0 comments/ 9130 views/ 3 favorites Splooge Countdown By: Reverend_Hornibastard The following to be considered as grist for a comical, XXX rated video presentation: Splooge Countdown!
(A Late Night Cable TV Reality Game Show) [The lively Splooge Countdown game show musical theme cranks up as the lights come on illuminating the brightly colored set. The audience applauds enthusiastically as the curtains at the rear of the set part briefly and the host, a young man wearing a fashionable dark blazer over khaki slacks and a colorful shirt, bounds onto the middle of the set.] "Welcome to this week's edition of Splooge Countdown!" I'm your host, Derek Fontane! We've got another dynamite show for you tonight as our three-time champion, Connie Kinkaid, attempts to stretch her winning streak to a fourth explosively sticky victory!" "But before we ask Connie to join us on the set, let's introduce tonight's judges." "Desiree, come on out!" [A voluptuous blonde who appears to be in her late 20s emerges from the darkness behind the curtains at the rear of the set. She is wearing only stilettos, a pair of enormous gold hoop earrings and enough mascara for five women.] "Welcome Desiree!" [Desiree approaches the host and they kiss on both cheeks with pretentious European affectation.] "No doubt many of you will recognize Desiree as a starlet who has appeared in many ... um ... special interest films." Desiree laughs, "It's OK Derek. You can say it. I am a veteran of many triple X rated films." "And I'm a big fan!" Derek admits as he pointedly ogles her rather obviously enhanced gazongas and fine, curvaceous bottom. [The audience whoops, whistles and applauds enthusiastically as Desiree turns slowly to give everyone a good look at her porn princess assets. In proper porn actress fashion, she is shaved as smooth as a billiard ball.] "Tonight Desiree will be joined by another star of the silver screen! Let's hear a big round of applause for our second judge, Hugh Mongus!" [The curtains at the rear of the set part again as man who appears to be pushing 40 years of age bounds onto the stage. Like Desiree, his attire is extremely minimal, limited to a piece of grotesquely flashy jewelry -- a heavy gold medallion on a gold chain thick enough to be a bicycle chain. Feminine voices in the audience scream their delight as his oversized love muscle wags impressively to and fro while he jogs over to stand beside Derek and Desiree.] "No need to explain how you landed leading man roles in the adult film industry," Derek wisecracks. [Hugh Mongus laughs and looks a little sheepish.] "Have you and Desiree ... ," Derek clears his throat and pretends to be lost for words, "you know ... ever .... appeared in films together?" Derek begins simulating coitus with his hands as if anyone had missed the true thrust of his question. Hugh looks over at Desiree who responds on his behalf, "Yes, we've actually been in three films together but we've only ever had one sex scene with each other." "That's right," Hugh Mongus interjects, "It was only a blow job but it was great and I'm really looking forward to another, more involved and extended love scene with Desiree." [Desiree coos her agreement and approaches Hugh. They kiss passionately. Hugh fondles Desiree's lovely caboose as she enthusiastically strokes his baloney before dropping to her knees and giving Hugh some of the oral attention he had admitted receiving from her in front of a camera and sound crew once before. The audience erupts in appreciative whoops and applause.] "OK, OK, you two," Derek says as he steps in between them to force them apart. [Derek looks with mock horror at the foot long boner Hugh Mongus has acquired in consequence of Desiree's passionate kiss, soft wandering hands and highly experienced lips and tongue. He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.] "In keeping with our tradition here on Splooge Countdown, our third judge will be chosen from our studio audience. Men and women willing to participate in tonight's show as judges have been advised of their rights and are all seated in the portion of the studio especially reserved for our Splooge Countdown judge candidates." [The camera pans across a part of the studio that has been cordoned off and contains approximately 40 men and women who all rise to their feet and begin clapping enthusiastically as the lively Splooge Countdown musical theme begins to play. The studio lights flash as a digital display drops down from above, randomly flashing numbers before stopping abruptly.] "Seat number 19!" Derek puts his hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the Klieg lights as he peers into the audience looking to see who is in seat 19. A feminine squeal is heard as the camera zooms in on a woman who appears to be in her early 30s. She makes her way to the aisle and enthusiastically descends the stairs to join Derek, Hugh and Desiree on the stage. She is wearing a University of Wisconsin sweatshirt over some shorts. She brushes her mousy brown hair from her face and giggles excitedly as she stands beside Derek, staring intently at Hugh's partially deflated but still awesome appendage. "Hello, what is your name?" Derek asks. "Sarah Paulson." "Welcome, Sarah! Where are you from?" "Racine." "What do you do in Racine, Sarah?" Sarah still appears to be distracted by Hugh's impressive semi and fails to respond to Derek's question. Derek puts his hand under Sarah's chin and pulls her attention and gaze over his way. "Over here, Sarah." The audience laughs. Sarah puts her hands over her face, laughing and embarrassed. "Sorry," she says. "That's quite all right," Derek assures her. "I work for Domino's Pizza." "Are you married?" "I was, but I divorced a couple of years ago." "Have you watched our show before?" "Oh yes. I never miss it. If I'm not going to be at home I get it on DVR." "Good girl!" Derek quips, rolling his eyes as he glances toward the camera with a knowing look. "OK then, you are familiar with our rules and traditions, aren't you?" "Yes, I am!" Sarah replies. "OK," Derek continues, "Then you know what our judges are required to wear as they perform their duties, right?" Sarah laughs nervously. "Yes, I know" she stammers. "And what is it the judges wear, Sarah?" Derek asks. "Nothing at all?" Sarah replies hesitantly. "That's exactly right! It's time for you to strip down to your official judge's attire! Are you ready to do that for us, Sarah?" "I'm shaking!" Sarah exclaims, her voice quivering noticeably. "But I told myself I could do this if I was selected." She hesitates for a moment and then announces, "OK, yes, I'm ready!" Derek, Desiree and Hugh Mongus step back, the lights dim as a garish pink spotlight envelopes Sarah and stripper-themed music wells up and fills the studio. Sarah steps over to the pole at the left edge of the stage begins to gyrate not too convincingly and peels her University of Wisconsin sweatshirt off over her head. The studio audience clap and stomp their feet encouraging Sarah's amateurish pole-dancing and strip show. She opens her bra allowing two milky white and surprisingly large breasts to spill out. The male voices in the crowd roar their approval. Sarah then kicks off her sandals and begins to unbutton her shorts. She pauses and clasps her hands over her face, obviously shy and unsure of herself. The crowd begins chanting "Take it off, Sarah! Take it off, Sarah! Take it off, Sarah!" Encouraged by the crowd, Sarah resumes her gyrations as she unbuttons her shorts and wriggles them off revealing light colored cotton bikini panties. She is unexpectedly small and tight below the waist for a girl with such voluptuous water wings. The crowd continues chanting, ever more loudly, "Take it off, Sarah! Take it off, Sarah! Take it off, Sarah!" Now past the point of no return, Sarah pulls down her panties and tosses them aside. Perhaps in anticipation of appearing naked on national late night cable TV, Sarah's mound and its environs are shaved to smooth perfection. After a couple of naked swings around the pole she triumphantly clasps her hands together high over her head and shakes her white jugs as the music stops and the studio lights come back on. A stunning, dark-skinned, long-legged young Asian woman wearing only stilettos and a Splooge Countdown baseball cap races onstage carrying a small duffel bag. She collects Sarah's discarded clothing, places the items in the duffel bag and immediately dashes back offstage. "That'll do, Sarah! That'll do!" Derek reassures her. "The audience obviously thinks you are very hot!" Looking down at Hugh Mongus's renewed rigidity, Derek adds, "It would appear that Hugh also thinks you are really hot!" Sarah shrieks with delight as she focuses her gaze on Hugh's gargantuan totem pole and begins to jump excitedly, her white melons bouncing wildly. Sarah does not seem to realize that Hugh received more oral "fluffing" courtesy of Desiree while he watched her amateur striptease and pole dancing. "Oh, I'm sorry," Derek says. "How tactless of me! I have not introduced you!" "Sarah, this is Desiree." Sarah and