard her talking about her 40th birthday party next year. 

So Ms. Johnson and I kept talking. I knew she was divorced and had an 18-year-old daughter, so I thought maybe she wanted me to date her daughter. Ms. Johnson was a typical mom, but quite good-looking. She is about 5'7'', brown hair and pretty brown eyes. We continued talking and she made my evening a little bit more interesting.

Two weeks later my mother called me. She asked me if I could drive to Ms. Johnson, she obviously had problems with her computer and since I told her at the birthday dinner that I know a little bit about computers, she wondered if I could take a look at it. It was a Sunday morning and I had no other plans, so I decided to help her. I guess I was hoping to see her daughter, because I heard she was extremely gorgeous. 

An hour later I arrived at her house and she welcomed me at the door, 

"Hey David, thanks for coming."

"No problem, Ms. Johnson," I answered.

"Please come in David. And call me Amy," Ms Johnson said.

I followed her into the living room. It was a pretty nice house. Amy went ahead towards the computer. I followed her taking a quick look around. I noticed that the bedroom door was open. I looked inside and saw a bed which was too small to be a double bed. There was a sheet and a pillow on it, but no blanket. The pillow was white with little pink flowers on it. And the wall was pink and white too. I figured it was her daughter's room. But then I looked a bit closer and saw that something was lying on top of the pillow. Hand cuffs!!

I thought to myself, "Uh, somebody was having fun last night. But why would her daughter let the bedroom door open with the cuffs lying on the bed!?" I had no time to think it through, because I had to start looking at the computer. While I was trying to find the problem Amy told me that Amber, her daughter, was away for the whole weekend. "Oh, maybe Ms. Johnson likes to get laid in her daughter's bed," I thought.

It was hard to concentrate on the computer, but I found the problem quickly. Nevertheless I continued to act like I was working, because I wanted her to think that the problem was bigger than it really was. On the other hand, it gave me the opportunity to look through the stuff she had stored on her computer. After some time Ms. Johnson went to get some juice. It was then when I found a folder somewhere on the hard disk that made me curious. The title of the folder was "The contest". Without hesitation I opened it. It contained to other folders and now I got really curious, because the title of the first folder was "Amber" and the title of the second folder was "Amy". 

I took a quick look around. Ms. Johnson, Amy, was still in the kitchen. I thought about a million things and then I opened the "Amy" folder. I imagined a lot of things but what I saw really took me by surprise. The folder contained a few pictures. Every picture showed the same: Amber's room, I mean I guessed it was Amber's room, actually it just showed the bed, and on top of the bed: a nude guy, the hands cuffed to the top of the bed, one foot cuffed to the bottom right corner of the bed, and the other one cuffed to the bottom left corner of the bed.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Every picture showed a different guy. I closed the folder, went back and opened the "Amber" folder. Surprisingly, I mean I guess I was surprised, it contained the exactly same thing. Well not exactly. I mean the pictures all looked alike, but the guys were different.

I couldn't believe it. I thought about everything I saw. And the only explanation I could think of, was: Ms. Johnson and her daughter had some kind of contest; who gets more pictures of naked guys cuffed to the bed. I quickly counted the pictures. 15! I closed the folder, went back and opened the "Amy" folder again. 17! So I guess I was right about "the contest" and obviously Ms. Johnson was in the lead. I closed everything so nobody could find out what I was looking at.

When Amy returned I told her I solved the problem. She thanked me, handed me the juice and asked me, if I had plans for the afternoon or if I would like to stay and chat a bit. I thought, "Looks like Ms. Johnson tries to get an 18th picture! This could be my lucky day." So I stayed and we talked. It was a very hot summer afternoon and Amy wasn't making any move, so I thought maybe I was wrong about everything. So I said,

"It was really nice Amy, but I have to go."

"But you told me you had no plans for the day, David," she answered.

I stood up and said, "Yeah right, but I'm sweating, I have to take a shower."

She stood up, too, "You can take a shower here and we can keep chatting, what do you say?"

I agreed and she showed me the way to the bathroom. She also showed me where to find a towel. Then she left and closed the door behind her. I undressed, closed the shower door and started showering. 2 minutes later the shower door was suddenly opened. I turned around and saw Amy standing naked in front of me. She smiled,

"I'm sweating, too and I told you I wanted to keep chatting." She stepped inside and a few moments later she was all over me. She had a great body. Her pubic hair was trimmed but not shaved. It didn't last long and my dick started to get hard. Amy immediately got down on her knees and said she didn't really thank me for helping her. With that she took my dick in her mouth and began to suck it. I breathed harder now and my dick grew harder in her mouth. She moved her hands on my ass and pushed my dick even further in her mouth. She was very talented; I guess she had a lot of practice. 

"Amy, I'm cumming soon...," I told her.

