Group Sex Let The Games Begin!

They had completed and performed all the necessary preliminaries; all that was left was attempt at the bonus points allowed for even more dangerous acts of sexual fondling and play. This is where things could get pretty dicey as there would be little if any room for explanation should they be discovered.

They spent the first several minutes actually enjoying their dinner once it had arrived, pondering and discussing the possibilities. A fifteen second, uninterrupted blowjob was going to be difficult to perform and get away with, but so would anything else be just as difficult. They could leave things as they were, they'd satisfactorily completed the major requirement, but neither of them wanted to walk away from dinner without earning a few extra needed points.

It was beginning to look like they would have to settle for just that however as by now someone was seated at the one clear table across the isle from them. For Angela to be able to perform giving him a blowjob now, it would simply be far too risky. They would be noticed in a heartbeat, and then all hell would no doubt break loose.

"Any ideas?" Angela asked. Paul thought for a moment more as they finished their desserts.

"Just one...but it is risky, and a lot will depend on our friendly helpful waitress," he told her.

"You're seriously not considering the 'itchy-cock' thing are you?" she asked nervously. Paul laughed.

"Not quite, but close. And it IS a bit dangerous, but it won't hurt to try...at least if we tell her before hand what we're considering, it will give us the chance to gage her reaction. If it's a bad one, we can simply laugh it off as a rather crude, poorly conceived joke, then leave her an even bigger tip to mollify any repulsion. IF on the other hand, she actually goes along with it, we could score some points BIG time."

"What do you have in mind?" Angela asked curiously. And so Paul laid out his idea to her.

"It might work," she said after hearing it.

"It might, especially since you seemed to establish a bit of a sisterly relationship with her during the scratch your titties thingy," Paul laughed. "Worth a try anyway."

"Here she comes now," Angela told him. "You ready?"

"Sure...lets go for it, see what happens," he responded.

"Can I get you anything else?"

Paul thought Angela deserved an Academy Award for her performance, how she managed to blush as profusely as she was amazed him.

"There is one thing I'd like to ask you about," Angela told her in that same conspiratorial tone of voice she'd used earlier, though this time still blushing profusely looking embarrassed as she did, all the while Paul appeared confused as to what was actually taking place between them, obviously left out of the conversation.

"Paul honey? Could you excuse us for just two seconds?"

"Sure baby," he said once again sounding confused, excusing himself, asking for directions to the bathroom even though he already knew where they were.

The signal that their waitress had agreed to go along with it would be her ordering of after dinner brandies. If not, then she would have slid to the end of their seat, waiting expectantly for his return.

"I know this might sound a little strange, perhaps a bit wild even. But we're on our honeymoon." Angela let that tid-bit of information sink in before continuing. "It's so beautiful here, and the dinner has been extra special, as well as the service," Angela smiled again, pausing. "And strangely enough, I really like you, and appreciate what you did for me earlier, which is why I thought that maybe I could ask you for an extra special favor. And even if you say no, which would be perfectly understandable under the circumstances, I wanted to at least ask since I feel perhaps maybe you and I have a lot in common." Angela was remembering the comment about "grass itchy tits". She knew she had the waitress's full and undivided attention now, especially as Angela leaned forward lowering her voice even more conspiratorially.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked.

"Well, like I said, it's our honeymoon, and I wanted to do something really special, something a bit naughty perhaps that we'd both have as a very special memory. It's something we've jokingly talked about, discussed, but Paul of course knows the likelihood if it ever happening as being virtually impossible. Angela once again paused, gauging their waitress's reaction, but if anything, she appeared even more excitedly curious than before. "I need you to be a shield again for just a few seconds of time," she assured her. "While I blow him."

There...it was said, out in the open. Now the moment of truth was at hand. What the waitress said or did now was risky, but the request wouldn't most likely cause any real trouble. At worst, she'd simply say no, and that would be that.

"You're serious?" she asked back, still leaning over the table.

"Yes, just for a second or two," Angela promised. "I thought you might understand, realize that something that wild would indeed be memorable, something to look back on years later and laugh about. Laugh and remember the incredible waitress that went along with us and helped us to enjoy a very special time together."

Angela waited, she was considering it. "Ok, but how?"

"When you're ready, go and get us a couple of brandies. By that time I will have told Paul what I'm planning, and that you've agreed to go along with it. He'll be ready, so all you'll have to do is stand a little more off to the side there, shielding that table from being able to see this. I'll give him a few quick licks, just something of a tease, as well as an excitement, then I'll sit up, we'll finish our brandies and then leave. And of course, leave you a very nice tip for having helped us," she said smiling.

