Meanwhile, number 9 was at work on my own itchy shitter. She had a rhythm going: kiss, lick, bite. Those bites were something: tiny little love bites on my rim, very short yet fairly painful. I took it like a man.
"Okay, time to rotate!"
I caught 7's eye as he turned around towards me. He clearly wanted more rimming, but I guess he would have to make do with rimming me.
Then I found 9 staring at me with a taunting facial expression as she held her right buttcheek away from her anus. Her pregnant belly almost touched the floor, and her labia, like her asshole, were swollen and purple. She whispered "Let's see what you got, newbie." Then the emcee shouted "Begin!"
I forgot all about 7, I am sad to say, although I am sure he was busy back there. I grasped 9 by her enormous belly, placed my tongue at her poop chute's entrance, and roughly assfucked her back and forth on my tongue. I was determined to get my tongue all the way up into her colon, and if the way she pushed her ass down on my tongue is any guide, she shared that goal.
I tongue-fucked her shitter for what felt like forever, conscious only of her asshole and a warm moist sensation in my own. But I am sure it was only a few minutes before the emcee shouted "Time's up! And well done. Number three, you have a dingleberry on your face; it looks very cute, and 30 bonus points for you. Please stand up and stay standing, because in a moment we are going to begin what we hilariously call our first 'elimination' round."
I stood up and turned to make eye contact with 9. She was breathing hard. As I watched, she took her fingers away from her clit just long enough to throw aside her shirt, leaving herself totally naked. The veins in her swollen tits stood out clearly, and her nipples were rock-hard. Again she took a hand away from its task of masturbating herself, long enough to flip me a bird. Nice to know she considered me a worthy adversary.
Part 5
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The emcee got everyone's attention again and continued. "Two quick things before we begin our elimination round. First of all, I want to compliment our contestants for jacking off so much. You've all been wanking like monkeys almost since you got up on stage, and it blows my mind that, as far as I can tell, not one of you has cum yet. Especially you boys! I was sure that by now at least one of you would have shot a huge load of thick, sticky white cum for us."
Suddenly there was this stifled moan/grunt. One of the contestants stumbled forward to the edge of the stage--I saw from the writing on his ass that he was number 3--and held his cock out while it shot ropes of semen, over and over again, out into the audience and presumably all over the people at the table directly in front of him. He shot at least 10 blasts, and I was sure I could smell the cum from across the room.
The emcee laughed, "Ha ha, looks like I pushed you over the edge, number 3. Was it all that talk about cum?"
He looked a little sheepish. "Well, yeah."
"Hmm, so you like cum. We will remember that for subsequent rounds. Okay! On to my other housekeeping item. We've been up on stage for some time now, so, contestants, does any of you need to piss? I KNOW you do, number 9."
She said, "Well, yeah. You try walking around with something wiggling on top of your bladder all day." That got another laugh.
And 3 spoke up too. "Hey, I think my boner was holding back my piss. Now that I just squirted, I need to go too."
The emcee said, "Okay! Which table wants 9? Now, dammit, you can't all have her. All right, the table at the far left. And 3, you get the table where they're all waving their wine glasses. I can't imagine what they have in mind."
Contestants 3 and 9 made their way off the stage, and the house lights came up, so I could see the audience clearly for the first time. I don't think I've ever seen that many people partially undressed and masturbating or fucking at once. Number 3 came up to his table, with two men and two women, each with a hand in their neighbors' laps. He flopped his big soft cock into each wineglass in turn, and filled each to overflowing with warm yellow piss. They drank greedily. One of the women poured her wineglass onto one of the cocks she'd been holding and then sucked it aggressively.
Meanwhile, number 9 was being helped onto her table by the people sitting around it. She squatted slightly, spread her legs, and slowly revolved while she hosed down all the people around the table. Using a finger, she played with her strong flow of piss so that it sprayed and splattered everywhere.
