Final(r)

On the way to the stage they had microphones attached to the collars of their clothes.

As Christy entered the stage, Mike thought he saw pieces of cheese on his girlfriend's lips and pubic hair around her mouth. But he didn't have time to look behind the curtain before he saw a small hand with nasty fingers grab her panties and drag her backstage.

Their microphones were already on and the whole room could hear what they were talking about.

"Aaaaay, I feel so bad! Look at me, I can't go on stage like this, there's too much blood. You have to help me clean it up!"

"But everyone is waiting for us! And why is it so big?"

"It developed a blood clot because you overworked it during rehearsal. It's your fault! *I will lose the competition in disgrace *cry* and then I will die *cry*"

"Wait! Okay, I'll help you, but make it quick."

...

Christy agreed to help Bob with his "problem". She realized it was cheating, but the life of an innocent (yeah, fuck sure) kid was at stake. She considered herself a loyal girl, but she couldn't afford to leave a man in a life-threatening situation that was her fault (more like her stupidity).

She pulled down his pants and shoved his huge, disgusting dick down her throat. The whole audience could hear

*glog* *glog* *glog* *glog* *glog* *glog* *glog* *glog* *glog* *glog* *glog* *glog*

Mike was stunned, he realized that his favorite girl was being throat fucked by a fat fucker who reeked of sweat a mile away. His girlfriend was doing to a fat little virgin what he had been urging Christy to do since the beginning of their relationship, but she kept refusing.

Christy was focused on the trial, she wanted to help this poor boy as soon as possible because they still had a gig to do.

Bob grabbed the back of her head with one hand and drove his dick almost all the way down her hot, drooling throat. With his other hand he grabbed her scrotum and put his 2 balls in her mouth. Now the girl every guy dreams about was holding his tennis ball sized balls in her mouth in addition to his huge dick! Christy just rolled her eyes and continued sucking almost unconsciously.

At this point the stage erupted:

"Oohhhhh!!! Take my balls in your mouth too, it looks like a clot has formed there too. Oooohhhh!!! Now stick out your tongue and massage my prostate. We still have to go on stage. Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Michael snapped out of his stupor and in a rage threw himself on stage with the intention of beating the little shit up. But he was quickly rounded up by security as soon as he jumped on stage.

"You idiots! Don't you hear what's going on?!"

Michael was furious and tried to explain to the guards that his innocent girlfriend had been tricked into sucking a fat asshole off!

"Calm down, it's scripted and part of the sketch. Do you really think such a beautiful girl is going to get fucked in the mouth by such an ugly little guy?"

Michael was somewhat relieved by these words, but he didn't understand why Christy had agreed to such a humiliating scenario that made him look like a cuckold.

By this time, Bob was nearing his climax, pressing his angelic face into his hairy pubic area and beginning to release gallons of his stinking reproductive slop. Right down Christy's throat.

After a minute, Christy was still reflexively sucking his dick and balls. Bob didn't want to end it, but he realized that if they were discovered, there would be more trouble. He freed Christy's throat from his cock and balls and walked onto the stage alone with a satisfied face, his pants wet with the saliva of the juicy BIMBO slut who was giving him a slobbery throatjob. Christy, on the other hand, lay passed out backstage at the same time.

When his performance time was over, he took advantage of the fact that the evil cummerbund was being held by security guards and filled the day with meaning as the best day of his life.