Desiree shake hands. The contrast between the voluptuous, platinum blonde, nude porn star and the naked Midwestern divorcee with mousy brown hair is striking. "And this ... " Derek says as he gestures to Hugh's rigid salami, "is Hugh Mongus." Hugh steps forward and extends his hand. Sarah reaches out to shake his hand but Hugh immediately takes her hand and places it on his profoundly conspicuous erection. Sarah erupts with nervous laughter but takes a firm grip and pumps Hugh's Oscar Mayer enthusiastically. "Very pleased to meet you, Hugh" she says while never taking her eyes off his enormous nightstick. Hugh clasps his hands behind his back and takes a half step towards Sarah, making himself as accessible to her as he possibly can. Sarah seems unable to resist the temptation and begins stroking Hugh's gargantuan love muscle with both hands. [Derek shakes his head as he gives another knowing look into the camera.] "OK, then ... moving right along! I'm going to ask our three judges to please take their seats on the judge's bench," Derek commands imperiously as he gestures towards a red velvet couch a few feet behind where they have been standing. The three naked judges make their way to the couch, Sarah leading the way, pulling Hugh along behind her by his engorged vital statistic and Desiree close behind balancing on her stilettos and sashaying her delicious tush for maximum effect. Hugh takes his seat in the middle of the couch, flanked by Desiree on his left and Sarah who sits to his right but snuggles in so close that she is practically in his lap as she continues enthusiastically working his stick shift. "Did you find second gear yet, Sarah?" Derek asks. "Oh, yes, she's found it!" Hugh responds on her behalf as he wraps his right arm around Sarah and begins fondling her right breast. Desiree looks on with increasing interest. The audience erupts. The camera lingers on the judges' antics until Derek clears his throat and says, "Over here." The camera turns to Derek who feigns frustration at his temporary loss of control over the show. "It's time to welcome back our three-time champion, from Tulsa, Oklahoma, veteran cock tease, Connnieeee Kiinkaaaid and her husband Roger!" Derek's voice rings and trails off like the announcer at a prize fight. [Again the studio lights dim, the musical theme blares and the spotlight shines on a young woman who emerges from the briefly parted curtains. She is blonde, petite and wearing what vaguely resembles a prize-fighter's hooded robe except that it is sequined, semi-transparent and barely long enough to cover her tight ass. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail. She is accompanied by a slightly pudgy man in his mid-30s with thinning hair. He is dressed like a boxer's ringside coach. The word "Coach" is emblazoned across the front of his T-shirt stretched tightly across his pudginess.] "Welcome back, Connie! Welcome back, Roger!" The couple take turns shaking Derek's hand. "For those of you who may have missed our last three Splooge Countdown matches," Derek intones, "Connie is 22 years old and is studying to be a dental hygienist. She and Roger have been married a little over one year. Roger is a certified public accountant." "You're looking lovely, as usual, Connie," Derek observes. The audience evidence their concurrence with some wolf whistles and whooping. "Are you ready to win another $50,000 in tonight's Splooge Countdown?" Connie hollers "I'm ready!" and jumps back and forth like a prize fighter. Her husband, Roger, lifts one of her hands over her head in anticipation of another sticky victory. "What do you think, Roger? Is Connie going to coax the splooge out of tonight's contestant before time runs out on the Splooge Countdown clock like she did the last three?" "I'm counting on it!" Roger replies, apparently unfazed that his lovely young wife is about to strip down to her birthday suit and employ her sexual talents to cause yet another stranger to spill his baby batter onto or into her on national late night cable TV. "Another $50,000 will definitely come in handy." "You've been a good sport through it all, Roger. I have to give you that much," Derek observes. "You kept your poise as Connie made surprisingly quick work of our prior four-time champion, Sam Hayden, causing him to shoot his load in just under 7 minutes with her expert combination of manual massaging and some deep-throating that would have made Linda Lovelace proud. And, although it took her a bit longer, she was also successful in finishing off her first challenger the week before last in just under 12 minutes through more of her exquisite and impressive deep-throat attentions even if she did swallow nearly all of the evidence. I have to say, however, that I thought you looked a little uncomfortable last week when Connie elected to take the Jamaican challenger up her koochy not even two minutes into the match and rode him enthusiastically for the next 17 minutes before finally finishing him off with less than 60 seconds left on the clock." Roger stammers momentarily before Connie steps forward to speak into the microphone to defend her honor and her tactics. "Roger and I agreed that I can do whatever it takes to make sure I get the job done before the clock runs out." "Yeah, we agreed," Roger says a little hesitantly. "But I won't deny it, I was kind of hoping she'd get the job done last week by giving him only another good, old-fashioned hand-buffed spit shine." "As I recall," Derek continues as Roger begins to wince, anticipating Derek's next remark, "it seemed to me that Connie's train pulled into the station ... twice ... and rather loudly at that before last week's contestant from Jamaica finally reached his own sticky destination. Seemed pretty obvious to me and everyone in the studio audience that Connie enjoyed the hell out of the oversized ... I mean, the stiff challenge presented by last week's Jamaican challenger." "Yeah, that was a little unsettling," Roger admits "but I know she loves me." Connie gives Roger a big hug and a kiss. The audience coos, "Aaaawwwww!" "Alright then, let's bring out tonight's challenger. Hailing from Easton, Pennsylvania, Daaaaaviid Thooommpssoon and his lovely wife and trainer, Julie! [The studio lights dim yet again, the Splooge Countdown musical theme blasts the audience and the spotlight shines on a man with dark hair and an athletic build who emerges from behind the curtains. Like Connie, he is wearing what resembles a prize-fighter's hooded robe except that his is more traditional, masculine and long enough to conceal his assets. David is accompanied by his wife, Julie, a tall, thin woman with shoulder length dark hair and an overbite. She appears to be about 30 and, like Roger, is dressed like a boxer's ringside coach. The word "Coach" is emblazoned across the front of her T-shirt that looks several sizes too big for her.] "Welcome, David! Welcome Julie!" David looks nervous but Julie looks terrified. They timidly take turns shaking Derek's hand. "David works as a high school history teacher. He and Julie have two children. Julie, I understand, is a stay-at-home mom." "David, you've seen the show before, right?" "Yes." "You understand the rules, don't you David? They're pretty simple and straightforward. There are only three." "First, you must remain on the bed, flat on your back." "Second, you must remain accessible to Connie and allow her to do with you as she sees fit." "Third, if you attempt to squirm or push Connie away our 3-judge panel will sound the warning buzzer. Three warnings and you forfeit the match to Connie." "If you manage to hang on to your load until the 20-minute Splooge Countdown clock reaches zero and the buzzer sounds, you win $50,000 and the right to come back next week to meet our next feminine challenger who, you might be interested to know, is a stripper from Caracas." [The TV monitors in the studio flash the photo of a fearsomely sexy Latina wearing only stilettos and some glitter mascara. She is partially bent over with her hands on her knees, looking over her shoulder at the camera, her eyes and pink parts beckoning. The audience erupts in applause and a cacophony of wolf whistles. David looks hopeful as a concerned grimace creeps across Julie's face.] Derek looks intently into the camera and explains that "David has been followed closely for the last 24 hours by our Splooge Countdown observers who have issued a certificate verifying that David has not been desplooginated for at least 24 hours. So David should soon be "up" [Derek emphasizes his choice of words by making quotation marks with this fingers] and ready for Connie's challenge." "Are you ready, David?" David looks Connie over and says "As ready as I'll ever be, Derek." Turning back to Connie, Derek says, "From your three prior appearances on our show, Connie, you know that before we get tonight's match underway, Dr. Phil will sexamine you to ensure you didn't sneak any splooge with you onto the stage tonight." "I'm ready for my sexamination, Derek." [The lights dim again and stage smoke rises from a hole