There was a round of applause from those few people in the audience who had a free hand. The two pissers came back onto the stage, and, as 9 came back to her seat next to me, she reached over with the finger she'd pissed on and wiped fresh piss onto my upper lip.
Without a second's hesitation, I stuck a finger up my own ass and quickly wiped it on her upper lip. Since my rectum was so clean, it wasn't a very good dirty Sanchez, but it would have to do. She and I glared at each other. I could tell she was very angry and also very aroused. I was too.
"Ah-ha!" said the emcee. "It looks like 8 and 9 are developing a relationship. If they are lucky, they will get to have a nice hatefuck before we are done. But now, elimination time! Get those mops and buckets ready."
Part 6
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"And now," said the emcee, rolling her wheelchair up to the edge of the stage, "it's the moment we've been waiting for: the elimination round! Don't worry, contestants, there won't be any elimination of the brown kind involved, unless you haven't cleaned yourselves properly. I mean that we are going to eliminate some contestants from the competition, and send them home with lovely parting gifts."
That gave me a start. I had been so focused on wanting to fuck the girl next to me that I had totally forgotten about winning the $50,000. Time to get serious! Although, yes, I still hoped I got to ream the shit out of her.
"All right! Now, before we begin, how many contestants do we need to eliminate?" She shaded her eyes to peer out into the auditorium. "Hmm, let's see, about four? Or maybe fewer if, well, if you-know-why? Okay, let's go for about five. Five it is! Now, contestants, here's what I want to know: are your assholes still nice and open?"
She leaned over to number 5, standing just by her. He was a very tall, very thin guy, with an extremely long, thick, semi-hard cock that curved out in front of him like the faucet in a laundry sink. "How about you? Spread 'em. Ooookay, that looks pretty good. A definite gape, but maybe not enough to win. We will see."
The emcee rolled back over to the side of the stage, where a podium stood. She said, "Now contestants, remember those dildos in the chairs you sat on? Yes, you do remember them. I think number 8 remembers them especially fondly." Next to me, number 7 turned to me with a grin and gave my asshole a friendly fingering. I squatted a little to let him get in deeper and grunted appreciatively.
"What I didn't tell you about those dildos, my friends, is that they are..." She reached into the podium and held up a small metal box with a red button mounted on its surface. She finished her sentence triumphantly: "...inflatable!" Then she pressed the button. From behind the stage there came a hiss/thump sound of hydraulic equipment working, and suddenly all the dildos became, in unison, just a little thicker!
"So, team, now we are going to play musical chairs. Pull your chairs around into a circle, and make sure not to trip over the airhoses. While the music is playing, and you're walking around the ring of chairs, you are going to want to stretch your assholes. Do it however you want, as long as the people in the audience can see the penetration.
"When the music stops, you have three seconds to get the nearest dildo fully into your shitter. Anybody who can't get it in is eliminated. Then I press the button again, just like this--" Again the hiss of the hydraulic equipment, and again the dildos got thicker. "--and we do it again! Any questions?"
Number 1 had a question. She was a woman in her early 40s with long brown hair, enormous saggy tits, and a plump ass. She asked, "Is there going to be one less chair than people, like in regular musical chairs?"
"Ha ha, no. The only reason we are making y
ou walk around in circles is so that you'll all have to take the same dirty dildos up your asses. We want your anal secretions to get well mixed. Also, we like the way cocks and tits bounce when you walk, especially your big fat ones, honey. Any other questions? No? Okay, lube up your dildos, and get ready to begin!"
Everybody quickly slathered lube on their dildos and then their own assholes. I put a dollop of lube on my fingers and reached out to 7 next to me. "Hey, good luck," I said with a smile. I meant to smear it on his asshole for him, but my hand wound up connecting with his extremely erect penis. I gave him a quick stroke or two, just to be amusing, but apparently he had been right on the edge! He immediately started spraying cum. Still holding his cock, I turned around and pointed it at my asscrack, so that his thick semen helped to coat and soothe my anus.
