Anyone Else Want Some? (Unreal Championship)

Unreal Championship: a tournament game of literally blood, sweat, and tears. Well, mostly blood, sometimes sweat, and every time you mention tears, some freak in a top hat says, “No tears, please! It’s a waste of good suffering!” All in all, it’s a brutal sport, one that requires the janitors to work overtime or maybe even graveyard shift. The rules of Unreal are the following: two teams of gunners collide and shoot the hell out of each other in games such as Deathmatch (earn points by obtaining kills), Capture the Flag (capture the enemy’s flag and return it to your home base to score a point), Double Domination (control both domination points for 10 seconds and earn a point), Bombing Run (carry or shoot the ball through the goal portal to score either 3 points (shooting) or 7 points (carrying)) and finally, Survival (defeat all of the competitors on your team in separate one on one competition in order to win). As brutal as the game is and as barbaric as it sounds, there is a little hint of mercy in each game and it goes something like this: every time a competitor dies, he is respawned onto the playing field. But does this make it a safe sport? Not even fucking close. The deaths are faker than a simulated scene made by Conan Le Cilaire, but the pain is realer than a rapper who can rap something as long as the book “Roots”. Oh yes, you may come out of each game alive, but you’ll regret it knowing that your next game is tomorrow! If you want to play in the Unreal Championship tournament, you’ve got to have a set of iron balls on you and no cheating by stealing them from Bombing Run games. Some are ready to step up to the plate. Others are ready to step up on the bus steps so that they can go home.
The most recent Unreal Championship game was probably not only the bloodiest game ever, but also the one with the most at stake for both teams. It was Team Incubus vs. Team Amazon. When describing team Incubus, no word with temperature implications is enough to describe the chill you feel when you’re around these people. It’s basically a team of freaks ranging from clowns who juggle knives just so they can cut themselves to juggernauts who juggle knives just so they can make their opponents do a remake of “Around the World in 80 Days”. They don’t even have to do anything to make their opponents fill their pants faster than they can fill the role of their bitch. But that’s Team Incubus. Team Amazon is an all girl team lead by somebody who looks like she got lost when she was assigned a team: code name Ambrosia, a juggernaut woman with a red spikey mohawk and a mean streak that’s so nasty, it can be mistaken for the kind of streak you find in somebody’s jockey shorts. The rest of the team are a bunch of cutie pies, but they don’t fight like cutie pies and they sure as hell don’t fight like nahli whatever the hell that means. Both Team Incubus and Team Amazon struggled hard against each other in a game of Capture the Flag, but only one team has the right to break the tie as well as break the fan boys’ hearts and that team is Team Incubus. The score was once tied 4 to 4, but that extra 5th point in Team Incubus’ side provides for a better boost than a baby chair. Now comes the fun part, the post match stips!
If Team Amazon would have one, the coach of Team Incubus, 19 year old college brat Garrison Haines-Temons, would have had to receive a lap dance from Ambrosia. It basically should be the other way around and Garrison should have to ask for a new train set and a copy of Final Fantasy XI for all the times he sits. But none of those things happened and since it was Team Incubus that won, instead of Ambrosia giving Garrison a lap dance, it is the much more pleasant to look at Blackjack giving Garrison a full blown sex session! It’s probably best that you don’t say “full blown” in front of Blackjack’s face or you’ll be lying down on your own. Team Incubus and Team Amazon have been rivals for a time longer than Ron Jeremy’s dick and this is the way they wanted to end it. Your wish is my command. Actually, it’s going to be Garrison doing all the commanding in this one. Garrison and Blackjack were to meet in an undisclosed hotel room the next week of the match to do their business and have their business do them.
The night was as lively and energetic as a teenager on angel dust while going to the prom. Something was in the air tonight, but it wasn’t going to be love, it’s just Garrison’s obnoxious cologne as he prepares for the “night of romance”. He’s got flowers on the bed that look as if they belonged in the gardens of heaven itself. He’s got wine on the table as red as a geisha’s lips. He’s got bondage toys in a box on the side of the bed that will hold an unstable U-234 shell. Oh yeah, he’s cookin’. He probably is that hot from the excitement. His nerves wouldn’t have to ache for much longer, because the knock on the door suggests that the moment of truth so to speak. He knows that it’s not the bellhop bringing ice or any shit like that. He’s got something cooler in mind. When he opens the door, he knows just how much his mind is like the real world. Actually, that’s a pretty true statement with all the sick shit that’s been going on in the world. But there’s nothing sick about what he sees or what’s in his stomach, ‘cause what’s at the door was Blackjack in the flesh. Blackjack was as lovely as she was deadly on the battlefield. Her raven black hair was just one of her many radiant and beautiful features. Her chocolate brown eyes stare down at the soul with a mixture of deadliness and love, a combination few can pull off. Her breasts were tightly secured in the silk black dress she wore. Her soft bare feet were comforted by high heeled sandals that left her gorgeous toes as eye candy for those who are into that sort of thing, which Garrison is very much. Everything about Sylvia Russell a.k.a. Blackjack was nothing but pure beauty that night. It’s almost as if she was actually trying to give Garrison the best time he’s had in his life, but he wasn’t about to get cocky just yet, for she may not like that adjective when it doesn’t have a Y at the end of it. What Blackjack did next would emphatically prove that statement as if it were atomic theory. She whipped out an assault rifle and shoved it into Garrison’s mouth. While Blackjack puts up a resistance, it’s probably a good idea for Garrison to put up his hands. Just when Garrison thought he was in control of the situation, he was just in the situation and he desperately wanted a way out. But at least he knows how the beautiful mercenary maiden known as Blackjack feels. He’s about to become more educated in Blackjack’s feelings 101 as her dialogue strikes an even more of a searing blow than any of her assault rifle bullets could.