Now the waitress was blushing, but...she was also grinning. "Oh hell why not? I've done a few crazy things myself and always wondered if I'd be bold enough to ever do something like this as well. So sure...I'll go get the brandies, give you a few minutes to convince Paul and return. If he's ok with it, just wink when I come back."

Both Paul as well as Angela knew the only real complication was that it wouldn't last for just a few seconds, it had to last for at least fifteen. But...once committed, they were both reasonably assured that their waitress wouldn't bolt on them as uncomfortable or as worried as she might become, she'd be forced into standing there for the full amount of time, now an unwitting accomplice in their sexual assignation.

Paul soon after returned, saw that Angela was smiling still sitting where she had, obviously having ordered their brandies. Once again he'd unzipped himself, repositioned the camera, though it would be Angela's that would be documenting the act itself.

Nervously their waitress stood at the table, just as they'd discussed. She looked quickly and briefly behind her, assured that where she stood, she was indeed blocking any clear-cut view across the way. "Ok," she breathed softly, excitedly. "Whenever you're ready!"

Smiling, Angela leaned over gobbling up Paul's stiff hard erection. Anticipating a few quick licks, their waitress stood at first nervously, almost embarrassed as she watched, then as the seconds continued, as Angela's head continued bobbing up and down Paul's extremely hard erection, she found herself mesmerized, aroused beyond words, and now wanting, needing to see more if that were possible. Paul monitored his watch slyly as his arm rested on the table. The sweet feel of Angela's mouth sucking him, the excitement of being watched as she did had boiled his ball cream close to eruption, surprisingly so.

"You'd best stop...or I'm gonna cum," he announced. It was their pre-arranged signal that they'd met the required time. Angela began lifting her head. Paul groaned reluctantly, he really had been close...too close.

"Do it!" they heard their waitress actually comment. "Just hurry!" she added nervously.

She stood her ground, covering them though the time spent standing where she was, as she had might have begun to take on notice.

Angela's mouth returned to work, seriously. Paul's prick returned to pleasure, expectantly, his face turning briefly towards their waitress, whose hand had subconsciously reached upwards, cupping and kneading one of her tits as her eyes remained glued to Angela's still busily working mouth.

"Oh yeah...baby, oh baby. Here it comes honey...am gonna shoot!"

Angela would have preferred to continue sucking him dry, but she knew that a cumshot, an observed cumshot no less, was worth a ton of points! She withdrew her head sitting up slightly, her hand wildly stroking Paul's shaft up and down as a fountain of his cream began to jettison from the head of his prick, splashing wildly, obscenely against the satin red dress she was wearing. Angela didn't care, she was too aroused, too overwhelmed in Paul's ardent torrent of wildly flying cum to even care.

"Fuck!" Their waitress moaned softly. "Fuck!"

When it was time once again to leave Angela, Paul did so reluctantly once again. So far he'd been lucky. He'd had two very different, very amazing women with whom he'd competed, and enjoyed their respective teamwork. But it was after all part of the game. The requirement to compete and learn to work with a variety of partners, once again keeping everything on a level playing field for everyone. Though there was of course the simple luck of the draw.

Now well past midnight, nearing closer to two in the morning, Paul had dropped off his key, though during this phase of the competition, he'd not been given a new one. This was the "males" portion of endurance, ingenuity, and luck, as only the females had rooms, with all the males wandering about looking for perspective partners, not allowed to continue on with any previous partners, but each looking for one another, someone to join with, to score some quick easy points with until eight the following morning when he would return to the social room, be given a key, which would now become 'his' more permanent room as the females would now take on the aspect of being virtually 'homeless'.

There was of course the added excitement and danger of approach. Not everyone staying at the hotel would be involved in the game. And Paul couldn't hope to immediately recognize someone who was, though he hoped that he might find someone he did recognize, and see her searching for a new partner just as he himself now was. He could see below down into the pool area. It was crowded, especially for this time of night, and as far as he could tell, everyone down there was partnered. And besides, he'd already scored the only points he could for 'pool-play'. And those scored at night wouldn't be nearly as much, though it was perhaps a bit safer for those who were fooling around below.

Paul had decided to work his way down to the lobby, heading towards the elevators when he spotted her. Anna was just stepping out.

"Anna!" he called out to her excitedly. She was alone. She grinned, excited to see him, looking just as much relieved to find him also alone. "We have six hours of pure free-style ahead of us," he reminded her. And even better as he thought about it, one could have and be with as many partners during this phase of the competition as they wished, and none of them would be considered permanent partners, so he could...if fate had it, end up with Anna as a true partner the following day too.

