Going for Gold (22 page)

Sunday

Python

When that weird guy Tim approached me yesterday at the spa
about fucking a girl on stage, I never believed he'd actually deliver. But now
here I was, with a beautiful blonde bent over the judges table in front of
thousands of people.

Thank God I was able to keep from cumming during that
fantastic blowjob.
I had never seen a girl suck cock the way she did. The
way she jammed me down her throat made it seem like cum was genuinely her
favorite food. At the time I thought she just didn't want me to fuck her, but
the way she was arching her back right now to give me unrestricted access to
her sweet pussy indicated otherwise.

I slapped my erection against her soft ass and admired the
body I was about to ravish. This was my favorite view of women - bent over
ready to be fucked. The difference between her hips and her tiny little waist
was truly breathtaking, and I could even see the sides of her breasts pressed
against the judges table.

Alina turned around to look at me. "Please fuck
me," she said.

Hell yeah.
The only thing I loved more than girls
begging for it was the look on their face when I finally gave it to them. And
luckily for me, the video feed on the jumbotron was focused directly on her
face.

I grabbed her hips and slowly guided myself into her wet
pussy. Her eyes got wide and her mouth curled into a half smile, half moan. I
had never fucked a girl without a condom before, and now I didn't think I could
ever use one again. Feeling her warm pussy directly on my skin with no stupid
latex in between us was the most amazing, intimate feeling. I couldn't wait to
be balls deep inside of her, to explore every inch of her perfect body.

"You want more?" I asked.

"Yes. Give it to me." She pushed back on the table
to try to get more, but I held her hips steady. I wanted to give her the best
fucking of her life, not rip her in half. That meant starting out slow. She was
so fucking tight.

I gave her a few seconds to adjust to my size before pushing
in deeper. Inch by inch, I watched myself disappear inside of her until her beautiful
ass was pressed up against me.

Now it was time for the real fun to begin.

I pulled out slowly until just the tip was still inside of
her, and then I thrust back in.

"Oh God," she moaned, again pushing on the table to
get more. And this time I didn't resist. I just let her push up against me as
hard as she wanted, ramming my cock deep inside of her.

"You like that big black cock?" I asked.

"Yes. Fuck yes."

I thrust into her again and again, caressing her ass with one
hand and pulling her hair with the other to get her to arch her back even more.
Then I reached around and put my finger in her mouth. She immediately whipped
her tongue around it and then took it into the back of her throat as if it were
another cock.
God, this girl is incredible.

I focused all my energy on not cumming too soon. There were
so many things I wanted to do to Alina before this was over.

Sunday

Bryce

I grabbed a random towel to cover up my junk as Tim and I
sprinted into the hallway.

"What the hell?" asked the guard. Apparently he
didn't know what was happening on stage, because if he did, my lack of pants
would hardly be shocking.

"Long story," I said. "Where's the control
room?"

"Why?"

"There's a uh...lighting malfunction. We need to check
it out."

"Oh, okay. Down the hall to the right. Room 107."

We took off in that direction. Tim stopped me as we rounded
the corner and saw there was another security guard standing outside the
control room.

"Let me handle this," said Tim. "I feel like
your current outfit and your bloody nose hurts our credibility slightly."

"Okay. But hurry." I wiped under my nose. Sure
enough, there was a streak of blood on my hand.

Tim calmly walked up to the security guard and said a few
things. Rather than going inside, he turned around and came back to me.

"No luck," said Tim, shaking his head. "He
said no one gets in without proper clearance."

"Then we only have one choice."

"Are you going to threaten to flash him?"

"Just watch." I sprinted down the hall. I didn't
even bother to slow down as I approached the security guard, I just wound up
and put the full momentum of my run into the punch. He hit the ground like a
bag of bricks. I had knocked him out cold.

God, it felt so good to hit someone again. I wasn't sure if I
had ever been this angry in my life. I had already knocked out a few of the
assholes on stage who thought Alina was some sex toy they could pass around.
After we were done here I'd take care of the rest of them.

"Holy shit," said Tim. He had run down the hall as
soon as he saw me land the punch. "Are you trying to get us sent to
Brazilian prison!?"

"No. Although going to Brazilian prison might help you
realize how Alina's probably feeling right now on stage."

"They have dance competitions in Brazilian prison?
Hmm...maybe I would fare better than I previously thought."

"God damn it, Tim. Just help me open this door so we can
turn those lights off."

Tim grabbed the key ring off the unconscious guard's belt and
started trying different keys in the lock. A second later, a bearded guy wearing
headphones and a black T-shirt opened the door.

"Tommy?" said Tim. "Shit, of course it's you
in here."

"I'm confused," I said. "Who's Tommy and why
do you know him?"

"He's the stage manager. I've been working with him the
past few days to get the lighting and sound squared away for the
performance."