“Alright pudgy, this is what’s going to happen tonight: I’m not going to back down from the stipulation seeing as how I keep my word in battle just as I keep my head in battle. But there’s nothing in the stipulation that says we’re not going to do this my fucking way. We do this my way and you’re going to cooperate with everything I order of you.”
“You’re not going to spread dog shit all over me while you piss in my mouth, are you? ‘Cause I‘m not into that kinda thing. Just bondage, feet, and diapers for me.”
“Lucky for you, I don’t have a shit or piss fetish either. I’m not going to say I want this over as soon as possible because I don’t want to rush the stipulation. It wouldn’t be much of a stipulation if it was rushed, right? But I will say this: it’s my way or the hard way! And by the looks of what’s down in your pants, you’ve chosen the HARD way!…It’s a joke, laugh, dammit!”
Garrison wouldn’t be able to laugh if it was George Carlin or Bill Engvall doing that joke. But then again, it’d be pretty creepy if either of those two told him their way or the hard way, so he tries not to dwell or construct upon that analogy too much. Instead, he just gives a few weak ha-has and hopes his unimpressive reaction doesn’t cause Blackjack to take his head off. With all talking put aside like an injured soccer player, Blackjack grabs Garrison by his “Protect Your Nuts” t-shirt and roughly pulls him to the bed before throwing his surrendered body on it. Just because he’s laying on the bed, doesn’t mean he’s feeling comfortable right now, but he can sacrifice a little comfort for enjoyment. Blackjack continued to do things her way when she kicked off her high heeled sandals and grabbed hold of her dress straps from the top. Her dress was peeled off of her lovely body ever so slowly, first revealing her black cotton panties, then exposing her flat and sexy stomach, and finally exposing her beautiful black bra. Her dress was completely off and she was standing there in her underwear starring down at her love slave with those piercing brown eyes and a very dominating frown. By this time, Garrison was aroused like a tiger with a bloody steak sitting right in front of it. His pants did a very dubious job of cushioning his penis, which hardened with every second of starring into those beautiful brown eyes and staring at her slender, soft body. Blackjack’s next move wasn’t going to do any favors for Garrison’s horny levels. She stood up on the bed and started walking her bare feet all over his body before spreading her legs and sitting down on his crotch as if she was ready to do him right then and there. As if his hormone levels couldn’t reach an all time high, but Blackjack believes they can. Blackjack thought she would tame the wild beast by running her fingernails down his torso in a pleasing and sensual nail massage. Garrison had mistaken this for the treatment of the gods as he writhed and squirmed in pleasure with every stroke of her sharp nails. But then again, it isn’t much of a mistake when you compare the two things.
“God, this feels so good. And here I thought you were going to…”
“Going to what? Do this?”
Kinky people aren’t supposed to be able to separate pleasure from pain, but apparently, Garrison had a clear definition of the two as if he was Webster himself. Blackjack grabbed a hold of his aroused nipples and twisted them as if they were bottle caps to a coke that promised a free 20 ounce.
“AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”
“That’s for arming your guys with lightning guns! You have any idea how much those things hurt?”
“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!”
“That’s for saying that women were better than men, but only at cooking, cleaning, and making babies!”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”
“And that’s for making this stipulation in the first place!…Wait a minute. Why am I complaining about the stipulation? This is kinda fun!”
“…Really?”
“Yeah, baby. But you know what? This part is half the fun!”
And that favorite part was once again twisting the sore and racked nipples of Garrison as if she was making a Twislers candy rope. Needless to say, he screamed as if he was trying to break a nearby wine glass, but he ended up breaking the god damned sound barrier instead it was so painful. This was yet another part of Blackjack wanting to do things her way as she gave the explanation which was as clear as the guy from Malibu’s Most Wanted.
“Like I said before, if I’m going to do this, we’re going to do it my way and no other way. I could back out if I wanted to, but I don’t think I will because a.) I think you’re pretty cute and b.) I don’t back down from my word…ever! Now then, let’s get back to business.”
