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Vivi walked down the line again with a bottle of chocolate syrup, squirting an “X” over each mound of cream.
“And a cherry!” Kendall yelled.
Vivi plopped one maraschino cherry onto each pie.
“Men, hands behind your backs,” Kendall said. “When I blow the whistle, you eat with nothing but your mouths. The first one to lick their pie completely clean is the winner.”
The crowd cheered.
“And…go!” Kendall yelled into the microphone.
Paul’s face dug into his pie with a ferocity I’d never experienced. I lifted my head and watched the master go to work, gulping down the cherry and munching up the chocolate syrup and cream. He hadn’t even touched my pussy yet but seeing him devoted to licking me was a fucking turn on and I felt myself getting wet beneath all my toppings.
I wondered how far he’d take this. Would he actually eat my pussy or simply lick all the stuff off the top and back off?
“To win this,” Kendall said, “You’re gonna have to really get in there. Any white cream showing means you’re not finished, so dive your tongue into her lips, lick that kitty, clean that clit…eat that fucking pie!”
The crowd went nuts.
Paul scooped up the cream with long swoops of his tongue and in no time at all, he’d licked me clean, but he didn’t stop there. With his hands secure behind his back, he licked my asshole, cleaning my toosh and swiping up through my pussy lips.
“Oh shit!” I yelled.
“Told you,” my friend said, “He’s…oh fucking hell!”
Seemed she was enjoying having her pie eaten too.
“Yes!” someone down the line yelled.
Paul licked my inner thighs, cleaning them completely, then went across my bikini line, sliding down to circle my clit, cleaning the white cream out of every crevice and out from between my folds. He sucked my clit to make sure it was as clean as could be. My hands found his head and I couldn’t help pulling his face into my pussy. He was so fucking good.
“Eat those pies!” Kendall yelled.
r /> “Done!” Paul yelled as he backed away from me and stood up with his hands raised.
His cock was huge and solid. Reading this, you must think I’m crazy, that a woman can’t possibly be turned on all the time the way I am but I’m telling you, it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve been fucked in a day, nothing prepares your pussy for seeing naked men with rock hard cocks all around you, especially when one was just eating whipped cream off your snatch. So, yes, I wanted him. But that wasn’t part of the rules. Paul remained the champion of the pie eating contest.
It seemed most of the games we’d passed on the way in had been adapted to live Erotic Mayberry versions which meant some kind of naked debauchery was involved. Remember that game I mentioned earlier with the yellow ducks and the magnetic fishing pole, well you should have seen the E. Mayberry version. I was beyond horny by the time that one got started.
Women volunteers put on vests with strips of metal on the back and had blindfolds tied over their eyes. Then they crawled into the circle of onlookers on all fours, forming the “pool of fish.” Everyone was naked. It looked so degrading but these were volunteers prancing around like pigs in a barn. Men volunteers stepped into the circle and one by one Kendall handed them fishing poles with giant magnets at the end of the line. First up was Dave, my next door neighbor. Vivi stepped out of the crowd and wrapped a black blindfold over his eyes.
“Go fishing, Dave,” Kendall said. “You know what they say…”
The crowd responded, “There are plenty of fish in the sea!”
It was clear they’d played this one before.
Dave walked into the pool with his fishing pole out in front of him. He moved the pole around, swinging his line, until it finally caught on someone’s vest.
“He’s got one on his line!” Kendall announced.
The crowd cheered.
Dave ripped off his blindfold and threw a satisfied victory fist in the air. The woman he’d caught stood up and hugged him. It was a woman I’d never seen before but she was definitely a catch. She had dark black skin and hair with hot pink highlights. Her tits were tiny but her ass with awesome. A tattoo that read “Loyalty” was on the left side of her ribcage.
“Dave and Monique, go find yourselves one of the inflatable mattresses behind the stage,” Kendall said. “Remember though, it’s catch and release. You’ve got twenty minutes to make it magical.”
We watched several rounds of the game and I couldn’t help imagining the couples trotting off to find their air mattress and fuck like animals for only twenty minutes. That was long enough for a quickie. Bastian’s cock was hard in my hand, the blue pill already getting to him.