Then the music started. Amusingly enough, the song was "Fat Bottomed Girls." I fingered my cummy shitter as I walked in a circle with everyone else. At the first chorus, the music stopped, and people hurried to force the nearest dildo into their bowels. Damn, it was big! I felt as if I was shoving a butternut squash into myself. The audience counted off the seconds in unison: "One! Two! Three!" Just before they said "Three!" I felt my anus relax a little and the massive girth of the dildo slid into my turdhole. Whew!
I looked around me, and saw that my friend 7 and my frenemy 9 had successfully impaled themselves, but three male contestants were still struggling to bugger themselves. The emcee said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, 3, 5, and 6. Although you're out of the running, we do have a further activity for you; meanwhile, please come stand by the podium with me while we finish the elimination process. Up off the dildos!" I stood up slowly; I could feel cool air entering my gaping asshole when the dildo popped out. I was sorry to see 5 go. His dick was so long that it would have probably turned the corner from my rectum to my colon.
"Another round! Number 5, would you do the honors?" With a good-sport facial expression, he leaned over and pressed the red button. Now the dildos really did look like butternut squashes. The emcee shouted, "On your mark, ready, WHOAA! Hey! You're busted!"
I followed the emcee's pointing finger to number 1, from whose cunt a strong stream of piss continued to flow right onto the dildo in her chair. Now that was brazen! She was trying to rinse off its lube with piss. I don't think I have ever seen that tactic on "Survivor."
"Well, number 1, because you got caught, you are eliminated too. And that means we are done with the elimination round, even though we don't have five people yet! If you gentlemen will make your way to the cushioned rail at the back of the auditorium and bend over it, some of our fattest-cocked members are waiting to use your gaping rectal pussies for their pleasure. And number 1, we have a chaise lounge just for you. Ted and Charlie enjoy rubbing their cocks together, and they are really going to love rubbing them together through the wall between your pussy and your ass."
Part 7
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"Attention contestants! Even though almost half of you have already been eliminated from the Flexi-Butt Championship, we haven't actually made you flex your butts that much. Sure, you've had big dildos up your asses, and also each other's tongues, but we haven't really rolled out the really menacing shit for your shitters yet. Well, not to worry. To help us really challenge your sphincters, we brought in a special guest, who knows a thing or two about the subject. But first, don't forget to keep stretching and to keep applying lube! Partners, help each other out. We don't want anybody getting hurt in ways we can't jack off to."
I turned to dear sweet number 9 next to me, who had all the fingers of one hand up her ass. "That doesn't look all that effective. Why don't I help you stretch with this?" With that I rubbed my rigid cock against her pregnant belly. My bright-red tool glistened with a mixture of lube and the precum it had been steadily exuding for the last few hours.
As I expected, she said "No thank you, now fuck off," so I turned away, leaving a stain of lube and sperm on top of her unborn child. I turned to number 7, who seemed a little more interested. He was already bending over with his cheeks spread wide. I pushed my cock into his poop chute; his anus was so relaxed that I only felt his rectal walls caressing my shaft. I grabbed him by the hips and gave him a pump or two, trying to force my cock in as deep as possible. At the deepest part of his ass, I felt the rock-hard head of a new turd on its way down. So I bent him over even harder and fucked the turd back in as best I could. Then I pulled out and presented my own dripping asshole to him for service.
Then the emcee declared "All right, our guest is here! Contestants, get out of each other's asses and help me welcome..." But she didn't get to finish the guest's name, because the people in the audience had pried their hands away from each other's crotches to clap and cheer as wildly as they had for number 9 at the beginning. A very mild-mannered-looking guy walked up to the stage. He had sandy hair and looked about 40 or so; other than the fact that he was wearing a kilt, he looked like some guy you knew from the bowling alley. Obviously the people in the audience knew who he was very well, though.
And contestant number 2 apparently did too! He jumped down off the stage and ran for the exit. The emcee called after him, "Wait, don't forget your pants!" But he was gone, to laughter and more applause.
