Game Show

Next to me, Rebecca's knees spread. I was amazed how turned on she was getting, how brazen she was being in her excitement. My hand was now fully over her vagina, rubbing it through her clothing-- never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought she would let me do this surrounded by hundreds of people. My cock was aching in my trousers. I couldn't remember being this hard and this constrained. Did I dare get it out? I desperately wanted to feel Rebecca's hand around my shaft wanking it like the couple next to us, or even better to feel her mouth around its head, but I just didn't know how she would respond. How far could I go? Had she abandoned herself completely or were there still limits she would not allow? She moaned as I rubbed her pussy, watching the two women on stage have increasingly larger toys inserted into their anuses, and I decided to take a chance, to see how far I could go. Removing my hand from between her legs, I placed it on her stomach before sliding it beneath the waistband of her skirt and inside her knickers. My fingers found her pussy instantly -- it was wet and open. I thought that she would react badly, that she would clamp her legs shut or grab my hand and remove it, but she did neither -- if anything, she moaned louder and spread her knees further. I easily slid the first finger in and quickly let another spread her labia before plunging further in.

On stage, Clara was getting near her limits. Her eyes were scrunched up and it was clear that she was in a great deal of pain, no matter how much lube was applied to the sex toy, no matter how much the twin twisted and turned it in an effort to get it to slide in. Every thrust was met by an anguished cry and tears were beginning to stream down her face. I like watching the odd painal video on the internet as much as the next man, but this was going too far. There was no way she was going to be able to take the third and largest toy, never mind one of the huge dicks tat was waiting for her. The only question was who was going to give up on the £50,000 first -- Clara or her loving husband?

On the other screen, Anna's anus was dilating even more as the third, largest butt-plug was gradually slipped into her. It widened to accommodate the largest part of the sex toy and then closed around the handle. Whichever twin was in charge pulled it out again, and then slid it back in again. You could tell by the look on her face that she was getting into what was happening to her -- her eyes were closed with concentration and her mouth open as she panted desperately. There was a movement on screen and her fingertips appeared between her legs, playing with her pussy and clitoris. I slowed the movements of my hand in Rebecca's knickers to match Anna's.

"Oh god, yes..." Rebecca moaned. "Yes.... yes... yes... yes!" I looked around, hoping that nobody had heard her nut needn't have worried -- everyone was either glued to what was happening on stage or were fully involved in their own carnal pursuits. One brief look took in at least 3 erections and a couple of bobbing female heads. The guy next to me grunted, and I had a feeling he wouldn't be wearing his coat on the journey home.

Anna's twin had obviously had enough of fucking her with the toys he had been given and wanted a piece of the action. He pulled the toy out, leaving her asshole gaping and open. After giving his cock one last wank to spread a generous amount of lube over it and make sure it was as hard as possible, he straddled her and lined its head up with her hole. There were a few seconds of nudging and rubbing before the massive dick slid inside her. Anna moaned loudly, a moan of animalistic lust, and arched her back. That first thrust had only admitted the throbbing head of the penis, and the moans continued as he began to slowly fuck her arse, easing slightly more inside her with every thrust.

"Oh Christ!" she yelled as he plunged fully into her for the first time. "YES!" On screen, her eyes were rolling back in her head with pleasure while her lips continued to move.

What she was saying was instantly drowned out. Another scream of pain from Clara was quickly followed by a loud klaxon sound as Darrel pushed his big red button, unable to watch his beloved in pain anymore. The plug was removed immediately and Clara collapsed into the foetal position, sobbing. Charlie and Darrel, having ripped off the VR headset and tossing I to the floor, both rushed over to comfort her. I think everyone was looking at her, and a polite round of applause broke out as she finally sat up, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands.

What we didn't realise was that twin two was having the time of his life fucking Anna's tight arse and hadn't stopped -- she was still busy rubbing her cunt and moaning while his massive cock thrust in and out of her. Charlie looked slightly bemused and unsure what to do next. Surely they had heard the klaxon? Surely they knew she had won, that they could stop?

