2 comments/ 71445 views/ 7 favorites Mr. Alberto's Party Ch. 01 By: elleann I guess if I had to name my three favorite things they would be pretty clothes, vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce and cocks, especially big ones like some men have. I am sorry if you think that is slutty but I am trying be honest about myself. I don’t have a lot of experience with cocks, or at least I didn’t, but I think about them and I am always aware of men in their bathing suits at the lake and like other situations where you will see their soft bulges or maybe even their hard bulges. Because I have this interest you will understand why I acted the way I did when Mr. Alberto asked me to come to his party. It started after our first performance of Noises Off at my high school where I am a senior. Also, I am eighteen, and I was then, so it is okay for me tell this story. I played the role of Brooke in the play and it is a pretty sexy role but the play is so funny that no one minds that much about the sex which they would otherwise because this is high school. So, a lot of people had come up to me in the hallway after the play and told me they liked it and I was very excited about the whole thing. There were people everywhere, parents and kids and a few teachers all crowding around, not just me, but the other kids in the play, too, and I noticed this man in the background I had never seen before. He was wearing a brown suit and sunglasses even though he was inside. He had long black hair. He seemed interesting and I wondered who he was. Every time I glanced at him, he was looking back at me. After a while, the crowd of people thinned out and I decided to go and get dressed in my regular clothes and I purposely walked by the man to see if he would say anything about me being in the play and he did say something, but not that. “Would you like to be rich,” he said in a low voice. I stopped and looked at him. “Are you talking to me?”, I said. “Yes. I saw your picture in the paper with the story about the play which is why I came and someone who works for me took some pictures of you when you were a cheerleader last year. You are a nice actress. How would you like to act in a movie and make a lot of money?” I was surprised about him saying he had someone take pictures of me. Was he like a stalker or something? Or was he really a movie person, maybe someone important who could make me a famous actress. Well, to make a long story short, it turned out he was a rich guy from the city who made porn movies for a hobby and gave them to his friends and he wanted to pay me to be in one. I said no thanks. But then he said that if I didn’t want to do that maybe I would be interested in helping with this contest they have at this big party he puts one like once a year. It is at his mansion which is outside of the city and lots of rich people come there and it lasts like a whole week and there are all sorts of sexy things that happen and one of them is a contest for which guy has the best cock. He said that I could be one of the judges, and he would pay me to do that. I wouldn’t have to have sex with the guys, just look at their cocks and measure them and stuff while people in the audience watched and then the judges would vote. I would be the “innocent young girl judge” and besides me there would be a “pretty slut judge”, who would be a woman older than me and a “horny old broad judge” who would be like a grandmother person. Usually they had about eight or ten men in the contest and these guys always had great cocks, he said. Being pretty and young like I was, I would be of help to them keeping their cocks big and hard during the contest because they could think about fucking me if they wanted even though they wouldn’t actually fuck me. Sometimes guys would be too self conscious in front of the audience to get a good hardon so they always tried to have a young girl there to help with that. In other words, I would be there for display, sort of like Vanna White, as well as being a judge, he said. I felt weak in the knees just at the idea of what he was suggesting. It was almost like a fantasy dream come true. I told him I couldn’t do it, that was totally impossible. I could feel myself still blushing with embarrassment as I hurried away to the dressing room. It was like I was in a different world for the next half hour or so as I got dressed and heard everyone chattering away about the play and everything while all I could think about was Mr. Alberto and his proposal. I was a little mad at myself for being saying no so fast, but I also felt relieved when it seemed that Mr. Alberto had gone. Of course, the idea was ridiculous. He had said the party lasted like a week and he would want me to stay overnight which I could never do. I mean what would I tell my parents? Well, I was walking out of the school with my girlfriend when a man approached us. He was wearing a uniform and a hat and I realized he had come from this long black limousine that was parked across the driveway, glistening in the lamplight. The man was black. Gina and I stopped as he reached us. He was tall and lean and kind of scary and he looked at Gina and then at me and then he handed me a small envelope, turned and headed back to the limo without saying a word. “Ok, what was that about?”, Gina said. “I don’t know,” I said as I pulled out a small card with Mr. Alberto’s name and phone number on it. “Call me. There’s nothing to be afraid of. $1,000,” it said. “Oh, it is just a compliment about the play,” I said, putting the card in the back pocket of my jeans. The limo drove off into the dark. Suddenly I had prickles going up and down my spine. Gina and I had our own cars. I walked in a kind of daze to mine. As I as driving, I tried to get my thoughts together. I was having one of my slutty urges. I get them all the time and I always did my best to control them. I didn’t want to disappoint my parents for one thing. They always acted like really moral. We went to church every Sunday and we always said grace, even at breakfast, and my mom belonged to all these committees at the church and blah blah blah. She didn’t do it because she had nothing else to do. My mom is totally gorgeous. She is forty years old but she still gets tons of looks at the beach in her bikinis. Her attitude about that was that if God made you pretty it was ok to show it off as long as you didn’t act bad. So I was thinking about this as I drove home and it occurred to me that I could probably sneak away to that party if I wanted because my Dad was going on one of his business trips that week and Mom was going to go with him. I would be alone since my brothers were away at college. We have voice mail that I could check on my cell phone and call my Mom back and she wouldn’t know the difference. It made feel really guilty to be having these sneaky thoughts and then, as I pulled into our driveway, I saw my uncle’s car there and I suddenly remembered I was supposed to have gone to our cast party at Gina’s house, not home. I had just forgotten being all confused about Mr. Alberto and his invitation. Well, I had to go to the bathroom, so I decided to do that before going to Gina’s and that little decision of mine led to the shock of my life. When I got in the house, I heard people laughing in the living room. My Uncle Jack has this really deep, loud laugh that almost makes you have to laugh with him. I had a kind of crush on Uncle Jack and I was happy that he was there and that I would be able to say hello to him and my Aunt Ginger. They were sitting on the big sofa in front of the tv, with my Mom and Dad, and on the tv screen all you could see was this big black cock going back in forth in a woman’s mouth. I stood behind them in the archway of the living room, hardly able to believe my eyes. “Damn, I hope that stud is here again this year,” Aunt Ginger said. “I bet you do. I know Lorraine wants another turn with him,” Dad laughed. What were they talking about? Then the camera pulled back and you saw more and more of the woman’s face and I almost fell down when I realized that we were watching a movie of my Mom giving a blowjob. “If I know, Alberto, he will have lots of cocks there for you girls to have fun with,” Uncle Jack said. “I’m sure,” Ginger said. “And speaking of cocks, honey, you and Edward have excellent ones. I think you guys should enter the contest this year. You might not win but you won’t embarrass yourselves, and you’ll have a good time, that’s for sure.” “Mmmmm, have to think about that,” Dad smiled. “By the way, dear,” Mom said, “I told Elle this morning that we were going on one of your trips for that week. I said it was in Los Angeles. Ok?” “Right, Los Angeles,” Dad said. I turned around and quietly left the house and then I came back in, singing in a loud voice. When I got to the living room, the tv was off . Usually, I give my aunt and uncle a kiss on the cheek when I first see them, but I didn’t this time. I just said hello in a serious voice and then hurried upstairs to the bathroom. Like I said before, I was in total shock. Mr. Alberto's Party Ch. 02-03 Chapter II "I'm sorry but Mr. Alberto is at one of his important meetings. Who is calling?" the secretary said. I want to hang up right then but I said, "Elle Johnson." "Oh, Miss Johnson," she said in a suddenly friendly voice. "I am sure Mr. Alberto will want to speak to you. Hold on, please." Mr. Alberto came on the phone in about thirty seconds and after he said that he was pleased that I had called and did I have any questions about