Yes, it was definitely time for business again and you don’t even need an economics degree to be a part of it. Blackjack laid down on her back ever so slowly and began to relax on the soft blanket and sheets like a baby in his stroller. She continued to arouse him with those soft, silky, smooth feet of hers as she peeled his unnecessary shirt off with her gripping toes. Garrison’s chest was as bare as a baby’s ass and Blackjack seemed to be getting enjoyment off of staring at his body as well as gliding her naked feet across it, giving him a very sensual and very arousing massage. The wild, yet tame animal known as Garrison would soon get a set of nail painted and cute digits in his salivating mouth. From there, Blackjack would continue to call the shots that Garrison not only had no choice but to follow, but also had no desire but to follow.
“Alright, Garrison. Suck, lick, kiss, I want to feel your mouth all over my feet. You know they taste good to you. You love the taste of a beautiful woman, don’t you.”
The taste of a woman was more pleasing than the taste of a roasted duck covered in Italy’s finest red wine. Garrison took it upon himself to experience this very delightful feeling as he dined on her sexy feet and toes by first sucking each toe as if they ejected milk from their tips. He continued to please her feet with his loving mouth as he gently kissed the soles with both his lips and his tongue. He was so excited about being able to caress the sweet, delectable feet that he couldn’t stop grabbing his horny crotch with every pleasure stroke. It came to a point where his excitement overcame him and he pulled out his very long penis and exposed the juicy meat for his one night lover to see. To say that this stiff limb was impressive to Blackjack wouldn’t be dramatic enough. She smiled upon the lovely member as if she was lady luck picking out a lucky sap. She even fluttered her eyebrows as a means of letting her face tell the whole story. But when Garrison began to stroke the tall cock, Blackjack kicked him in the hands and shook her very insistent looking finger at him to signify that pleasing himself was forbidden from Blackjack’s very discriminating rules.
“Trust me, Garrison. You’ll have lots of pleasure down there later tonight, but for now, I want it to grow some more. I want it to blossom like a rose and as a romantic gift, I want you to give it to me. If you want me to stroke you, then you’ll just have to wait. Women love to make it last for long periods of time. Which is why they’re multi orgasmic sometimes. Now that I’ve mentioned the multi orgasmic part, there’s something I want you to do for me.”
Blackjack sat up from her comfortable and hedonistic position and whispered something in Garrison’s ear as if she wanted to kiss the attentive facial piece. Her very dirty and very sensual speech was accompanied by light squeezes of the shaft of his penis as if she were a massage therapist. Garrison found the softness of her silky, yet strong hand with the silky, yet strong romantic sonnet in his ears to be very arousing. Whatever it was she wanted him to do, he agreed to it as if he was signing a record contract that didn’t involve sticking their hand up his ass and moving him around like a puppet. Although, he was Blackjack’s puppet for this night and he didn’t mind the pulling of the strings, he just wish something else would be pulled lightly. The more he agrees to her lovely demands, the closer he gets to that fantasy.
Blackjack laid back down into her heavenly cloud known as a bed and let Garrison do his thing for hopes that she’ll be the one doing his thing very soon. He grabbed the wasteband of her soft black satin panties and pulled them down to expose her bare and soft, silky ass along with her blooming flower with lots of nectar for the hungry bee. He lowered his head as if he was bowing to a very pleasing mistress and began to lick her most sensitive area with very hard strokes. Blackjack threw her head back and formed an O with her whimpering mouth as she was receiving this godly pleasure from a salivating tongue. She even got so hot that her bra became a liability to her freedom begging body. She grabbed the tightening hooks in the back and pulled it off to expose and pinch the nipples of her inflated and free breasts. She had always thought Garrison was a sleazy pig with no conscience, but for tonight, he’s a sleazy pig with no conscience that is better off without one in the first place. She shows her appreciation for this energy boosting pleasure by lightly pulling Garrison’s Pantine Pro-V washed hair. She got so horny from the repeated lapping of her endless river that she got out of control and pulled hard enough to make Garrison let out a muffled moan. Blackjack was doing a lot of moaning herself, but her words are as free as escaped pet shop birds.
“Garrison!! Oh!! Oh!! UGH!! UGH!! I’ve never had a man treat me like this in a long time. You are a sex god! OH!! UGH!!”
As the hot sex was progressing, the speed of Garrison’s tongue grew and grew like a kid going through puberty. Blackjack did all she could to contain the pleasure from this surprisingly pleasing young man, but her throaty moans would break her free of her binding public life every time. She even announced to Garrison that she was going to cum in his mouth very soon and that he should continue to use the pretty oral structure until she did. The licking and kissing of Blackjack’s sensitive clitoris continued to get faster and faster with every cry of pleasure and every scream of bliss. Her final scream sounded as if she was heartbroken by this wonderful performance and ultimately, the imprisoned Pina Colata of love was set free to flow into the very beautiful land of Garrison’s mouth, which swallowed every last drop of this white honey. Blackjack laid back down as if she just ran a marathon with a piano strapped to her back, for the heightened excitement left her with about as much energy as George Bush had love from Bill Maher. The only thing that was missing from her blissful slumber was something soft to hold next to her and bring her security and love. For that, she called the still horny Garrison up to her and held him with her tightening arms and her sexy legs. From there, they did a very memorable review of the excitement that was felt and absorbed.
