The 5th guy’s jizz splatters against my forehead, trickling down my nose and falling onto my [cum-stained black bikini](https://www.reddit.com/r/AutumnFalls/comments/k9nnie/still_cant_believe_how_perfect/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share). My counting volunteer clicks her little silver device, keeping track of my total votes. Since every voter’s load is different, you can’t count it by just the *amount* of ropey slime hanging from each contestant, you’ve gotta count each shot.
There are 2 other girls hunkered beside me on the stage by the pool, and the line of spring breakers wanting to cast their vote in the contest wraps around the deck and extends out through the entrance gate. On my left, a perky blonde with injected lips sticks out her tongue for vote #7, which overshoots her mouth and ruins one of her fake eyelashes. It sags heavily with baby-glue and peels from her lid a bit, as a couple of encore spurts plop onto her silky, pink, padded C-cups.
To my right, a dark-skinned beauty with long braids squats in a teal one-piece, which leaves the front open so you can see all of her toned tummy up to her crafty, ample underboob. She’s surprisingly comfortable in her wide-legged squat, barely-covered pussy facing the world as a lanky business major drains his balls against her neck. She gives a little twerk-bounce as the gooey deposit slips between her cleavage, disappearing for a moment before running down her ribs to her navel. Her volunteer clicks a 6th vote into her total.
A doughy freshman steps in front of me. I glance up from his lime-green swim trunks to his flushed and freckled babyface, and give him a thin, welcoming smile as a shiny cum ribbon oozes down my cheek. His hand flurries along his modest, pale cock and he bites his lip, probably imagining me in all sorts of compromising positions.
As a junior in college, I’m not at the top of the social food chain, but my silky hair and generous tits-to-hips ratio certainly give me a boost. The chances of a teenaged scrub like this one basting me outside of this scenario are next to none, and he is clearly relishing that fact.
When his balls finally tighten up under his whitening knuckles, he hobbles as close as he can stand, pressing the slit of his cock against my cheek. A warm-up spurt kisses wetly onto my skin, followed by a series of pearly ropes that arc diagonally across my nose and forehead.
“Th-thank you…” he stammers awkwardly, stepping back for a mental snapshot before shuffling off stage-right. A click for vote #6.
In Blondie’s section, a coffee-skinned hulk wastes a third minute of her vote-collecting time trying to work out a stubborn orgasm.
“Are you close?” She prods, trying to hide the irritation in her voice beneath a cooing tone. She squeezes her tits together between her arms and pouts up at him, looking like a sexy, frosted cinnabon.
“Sorry, sorry — I jerked off this morning…” The hulk says, scrunching his face and trying to focus.
“Here, come here,” she sighs, patting his thighs to bring him closer. He steps forward and she pushes his hand from his shaft, craning her neck forward and swallowing the whole thing with ease.
“Ohf.. fuuuucckkk…” he shivers, resting big meaty palms on her head while she does her thing. *Fuck*, I think to myself, *I didn’t know that was allowed*. And for all I know, it isn’t. The rules weren’t exactly crystal clear, apart from the cash prize.
“Mmh, nhuh, uh, ffff—” he pushes her forehead away and chokes the head of his cock in one fist, aiming an absolute shotgun blast onto her disappearing features. The hanging eyelash is done for, washing down onto her collarbone in a river of runny cum. The hulk bucks his hips a few times, throwing dangly ropes onto her thighs and stomach before returning to earth and wobbling away.
8 for Blondie.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ka2xdb/f20_the_bikini_contest_part_1