Going for Gold

by Ivy Smoak

  I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took him into my mouth. Usually I would have closed my mouth a little so he could feel my lips as he slid into my mouth, but with him there was no room to close my mouth. In fact, if my mouth had been any smaller he might not have fit at all.

  I slid my mouth down his shaft, but soon his tip pushed against the back of my throat.

  To see how much I had left to get down my throat, I looked out at the jumbotron. It was so weird seeing myself on my knees with my red, white, and blue lips wrapped around a massive black cock. But it was even weirder seeing how much of him still needed to fit in my mouth. If someone had seen that image without knowing how big he was, they would have thought that I just barely had the tip of it in my mouth.

  Fuck. How am I going to fit this entire thing in my mouth?

  I suppressed my gag reflex and tried to take it straight down my throat. It made him groan with pleasure, but I didn't get close to accomplishing my goal. The angle made it impossible.

  I spread my legs wider to get farther below him. If I was looking up at him, there would be less of an angle between my mouth and my throat. I took him into my mouth and got farther than before, but my gag reflex refused to let me shove something so big down my throat. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and caught my breath.

  "Give up?" he asked.

  "Fuck this thing is huge," I said. Not even a professional sword swallower would be able to deep throat him. "But I'm not giving up yet. If I make you cum I still win, right?"

  "I guess that was the deal."

  I played with his balls with one hand while my other hand pumped his shaft in unison with my mouth.

  After a little while I stopped and looked up at him. "Come on. I wanna taste your cum." I swirled my tongue around his tip seductively.

  "Don't worry, I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face. But not until I bend you over and fuck your tight little pussy. Or maybe I'll do you in the ass. I bet the crowd would love that."

  Shit! Why did I not specify in the deal that my asshole was off limits?

  "Lie down," I said, pushing on his chest.

  "Gonna give up and fuck me?" he asked. He laid down and his cock was sticking straight up in the air. It looked more like a flag pole than a penis.

  I gulped. I wasn't going to fuck him now, but I was sure it would only be a matter of seconds before I'd be riding that thick cock if I failed to make him cum before the song ended.

  I got on my knees and sucked him as fast as I could while I pumped his shaft with both hands.

  The change of position had apparently left my ass exposed near the edge of the platform, because it only took a second for one of my dancers to grab me and slide himself into my pussy. He put both hands on my hips and pushed himself deep inside me.

  "Fuck," I moaned, but the noise only made it as far as Python's dick in the back of my throat. Getting fucked again just made me crave more cock. I got into it even more, relentlessly slamming Python into the back of my throat with each thrust behind me.

  The guy behind me was getting close to giving me another orgasm, but just then the platform rotated. His cock slid out of me and a second later another man grabbed my hips. He ran his finger along my pussy and brushed against my clit.

  He only got to fuck me for a second before the next guy spun the wheel so that he could take a turn. Rather than put my hands on my hips, he was smart enough to try to hold onto the wheel to prevent the next guy in line from turning it, but he couldn't hang on for long. I couldn't focus on who was fucking me though. All that mattered was making Python cum.

  "Damn you're good at sucking cock," groaned Python.

  I smiled to myself at the compliment, but there was no time to thank him. When I felt his cock stiffen and pulse a little, I moved one of my hands to massage his balls and give him that little push to make him lose control. Come on, give me that cum.

  I felt the platform spin again. I expected to feel a new cock enter me, but it didn't happen immediately. Instead, a guy grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them wide.

  Great. Just in case the audience hadn't seen enough of me, let's give them a perfect view of my asshole.

  Then I felt the tip of his erection press against my asshole. Whoa!

  I pulled my hips away from him as quickly as possible and spun around.

  "What the hell, dude?" I said.

  He shrugged. "Sorry. I thought you'd like it."

  "Nope. Not taking it in the ass."

  He shrugged. "Okay, okay. Turn back around and I'll fuck you normally."

  As I went to turn back around, the song ended and a new song started playing.

  Fuck.

  "That's a shame," said Python. "You were a few seconds away from making me cum."

  "Want me to keep going?" I gripped his cock hard and licked my lips.

  "Nope. I want you to go over to the judges table."

  "Why?"

  "It's part of the performance, Alina. You do want to win gold, don't you?" He lifted me in his arms and jumped off the platform. He spun us around and then set me on my feet, dancing with me. "Everything is going according to plan. Just follow my lead."

  I was already in so deep. What did anything matter anymore?

  We had to dance through the crowd to get to the judges table. It had been uncomfortable having all these people watch me get fucked when I was on stage, but I hadn't been able to see their faces. Now that they were inches away from me, it really hit me that these were real people watching and cheering for me.

  I couldn't decide if it was horrifying or thrilling. I guess it was both.

  As we got closer to the judges table, my pulse quickened. In just a few seconds, the giant cock on this stranger was going to penetrate me right in front of the judges.

  "What now?" I said to Python when we reached the table.

  He didn't say anything. He just grabbed my hips and started grinding on me in rhythm to the music. His massive erection found its place between my ass cheeks, luckily pointed up towards my back rather than straight into my asshole. While I swayed to the music, his hands wandered up and caressed my breasts. "Just pretend I'm Bryce," he whispered in my ear. With one motion, he ripped both my pasties off. Despite everything the crowd had seen me do, I still felt a moment of panic when I realized my nipples were showing. That was it. Now these people had seen every inch of my body.

  Python let the cameras linger on my naked breasts for a few seconds as he ran his hands down my stomach. His hands stopped just before reaching between my thighs. He slid his hands around my waist and pushed on my back so that I'd bend over the judges table. My eyes locked with the judges'. The Asian frowned and looked away, but the other four judges were all staring right at me.

  The judges weren't what mattered at that moment though. All I could think about was how bending over the table had left me completely exposed to Python. His strong hands spread my cheeks and he moved his cock off my ass, ready to penetrate me.

  I just didn't know which hole he would claim.

  Chapter 46

  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.

  Chapter 47

  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."

  Chapter 48

  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 Pytho
n'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.