Garrison would be the first to start this very deep and very wanted conversation with something like, “I am so horny right now.”
“I bet you are. Don’t worry, your time will come soon. I still got a few more things for you to do then the fun will REALLY begin.”
“Blackjack?…Why are you doing this for me? I mean, you wanted things to go your way and they have so far. Is this what you truly want?”
“I was thinking exactly what you’re thinking right now: why would a woman with so much pride and so much self respect want to stoop so low as to enjoy sexual pleasure with a scumbag like you other than the fact that she has to? Well, for one, I figured, as long as I’m here, I’ll try to enjoy myself. It IS the only thing keeping my sanity together. As a mercenary, the last thing I need right now is another aching trauma. If I try to enjoy it, this can be easily put behind me and I can move on with my life. That’s what I was thinking when I came in here. But now that I’ve actually experienced it for myself, I see that you’re not such a bad guy. In fact, I’m not going to enjoy it anymore because I have to, I’ll enjoy it because I want to.”
“…You really think I’m that good?”
“Wouldn’t your first clue be the Ohs and the Oos? When I said you were a sex god, I meant it.”
“…Oh my god. I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Just hush for now and wait for Satin to get here.”
“S...Satin’s coming?”
“Yeah…at least until I recover. Then after that, Memphis is coming, then Sapphire, then Aliyah…”
“You’re not going to bring Ambrosia in here are you?”
“Nah! Besides, she’s too busy in another part of town.”
“Doing what?”
“…Well…Hehehehehe.”
“What? What’s she doing?”
The attractive and cute giggle served more than as music to Garrison’s ears. She actually meant that Ambrosia was out…well…getting stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. On that other part of town, she could be seen trying to escape from a hotel room only to be pulled back in by somebody who is tired of doing all the pulling if you know what I mean, Prometheus Georgian Pithras a.k.a. Gorge. Gorge had been making sexual comments to this equally buffed up girl for so long and now the only thing that’s so long is his dick as he tries to…plug his new ideas in front of Ambrosia. As soon as she was pulled back inside the hotel room, a gruff, throaty, and deep voice blurted out something along the lines of…
“Hehehehehe!! Try this one on for size, you fat bitch! And don’t tell me you’re big boned! Not at least until you actually have one inside of you! AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!”
“Shut up, bitch!”
Meanwhile in a more gentle part of town, there was a knock on the door of Blackjack and Garrison’s hotel room. Blackjack ejected herself from the comfort of the soft bed and robed herself before answering the door. It was yet another gorgeous teammate of Team Amazon who sets the hearts of her opponents racing as well as sets her opponents themselves racing from her. It was Julie Warkworth a.k.a. Satin. This pretty faced blonde was dressed as if she was in the Carribean listening to some Jamaican guy strum on an acoustic guitar in the style of Calypso Tune. Which is to say, a blue T-shirt, shorts with different shades of red on them, and Garrison’s favorite piece of clothing on her body, black thong sandals. Garrison got to hot laying his eyes on this beautiful blonde that he had to cover himself with a blanket to hide his growing…love for her. He continued to look on at this revealing woman as she spoke to her teammate Blackjack.
Satin started off the conversation with a, “Hey, Sylvia. Is he giving you a hard time yet? Should I get out my Bio-Rifle?”
“Nah, that isn’t necessary. I’m actually enjoying myself here now that I have everything going my way. That and Garrison isn’t that bad of a person. He just appears to be a pig for the sake of our rivalry. Come on in and see what he’s like with his shirt off. Come on, Garrison, take the blanket off of you.”
He wouldn’t reveal pieces of his…heart to this woman let alone the whole thing. “Um…I can’t.”
“Now Garrison, remember what I said about doing things my way? Take the blanket off or I’ll fill you full of holes faster than a paper puncher on caffeine.”
He knew very well that she was capable of doing such a thing, but at the same time, was too ashamed of his bone to take his blanket off. But since being shot down with an assault rifle is worse than being shot down by a rival teammate, so here goes.
Satin looked on at the hardened pillar of love with redness in her face and width in her eyes. She didn’t even know she was coming in here for sex, she thought she was just here for protection, not to need protection herself. But when Blackjack whispered in her ear, she began to calm down and smile at the horny creature as if she was a goddess of some sort. What does Blackjack say into people’s ears that puts them in the mood so quickly? She’s either a persuasive talker or something is going on. But Garrison, being as in the mood as anybody else in the room, didn’t give a thought to this haunting idea. Instead, this romantic scene would continue as Satin walked slowly over to the bed with the love struck animal on it heel toe. She sat down on the edge of the bed and held his head against her chest ever so lovingly as he frowned in embarrassment. Garrison mmmed at the security he was feeling from someone who could very well be his mother, not because of age obviously, but just in the way she makes her boy feel when she holds him gently like that.