that opens in the middle of the stage. Slowly, a familiar looking bald man wearing a tweed jacket with elbow patches rises from below. He is standing beside a large round bed covered with leopard print sheets.] "How do you do, Connie?" Dr. Phil asks politely as he pulls on his white latex gloves. "I'm fine and ready to win some more money!" Connie announces confidently. "I'm sure you are. Let's make sure you are splooge free before we start the match." Without being prompted, Connie steps out of her flimsy sequined see-through robe to appreciative applause and wolf whistles from the audience. Except for her fingernail polish, she has nothing on. She is petite but exquisite. Her intimate hair style is a very short, trimmed, Chaplinesque cut. Plopping down on her back onto the bed she spreads wide for Dr. Phil's sexamination. After checking Connie carefully, briefly aiming an intense bluish light from a flashlight sized instrument into each of her three principal orifices, Dr. Phil stands up, clears his throat and renders his expert medical opinion, "She's clean! She's splooge free." "OK, then, it's time to get tonight's Splooge Countdown underway! Are you ready judges?" The camera returns to the three naked judges on the red velvet couch. Sarah, although possibly listening to the introductions and the rules, continues slowly and very deliberately stroking Hugh's kielbasa as Hugh leans back, his knees now in different time zones, obviously enjoying Sarah's painstaking and loving attentions. Desiree watches the show beside her with some amusement. Splooge Countdown "Now cut that out!" Derek commands. "You're supposed to be judging the match!" Sarah laughs and releases Hugh from her grasp, folding her arms in front of her. Hugh Mongus looks visibly disappointed. "Dr. Phil has sexamined Connie and all of her pink parts and found her to be splooge free. So if we find any splooge on or in her later, we'll know where that came from, won't we David?" David nods, his face full of awkward embarrassment. "So, are you ready, David?" "Ready!" "Connie?" "Ready!" "Roger, Julie, I'm going to ask the two of you to take your seats in the VIP viewing booths on opposite sides of the stage." Roger and Julie each retreat to their designated VIP viewing booths, Roger to the left, Julie on the right. "Before we begin tonight's Splooge Countdown, let's take a brief time out for a word from our sponsor." Derek announces. [A TV ad for "Extenze" plays out on the oversized television monitors in the studio. It is decidedly more graphic than comparable ads that play on late night TV and features a young woman using her hands, tongue and lips to coax an astonishingly thick and heavy looking piece of male equipment into an imposing tower of rigidity. While the announcer explains product's benefits and how to place an order the woman's affectionate licking, sucking and stroking have their intended effect on the enormous love muscle which blossoms to unbelievably gargantuan proportions. While the voice over urges viewers to call now to take advantage of the temporarily lowered price, the camera angle widens to reveal an older man flat on his back with his now fully engorged and imposing male appendage pointing to the ceiling as a nude, superbly sexy young woman climbs on board and slowly settles onto his impressive power tool. A look of intense satisfaction that says it all blooms upon her face as she takes his monstrosity deep into her tight young honey pot. The scene fades to black as she begins riding up and down on his colossal tower of power.] As the TV ad comes to an end, Derek's voice rings with excited anticipation. "All right, David, please take your position in the center of the bed and say your prayers!" "Connie, please stand inside the gold circle over here. When you hear the buzzer, get to work. We're all eager to see another no-holes barred performance like the one you turned in last week with that three-legged dude from Jamaica. You will have 20 minutes from the sound of the starting buzzer to coax the splooge out of David. If you do, you take home another $50,000. David, if you can hang on for the full 20 minutes, the $50,000 is yours and you come back next week to see if you can handle our ferociously hot next contestant from Venezuela." David emerges from his hooded robe and positions himself in the center of the bed. Despite that he is still alone on the bed, he already has an anticipatory ¾ semi underway that seems to be rapidly blossoming into its full potential all on its own. Connie, naked as the day she was born, crouches like a sprinter at the starting block inside the gold circle painted on the stage floor a few feet from the bed. "On your marks! Get set!" "GO!" A buzzer sounds and a large digital clock descends from overheard and hangs a few feet above the round bed. Connie leaps onto David mouth first and quickly has every vein in his now glistening love pole bulging with pulsating pleasure. The ponytail hairstyle was evidently a good choice as it keeps her blonde hair clear of her busy mouth. The bed begins rotating slowly. David appears to be concentrating on the Klieg lights overhead, trying not to become too engrossed in the pleasures afforded by Connie's expertise. He keeps his hands at his sides, palms down on the bed. The camera pans across the studio audience. Most members are leaning forward, rapt attention on their faces. A couple of women have moved to sit in the laps of their husbands or boyfriends. One woman has opened her blouse and bra and is being caressed by her husband. Another woman is busy unzipping her boyfriend's pants and liberating his rapidly swelling baloney while the woman seated on the other side of him watches in fascination. Derek saunters over to Julie who is standing in her VIP box and loudly exhorting David to "keep your focus! Keep your mind on work!" "Is David going to survive Connie's tongue lashing?" Derek asks Julie. "He was nearly erect before she even touched him." "Yeah, I was a little surprised about that," Julie deadpans, never taking her eyes off her husband spread-eagled on the bed with a naked young blonde's head bobbing up and down between his legs. "But I think he'll be fine. His stamina has improved a lot in the last six weeks while we've been training for this event." "You've been training?" Derek asks with exaggerated surprise. "Of course we have!" Julie responds. "I'm sure the two of you enjoyed the training tremendously," Derek observes. "We both did but I think it's safe to say David enjoyed it more." "How so?" "After about 3 weeks of training it dawned on me that what David really needed was to get used to maintaining his self-control despite the sexual excitement of being with a another woman," Julie remarks, still keeping her eyes on the action taking place on the rotating bed. "No fooling?" Derek gasps. "You actually let David train with other women?" "Yes, we had three women help out during the last three weeks." Julie admits. "David is an attractive man so it wasn't too hard to get volunteers. Two of them were friends of mine. The other one was a stranger we met in a night club." "Wow!" Derek blurts. His surprise seems genuine. "Who picked David's ... sparring partners? Did he or did you?" "I was the one who asked my friends to help with the training, but I let David pick the third one, the one we met in the nightclub." Julie responds, looking briefly at Derek before returning her gaze to David and Connie. "The training helped me too. I had to get used to watching David with another woman. It was painful for me at first. I won't say that I enjoy seeing my husband getting intimate with other women, but ... I've come to grips with it. It's worth it for the chance to win $50,000." "David seems pretty composed," Derek remarks. "He eventually got to the point where he could go a full 30 minutes with the women who helped train him, no matter what they did to him. Towards the end of training he could hang on even when they took him two at a time." Julie observes, a hint of pride in her voice. "He only has to survive 20 minutes with Connie. I think he'll do just fine." Derek begins to walk across the stage toward Roger who is now standing in his VIP viewing box. The camera again pans across the studio audience. A few more women are now seated on their husband's or boyfriend's laps. One couple has already stripped down to their socks and appears to be copulating. Several other couples are in various states of undress and are busily groping each other. One woman is on her knees apparently doing unto her husband as Connie is currently doing unto David. "What's your assessment so far, Roger?" Derek inquires. "David seems to have a lot more self-control than I originally thought." Roger replies. "When I saw that he was already stiff before Connie even got on the bed with him I assumed she'd have him finished off in the first few minutes, yet here we are nearly six minutes into the match and, apart from the boner, he seems to be maintaining his mental composure." Roger glances at the Splooge Countdown clock and then yells to