“They’re our real competition,” Carver rasps in my ear, nodding at Evan and Amelia. “I know she’s your best friend, but I also know you can do better than her.”
I lightly bite his ear.
“I know that too,” is my whispered reply. “You can count on it.”
Sure enough, the triplets are ridiculous because frankly, they’re just not well-suited for this type of contest. In fact, one of the triplets bows out during this early round after thirty seconds or so. She looks tight down there, and unfortunately, she’s too tight inside. Brett can’t worm the toy into her despite repeatedly coating it in lube and finally the blonde sits up and snaps her thighs shut.
“I’m out,” she huffs angrily before storming out of the room, her heels clacking on the floors. “This is total bullshit.”
Brett merely shrugs.
“Bye Tandy. At least I still have Mandy and Candy,” he says, smiling at the remaining two girls. Obediently, they lie back and spread their legs, and Brett’s able to nudge the five-inchers into both of them. But it doesn’t look easy. I can tell they’re struggling, and they’re already nervous about the upcoming round.
“Six inches is next,” whispers Carver in my ear. “Are you ready?”
I nod as he tweaks my nipple and then walks over to the table once more. He picks up another tool, this one a bright pink shaft with the word “six” written on the bottom. It’s fat and bulbous and I go wet just seeing it.
Again, Carver’s technique is so good and it goes right in, slippery and slick.
“Oh!” I moan. “Yes!”
“There you go, folks,” he rumbles to the gathered audience. “Ava’s done it again.”
Sure enough, the bright pink is deep in my twat, and I cream wetly, welcoming the hard length. Carver pulls it out with a deep sucking sound and then presses an open-mouthed kiss to my hole.
“You’re doing so well,” he hums against my tenderness. “We’re going to win this thing for sure.”
But not so fast. Just like last time, Amelia takes six with no problem, and Evan grins when he pulls the toy out, dripping with her female nectar. Damn. They’re still in the game. But also just like before, another one of the triplets is eliminated within seconds. This time it’s Mandy storming off without a word as her blonde hair flies with rage.
In the next round, Candy, Amelia and I are all able to manage seven inches, although you can see Candy’s expression fill with strain as Brett pushes the toy deep inside.
“Ugh,” she grunts like a pig. “Ugh ugh.”
I smirk because I didn’t think it was ugh at all. In fact, my toy felt really good inside, and Carver’s still stirring it around inside me lazily just for fun.
When we get to eight inches, you can see that Candy wants to back out, but Brett urges her on.
“You can do it, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Come on, relax, relax, relax. I promise I’ll buy you a Bugatti if you hang on.”
It must be the word “Bugatti” that does it because then we hear a pop and then the toy goes all the way in. What in the world? What possibly could have been the source of that popping noise? But Candy’s on a roll.
“Oh god,” she moans, her face a rictus of mixed pain and pleasure. “Eee!”
The girl’s done good but unfortunately, nine inches is where Candy can’t hang with the big boys anymore. No matter how much Brett tries to coax his woman, she shakes her head vehemently, even with the toy stuck halfway inside.
“Enh!” she huffs emphatically. “I can’t!”
Finally, Brett succumbs and bows out.
“Gentlemen, it’s all you,” he rumbles with a shurg. Meanwhile, Amelia and I are still enjoying the hard lengths buried deep inside. Carver slides the toy out and leans in close to my ear.
“Are you ready sweetheart? Because you know ten is going to be the real thing.”
I giggle a bit, lifting my head to look at him. This is going to be fun because Carver himself is physically ten inches, and as he nears me with his hot, dripping cock, I cream a bit in anticipation.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he rasps while nudging my hole. “You can take this, easy-peasy.”
But it’s not easy because it never is. Each time is like the first time. He pushes inside and it’s so snug as always. I throw my head back and moan again, but he’s just so huge and commanding.
“Breathe,” he whispers in my ear. “Breathe, sweetheart, you’ve done this before.”
Finally, he’s buried balls deep and I let out a huge sigh.
“Ohhhh,” is my relieved exhale. Carver gives me a few pumps and then pulls out, leaving me empty.
“What?” I whine. “Why didn’t you finish?”
“Oh I’ll finish,” he says with a sly smile. “But let’s see how Amelia and Evan do first.”
Because sure enough, Evan’s approaching Amelia with hungry eyes and as I watch with surprise, Amelia lifts her knees and pulls her pussy apart, welcoming him. He slides in with no trouble and in fact, his balls slap audibly against her bottom. What the hell?