his proposal, I said, "So, Mr. Alberto, did you know my parents and my aunt and uncle are coming to your sex party and that they came to your sex party last year, too?" I heard this loud laugh. "A happy coincidence, Miss Johnson. Believe me, you are being invited because of you not them. How did you find out?" "I walked in on them when they weren't expecting me because they thought I was at this cast party after the play and I found them watching a video of my Mom. I won't say what she was doing in the video but you can guess. They didn't see me so they don't know I know. Also, I am not that happy about it, to be honest. I am pretty upset. You didn't tell me my own parents and my own aunt and uncle would be there and that my dad and my uncle might even be in the contest." "Yes, well I thought it would be a nice surprise for all concerned." "Hmmmm," I said. "Well, Miss Johnson, I can understand that you are upset. I don't blame you. I can see you are a nice girl. I'm sorry it didn't work out. You would have been a big hit." "Right, well I'll do it." "You'll do it? You'll come and be a judge at the cock contest and let us dress you like a slut?" "Yes. I am going to teach them a lesson." "Excellent. Call my secretary tomorrow and she will make the arrangements for picking you up and so forth. I assume you don't want me to tell them." "No, don't tell them. Let them have a nice surprise." Chapter III Daddy was used to seeing me in my shorts and jerseys on warm days, which we seemed to be having a lot of. It was the end of April, two months to go before I became a high school graduate and, boy, I could hardly wait. For graduation, Daddy said he wanted to buy me some new clothes and he said I should include a couple of new bikinis in my choices. I thought it was cute the way he grinned when he told me that, which he did about ten times. It always gave me a tingle when I would catch Daddy peeking at me, seeing him gaze at my breasts or checking out my bottom when I would make a little wiggle while glancing at him over my shoulder. A lot of guys see me as "a piece of ass". I don't mind. I even like it that they do. Sometimes, I wondered if Daddy saw me that way in his fantasies. I could forgive him for that if he did as long as he had the fantasy only once in a while and not like every day, maybe once a month or something would be acceptable. Well, I felt totally different about the whole situation now. "No shorts today?," Daddy said, looking up from the paper as I came into the kitchen for breakfast. "Nope." I was wearing my loosest jeans and a shirt that was too big for me. A person couldn't check out a thing in the clothes I had on. Daddy frowned and went back to his paper. Mom was sitting at the table, finishing her coffee. She started talking to me about their "trip" and how she was sorry that I would have to be home alone for a few days. Right, she was really sorry about that. "Oh, that's ok," I said. "I think I will do some reading at night instead of watching tv. I thought I would read the bible, I have never really read that much of it. It will be very peaceful here while you are away and I think the bible would be perfect for me to read at such a peaceful time." I sighed and I smiled to show them I wasn't worried about being home by myself and that I was looking forward to getting to know God better. Well, things went sort of that way for next few days. Daddy didn't get to check me out even once in any of my skimpy clothes. I could see that he and my Mom were a little concerned about my sudden interest in religion. I told them I would be going to church of course on Sunday, by myself, and I asked for a little extra money for the collection. Mom was extra nice to me the whole time. She bought special treats for me to eat and reminded a million times about locking up the house before I went to bed and being careful about this thing and that thing. I could see she felt guilty, but obviously she didn't feel guilty enough to change her mind and not go on a sex vacation. On Friday night they left in Daddy's car with their suitcases, making me promise again to be careful and reminding me for the hundredth time to keep my cell phone on. I waved goodbye and made a brave smile, letting them think what a good daughter I would be while they were away. I packed my own suitcase that night. Mr. Alberto's driver would be picking me up at two o'clock the next afternoon. Oops, I wouldn't be making it to church on Sunday after all. The limo driver was the same guy who had handed me the note. His name was Stanley and he was from Jamaica. He looked like he was all muscle in his black jersey and tight fitting black pants and right away I noticed his bulge. A guy had to have a big one to make a bulge like that, I thought. Stanley didn't talk much at all. He said like four words to me in the hour and a half it took to get to Mr. Alberto's mansion. You couldn't even see the place from the road and it was huge, like forty rooms and three stories high with big chimneys. Off to one side behind some trees was like a field where the cars were parked and I spotted Daddy's car there as we were going up the walk. Stanley carried my suitcase for me and we went into the house by going down a few steps and into this doorway that was like tucked underneath the main part of the house. "Hi honey," a pretty young woman said to me as we entered. She was dressed up like a French maid and she was a maid. She led me down this narrow hallway to my room. It was small but very cute and it had a big bed with teddy bears on it and an open clothes closet that I could see was filled with sexy looking things and there was an oriental rug on the floor and the walls and ceiling were made of carved wood and there was a window with these old glass panes that looked out onto an enclosed garden, which surprised me because I had thought we were underground. "I'm Lucy," she smiled as she went to the closet. She brought back a hanger with my outfit on it. Mr. Alberto had picked it personally, she said. Lucy watched me as I took off my jeans and sweatshirt. "Panties and bra, too. Mmmmm, you're going to have a hard time keeping yourself from being fucked today," Lucy said, as she looked me over. I looked at the frilly clothes Lucy was holding but I didn't see any panties or a bra. I didn't say anything, I just finished undressing and stood there with nothing on with Lucy watching and smiling at me. "Do you like girls, honey?" "Well, I don't have sex with them, Lucy, if that is what you mean." Lucy laughed. "Yes, that is what I mean. All right put these on." My outfit, starting from the bottom, was a pair of black patent leather shoes with white cotton ankle socks, a purple velvety skirt that was so short it hardly covered my you know what and had the word "slut" in gold letters going up on both sides, and a cream colored top that opened in a kind of circle from my neck, leaving my breasts totally exposed. I was sure I looked like a total slut and didn't need those words on my skirt to tell that to anyone. I looked down at myself. I had to admit my tits were really cute sticking out so nicely without needing a bra for support. I was more worried about the skirt, actually. I bet I couldn't afford even the slightest swish wearing a skirt as tiny as that and no panties! "Ok, honey, let's go," Lucy said. I followed her out into the hallway and we went past the staircase to this small elevator which Lucy told me went directly to Mr. Alberto's "rooms". "He's waiting for you, honey," Lucy said as we stood side by side while the elevator made this loud cranking sound that made my think we could go crashing to the ground at any second. Worrying about this made my almost forget how I looked. But Mr. Alberto reminded me as soon as the door opened and I stepped into his office. He was standing there looking straight at me. "Mmmmm, every bit as good as I hoped," he said, checking me out in my outfit. "Thank you. I look like a slut." "Yes, you do. That's the idea, Elle. This is my annual "Stud and Slut Party". In order to be invited you have to be first rate in one of those categories. You have to be a ten." "Are you saying my Mom is a ten as a slut. And my aunt." "I am saying that. In fact, your mother is one of the most popular sluts that we have here. Your father and uncle may not be tens as studs but they are above average and they get points for having tens for their wives. And you, my dear, are definitely a ten. Now, let's be on our way. We're having the contest without delay. It's hard to keep secrets around here so I scheduled the contest for now, before the word gets out about you." I took a deep breath and followed Mr. Alberto out the door. We entered a hallway that was much larger than the one outside my room. I was seeing the main part of the house for the first time. No one was around except for two black guys like Stanley and dressed like him in skin tight black clothes. Mr. Alberto nodded at them and then told me he had twelve guys like that working for him at the mansion. Wow, twelve!, I thought. We didn't see any guests because they were all in the auditorium, waiting for the contest to begin. Finally, we came to a door that opened onto the back of a stage. It was much smaller than the stage at our high school but it was amazing for a house with a ceiling that must have gone up at least two floors. You could hear the chatting from the audience and a few shouts now and then and the sounds had that big roomy quality like you always hear in an auditorium. The curtain was closed and it was very beautiful, made of purple velvet, like my slut skirt, and it looked brand new. Two women were standing on the stage. One was a very pretty bleached blonde, dressed in a top like mine with her tits showing only she was wearing satin pants instead of a skirt. The other woman was Lucy. She was still in her maid uniform, but just the bottom half of it. Lucy had nothing on at all from the waist up except her necklace. Lucy had beautiful medium size breasts, a little bigger than mine, a little smaller than the blonde's. "We were supposed to have a grandmother type as one of the judges but I changed my mind. I want to give Lucy a treat, she is such a loyal worker," Mr. Alberto said. Then he introduced me to Bette, who was like twenty-seven years old and totally beautiful like I said. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek and then she put out her hand and touched both my nipples. I stepped back. "Gosh, you have the firmest young tits. I adore your tits, sweetie." Well, this was a cock contest not a tit contest, I thought, and I was little offended that she just went ahead and touched my breasts when she didn't even know me, but I didn't say that, I just smiled back at her and said I thought she had nice tits too, which she did. I felt like a jerk I suddenly wanted to get out of there. I had started to feel kind of sexy in my slut outfit but now I was feeling scared. I looked behind me. Two of Mr. Alberto's Jamaicans were standing by the wall, watching me. It was too late now, I knew. Then, just as I realized that Mr. Alberto had disappeared, I heard his voice. He had stepped in front of the curtain and was talking to the audience with a microphone. "This year, studs and sluts, instead of introducing the judges and then bringing out the contestants, we have a surprise judge with us and so I am going to introduce the contestants, and we have eight of them, and then bring out the judges. As I call your names, stud contestants, please come up to the stage and make a row over to my left. All right, Edward Johnson... Oh, boy, I thought, here we go. Mr. Alberto's Party Ch. 04 "And now, sluts and studs, our surprise judge, Miss Elle Johnson. Elle is the eighteen year old daughter of that fine slut, Lorraine Johnson and her husband, stud contestant Edward Johnson, and she is the niece of stud contestant Jack Bingham." Bette and Lucy had stepped in front of the closed curtain when they were introduced as judges, and received big applause from the audience. But now, for me, the curtain opened and there I stood in the middle of the stage in my slut outfit. On my right was a row of men wearing only spandex tights with the fronts cut out, doing for them below the waist what the cutout tops did for Bette and me above the waist. Each contestant had a number pasted on his tights, on the left leg above the knee. Daddy was number eight and Uncle Jack was number seven. On my left, sitting at the judges' table were Bette and Lucy and out in the semi darkness of the auditorium was an audience of like a hundred people. A loud shriek rose above the cheers I was getting. I knew my mom's voice when I heard it. Daddy and Uncle Jack said nothing. They just stared at me. Uncle Jack had a big grin on his face to go with his big hardon but Daddy looked totally dumbfounded. He kept blinking as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. As I said, I had come to the party because I wanted to give my parents a good shock. I wanted to teach them a lesson for the way they acted so prim and proper all the time when really they were horny people who went to secret sex parties. I could tell they were shocked all right. I was starting to feel a little guilty about it, to be honest, when I realized there was a commotion in the audience. It was pretty dark down there so at first I couldn't see very well but I could tell that a couple of Mr. Alberto's Jamaicans were moving in one of the rows and grabbing a person. It was my Mom. She was standing up and making a scene. A spot light came on and everyone could see her clearly, waving her arms and struggling with the Jamaicans while my Aunt Ginger sat next to her, laughing her head off. When the Jamaicans got my Mom back in her chair, Mr. Alberto picked up the microphone. "We want Mrs. Johnson to watch her daughter's performance, I am sure, but she must control herself. One more peep, Lorraine, and the boys will gag you and tie you to your chair. And you won't have any more sex today either. Do you understand, Lorraine? One more peep." Mom was quiet after that. So what did Mr. Alberto mean by my "performance"? I was supposed to be just a judge. I guessed he also was referring to my job of helping the men with their hardons by looking sexy for them in my slut clothes. I had been glancing at the contestants, naturally. I had never seen such big cocks before, not that I had seen that many of any kind. Most of the guys looked like they were in their twenties or thirties and they had muscular builds to go with their big cocks. Daddy and Uncle Jack were like the oldest ones there but I was kind of proud of them because they looked pretty good for such old guys. Uncle Jack had a total hardon and it was very big, I mean very, and every time I looked at my uncle I saw him staring back at me. Daddy needed some help, though. He was in good shape and he had muscles like the other men but he was pretty soft where it counted and small because of that and his face was red with embarrassment. I thought I should try to get him in the mood more, since this was my responsibility, but I didn't know really what to do and it was hard to think of such things with Daddy being the person I had to think about them for. "Give us a little show in your cute skirt, Elle," Mr. Alberto said into his mike. "Yeah, show us something, daughter slut," some guy yelled from the audience while other people laughed and shouted. "Ok," I said, and I did a quick turn. I felt the skirt swish on my thighs and I guessed it swished enough because this big cheer went up from the audience when they saw I didn't have any panties on. The open jersey, if that's what it was, made me topless and the tiny skirt made me bottomless, too, for all practical purposes. I felt tingly all over when I heard the audience applauding me and when I felt the eyes of the cock contestants on me, especially Uncle Jack's eyes and double especially Daddy's eyes. I did another twirl and made my skirt swish even higher this time. More cheers, plus guys in the audience yelling things about me. I should tell you that I am darkish blonde but I am very light blonde down there, with just a little tuft at the top and some silky strands at the sides. I'm sure that people on the stage got a pretty good view of me. I thought the audience couldn't see much since they were pretty far away until I noticed people looking up. Mr. Alberto had video cameras with zoom lenses positioned in different locations in the auditorium and above the stage was a big screen like they have at basketball places for showing replays on the scoreboard. I couldn't see that screen from where I was on the stage, but the audience sure could. They were watching close-ups of me without my panties on. One of the contestants raised his hand. "Yes, number three?", Mr. Alberto said. "Well, I don't want to complain, sir, but can the kid really be fair with her own father and uncle in the contest?" "Good question, number three. I expected someone to ask that. Miss Johnson what is the answer?" Mr. Alberto handed me the microphone. I felt embarrassed all over again. "Well, I believe in fairness, I really do. And I promise to do my best. I would say that right now I would give Daddy the lowest vote of anyone. He will have to a lot better than he is doing now to get a good vote from me." I guess that answer was okay because people in the audience clapped and laughed and number three laughed, too. "You won't hear any more complaints, sweetie," Lucy whispered in my ear. "They all want to fuck you." "Well, I hope you don't mean my own Daddy and my own uncle, when you say that Lucy," I whispered back. "I mean them the most," Lucy laughed. The first part of the contest was called "The Tights Competition". The contestants took turns walking up to the front of the stage and then past the judges' table, showing off their cocks, and their balls too, I should add, and they made these macho poses. I had a paper with their numbers on it, not their names, and the other girls did too. Uncle Jack was number seven and Daddy, who was last, was number eight. As Daddy was waiting for his turn I could see he was worried about his hardon. Or maybe he was worried about Mom or about me. I wasn't sure. He just looked plain worried. I think Mr. Alberto noticed this too. I saw him looking at Daddy and then he picked up his microphone. "Everyone in this room, in the audience or among our contestants, would be advised to give his or her best effort to have a good time in this contest and be in the right spirit, because anyone who isn't will hear from some of the Jamaicans afterward, if you know what I mean." Well, I didn't know what Mr. Alberto meant but I guess Daddy understood because he sort of straightened up, not his you know what but the rest of him, and I could see him trying to get himself in a better spirit. Unfortunately, he didn't have much success. When it was Daddy's turn to do his tights competition, his hardon was still pretty soft and it sort of dangled as he walked and as he went slowly by the judges' table, Bette and