0 comments/ 150196 views/ 60 favorites The 'Give Up Yet?' Game Show By: Mr Arbagast To cries of encouragement from her teammates, the tracksuited girl dashes across the floor, her hands tied firmly behind her back, her cheeks bulging. Arriving at a large plexiglass tank at one end of the TV studio, she leans forward, opens her mouth and discharges her cargo. A mouthful of hideous, live, fat-bodied maggots are spat out to join the many hundreds already wriggling inside. Hurriedly she turns and sprints back to fetch another mouthful from a large container of the grubs at the other end of the studio. On reaching the large see-thru dustbin, she opens her jaws wide and plunges her head into the writhing mass, gobbling them up like a starving dog. The inane background music, punctuated by bursts of laughter from the audience, only add to the poor girl’s obvious discomfort. Her agitation increases when, in her haste, she causes yet another of the beasties to go ‘pop’ between her lips. But then, just as her face emerges from the evil-smelling swarm, mouth crammed full to overflowing, the music suddenly cuts out: to Jacqui’s immense relief, her fifteen minutes of fame are over. “Well done, Jacqueline!!” cries the grinning compere, “You managed to transfer two buckets of maggots, and that moves Durham University up into first place!!” The girl smiles weakly at the wild applause from the audience, glare from the bright studio lights reflecting off the glistening maggot juice on her chin; with her hands still bound, she is unable to wipe it away. It’s not the glamorous TV debut she had in mind. "But there's still everything to play for in this ‘GIVE UP YET? ’ Ladies’ Grand Final…” the compere booms, “…with the three team’s scores still close, it’s all down to our final game of the evening – in fact our final game of the series!” He has the full attention of all twelve remaining female contestants. They are all that is left of an original field of twenty teams of eight girls each. They look uneasy, and with good reason; the games have become increasingly unpleasant as the series has progressed, so this one is bound to be a real stinker. But despite this, it never even crosses their minds to back out now… When it was first broadcast, the G.U.Y. gameshow was a hotchpotch of daft slapstick challenges that the contestants endured with good humour. The emphasis was firmly on fun, with the possibility of a big cash prize at the end. But gradually, with the games becoming tougher, and the weaker teams being eliminated, attitudes have begun to change. Over the last few weeks, new rules have required that the girls dismiss a member of their own team by secret vote at the end of every episode. Thus the penalty for flunking a round could be swift expulsion by your teammates, with no chance of sharing the cash prize at the end. The end result is that, after an ordeal stretched over four months, the surviving girls have become ruthlessly focussed on staying in the contest, blinded to the awfulness of the challenges they are asked to undertake. The intensity of their rivalry has risen almost as rapidly as the viewing figures. It has become about more than the £100,000 prize money: now winning is all that matters. The beaming compere continues: “So, if the Southampton team would like to follow me to Studio 2, we’ll get started!” He gestures to one group of four young students. They swap glances and troop off the set after him. This is all pretty much par for the course; the show has achieved such popularity, that it’s possible to fill two separate TV studios. It’s an arrangement which also prevents the girls from seeing what delights are being prepared for them. Not that it really matters at this point: right now the girls seem willing to do absolutely anything to win - and the show’s producers are about to put that to the test! The contestants left behind in Studio 1 move so they can watch events on a row of overhead monitors. As per usual, they are replaying highlights of the previous game – three reluctant young women forced to become a taxi service for a horde of maggots – but they abruptly cut to Studio 2 to show the Southampton girls arriving. As the girls walk into Studio 2, they find it empty except for a plexiglass cubicle in the centre. The audience is hushed, not giving anything away. The compere resumes: “Now then ladies, as usual, to decide who will represent you, we’ll take a draw…” he produces a large hat, which he shakes before pulling out a small, white card. “And the player is: Deborah Turner!" To muted cheering, a brunette girl of about 20 steps tentatively forwards; like the others, she is attired in a white t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. She might look nervous, but in her mind Deborah is determined that whatever the challenge is, however horrendous, she will get down to it straight away. She’s seen too many games lost by dithering contestants. The compere guides her over to stand