Lack of sleep was considered one of the physical components that might have affect on some of the participants. But excitement, pure adrenaline coursing through Paul's system had driven away any and all signs of that. Just seeing Anna as she stepped out of the elevators wearing a simple pair of sweat-pants and top, looking just as sexy in those as she might have in a see-through negligee, soon had his cock rock-hard and needful.

"Paul!" Anna cried out happily, all but jumping into his arms as he approached. "Oh baby...I've been looking all over the place for you," she told him. "I was hoping I'd find you, especially now. I can't think of a better person or partner to get naughty with tonight!" she informed him suggestively. He remembered. If anyone had as wild as an imagination as he did...it was Anna.

"Got something naughty in mind for a quick few points?" he asked.

Anna looked about. "Seems like a good place to start," she said simply. The halls were currently vacant, though the likelihood of someone coming was extremely possible, and very likely.

"Here?" Paul asked.

"As good a place as any...for starters," she said smiling, already stripping off her sweat pants, though she kept her top on for the moment. Paul grinned. Seeing her standing there in nothing more than her bulky top, tennis shoes, and beautifully bare-shaven pussy, soon had his already rock-hard cock dancing even more urgently. He too was wearing as little as possible, a pair of running shorts, no underwear, a tee-shirt and tennis shoes as well.

Right in front of the elevators, she lay on the carpeted floor, pulling Paul down on to her. "Oh honey...fuck me baby, fuck me. Fuck me long...hard and good!"

They wouldn't score a lot of points for this one, but a few. There was some aspect of danger associated with it, not to mention the excitement of discovery, but it was the excitement of feeling Anna's soft silken pussy as it surrounded his shaft that scored the most points with him. Anna's cunt was without a doubt the softest, sweetest, wettest pussy he'd ever been in before.

"Oh fuck baby...I'd almost forgotten!" he told her as she wrapped her legs around his back, drawing him even more deeply inside her as they heard the elevator being called to go back down.

"We might have company soon," she giggled excitedly, humping upwards against him, capturing, then recapturing his now pistoning prick as it slid in and out of her succulent juicy split.

Anna was too lost in the moment to care, or even realize when the elevator began making its way back up. "We might have company soon," Paul warned her, still enjoying their long-needed fuck, taking his time with her, wanting her to orgasm, wanting, and needing her to climax with him.

"Well, if we do...maybe we'll luck out and it will be someone looking for a partner as well. If not, then we'll giggle, hide our faces, and run butt-naked towards the stairs!"

Paul laughed, "Sounds like a plan, if nothing else, we might score a few extra points for getting caught by a non-competitor!"

They both heard the 'ding' of the elevators arrival. Reluctantly, they made themselves ready, gathering their pants within their hands for a speedy quick dash down the hall in case it was someone that would take offense at finding them, and thus raise an alarm, or report it. The doors opened.

"Damn!"

She was short, stocky with brown hair and fairly large breasts. "I'm assuming the two of you are part of the games," she announced knowingly. "Because if you aren't, you should be."

Anna laughed. "We are," she announced. Neither she nor Paul had stopped fucking, continuing to do so, especially now as it became obvious that the woman who now stood there watching, was a participant herself.

"Damn," she said again. "I haven't been able to find anyone, its almost as though they've all had the same idea or something and went there together."

"Yeah...the pool area," Paul told her. "Though take my advise, those who've been competing for a few years have already learned that you won't get a lot of points down there tonight, not even the bonus points are as many as might be earned otherwise for group encounters. It's far better to score in other areas of the building..."

"Especially hallways," Anna joked, thrusting upwards against him. Paul smiled.

"Yeah...especially hallways," he agreed.

"Want to join us?" Anna asked her. "You won't score as many points being alone, but at least you'll earn a few if you stick with us for a bit until you can find someone, or decide what it is you want to do."

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all, how about you Paul?" Anna asked, already knowing the answer.

And by way of an answer, Paul had an idea. "Listen, we're in a good spot, or at least so far we are. How about we just continue on, but take it up a notch. A fun naughty little threesome here in the hallway."

"Sounds like a hell of a lot of fun. By the way, my names Carla."

"Nice to meet you Carla," both Anna and Paul spoke simultaneously, laughing at some hidden private joke as they did.

"What's so funny?" Carla asked.

"Oh...nothing really," Anna began. "We both tend to do that a lot," Anna and Paul said once again simultaneously together.