Lucy made little snickers. They had seen seven hard cocks in a row, and so had I, with Uncle Jack's very interesting one being the last, so the girls thought Daddy's was a joke compared to what they had just seen. Then Daddy was in front of me and I gave him a big smile of encouragement. "Mmmmm, stop for a second number eight," I said. "It's too bad he is feeling shy, number eight. I bet he would get a good score if he was braver." I made a little stretch while Daddy stood in front of the table looking at my breasts and listening to me tease him. He could see that I was looking where I was supposed to be looking, being that I was a judge and all. The contestants weren't allowed to talk during the competitions, so Daddy could only stand there and do what I told him to. "Turn sidewise number eight. I want to see him from the side, please." "I bet he wants to get big like the other ones. He doesn't want to be the only little one here, I am sure of that. I am hoping he will be big. I am hoping that a lot, number eight." I was speaking in this soft voice and I didn't know if it was making Daddy excited but it was making me excited! Well, apparently it did at least encourage Daddy, because Daddy began to get bigger. His cock grew longer and bigger all over and very much harder and pretty soon it was sticking straight out just like it was supposed to, and when Daddy looked down at himself I could see he felt a lot better about the situation. I was glad, because the next competition was about to begin and I wanted Daddy to catch up if he could. I sighed as I wrote down my score for him. Two points. I had given the other contestants eights, nines and two tens. Uncle Jack got a nine from me, and I was glad when I saw that the other girls gave him nines, too. It showed I was being fair, as well as being a good judge of men's cocks. (Stay tuned for Chapter V) Chapter V I was already feeling bad about giving Daddy only two points for the Tights Competition after he had made a pretty good comeback from his verrrrry limp beginning. I realized I should have given him credit for that and that I was being too hard (ahem) on him. I guess I was a little disappointed that my own Daddy didn't do as well as the other contestants and have a big hard cock to begin with, and maybe I was still cross at him. Anyway, Lucy nudged me on my shoulder. "That is just your worksheet, honey. You have to the write scores on the pink card there before they are official." "Oh, what a jerk I am," I laughed. There was a pink card sticking out beneath the worksheet. I pulled it out and saw the contestants listed by number and also the names of the different competition categories. Phew, there was still time to be fair to Daddy. I wrote in my scores and gave him a six in the "tights" column. Next were the "Measurements". A contestant didn't get points for his measurements unless there was a tie at the end and then the contestant who had the best measurements won. The contestants stood in a line in the front of the stage while we judges measured them one by one. Lucy brought a ruler and Bette brought a cloth measuring tape. "Elle, you hold up their cocks while I measure them for length and Bette does the width, okay?" "Oh," I said, getting nervous all over again. I didn't think I had to do something like that. My agreement with Mr. Alberto was to be a judge and look slutty for everyone, it didn't include holding up cocks. We even had it in writing. On my ride to the mansion, Stanley had given me this paper, like a document, and I read it and signed it as my agreement for getting one thousand dollars. I had felt funny about getting paid money. It made me seem like some kind of professional sex person so I had decided to give the money to our church, which is where our family should be going, I thought, instead of to a big sex party, and only keep like enough money for a couple of CD's I really wanted. Anyway, I looked over at Mr. Alberto who was sitting at the side of the stage but he wasn't paying any attention to me. He was writing something in a little notebook. Well, just holding them up seemed not as bad as having to measure them with a ruler or putting cloth measuring tape around them and then determining the measurement. I mean I wouldn't have to really do any work or keep track of anything. I felt all fluttery and nervous and knew if it was me I would probably drop the ruler a hundred times and get the tape all messed up and forget the measurements before I had a chance to write them down. Plus, if I refused to do anything, people would be mad. "Ok," I said getting down on my knees in front of Number One, while Lucy got down beside me and Bette stood behind us waiting for her turn. It was good in a way that I was on my knees because I was feeling woozy. Then I looked at what I had to hold up and I got even woozier. Number One was a small guy, about thirty years old, who looked like he was all muscle and one of his biggest muscles was sticking out like some kind of a weapon. I was surprised that such a small guy would have such a big you know what. I took a big breath and put up two of my fingers. I was afraid to touch it but I did and like an electric shock went right through me. It was stupid to be this worked up about just touching one, I thought, but I couldn't help it. Well, it was almost straight out already and didn't need hardly any holding up at all so I just lifted it a tiny bit with my two finger tips. Then I closed my eyes and held my breath while Lucy moved in with her ruler. "Eight and one third inches," Lucy said. Bette took Lucy's place on the other side of Number One's cock and I kept my closed as she put the tape around it. I felt her fingers brushing mine. "Four and a half inches," Bette said. We all wrote down Number One's measurements on our score cards and moved over to Number Two. I thought it was nice of them to have these little cushions lined up in front of the guys for us to kneel on. I settled myself on my cushion and looked at the biggest hardon I had ever seen in my life, even in pictures, and you could see already it was going to be the biggest one in the contest. The guy who had it was about six feet six and he was black, he was one of the Jamaicans. Every year, Mr. Alberto let one of the Jamaicans be in the contest, as a kind of treat for them, and this year it was this guy's turn. His badboy was so long and heavy it couldn't stick out, it just hung like a horse's thing and I had to use my whole hand to lift it up. I practically fainted when I did it. "Stop trembling, Elle. Hold it steady," Lucy said. "Hmmmm, thirteen and one half inches." As we moved up the line of contestants, I became more and more conscious of the two contestants at the end, my Uncle Jack and Daddy. I kept taking glances at them and worrying the whole time. And then we were there, Lucy and me, shifting ourselves onto the cushions in front of Uncle Jack. I looked up at him and Uncle Jack grinned at me. He couldn't say anything. That was against the rules and he would lose points or might even be disqualified if he talked. So he just gave me this big grin, like he always does; only this was what you could call a unique situation so I wasn't sure exactly what his big grin meant. I tried to smile back at him. Then I looked at his cock and put my fingers under it and gave it a little lift. The skin was warm and beneath the soft, warm skin was the hardness that took a person's breath away. I glanced up, but instead of looking at Uncle Jack, I looked at Daddy. Daddy was watching me. He had a pained look on his face. Daddy also had a really good hardon. So I didn't know what that meant either, to be having both of those things when he was watching me holding Uncle Jack's cock on my fingers. "Seven and three quarter's inches," Lucy announced. Then Bette was there with her measuring tape. (Stay tuned for more of the story. Thanks) Mr. Alberto's Party Ch. 05-06 Chapter V I felt bad about giving Daddy only two points for the Tights Competition after he had made a good comeback from his verrrrry limp beginning. I realized I should have given him credit for that and that I was being too hard (ahem) on him. I guess I was a little disappointed that my own Daddy didn’t do as well as the other contestants and have a big one to begin with, and maybe I was still cross at him for being so naughty. Anyway, Lucy nudged me on my shoulder. “That is just your worksheet, honey. You have to the write the scores on the pink card there before they are official.” “Oh, what a jerk I am,” I laughed. There was a pink card sticking out beneath the worksheet. I pulled it out and saw the contestants listed by number and also the names of the different competition categories. Phew, there was still time to be fair to Daddy. I wrote in my scores and gave him a six in the “Tights” column. The “Measurements” came next. A contestant didn’t get points for his measurements unless there was a tie at the end and then the contestant who had the best measurements won. The contestants stood in a line at the front of the stage while we judges were supposed to measure them one by one. Lucy brought a ruler and Bette brought a cloth measuring tape and I brought just myself and we all stood there looking at the line of hardons. “Elle, you hold up their cocks while I measure them for length and Bette does their thickness, okay?” “Oh,” I said, getting nervous all over again. I didn’t think I had to do something like that. My agreement with Mr. Alberto was to be a judge and look slutty for everyone. It didn’t