Satin had a request for Garrison that she gave with a radiant smile on her face. “Now…are you going to show it to me? Please? You don’t need to be embarrassed. I feel for you what you’re feeling for me right now. Tonight, let’s pretend we’re not rivals and just be together. This is what you wanted and you’re going to get it. Okay? Now take your pants and underwear off and show it to me. And while you‘re at it, take your shoes and socks off too.”
Despite the comfort and warmth she brings to his heart, Garrison still had shakey hands as he reached down at his pants and undid his belt. His nervousness around this beautiful woman showed as he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled them and his underwear down. Satin looked down at the love stick with the same smile and fluttering eyes she had before for this handsome man. She leaned her head down and fluttered her eyelashes on the tip of the penis before kissing it with her juicy strawberry lips.
“You are so gentle with me…and so good. I want to see you naked as well. Strip for me. Please strip for me.”
Satin would nod at his horny request to confirm that his sexual paradise would continue. After making sure Garrison was 100% naked, she got up from the bed and walked around it, hugging the bed post like the beautiful stripper she was about to become. She hugged the bedpost like it was her son and moved up and down on it with gentle precision. She then lifted her smooth, sexy leg and foot up on the edge of the bed to kick off her sandal onto Garrison’s naked body. He would get a double feature as she lifted her other leg to kick off the other sandal, leaving her naked feet to the comfort of the hotel carpet. Blackjack was sitting in the background in her robe drinking wine and enjoying the show Satin was putting on and the clothes she was taking off. The next piece of clothing to come off was her shorts. She would tease the horny animal by barely revealing her green bikini bottom to him before putting both of her loving hands on the wasteband to take them off of her almost bare body. The next thing to come off was her blue shirt, which she would pull up to reveal her bikini bra every now and then before pulling it over her head to expose the beautiful green top. She was now in a green bikini with her hands over her head and her hips swaying back and fourth, which was turning Blackjack on very much as she smiled upon her sexy teammate. Satin would even go so far as to blow a kiss to her girl before kissing her own body passionately. Both Blackjack and Garrison were turned on like coffee machines and like coffee machines had their liquids imprisoned inside them wanting to escape somehow. The excited boy would have help with his little problem as Satin moved slowly towards the bed and laid down beside him, bikinied breasts in his face and all.
“So, how do you want to do this?” she asked with her sensual, seductive voice. Garrisons answer lies within…nothing, but is lying on the nightstand next to him: a roll of gray duct tape. At first, Satin was shocked by his strange fetish, but appearances can be deceptive. She was in fact turned on by how his kinky mind works. She laid back on the bed and put her wrists up to the bed frame as if she was submitting to the dominant force implied by Garrison.
Blackjack put her own dominance into play when she laid down a rule quicker than Satin laid down her body. “Remember, Garrison. Keep your cock between your legs, we have other plans for that.” I can’t say that the two sex fiends Satin and Garrison agreed with this rule, but they would play by it nonetheless.
He pulled out the roll of duct tape and began peeling off long strips of it. Two of them would tie her hands to the bed frame and one would go across her mouth. To test the tightness of her restraints, she tugged on her hands as hard as she could and got nothing and let out a couple of mmphs. She was bound to the bed and wasn’t going anywhere. That’s okay, because she didn’t want to go anywhere. She really wanted to stay put as Garrison slid his hand down her bikini bottom and began to play very gently with her sensitive clitoris. As Satin let out gagged moans of pleasure, Blackjack, still in the background, undid her robe and began playing with herself in front of the two of them, letting out closed mouth moans of her own. The pleasure for the two gorgeous and deserving women would make them wiggle and grunt even more as it began to feel so good to them to have light fingers on their pleasure buttons. What Garrison would do to Satin next would forever change her standard for sexual pleasure. He untied her bikini bottom and lowered his head to her crotch to lick the very thing he loves to touch so much. The moans of pleasure turned into loud screams, barely contained by the tape on her mouth. The tape on her mouth continued to frustrate her sexually as Garrison turned his body around to touch his penis to her covered mouth. She so much wanted to suck on him and taste his thick cum, but couldn’t, so instead began kissing the tip through her gag. The sex began to get so wild and so pleasuring that in only a matter of long minutes, Satin came in Garrison’s mouth and Blackjack came all over the chair she was sitting in. It took them a while to settle down and relax after expelling so much of their energies, but they finally did. But it wasn’t over for Blackjack just yet. Garrison got up from Satin and began walking over to her with his bone pointing at her like an angry teacher. He had been holding the cum in his mouth only to kiss it into Blackjack’s mouth. She tasted and swallowed every last gulp of the delicious nectar and came out with a satisfied look on her face.
“That was delicious. I never knew women tasted so good down there. I’m going to have to lick her myself sometime.” said Blackjack with the dirtiest thoughts in her mind. The two of them walked over to untie Satin and pull the gag off of her mouth. After her mouth was free, she began panting so hard as if she was suffocating under there, but wasn’t. From there, the three of them laid down together with Satin in the middle, Garrison on her right, and Blackjack on her left.