"OK, that's a bit odd," Carla laughed nervously. "I guess you two know one another then."

"We're starting too," Paul stated smiling towards Anna. "Now...ideas?"

Minutes later, Paul had positioned his little spy camera on the glass case of a nearby fire extinguisher. If they had to, he could leave it and retrieve it a short time later after the coast was clear. But for now, it would ensure that anything and everything they did would be captured for the judges.

"I'm feeling way naughty," Anna announced suggestively. And by the tone of her voice, Paul could tell that indeed she was.

"So Carla," Paul asked. "Any inhibitions? Anything you wouldn't do?" he asked her.

"None," she said smiling. "I'm game for anything," she announced.

"Good...in that case."

Seconds later, they were all as nude as the day they were born, though each continued wearing their tennis shoes. Clothes had been carefully positioned nearby for a quick get away and easy retrieval, to be put back on whenever it became possible to do so.

"We're going for the most points possibly allowed," Anna had suggested. And that meant total nudity.

"Yeah, a perfect ten!" Paul agreed laughing. "We've got a good opportunity, a good mix here, and plenty of coverage," he added.

Anna stood with her hands resting against the wall, stepping away slightly, and leaning forward. Paul positioned himself behind her, taking a moment to run his hands and fingers over her well-rounded ass as Carla knelt down on the floor in front of her, introducing the flat of her tongue into Anna's pussy.

"Oh that's nice!" Anna moaned happily, rotating her rapidly moistening cunt against the woman's mouth. Paul eased his finger inside the tight opening of Anna's cute little star, wiggled it around inside her, further arousing her.

"Your cunt really produces a lot of cream doesn't it?" Carla stated in surprise as she continued licking her.

"Oh fuck, you have no idea!" Anna warned. "I'm just getting started!" she mewled wantonly as Paul placed the head of his now very slippery dick at the opening of her ass.

"Ready?" he asked.

"More than..." Anna moaned. "Fuck me baby, come on, slip that nice hard prick inside my ass."

"Fuck!" Paul moaned as he began pushing inside her.

"Oh fuck yes!" Carla added as the sweet rivers of juice suddenly increased from between Anna's thighs.

"Holy shit!" Anna groaned intensely as Paul's cock slid the full length, now resting fully, deeply inside her throbbing, clenching ass.

"Ding!"

"Well! I never!" Came the startled, shocked tone of voice, along with another, though gentler guffaw right behind it.

"Well maybe if you had Doris, you wouldn't be in the middle of a divorce now!" Paul, Anna and Carla watched as the two older women, perhaps in their fifties passed by on the way to their room. The strong smell of alcohol told them all the two had been out partying, but perhaps not exactly in the same way they were seeing now. Doris averted her eyes as they passed, though the other who'd actually laughed, smiled, winked and nodded her head as she passed, guiding her somewhat tipsy friend to their hotel room a short distance away down the hall.

"Should we be worried?" Carla asked.

"I don't think so," Paul assured her, still lustily, happily, thrusting his hard stiff cock in and out of Anna's sweet tight ass. "I think 'Doris' is too drunk to do much of anything except collapse in her bed. Though after seeing us, she might actually be wishing for more than that. As for her friend, I wouldn't be surprised to see her grab another peek at us here shortly as soon as she's put Doris to bed. But...just in case, and to play it safe, if we hear the elevator ding again, we run."

"And...just in case you are right Paul, Carla? Why don't you aim your camera down the hallway there, just in case we do end up getting spied on. It might give us a few extra points!"

"Good idea," Paul agreed as Carla quickly situated her camera, and then went back to happily licking Anna's very wet slit.

There were no more immediate 'dings' though the elevator did go up and down a couple of more times, each passing their floor on the way further up however. Paul continued to enjoy the tightness of Anna's amazing ass, while Carla continued to clit-tickle her cunt, now working her fingers in and out of it as well, along with herself. Sure enough, a few minutes later the sound of a door being opened down the hall could be heard. At first, they all looked, wondering if someone else might suddenly emerge, requiring them all to grab ass and haul their butts off. Instead, much to Paul's off-handed remark, they watched as Doris's friend placed one step, then another out into the hallway, just watching.

"Don't mind me...I didn't call anyone, and my friend has already passed out. But I have to admit, seeing the three of you sitting there like that, is well...it's quite erotic don't you know!"

Paul smiled...leering actually. "Care to join us?" he asked. She was just a few doors away from them, but she paused as though considering it.

"Tempting, but no. I'm not quite that bold or daring, but I am rather amused...and aroused!"