Connie, "Six minutes!" "Julie says David trained for this." Derek informs Roger. "Did you let Connie train before she made her first appearance on Splooge Countdown?" "No, we didn't train exactly," Roger concedes. "But I did explain to her about the various things that drive the average man wild." "Such as?" "Well, I think every man is different." Roger comments as if he were a trained sex consultant. "Some guys are very visual. I think Connie might need to give David something interesting to look at. That might help break down his concentration and focus his attention where we want it right now." Roger leans forward, cupping his hands to his mouth and yells to Connie, "Turn around, honey! Give him something cute to look at and tasty to nibble on!" Connie seems unable to hear Roger's instructions over the noise of the crowd. Waiving his hands over his head as the bed rotates into a position such that Connie can now see him, Roger again encourages Connie to "give David something pink to play with." Her mouth is full but seeing Roger out of the corners of her eyes, Connie briefly releases David from her mouth as she whips around into a 69 position, straddling his face and taking him back into her mouth, her hands kneading his balls. Derek leaves Roger and heads back to Julie. As he wanders across the stage the camera again pans across the studio audience. Nearly a third of those in the audience now have their hands in their own or their partner's pants. A few are decidedly farther along than that. Several of the couples in the front row are taking full advantage of the extra room available to them and have liberated their partners from their clothing and are busy giving them hand jobs or better. A young, delectable black woman, having just peeled the trousers off her husband, seems to be asking the diminutive oriental lady sitting in the next seat to lend a hand. She encourages the thin Asian woman to stroke her young black husband into full attention while she gets busy stripping down to her milk chocolate birthday suit. The oriental lady complies happily. She is clearly impressed with the size and weight of her neighbor's African pecker. Her oriental husband is so captivated by the sight of the young woman's creamy and curvaceous café au lait body as she doffs her thong panties and bra that he fails to even notice his wife's lurid fascination with the now fully rigid black pecker she is stroking with such unbridled enthusiasm. A few seats away, a middle aged woman is seen taking some tissue from her purse and wiping up her husband's "accident" from her face and blouse as the woman seated next to him watches, laughing uncontrollably. The camera now returns to Derek who has arrived back at Julie's VIP viewing box. "Looks to me like your training has certainly paid off so far," Derek remarks. "So far so good," Julie says raising her hands and crossing her fingers. Derek turns and looks at the rotating bed just as David suddenly widens the spread of his legs, giving Connie even better access than she already had. "Uh-oh! Maybe I spoke too soon!" Derek remarks. "This is not good!" Julie admits. "I think David might be losing his concentration." David's hands suddenly leave his side where they had remained since he got on the bed. He grabs Connie's ass very near her love crevice, parts her lips and begins to enthusiastically nibble at and lick her pink parts. "Well, I was wondering how long it would take him to go for the bait," Derek remarks. "Connie has been rubbing herself all over his mouth and chin for the last several minutes and he just now gave in to her juicy, pink temptation." "Actually," Julie remarks coolly, "it's his training kicking in. I think David was starting to lose his concentration and now he's trying to distract Connie. Maybe this will make her a little less effective as she continues to work on him." "Looks to me like he's enjoying himself," Derek smirks. "I am sure he is, but I think he's still under control -- but he's closer to the edge than he was a few minutes ago." Julie concedes. "Connie certainly seems to know what she is doing and she is starting to wear him down." As the bed continues its rotation the cameras zoom in for close ups of David and Connie each ravenously slurping on the other, their faces glistening like glazed donuts. Suddenly, Connie lifts her head, sits briefly upright and caresses her breasts while grinding her pudenda rhythmically against David's mouth and chin. Throwing her head back, she grunts softly. "Way to go, David!" Julie calls out to her husband. "He's broken her concentration! He's taken control!" she gloats to Derek. Julie seems unfazed that her husband has just brought another woman to orgasm by repeatedly running his tongue over and into her pink parts. "I guess you could put it that way," Derek deadpans giving another knowing look towards the camera. "I wonder what Roger's thinking right now." Derek begins to make his way back to Roger to get his assessment of Connie's apparent orgasm. As Derek crosses the stage towards Roger the camera zooms in on the three judges on the red velvet couch. It is highly questionable whether any of the three judges are paying any attention to the couple on the rotating bed. Desiree and Sarah have both cuddled up even closer to Hugh Mongus. Hugh wraps his left arm around Desiree to fondle her silicon augmented breast. Meanwhile Desiree watches Sarah who has resumed stroking Hugh's enormous kielbasa with determined fascination. Sarah seems oblivious to anything beyond the enormous, rigid package she is manipulating with both hands. Obviously enjoying her manual attention, Hugh decides it is time to up the ante. He withdraws his left arm which had been wrapped around Desiree's shoulders. Turning towards Sarah, he reaches between her legs as he pulls her closer towards him with his right arm. Sarah seems to welcome this new development as she splays her left leg more widely, raising it and then draping it across Hugh's abdomen thereby making her pink parts more easily accessible to Hugh's groping left hand. Hugh wastes no time in going three knuckles deep into Sarah who astonishes the studio audience and millions in the TV audience by managing to splay her legs even more widely, dispelling any question about how she feels about Hugh's digital invasion into her very moist pink privacies. Having now reached Roger, Derek challenges him, "Are you getting worried now, Roger?" Roger initially ignores Derek and calls out to Connie, "Ten minutes!" It is unclear whether Connie heard him. With a worried look on his face Roger comments without taking his eyes off the couple on the rotating bed, "Where did you get this guy? He has unbelievable self-control!" Roger calls out again to Connie, "You have less than ten minutes now!" This time it appears that Connie heard Roger. She quickly leaps off of David, turns around and settles astride him cowgirl style. But rather than stuffing David's engorged salami into her love canal, Connie begins stroking rubbing her wet pussy back and forth along its length. After two or three strokes along the length of David's nightstick, Connie positions herself strategically and briefly inserts the tip into her hot little snatch before sliding her hot, wet koochy along the length of his love baton. After a minute or so of this intense teasing, David's self-restraint begins to crumble. As Connie again positions her love portal directly over David's engorged love muscle and tempts him with an inch or less of penetration, David reaches for her hips with both hands and pushes her down onto his rigid kielbasa. As soon as David is balls deep inside her, Connie begins an exquisite combination of bobbing and twisting. David initially returns his hands to his sides, flat on the bed but within a couple of minutes of Connie's swiveling, rotating grind, David's face begins to redden and the veins in his neck and forehead begin to bulge. He reaches for Connie's cute breasts bobbing enticingly in front of him and fondles them momentarily before reaching around, cupping her ass and thrusting aggressively into Connie from below. Derek commences back across the stage towards Julie. On his way he stops at the edge of the rotating bed and gets down on his hands and knees in the manner of a wrestling referee attempting to verify that the requirements for a "pin" are satisfied. The bed rotates providing Derek a close up view of the pounding that David and Connie are giving each other. Derek stares intently as Connie's koochy rhythmically slides up and down David's shaft, stopping to swivel when he is balls deep. Derek turns toward the camera, shaking his head as he bites his lip and rolls his eyes. Getting up off his hands and knees Derek resumes making his way towards Julie but then looks over at the three judges on their red velvet couch. Hugh Mongus has slid further down on the couch and is now in more of a reclining than a sitting position. Sarah has slid herself further over onto Hugh and is now fully on top of him, reclining back onto his chest. Her legs are splayed wantonly, her right leg