include holding up cocks. We even had our agreement in writing. On my ride to the mansion, Stanley had given me this paper, like a document, and I read it and signed it as my agreement for getting one thousand dollars. I had felt funny about getting paid money. It made me seem like some kind of professional sex person so I had decided to give the money to our church, which is where our family should be going, I thought, instead of to a big sex party, and only keep like enough money for a couple of CD’s I really wanted. Anyway, I looked over at Mr. Alberto who was sitting at the side of the stage but he wasn’t paying any attention to me. He had something in his hand that he was reading. Well, just holding them up seemed not as bad as having to measure them with a ruler or putting cloth measuring tape around them and then determining the measurement. I mean I wouldn’t have to really do any work or keep track of anything if just held them up. I felt all fluttery and nervous as I tried to consider the alternatives. I knew if it was me I would probably drop the ruler a hundred times and get the tape all messed up and forget the measurements before I had a chance to write them down. Plus, if I refused to do anything, people would be mad. “Ok,” I said getting down on my knees on a little red cushion in front of Number One, while Lucy got down beside me and Bette stood behind us waiting for her turn. It was good in a way that I was on my knees because I was feeling woozy. Then I looked at what I had to hold up I got even woozier. Number One was a small guy, about thirty years old, who looked like he was all muscle and one of his biggest and strongest and most dangerous muscles was sticking out like some kind of a weapon. I was surprised that such a small guy would have such a big you know what. I took a big breath and put up two of my fingers. I was afraid to touch it but I did. It felt like an electric shock went right through me. It was stupid to be this worked up about just touching one, I thought, but I couldn’t help it. The cock was almost straight out already and didn’t need hardly any holding up at all so I just lifted it a tiny bit with my two finger tips. Then I closed my eyes and held my breath while Lucy moved in with her ruler. “Eight and one third inches,” Lucy said. Bette took Lucy’s place on the other side of Number One’s cock and I kept my closed as she put the tape around it. I felt her fingers brushing mine. “Four and a half inches,” Bette said. We all wrote down Number One’s measurements on our score cards and moved over to Number Two. I thought it was nice of them to have these little cushions lined up in front of the guys for us to kneel on. I settled myself on my cushion and looked at the biggest hardon I had ever seen in my life, even in pictures, and anyone could see already it was going to be the biggest one in the whole contest. The guy who had it was about six feet six and he was black. He was one of the Jamaicans. Every year, Mr. Alberto let one of the Jamaicans be in the contest, as a kind of treat for them, and this year it was this guy’s turn. His badboy was so long and heavy it couldn’t stick out, it just hung like a horse’s thing and I had to use my whole hand to lift it up. I practically fainted when I did it. “Stop trembling, Elle. Hold it steady,” Lucy said. “Hmmmm, thirteen and one half inches.” As we moved up the line of contestants, I became more and more conscious of the two contestants at the end, my Uncle Jack and Daddy. I kept taking glances at them and worrying of course the whole time. And then we were there, Lucy and me, shifting ourselves onto the cushions in front of Uncle Jack. I looked up at him and Uncle Jack grinned at me. He couldn’t say anything. That was against the rules and he would lose points or might even be disqualified if he talked. So he just gave me this big grin, like he always does; only this was what you could call a unique situation so I wasn’t sure exactly what his big grin meant. I began to get an idea, though, as the contest went on. I tried to smile back at Uncle jack. Then I looked at his cock and put my fingers under it and gave it a little lift. The skin was warm and beneath the soft, warm skin was the hardness that took a person’s breath away. I glanced up, but instead of looking at Uncle Jack, I looked at Daddy. He was watching me. He had a pained look on his face. He also had a really good hardon now. So I didn’t know what that meant either, to be having both of those things, a frown and a hardon, when he was watching me holding Uncle Jack’s cock on my small fingers. “Seven and three quarters inches,” Lucy announced. Then Bette was there with her measuring tape, and we were done with Number Seven. “Hmmmm. Hello again Number Eight,” I said, as I knelt down on the last cushion in the row. Daddy couldn’t say anything but it wasn’t against the rules for the judges to talk. We each had a tiny stage microphone clipped to us so the audience could hear us as we did our judging. Mine was clipped to the top of my open jersey. So was Bette’s. Lucy didn’t have a jersey so they had clipped hers to a lock of her long, black hair, by her right ear. Daddy looked upset. His face was red and his eyes were all watery and he had beads of perspiration along the top of his forehead. He kept his hands behind the back and he had been fidgeting a lot as he stood in his spot and now he fidgeted more than ever. “So Number Eight, I hope he is ready to have his measurements. I bet he is looking forward to getting them from Lucy and Bette. Is he looking forward to me at all?” There was a big laugh from the audience. Oh, I forgot to tell you. A couple of the Jamaicans were making videos, moving around us and getting pictures of us at different angles, and it was all being shown on the screen above the stage. So everyone in the audience could see and hear what was going on and it was obvious they liked it that I was teasing Daddy, who totally deserved to be teased if you want my opinion. “Number Eight, if you don’t stand still your entry is going to bump me in the face,” I said. There was a big roar from the audience. “Bump her in the face Number Eight!!”, some guy yelled. I thought it was cute saying “entry” because that’s what it was, being a contest and all, and, secondly, cocks are made for entering things besides contests so the word had like a double meaning. “Hmmmm, you don’t want to bump me in the face, do you Number Eight,” I teased, and I wiggled my nose right in front of Daddy’s cock and then I laughed and tilted my head up a little and licked my lips as if I was thinking about doing something totally naughty. I thought Daddy was going to have a heart attack. He didn’t realize I was only teasing him. Of course I didn’t want Daddy to actually have a heart attack, so I gave him a nice smile and moved my head away. “Look at this, Number Eight, I know that this is something that would entertain you,” Lucy said, and then Lucy cupped one of my breasts in her hand and began to rub my nipple with her thumb. “Oh!” I gasped and tried to pull back, but Bette was standing right behind me and blocked me. Lucy laughed and continued feeling me up while Daddy watched. I have to admit I didn’t mind it that much. I was feeling hot all over by this time and my nipples were driving me crazy the way they always do when I get like that. Maybe Lucy didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to have sex with anyone, I thought to myself, keeping my eyes closed while Lucy made my nipples feel better. I mean they needed to be rubbed or something the way they were tingling so much. Also, you couldn’t really say it was sex, just being felt up a little. Mmmmmmm, I almost wanted Lucy to kiss me, which was kind of amazing since I had never been kissed that way by a girl before. It must have been a big shock to Daddy for me to get felt up right in front of him by a girl, seeing her squeeze my bare breasts and rub my nipples which were all hard and pointy, while I closed my eyes and smiled. Oh well, too bad. “All right judges, let’s not get carried away yet, you girls have important work to do first,” Mr. Alberto said into his microphone. Lucy let me go. “Phew,” I said. We all went back to our judging work. I put my fingers under Daddy’s cock and gave it a lift. Oh, it was such a different experience from doing that same thing to the other ones. Why was it so different, I wondered. Daddy’s entry wasn’t bigger or harder than the other ones. In fact, it was smaller. But that didn’t matter one bit. The other cocks had made me feel like I had an electric buzz inside me when I touched them. Daddy’s made me feel like I had a thousand of those buzzes. In my physics class, we studied things they call “phenomena” quite a bit and I thought to myself that this huge difference in the buzzing a person could feel was a kind of phenomenon like we learned about in physics, and I decided I would have to think about that later when I had the time. Lucy put up her ruler. “Seven and one half inches,” she said. “Oh, poor Number Eight,” I sighed, because Daddy’s was the shortest one. But it wasn’t the thinnest we found out when Bette made her measurement. A couple of the really long ones were thinner, so Daddy could proud of that I thought. Also, I felt that seven and one half inches was nothing to be ashamed of. It just wasn’t enough inches to get you a prize in a contest, at least not this contest! Hmmmm, I wondered what the prize would be for the winner. No one had told me about that part. The “Handsome” competition