Filled!

by Lexi Hots

  A slender, short girl approached the middle. As luck would have it, her partner turned out to be a tall athletic fellow. Someone you’d imagine was packing a large cannon beneath the small speedo attire.

  “Oh boy,” Sienna giggled.

  Paige nudged her shoulder, “Good luck with that one, right!”

  The two girls slung an arm over each other as they looked on. Yet, as the man dropped his speedo and allowed his girth to grow… Sienna’s face contorted with disappointment. Apparently all the height needed to grow tall had to be taken from somewhere else. The short girl managed to deepthroat his member without the slightest hint of trouble.

  “How unfair!” Sienna whined.

  Afterward there came a slew of sexy bimbos and horny harlots… each falling victim to the mighty deepthroat. At least a dozen had been removed from this round alone. The ability is much rarer than once imagined. And difficult!

  “Jesus Christ!” Sienna sighed. “When am I going to be called? I just have to stand here watching these bitches fail at sucking dick. How hard can it be!”

  “Don’t worry, you’ll get a chance, girl.” Paige guffawed. “Now I’m next!”

  And with that Paige charged to the center. She ripped her man’s shorts down without a second of hesitation – revealing quite a contrast scene from the last guy. This one was packing heat! Nevertheless, Paige soldiered on like the slut she was, her eyes wide with desire.

  “You’ve got it!” Sienna encouraged.

  Paige flicked her tongue over the tip of his penis, earning several crowd-pleasing points. The man looked down with a challenging gaze.

  “No girl has ever taken me all in her mouth. You think you’ll be the first?” he chuckled, putting his arms behind his head in a show of defiance.

  Paige held her thumb up with a smile, sliding his cock farther in. It seemed to be smooth sailing. The hefty log began disappearing into her mouth. Her jaw lowered slightly more with each gulp; her lips were lined with spit, making it an easy task. And yet, just when all seemed to be complete… Paige froze stiff. Sienna watched as Paige made a motion, more of a desperate lurch forward, all to no avail. It seemed she had been beaten by this behemoth!

  “C’mon, Paige! Get that thing in you! He’s a shrimpdick! You’ve had tons bigger! Now grab his ass and pull your mouth to his body!” came Sienna’s passionate reassurance.

  With a tear in her eye, and several rolling down her cheek, Paige took hold of the man’s buttocks… and with one great pull, she had succeeded! A tremendous gagging occurred, to be expected, yet her lips were firmly pressed against the man’s body for all to see. The red circle of lipstick outlining his genitals.

  The highly, and deservedly pleased girl leaned back, removing the monster from her mouth. Paige smiled broadly. She looked at the man and said one word, “Bitch.”

  “Now your turn, big boy!” Sienna hollered.

  Too bad there would be no penetration here. She was inordinately curious as to what a dick that size would do to your average pussy. Split it in two! Like being impaled on a construction cone.

  Paige titled back, preparing her clit for the ludicrous teasing. It would be akin to scooping a single grain of rice with baseball bat… not good. She closed her eyes, ready to experience the joy.

  “Stop! Stop!” came the shrill voice from the host. He sprinted across the deck, bringing the entire to show to a dead halt. “Stop! It’s time! Special elimination round! Everyone gather around and listen!”

  “You lucked out, boy.” Sienna spat.

  The remaining participants circled close. Many with fingers pressed to chins in a show of confusion.

  “Look,” he continued in a slightly calmed demeanor. “Over there to your right. See the rock? The tall one. You can’t miss it. Look! It’s shaped like a big penis, for Christ’s sake! Alright good! Everybody see it?”

  “I told you there was a penis-rock!” Paige shivered happily.

  Nods from the contestants.

  “Our ship is going to pass by said large rock. Now move quickly and listen! A shadow will pass over the front of this deck and run all the way across until the ship has sailed out of reach. That is your time limit. When the shadow touches the deck, you begin. When the sunlight returns, you stop. Got it?”

  Though the people understood the time limit restriction, they were not sure what had to be done during it!

  “You will be paired with the person standing in front of you. Boy, girl. Your challenge, and remember this is for elimination, is to get your man hard and stuff any one of your holes!”

  “Does that mean they can—“ asked a dimwitted brunette.

  “Yes, ANY hole of your choosing!”

  “You mean even in the—“

  “Yes! Any! There aren’t any points for being prudish, so do what you wish. The shadow lasts for roughly forty-five seconds. Get ready! It’s coming!”

  The men and women instantly paired off. Nerves were racing and the whiskey flowing. It would be a wonder for most to succeed…

  “No! No touching yet!” the host screamed. “Wait for it… wait for it… and… go! Get it hard and get it in! Forty seconds!”

  Sienna hurriedly bent over in front of her man. She expected his hard cock to penetrate her with a sense of urgency and horniness. Instead… what she actually felt was a limp noodle brushing haphazardly against her wet pussy lips.