This time Anna spoke. "Well, if you won't come over here and join us, perhaps at least you'll at least feel free to join us in another way," she suggested lustily.

The look on the woman's face changed from curiosity to wonder. "And that would be how?" she asked.

"Well, you're enjoying looking and watching us...how about letting us enjoy watching you?" Anna questioned.

The woman glanced at her door as though perhaps deciding to return inside instead. She let it close the rest of the way however, holding her key-card in one hand, lifting her skirt up with the other until it was obvious as to what she was now doing. "You mean this?" she asked as she began playing with herself, her face suddenly flushed with the excitement of the moment, even embarrassed or surprised at herself perhaps that she was actually doing this.

"Good for you!" Paul spoke joining in. "Enjoy yourself...we are!"

As he recalled, when Anna climaxed, she could really get noisy. And by the way she was beginning to thrust back against him, panting and moaning the way she now was, he knew she was teetering on the edge.

"Come all over my ass when you do baby," Anna urged Paul. "Might as well get credit for that too!" she added huskily. "You ready for a real pussy gusher Carla?" she then asked, receiving by way of an answer a sudden renewed assault on her puffy cunt. Likewise, their unplanned for voyeur, exhibitionist still standing in the hallway was now 'pat-slapping' her cunt, obviously nearing the throes of her own unexpected little orgasm, too far gone to not do so now, and thoroughly intent on reaching one.

"Fuck I'm close!" Anna announced.

"Me too!" Paul added.

"Ditto!" Carla said in a muffled sounding way as she pummeled her own pussy with her other free hand.

"And I think...so is she!" Anna exclaimed, once again looking down the hall drawing Paul's attention that way as well. The woman stood eyes closed, one hand on the wall now for support, weak in the knee's, finger's buried as deeply as she could get them between her legs, now panting like a banshee as her climax began.

"Oh fuck...I'm cumming!" Anna wailed.

"Ditto!" Paul cried, torn about pulling out of Anna's sweet delicious ass at that particularly crucial moment, but a cumshot was after all a cumshot. He felt the first delicious spurt shoot inside her ass, then pulled out, content with that, emptying the rest of his ball-cream against her sweet cheeks, and of which there was plenty of.

Carla mumbled something unintelligible as she moaned, groaned, and drank from Anna's suddenly very liquefied pussy, all the while finger-fucking herself into oblivion.

My room's just down the floor below us," she told Paul after saying good-bye to Carla who was now in search of new partners. They'd also said goodnight to their masturbatory friend, who had thanked them profusely for an incredible adventure. "I could really use a drink too!" she added.

"Me too...but what I'd really like, is to drink some of that pussy juice from your cunt," Paul said wickedly.

"I think that can be arranged," Anna smiled. "And then after that, how about we find one of those corner lounges, and I'll give you a nice long blowjob there. We should get some good free-style points for that one too," she said with a mischievous wink.

Sadly, their wild nights adventure was nearing an end. Both Paul and Anna were required to check in, retrieve their new room-keys, go...meet their new partners, and then perform one of the last required tasks that might still remain for each of them. So far, Paul had been lucky, but he still hadn't performed a sexual act outside in the parking lot, which was his final requirement, nor had he accomplished the "big" one, which was for pure bonus points, though he had come close now...twice. And that was convincing a non-participant to also perform some sort of sexual act, "with him", just watching, or even masturbating as Doris's friend had, didn't count. Though he would at least get extra points for that one.

He wondered briefly about the waitress they had met. It might not take much convincing for him to seduce her, but it might take some explaining as to where the hell his "wife" was at the moment. That might not go over very well the more he thought about it afterwards.

He returned to his own room, sat down on the bed and waited. Most everyone was no doubt off having breakfast by now during the break. They had an hour before activities once again commenced with this period of time being the longest, going on until dinnertime once again, followed by another four hour period of new partnership, then the last free-style events, or required events for those who still hadn't accomplished them before the eight a.m. deadline the following morning.

Paul decided to shower, freshen up, and await the arrival of his new days partner. Things were beginning to become harder to accomplish as well. He hoped his partner, even if she'd already performed a parking lot escapade for herself, would be willing to help him accomplish his. If she had, she wouldn't get any additional points for it however, only Paul would. But perhaps if need be, he could return the favor. Though the morning hours for the exercise facility would indeed be a tough one at this point to achieve. That, and as they'd all been made aware by now, the hotel establishment was beginning to receive a number of odd complaints from some of its guests. Guests who had stumbled into various couples, cavorting, fucking, or fondling one another openly all over the hotel. Obviously there was a lot more going on that just a few amorous couples on holiday. The hotel would be on the alert for this type of activity, making the games more difficult to play, and some of the tasks far more difficult to achieve. At least the parking lot would be a bit easier than some of the other 'required' tasks, which Paul had luckily managed to complete.

