Copulation Control

Copulation Control was a weird event. It was impossible for the contestants to know what would be waiting for them and there was almost no way to prepare for it. The event consisted of a series of instructions that were announced over the PA and that had to be followed as quickly and as closely as possible. The instructions were usually a mixture of predetermined -- compiled by a committee that had met regularly since the last Fuck Fest -- and spontaneous, collected via social media channels and supplied by fans watching the live broadcast. As such, the event was usually a crazy mixture of weird and wonderful sex acts and usually drew a large number of spectators similar to the Drench Dressing event.

This year proved to be no exception. In the very first scene, girls had to do a handstand while taking their partner's cock as deep as they could into their throat. Not many managed this feat; this was expected, as the unpredictable and sometimes nearly impossible nature of the instructions meant that this event was more of an opprtunity for especially athletic and adventurous contestants to earn a few bonus points. Natalie and I failed miserably; after a few false starts, she finally managed a proper handstand, only to slip and fall directly into my crotch, lodging my penis deep inside her and knocking her out for a few minutes. While the EMTs treated her, I watched my friends; Madison was giving the tip of Jackson's penis a succession of gentle licks while slowly and carefully moving her taut body up and down, but the real surprise was Rebecca, who used her past as a rather successful high school athlete to gulp down on Josh's cock again and again, even reaching far enough down to give his balls a few bonus licks.

The next challenges were a doggy-style race once around the hall, which was automatically lost if more than half of the shaft slipped out of the pussy, a rodeo where contestants had to perform adequately while sitting on a rotating and tilting platform, and a slightly claustrophobic hazard that consisted of being locked in a transparent cabinet that barely allowed any movement and having to come up with the sex act best suited to these conditions. Nat and I didn't do too well in the race, but made up for it during the rodeo, where I lodged myself so firmly in her ass that no amount of g-forces could unplug me. In the cabinet, we had the genius idea of doing a standing-up 69, which worked very well and earned us a round of applause.

The final challenge was a blindfold glory hole race, where the girls had to use only their mouths to identify their partners from among the dozens of cocks peeking out from a row of holes. I didn't have much to do during this portion and could enjoy the feeling of several inquisitive tongues probing my penis for familiar veins and other identifying features, before a soft, wet mouth closed around my shaft, made a tiny subvocal noise, and stayed there, treating me to a few more sloppy licks until time was called and Natalie was allowed to confirm that she had in fact found the cock she was looking for.

The tally after the event didn't do much to influence the overall standings, though Josh and Rebecca had, through ingenuity, athleticism, and quick thinking, been able to scrape a fair bit of mileage to make up for their blunder during the Freestyle Fuck.

Only two events were left for us to prove our worth. Next up was "Dangerously Deep", which I had been looking forward to from the beginning, followed directly by the grand, aptly-named Facial Finale, which was the cherry on top of the Fuck Fest sundae.

In order to clear our heads before the final rounds, we decided to watch a show match between two Jizz Jitsu fighters, a weird form of martial arts that basically consisted of highly ritualized sexual acts that were strung together using some archaic system that exactly dictated which acts could be performed as a response to which other act. I had resigned myself to the fact that I would never understand it, but it was nevertheless fun to watch the fighters contort their bodies and to listen to the excited commentator telling us that the "Way of the Hidden Dong" was a perfect counter to the "Glint of Sunlight Reaching the Mysterious Depths of the Anus".