  “Oh my god! You impotent drunk son of a bitch!” Sienna shouted, whirling around to see her man barely able to stand, let alone engorge his own cock to shove inside her hole. “I’m not going to be disqualified because you can’t get your peashooter hard for my sexy-ass cunt! Look at this thing!”

  His eyes glazed over a little, yet there was no perceptible change of direction in them. He staggered and swayed about, looking at her juicy lips, most likely wishing he could stuff the girl. Anything to shut her up…

  Bam! And then it occurred to Sienna. A method to remedy this problem and in a hurry! There was perhaps thirty seconds left to the shadow now. She peered around the deck, spotting a few others having difficult. The women desperately sucking or rubbing the penis with hopes of sparking it to life. Paige on the other hand… was being drilled by her powerhouse pole from earlier. She gripped her own ankles, doubled over, taking the humongous meatstick again and again. Shrieks and screams of pleasure. If anything, her sexual sound box would help stimulate the other men.

  Sienna had a different plan in mind. She spun around, aligning her mouth next to the man’s cock… From here she unleashed a torrent of horrid and terrible insults. She questioned his manhood at least a dozen times, slapped his soft stick about as many, and never once relented. Sienna stared the man down, belittling and harping as loud as she could. Over on her right the shadow was fast disappearing – the sunlight approaching swiftly. They were just beyond the half-way point. Something needed to be done quickly!

  The ideas seemed to be evaporating from her head. What else could be said? And then the notion took hold… She gripped his cock with one hand, stroking it sternly.

  “I bet you love watching your old man fuck your little sister, don’t you! You sick fuck!”

  Holy moly! Evidently Sienna had struck the right chord on this perverted sot. For as soon as she said the words ‘fuck your little sister,’ the man’s cock began to grow – inflating like a water balloon in the sink. The more she stroked, the more he expanded.

  Meanwhile, the host made sure to run around checking each couple for proper penetration with an erect penis.

  “5…4…” he was yelling.

  Sienna jerked and jerked! She was almost there! The sunlight crept closer and closer, the shadowing vanishing into oblivion right before her very eyes. And just as the host bent down to inspect her position, she rammed her head forward like peeking out of a window to investigate some loud noise. But by god, she had done it! The deviant cock, fully stiffened, was completely in her mouth. There was no doubt of this. Yet, she felt sick to her stomach… wondering just wha
t kind of disgusting and vile acts this sister-loving freak had committed in his life!

  None of it mattered now, for she had passed the test. The shadow swept across the deck, never to be seen again.

  “Time!” the host blurted.

  A number of defeated sighs filled the air – obviously from those unable to complete their mission. These sorry tipplers sulked off to the side chairs, along with the rest of the losers.

  And then there was Paige… still being stuffed full of the monster cock.

  “I said time! It’s over! Done! Finished!” yet, no matter how much the host beseeched them to stop, they continued on with the erotic railing. Until a final word of his struck a nerve, “If you do not stop, you will be removed!”

  The motion came to an instant pause. Paige kicked back like a donkey, freeing herself from the man. He stumbled backwards, lost his footing near the edge railing, teetered on the bar for a moment or two… and then fell over board. Only a faint splash was heard from their great height.

  “He could probably just point that thing of his up here and hook it on the ropes!” Paige laughed in an uncaring manner.

  The Final Showdown

  There remained a total of four women and three men – the discrepancy coming from the man that was knocked overboard.

  “Well then,” the host mused, rubbing the back of his neck. “The game cannot continue on with an odd number of people. Seeing as how no others are left standing… I will be taking the final spot!”

  His eyes never left Sienna’s large breasts during this statement. Paige gave her a gentle bump, “Yeah… I knew he wanted to slobber on those.”

  Sienna looked the host over. His shirtless chiseled body… “Well, he can do that any time he wants…”

  “Ohhh! Dirty!” Paige giggled.

  Eight contestants formed a circle, watching carefully as the host selected another card from the box. Nobody seemed to question the last round, when a number of the girls were spared the effort of deepthroating a stranger. But alas, when sex is on the brain there is little room for rationale thought. Just the way it should be.

  “I have here in my hand a card of great import for the lady folk among us…”

  “Oh shut up! Get on with it!” Sienna had finally heard his prolonged speeches one too many times. “Do you want to put your cock in me or not?”

  “Ooooh!” the crowd cooed in unison.

  “Yes, as I was saying… the woman’s challenge, still single elimination rules, is: with legs behind your head, have him fuck you missionary.”

  Sienna felt her hips groan uncontrollably. What was this, free sex with hot guys or a burning yoga class?! Sheesh…

  “Tut, tut,” said the host as he sensed some discontent on a few faces among the partygoers. “And for the men… allow her to insert at least three fingers into your rectal cavity… up… to… the second knuckle!” He read this card slowly and brokenly, as if he instantly regretted ever volunteering to join in on the fun.

  “There we have it, boys!” Paige cackled. “Bend over and loosen up!”