was next. This was different from the Tights competition because that one was about guys being macho with their cocks, posing in their tights and so forth, whereas the Handsome competition stressed the artistic side, it was strictly about a cock being like a work of art without the judges having to pay attention to the guy who went with it. Mr. Alberto explained this to everyone, standing in the center of the stage with his microphone. “This is bogus,” Bette whispered. “It’s just like the Tights competition if you ask me.” “I don’t think it is bogus at all, Bette,” I said. “I think it’s nice they have a part of the competition that is artistic and makes you think about beauty.” Bette gave me a funny look. I could see she was not an artistic sort of person herself. Well, the Handsome competition didn’t take that long. The guys came up to us at our table, one at a time, and we looked at their “entries” for like ten seconds while some music played in the background and then we put down our scores. This part of the judging was very subjective, of course. I gave scores from seven to ten, with Daddy getting my only ten. I truly thought he deserved a ten because even though his wasn’t huge, it had excellent proportion in my opinion and it had a really handsome round head with beautiful pink skin and you could see these light blue veins which I thought were quite attractive, unlike the bulging veins you saw on other cocks which were interesting all right but not that beautiful. Lucy almost agreed with me because she gave Daddy a nine. However, Bette gave him only a seven. Well, I mean what you could expect from her! I gave Uncle Jack’s an eight. I might have given his a nine, which his probably deserved but Uncle Jack made me a little mad the way he kept grinning at me and winking and always staring at my tits, never even once looking away when I would kind of lean back in my chair and point my hard nipples at him to tease and taunt him, so I gave him an eight because it wasn’t right for a contestant to try to flirt with a judge. Uncle Jack should have known that. Chapter VI The Talent Competition The last column on my scorecard had the words “Talent Competition” at the top. I was going to ask Lucy what that meant exactly but I never got the chance. Now I was going to find out. Mr. Alberto had walked to the center of the stage and everyone quieted down to listen to what he had to say. You could sense a lot of anticipation in the auditorium. I was pretty curious myself. “All right, I am sure many of you will want to leave now that we have come to the boring part of the Alberto Party Cock Contest, the Talent Competition.” That got a big laugh from the audience. “What, no one is leaving? Then let me remind you all of the rules. This competition involves our three pretty judges, naturally. I know that some of you felt that we were too easy on the contestants last year and the year before by having a grandmother judge do the handjobs. This year, our new judge, Ellie Johnson, will do those. She will give each contestant a one minute handjob, assuming the contestant can hang on that long. Then Lucy will take over with her mouth until the contestant reaches an orgasm. When the contestant is ready, he will remove his cock from Lucy’s mouth and direct his spurt at Bette’s face. All three judges will taste Bette’s new makeup. In other words, the handjob will be a test of the contestant’s staying power. If the contestant comes then, he will be disqualified. If he passes his test, he will get a blowjob and be judged by Lucy on how much she enjoys his cock in her mouth. He will then be judged on the strength and aim of his orgasm and finally he will be judged on taste. This is a complicated competition, as you can see. It requires good concentration on the part of those taking part, so I would ask the audience to keep the shouting and jeering to a minimum. Just kidding. I expect you all to shout and jeer as much as you want. Are there any questions from our judges?” “Well I have a question, Mr. Alberto,” I said. I stood up and looked right at him. I had my hands on my hips to show him I wasn’t fooling. “Yes?”, Mr. Alberto said. “Giving a person a handjob is having sex. I know that it is so don’t tell me it isn’t. And our agreement said I wouldn’t have to do that. I would only have to be a judge and dress like a slut, so it isn’t fair that I have to do what you just said.” Mr. Alberto reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the paper I had seen him reading before. Now I recognized it. It was the agreement I had signed in the limousine. “Your agreement, Miss Johnson, says nothing about sex. It doesn’t mention the word at all. We all know that there can be different ideas about what sex is. Just ask our last President about that. Your agreement states, and I quote, “You will not be required to be screwed or fingerfucked in any of your screw holes and you will not be required to give blowjobs or kiss or be kissed by any person.” Says nothing about giving handjobs, Miss Johnson, and it says nothing about licking cum off Bette’s face. Also, my dear, if you read the fine print you would know that if you refuse to do what you are asked and which your agreement permits, I can do whatever I wish with you.” Was I ever dumb bell or what? That agreement had a lot of loopholes in it, I could see that now, but I had signed it like a silly girl and now I was stuck. Another big laugh suddenly came from the audience. The spotlight was back on my Mom. She had fainted in her chair. It wasn’t nice of Mr. Alberto to trick me like that. I refused to say anything more to him and I wouldn’t look at him, either. I didn’t appreciate one bit him saying to me that he could do whatever he wished with me. Well, that wasn’t going to happen. I followed Lucy and Bette over to the line of contestants, feeling my skirt swish on my thighs and feeling the air on my nipples. A person could still be mad even if she was aroused, I told myself. “Okay, honey, you’re on,” Lucy said, smiling at me. Number one sat down on the stage. His cock stuck up in his lap like a missile ready for launching. I knelt beside him. The guys with the video cameras were close by doing their thing. A kind of a hush came over the audience. I could see that some people were watching us on the stage and some had their heads turned up and were watching the screen. My Mom wasn’t watching a thing. She was out cold, but Aunt Ginger was one of the people standing up for a better look, making the people behind her stand up too. I started feeling a little better. This was almost like acting in a play, I thought. One of the Jamaicans came onto the stage with a black timer that could be set for one minute. He put it on a little table next to Mr. Alberto. “Ready, Judge Johnson?”, Mr. Alberto said. I nodded my head. “Remember, Judge Johnson, this is a test of self control. Your job is to try to break his self control. Do you understand what I mean?” Mr. Alberto wanted me to make him cum if I could. A person didn’t have to be a genius to understand that. I nodded again. “All right, go!” Mr. Johnson set the timer. I took a big breath and wrapped my hand around my first assignment and began to pump it. Oh, it was so warm and strong feeling because of all that hardness. I just loved the hardness. Mmmmmm, it was kind of enjoyable even doing it to him if it was like serious official business that could get me in trouble if I did it wrong. Number one made a moan. He looked at me as I moved my hand up and down. He licked his lips and stared at my tits. He looked down at my skirt. I smiled to myself, thinking about what my job was. “Gosh, Number One, are you wondering what is under this teeny tiny skirt of mine?” With my other hand I gave the skirt a lift. Number One’s eyes got real big. I pumped him harder and faster, then I did it slower and rubbed my thumb over the head of his cock, back and forth and back and forth. I let my skirt back down. “Mmmmm, I don’t want to show you myself down there too much, Number One, you might want to fuck me if I do that. I am sure you don’t want to fuck me now but you might if I keep on showing you places to do it.” Well, as soon as I said that, I saw a look of concern come over Number One’s face. My hand was going up and down. Number One’s eyes got big again. Then he gasped. I felt his cock twitch in my hand and the next thing I knew, it spurted. A roar went up from the audience. People were laughing and shouting and making fun of Number One. I was so surprised I pulled my hand away as soon as Number One started to spurt. It was like a geyser of cum. The cum went straight up into the air and then splashed down on him and me, mostly on my legs and my skirt, but a little on my hand. Mr. Alberto's Party Ch. 05-06 “That was less than thirty seconds, Number One. Disqualified.” Mr. Alberto sighed and shook his head, letting everyone know he was pretty unimpressed with Number One’s self control. But Mr. Alberto thought I did a good job. “Very nice, Miss Johnson, showing Number One your fuckhole. I suspect that helped put him over the edge. And you have a very attractive fuckhole, doesn’t she audience.” Big cheer. “Yes, let’s hear it again for Miss Johson”s fuckhole.” The audience roared and clapped and whistled for my fuckhole. End of Chapter Six. Chapter Seven…Coming Up. Mr. Alberto's Party Ch. 07 Mr. Alberto’s Party – We Have A Winner The continuing the story of 18 year old Elle Johnson at the sex party at Mr. Alberto’s mansion. I didn’t really appreciate Mr. Alberto making