in the plastic booth. “Now to your challenge, Deborah,” he continues with a wry grin. “For this game, we will need the assistance of the G.U.Y. guys!” The TV cameras pan round as, to a burst of pounding rock music, a group of about four dozen muscular, good-looking men file into the studio. There are gasps and nervous laughter from among the female audience members: all the men are completely nude but for brightly-coloured G-strings! The Southampton girl, her face a mixture of puzzlement and concern, looks around for an explanation. She soon gets it. "Deborah, your challenge, should you accept it, is this: ” the host pauses, building up the tension “…YOU HAVE TO MAKE AS MANY OF THESE GUYS ORGASM AS POSSIBLE IN TEN MINUTES!!" A wave of shock passes through the audience. Debbie’s hand flies to her mouth. Her teammates look equally stunned by this unexpected announcement. The compere continues as if it was a perfectly normal request: "…The rules are quite simple: you may use any means you like, but you may only touch one guy at a time. The boys themselves are not permitted to move; apart from that, anything goes!! There are ten points to be won for each satisfied customer within the ten minutes. Is that all clear, Deborah?” Still in shock, Debbie finds herself nodding dumbly. “OK Deborah, you have 10 minutes starting …NOW!!” The first man approaches the booth. Everyone holds their breath, including the show’s producers. What if the girl flatly refuses to play any part in this outrageous game? This could be the biggest scandal in TV history! Then, to their immense relief, the brunette kneels down before the man, her shaking fingers fumbling with the knot on his G-string. After some struggling the pouch falls away and his impressive manhood is exposed. Warily, she reaches out and curls her fingers around his erection, feeling it straighten and thicken until it is pointing right at her face. Then, slowly, she begins to move her hand up and down. Back in Studio 1, everyone gawps at the monitors, barely able to believe what they’re watching. The stranger stands hands on hips as Debbie slowly builds up her pace. Two minutes pass; now the strain is beginning to show and his legs are buckling. Suddenly Debbie realises that she is right in the firing line of his quivering manhood. Hastily she shuffles to one side, just in time: his cock jerks fiercely as a jet of pearly come bursts from the tip, flying past her face and over her shoulder with terrific force. Gasps can be heard from the darkened audience. Debbie releases the man, but even as he staggers off-stage, a different hunk steps forward to take his place. His pouch is already bulging, and as she yanks it off, his rapidly stiffening member springs into her fingers. Her eyes flash up to the man’s face; he grins back down at her. Soon she is tugging rhythmically on his salami, to the delight of the crowd. She maintains her steady masturbation, always careful to keep herself slightly to one side. As the clock reaches five minutes he can hold back no longer; against her fingertips she feels the rush of come surging up his column, shortly before his jizm explodes into the air in spectacular fashion. Still there is no respite for Debbie: a fresh hunk appears in front of her. Deftly she whips off his g-string to reveal a real beauty of a cock. For some reason she hesitates before tackling this unusually large specimen, bigger than any she has come across in her (admittedly limited) experience. But, steeling herself, she seizes his tool in both hands, and is soon wanking vigorously and ignoring the aching in her wrists. She edges closer, almost as if she is offering up her face for him to come over. But in reality Debbie is wary, alert for signs of his impending orgasm – she doesn’t want a spunk shampoo. She glances up and her gaze meets his. Their eyes lock. Unflinchingly she holds his stare as her hands continue their work; yet still the man won't concede. Eventually time runs out, and a moan of disappointment accompanies the final buzzer. Realising that she has failed, Debbie slumps dejectedly in front of the man, letting go of his erection. Big mistake. Without any warning the first stream of hot jizm hits her square between the eyes and, as her mouth drops open in shock, his second spurt scores a bullseye right between her parted lips. Debbie recoils as his pungent flavour assaults her taste buds, allowing the third and fourth spurts to spatter over her t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms, completing her humiliation. The episode is all over in seconds, but it is promptly replayed in slow motion on all the TV monitors. Once again, the man’s prick twitches; white streaks arc through the air; gobs of cream spatter the girl’s clean features; her expression as she tastes him speaks volumes. The other teams look on in horror, knowing it will be one of them up on those screens in a few minutes’ time. The waiting G.U.Y. guys burst out laughing at Debbie’s humiliation. Through eyes stinging with salty fluid, she sees her tormentor give her a parting look that says: ‘I know you’ve tasted my cum, how do you like it?’ The spunk-spattered girl has no comeback. As she rejoins her team, the milky fluid splashed across her face cannot disguise her reddening visage. "A splendid effort there from Deborah, putting Southampton back in the lead!" enthuses the compere, "But I'm afraid she didn’t complete that last man within the ten minutes allowed, which means it’s still close at the top of the score table! So, without further ado, can we have the Durham University team please?” The bewildered Southampton girls are led back to Studio 1, and a wary-looking Durham team are escorted in. “OK Durham, don’t look so worried! Let’s find out who gets the chance to snatch that lead back from Southampton!” As he slowly selects a card from the hat, the four girls shift uneasily, aware that, now that one team has picked up the gauntlet, they cannot easily back out. “And the lucky lady is … Emma Howarth!” Three of the girls turn to look at a busty 21-year-old blonde on the end, whose jaw drops. “Well, Emma, you need to produce at least three satisfied customers if you want to overtake Southampton. Do you accept the challenge?” he says, gesturing towards the hunks. Emma knows she has no choice. Taking a deep breath, she walks over to the booth at the head of the line of semi-naked men; her eyes flicker over their bare bodies. “Good for you, Emma! Well now, your team came first in the previous round; let’s see if you cope as well with the really big maggots!” jokes the compere, prompting a shudder from the girl, while the audience roar. “Do you understand the rules of the game? GOOD! -In that case, you have ten minutes to get these boys spunking – GO!” Dropping to her knees before the first hunk, Emma hooks her fingers inside the string of his pouch. She removes the thong to reveal her first course: a generous portion of throbbing man-meat. Then, steeling herself, she begins to wank his stiff member. Emma is merciless in her masturbation, but despite her best efforts it is over two minutes before she starts to see the man’s equilibrium dissolving. When it finally happens, though, it still takes her by surprise: his cock almost twitches out of her grasp as he lets fly, narrowly missing her nose. Man number two proves a tougher challenge; her frantic wanking fails to weaken his resistance, and precious time is slipping away. In response Emma moves closer, using both hands, her anxious face only inches from his massive erection. At the five-minute mark he still shows no signs of giving in. Her friends can barely contain their frustration, straining forward, willing her to do something, anything to get back in the game. The tension in the studio is mounting; all eyes are focussed on the girl. Then someone says it. “Why don't you suck him?” blurts out a woman in the audience. Several of the waiting hunks loudly voice their agreement, and start up a chant of “Suck! Suck! Suck!” Soon it begins to catch on among the studio audience. Emma does her best to ignore it: “SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!” Another half-minute slips by, and still the man is holding out. The chanting increases in volume: “SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!” Six minutes gone, and now everyone in the room is echoing the cry. Emma is shocked to see even some of her own teammates joining in. “SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!” The noise is like a physical pressure bearing down on the young girl, and Emma’s resolve begins to weaken. Finally, as if in a trance, she finds herself leaning forwards, lining up his fleshy pole, opening her mouth. The chanting is rapidly replaced by wild cheering. Staring straight ahead, she drops her trembling lips over his dark pink crown. The man sucks in breath as the girl’s soft, wet mouth closes around his engorged tip. Bracing herself, she drops her head again, and another inch of his quivering stiffness disappears up between her lips. Her tongue rolls over his fat bulb. Slowly she slides her mouth down his steel-hard length, then up again, all the time nervously observing the man’s reaction, alert for any danger signs. The whole situation seems bizarre and unreal to Emma; after volunteering six months ago for an “exciting” new game show, she is now appearing on TV with a complete stranger’s rampant willy in her gob!! On reaching his knob once more, she stops and pauses, breathing tremulously. The man’s expression is unreadable; surely he must be close to coming by now? She places a hand on his hip to steady herself as she begins another slow descent. Suddenly the audience see Emma pull back; the overstretched shaft, glistening with saliva, pops from her mouth, a split-second before it unleashes a sticky fountain of come, spraying all over the girl’s clothing. Emma is aghast as spurt after spurt of thick