  “Maybe you’d better stretch those legs first,” a lad replied. “I’m going to have your meaty thighs bent into a pretzel when my dick is pounding you through the deck.”

  “Trying to get me wet already?” Paige smirked. “And you’d be so lucky to draw me in this challenge. See these bony knuckles? Good luck!”

  A raven-haired girl found herself called to center stage. Her partner was a blond man with a muscled chest and strong arms. Most likely a tight ass to boot.

  “Down you go, love,” he said to the girl.

  She sat on the floor, wasting no time in grabbing both legs before attempting to wrench them up and over her head. This was done with a great struggle. Flexibility wasn’t one of her strong suits, apparently. She too had large boobs, which perhaps made things slightly more difficult. Sienna worried how she herself would fare.

  “Need some help?” the man asked.

  “No touching!” the host intoned.

  And so the people watched on as the girl pulled with all her might. You could see the hip joints and knee sockets straining to a – SNAP! – the poor girl’s legs had reached a breaking point.

  Another wave of “Ooos!” spread across the crowd as the injured woman flailed about in agony, causing quite a racket herself. Although, she had succeeded in placing the legs behind her head, and as such, the man did his best to penetrate the girl. He placed his rod of healing inside the entrance wound… but the damage had been done. Despite passing this particular test, having the dick massage her inner walls, the girl would be unable to progress. She could no longer stand. In order for the man to advance, she was forced to insert her fingers in his anus. This task the woman did swiftly and perhaps too forcefully. As her own throbbing pains caused a jerking of her muscles every few seconds… resulting in a bit more than the second knuckle finding its way into his rear hole.

  Not surprisingly, the man too succumbed to his injuries. It took three men to extract the appendage from him. And roughly a week until he was walking correctly.

  The challengers had been reduced to a total of 6 in number. It was now Sienna’s turn… her legs were nimble and lean, easily capable of being stuck behind her head (and a number of other places). She at long last… was able to experience the stranger’s cock inside her pussy. The sloppy drunkard pushed in feebly, fell in so to speak as he toppled forward. But the man was in. And he did slide the length of his shaft to the further points of her aching cunt.

  Here Sienna waited for the moment when it would feel good, when it would feel dirty. She felt his stomach and thighs banging against her ass, yet no forceful sensation within her pussy. And that is precisely when Paige shouted bloody murder.

  “He’s gone soft! He’s soft! That’s an automatic removal!”

  “The lady is right!” shouted the host as he stooped down, giving the soft cock a disgusted flick with his toe. “The man has gone soft! Removal!”

  This is how the men were reduced to two.

  Paige passed her task without a challenge. And boy did she love that position. Years ago it had been revealed to Sienna that this happened to be a favorite of Paige’s. The depth she could experience was awe-inspiring. She enjoyed leaning back on her shoulders, pointing the ass toward the ceiling for an ever farther penetration. The man was forced to stand in a horse stance position, his cock pointing nearly straight down, driving in and out of her sloppy slit.

  Next came the fingering… and boy, Paige wasn’t lying about those bony knuckles. The man, yes, did survive the ordeal and advanced to the next stage (though he remained scarred for life, never able to view his granny in the same light again). Here the game now turned to the final girl. Some redheaded pale lass. The host assisted her into the required position (supposedly a breach of conduct when others violated the touching rule, yet not here). She then begged for not only his cock, but his cum. And so the host pile-drove her into the floor boards. Rammed the ginger into an erotica reader’s submissive fantasy… Her lower back was aching from the pain, yet she squealed for more. He latched onto her thighs, pushing the legs farther behind her neck. And when it was time to quit… the woman found herself unable to move. She had become stuck! The leg muscles seized up from the extreme angle (and possible orgasm). It would have to be, yes…

  “Removal!” he cheered!

  Now it fell to four. Paige, Sienna, the host, and some random muscular man with sleepy eyes.

  The host began digging in his box for one of the last remaining cards. But it would have to wait, as Paige came forward with a heartfelt sermon.

  “Sienna, I’ve loved seeing you come out of your shell today. You’ve sucked, fucked, and whatever else – all while having your long-term boyfriend back at home. I know it must have been hard for you, but I’m super proud! And because of that…”

  Paige performed one of the host’s dramatic pauses to good effect.

  “I am leaving the contest so that you may have a b
etter chance of winning. Enjoy the boys for me! Wooo! I’ll be watching!”

  “Paige, no! You can’t be serious!” screamed Sienna.

  “Let her go,” commented the host, as he extended a hand to hold the big boobed girl back. “It’s time for the final round. We three will enter a sudden death challenge.”

  “What is it?” Sienna asked.

  The host quickly extracted a card from his box and read aloud, “The challenge will be a… a… spit roast! Yes, that’s it! A spit roast! One man on each side of this woman. The contestants must be fucking or sucking until all but one has cum. The winner will be the person who refrains from orgasming until the others have ejaculated.”