"Am I doing okay?" asked Tommy. "I've been
trying to follow the action with the main spotlight, but it's hard with so much
happening."

"Yeah, you're doing great," Tim said.

"Guys! Focus! We have to cut the lights."

"Why?" asked Tommy. "The crowd is loving it.
Check this out." He waved us into the control room and sat down at a desk
in front of 12 computer screens. Each one showed a different angle of Alina
bent over the judges table being fucked by Python.

"Fuck," I said. Python was black. Alina knew that
wasn't me.

"Actually, I'm glad you guys came," said Tommy,
totally ignoring me. "I was having trouble deciding which view to put up
on the jumbotron. "We have the classic side view which is pretty awesome,
but I also positioned the sky cam to get a perfect overhead view of him ramming
her. And then of course we could always go for the face shot. Man, you can just
tell she's loving it by the faces she's making. I was thinking about doing a
split screen..."

"Tommy, cut the god damn lights."

"What do you mean?" he asked. "I felt like I
was doing a decent job with the lighting. That reminds me, I was toying with
this awesome idea. I have some backup fireworks from Russia's performance that
I was thinking would be awesome to sync up with the final cumshot, like a grand
finale sort of deal."

"God damn it! That's my girlfriend up there. Cut the
fucking lights!"

"Wow," Tim said. "I didn't realize you two
were at that level. Congrats, man. Geez, if I had known, I would have asked you
if it was okay for Python to do that to her."

Seriously?
I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. If I
had just asked Alina to be my girlfriend would she be out on that stage right
now with Python? I was trying not to rush her. She had just broken up with
Chris. All I wanted was for her to be my girlfriend. I really liked her. Fuck,
I more than liked her. If I didn't, I wouldn't be feeling the way I was right
now. Like I wanted to kill everyone that was touching her. I knew I didn't want
to be her rebound. But if I had known that this catastrophe would be the
rebound she needed, I would have fucked her days ago to prevent this.

I felt like I was going to be sick. This had to end now.
"Cut the fucking lights," I said again, more forcefully. I took a
step toward Tommy.

Tommy put his hands up. "Chill out, man. I'm just trying
to do my job here."

"I don't care what the fuck you're trying to do, because
if you don't cut the lights in five seconds..."

"Okay, okay. I don't have access to the safety lighting
in the auditorium, but I can blink the lights on stage if you want. You know,
like how they do at the theater to tell people to take their seats. Or like the
music at the Oscars when someone is rambling for way too long in their speech.
That would probably give them the signal to wrap it up."

"Do it," I demanded. "And tell me where I can
go to turn the lights off for real."

Sunday

Alina

My mind was numb to everything except for the incredible
feeling of Python's huge cock thrusting into me. The judges a few feet away
from me, the thousands of other spectators, even the cameras - none of it
mattered anymore. Each movement took me closer to the edge, closer to
completely shattering.

Python took his finger out of my mouth and grabbed my leg,
pulling it up in the air. The change in angle felt fucking fantastic. It also
gave the camera a perfect shot of Python's cock sliding into me.

"Don't stop," I moaned.

With my leg pinned in the air with one of his hands, he
reached around with the other and stroked my clit possessively. My body
shuddered every time he touched it. As I moved my arm to keep my balance, I
bumped into one of the judges' microphones.

"Tell me what you like," he demanded as he slammed
into me again.

"I love your big black cock," I moaned. The sound
reverberated through the entire auditorium.
Shit.
I must have turned the
microphone on when I hit it. And now I professed my love for big black cock to
all these people. Of all the things for the microphone to pick up.

Then the lights in the auditorium went out for a second and
then came back on.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I dunno," said Python. "Don't they flash the
lights to signal that a performance should end soon?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"I guess you better get back on stage. I hope you're ready
to get cum all over your pretty little face." Python gave me one more
thrust and pulled out of me. He lifted me over his shoulder and danced through
the audience to the stage. All of my other backup dancers were there waiting
for me, dancing in unison, still with their beautiful erections at full force.

"Are you done with me?" I asked. The other men
looked appealing, but they couldn't compare to Python.

"Not even close, baby." Python lay down on stage so
that his cock was sticking straight up in the air like when I had been sucking
him. "Get on my cock."

I was going to hop on it, but before I could, four of my
backup dancers whisked me off my feet. Two of them grabbed my arms, while the
other two pulled my legs into a split.

They danced around the stage with me for a second before
returning to Python. With my legs spread apart, they lowered me right onto his
enormous cock.

"Fuck," I moaned as his length filled me once
again. I thought he was all the way in, but he somehow thrust up. I put my
hands on his sculpted chocolate abs and pushed back onto him, but that just
made him groan and thrust harder. I felt like I was riding a mechanical bull,
only I was naked and the bull was Python fucking me with his giant penis.
I
guess that's why it's called the cowgirl position.

