Chapter 13: Competitive Edge

Meri

Boy this would be some properly long forty-two minutes. Lydia had started to impale herself on the strap-on, facing me. We had chosen it that way, so if she fell over, she would land on my two airbags instead of face-planting my knees.

I was actually a bit worried about the nipple clamps, but they were padded with faux fur, and if Lydia’s face was anything go by, they definitely scratched her kinky itch if she had one. I had expected her competitive side to take over, but knowing what I knew about the last few weeks from talking to Mark, especially that she had become almost frigid, I could see she was hell-bent on putting up a show for Mark.

Being the competitive athlete that she was, she paced herself early on, and when the first five minutes were over, announced by the beep from Mark’s stop watch, she dutifully hoisted herself off the thoroughly drenched strap-on and waited for Mark to replace the tool with the next bigger one, which still wasn’t much compared to what we had used before, let alone what Mark had between his legs.

It was testament to how lightly we had started out that neither of us had gone through an orgasm yet. When I had mentioned to Mark that I would hopefully not throw Lydia off, if I was to have an orgasm myself, he had just given me a leering grin before tying my hands and feet to the bed posts. Yeah, sometimes I wasn’t good at thinking things through...

Lydia was back in her rhythm and with every thrust down on the strap-on she pushed the inner tool into my pussy, basically doing all the work as we were about to fuck each other for over half an hour. The muscles on that woman were phenomenal. Granted, she looked positively skinny compared to the large muscle packs on my legs, but mine were supposed to work really hard for a minute at best, while Lydia’s slender legs were all delicate muscles and sinews of steel to withstand two hours of hard exercise several times a year.

My mental ramblings were interrupted when Lydia grunted loudly as her first orgasm hit, but considering that she was still keeping up her rhythm, it couldn’t have been a particularly hefty one. Well, she was in for one of those further down the road, so to speak.

The next five minutes were over and Lydia’s ‘training tool’ was exchanged for one that at least looked like something you would find on an actual man, if not perhaps a particularly well endowed one.

Mark

The girls hat just passed the thirty minute mark, and mom had just tackled the next step-up in size, something that was close to what she was used to when the two of us did it. By now both of them had gone through at least three orgasms each, and I could see that things started to get hard for mom. After all she had done squats for half an hour now, and that late in the season her stamina started to wane a bit, but she was still determined to finish the challenge.

Although she had not fallen over once, she had twice asked for a bit more pressure on the nipple clamps, which had caused no small amount of amusement for Meri, who knew that I owed her ten dollars now for the bet she had won.

Mom went through another orgasm, and this time she had actually wobbled a bit, but kept it upright and kept going. Both she and Meri were in a world of their own by now, as they always were when they had gone through more than one climax in a relatively short time.

After watching the spectacle for over half an hour I could finally hold out no longer and fed my rock-hard member to Meri’s mouth and she eagerly accepted me. Of course, being tied up, she was somewhat limited in her movements, so I slid in and out of her face in measured strokes, while mom continued her massive workout. If her whimpering was anything to go by, I could tell she wasn’t all agreeable with the fact that she didn’t get some of that meat herself.

In a bit of rotten timing, the damn clock beeped, just as I felt I was coming up a storm. Just as I pulled out of Meri’s mouth, I felt my testicles twitch and turning to silence that beep, I shot my load straight at mom. Having been somewhat celibate lately and worked up by watching to drop-dead gorgeous girls do each other for thirty-five minutes, I had cooked up quite a delivery, and several large globs of my spunk landed on mom’s face and tits.

She oooo’ed and hoisted herself off the strap-on, waiting for the final challenge and I screwed on the largest dildo of the set, something that made my equipment look a bit modest.

Although her pussy was well stretched by now, mom had a bit of a job to finally impale herself on the huge thing and knowing this was the final stretch, she went to town on it, giving Meri a jolly good pounding in the process as well. I had already wondered why she had been uncharacteristically modest in her vocabulary until now, but I needed not wonder any longer.

“Come on baby, watch your little slut mom ride this huge thing for you!” she growled as she kept up her rhythm. Any discussion on the matter was cut short for the moment as Meri howled in the throws of another almighty orgasm, which pushed mom over the edge as well as she followed suit. And this time she couldn’t keep her balance and fell forward. The huge dildo slipped out of her with an indecent slurping sound.

“Infringement,” I proclaimed, but neither of them seemed to mind my interruption. Caught in a world of lust they were kissing each other wildly, neither of them minding much that a good portion of my spunk was splattered across mom’s face. As far as I could tell, both of them were too far gone to remember the original point of the game.

I left them to their own devices and changed the dildo on Meri’s strap-on to a medium sized one, since with this discipline apparently ending in a technical disqualification, it was time to start the next part of our Sex Olympics, the main event.

Mom had slid down a bit, still lying more or less immobilized on top of Meri, but she had started to go to town on the girl’s big tits, flicking her tongue around Meri’s nipples and even gently chewing her soft tits, something that sent or dear friend into orbit, if her squealing and wailing was anything to go by.

That change of position gave me perfect access to mom’s petite ass. In my initial plans I had reserved quite some time to prepare her back passage for what was to come, but in her current state, I doubted my lover would take too kindly to me taking my sweet time, so I started to lube her up very generously and probed her rear entrance with one of the smaller dildos we had used before.

As I had expected, the intrusion lit the fuse on my petite Olympic winner in an instant and I was taking delivery of rather un-lady-like requests to stick my meat in, pronto.

