Closing Ceremony

Seeing Jackson and Madison on that stage, knowing they were being watched live by millions of people around the world, was breathtaking. Madison was still wearing the cum costume Jackson had supplied her with, and she was subjected to a storm of flashing cameras. Tomorrow, her picture would be plastered across every newsstand in the world, and even now, her cum-covered body was making the rounds on social media, accompanied by rave reviews and universal praise, and I felt sure that it would go down in Fuck Fest history as one of the most epic finishes ever.

Madison and Jackson accepted their trophy, their hundreds of thousands of dollars in prize money, and their invitation to the coveted All-American Fuck-Off, where they would be competing against the very best, who had surely taken note of their impressive performance by now and were dreading going up against them.

Josh, Rebecca, Natalie, and I were also more than happy with our performances: We had all finished in the top sixteen places, which meant that we, too, would be going to the All-American Fuck-Off -- albeit only as extras. Still, this meant that Josh and I would be allowed to cream on the cream of the crop, which included superstars like Lauren Axon, Madeleine Hemmant, and, as of today, our friend Madison, while our girls instantly turned dripping wet at the prospect of being allowed to wrap even one of their holes around the cock of someone like Aidan Ainsworth or Michael Pillinger.

It had been a glorious weekend, and, none of the girls bothering to wipe even a single drop of our closing cumshots off their bodies, Madison and Jackson treated us to a celebratory meal, complete with exclusive waiters and waitresses for our enjoyment, which we never could have afforded without their spectacular skill at fucking.