Hump and Pump

"I think I'm just going to get all three of them off. At the same time." Stacy murmurs.

"What?!" Even the usually enthusiastic Riri is shocked.

"Is that allowed?" Stacy asks casually.

"I guess so, it's just nobody's ever... Ladies and Gentlemen, I think we're in for quite an exciting show! Slutty Stacy is planning to work on man 1, 2 and 3 simultaneously!!!"

Stacy tries to block out the sound of the roaring crowd as she puts man 2's dick in her mouth and stretches her arms to reach and grab man 1's and 3's cocks at the same time. After she's successfully adopted that position, her body arching over the central man, arms spread wide, there's nothing left to do but get to work.

Yes, she feels like a massive slut right now. She's never done anything like this. But this is like the opposite of "Whose Line is it Anyway" - the rules are very strict and the points are the only things that matter. Her Conversion Point debt decides how severe of a mind warp she receives at the end of the night. That's literally the only thing at stake.

That is, other than my self-respect, I guess.

It turns out, it's a lot more challenging to pleasure three men lying next to each other like this at the same time than she anticipated. She's stuck in a very awkward position, with her core muscles having to hold up a lot of her weight in order to be able to pump up and down with both of her hands, and also bob back and forth with her head.

As much as she hates to admit it, it's not sustainable. Her posture quickly worsens, and soon she's **** to rest on at least one elbow, reducing the efficacy of her masturbatory efforts. And who knows how long it'll take to make the middle man cum with just some weak sloppy head.

No, there's only one thing for it.

I just need to remind myself none of this is real another twenty times first.

"You better be grateful for this, you lucky fucker." Stacy says out loud.

She stands up and, still blindfolded, removes her panties from under her skirt. Then, facing man 2's upper body, she lowers herself down into a squat, guiding his babymaker into her tight slit.

"Wow, you're riding him raw! Are you really sure about this, Stacy?" Riri asks with a tone full of awe. "You don't even know who he is! What if he gets you pregnant?"

This isn't real. You aren't real.

"I guess I'll be a single mom, then, won't I." Stacy replies dryly.

"Wow, do you hear that, ladies and gentlemen? Stacy is willing to have nakadashi and risk becoming a mother with Man number two in order to win the Grand Prize! What a total slut!" Riri says with delight, reinvigorating the live audience's screams of excitement once again.

Stacy is too committed to this act to think twice now. She transitions to a kneeling position, one thigh either side of Man 2's loins, and then reaches for the other two cocks once more, and begins her Pump and Hump with wild abandon.

In order to be able to reach the other two men, Stacy finds that she has to adopt a low grinding motion on the man below her, which means that his John Thomas is balls-deep inside her pussy, brushing against all those sensitive spots at the back as it jostles around inside her.

Still, it's more comfortable than before, and she can now really focus on making sure that all three cocks are receiving sufficient stimulation to bring them to orgasm. That's not to say that it isn't hard work, and it's probably less efficient than focusing on a single dick. But it's definitely faster than getting each man off one by one.

The other side effect of vaginal intercourse is, of course, Stacy's own pleasure. At first she's somewhat horrified that this outrageous sex act is turning her on, but it's not long before she's lost in the enjoyment of it all.

"How does his dick feel inside you, Stacy?" Riri suddenly asks from right next to her, after an undeterminable amount of time.

"Oh, it's fucking good." Stacy admits. After several minutes of cock riding, all her desire to retain some semblance of dignity is going out the window. "Fuck yeah..."

Stacy continues to lose herself to the joy of riding a nice sized cock. The fact that it's either a simulation or a guy she doesn't care about allows her to be selfish, too, pretty much treating him like a fuck toy whose only role is to bring her pleasure.

No, wait, shit, I do actually have to make them cum though. Stacy suddenly remembers. And I have no idea how much time there is left.

Stacy picks up the pace on her double hand action on men 1 and 3. She reasons that no normal man is going to survive almost 30 minutes of vaginal action, which makes the handjobs the most risky. It's important that she gets them to blow as soon as possible.

Man 3 orgasms first. Stacy hears a supressed moan to her right, and then a warm wet feeling on her thumb and index finger as the upper part of her fist gets coated with cum.

"Well done Stacy," Riri whipsers, "but I'm afraid that wasn't Matthew. You'll have to keep going."

Stacy shrugs with annoyance but is at least appreciative to be able to remove her right hand from its hard work and use it to support more of her weight. And now she's less stretched out, and also her brain has less muscles to focus on simultaneously controlling.

Now that Man 3 is out of the way, Man 1's handjob can be cranked up another gear. And with Stacy's superfast pneumatic action, it's unsurprising that he's soon grunting his way to his own climax, covering her left hand with his sticky goo.

"That's another man you've made orgasm, Stacy." Riri again speaks with a whipser. "Again, it wasn't Matt. Gomen nasai."

"Don't worry." Stacy retorts. "This one's at his limit too."

Stacy had felt what Riri could not - the fast-paced breathing of a man on the brink and the tell-tale twitching of a dick about to cum.

"HNNNGGGNNNNN!" Sounded a familiar voice, and a warmth flooded into Stacy's nethers.

"Ah fuck, I'm cumming too." Stacy mutters. The feeling of getting a creampie is one of Stacy's favorite feelings in the world, and she was already near her peak. This was the perfect thing to send her over the edge, along with the confidence that she'd just won the game. She shudders and keeps bucking her hips as the wonderful wet feeling between her legs sends surges of euphoria through her body.

"Wow. Just wow." Riri speaks with a somewhat subdued tone. "Stacy, would you please mind standing up for a moment?"

Stacy complies, on wobbly legs, stepping back a couple of steps so that she's not standing over Matthew. She feels feminine hands on her thighs, gently encouraging to spread them, and then there's a lewd sound as some globs of cum find their way back out of her love tunnel, now assisted by gravity, and begin to ooze down her thigh.

"Wow, he really emptied his balls inside of you. Is this really okay?" Riri wonders. "Look, there's only thirty seconds left on the timer anyway, so I'm going to remove your blindfold now, okay?"

"Yes." Stacy is rather keen to get her sense of sight back, and visually confirm her victory.

After the blindfold is removed, the lights in the studio are very bright, and it takes a few seconds for her eyes to adjust, but eventually she can see the four men lying on the ground in front of her.