Tribal Tranny Gang Bangs 50 Men Ch. 03

"The Gang Bang Contest" (This chapter is a stand-alone story with an ending.)

Madam finds the most unusual contest. A Gang Bang Contest. The contestants will be five women who like being gang-banged.

So, we all pool our money. Madam and I have the biggest shares. But all the girls believe in me. The winner gets 80% of the entry fees. So we can quadruple our money. This really excites the girls.

It's in Denver, and Madam decides we'll close the brothel for a short vacation. All expenses paid by her. We even go first class by train.

I rest up. I eat right. Hydrate. Moderate sex. Really more relaxing sex with the girls. Almost no cocks.

I have 100% confidence in my cocksucking skills. And I keep my ass in shape with dildos. There's one I like to shake rapidly so it vibrates. The girls are always happy to help.

Seems the idle wealthy. Bored with regular sex. They get off on gang bangs. And they like specialists. Girls who can take the most cocks.

It's a spectator event as well as participatory.

For one single fee, pricks are welcome to fuck all they want, all day, all contest long.

Travelers come in from all over. Along with all the local men. Whole bunch of horny fucking cocks. A lot of hard pricks all ready to fuck. It sounds like heaven. For us and them too.

A smorgasbord of four cunts and me. I'll certainly add to the variety by being the only Trans.

Madam tells me what she knows about three of our four rivals.

1. The legend. The original gangbanger. Whatever notoriety gangbanging has in America comes from her. She's from New York City. But she is also the oldest, so she may be slowing down. Still a threat. 5'4. Compact. Good body. Hot. She just has that slutty feel to her. You see her and think, Prostitute.

2. 29-year-old Asian out of Boston. Brought from overseas to Boston for her gang-banging skills. It's just a job to her. Being a gangbang specialist. It's her occupation. But she's good. Real fucking good. She's a pro. 5'7. Nice full titties. Hot, shapely ass. Shaved pussy.

3. Out of Washington, D. C., and world-renowned. Known as "The Gang Bang Girl," she is 25. She really doesn't look like much. Smallish tits. Body on the thin side. Glasses. But Madam tells me, Don't be fooled. She is the front-runner. The favorite.

There's betting. Tons of it. All over the country. Maybe the world. Though this contest is not generally known. Money knows.

Being the only Transgender. My ass is more pliable than any pussy. It can take more wear and tear, so to speak. Of course they have three holes to my two.

But Madam doesn't just throw money away. She knows some guys may not want to fuck a Trans, or won't with four hot, spread-wide-open, world-famous pussies available.

But she also figures there'll be travelers and locals both who will be super hot and horny to fuck me.

Fuck me repeatedly.

See, the count is cums. Every time a cock cums.

I consider all this. I can suck cock after cock, no problem. My ass? Well, my ass is capable.

But this is a possible 20-hour endurance contest. A winner will be declared by the end of those 20 hours.

Madam got me a funny little seat cushion for the train ride. It makes the girls giggle. It has a hole in the middle. I use it, and I see how it helps. Especially on this train.

I'm nervous.

The girls are having the time of their lives. Picking up tricks on this train like fucking crazy. The girls are so attractive. Classy even, at least while traveling. Madam knows this trip is a good thing. If I win.

Who is the fifth entry? Her fee is paid by one wealthy man. We think she may be African American.

We get there and check out the setup. It is very nice and well thought out.

There's a main floor. Then balcony seating all around above us. Boxes up there for the wealthy too.

In the middle of the floor are five large round mattresses. Sweet. None favoring the other.

There will be 10 judges, which surprises me, but it's great. I'm going to win this fucking contest fair and square.

I am to be first there. Maybe because I'm trans.

That day I come out naked. There's some random applause. I'm certainly not a betting favorite. But I am going to win this title.

Soon they come out one by one.

The cheering is thunderous now. Each person here has their favorite. Their bets placed.

I'm not intimidated in the least. But I can see how some could be.

The first and oldest contestant gets a deafening cheer. I have to hold a finger in my ears. Sound is easily picked up down here. She is fucking hot. I imagine licking her body all over. She's built solid. I bet that body can fuck. But has she ever done 50?

The Asian is hot too. Super hot. Huge tits. Huge ass. Cute, open face. I do wonder with that weight about her endurance.

The favorite is unimpressive. She projects meekness. She's smiling. But I sense an underlying sadness. A deep-rooted sadness. It makes me wonder about her motivation for gangbanging.

My motivation? It's not the money. I like that the girls will make money. And Madam too. I won't fail them. But personal, what is it? I don't want to be known. Just the opposite, in fact.

Fuck, I just have to warn myself, "Snap out of it, Nadeen; now is not the time to wonder about my motive."

But the fifth contender is taking her sweet time. In any case, I'm going to beat this bunch of cunts and be The #1 slut. The Gangbang Queen. Fuck yes.

Still, I'm curious about the fifth contender.

What? It's Wendy! She's naked and just looks so fucking hot. I rush to hug her. We hug and kiss, not caring who's watching. We're both so emotional over seeing each other. But what is she doing in this contest? Last we heard, she retired and went off with her boyfriend. I can see the girls and Madam are as surprised as I am.

In one minute I get the whole story. Her Black boyfriend is her rich backer. They're married. I hug her. We can't stop hugging. Even smooching a little. She is so fucking hot.