fun of me by having everyone cheer for my “fuckhole”, as he called it. I almost wanted to walk right off the stage, but that wasn’t possible. The Jamaicans were there and they would not have let me go anywhere and who knows what Mr. Alberto would have let them to do to me if I had tried to get out of my agreement. So I just shifted myself over to Number Two. “Hmmmm,” I said, giving Number Two a smile. “I guess I’ll have to use two hands on you.” Which is what I did. I wrapped my hands around Number Two’s gigantic black cock and started pumping away. I looked into his eyes while I did it and he looked into mine and he hadn’t been doing it for more than like fifteen seconds when I saw this look of alarm on his face. Don’t tell me, I thought, that he is going to cum too, just like Number One. I pumped him faster and harder. It was like moving my hands up and down a baseball bat. Number Two closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Then he opened them again and looked at me. He looked at my tits and then his gaze lowered, so I opened my legs and leaned back, holding my arms almost straight in order to keep on pumping, and Number Two looked at my cunt and this wild look came over him and I thought for a second that he was going to jump me. But then he cried out and spurted. I kept on pumping as his cum splashed down on my hands and my arms, while he groaned and gasped the whole time. “Honey, you are good at that,” Lucy laughed. I was wiping myself off with one of the official contest cum cloths that the judges have. “Phew. I think it is beginner’s luck, Lucy. I never did this before.” “Well, you aren’t giving Bette and me anything to do.” Lucy said, giving me a pretend pout. “Sorry.” Actually, I was starting to get an idea. Daddy was in last place but he was within one point of two of the contestants and two points from one other, so he had a chance to catch those guys. I had just disqualified two contestants who had been too far ahead for him to catch up and there were just two more in that category, so if I could disqualify those two then Daddy would have a chance. One of those guys was Number Five and the other was Number Three who was looking at me now, and grinning, as I pushed my cushion in front of him. “Is he ready for my little hand, Number 3?,” I smiled. Number Three laughed. He leaned back with his arms behind him and his cock sticking almost a foot into the air, hard as steel and like bristling at me with its purple head and big bulging blue veins. He was very self confident, I could tell, a real macho guy. Hmmm, I was gong to enjoy this even if I didn’t succeed. His cock made you weak all over when you looked at it. I took a big breath and put my right hand around it and started to pump. It felt like I has holding something dangerous and that pumping it only made it more dangerous. My heart was going a mile a minute. I tried to make myself calm down so that I could talk ok and I finally did. “He probably just likes to do this. He probably would never want to you know, fuck a young girl like me, I mean like totally fuck her,” I said, softly, giving Number Three a big pout. Number Three had stopped smiling at this point. He was concentrating on keeping himself together, I think. He was looking off into space, but when I said that about him fucking a girl like me, he looked at me and his eyes got wide and bleary. I made my hand go faster, then real, real fast, then very, very slow, up and down and down and up, moving the satiny skin over that steel shaft of his. I looked at the timer. We had past the thirty second mark. I pumped faster again. Number Three made a groan and closed his eyes. I kept pumping. Forty five seconds. Darn it. I pumped as hard as I could. Fifty seconds, fifty five seconds. Bingo! Number Three didn’t even gasp. His cock just erupted in this huge spurt that went as high as Number Three’s head before it poured down over my hand. Ohhh, it was very hot! ‘”Disqualified!”, Mr. Alberto announced. “Fifty seven seconds, Number Three. You almost made it, too bad, young man.” Well, the audience was going nuts. People thought it was a riot that I had disqualified the first three guys in the contest. Lucy said that when they had the Grandmother judge do the handjobs no one ever got disqualified. She laughed about it, but Bette was miffed. I guess Bette couldn’t wait to get cum on her face. Hmmmm, my arm was getting tired and my wrist was, too, and now I was putting my hand around Number Four’s ten hard inches. It was so handsome I forgot about my arm and my wrist and I started pumping up and down. Wait, how could Number four be behind Daddy’s score when he had a totally fabulous cock like this? I looked at Number Five and realized I had mixed them up. Number Four, not Five, was the last contestant that Daddy couldn’t catch without me. I made eyes at Number Four as I pumped him. I could see that Number Four was trying to avoid me, avoid my eyes, I mean. He wasn’t trying to avoid my hand. “Oh, it is so big and strong and hard, I can hardly stand it,” I sort of whispered in his ear, as my hand kept moving. “Shut up!,” Number Four muttered. Poor Number Four knew right away he had made a big mistake. He looked quickly over my shoulder at Mr. Alberto. “What was that, Number Four?” “Oh, its okay, Mr. Alberto,” I said, figuring I would help Number Four out. “He just told me to shut up. I don’t mind him talking to me that way in the middle of the contest.” “Disqualified!” I thought it was interesting that the first four contestants were the guys with the most impressive cocks, I mean from what you would call an objective standpoint. I wasn’t that objective myself but I wasn’t stupid either. I could tell a great cock when I saw one. And now those first four guys were history and the three that were left were all guys that Daddy had a chance to beat, and Number Five, who had a long, very skinny and unattractive cock was next. Well, Bette finally got her wish with Number Five, and the audience and me finally got to see a blowjob. Number Five was only one point ahead of Daddy. If I couldn’t disqualify him, Daddy would still have a chance unless Number Five came like gangbusters all over Bette’s face. Maybe I let up a little bit at that point, the way guys let up when they get a big lead in a basketball game (a problem girls’ teams don’t have that much) because Number Five. had no problem with me. Then I got out of the way and Lucy got down on her knees in front of Number Five and gave him a blow job. Lucy was really good, and she liked doing it, you could tell. There were close-ups on the video screen just of Lucy’s mouth, with its lipstick coming off, moving back and forth on Number Five’s glistening cock. People loved it. However, that was like the high point for Number Five as far as his score was concerned. He felt himself starting to come so he pulled out of Lucy’s mouth and aimed his dick at Bette who was kneeling beside Lucy and then he totally spurted all over Bette, I mean it was a great spurt, even people in the audience who had seen lots of spurts before said afterward that this was a great one. Bette’s head jerked back from all the spurting it was receiving, but Number Five held his cock and went right up to Bette and spurted again at point blank range. Bette’s face was like a mask of cum, you couldn’t even tell what she looked like any more, plus she was choking quite a bit. The audience was stunned. I was stunned myself. I was in awe. I have to admit that besides feeling sorry for Daddy, who couldn’t possibly match what Number Five had just done, I felt a little miffed that Number Five didn’t like me or that he liked Lucy better than me even if he did like me, since Lucy was the one who had made him cum. At first there was silence and then the audience burst into applause and cheers for Number Five. They gave him a standing ovation. Number Five walked to the front of the stage and took a bow and he kept on bowing until he hit his head on the floor. He had passed out. Mr. Alberto and a couple of the Jamaicans looked him over as Number Five lay on the stage, like a dead guy, and finally the black guys dragged him off the stage. “Fainted,” Mr. Alberto said into the microphone. “His orgasm was too much for him, ladies and gentlemen. Too bad, he surely would have won. But you can’t faint in a cock contest, for pete’s sake. Disqualified!” Wow, I thought, Daddy still had a chance. I turned my attention to Number Six. He was a big, fat guy and pretty ugly, if you want my opinion, with a long, crooked nose, but he also had a very long cock and it was pretty straight at the moment. I gave Number Six a smile and wrapped my hand around my assignment and began to pump him, nice and slow, while I licked my lips and tried to make Number Six think that I wished I could put his big hardon in a part of me he would like better than my hand. I was trying to disqualify him, of course. Well, it didn’t work. Number Six closed his eyes and started humming to himself. I pumped harder and harder and he hummed louder and louder. It was very annoying, all that humming. If a person couldn’t talk in the contest it seemed to me he shouldn’t be allowed to hum either, but no one said anything so I guess it wasn’t against the rules. Shucks, I thought when the timer went off. Number Six gave me this look like he had won as I pulled my hand away and Lucy moved in with her pretty mouth. He was overconfident, poor guy. Almost as soon as Lucy started sucking him, her eyes opened wide. Number Six yanked his cock out of Lucy’s