wide to the right and her left leg wide to the left, draped across Desiree's lap who grips Sarah's thigh tightly as if to hold her open. Turning towards Hugh and Sarah, Desiree's free hand firmly grips Hugh's tool and uses it to massage Sarah's pink cleft which is conveniently nearby, gaping widely evidently as much out of her eager expectation about enormous things to come as her extreme spread-legged posture. Sarah leans back and kisses Hugh over her left shoulder as she reaches down and, grips Hugh's tool. Maneuvering herself into position atop Hugh, it is very apparent that Sarah has made her decision and is ready to guide Hugh's enormous love muscle inside her. Hopefully, her parents will eventually forgive and forget her astoundingly slutty debut on national TV. Derek marches over to the judges' couch with exaggerated determination. "You're supposed to be judging the Splooge Countdown match!" Derek screams in mock indignation. "You're responsible for sounding the warning buzzer if David fails to observe the rules." "Looks to me like David is doing just fine," Hugh intones drolly as he squeezes Sarah's billowy white boobs as Sarah continues to gingerly work his enormous Oscar Mayer into her tender trap. Although Sarah seems to have some difficulty accommodating his thick love log, she shows determination and slowly but surely impales herself on it. Desiree gently cups Hugh's balls in her hand as if providing him moral support in his moment of need. "I'd say you're not doing too badly yourself!" Derek remarks to Hugh. Hugh grins and gives a thumbs up as he commences enthusiastically thrusting balls deep into Sarah from below. The look of intense concentration on Sarah's face indicates that she has forgotten about her friends and family back home in Wisconsin who are surely aghast as they watch her incomparably slutty debut on national late night cable TV. Derek dejectedly hangs his head and again begins to approach Julie. He takes only a couple of steps before looking out to the studio audience. He stops abruptly and gapes toward the audience. As the camera pans across the studio audience it is clear that sexual contagion has spread like a California grassfire. The scene is one of pandemonium. Nearly everyone in the studio audience is now engaged in some kind of carnal encounter. Approximately a third of the audience members are busy masturbating or groping their partners, giving or getting hand jobs. Another third are engaging in oral sex. The rest are copulating. Numerous couples have moved to the carpeted area between the front row and the stage where they have more room to spread out and cavort butt naked as they put on their own show that easily rivals what is taking place onstage. Every technique seems to be represented -- from missionary, doggy style, 69, standing and forward and reverse cowgirl. The studio's first ménage à trois forms as two naked men and a naked woman descend into this free-for-all on the floor between the front row and the stage. Taking a wide legged stance, the woman bends and leans forward, bracing herself by wrapping her arms around the waist of the naked man who stands before her. She immediately begins taking him orally while the second man, standing close behind her, grabs her derriere, eases himself into her and commences his rhythmic assault. Splooge Countdown Derek mopes over to Julie's viewing box. "I think I've lost control of the show!" he complains. Julie looks briefly at Derek, her face full of puzzlement. She does not seem to have a clue what he is talking about. Derek points to the audience. Julie glances toward the audience and cups her hand across her overbite as she laughs. She quickly returns her gaze to the rotating bed and her husband who now seems to have lost his bearings and is simply going for the gusto. "Fifteen minutes!" Julie screams at her husband. "Just five minutes to go!" "You don't seem to be affected by this sexual tension," Derek observes. "Aren't you getting horny?" Julie keeps her eyes fixed on the two manic people on the rotating bed. "I'm focused on winning. If David wins tonight and again next week, we can pay off our mortgage!" Derek begins to pound his forehead with the microphone. Suddenly David begins to buck with such enthusiasm and vigor that, even without his loud moans and grunts, it is evident he is spewing something vital deep inside Connie. Despite the clear impression that he is witnessing another man empty his splooge tanks deep inside his beloved, young wife, Roger begins jumping and pumping his fist in the air exclaiming "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Connie waits for a moment as David's thrusting and twitching subside before leaping off her challenger and standing victoriously above him, her fist defiantly raised in victory. Derek races over to the red velvet judges' couch and snatches the buzzer control that the judges are roundly ignoring as they proceed with their own frantic splooge countdown. Derek presses the button sounding the buzzer. The Splooge Countdown clock hanging over the bed stops with three minutes 18 seconds left. The bed stops rotating. "Ladies and gentlemen," Derek intones, "it appears we have a winner! With three minutes and 18 seconds left, the winner and still champion is ..." "I don't see any splooge," Julie blurts. Derek looks at her in disbelief. Julie remains oddly quiet and poised. She winks at her husband who is still lying flat on his back, his meaty stalagmite still pointing at the Klieg lights overhead. David appears to wink bank at Julie. "You must be kidding!" Derek complains. You saw and heard David a moment ago. It's very clear he dumped his load inside Connie." "I don't see any splooge," Julie quietly repeats, her voice filled with confidence. "Goodness gracious me!" Derek exclaims. Turning to someone standing off stage he shouts, "Get Dr. Phil out here!" As the familiar looking bald fellow in the tweed coat with elbow patches returns to the stage Derek asks him to settle the dispute by "getting out your blue Splooge spotlighter flashlight out and confirm the obvious for us." Dr. Phil approaches the bed and asks Connie to assume the position for another sexamination. Dr. Phil pulls on his white latex gloves again and turns on his special flashlight. His sexamination takes much longer this time than it did before the start of the match. "She's very wet," he observes, still looking. "But I see no splooge. None whatsoever." "Yes!" Julie jumps and now pumps her fist overhead. Dr. Phil turns his attention to David who is still on his back and still as stiff as ever. Shining the intense blue light on David's glistening meat and two vegetables while holding it between his thumb and index finger, Dr. Phil says, "No splooge here either." Derek looks at Dr. Phil. He appears thoroughly confused. After a long awkward silence Derek walks to the edge of the big round bed and stares down at David who is still flat on his back and, from the unrequited look of his love tackle, it is clear that he still has some unfinished business in his veins and on his mind. "David," Derek sounds like a courtroom lawyer examining a hostile witness, "Did you or did you not just shoot Connie full of splooge?" "I did not." David replies calmly. Julie is still in her VIP viewing box pumping her fist into the air, obviously elated. Roger stands open mouthed but silent in his VIP viewing box while Connie stands, hands on her hips, beside the bed looking confused and a little annoyed. "But David, based on your reactions a minute ago it seemed to me and to everyone in the studio audience that you were ..." "I faked it." David interrupts. Connie throws up her hands in exasperation. Some in the studio audience cry foul. "You faked it?" Derek asks in astonishment. "Why would you do that?" Because I was getting mighty close to losing it." David explains. "Another 30 seconds or so at the most and I would have blown my load for sure. I faked it to make her think she had already won. I figured this would cause her to stop, hop off me and give me a fighting chance to hang on." "Clever tactic!" Derek admits over the continued objections from the studio audience. Holding up his hand as if to demand quiet, Derek appears to be listening to someone's input coming in over his earpiece. He nods in apparent agreement with the advice he is hearing over his earpiece. "Ladies and gentlemen," Derek attempts to regain control over the situation. "The Splooge Countdown board of commissioners has ruled that David's faked climax does not violate any rules. David did nothing to physically restrain Connie or to make himself inaccessible. The board of commissioners says the match should be continued with three minutes and 18 seconds on the clock. Connie nods. She seems to have gotten over her initial aggravation over David's deceitful tactics and is now again showing her competitive spirit. David, still on his back in the middle of the round bed with his readiness to continue self-evident, coolly replies, "OK with me." Someone in the audience hollers, "Get it on!" The rest of the audience