Once order was restored, the emcee turned to the guest in the kilt and continued, "Well, I think many of our contestants don't recognize you yet. Would you give us all 'the big reveal'?" To hoots from the audience, he turned around and lifted his kilt to reveal an extremely relaxed anus on top of two extremely pendulous balls. Then, as we watched, he reached back with his hands and tugged apart the wide lips of his anus, revealing a gape the size of a dinner plate! It was the Goatse Guy!
I still remember that Saturday morning from childhood when my sister tried to play a trick on me. We were sitting out on our front porch, and she had our mom's laptop on her lap. She said to me, "Hey, look at this skateboard!" and turned the screen to me. Of course, she had gone to "goatse.cx". Back in those days people loved to shock their friends by showing them this picture of an incredibly spread asshole, and that was the kind of reaction she was expecting from me. Instead, I pulled down my basketball shorts to my ankles and started jacking my instantly-rigid cock. My sister seemed as surprised by that response as she'd been expecting me to be by the picture. Eventually, Mom had to come out of the house and tell us to stop feeling each other's private parts where the neighbors could see.
And here he was in the flesh! Wow! I had to take my hand away from my cock for fear I would cum instantly.
The emcee said, "I have here our famous guest's bag of tricks!" She held aloft a large leather overnight bag; as she turned it in midair, various rattling, clanking, and knocking sounds came out. The guest of honor took it and disappeared briefly behind the curtains. He then re-emerged, walking a little stiffly. "For each round, he'll shove a few objects into his ass, and each of you in turn is going to reach under his kilt, receive something out of his ass, and shove it up your own. Extra points for feeling him up under the kilt. Hey, 4, you're first!"
With a start, I realized that 4 was the only remaining contestant outside our little three-way love nest. She looked barely eighteen and had a shaved head, a back and an arm full of tattoos, and a row of heavily clanking silver rings on her labia. I was guessing our guest was not going to get a very good feel-up from her, or anything else. Instead, she knelt behind him, with her face inches from his ass and motioned from him to spread his cheeks. He shat out a large kitchen whisk tool onto her waiting tongue. She took it in her hand and, holding it aside, licked the entire exposed pink surface of his inner rectum. Then, still kneeling, she popped the whisk into her own. What a contender!
From then on, it was a haze of enormous objects popping out of his obscenely pussy-like, noisily farting ass. He served two croquet balls to 7, a salt-shaker and a pepper-shaker to me, and a tacky ceramic figurine of a duck to 9. We each received these objects, kissed the gaping orifice that gave birth to them,
and wedged them up into ourselves. The audience made us turn around to shit each item out. On the next round, as I was struggling to push a 1990s-era cellphone back out of my ass, the guy from the table right in front of me (the one who had showed me his girlfriend's boob) came up and ejaculated onto my face. Good to know somebody was having fun... this was work!
Eventually 4 and 7 could not get their objects into their asses and were gently escorted from the stage to be ass-raped on the back rail. It was just me and my sweetie! My cock twitched as I tried to engulf a large firm grapefruit, thinking about how her orifice would stretch as she soon gave birth. But I couldn't get it in! If 9 could get her next object inside, she'd win!
The Goatse Guy held his kilt high, exposing his rigid cock, as he dispensed the biggest buttplug I had ever seen. It looked like a miniature traffic cone, with a rim at least six inches thick. As the audience chanted "Harder! Harder!" 9 slowly forced it into her bowel, grunting and gasping with her ass held high in the air. She involuntarily emitted a splatter of urine onto the stage, which glittered as it caught the lights.
At last she had almost the whole buttplug in... but not quite! There seemed to be a dry, lube-less spot just at its rim, and her abused, inflamed sphincter was clinging to it. The pandemonium from the audience was deafening. She turned her head to me and formed her lips into a word. I thought, "Damn, trash talk at a time like this?"
But instead, the word she formed with her lips, her eyes fixed on me and welling with tears, was "Help?"
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