He stood beneath a hot scolding shower, relishing in the slight sting of the water's spray against his skin. The sound of the bathroom door opening alerted him to the fact that his new partner had obviously arrived. The fact she'd entered the bathroom as he showered wasn't totally unexpected. After all, what better way to meet or get used to a new partner than doing so naked.

"Care if I join you?"

Paul pulled the shower curtain nearly off the hooks. "Anna?"

She was naked, grinning, and quickly joined him. "Surprise!"

"Oh baby! And what a nice surprise it is too! And to think, I get to partner with you for the longest portion of the games!"

"How about that?" she said smiling as she reached for, soaping, then stroking Paul's rapidly hardening dick. "So honey...what mandatory do you still have left that you need to do?"

"Parking lot," he informed her.

Anna laughed. "Me too, saved that one for last. Personally, I think it's the easiest one of all the mandatories, most everyone else tends to get that one out of the way first, thinking it one of the hardest. But now, especially in the morning while everyone's still sleeping, or eating or downstairs in the exercise room, the parking lot is fairly safe for fooling around. Especially if one of us was lucky enough to find a decent parking place."

"I think mine's pretty good," Paul told her, we can go check it out after our shower. How about you?" he asked.

"Mine's pretty good too," she responded slyly, then added. "I parked right next to you!"

With their respective cars sitting side by side, there was even less chance of discovery, or someone suddenly coming by, disturbing, or catching them.

"Says here that you have to perform oral sex on me on the hood for a full minute, and then I have to do the same for you for the same amount of time. Think we can accomplish that easily enough?"

Paul laughed, "Yeah, I think so. Now, spread those lips honey, its time to dine!"

Anna had worn a skirt for this one. Bunching it up and around her waist, she lay back on the gentle slope of the hood of her car. Paul took a quick look about, saw one or two other patron's heading towards their own cars, but none of them close enough to disturb them or cause them to post-pone anything, or have to wait and start all over again.

He began to lick her, running his tongue gently, softly up her already slickened furrow. Reaching her clit, he 'flicked' it with his tongue, a hard, purposeful little flick that assaulted her clit with a nice firm jab, before continuing, once again playfully licking and lapping at her, enjoying her taste, her intoxicating aroma, and the sweetness of her already flowing female cum cream.

Paul was well beyond the required amount of time with no intention whatsoever of stopping. But then again, Anna knew that, and she had no intention of stopping him either.

"Just try not to scream too loudly when you cum," Paul asked.

"I'll suck on my lip when I do," she stated. "And then, I'll suck on you!"

"Good plan!" Paul agreed, and then began sucking on her sweet precious clit, knowing as he did, she was already biting down on her lip as she fell over the edge into ecstasy.

After Anna had a few moments to compose herself, and once again ensuring that the coast was still relatively clear, they exchanged places. Now it was Paul's turn to have his steely-hard prick lovingly mouthed, which Anna was soon doing. The way she licked him, the way her tongue traveled so delicately up one side and down the other of his shaft was maddening enough, but then she would pause, gathering him in fully, sucking him forcefully. Her lips vise-like, gathering in the velvety head where she 'knobbed' him momentarily before going back to her delightfully teasing torture as lips, tongue and hands continued the gentle coaxing onslaught where soon his cum-butter would gush forth in a spraying cascade of pleasure and delight.

"Let me know when you're about to cum," she told him.

"Fuck the cumshot," Paul stated. "I want to feel this one inside your mouth!"

Anna grinned, her smile encompassing his shaft once again, looking much like a naughty little girl with a very naughty Popsicle. "Tell you what, I'll let some of it dribble out, then I'll suck it all off you again, maybe we'll still get points for that one," she told him.

"Maybe, maybe not. Either way honey...no amount of points earned is worth exchanging for one of your incredible blowjobs!"

Anna smiled knowingly, eased a finger deep inside Paul's ass, and waited for the inevitable explosion, which came...and came again, and came, and continued doing for a very, very long period of time.

"So...how do you think you're doing?" she asked as they lay out by the pool.