mouth and aimed at Bette, but he was too late. Only a few creamy dribbles came out of him while this huge load of cum oozed from Lucy’s mouth and ran down her chin. The audience laughed and hooted and that was it for Number Six. I smiled at Lucy. She looked prettier with cum on her face than Bette ever would. “Hmmm, hello, Number Seven,” I said in my cutest voice, looking into Uncle’s Jack’s eyes while my hand sort of hovered over his gigantic hardon. Uncle Jack looked down. He was waiting for my hand, I could tell. I decided to tease him, so even though the timer was going and I was losing precious seconds, I took a gamble that teasing him that way would make him extra horny and that when I did go to work I would get a quick result. I brought my hand down, just barely brushing my palm against him. Uncle Jack quivered and made a soft moan. He was gritting his teeth. “Mmmmmm,” I sighed, and I brought my hand up, not even all the way, almost like a feather that barely touched him and sometimes didn’t touch at all. Uncle Jack moaned. He shifted toward me, trying to get his cock in my hand but I giggled and pulled away from him. Fifteen seconds gone, approaching twenty. Okay, I thought, no more torture for Uncle Jack. I grasped his hardon and started pumping him, hard and fast. A look of bliss came over Uncle Jack’s face. He closed his eyes and let me stroke him. I think I liked it almost as much as he did. I loved the feeling of his soft skin riding up and down over his steely hardon. It made me wonder what things between Uncle Jack and me would be like from now on. I mean, would Uncle Jack expect to have sex with me? And if he did expect that, what was I going to do about it? Hmmmm. As interesting as that question was, an even more interesting one was in the back of my mind as I thought about the person looking over my shoulder at my hand going up and down. I am referring to Daddy of course. His badboy was sticking straight out and it was totally hard and ready and waiting for me and I could see from the expression on Daddy’s face that he was getting impatient for his turn. What a naughty Daddy, I thought to myself, but not being critical of him. Daddy was a man and he couldn’t help it if his cock got big and hard. Bing went the timer, right in the middle of my thinking about Daddy. Uncle Jack had made it this far. I pulled my hand off and got out of the way for Lucy. Then I sat back and watched her go to work. Lucy was so good at giving blowjobs. I watched her so I could learn some things. Lucy stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and licked all along the bottom of Uncle Jack’s shaft, making him shudder. Then she softly kissed the pink velvety head before she licked that, too, just the head, making her tongue go in little circles around it. Then she slowly took the whole cock inside her mouth. It was such a big cock that some of it had to go into Lucy’s throat. Her head bobbed on it, slow at first and then faster, causing her hair to swish in front of her face, which Lucy brushed back so that Uncle Jack and everyone else could see. Lucy’s lips were stretched and she still had a little lipstick left but now it all rubbed off on the wet, white shaft moving back and forth in her mouth. Suddenly, Uncle Jack gasped. I looked at Bette, kneeling right there beside them, waiting to get her face creamed, but when Uncle Jack pulled out of Lucy he creamed me instead!!! My mouth opened in my surprise, which was a pretty funny mistake because it got big spurt of hot cum inside it, along with all the other spurting that was drenching my face. I knelt there and took it, not knowing what else to do, but Uncle Jack grabbed my hair anyway and held me, in case I tried to escape. The audience loved it. People were shouting and cheering. I blinked my eyes open and the first thing I saw was one of the camera guys bending down in front of me getting a nice close up of my face. I swallowed my mouthful of cum. It felt warm and slippery going down my throat. I kind of liked it. I licked my lips and smiled for the camera and then I wiped my face with the one the towels they had for us and I gave Uncle Jack a big stare. “Number Seven, you weren’t supposed to cum on my face. You were supposed to cum on Bette’s face. You can’t win the contest that way.” Uncle Jack was still panting. “Fuck the contest,” he said. He gave me this meaningful look before he backed away, leaving me alone with the one remaining contestant. He had just seen Uncle Jack cum all over my face so I didn’t what he thought about THAT. I hoped he wasn’t too mad at me. “Well, hello, Number Eight, how are you?”, I said, smiling up at him. I watched out of the corner of my eye for Mr. Alberto to set the timer and when he did I wrapped my hand around Daddy’s badboy. Phew, this pretending-to-be-a-slut stuff was fun. But I was a little worried about it. If a person wasn’t careful she might get hooked on the idea and want to be a real slut. Well, this was my first time doing it so I decided I shouldn’t be that concerned. “Hmmmm,” I said, making my hand go slowly up and down while I looked at Daddy. He swayed a little on his feet and his face was red and sweaty. He didn’t look that great, to be honest. He looked weak, as if all his strength had gone into one place and he didn’t have enough left for the rest of his body. “We expect a good hard handjob there, Miss Blossom,” Mr. Alberto boomed out in his microphone. “Yeah, don’t give him a break just cause he’s your Daddy,” someone yelled from the audience. They wanted me to try as hard to disqualify Daddy as I had tried with the others, but of course I had a totally different idea. I wanted Daddy to win the contest and now he really could win if he got through my handjob okay and if, after Lucy helped him out, he was able to cum even just a little bit on Bette’s face. My hand went up and down and I was having trouble keeping my own excitement under control because of what my naughty hand was going up and down on. I had to admit that I was happy that Daddy was so hard. And I was proud, too. I could see by the way he would glance at me and then let his gaze fall to my tits and stay there that he was hard because of me. Oh no, Daddy was tensing up. Not even thirty seconds and his orgasm was starting. I squeezed his cock. I squeezed it pretty hard. Daddy winced. His cock softened a little in my grasp. I unsqueezed and looked at Daddy’s face. He made a funny smile, telling me he was okay. The crisis was over. But it came again about fifteen seconds later and I had to give his badboy another hard squeeze. It worked and it worked once more after that before the minute ran out. Daddy had been ready to cum three times but I was able to squeeze all of them back. Daddy and I both gave a sigh of relief when we heard the timer go bing and I was able to let my hand fall away. Then Lucy took over. I got worried when I saw Daddy look at me with that same crazy expression on his face that he had before. “Number Eight you better not do what Number Seven did,” I said, firmly. He didn’t, thank goodness. Daddy lasted about ten seconds. His spurts weren’t the greatest. They didn’t have to be. Bette closed her eyes and lifted her chin. She took Daddy’s spurt on the nose. Just one. Daddy missed with his others, they weren’t strong enough to reach the big slut’s face. Bette was happy to get the one that she did get. She grinned for the camera as the cum glob spread over her nose and some of it dripped off the tip of her nose and she caught it with her tongue and smeared it across her lips, being as slutty as she possibly could for the camera. I wanted to smack her, but she was doing her job. So that is how Daddy won the cock contest at Mr. Alberto’s party. Mr. Alberto said that Daddy won thanks to me, because I had been so good at disqualifying some of the other guys and I hadn’t really tried to disqualify Daddy. He said that into the microphone to the audience, accusing me of cheating! “The little bitch was a dishonest judge,” Mr. Alberto said in a loud voice, as if I were a criminal. People started shouting. “Punish the bitch,” someone yelled. I thought the voice sounded like Aunt Ginger’s. “Give the cunt to the Jamaicans!,” someone else yelled. Now people were standing up and waving their fists in the air. A lot of them were laughing. I could see it was a big game they were playing. Finally, Mr. Alberto put up his hand and everyone quieted down. “We can’t prove the bitch is a cheat. Therefore, we can’t take away Number Eight’s prize. He is the official winner. That means he will have the lead role in our annual fuck movie that we will make right on this stage the day after tomorrow. His co star will be whoever you vote as the female you most want to see in our fuck film. That vote will be taken after supper tonight. In the meantime, I think there is enough evidence that Miss Johnson was a bad judge even if we can’t prove she was a dirty cheat, so she has violated her agreement, which was to be a good judge not a bad judge, and you all know what that means.” Lots of shouting and laughs from the audience. I had no idea what Mr. Alberto was talking about. I started to walk over to him to complain about what he was saying when one of the Jamaicans grabbed me and started hauling me off the stage. Daddy looked at me but he was helpless to do a thing because two other Jamaicans were standing right next to him. “Oh boy,” I thought, “what is going to happen to me now?” Stay tuned for the next chapter in Elle Johnson’s adventures at Mr. Alberto’s Party.