There was a whisper in Charlie's ear, and then someone on the production team had the bright idea to turn the sound on Anna's mic up so we could all hear the muttering, gasping words that had been too faint before, that presumably only the lucky bastard fucking her could hear. A stream of obscenity filled the auditorium as we heard her begging to be fucked, oblivious to what was happening around her.

"Fuck my arse," she mumbled. "Fuck my arse.... Fuck yes.... I'm going to cum... Don't stop.... Fuck me... I'm gonna cum.... Oh god.... Oh god.... I'm gonna cum.... Cum inside me.... Fuck me...."

I could see Anna's fingers, almost a blur between her legs, and shifted position to find Rebecca's clit again and matched her pace.

"I'm gonna cum," Anna said aloud, her voice growing louder again "Shit I'm gonna cum! Cum inside me! Please cum inside me! Please.... FUUUCCCKKK!'

And with that, three things happened at once. Anna's orgasm ripped through her, making her back arch and every muscle in her body tense up. This was too much for the big black twin embedded in her anus who grunted as he fulfilled her wish and released his junk deep in her bowels. At almost the same time, Rebecca's thighs clamped shut on my hand, she flung her head back and her body quivered as her own orgasm hit her.

I spared a glance at Ted, still wearing his VR headset. His mouth was hanging open and his dick was hanging limp in his hand, a second pool of jizz sprayed on the floor near his feet.

I turned to my girlfriend, taking my hand out of her clothing. She grabbed my wrist and, to my surprise, licked her grool off my fingers before kissing me so that I could taste her mouth and her pussy at the same time.

When I looked back at the stage, Anna had collapsed, still shuddering, on the massage bench with her legs splayed and a large (but softening) black cock still wedged firmly up her shitter. I watched a film once where a man who made cartoons was given a porn film make the soundtrack for -- there should have been a sound effect for when he withdrew from her. A few seconds later, a stream of cum flooded from her used and abused anus onto the bench, some of it dripping onto her body stocking.

I remembered Charlie's words from earlier in the evening: "the game show that explores couple's sexuality and tries to push the boundaries of what they find acceptable". Those boundaries had well and truly been pushed -- Anna's had discovered a love of having a large cock up her arse, Ted had discovered his cuckold side, and Rebecca had just overcome about a hundred inhibitions in 30 minutes.

*****

There was a small break before the final round. Clara and Darrel were escorted off stage, the two massage tables were removed (I had hoped that Anna would turn into a total slut and lick the cum that had dripped from her bum hole off the leather, but she'd not plumbed those depths yet -- at least not for free) and a large "Wheel of Fortune" type spinning wheel had been bought on stage.

Anna looked... fucked, to be honest! The pretty young mum who had been perched on a stool at the beginning of the show had been replaced by dishevelled whore. Her makeup was smeared and smudged, her hair a mess; the front of her bodystocking was still wet from the throat-fucking she had endured and there was cum stains on the legs and around the pussy. She looked like she could barely stand, and only just managed to stagger over to her husband who gave her a large kiss and gave her tits a hard squeeze.

I couldn't remember a time when my cock had been so hard without me taking it out and wanking it furiously, but I had no idea how Rebecca would react, despite her newfound liberalness.

"Anna," Charlie announced solemnly. "Ted. You have reached the final round of "Can You Take It All?". You have banked.... a total of..... £179,540!!!"

I had no idea how the total had reached that high, but I must admit I was relieved it had -- I would have hated for them to be degraded for anything less. Like everyone else, I clapped and whooped and generally showed my approval, admiration and, let's face it, amazement. Next to me, Rebecca was coming back to her senses and tidying herself up before clapping politely. Her face was flushed with excitement and post-orgasmic exhilaration.

"To choose what you will be doing in the final round, you will spin the wheel. Whatever game the wheel lands on, you will have to complete to win the jackpot. Complete it, and we'll double the amount in the jackpot fund to £359,080. Fail, and you'll leave... with.... nothing." Big gasp here. "Do you understand?"

Both of them nodded, but to be honest they were so punch drunk by what had happened they would have agreed to anything. I tensed as Rebecca's had rested on my crotch, squeezing my erection gently through my jeans.

"Tonight, Anna, you will be playing one of these four games: Fist of Fun... Cumartini.... Take 10... or Hole in the Dyke. Anything grab our fancy?"