The four men who had lowered me onto Python were still
standing around me. The closest one didn't hesitate to grab the back of my head
and shove his cock in my mouth.

"Oh, Alina," he immediately groaned.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that two other men
were close. They grabbed my hands and placed them on their erections.

"It's me," one of them said.

"Me too," the other said.

I immediately started stroking them. If my performance was
almost over, I needed to please all these "Bryces" as quickly as
possible. But pleasuring so many men at once wasn't an easy task.

I was trying my best to give attention to all of them, but
they all seemed to want my mouth. Whenever I stopped sucking one I could hardly
get a breath before they'd turn my head and shove another cock in my face,
moaning my name. Making me feel like it really was Bryce.

I tried to keep track of who was up next to get blown, but it
was nearly impossible. Python thrusting into me from below didn't help my
concentration. His fingers dug into my hips. It reminded me of sitting on
Bryce's lap in the car.

Another guy grabbed the back of my head. "It's me,
baby," he said and slid his cock into my mouth. A second later, he was
pressed against the back of my throat.

"Hey, I thought I was next," said one of the other
guys. "Alina, it's me," he said and ran his hand down my neck,
cupping my breast in his hand.

I moaned. I was able to get the cock out of my mouth just
long enough to say, "I'll give you whatever you want next."

While I got my face fucked and gave two handjobs, I felt the
hand that was on my breast slide to my back and down my spine. A second later,
two strong hands on my hips raised my ass up so that just the tip of Python was
still in me. Then I felt a hard cock slide across my ass and press against my
asshole. Usually it would have tickled, but I was so aroused that it felt kind
of good. Either way, I wasn't about to let someone do me in the ass.

I tried to turn to stop him, but the guy fucking my face had
too solid a grip on my head, and my hips were fully out of my control as well.
The guy pulled on my hips, simultaneously pushing Python deep into my pussy
while another cock slid into my ass.

Holy. Shit.
Not only was I getting gangbanged in front
of a live audience, but now I had three cocks inside of me at once. And it felt
fucking incredible. Python's enormous penis made me feel full, but the erection
slowly pushing into my ass intensified the feeling tenfold. As they both went
deeper, the audience roared with approval and I could feel myself on the edge
of orgasming.

"Shit, did she just go airtight?" said one of the
guys.

"Damn right she did," said the guy behind me.
"Her ass is so tight." He pushed into me hard and took me over the
edge.

Every muscle in my body tensed with pleasure, causing me to
deep throat the cock in my mouth and somehow fit all of Python into my aching
pussy.

"Fuck," Python groaned. "Alina, your pussy is
a fucking miracle." His hands moved to my breasts. Soon there were hands
all over me.

The next few minutes were a whirlwind of cocks all around me,
each man claiming whatever hole he pleased. I closed my eyes and let myself be
ravished. My fingers ran down chiseled abs and over hard cocks as the men
danced around me. Each of my nipples were being gently sucked on as someone
else rubbed my clit.

"It's me," was whispered in my ear repeatedly.
Along with, "I'm Bryce, baby." Another voice said, "I can't wait
to have you, Alina." Another said, "Having you has been all I could
think about."

It was like Bryce was all around me. And one of them was him.
I wanted to please him. I wanted to please all of them as much as they were
pleasing me.

All the while, Python continued to slam into me, building me
toward orgasm again. He was like a fucking stallion.

I thought the guy in my ass was going to cum inside me when I
felt his cock start to pulse, but instead he pulled out and shot his warm
liquid on my ass and back. He had hardly finishing cumming when another guy
shoved him out of the way and slowly slid into my ass.

"Alina," he groaned as he picked up his pace,
grabbing my hips hard.

A minute later I was on all fours sandwiched between two men,
and then I was riding someone reverse cowgirl with a cock in my mouth and two
more in my hands. I felt the guy in my mouth start to get harder, and then his
delicious cum shot into my mouth. I kept sucking him to get every last drop.
Finally,
more cum.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and at the same time the
guy below me surprised me by thrusting hard. I involuntarily opened my mouth to
moan, and all the cum I was about to swallow poured out of my mouth onto my
tits.

For a second I worried that I was being super gross by
drooling cum.
As if that was the grossest thing I had done since stepping on
stage.

"Wow," muttered one of the other guys.

"You like that?" I asked seductively. But really I
was seriously wondering if he actually found that attractive.

"Hell yeah."

"Then give me your cum and I'll do it again."

He immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me off the platform
to center stage. The other men all followed. Leaping through the air, dancing
behind me.

"On your knees," he said and pushed on my
shoulders. "You've been looking for Bryce. You've found him."

Fuck.
Him taking control like that was so hot.
"Cum all over my fucking face." I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue
out.

