Freestyle Fucking

To kick off the second day of the Fuck Fest, this rather relaxed contest was exactly what its name implied. Except for "no orgasms", there were no rules. Couples had twenty minutes to show off their chemistry and their mutual fuckability, collecting points for style, innovation, creativity, and fetishes. As we were once again being judged by a widely diverse jury, there was no way of telling beforehand which acts would earn us the most points. Exotic fetishes were high-risk, high reward; they were equally likely to net you bottom or top marks.

Nat and I were able to really bank on our relationship: Even though we were anything but professionals, we knew how to anticipate each other's moods and were able to react swiftly. We moved smoothly from position to position and never lost our rhythm. The only area where we were lacking was innovation: We hadn't had enought time together to really explore each other's fetishes, which resulted in sex that, while hot and satisfying, might be described as vanilla. We had also decided to keep our hands rather close to our chests when it came to deep throating: We knew that the Dangerously Deep contest was coming up and we were counting on high results in it; we weren't about to spoil them by showing off our skills in a contest where they wouldn't be properly appreciated.

Rebecca and Josh, on the other hand, made quite a few fumbles; they suffered from subpar communication, which came to a head when Josh, overeager to show what he was capable of, pulled his dick out of Becca, and, making use of their doggy style positioning and thinking her juices were adequate lubrication, rammed it into her butthole without warning. She let out a yelp of shock and lost her composure; although Josh quickly scrambled to salvage the situation using the supplied bottles of lube, the mistake had been made and the judges weren't particularly convinced.

Madison and Jackson took a calculated risk: As soon as the chief judge blew his whistle, they launched into a frenzy of anal destruction. This was the moment Madison's perfectly prepared asshole truly proved its worth: Taking thrust after thrust from Jackson's throbbing cock, Madison screamed and moaned and, to the incredulous looks of the jurors, begged him to spear her ever harder, ever deeper, ever faster. Jackson manhandled her like she was a sex doll, picking her up, twisting and contorting her, his penis never once slipping out of her ass by more than an inch, with Madison predicting his every move and rotating herself accordingly. In the end, their all-in, all-anal gambit paid off and they were treated to a standing ovation by not only the jury, but also by several of the other couples, who had completely forgotten they were supposed to be fucking and had been watching them with rapt attention.

The Freestyle contest was over as quickly as it had started and we had a short break to congratulate Madison and Jackson, compare our results, analyze what went wrong, and wonder aloud what challenges we'd be facing in the Copulation Control contest.

While we waited, the girls briefly checked out the queue of girls waiting to receive cunnilingus from Liam Riddell, reigning Tongue of the Year, but decided they wouldn't make it in time.