creamy come spatters over her t-shirted front. Unfortunately, bra’s are not part of the uniform issued to the contestants, and the deluge quickly turns the white cotton opaque, gluing it to the contours of her breasts. She looks down in horror: her pink tits are plainly visible through the translucent material. She might as well be topless!! But before she can dwell on this unwelcome development, a sudden shout from her team-mate brings her round. "Fucking Hell!!" exclaims one of Emma’s friends. Looking up to see what has provoked such an outburst, she comes face to face with the next man's member - a brutal eight-inch monster of a cock that has burst free of its skimpy thong and now hovers, menacingly, level with her nose. She gazes up to see its owner - a powerfully built, bronzed hunk - grinning down at her. As the chant of “Suck! Suck! Suck!” starts up again, Emma realises the stakes have been raised. For a moment she looks uncertain; then, to whoops from the crowd, she pulls his thick root deep into her mouth. Soon her little head is bobbing frantically back and forth, covering every inch of cock, her cum-drenched boobs jiggling in accompaniment. As she gets more and more into her stride, she grabs hold of his buttocks, digging her nails into his firm bum cheeks while she goes to town on his pork sword. But still the man is unmoved. Eventually Emma has her lips stretched wide around the base of his cock, her pretty nose bumping his muscly stomach, his tip nudging the back of her throat. Unfortunately for Emma, this is the precise moment he chooses to let go. There’s absolutely no warning as his colossal shaft suddenly bucks hard against the roof of her mouth and erupts. It’s all so quick, even her cry of surprise goes unfinished, abruptly cut off by his first thick wad cannoning into the back of her throat. Reflexively she swallows, taking his spunk down to her stomach before she even knows she’s done it. Attempting to disengage as speedily as possible she stumbles backwards, landing on her fleshy bottom; but the bronzed man steps forwards with her, keeping his spurting tool lodged between her lips for vital seconds longer. Her friends gasp in unison as extra helpings of jizm wallop down her throat in quick succession. Finally she disengages - but now some of his stuff has gone down the wrong way, sending the girl into a coughing fit. The man's milky spunk flies out of her mouth and nose. In the middle of it all, the buzzer sounds. No sooner has she regained her composure, than someone in the control room punches the slow-motion replay button and everybody gets to enjoy Emma’s debasement all over again in detail - including Emma herself. The opening image shows her fully engaged, devouring the man’s monster penis down to the root. Then her eyes widen as his shaft suddenly jumps, shooting hot cum up between her lips. Her throat bulges as she inadvertently sucks down his first spurt. The rest Emma cannot bear to watch, turning her face away. “What a great sport, eh folks?” exclaims the host, “Let's hear it for Emma!” Thunderous applause rises from the audience as the bedraggled girl picks herself up off the floor, her sticky tits wobbling unsteadily. Emma looks shell-shocked from her experience, but she has given her university a convincing lead - and given all the remaining hunks raging hard-ons, ready and waiting for the final contestant! “And Emma’s brave effort catapults Durham into the lead!! Can they still be overtaken? Let’s bring on the Bristol girls and find out!” The last gang of students is ushered in to the studio. “Well then, Bristolians! Let’s find out who gets the honour of representing you…” They fall silent as he makes the draw. Tongues flick over dry lips. “... so come on down, NICOLA FULLBROOK!” The cameras home in on an attractive redhead of barely 18, whose eyes widen in alarm. In the background, her three teammates’ faces betray their personal relief. As the compere encourages her forward, a low murmuring rises from the audience; everyone is beginning to suspect that this girl is in for an even more shocking ordeal than her predecessors. Her team cheer her on as she walks over to the cubicle, but the redhead’s expression remains fixed; she is controlling her breathing, clearing her mind ready for the task ahead. The long line of muscular studs smile wickedly at her, knowing there is no way on earth she can back out of doing this. “Well, in order to win, Nicola must score a hit with eight guys, but with most of them on a hair trigger, that’s not as hard as it looks - unlike the boys’ pricks!!” quips the grinning host, getting a cheap laugh from audience. The girl smiles along with the laughter, but inside nerves are eating away at her. The image of the last contestant coughing up spunk plays over and over in her mind: she is determined not to end up like that, gagging on a strange man’s cum. However, she is well aware that her team is trailing badly, and she will have to do