I helped her back onto the now more modestly sized strap-on, before I positioned by raging hard-on at her rear entrance. It actually bent somewhat painfully as I tried forcefully, but gently to push my way past her well lubed rear door. Thankfully, mom didn’t give much of damn anymore, begging for my meat as she rode Meri. I could hear her gasps and squeals, a mixture of sheer lust and pain, but after what felt like ages, I was finally buried to the hilt inside her slender ass and tried to match my rhythm to hers.

“Oh, shit baby, ram that fucking rod in my ass,” she wailed, and I grew a bit concerned, because she had done so in German, and we were in Germany, but I remembered that we had splashed out on the presidential suit and thus were the only ones on this floor.

By the time we all had found a good rhythm to dp the hell out of mom, Meri and my love were lost cases. They were away somewhere with the fairies, in fact Meri passed out on us, shortly before I growled and filled mom’s bowels with whatever my nuggets had left in them after airbrushing mom’s front earlier that evening.

Lydia

I have never woken up in pain and felt so good about it. My pussy and my ass were on fire, which was not really surprising, considering I had ridden what had felt like a baseball bat the night before and then taken that big meat of Mark’s in my rear-end.

What I immediately noticed was that we were in bed, but Mark wasn’t there. My memory was somewhat hazy, but I had expected to wake up in a messy bed with sex toys lying around. I had also expected to be reeking of man because Mark had nutted all over my front, but instead the room was tidy, and both Meri and I were naked but clean in all places.

That sweetheart of mine must have given us a sponge bath after we had passed out. And he had cleaned up the room as well. I could see some of the boxes with the toys neatly packaged inside. It brought a tear to my eye as it reminded me of our younger years when Mark, then still a kid, had always done the house chores already when I came home from training.

Meri’s eyes fluttered open. “That was a wild evening if I ever had one.”

“You can say that again,” I said with a giggle. “And since that hunk of ours has been busy cleaning up, I bet he nodded off on the couch again.”

“Your hunk,” Meri reminded me.

“My hunk,” I agreed.

“The thing is,” Meri asked. “Have you gotten the message this time?”

“That I swung to the extremes again by becoming Mrs. Frigid?” I asked. “Yeah, I got that one. My poor ass will remind me of that for at least three days.”

“I bet as soon as it isn’t sore anymore, you want a repeat performance,” Meri said with a giggle. “Just take a little more time next time round.”

“Well, my poor tush will have enough time to recover. We’re off to the FHM shoot next.”

Mark

I woke up to an almost forgotten sensation - a morning blowjob. Both mom and Meri were gently licking my morning wood as I tried to clear the fog of sleep from my brains.

“Ladies, I think we don’t need that,” I said. “It’s addictive and addiction is never a good thing.”

“But you need some relief,” Meri cooed, pointing at my rock-hard member.

Knowing that I was close, I quickly stroked it a few times and shot my load straight at Meri’s face.

“Done,” I proclaimed mock-seriously. Both of them looked at me in shock, before it dawned on mom that I had played them and she doubled over laughing. Meri soon followed suit, wiping my spunk off her face with the shirt she was wearing.

“You are evil,” she giggled as she divested herself of the soiled garment.

“Get a shower, both of you,” I said. “I’ll order breakfast.”

John

Lydia, Meri and Mark were fashionably late when they arrived at Punta de Jandia, the southwestern tip of the Island of Fuerteventura which was part of the Spanish Canary Islands. The location for the FHM shoot was a rocky coast, separated from the nearest settlement of Morro Jable by a long drive over dirt roads.

The first to arrive was Meri, giggling as she drove a knackered old, open-top Suzuki 4x4 with her bare, dirty breasts bouncing while she sped along the rocky road. She was closely followed by Lydia and Mark in a similar vehicle, both bare chested as well.

I shook my head about their antics, but then it was thirty-four degrees centigrade and by the look of it, they all had worked out whatever complications had arisen in their love lives. The fact that they had not arrived in one vehicle was testament to the fact that the ill-fated love triangle had given way to a different arrangement.

“I guess I will never be able to convince Lacoste to sponsor you two,” I mock-complained when Lydia and Meri met me in all their bare-breasted glory. They just giggled. “Do I take it that the lot of you have worked things out?”

As always it was Mark who came forward with the answer.

“I think so. I’m not going to pretend we might not hit another snag here or there, but we have friends to keep an eye on us,” he said, and pointed over his shoulder at Rhonda, who came walking over from our camper van.

I rolled my eyes. Having seen the arrival of the topless trio, she had taken that as an excuse to ditch her shirt as well. Well, at least the FHM crew wasn’t supposed to arrive until the next day.

I watched Rhonda as she hugged, but also closely watched all of them. When she came to Lydia she whispered something in Rhonda’s ear and my better half threw her head back in laughter.

“You go girl, come, I have something that will help you,” I heard her say as she led Lydia towards our makeshift campervan village. Only now I realized that she was walking very funny.

“Oh boy, she’s taken you up the backside, hasn’t she?” I asked Mark and he blushed slightly when he nodded.

“I don’t know if she’s brave or stupid,” I said with a chuckle. “Rhonda was actually a bit disappointed she never got to try.”

“She still can,” Mark said. “Of course only if mom’s okay with it.”

I shook my head an indicated Mark to sit down on a large rock. Meri knew this was her cue to leave us alone and I showed her which of the Caravans was hers.