takes it up and begins chanting, "Get it on! Get it on! Get it on!" "David, Connie, let's pick up exactly where we were when the Splooge Countdown clock was stopped. Can we do that?" Derek asks solicitously. David and Connie nod their sweaty agreement. Connie retakes her position astride David on the center of the round bed, guiding his rhythm stick deep inside her and settling fully down on it. David seems pleased to have her back and grabs her ass in a welcoming fashion. The two of them go back to work on each other even before Derek calls for the Splooge Countdown clock to be restarted. The big round bed begins to rotate again as the contestants enthusiastically bang away. Roger and Julie both resume screaming their encouragements and suggested tactics to their respective spouses who are busy humping the living daylights out of a stranger only a few feet away. Julie is soon heard to scream, "David, you're down to the last two minutes!" "Come on, honey, finish him off!" Roger begs Connie. David and Connie continue their relentless pounding. David grabs Connie's sexy bottom with both hands and pulls her firmly towards him, ensuring maximum penetration with every stroke. From the look on his face and the way he is involuntarily curling his toes, David again seems to be close to tossing his load deep inside Connie. The camera zooms in for a close up of what many in the audience believe will be David's gland finale. As the relentless pounding continues unabated the audience begins the countdown, "20, 19, 18, 17 ... ." "Hang on, David, you're nearly there!" Julie pleads. "You've just about got him where you want him!" Roger calls out to his wife, apparently missing the irony of his assertion. But the look on Connie's face suggests that it is David who has her exactly where he wants her. Biting her lip, Connie's face reddens as she stops her frantic humping momentarily before humping convulsively for 4 or 5 seconds and then collapsing onto David's chest, limp as a ragdoll. David, confident of victory, continues to gleefully thrust into Connie from below as he kneads her sweaty ass with both hands. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 1 ..." The final buzzer sounds loudly as the Splooge Countdown clock reaches zero. "OK, time's up!" Derek announces with authority as he approaches the bed. David rolls over, pushing Connie onto her back. He mounts her and continues enjoying her as if there has been no buzzer. Connie, showing signs of rejuvenation, spreads her legs to a nearly 180 degree angle as she grabs David's head and pulls his face towards her, kissing him passionately while he continues vigorously plowing her furrow. "Stop! Stop!" Derek insists. "We have to verify the results!" Dr. Phil has already re-emerged onto the stage with is medical blue-light special. In response to Derek's determined demands for a ceasefire, David reluctantly withdraws from Connie, rolls to one side and lies on the bed immediately beside her. Pointing to the rafters, his bologna signals that David still has some unfinished business. Flat on her back beside him, Connie lifts her left leg and drapes it across David's abdomen. David responds by patting her mound lovingly with his right hand and digitally massaging her visibly engorged pink pearl. Pushing Connie's leg up and out of the way Dr. Phil immediately inspects David's hot rod with his blue light. "Nothing here" he intones and proceeds to remove David's hand from Connie's dripping kitty. Holding her delicate koochy lips open with his latex gloved fingers Dr. Phil shines the light into Connie's tunnel of love while getting down on his hands and knees for a closer look. A clear liquid drips down from Connie's open koochy across her anus. Dr. Phil then stands up, reaches for David's hand, pulls him to his feet and hoists it his hand over his head declaring David the winner. Derek congratulates David and then consoles Connie reminding her that she won $150,000 in her last three appearances on the show. Struggling to her feet Connie, still unsteady and a little out of breath, admits, "Yeah, I can't complain. I had a wonderful time and I'm going home with a much needed addition to the family budget. But I still think David's phony orgasm to trick me into giving him a time out was sneaky and unfair." Someone in the crowd begins chanting "Re-match! Re-match!" The audience takes up the chant. Derek says, "We have to take another time out for a word from our commercial sponsor." The camera pans across the studio audience revealing that more than half remain busy with their personal splooge challenges or are still cleaning up after their recent moments of ecstasy. [The TV monitors show another advertisement suitable only for a late-night cable TV audience. An older gentleman with gray hair but the lean, muscular build of a man half his age is seen standing close behind a young woman who he has draped over the back of a couch. She appears young enough to be his daughter. Both are nude. As the aging Lothario pummels his young lady friend from behind the voice over begins describing vitamin supplements and explaining their fantastic age-defying, health-preserving benefits. On the theory that a picture is worth a thousand words, the advertisement concludes with a close up of the man's face, biting his lip as he rather obviously approaches his moment of truth, then fading into a close up view of him driving his manly point deep into his young Lolita before withdrawing and nestling his howitzer in the cleavage of her soft derriere and shooting an impressively copious stream of baby batter up between her shoulder blades before entering her again and renewing his assault.] Back in the Splooge Countdown theatre the camera shows the studio audience. Most of those who do not have their mouths full, including even some who are busy canoodling their partners, are still chanting, "Re-match! Re-match!" The rest remain occupied with their own sticky pursuits. Desiree, Hugh and Sarah are seen in the background, still sharing their red velvet couch. Hugh continues to slouch, Sarah reclining on top of him as he holds her hips to maintain optimum angle and penetration as he unrelentingly thrusts vigorously into her from beneath. Hugh's and Sarah's legs are splayed widely enough for Desiree to kneel between them. A view from a side camera reveals that Desiree is nibbling on Sarah's panic button while Hugh gives her the full benefit of his impressive girth and length. Desiree occasionally pulls Hugh's massive manhood out of Sarah and licks him clean before Sarah intervenes, reaching down between her legs to grab Hugh's battering ram and guide it back inside her. Derek is seen huddled with David, Julie, Roger and Connie on the stage next to the big round bed. They are discussing something. Derek then emerges from their huddle, raises his arms into the air to plead for quiet from the crowd as they continue to insist on a re-match. "Hang on! Hang on! Let me say something," Derek pleads. "Please, ladies and gentlemen!" The crowd quiets down just a bit. A few continue chanting for a re-match. "In view of the controversial nature of David's victory tonight, our commissioners have agreed to a special, sudden-death, or should I say a "sudden Splooge" playoff match. We've never had anything like this before on Splooge Countdown and I have a feeling you're all going to enjoy this." Derek explains to the crowd. "David is our winner for tonight and will be back next week no matter what. So he and Julie have nothing to lose. But because of the way David tricked Connie into giving him the break that he needed to hang on to his wad, we're going to give Connie and Roger the opportunity to come back next week for a rematch and another chance to add to their winnings. I've just discussed the proposal with David, Julie, Roger and Connie and they have all agreed." David, Julie, Roger and Connie all nod in agreement. Everyone but Julie looks enthusiastic. Julie appears nervous. "Roger and Julie will also participate alongside David and Connie in this Sudden Splooge playoff match. Julie is going to use her powers of persuasion to make Roger spill his splooge before Connie manages to make David to spill his." Here are the rules." Derek continues. "In the sudden death, I mean Sudden Splooge play-off match, there will be no countdown clock. The winners and losers will be determined by who makes whom splooge first. As before, the male contestant must remain flat on his back and may not do anything to fend off his female opponent or to interfere with her full and unfettered access to him. Violations will result in a warning buzzer being sounded by our judges. Three warning buzzers and you forfeit to the other team." Derek turns and looks at the three judges who are rather obviously not paying any damn attention to a single word he is saying. "If Connie pops David's cork before Julie pops Roger's, then she and Roger will return next week for the rematch and the opportunity to win another $50,000. If Julie gets Roger to spew before Connie makes David erupt, Roger and Connie will be flying