"I think that 'we're' both doing good!" He responded. It was totally free-style now for both of them, just as long as everything they did was recorded for the judges review. And though neither had managed to "officially" coax a non-competitor into joining them, the odds that anyone else had either were pretty remote. Even then, Paul had a good feeling about this, they'd both managed to score a great deal of points along the way. He had in fact just finished masturbating Anna as she lay on her tummy as he pretended to apply sun-tan lotion to her back, reaching beneath, fingering her to orgasm while the older white-haired gentleman in the reclining lounge chair sitting next to them looked on.

Paul had smiled. The old guy had made no effort to move, declining an offer from his wife to join him in the pool. She'd been totally unaware of course that anything was going on. But after she'd left, Anna had shifted slightly, allowing one of her breasts to become completely exposed from her bikini top as she rose up slightly, as though repositioning herself for comfort. Paul had watched the knowing look in the man's eyes, his appreciative glance, even more so when catching Paul's eyes, his own knowing smile, and a simple nod towards one another in secret acknowledgment of the act. Anna gave further weight to that when she eventually rolled over, not bothering to cover her breasts after Paul had assured her the coast was clear. Only then did she slip back into her bikini top without anyone else being the wiser.

"Bill" as he introduced himself before leaving, stopped briefly to inform Paul and Anna that he'd already paid the bill for their drinks, thanked them for the little show, and openly announced he was going back to his room while he still had some "alone time" to take care of a sudden urgent matter that had suddenly and unexpectedly come up.

"If there was ever a better time," Anna announced.

"Up to you," Paul told her.

They got up seconds later, hurrying along so that they caught Bill as he'd called himself just before reaching the elevators. He was surprised to see them but smiled curiously.

"Floor?" he asked.

"Yours?" Anna questioned as a suggestion. Now Bill grinned, pushing the penthouse floor.

"Wow, you're staying in the penthouse?" Paul asked.

"Always do," he answered. He'd used a special key to access it. As the elevator began to lift, he turned towards them. Not sure how much time we'll have, but I can ensure we'll have a reasonable amount of warning," he stated picking up the phone. He spoke briefly to someone poolside. "Well, now that that's taken care of, mind if I see your wife's tits again?" he asked.

"Oh, Anna's..."

"Sure you can," Anna said interrupting Paul, giving him a cute sexy little smile as she shrugged off her top, exposing her luscious full breasts once again. "My husband thinks I have great tits, what do you think?"

"I'd say I have to agree with him," Bill stated easily, "They really are beautiful!"

Moments later the elevator floors opened, there were only two penthouses on this floor, they turned left from the elevators and entered the most spacious room that either of them had ever seen before.

"How much time?" Anna asked Paul quietly.

"Less than two hours," he replied. "Plenty of time."

"Can I get either of you a drink?" Bill asked.

"No thanks," Anna told him, already stripping out of her bikini bottoms. "Unfortunately, we really can't stay very long, but we thought it would be fun to have a little fun before we had to get back to the seminar we're attending."

Bill poured himself one anyway, though he tossed it quickly as he watched Anna skimming Paul's swim trunks down his legs. "Where's the bedroom?" she asked seriously. The suite was enormous with several rooms leading off from the main area.

"We should probably use that one," Bill pointed. "Just in case."

Anna led Paul by his rapidly stiffening cock into the room. Bill followed at a discreet distance, probably wondering what he'd gotten himself into.

"You have anything particular in mind?" he asked curiously.

"As a matter of fact," Anna grinned. "I do. Ever double-fucked a woman?"

Even Paul had never experienced that before.

"Ah no," Bill admitted excitedly.

"Mind if Paul takes my ass?"

"Your call," Bill stated as he finally began removing his own tee shirt and swimwear.

"Cool. Why don't you come up here on the bed then," she said to Bill. He did so, though Anna took a moment to stroke him ensuring his full hardness, which Paul could see he'd easily achieved. Satisfied, Anna straddled him lowering that delicious slick pussy of hers around his shaft. "Ok baby," she said turning back around to speak to Paul. "Slick that nice hard cock of yours up for me, I've got plenty of juice for both of you, and come fuck my ass honey."

As Anna continued to gently rock and stroke Bill's cock with her cunt, Paul knelt behind her briefly, reaching around to indeed capture some of that free-flowing pussy juice she was so good at making. He quickly lubricated her tiny puckered star with it along with the head of his own dick, and then pressed himself gently against her opening. Anna paused in her coupling with Bill, feeling the hard swollen head of Paul's prick pressing, then beginning to ease itself inside her, slowly...gently, until with a suction-like pop, he was in!

"Oh fuck! That's nice!" Anna exclaimed loudly. "Wait one...let me get used to the two of you," she announced. Paul reached around, grasping her full breasts giving each of her hard little nipples a nice soft pinch. He knew she liked that, and it seemed to send a needful signal down to her ass as well as her pussy.