He stood a few inches away from me and started jerking off. I
closed my eyes just as the first shot burst onto my face. Some went in my
mouth, but most of it went on my cheeks. He pointed another shot at my tits,
and at the same time, I got hit in the face with more cum from the opposite
side. I just kept my eyes closed and let their delicious cum rain down on me.
Shot after shot of the warm liquid splashed onto me. On my tits, in my mouth,
on my forehead, in my hair. It was everywhere.

When there was a brief pause, I opened my eyes and wiped the
cum away from my lashes. But just as I did, I saw that there were two men still
standing next to me jerking off. To make a good grand finale, I grabbed both their
cocks and pumped as fast as I could until they both blasted me with thick
cumshots.

Is it over?

Then I heard someone come up behind me.

"It's time for the grand finale, princess."

Bryce? Yes!

Nope, not Byrce. It was Python, and he was still naked and erect.

"Oh God," I said. "Didn't I already please
you?"

"Not quite. You never made me cum."

"Really?" I thought back to the whirlwind of sex.
It was all a blur, but I couldn't picture Python in any of the positions after
I stopped riding him.

"Nope."

"Oh well. Guess you missed out."

He grabbed my hands and placed them on his ripped chest. He
slowly moved them down his abs, as he moved his hips, making it look like the
whole thing was staged. "But our agreement was that if you couldn't
deepthroat me, I could do whatever I wanted until you made me cum. Let's bring
this gold home, Alina."

Somehow, even after everything I had done, I was still horny
as hell. And the music was still playing.
God, what did not having sex for
four weeks do to me?

"Ready for the main event?" asked Python. He held
up a bottle of lube.

I gulped and shook my head. "Nope. Not happening."

"Yes, it is. I saw how much you liked taking it in the
ass earlier."

He was right, I did like it earlier. But this was different.
He was so big.

He grabbed my hand and spun me around. He pushed down on my
back. "This is the grand finale. This is the moment you've been waiting
for." He grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks. "Damn your ass is
beautiful."

"Are you sure it'll fit?"

He slapped my ass gently and squirted some lube onto his
dick. Then he slapped it against my pussy and let it slide against my asshole.
Desire shot through me. He did it again and again. God, I wanted to feel him
inside of me.

"Everyone else was just getting you ready for me.
Stretching you wide, so you could handle me. Because I'm not planning on being
gentle." He reached around my waist and rubbed my clit.

Oh God.
"Put it in my fucking asshole," I
said.
Holy shit, did I really just say that?

In an instant, he gripped my hips and slid the tip of his
cock in my ass. The lube made it slide in easily, stimulating the delicate
nerves of my asshole as it stretched further and further.

My entire body was paralyzed with pleasure. I could focus on
nothing other than the enormous cock claiming my ass.

Once he could go no further, he paused for a second and then
pulled out. Every vein in his penis rubbing against my insides took me closer
to the edge. And when he started thrusting and rubbing my clit, I shattered.

"Fuck!" I screamed and placed my hands on the
ground. Every muscle in my body tightened, including my ass.

"Fuck that's tight," he groaned. His cock was
getting even harder and bigger. "I'm about to cum."

"In my ass?" I asked.

"No. I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face, just like
I promised. But I'm not done with you yet." He grabbed onto my garter belt
and pulled me back onto him so forcefully that the lace started to rip.

I moaned as another orgasm washed over me. It seemed like
every thrust was enough to make me completely lose control. I never wanted it
to end. But it had to, because every time I clenched around him, he got closer
to cumming.

"Come on, give it to me," I said.

"If you insist." He pulled out of me and stroked
his massive cock with his hand. "Turn around, Alina. The audience isn't
going to want to miss this."

I spun around so that I was kneeling, facing the audience. I
stuck my tongue out and got ready to taste his cum. By now, taking a cumshot
was practically second nature to me.

The perfect muscles in his body tightened and he let out a
groan. I closed my eyes just as an enormous load of white hot cum exploded onto
my face. It wasn't like the others though. The amount of cum a man has must be
directly proportional to their penis size, because this was like someone sprayed
me with a fucking hose. After one shot I was covered with almost as much cum as
all the other men combined had given me. My mouth was full of the delicious
liquid, but I didn't close it. I wanted more.

And he gave me more. Lots more. The second shot was just as
big as the first. The third shot blasted onto my face and tits.

As I wiped the cum away from my eyelashes and opened my eyes,
I caught a glimpse of fireworks shooting up from the front of the stage. The
audience went wild as Python's fourth and final shot was aimed perfectly in my
mouth.

When he was done, I swallowed down the cum in my mouth and
glanced over to the jumbotron to see the damage. As expected, I was covered in
a ridiculous amount of cum. My face and tits looked like someone had dumped a
gallon of white paint on me.