We step into a room that’s been set up for the competition. Sure enough, there’s a dais with three beds on it, and comfortable booth couches facing it for maximum viewing pleasure. The beds have black silk sheets as well as black silk pillows for comfort, and to the side is a table laid out with all sorts of toys.
I glance over at the implements. Yes, we’ll be starting small with just some tiny fun-size things before moving up to the more hard-core, challenging items. But as my beautiful Ava sways by my side, I know that we’ll be able to handle anything together.
As we take our seats at one of the booths, the door opens again and Brett comes swaggering in with the triplets in tow. Literally, in tow because he has a silk rope wound around their waists so that they prance in a line behind him like show ponies. They don’t even have pasties on. They’re bare to the waist with tiny thong panties covering their sweet spots, and seven-inch clear acrylic heels topping off the outfit. The girls toss their blonde hair and smile sweetly, although Candy, Mandy, and Tandy don’t fool me. They’re too stiff for this kind of competition. This kind of contest requires being creamy and fertile, and I know they’re too skinny to compete with the big boys. They’ll be out at the four or five inch mark, mark my words.
Then the door opens again, and Evan makes his appearance with Amelia. Now Amelia is our true competition because she’s lush and curvy and wet, just like Ava. Evan was telling me how Amelia’s progressed from shy virgin all the way to hungry cumslut, and I have to say that I’m curious. After all, this girl was literally untouched when she landed on Maruba. And now? She’s getting ready to compete with the big boys.
Brett deposits his girls on the couch and then gets up to stand before us, leering.
“Is the door locked? Ok good. Welcome, my friends, to the annual Pussy Depths challenge. Are you ready to have a good time?”
Ava shoots me a look but I just shrug. I have no idea why Brett called this an annual event. I thought he invented it when the girls first arrived. But my friend continues, his white teeth flashing in the dark.
“As you know, we were graced with the presence of these gorgeous girls on our island a few months ago. Ava, Amelia, Candy, Mandy and Tandy, will you come up please? The five girls teeter up to the stage in their lacey lingerie, all creamy flesh and luscious curves.
“Now Ava, you’ll go here,” says Brett, directing her to the bed on the left. “Amelia, you go here,” he says, pointing to the bed in the center. “And Mandy, Candy and Tandy, you sit here,” he says, pointing to the bed on the right.”
“We have to share a bed?” whines one of the triplets, flipping her blonde hair back. “How come I don’t get my own?”
“Shhh, sweetheart,” says Brett. “All three of you are so thin and small, you can share. Now sit,” he commands.
Obediently, all five girls sit on their assigned mattresses. Ava looks absolutely gorgeous. I can see the deep pink of her nipples through her robe and harden at the mere glimpse.
“Now as you know, we’re here to plumb the depths of our beautiful wards,” Brett continues again, his voice slightly raspy now. “The rules are we start at five inches, and then move up an inch with each round. Who wants to go first?”
The triplets squeal and raise their hands, while Amelia looks on with frightened eyes. But my girl does me proud. Ava raises her hand and in a dulcet voice says, “I’d like to go.”
Brett jumps on the opportunity.
“Perfect, sweetheart. Of course, your handler will take care of the actual penetration. Carver, would you like to do the honors?”
With that, I get up and stride over to the table before selecting a purple dildo with an engorged head. It’s thick but not overly intimidating with lifelike veins, and there’s a black number five written on the base.
“This is a five-incher,” I growl.
The girls around me titter.
“Then let the games begin,” singsongs Brett, sitting down to watch. With that, I approach Ava with the toy in hand. But instead of looking scared, my gorgeous girl merely smiles back at me invitingly before leaning backwards, pulling up her knees … and showing me heaven.
9
Ava
I can’t believe it’s really happening. I’m participating in a sordid contest where billionaires measure which girl can take it deepest in her sweet spot. They call it a Pussy Depths Challenge, which is disgusting and crude. What kind of name is that?
Yet I’m not shocked by these things anymore because I’m used to it. Not only that, but I’ve come to expect it, believe it or not. What’s happened to the old Ava who wanted to go to graduate school for religion? Would my professors or my professional mentors approve of a dirty contest like this? Definitely not.