back to Tulsa tomorrow morning and David will proceed to face our ferociously hot contestant next week, the stripper from Caracas." The studio audience erupts in applause. A few couples who had already put their clothes back on are seen undressing again in anticipation of renewed inspiration. "Is everyone ready?" Derek inquires of the contestants. All four nod in agreement. "Julie, Roger, it's time for you to get undressed and into position." Derek instructs. Roger quickly peels off his clothes and kicks off his shoes. His pale pudginess stands in contrast to David's taut, tanned physique. Julie takes a little longer to undress. She is also very white but thin. She looks like she could benefit from a few more curly fries in her diet. Now that she is naked, she has something more serious than an overbite to feel self-conscious about. The long-limbed, naked Asian cutie comes back onstage with two more small duffel bags and collects Roger's and Julie's clothes before bouncing delightfully back offstage. "Roger, David, please take your positions on the bed, flat on your backs." Derek says. "Julie, Connie, please go wait in the starting circle. Once you hear the starting buzzer, attack your awaiting victims." Roger and David take their positions. As before, David seems more than ready. He is fully up and rigid, plainly eager for Connie's return. Although only sporting a semi, Roger also seems anxious to get the test underway and is seen smiling broadly in Julie's direction. "On your marks, get set ....GO!" Connie lurches onto the bed which resumes rotating. She immediately sits astride David and immediately has him balls deep inside her. Connie enthusiastically resumes her rhythmic, gyrating pounding. She clearly has her second wind. David's mutual enthusiasm is self-evident. Unlike the way Connie leapt back onto David, Julie approaches Roger more slowly, even cautiously. She kneels between his legs for a moment while massaging his frankfurter to improve his state of readiness. Roger doesn't take long and seems eager. Julie leans forward and takes him into her mouth. After only a few seconds she suddenly stops, twirls around into a 69 position, plants her koochy on Roger's face as she takes him back into her mouth and continues what has all the indications of being an excellent blow job. Roger is evidently enchanted with his close up view of Julie's most intimate and sensitive orifice. He immediately begins stroking, poking and licking it enthusiastically as he tightly wraps his arms around the uppermost part of her thighs and holds her pink parts wide open to ensure their full accessibility to his oral attentions. Meanwhile, Connie continues working hard to earn her right to return and vie for more prize money next week. She treats every last inch of David's love log to long, twisting strokes of her young, hot, tight little sweet box. David encourages Connie by fondling her ass and toying playfully with her anus as he nibbles on her dainty breasts. After about four minutes all eyes and the cameras suddenly return to Roger as he lets loose with a loud, "Ooooooooooooh!!!" He is gripping the sheets as if he were afraid he was going to fly off of them. Sensing that victory is within her mouth, Julie continues giving Roger long, slow head strokes, her lips pursing tightly around Roger's tumescent nightstick as she cradles his balls in her hands. Roger's entire body becomes rigid and motionless. He grimaces as he futilely attempts to forestall the onset of the delicious and involuntary convulsions that make life worth living. He lingers on the edge of his waterfall for about five seconds, desperately trying to hang on to his load, before convulsing violently and gasping for air. Julie continues licking and stroking the length of Roger's truncheon as he spews his thick sticky essence into her mouth and onto her face. Julie seems pleased at her quick success and at the intensity of Roger's climax. Although she has completed her mission, she remains astride Roger leaving her juicy pink parts available to him as Roger continues to kiss and lick them with enthusiastic gratitude. Julie responds by grinding her pudenda onto Roger's mouth and chin. Derek bends over to get a better look at the messy goo on Julie's face. He raises his arms in the air like a football referee signaling a touchdown. "We have a winner!" he proclaims! "Julie has polished Roger off. The splooge is plain to see. We won't need Dr. Phil to verify this one. The camera zooms in for a close up of Julie, still gingerly licking and stroking Roger's ebbing erection, milking the last drops of his sticky cream out of it and licking them off as they emerge one by one and then swallowing the evidence. Her face is streaked with fresh splooge. Derek takes Julie by the hand and encourages her to stand up. He reaches over toward David and encourages David to do likewise. David seems in no hurry to get up. Just as he had done when the Splooge Countdown buzzer sounded earlier, David has tossed Connie onto her back and hopped on top of her, repeatedly burying his truncheon deep inside her. Connie wraps her legs around his waist. Derek repeatedly taps David on his shoulder until he eventually sits up in response to Derek's persistent demands. Derek has to forcibly unclench Connie's legs from around David's waist in order for David to dismount, get on his feet and be congratulated as the official winner of tonight's Splooge Countdown. Splooge Countdown Derek stands between David and Julie, holding their hands high and announces them as tonight's winning team. David's tally whacker is still standing high gesturing its own hard won victory. The luscious young, naked Asian beauty comes back onstage carrying some tissue and an oversized cardboard check made out to David and Julie Thompson for $50,000. She hands the tissues to Julie and gives the check to Derek. She then steps back but remains on stage. Derek hands the check to Julie and David who each hold up one end of the check. David's soldier, standing stiffly at attention appears to be doing its part to hold up its end of the check. The plentiful pre-cum dribble on David's love pole traces a damp stain along the lower part of the winner's check while Julie uses her free hand to wipe Roger's plentiful splooge off her cheeks, nose and chin. Despite the tissue in her hand, Julie licks her lips to remove Roger's splooge remaining on her lips or within her tongue's reach. "Congratulations Julie!" Derek says again, evidently trying to fill the show's few minutes remaining minutes. "You seemed to be a little hesitant at first but you found your ... stride and found Roger's launch button pretty quickly." "Yes, Derek, I was really very nervous at the beginning, but once I had Roger in my mouth and felt him hardening further, I got extremely horny too and really became caught up in the moment. To be honest, I started getting really hot when I started tasting Roger's increasing ooze and realized that how effectively I was getting to him. Knowing that I had gotten to Roger and that he was about to going to explode in my mouth made me feel desperately horny." "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself while winning the Sudden Splooge playoff. So, does that mean you're still ablaze with desire?" "You bet it does," Julie responds with uncharacteristic conviction. She seems to have forgotten that she is standing in front of a live studio audience and millions of late night cable TV viewers, butt naked, overbite and all, with a few drops of splooge still shimmering in her dark hair on the side of her face. Derek glances toward the big round bed where Roger and Connie are sitting forlornly. "Get over here guys!" Derek implores playfully. Roger and Connie both perk up, get to their feet and step off the bed joining Derek, David and Julie. Unlike David who is still carrying a loaded weapon, Roger's firearm is looking decidedly more relaxed. "The bad news is you're going home but the good news is you're going home with $150,000 you didn't have when you got here!" Derek reminds them. The audience applauds and hoots. "The money will sure come in handy!" Connie admits. "I had a very good time today!" Roger blurts. "Yes," Derek intones, "We know!" The TV monitors treat the audience to a 20 second slow motion instant replay of Roger's spewing his appreciation for Julie's attention into her mouth and all over her face. Roger reaches across to shake David's hand. "Congratulations, David!" "David smiles and mumbles something inaudible as he shakes Roger's hand." Roger then steps forward to congratulate Julie. He hugs her as he congratulates her. Julie plants a wet kiss on Roger's mouth and strokes his deflated salami. Connie reaches out as if to shake David's hand but instead grips him by his still outstretched cudgel and shakes it as she congratulates him saying "It's been a pleasure." David leans forward and kisses Connie. Their kiss is unexpectedly prolonged and soon evolves into a passionate, open-mouthed tongue-wrestling match. Derek, Julie and Roger stand watching David and Connie mutually