“That was so good. You sure know how to please a woman.”
Garrison smiled at her and kissed her on the tip of her nose before nuzzling his head down on her cheek. Blackjack was equally enchanted by this semi-romantic moment between herself, Satin, and Garrison. They held hands and massaged each other’s sore muscles as they lay there soaking in the sweetness of the moment. The night was anything but over though as two more people were about to join the mix. In fact, that was probably them knocking upon the door wanting entry to this lovely scene…among other kinds of entry.
Blackjack put her bathrobe on and then hurried over to the front door with hopes that the swept-off-their-feet threesome (appropriate name) have not been abandoned so easily. Her hopes have been answered emphatically as standing at the door was Aliyah and Memphis wearing just as interesting outfits as the ones Blackjack and Satin were wearing a few minutes ago.
Aliyah was wearing a golden bra/top that was glitering and sparkling as if it were the ocean and the sun was above it. She also wore a golden beaded skirt that dropped halfway down her shins, which is almost enough to make a million horny men drop that far down before her as well. Feet were also an important part of the dress since they’re the only part of the body that can make Garrison’s penis sweat like a plump bratwurst in an equally hot microwave. For her gorgeous, soft, touchable feet, she wore nothing. She would walk around the hotel letting the soft carpet pamper her soles and soften her every step. Aliyah was definitely a radiant beauty with many reasons to keep Garrison rising like the sun over the mountainside.
Memphis wasn’t any less beautiful and attractive than her counterpart. She was dressed like a dominating Egyptian queen, a perfect costume for Garrison’s constant and kinky fetish plays. She had a golden tiara around her head to signify that her queen look is for real. She wore a teal and golden vest that looked as if it was made from Egyptian gold beads and scarab diamonds. She wore black groin flaps that only measured down to her knees, just enough to keep her fantasizing and racing hearted men thinking forever about what could be under them. For now, she will have to keep it a secret. With all of the secrets she’s keeping under her gorgeous outfit, one would wonder if her real name is Victoria.
As Blackjack and the two desert maidens continued to feed Garrison’s suspicions like corn through a grinder by whispering to each other, Satin held his arm and led him like a prom king to the bathroom, where an empty bathtub sits before them and serves as an idea for the next place the steamy sex will take place. The room was about to be steamy as well as Satin started running water in the tub until the sudsy sea reached it’s peak level. Just as Garrison’s suspicions were about to make him end this whole charade, Satin, continuing to be as gentle and soft as a mother, guided him into the tub and let him sink like a rock into the hot and soothing ocean of soap. There might as well be a raga playing in the background, because he feels close enough to the beach without having sand up his ass. Satin ejected herself from the room and allowed Garrison all of the peace and healing this hot water could provide him. Although, it’s hard to stay calm and relaxed when there are girls giggling and whispering in the other room as if they were high school cheerleaders who spread rumors faster than they spread their legs. But when all four of them entered to put Garrison in his place (which is paradise), his suspicions were suppressed once again to the point where he can perform without things entering his mind that shouldn’t be. Well, lots of things enter his mind that shouldn’t but he’s trying to be a little more discriminating this time around.
Aliyah got herself in a kneeling position fanning Garrison with a giant plant leaf she pulled from the room. She knew that cool air didn’t matter at this point because it was a warm tub, but it’s not temperature that’s in the air tonight. Memphis positioned herself behind him with a brush that had sharp bristles with the idea of making him feel heavy in relaxation unlike his conscience. She began to stroke the scratching brush across his broad shoulders, which elicited a few closed mouth moans and sighs out of the hedonistic minded horn-dog. The shocks of pleasure traveled across his sunny beach of a body like a tidal wave and stopping now will make Garrison pissed enough to write for Limp Bizkit. The sharp bristles made for a very loving massage that gives Memphis a sense of empathy through the moans and sighs. Knowing that the both of them have linked together in pleasure, she puts down the brush and begins squeezing his wet shoulders, putting more strength and more pleasure into his aching and loose muscles. This time, Garrison rewarded the beautiful Egyptian princess by running his gentle hand down her soft, shiny hair. Pantiene Pro-V never thought of this shit, did they? If they had footage of this scene, they would sell out like cocaine in Hollywood. They would really sell if they knew that after a while, he reached his quivering lips up to hers in a romantic and sexual kiss. Memphis loved the feeling of his tongue upon hers and soaked up as much of his wet tongue as possible, making the kiss longer and absolutely wonderful. It was after the kiss (which she regrets even hearing of an after) that Memphis decided to take things one step further as she backs away from him slowly, but not as a sign of rejection.
“Garrison…I want to show you something. I won’t even show this to my suitors. But for you, I will show.”