"I... I'm not sure." She muttered. "I don't like the taste of cum and I've never been with another woman... Hole in the Dyke maybe?"

"Ted?"

Yeah... Hole in the Dyke...."

"Anna -- Spin that wheel!"

I watched Anna's tits move as she reached up and grabbed one of the pegs sticking out of the wheel and gave it an almighty heave. Ted stood behind her, hands on her hips, and they both watched as the wheel spin, the pegs hitting a clacker at the top so that we could hear the decreasing speed as well as see it. Red, blue, orange, green sped by over and over until the wheel slowed to one click every second then one every couple of seconds until it eventually stopped, and Charlie shouted:

"It's.... Cumartini!! Anna, we're going to ask as many members of the audience as possible to come on stage (no pun intended) and cum into this martini glass. Now, this glass holds 300ml and According to the World Health Organization (WHO), the average semen volume for a man is 3.7 ml, which means we'd need 81 men to fill it. Once it's full - or as full as it's going to get -- we're going to ask you to swallow the contents."

The look on Anna's face was a picture -- disgusted resignation sprang to mind.

"If you drink all the cum in the class, you'll walk away with a life changing ££360,000. Fail, and you'll walk away with nothing."

There was a pause as somebody obviously shouted "Cut" in Charlie's ear, his smile faded as he turned to see Anna put her head in her hands and press her face into her husband's chest. The pretty girl in the dungarees re-appeared.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced. "We need your help!"

*****

I turned and looked at Rebecca.

"Do you want to?" she asked.

"What?"

"Cum in the glass." Rebecca paused and bit her lip. "I want you to."

"You want me to cum in a martini glass," I asked in amazement, "And watch as she drinks it?"

Rebecca nodded. "Yes," she whispered. "Do you want to?" she repeated.

My cock was straining in my jeans now. I hadn't touched it in hours, but I was so aroused I knew I wouldn't last long when I eventually got it out.

"I'd rather cum on your face," I said, truthfully. And it was true -- Rebecca was beautiful, and I loved her and at that precise moment I could think of nothing more than covering her face in what I knew was going to be an immense load. Fuck, in this mood she may even let me take a photo of her cum covered face, or even video it on my phone! Or maybe, having released this genie from the bottle, she may be up for that anyway.

She leaned closer and squeezed my cock again.

"I want to wank you as you do it."

That was it -- I was out of my seat like a shot.

*****

By the time we got down to the stage side, there was already quite a queue. Of men. With their cocks out. In fact, Rebecca was the only woman.

Anna was kneeling again, this time holding a martini glass in front of her instead of a bowl full of piss. It didn't take long for the first man to take a step towards her, furiously wank his cock as he neared his climax. She looked up at him and held the glass towards him, obviously aware of the problems aiming an ejaculating cock, and watched with wide eyed fascination as, with a grunt, he pumped three or four jets of spunk into it. It was a lucky start though: another man was already approaching from the other side. Anna's efforts to make sure all the first load were caught in the glass simply made the second man's job more difficult. His first jet missed the glass completely and landed on her boob, the second on her leg after both of them tried to readjust their aim and the target, and then the last two dribbles in the glass itself.

And that's how it continued as we edged nearer, played out on the big screens and in the flesh in increasing close up. To be fair, most of the men tried to aim for the glass: I think there was only one or two who seemed to be aiming for Anna's face or hair or tits. It's also true to say that quite a lot of the first spurts of jism missed their target, overshooting and landing mostly on her body. Mostly. One particularly enthusiastic patron overshot the glass and his her squarely in the eye, at which point she nearly dropped the glass and spilt everything. God knows what would have happened then: make her Lick it up off the floor? Whenever there was a slight break in proceedings, the pretty girl in the dungarees would step forward and scoop up any cum that was on her face and drip it into the glass, which was getting full of a creamy mass of jizz.