something spectacular to win. In desperation, she has come up with a radical scheme that might just pinch a victory – if she has the courage to go through with it. The 'Give Up Yet?' Game Show “Good luck Nicola, your time starts - NOW!” Everybody waits for the cry of “suck, suck” to start up again, but then Nicki does something that takes everyone by surprise: she begins removing her tracksuit trousers. The audience is silenced by this new twist. Now with only her knickers to protect her modesty, Nicki pulls her victim towards her, rips off his thong and, as the whole room looks on in disbelief, embraces him brazenly, pressing her body into his. As she shoves her pelvis forward the hunk lets out a gasp, feeling her fanny lips squash around the stem of his erection, the heat of her sex caressing him through the thin panties. Before he can catch his breath, Nicki begins to work her mound up and down against his shaft, teasing the stud, urging him on towards his climax. She knows exactly how this will play on TV, making her look like a cheap trollop, but right now she doesn’t care as long as it gets results. And it seems to be working: the man’s mouth is open, his breathing heavy and irregular. Spontaneously his hands rise to settle on her hips. It is against the rules, but nobody seems to object. Nicki decides it’s time for the coup-de-gras. Raising herself on tiptoes, she grips the stem of his erection, aiming it until it is pointing right between her thighs; then she bends her knees and lowers her crotch. The man gasps as his penis probes against the white mound between her legs; his tip nudges her labia apart. Taking another breath, she lowers herself another inch. A camera lens zooms in from below to reveal the bulging outline of her panty-clad lips encircling his knob, then swallowing his whole cockhead up into her slot, until it is lodged firmly inside the opening of her cunt. There it halts, tantalisingly, inside the entrance of her sex, straining against the material. The man winces: this is taking teasing to new heights! His fingers grasp the waistband of her knickers, pulling the flimsy garment even tauter around the girl’s trim pelvis. Tottering on tiptoes, Nicki is only too aware that a thin layer of cotton is all that stands between his fearsome prick and her vulnerable vagina. Still, she feels confident enough to flash him a wicked smile, certain he can’t resist this for long. But then it happens. In the blink of an eye, the man flexes his muscular arms and with a sharp ripping sound the knickers are rent asunder, stripping Nicola of her only protection. Losing her balance, she plunges down onto his stiff cock. The man sucks in breath as he suddenly finds his manhood engulfed in hot, moist teenage quim. Immediately Nicki tries to dismount, but as soon as she steps back her bottom collides with the plexiglass wall – she’s right at the back of the cubicle! Now she is pinned between the man and the wall, and he shows no signs of backing off. Nicki’s wide eyes flash between his face and the junction of their loins. Desperately she squirms around atop his erection, trying to free herself, but her frantic wriggling only succeeds in pushing her unwanted lover closer to the brink. Her teammates look at each other in confusion – is this all part of Nicki’s gameplan?? Nicki can’t believe the dangerous situation she’s got herself into; her unprotected vaginal walls are in imminent peril of being deluged with a complete stranger’s piping-hot sperm. Worst of all, she knows that it was she who aroused him, she who put herself in this position. Everybody in the room seems rooted to the spot. Nicki can’t understand: why doesn’t anyone come forward to help her? Fighting back panic, she attempts to take charge: “Listen to me, listen to me,” she gasps at the man, “You mustn’t come inside me, OK? You got that? Do – not – spunk!” Ironically, it’s the word “spunk” that triggers him: no sooner has the girl realised her mistake than she feels his manhood expand inside her. “NO -!!” she manages to blurt out, before sperm erupts into her pussy, spurt after spurt, plastering every square millimetre of her sex with his fertile seed. Too late, her teammates realise that this isn’t part of the plan. They gasp as they watch the man’s face contort in orgasm, their friend’s buttocks jiggling as her lover pumps his jizm deep into her unprepared body. Meanwhile the cameramen smirk behind their lenses, recording every shocked gasp that escapes the girl’s lips in response to each fresh jet that bursts inside her. In the middle of it all, over her lover’s left shoulder, Nicki can see her next challenger, a thickset, stocky man, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he enjoys the show. Eventually, as the last spurts well into her body, she slumps against the man’s powerful frame, exhausted and beaten. But abruptly the relieved hunk disentangles himself from her embrace, leaving Nicki struggling to stay on her