Part 3 -- The competition
The next morning, while Sam slept, Jenna went for her morning run. A crowd of men watched the beautiful buxom woman with the athletic body jog naked along the beach her ponytail bouncing from one shoulder blade to the other.
After lunch, she went to Jason's office as requested. The pale green transparent coverup barely hid her tanned naked body. He wore beige slacks and a white shirt.
"How's your husband?" he asked.
"Much better, thank you. The doctor prescribed some medicine that Winston was kind enough to get from the pharmacy in town. It seems to be working. The doctor said he should be better by the time we're to leave the resort."
"Not much of a holiday for him, but I'm pleased to see that you've been enjoying the resort."
Did he know about the torrid sex she'd had in the hot tub last night?
"I hate to mention this, but the cost of the doctor's visit and the medicine are quite expensive in Jamaica. I assume you have traveller's medical insurance."
"No," she said.
"Well then, we'll just run this through on your charge card."
"We maxed our cards paying for this holiday."
"Oh, that is a problem," he said.
Jenna began to fidget.
"Any suggestions how you can pay your debt?" he asked.
They sat in silence. A gentle breeze drifted through the open windows.
"Isn't there something..." Her voice tailed off.
The silence lingered. Jason looked at her with a smug smile. Jenna squirmed in her chair.
"Because I like you and your husband, I'll have the resort pay your medical bills."
Jenna thought about that. Why was he being so generous?
"What do I have to do in return?"
"Participate in this evening's entertainment?"
"I'm the entertainment?"
"In a sense, yes. You and two other women will engage in a competition for the pleasure and amusement of our other guests."
He explained what he wanted Jenna to do. Her initial reaction was to say no, but then how would she pay Sam's medical bills.
"I guess I don't really have an option," she said. "I'll do it."
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That evening, after dinner, Jenna exited the dinning hall with Jason and two other women. Brandi, a statuesque African American beauty, and Luci, a petite Asian-looking woman. The sun had set. A full moon shone in a cloudless sky. Nightingales sang their evening song. The air was full of the aroma of exotic flowers.
They circled the pool. The area was deserted.
"Everyone's at the beach," he said. "That's where the race will take place. Easier on your knees."
Lantern lights on bamboo poles cast a warm glow along the beach. The spectators -- more women than men -- sat on the sand or stood, many holding drinks. Waves gently washed onto the shore. Calypso music played in the background. There was a festive air. Everyone cheered when Jason and the three women stepped onto the beach.
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the race," Jason said. "Our three contestants are Luci, Brandi, and Jenna."
Each woman stepped forward when he announced her name. Each was warmly greeted by the crowd with applause and shouts of approval.
"We selected the first twenty-one men who volunteered," he said. "They were randomly spilt into three teams: hearts, diamonds, and clubs. Each of the women drew a card. Luci's team is hearts, Jenna's is clubs, and Brandi's is diamonds."
Three groups of seven men stood naked near pennants that had either a heart, a diamond, or a club symbol. The men ranged in ages from early twenties to late fifties. Caucasians, Latinos, blacks, Asians. None had been told the names of the three female competitors. The women only knew that the men were all guests at the resort.
"The grounds rules are quite simple," Jason said. "The first woman to give a successful blowjob to any five of the men on her team wins the race."
Cheers and applause from the crowd.
"There are two extra men on each team, in case some guy is slow in ejaculating."
The crowd hooted and jeered at that comment.
"If that's the case, she can leave him, and move to another guy on her team."
More applause.
"Two other things," he said. "You guys cannot stroke your cocks in advance of the ladies giving you a blowjob. And ladies, you have to open your mouths to show me that he's actually cum. No cheating."
That was greeted with laughter.
"Ladies, are you ready?"
They nodded their approval.
"Get set. Go."
Jenna undid her ponytail and shook her head. Her red hair splayed out onto her shoulders. She slipped off her sheer mesh maxi dress. She was now as naked as the men on her team.
Walking down to the beach she'd plotted out her strategy. She'd first blow the guys who looked ready to explode. Unfortunately, there was only one of them. A seven-inch throbbing cock.
Five of her team members looked like they'd need varying amounts of hand and mouth encouragement.
The seventh man on her team was Grant, the guy she'd met in the pool on the first day at the resort. The one with the Oakland Raiders baseball cap whose dick looked tiny. Because of the water? She looked again. It wasn't an optical illusion; his dick was only a few inches long. He's not in the running she thought.
With her index finger, she beckoned to the man with a seven-inch cock standing at attention.
He almost ran to her as she dropped to her knees.
She gobbled his cock in one breath, while her fingers massaged his balls. She could feel him expanding and thickened in her mouth. Not as thick nor as long as her husband's, but good nevertheless. She tilted her head to look into his eyes as she sucked his shaft and massaged his balls.
"Oh yeah, baby," he said. "You're great."