"Oh yeah, fuck me...fuck me both of you! NOW!" she all but demanded of them.

It took only moments to establish a nice rhythm with Bill, the two of them sliding into her, then out, feeling their respective pricks passing one another through the fine membrane separating both passages.

"Holy fuck!" Bill moaned excitedly.

"You can say that again!" Anna groaned, matching his pleasure. Paul continued to fondle Anna's breasts, holding onto them for balance and support, though it was having its affect on Anna as well. She loved having her boobs played with, pulled on, her nipples pinched and twisted. Especially when she was nearing the peak of her ecstasy.

"Fuck I love when you do that!" She told Paul. "Pinch them baby, pinch them and pull them! Yes! That's it! That's it!" she cried out over and over. The feel of her luscious tight ass was having its affect upon Paul as well.

"Oh baby...I love fucking your ass. You enjoying having your ass fucked? Your pussy fucked at the same time lover?"

"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me Paul, fuck me Bill! Both of you...just fucking fuck me!"

The three of them thrashed wildly upon the bed, Anna seemed to come unglued, beside herself, and no wonder. With Bill's stiff hard prick sluicing in and out as rapidly as he could manage, the sounds of her squishy delicious wet cunt now sounding even more frothy, more liquid moment by the moment, and Paul's perfect penis stroking her inner most depths, inner most reachings, Anna's orgasm literally seized her, taking her by total and complete surprise when it came.

"Oh...Oh...Oh...FUCK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

The torrent of pussy juice that erupted from her cunt took everyone by surprise, including Anna. For a brief moment, she wondered if she'd actually pee'd on Bill, and probably had, though the bulk of her spendings were slippery sweet, pearly soft in their expulsion. She continued to thrash upon him wildly, her cunt exploding in a cataclysmic display of hot wanton lust, her breasts aflame with pleasure and pain mixed as Paul's hands dug into her, nearly causing injury. His own cock, mushroomed, ballooned, then exploded as well. For a moment, he was almost sure the head of his cock had come off, the almost hurtful spurtings of his spunk filling her ass, bathing the inside of her deliciously tight fuck-tunnel until he too had joined her in a wail-song of an entirely different nature, different species. Bill soon joined them, the excitement too much, the need far gone beyond control, his cock lurched, his first hard-felt toss of sperm now likewise filling her pussy, backwashing itself as it met the continued flow and spray of her still juicing quim.

They lay together in a heap momentarily. Paul finally found his legs, as well as his strength, taking that moment to waddle over to the nightstand where he'd secretly placed the small little spy camera, tucking it away before Bill could possibly spot it.

"Honey? I hate to rush you baby...but we really do need to get back to the room, shower and dress for this evenings session."

Anna moaned, rolled over, giving Bill's rapidly wilting penis an affectionate pat. "Thank you," she told him. "I've always wanted to know what that would feel like, and now I do!" she said grinning. "Thank you again!"

"No...thank you!" Bill said in a voice that sounded more like he'd died and gone to heaven. For in a way perhaps, he had.

Outside in the hallway as they waited for the elevator to arrive, Anna asked. "Did we get it?" she wondered.

"I'm sure we did honey, I had both cameras aimed at us, and from what I could tell, there's no way we couldn't have gotten all of that."

"Damn! We should score BIG time with that one then," she exclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah, I think so!" Paul agreed. "Though I wish, we could finish out the rest of the competition together, I'd really rather be with you, you know...more so than anyone else!"

"Really Paul? You mean that?"

"Yes baby, I really do."

"Tell you what, no matter who wins this thing, or whether or not you and I end up in the money or not, what say you and I start up our own little Sexual Olympics. As many times as you've been able to cum, I think you'd have established a new worlds record...'many cums' she called him teasingly.

"Me? Hell baby...what about you?" Fuck...I lost track of the number of times you've had an orgasm. Hell, I'd be willing to bet that you've had twice as many as any of the other females here!"

Anna laughed. "You're probably right. I have, and I did. But I'm ready to go again too!"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously!"

"We still have time?"

"Hell yes!" Paul answered as they stepped into the elevator. It hadn't even started going down before he'd stepped behind her, slipped her bikini panties off to one side, slipping his already hardened prick back inside that velvet glove of hers.

"Think we'll get any extra points for this?" she asked jokingly.

"Who the fuck cares?" Paul responded, stroking into her preciously wet pussy. "Who the fuck cares!"​