feet. She turns and slumps against the back wall of the cubicle, catching her breath, unable to take in what’s just happened. But even before she can properly recover, the next man is in place, eager to get started. She feels a fat knob butting her crotch from behind, and suddenly Nicki remembers the urgency of her task. No longer thinking about consequences, she braces her arms against the plexiglass wall and steps backwards, steadily spearing herself. All Nicola’s friends are astonished; this is not the quiet, reserved girl they thought they knew. Steadily she begins to pump her hips back and forth, sawing his knobbly gristle against her vaginal walls. He responds in kind; it’s a flagrant breach of the rules, but the show’s producers are far more concerned with ratings than rules at this point, anyway. The stocky man begins bundling the girl’s sweat soaked t-shirt over her head, robbing Nicki of her last shred of dignity. It soon flutters down to join the remains of her knickers on the floor of the cubicle, leaving her completely naked bar her sports trainers. Now the TV cameras can rove over her pert, nubile young body at leisure. Next the stranger cups her neat, apple sized breasts in his rough hands, pinching her rosy nipples between his fingers, while gradually his strong arms raise her upright until she stands full frontal to the audience, stark naked, twisting, writhing and moaning on his pistoning cock. Shamelessly, one cameraman zooms in for a screen-filling shot of the stud’s juice-streaked meat pumping vigorously between Nicki’s distended love lips; meanwhile another camera focuses her fierce expression. In Studio 1, some of the students protest by deliberately turning their backs to the screens. But inevitably, one by one, their eyes are drawn back to the flickering monitors, until eventually they are all glued to the action. Steadily both participants up the tempo. His pelvis slams relentlessly into hers, causing her small tits to bobble with each impact. The studio echoes with the steady slap, slap of his stomach against her buttocks as he races towards the inevitable. But it is Nicki who beats him to it. A full-blown orgasm overtakes her and suddenly she is thrashing and shouting and cursing, full on to the cameras. The TV crew are delighted, while her fellow students are shocked by the stream of obscenities that issue from her mouth. After what seems like an eternity, Nicki begins to calm down, her energy drained. Her partner however is reaching his peak. Suddenly he gives an almighty thrust and freezes, buried deep inside the student’s body. For a moment, Nicki’s teammates pray he will pull out and not compound their friend’s ordeal. Then he throws his head back and roars as he empties his bollocks into the 18-year old. No sooner has he spent himself than he staggers back out of camera-shot, leaving the redhead alone and reeling inside the booth. But she is not alone for long: a replacement eagerly steps forward. Nicki accepts his challenge. By now it’s clear to everyone that the show is degenerating into a gangbang. Belatedly, Nicki’s teammates decide to voice their objections; but, just as they are about to do so, the audience bursts into loud cheering. Puzzled, the girls turn as one to find out the cause of this uproar. What they see takes their breath away: responding to a cleverly-timed signal from the floor manager, all the remaining hunks have begun discarding their G-strings. The Bristol girls goggle at the positively cunt-creaming line-up of stiff cock before them, and somehow their protests are forgotten. Over the next six minutes, little Nicola achieves the seemingly impossible, taking on man after man, cock after cock, steadily humping, pumping, grinding, pounding and bouncing her way back into the game. She uses every ounce of sexual cunning she possesses to overcome them, her slim frame thrashing against theirs, her mop of frizzy red hair flying. She keeps going until no less than seven men have surrendered their creamy cum to her hard-working pussy. Suddenly, against all the odds, the Bristol team are within an ace of their target, and glorious victory. Then the eighth hunk materialises before her. A huge black man, he sports various scars on his muscular frame and holds a brutal looking weapon, bigger than anything she has faced so far. For a second Nicki freezes, thinking of the consequences of becoming pregnant to this dark giant; but her teammates spur her on, knowing that just one more pulsing prick is all they need to win: “Go on Nicola, shag his brains out!!” “You can do it Nicks, milk his balls dry!!” …are just a few of the helpful comments screamed at the saddle-sore girl. She gestures for the man to lie on the floor and places her feet either side of him. Then she lowers her trembling body onto his immense penis, feeling her cunt stretching further and further, as inch by painful inch she descends. Eventually her full weight is rested against the base of