Part 2: The Competition Moves Indoors
Everyone entered the mansion for the next event, riding the saddle.
In the middle of the ballroom on two low daises were straddle-style vibrators. Each oblong machine was about 25 by 33 by 30 centimetres and had a single phallic-shaped dildo similar to the one on the bouncy balls except this was shorter, thicker, and had twirl and buzz features. The dildo was 11 centimeters long and 11 centimeters in circumference. At its highest setting the machine could crank out 7,000 vibrations a minute.
"To make this fair, each contestant gets the same treatment," the announcer said. "We'll begin for 15 seconds at buzzer level 2, then 30 seconds at level 5, another 30 seconds with the twirl feature added, then we move it to level 10. Whoever lasts the longest wins."
He paused and smiled at the audience.
"There's a daunting level 11 but we don't want to inflect seismic damage to anyone's genitals."
There was laughter.
"Because we have only two machines," the announcer said, "we drew names at random. The first two competitors are Leanne and Hailey."
They lubed their dildos and climbed on board.
The controls were on the announcer's phone. It worked both machines simultaneously. He turned on the machines to level 2 and both women squealed in delight.
As the intensity increased, so too did their shouts of pleasure.
After five minutes Hailey screamed that she couldn't take any more. Leanne lasted almost three more minutes before she begged for the machine to be turned off.
The machines were cleaned and re-lubed.
"Next we have Cyndi and Ming," he announced.
They climbed on.
Ming had her first orgasm after two minutes, and four more until she passed out and toppled off the machine at the 7:19 mark.
At that point Cyndi was bathed in sweat. Her body shook like a rag doll. A minute later her mouth hung open, her eyes closed, and deep guttural sounds emerged. Pleasure? Pain? Exhaustion?
At the ten-minute mark, the announcer shut off the machine.
"I've never seen anyone go beyond eight minutes," he said.
There was smug smile of satisfaction on Cyndi's face as she slid off the machine.
Edwin nodded in approval.
Once again, the machines were cleaned and re-lubed. The final two competitors, Jenna and Nadia, eased themselves onto the artificial cocks.
When the machine was activated, it almost threw Jenna onto to the floor, the sexual sensation was so intense.
At forty-five seconds the twirling rotation began, and it felt like her pussy was being stretched to its breaking point. She screamed. In erotic pleasure or pain?
At its top level, she thought that demons were attacking her vulva and clitoris.
Nadia collapsed crying "No more" at the 6:18 mark.
Unlike a man's penis that eventually becomes flaccid this silicone dildo never wilted. It continued to send erotic pleasure to every pore of her body.
She channelled her yoga routines. Deep breathes. Anything to survive the extremely vigorous stimulation. She'd lost count of how many orgasms she'd had.
Her vision was unfocused. She didn't know if she was in heaven or hell.
She couldn't take anymore. She was about to call 'uncle' when the machine stopped suddenly.
"I can't believe it," the announcer said. "Another ten-minute rider. Let's hear it for Anna."
Jenna -- known as Anna Swan to everyone at the completion -- received a warm round of applause.
"We'll take a short break before the final event."
Jason helped Jenna off the sex machine and gently laid her down on a nearby sofa where she passed out.
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Fifteen minutes later she awoke remembering everything.
She'd accomplished the first part of her plan, using Jason Kim so that she could meet Edwin Thompson in a non-business environment. Now she had to get Edwin alone so she could make her fictitious investment sales pitch to him.
"Ready?" Jason asked. He was naked. "You and Cyndi are tied for first place. This event with determine who wins the Libido Cup."
She looked around the ballroom. It'd been rearranged. The two saddle dildo machines had been replaced with six high back leather armchairs organized in a circle, each facing outward.
"Blowjob musical chairs is our final event," the announcer said.
The crowd cheered.
"The rules are simple," he said. "The men will sit on the chairs and the women will kneel on the pads in front of them. When the music begins, the women start sucking. When the music stops, each woman will move to her right and sucks that guy's cock. When a guy ejaculates, he and his female partner must leave. The last man who comes wins."
Jenna knelt before Jason who sat regally, his thick dick lay on his thigh. To her left was Cyndi and Edwin's 26-centimetre cock. At her right was Ming and her partner's enormous uncircumcised penis.
"We'll begin by having each woman move to her right," the announcer said. "No point in starting with your partner."
Jenna was now before a massive black cock as thick as her wrist.
"Ready, set." The announcer turned on the music. 'Head' by Prince.
The crowd shouted encouragement.
Jenna began by licking this stranger's oversized balls and then she engulfed his enormous sack into her mouth. His scrotum tightened as she sucked. After a ninety second t-bag he was ready to explode. She was about to deep-throat him when the music stopped.
"Move to the guy on your right," they were ordered.
This penis was half the size of the previous one. She took it completely into her mouth and then part way down her throat.
