Kerri’s Ultimate Blowjob Challenge

The girls looked nervously at each other.

I repeated: “When you have swallowed both loads and shown the judges, you will quickly change into dress pants and be led to me. The first girl there will blow me… for $50,000.”

“What about the rest of us?” Sarah asked.

“Each one of you may blow me for fun if you wish to!” I said firmly and without the hint of a smile. 

“Finally,” I continued… “At each station each of you will be surrounded by cameramen. You will do as instructed. Remember, Ladies, that this is a T.V. show and you are the attractions. Look into the camera when instructed. Deep throat and hold when instructed.”

I paused.

“You also each will have a coach helping you at each station. He will guide you if he feels you need it. Listen to him too.”

I paused again.

“Any questions before we have you change into your shorts?”

There were none.

“Good. We will all meet at the starting line in twenty minutes.”

I could tell that all the girls had freshened up their make-up before coming to the starting line, but especially Kerri. She wore just enough rouge and eyeliner to make her look great, and that same hot pink lipstick that had set my cock on edge during her interview. And her running shorts were very flattering. When she bent over to tie her shoes, which she clearly did for me AND the camera, I thought I could see her wearing hot, dark pink satin panties. One cameraman’s job specifically was to film those gorgeous asses, at the start and through every stage of the race… his smile remained ear to ear.

But as sexy as Kerri looked in her tight light blue sleeveless top and orange shorts with white trim, she is no runner. She was dead last when she arrived at the first station. Sarah already had swallowed two loads and was nearly finishing a third with Rachel right behind her. Kerri dutifully kneeled and started pumping feverishly, working all three cocks together. Cameras and video cams swarmed around every girl, catching them all from every angle, near and far. And when we said “Look into the camera,” they obeyed but kept pumping. Kerri thought her three guys were hunks (in fact ALL the guys seemed to be hunks), and didn’t mind at all having herself broadcast around the world blowing these guys.

The first dilemma arose when one of Krystyn’s three had to piss before she was finished with him.

I repeated to her what I had told the group: “You WILL swallow EVERYTHING and ANYTHING that comes out a cock that you are attending. Anything that is excess will be collected in a beaker and you must drink it before you move on.”

Poor Krystyn hesitated, but then lunged forward to take the soft cock in her mouth.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she squealed as a huge bladder full of hot piss flooded her mouth and streamed down her throat. Panicked that the delay had put her behind, she started pumping the cock in her mouth even before the stream of piss had fully stopped.

Also there at Station #1, eight other girls had their mouths converted to urinals on reality T.V., all but the two front-runners, Sarah and Rachel, and Jolene who was in the middle of the pack. Brenda and Leslie drank piss from two of their men. And poor Claudia had to drink piss from all three of hers, one right after the other; but she did so calmly and without complaint. She was breathless from having had to swallow continuously for almost three minutes, but smiling and joking about it. 

“Anybody else?” she playfully asked the crowd of cameramen around her.

Kerri was lucky. Her pisser pissed hard and fast, his urine gagging her with ferocity as it hit her throat… but only lasting about thirty seconds, so that she could continue trying to catch up. When she stood up from her knees, she was in eleventh place, and Sarah and Rachel were almost ¾ way across the lake. But Kerri felt she could make time on the swim. She stripped off her shoes, shirt and shorts and, after posing for a couple of quick photos, jumped into the lake. I had been right: she WAS wearing dark pink satin panties and a cute white bra.

As weak a runner she was… Kerri was that good a swimmer. She passed Mary and Jolene and was in ninth place when she dropped to her knees underwater at Station #2. Sarah was long gone, but Rachel really had trouble with the underwater blowjob thing and was very frustrated. She was cautioned twice about using her hands.

“Mouth only, please,” she was told. Finally she said: “I can’t do this,” and left the water. She sat on the grass in her soaked panties and bra and dolefully dried her hair while watching the others.

The water was clear and clean and Kerri was accustomed to swimming and breathing under water, so that she was able to keep her eyes open as she sucked her guy. She also could hold her breath longer than many of the others, so that she only had to surface about eight times before, finally, he shot his load. She quickly toweled off her hair and body, pulled on her runners again and jumped onto her bicycle to start the third leg of the race. She now was in sixth place, behind Sarah, Brenda, Claudia, Krystyn and Leslie.

Only one guy had had to pee under water. As luck would have it, it was Claudia’s guy.

For Kerri, the ride into town felt good. The wind was cool but not unpleasant and it felt very sexy to ride into town in panties and bra. Lots of people were on the sidewalks watching now, drawn there when they first saw Sarah, and staying there when girl after girl followed her.

But, like running, bicycling was not Kerri’s best event. She stood up on the peddles and pushed as hard and fast as she could, but lost sight of Leslie, the girl ahead of her. When she arrived at town hall, she saw all five girls ahead of her still on their knees. Each girl kneeled at the feet of two guys. But, unlike the prior two stations, these guys WERE NOT life guard types. Each girl had one guy SO FAT that his cock was hard to find… poor Krystyn had her face pushed so far into her guy’s roll of body fat trying desperately just to REACH his cock, that her face was hidden. And each girl had a second guy at least eighty years old. Kerri’s was in a wheelchair.

Like all the others, Kerri lost her face in rolls of fat trying to find her fat man’s cock to suck. And it took major effort to stay there. She decided it would be best to suck one at a time at this station.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm,” she mumbled, frantically trying to force her head to and fro along a barely reachable cock and trying even more desperately to breathe. It took more than ten minutes to hit pay dirt. She was so thankful and relieved when her mouth filled up with cum.

She kneeled upright and turned to her senile senior, thankful to see that he was able to stand, albeit shakily. But then she saw that her coach was holding a plastic container half filled with piss. A tube extended from the bottom of the container, and it was clamped.

“This is for you,” he said.

Kerri looked around to see one of my henchmen emptying a similar container down poor Krystyn’s throat. Then Kerri dutifully opened her mouth to let her coach insert the tube and remove the clamp. She swallowed as quickly as she could. This was getting more and more gross. Kerri now guessed that was why it was all worth a reality show.