Memphis had her hand raised in the air only to have it slowly glide down her body from her charming face to her gorgeous feet as if she was trying to give herself the same shocks of pleasure that she gave him. She grabbed the bottom of her groin flap and slowly pulled it upward, leaving Garrison in suspense and making his penis sweat underneath the soft, soapy water. Her groin flap was lifted to her face to reveal a lovely and horny animal attracting piece of underwear. It was a cyan colored bikini bottom with a string running up her butt like a wanting and treasuring finger. Garrison’s mouth opened up like an piece of land under an earthquake, for he was shaking with temptation and anticipation. He wanted to touch her so badly and massage her where it felt the best, but Memphis put his hand back and waved her finger at him, very queen like behavior. She grabbed hold of the waistline of her underwear and let the silk nourish and rub against her legs as she pulled them down. She bunched the panties up into a ball and ordered Garrison to open his mouth, which he did. The taste of a woman and all of her romantic energies would visit and enchant the taste buds of him as the panties were stuffed into his mouth as a gag. He was at the mercy of this gorgeous queen who not only wanted his heightened presence, she commanded it. The sweetness would not only be felt on his tongue, but it would be felt all over him as Memphis and Aliyah opened up their shirts to expose their bouncing and imprisoned for too long breasts. Memphis held Garrison’s arms down with a force not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to bind him in and keep him from escaping this Egyptian oasis paradise, not that he’d want to. Aliyah also had something to show to him that no other eyes are deserving of. She bend over to touch her soft and smooth feet and glide her delicate and loving hands up to the bottom of her skirt to lift it up. Her horny groin was exposed and ready for a very delighting show as she was wearing red and black panties that wouldn’t stay on her groin for long. She would lose the skirt, she would lose the panties, and if she still had her virginity, she would lose that too. She lifted one leg into the air and gently let it down into the steamy river of hedonism known as a bathtub, her other eye candy coated leg would soon join it. Aliyah kneeled down into the tub as if she were praying to the Egyptian queen and the sex god at the same time to feel Garrison’s thick and full hair. He was as soft as the Easter Bunny and comes more often than April once given the opportunity. He would soon have that opportunity as Aliyah began to sit on his lap to connect her gorgeous and blooming flower with his plump and juicy hot dog. But then, somebody had to cut the scene like Wal-Mart cuts prices.
“Cut cut cut cut cut!!” yelled Blackjack, who fancied herself the most desirable candidate for the tiara. “What are you doing? I told you not to do that just yet!…Come to think of it, now might be a good time for it? Shall we, Satin? Good! Everyone out of the tub and onto the bed! I found a way to make everyone happy. And take the panties out of his mouth, Memphis. We need that mouth if you know what I mean.”
The panties were removed from his mouth only to release an imprisoned groan of disappointment that the sex was interrupted like a rude right wing news bulletin. But when he was pulled out of the tub and guided to the bed like he was worthy of the tiara…and a sex change, his perspective was changed like a bad gasket.
Imagine this scenario if you will. You’re in the middle of the bed with a boner big enough to play billiards with and your surrounded by four beautiful and horny women who all want nothing but five million orgasms. Easy, huh? Now try actually living it. Garrison may have pulled off the impossible while others will pull off their sausage strawberries. How did he do all of this? Is Team Incubus really that valuable to him? Is he really a tactical and psychological genius? But even with these things, he could never EARN their horniness, could he? Well, seeing as how Team Amazon is a bunch of radicals who would give someone a vasectomy with a key saw for tossing out Affirmative Action, this really means something! Was Garrison truly a love god? Some would say he wasn’t, but even they have to admit he’s in the heavens right now. Now it was time to keep holy the Sabbath if you know what I mean.