expressing their mutual admiration for their sportsmanlike conduct during the match. Connie finally breaks off the kiss but drops to her knees and takes David into her mouth. Some "ooohs" and "aaaahs" are heard from the audience. Connie seems intent on congratulating David for his victory by giving him the release that he has denied himself up to now. Derek, Julie and Roger look on in silent surprise at this unexpected turn of events. As the audience whoops their appreciation of her show of sportsmanship, Connie releases David from her mouth, takes his rigid sausage into her hand and tugs him gently along toward the big round bed where they competed only minutes ago. With a broad smile on her face, Connie plops onto the bed. On her back and staring at David, she tucks her knees into her armpits and waits for him. David does not hesitate, leaping onto her and immediately burying his beef bayonet deep into Connie he begins having his way with her. The vigor and urgency of his assault makes it clear that he is desperately determined to take care of some unfinished business. Connie again wraps her legs around David's waist. "Well! What the fuck got into Connie?" Derek asks incredulously. "Looks like my husband," Julie stammers. "Dayum!" Roger comments, showing that he too can be given to brief flashes of eloquence. Julie looks toward Roger. Her mood and intent are clear. Roger returns her stare. Julie drops to her knees and spends a minute ensuring that Roger is fully ready for round #2. As soon as Roger's pump has been primed Julie takes his hand and the two of them join Connie and David on the big round bed. This time Julie lies flat on her back as she eagerly awaits Roger's return. With her long, taut legs spread widely, the tall thin woman with an overbite looks surprisingly hot. Roger crawls on top of her, stopping to give some worshiping licks at her lovely crevice. Sliding his hands beneath her to cup her ass, he lifts her gently and gives her waiting twat a 30-second frencher. Julie responds by humping Rogers face while holding his head in position. Then, sliding forward to kiss her on her mouth, Roger penetrates Julie for the first time. Julie responds by arching her back and further widening the angle of her legs as Roger begins doing his manly duty. Derek stands speechless. He looks around. The camera pans across the theatre. More than half the audience has stripped down to their socks as they play with their spouses or dates. A second three-some has formed on the carpet between the front row and the stage. A man lies flat on his back with one woman sitting astride him riding his cock while another sits astride his face, riding his tongue. They too have attracted their own coterie of enthusiastic fans. Nearly everyone else in the audience, if not naked and fucking, has at least unzipped and dropped their drawers or hiked up their skirts and opened their blouses to make themselves accessible to the manual or oral attentions of their dates and spouses or whoever else is handy and willing to manipulate or to be manipulated. The few who are not carnally engaged appear to be in "clean-up mode." Derek then turns to look at the three judges on their red velvet couch. Hugh continues to pump Sarah enthusiastically from beneath as she lies on top of him. Desiree continues to kneel between their legs as if refereeing the action, occasionally checking their status with her tongue. As if on cue, Hugh shows that he is truly the veteran porn star he was said to be. He withdraws his monstrous masculinity and treats the cameras to the money shot. Two large dollops of his thick jism land on Sarah's abdomen before she takes his beef jerky into her hands and begins to re-insert him inside her. Hugh spews yet another wad onto Sarah's mound just before his nightstick again disappears inside her. Hugh's purposeful pumping and the look on his face indicate that he is not yet finished spewing his love potion deep inside Sarah. "Mother pussbucket!" Derek exclaims as he glances from the trio on the red velvet couch, to the two couples in flagrante delicto on the round bed and last to the crowd so many of whom are busy pleasing themselves and/or each other. "Everybody seems to be getting some except me!" "Not everybody," a voice calls from the set. The long-legged naked Asian doll looks lonely on the stage not far from the round bed. She moves toward the VIP viewing box that Julie previously occupied. Taking hold of the rail with both hands she spreads her stance, rotates her hips and offers herself to Derek, tossing an inviting smile at him over her shoulder. Derek quickly kicks off his loafers, lowers his pants and boxers and kicks them off as well. He is still wearing his brightly colored shirt and dark blazer as he approaches the Asian lovely. His rigid condition is apparent as he approaches. He enters her easily. Grabbing her ass he begins his rhythmic thrusting. The cameras return to Connie and David, Julie and Roger. Julie decides to take control and pushes Roger off and onto his back. His rather thin but unusually lengthy manhood points to the heavens. Julie sits astride and begins massaging her panic button with the end of Roger's stalagmite, occasionally taking it deep inside her before again using its length and tip to massage her pink cleft and her panic button. As she builds to her own crescendo, Julie again takes Roger deep inside her and rocks back and forth with increasing speed and vigor. With one hand she pulls her hair on top of her head while her other hand massages her breasts. Her head tilts back and Julie appears to emit a long, silent scream. Despite being no more than one foot away from her husband who has been relentlessly ramming his manhood into the cute little pony-tailed blonde who has her legs wrapped around him, Julie has clearly lost herself in the moment and is thoroughly enjoying her own reward. David's thrusting intensifies as every vein in his neck and forehead bulge with explosive pleasure. Connie pulls David down to kiss him passionately as he finally has the moment he has been waiting for. His moment of truth drags on for at least 15 seconds before he collapses on top of Connie, sweaty and thoroughly spent. Side by side, Julie and David, husband and wife, have just achieved simultaneous orgasms, albeit with different partners and in full sight of each other. The Splooge Countdown game show musical theme wells up as the camera centers on Derek and his new friend. "That's all for this week! Join us again next week when David and Julie return and David matches his stamina against our hot, brown challenger from Venezuela!" The camera pans across the stage. Roger and Julie continue a slow, tender love making while David, who has been lies motionless on top of but still deep inside Connie, slowly begins to roll over and off her. Connie rolls with him until she is seated astride him, careful to ensure that she does not lose her vaginal grip on David's still useful erection. She begins gently rocking up and down on him. As the bed rotates, the camera zooms in for a close up of the rivulets of semen and vaginal juice now flowing out of Connie and down over David's tired balls. Meanwhile on the judge's couch, looking used, tired but happy, Sarah now lies beside Hugh, one leg splayed widely on the couch, the other dangling off the side. Her koochy, still gaping from the onslaught of Hugh's gargantuan battering ram, leaks splooge onto the red velvet couch. Having just employed her expert oral attentions to get him "re-booted" and ready for more, Desiree mounts Hugh cowgirl style. She does not seem to have the same difficulty accommodating Hugh that Sarah initially experienced and proceeds to enjoy her turn riding on his oversized love pole. Somewhat surprisingly, Hugh does not seem to lacking in enthusiasm. The Splooge Countdown music gets even louder and the shows credits start to roll as the camera makes a final pan across the studio audience most of whom continue their frantic assaults on their spouses, dates or anyone else who is handy and willing. The woman who was last seen fellating the man standing before her while another man pummeled her from behind is now sitting astride a nude man who lies flat on his back. As she rides his cock with enthusiasm she blows a man who stands close in front of her and astride the man lying on the floor. Two other naked men stand on either side of the woman as she strokes their erect cocks with either hand. One of them begins spewing his load as the camera zooms in for a close-up. Although the sexually hyperactive woman is not particularly gorgeous, a line of naked men has formed behind each of the men she is currently servicing, the longest line being behind the man she is busy sucking. The camera now returns to Derek who his gripping his Asian friend by her lovely haunches as he continues to penetrate her gleefully. The camera zooms in for a close up of Derek's frenetic rear end assault on the delectable young Asian woman. As the lights dim Derek is overheard saying, "Hard to believe I actually get paid to do this job!"