With every orgasm, Anna looked more disgusted yet more resigned to what was going on. There was a grimace on her face and her nose wrinkled as she tried to hold the glass as far awa from her as possible. By the time we were near the front of the queue, the smell was pungent, the glass was nearly overflowing, and I was worried I'd missed my chance. The man in front grunted and came and then it was our turn. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and finally release my straining cock from its constraints. Rebecca stood behind me, reached around to grab it and began wanking me furiously, pulling my foreskin back. I looked down at the woman I had been lusting after all evening, semi-naked and covered in a variety of bodily fluids. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with shame and regret. I almost felt bad about cumming but was too far gone. I grabbed my cock and, pointing it as close as I could at the martini glass, unleashed a torrent of jizz like never before. Most hit its target, some hit Anna's hand and some splashed into the puddle that was forming around her. I groaned with pleasure as Rebecca continued to milk my cock until every last drop was squeezed out.

*****

"Anna," Charlie said softly. "You have five minutes to empty that glass and win £359,080. Your time starts... now!"

Instantly, the cheering and encouragement began, not least from my own girlfriend. "Drink it!" she mouthed, staring at the stage.

Anna bought the glass to her lips and tilted it so that the smallest amount of cum touched them, obviously hoping to take a small sip, before gagging and pushing the glass away from her. Tears welled in her eyes, smudging her mascara. "I can't!" she mouthed at her husband, and the tears began to flow in earnest. Ted knelt down behind her, stroking her hair and we heard him encouraging her as the clock ticked down... come on, baby... just one big mouthful... for little Josh... Holding the back of her head, he guided the glass back towards her lips. It touched them and then, slowly, she opened her lips slightly and let some of the creamy yellow liquid begin to enter her mouth. She could only have let a small mouthful in before she pushed the glass away again; a long string of spunk connecting it and her mouth eventually broke and fell onto her chest where it nestled between her boobs. We could see the effort this was taking -- she screwed up her eyes and swallowed, to a cheer from the audience, before leaning forward and retching, spitting onto the floor in front of her. When she sat up, spit dripping from her chin and eyes watering, she shook her head slightly and looked pleadingly up at Charlie. She got short shrift.

"Anna, you've had toe minutes."

"Come on Anna," we heard Ted whisper, "Just one more big mouthful...."

Again, he guided the glass and this time her trembling hands joined is. Eyes closed, her mouth opened wide and we watched a large globs of spunk dropped form the rim of the cup into her mouth. When most of the glass was empty, she again pushed it away and sat, breathing through her nose.

We thought she'd done it, we really did, but before she could swallow any more, she gave another huge retch and sprayed the entire mouthful out -- mostly over the stage but also over herself, her husband and, most satisfyingly, Charlie's shoes. A groan of disbelief went up from the audience followed by a polite round of applause and some cheers of commiseration as Anna again sat hunched over retching, coughing up a mixture of spunk and saliva, spitting out the taste onto the floor. Ted sat rubbing her on the back like most blokes have done when their girlfriends had too much to drink but you could tell how pissed off he was - £350 grand gone in an instant.

When she eventually managed to stand up, we gave Anna a huge cheer which I'm sure did nothing to alleviate the shame and humiliation she must have been feeling, stood covered in bodily fluids, her body on show to everyone having just performed a number of intense sexual acts for literally no recompense whatsoever. There was to be no retirement, no windfall. Just a return to work knowing that everyone thought she was a slut -- a dirty, nasty, anal loving piss whore of a slut

Charlie waved goodbye and strode of the stage, leaving the dungaree woman to round up proceedings as she tried not to get any jizz on those purple Docs

*****

Unsurprisingly, I got an email a couple of months later saying that "Can You Take It All?" had not been commissioned, that the pilot episodes were not going to be broadcast (and, furthermore, all tapes of the pilot episode had been deleted), and that we had signed a comprehensive non-disclosure agreement preventing us from discussing what had happened. There was a definite whiff of litigation about the whole thing; I wondered if Anna had finally come to her senses and threatened to sue the arse off the production company or whether their own lawyers had seen the tapes and gone into apoplectic fits thinking about the censors and critical response. Had they conned a group of innocent, gullible people into making a nasty porn film? We'll never know, although me and Rebecca did recognise skanky chav and her husband in a raft of porn films around the same time, including Roger Cox's "Anal Housewives 3" around the same time.