I just nodded dumbly Is the earth round? The Vicar and the church choir arrived early and grabbed the seats closest to the action and I was wondering where the sports guys were and of course, they weren't going to sit around until they'd finished with their choice of entertainment. Well I was wrong there. Closer to the start, a whole load of blokes turned up showing how excited they were and waiting to be called. Gradually they filled up the chairs and sipped champagne. Perhaps I should have published a programme and sold popcorn.
Cherry (what a pair of knockers. Whoops, sorry) had things under control, the lights were on, focussed on the tarpaulin, the local band were practicing "Hotel California" and there was a hum of expectation and good natured banter from the audience and the upcoming participants. I think I was wise; it would have been a bit rough just with a tarpaulin so I had scattered a few large cushions around the "arena" so they could be comfortable and something to bite on if they encountered a particularly large cock.
I realised at this stage I was going to miss out again. It's one thing to score on one body, but trying to keep the count going on three required more than a cosmetic magic marker. I needed a clipboard and a video camera. Which we had. At dead on 2.00pm, the band struck up with "You Came" a 1988 Kim Wilde number, which showed they had been thinking about the event. So we were away.
Desmond from the Gym and basketball club arrived first. He's already done Susan and Marjorie, so he chose Doris for his sixteen inches. You should have seen her grin! The other two were soon accommodated by two very large blokes from one of the rugby codes, (I forget which, I'm a cricket person myself) and I was soon busy with my magic markers, video camera and clipboard. It seemed at this stage, doggy was the most popular and as the proceedings went on, more and more marks and diagonal slashes were being marked on the girl's sensational asses. At three o'clock, I had scored Marjorie 15, Susan 12 and surprisingly, the find of the event, Doris with 18.
Because we had invited the church I was also armed with a green magic marker for the excited sopranos and upcoming baritones who were enthusiastically casting aside their cassocks and queuing in line to unload with the big guys. The Vicar had an amazingly big cock and later the girls said that they'd all had him at least once.
The champagne was going down a treat, the smoked salmon had run out early but the exclusive selection of cheeses and biscuits was hanging in there. The place was blinded by mobile phone flashes every time one of the guys came into one of the girls. There were noisy orgasms from the girls, which was also quite frequent.
"My God," I thought as I watched Cherry in her little G-String rushing around, recording the event, watched carefully by the band members. I clapped my hands and managed to make myself heard.
"My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm declaring an interval so the girls can recover. For the sporting guys, call it half time and suck on an orange or something. You've been sucking on pussy for a while so it's time for a break. There's still plenty of grog, guys."
It was now 3.30pm. Marjorie had been penetrated by 19 blokes, Susan, showing signs of fatigue was 15 and Doris, that old trouper was up to 23. I was watching while Susan retired from the field and Cherry took her place enthusiastically and motivated to the band into "I Can't Get No Satisfaction." I can't remember whose song that was.
Susan was turning into a trouper too. Despite her thighs and legs (and face) were swamped with cum, she took over the recording with equanimity. "I really must fuck her later," I thought. I blew second half and the boys "went over the top" as their grandfathers had done over a hundred years ago. But with significantly more enthusiasm.
The second half, like any match was a battle and by the time I blew the whistle for full time, the cheese had run out and almost all of the champagne. The band were finishing up with Ian Drury's "Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll" and the remnants of the choir were making a terrific job of a rendition a la "Tocata In Fugue." The choir who had embarked on the girl's seemed to have lost their voices for some reason.
I clapped my hands to get some attention and made my announcement:
"My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen, here are the final results: Susan (retired) on 15, Cherry on 11, Marjorie on 29 and (big applause), Doris on 37. (Huge cheers) That bring the proceedings to a close and I'll be around to announce the next competition in the near future. I'd like particularly to thank the members of the choir who participated and came into the girls. Your bodily fluids are appreciated by the girls and looked forward to in the future."
It was a great day and the place was a wreck. I'd need one of those clever vacuum cleaners that suck up water as well as dry stuff as you could float a punt on the contents of the tarpaulin. When everyone had gone home, I crawled into my new King Sized bed, completely exhausted to be joined shortly later under the sheets by Susan, Cherry, Marjorie and Doris.
I slept immediately, and wondered as I dropped off, what was in store for me when I awoke in the morning.