his cock, the pinkness of her fleshy folds squashing around the blackness of his rock-hard root. She looks down into the face of the stranger whom she has never even kissed, imploring him with her eyes to shoot his load quickly and deliver her the victory she’s worked so hard for. But as she gazes into those hard, cold eyes, it’s clear that he’d never dream of letting her off so lightly. The images of the next few minutes are destined to become a hard-porn classic: Nicki bouncing steadily astride the hunk, her hands spread on his chest, her body sweating bullets with the exertion. She varies her rhythm, sometimes slamming away with wild abandon, her creamy buttocks quivering with each impact, sometimes stopping to clench her vaginal muscles tightly around his manhood. It is a tactic that has worked well on other men, but clearly this is no normal man. He resolutely holds off his climax. But then, disaster: the buzzer sounds - Nicola is out of time. “NO!!” she wails as she looks up at the scoreboard, knowing it will only confirm her worst fears: she has finished three points short of victory. She has just sacrificed her body and her dignity for nothing, and the visual evidence of her whorish behaviour is right now being beamed to television sets and video recorders around the world. Yet there is still one final humiliation for Nicki. As the tremors subside, she is surprised to feel the huge negro actually lifting her off his erection. Puzzled, she looks down between their bodies, and is abruptly greeted by a thick wad of spunk in the face, before the man drops her indelicately back onto his spurting cock. Her violation is now complete, and Nicki breaks down in tears, her body slumping with exhaustion across his muscular frame as the rest of his black seed pulses steadily into her defenceless womb. Belatedly it dawns on her why the man lifted her off his prick – he had to prove to everyone that his orgasm happened after the buzzer had sounded. And while Nicki sobs quietly in the background, too spent to disentangle herself from the brute whose softening prick is clearly visible still plugging her vagina, the grinning gameshow host hones into view, talking to camera: “What a show, eh folks?” he booms, “…but I’m afraid Nicola finished only seven men within the ten minutes allowed, which means the series winners are: DURHAM UNIVERSITY!!” The Durham supporters go nuts, shouting and cheering. The Bristol girls swap guilty glances, realising they’ve just let their friend screw a gang of total strangers while they stood by and watched (except in the later stages, when they screamed at her to screw harder). “But never mind,” continues the compere, “Nobody goes home from this show empty-handed!” he chuckles along with the audience. Nicola doesn’t see the joke – not until her morning sickness kicks in some weeks later. “So, can we bring the other teams back in, please?” The other two teams are escorted into the studio. The Durham and Southampton contestants look quite flushed, hardly surprising considering they have just watched the equivalent of a hard-core porn movie. One student’s erect nipples are clearly visible through her sweatshirt; another girl is perspiring openly. Any who aren’t already aroused soon feel a tingling when they inhale the heady scent of sweat and juices that permeates the room. “AND, the first prize is the G.U.Y. trophy, a hundred thousand pounds cash between you, plus... the chance to take your after-show shower with the G.U.Y. guys here!!” The girls of Durham swap looks and smirk knowingly; this is going to be a fuck-fest if ever there was one. Four pairs of eyes turn to the naked, erect men… Sure enough, a half-hour later, the shower block echoes to the shocked yells of four female students launching themselves onto cock after cock of all shapes and sizes. Water and steam fill the room, concealing the full spectacle of flesh colliding with flesh and giving the unsuspecting girls a modicum of protection from the hidden TV cameras that they are unwittingly still performing for. But the unmistakable shrill gasps and cries that bounce off of the tiled walls testify to the frantic nature of the copulation taking place. Now and again the clouds of steam part to reveal the action: Team captain Sarah’s tits flying as she bounces vigorously on a prone hunk; Hero of the hour Emma, back against the tiles, getting deep-probed by an exceptionally well-endowed fellow; Dark-haired Jacqui on her hands and knees with one cock thrusting into her from behind while another explodes into her mouth; And 18-year-old Zoë, her slim frame standing sandwiched between two muscular bodies which hammer into her from front and behind, causing her to wail with a mixture of pleasure and pain. After all, there is limited time, and a lot of hunks to get through: even as the first lot are completed, another four are standing in the wings, water streaming down their throbbingly erect cocks, patiently waiting their turn…