What Garrison was about to pull (insert masturbation joke here) was something few could only dream of doing. And I say dreaming is because you have to be asleep to believe it. He had Aliyah laying face up to the left of him, Memphis laying to the right of him, Blackjack laying underneath him, and Satin laying on top of Blackjack with her butt over her face. It looked as if they were playing a game of Taipei. We all know that Garrison is the real player around here. He was about to screw four women at once as if he were a creditor. He had his left fingers in Aliyah’s pussy, his penis inside Blackjack’s, his right fingers inside Memphis’s and his tongue inside Satin’s. He would begin to please all four of them and send them to heaven to meet god. Each one of them screaming as if they were using Herbal Essences on their hair. At first, it was relaxing and delightful, but then their bodies began to writhe as if they were being possessed by the devil. They each had pleasure and energy running through them as they were being touched, licked, and boned. The first ones to orgasm were the two Egyptian princesses, Aliyah and Memphis. Their clits began to soften and cry tears as they were being fondled ever so lovingly. Each stroke tightened every muscle on their bodies and their thrashing around became more and more wild. Then suddenly, their floodgates of love began to open up and release a tidal wave of sticky juices, which washed up Garrison’s fingers like a seashell and produced a scream that was more delightful and pleasing to hear than a seashell. This only made his penis bigger and his potential for producing a tsunami of sweet bliss was greater. Blackjack’s muffled moans underneath Satin’s butt didn’t go unnoticed; in fact, they went free and served as pleasuring vibrations for Satin. Satin was screaming at both the vibrations and the tongue, but held onto the bed frame for security. Her eyes tightened and hardened as if they were vault doors, but soon, her love flower would be nothing like that. A few more hard and wet licks and Satin could no longer take it anymore. Her spray of sticky juices plastered the quivering and lustful mouth of Garrison. He swallowed everything that was sweet and thick that was dripping from Satin. She was officially over and pulled off of Blackjack’s face. Blackjack was the only one left and she was stuck with the best part of the love god’s body (no pun intended), his penis. The hard and gradually growing harder penis was thrusting in and out of Blackjack and felt the wet and sweaty pussy juices that were coating it with flavor. She was muffled once again as the panties from earlier were now shoved in her mouth and her arms were held down by all three of the exhausted and satisfied girls. Blackjack fought hard against her bindings and her gag, but it did nothing but tighten the sensation of the peeled purple head touching her clit with gentle, yet forceful power. She would continue to moan through the panties in her mouth and struggle until she finally gave in to the hard and wonderfully pleasing burst of energy that overcame her and caused her to coat the penis with sticky pina colata that would never want to wash away. Garrison felt the same overjoy that she was feeling and sprayed her with as much velocity as when he was lovingly ramming her. Tiredness and gentle darkness fell upon the two lovebirds as they immediately drifted into a vortex of dreamland. A beautiful love scene like this can make anybody tired as if they were pulling a 9 to 5er. Of course, they all wish it went from 9 to 5, but even sex gods need to close church on Sundays.
Garrison was still groggy and the sandman had dusted his eyes while he was drifting from a land of beauty into a land of beauty. By the time he woke up, he knew he had been had for desert by these beautiful and sexy sirens, but most of all, he had been had. He was handcuffed to the bed while they were all getting dressed.
“Wha….what’s going on?”
Blackjack’s incessant whispering throughout the whole night could finally be heard in translation especially for Garrison. “Oh, you’re finally awake! That was a lot of fun, you were really great in bed, but we have to get going now. You see, you got screwed hard tonight and it was fun for all of us. Now you’re going to get screwed hard again and it’s going to be fun for just us.”
“What do you mean?”
“While you were asleep, I was phoning some very special friends of mine that would love to meet you. And while they’re too busy getting acquainted, we’ll be downstairs spending all of this cash you have in your wallet! Not to mention the debit card that’s as juicy as your plump bratwurst.”
“You bastards! This whole thing has been a game all along!”
“That’s right!”
“But…what about the sex?”
“Oh, don’t worry. We enjoyed it as much as you did. In fact, that’s why we had to use you throughout this whole scene. You just got raped by four women! Imagine that! Now you’re going to get raped by three more! And they’re not people you want a conjugal visit from! Just relax while they get on their way.”
“You undo my handcuffs this instant! I’m serious! And you better not be spending my cash! You hear me?!”
I’ve been working on the railroad all the live long day…and now here come the fucking trains! A Dairy Queen type disaster was rolling through the hallway like a bowling ball and the crash would have much greater magnitude. Garrison could have sworn this was a cartoon, because suddenly, there were holes in the wall with the shape of bodies…really large bodies…bodies that could only belong to……..JUGGERNAUUUUUTS!!!! Ambrosia has the night off and she used it to get off. Garrison? Meet Diva, Siren, and Reinha. Now it’s time for…other things to be meeting and we’re not talking about a fucking company picnic, but we are talking about fucking.
“DOGPIIIIIIIIILE!!”
After having three Visceras piling on top of him like a highway accident, it seemed as if another accident was about to take place and I don’t want to say in his pants because they belong to the four girls now. But after crashing through the floor several times, he was not only out of the room, he was out of his consciousness. Every bone in his body crushed…and every bone ON his body bent like the spoon from The Matrix. Unconsciousness was the only way to get passed this horrible tragedy that was about to fall upon him…right after the juggernauts fall upon him.
The story was spread all over the news like a gut and brains sandwich. The spinning newspapers, as lame and cliché as they were, told the story loud and clear as if they were talking through a bullhorn. “Garrison Haines-Temons raped by competitors.” “End of Team Incubus?” “Will there be a grudge match?” “Is the rivalry really over?”. The answers didn’t come in the form of black and white print all over a newspaper, they came in the form of logical tickings that would tick in the brain of anybody…who even had one! No, yes, and no.
A week later, the rivalry was renewed like a subscription to Playboy coming to Garrison’s address. The match was set and Team Amazon was sure to be upset by the vengeful team of freaks. It was a full scale 6 on 6 battle in a game of Team Deathmatch. The playing field? An appropriate place if you really really want cold corpses, the Kalendra Ice Fields. Both teams gave each other the eye before they were sent into the battlefield to give each other hell. The battle was on like a prom dress. And like a prom dress, things are going to hit the floor! Game on!


THE END