But it looked like she didn't hear what I said because she sucked even harder and moved her head even faster. I looked down to see my dick disappearing in Ms. Johnson's mouth and I came. Amy swallowed everything, stood up and said,

"Let's get into bed." We stepped out of the shower and towelled ourselves dry. Then I grabbed her and carried her into the living room. She said,

"This way" and pointed to Amber's room. So I carried her inside and immediately saw the cuffs. I also saw the camera. I lowered Amy on her daughter's bed and lay next to her. We kissed and I ran my hands all over her body. I started at her tits and moved them down over her belly and on her legs. And then I ran them up again to her pussy. I rested them between her legs for a while, playing with her pussy. Then I continued to run them up to her hands and moved them over her head. And then I quickly pulled away and took the hand cuffs and cuffed her hands to the top of the bed.

She looked a little bit shocked, but there was nothing she could do. I moved to the bottom of the bed and cuffed her legs to the bottom of the bed. She was now lying exactly like the guys on the pictures, with her legs spread and cuffed to the bed. My dick immediately got hard again seeing her like that, so I got on the bed and between her legs and bent over her. I pushed my dick in her pussy with one hard stroke. I grabbed her tits and massaged them, playing with her erect nipples over and over. Amy started to moan. I drove my dick deeper and deeper inside her with every stroke. Now Amy started to shake and then she was cumming. Right before I was cumming too, I pulled out of her pussy and came all over her body.

Amy was still breathing hard when I climbed off her and started to get dressed. I was fully dressed again when I took the camera. I took a picture of Amy lying cuffed in her daughter's bed with my cum all over her body. I knew that Amber was coming home soon, so I said,

"If you don't want your daughter finding you like that, I have to open the cuffs. And I'm only opening the cuffs, if you let me take Amber out on a date tomorrow and you won't come home until midnight." 

I figured when Amber comes home from her weekend and sees that her mother used the weekend to take the lead, she would probably try to score as soon as possibly. Amy agreed. So I kissed her, opened the cuffs and left.

And so about 30 hours later I was on a date with Amber. We went to a bar, had a couple of drinks and had a good time. She flirted with me the whole time, so I wasn't surprised when she asked me if I wanted to accompany her to her place. So after about 33 hours I was back at the Johnson-house.

We walked in and it seemed like Amy kept her word. Amber walked over to the table and it looked like she found a note. I figured her mother told her that she wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, because she let the note drop and turned around. She looked me in the eye and opened her pants and dropped it to the floor. She came over to me with just her tiny shirt and her slip on. Then she pressed me against the wall and we kissed. She had a great body and she smelled great. I began to kiss her neck when she turned around. I continued kissing her neck and then I pulled her shirt over her head. She was now wearing only her little red slip. 

She pressed her ass back at me and started moving her ass on my dick. It felt like she really knew what she was doing, if you know what I mean. I put my arms around her and massaged her breasts. First with both hands, and then after a while I moved my right hand down her body and inside her slip. She was so wet I easily slipped two fingers inside her pussy. She moaned and still moved her ass up and down my dick. Then she pulled her slip down and took my hand. She led me to her room. So we walked hand in hand through the room, she was totally naked and I was fully dressed. 

When we got to her room she immediately sat on her bed. As soon as I stood in front of her, she opened my pants and released my now fully erect dick. She didn't even jerk me off but she bent forward and took my dick in her mouth. And I noticed that she was nearly as good as her mother at giving head. But I knew what she had in mind and I knew I had to act fast. So I acted like I would like to return the favor. She lay down on her back and I started to kiss her all over her body. Finally I kissed her inner thighs and began to lick her pussy. Other than her mother she was completely shaved and I really enjoyed eating her pussy. And she enjoyed it too. After some time she came with my tongue deep inside her. She looked a bit exhausted and I took my chance. 

I took her hands and moved them over her head and cuffed them to the top of the bed. Apparently she had the same shocked look on her face as her mother. Nevertheless I continued with my plan and cuffed her legs to the bed, too. She was lying there exactly as her mother did the day before. I stood up and slowly undressed. Then I got on top of the bed and started fucking her. I guess she liked the fact that she couldn't move or she just enjoyed my big dick inside her pussy because she came again. And I was close to cumming too, so I pulled my dick out and came all over her body.

Then I stood up and got dressed. I went to pick up the camera and took a picture of Amber covered in my cum. After that, I went in the living room and took a seat at the computer. I searched for the "The contest" folder and found it really quickly. I opened it. I added a new folder to the two already existing folders. So now there were three folders inside. One called "Amber", one called "Amy" and one called "David"!! I opened the folder and added the pictures of Amy and Amber. Then I went to open the cuffs and left. Before that, of course, I copied the two pictures to a CD and took it with me.