It seems after being married. Being honest with each other. She needs other men and women too. And he likes it. He likes to watch. Even when he's not watching, he likes the idea of sharing her with the world. So, this contest.

She babbles. "Of course I knew what you did, Nadeen, but I didn't think you'd be here. I'll drop out," I tell her. "Kind of late for that, isn't it?" I kiss her deeply. I wish her luck.

She ain't beating me. None of these cunts are. I do love her, though.

The men start coming in. Naked. Some fat. Thin. Old. Lot of them young. There's about 30 to start. I can see a lot more waiting.

The men choose who to fuck. I get seven waiting to fuck me right away.

I wave a middle-aged man over. His cock isn't too big, but it's rock fucking hard. I give him a little suck, getting his hardon nice and slimy.

Then I have him enter me doggie. We fuck. Fast. Me humping with him. He cums in a minute. Perfect. Quick and easy. Good lube. He's lingering, so I kiss his calf, giving it a puppy-like lick. He's smiling.

Next inside me is a younger man. His cock is also not too big. Some thoughtful people back there.

He's banging me already. Enthusiastically ass-fucking me. He cums nicely in a minute or two.

I suck the third, letting him cum all over my face for the crowd.

I can see the other four girls all humping away. Wendy is right next to me, and she is so hot!

All I need to do is look over, and it makes my whole body horny. She's getting fucked and sucking both. I need to step it up, as the others are doing two cocks too.

Still doggie, I wave a couple pricks over. Four more imminently replace them, waiting.

Very soon the one I'm sucking cums in my mouth, and I swallow--good energy.

Just then my ass is filled again with more hot sperm. My butt's a sweet, horny mess now.

Two more. Young ones. They fuck good and fast. He likes my mouth. Face-fucking me until he cums. I pull back and take a facial. Seeing this sets the fucker in my ass off, and he cums too.

I glance around. We're all fucking in a fury. Wendy is taking three cocks and jacking two. Fuck. I can't do that. Unless it's double anal. Not good to wear out my ass like that. Fucking Wendy. She smiles at me.

The other girls are fucking three or four pricks. I need to pick up the pace. I hold up four fingers.

Doggy, I jack two, while sucking and fucking. Best I can do.

For several hours we all fuck and fuck and fuck some more. The men can take breaks. We get ten minutes an hour. That's to rest, eat and hydrate too.

I'm the youngest, and we think that will win it for me.

The first to drop out is the oldest. The legend from NYC. She made it through some rough hours. Sucking and fucking. Her pussy just gave out. But she kept sucking. Kept trying to take cocks in her ass. She just knew it was no use. The crowd was surprised and seemed disappointed.

She got the loudest ovation at the beginning, and here too. The favorite from D. C. hugged her. The legend left weeping.

Asia, as I call her, D. C., and Wendy. Madam knows something about Wendy but hasn't been able to tell me. During our ten-minute breaks, I need an ice pack in my asshole and on my jaw both.

I have to admit, a lot of the time, at this point. I'm just taking their cocks in my mouth and ass. Letting the men face-fuck me. Using my tongue a little, mostly when they cum. Some I fuck just for show, to keep the crowd with me; their energy helps.

My fuckers want me. Their enthusiasm makes up for my dog-tiredness.

It's freaking exhausting. Not just physically.

Fucking Wendy looks somewhat fresher, relatively speaking. She looks like a worn hoe too.

Like all us three.

I ain't fucking losing. No fucking way.

I am keeping up in count. Even with one less hole. I'm keeping up.

I think I can outlast them.

The men just keep banging us. All four of us. Fucking us. Getting blowjobs. Their cocks sucked. My ass just keeps taking em. All. All their fucking hard pricks.

There are new men. Fresh cock meat. While some fuckers keep fucking us day and night. But you can tell they've slept, maybe even bathed.

Fuck, just imagining a nice hot bath. But after I fucking win.

There's some kind of commotion. Asia is screaming. The judges and security are right on it. I just keep fucking. Wendy and D. C. both stop. Asia is pissed. She walks off steamed. She never returns.

Just the three of us are left. Just a few more hours of fucking.

Then during a break, amazingly, Wendy comes over to talk with me. She has her ice pack on her crotch.

I miss her. I do. Whatever her reason, it is refreshing for both of us.

We even laugh at the absurdity of all this. I love her.

Another hour of us three fucking. I'm so fucking tired. More cums. 50 minutes of sperm cumming, cumming, and cumming some more. So much fucking sperm. Loads of semen.

The whole place smells of it. It's not bad. It just is.

After this hour, Wendy's and my counts are actually up. We're fucking at an even faster pace. Generating more cums.

During the break I whisper something to D. C., something that's been on my mind from the beginning.

She drops out 30 minutes later.

Just Wendy and me. There's something to our worn body still taking cocks.

I still love feeling them in my ass. Even cumming in my mouth. I love their sperm. The taste.

I wondered if I'd be sick of it, but I'm not. Far from it. I want more. I can't get enough. It's all I'm eating.

As for my fuckhole. Yeah, this is more than the infamous gangbang that made my notorious reputation. Would I do it otherwise? No. But the girls need me. So does Madam.

I'm gonna win. Three possible hours left. Then that's it. Either way.

I have to be more used to it than Wendy. My outdoor all-night gangbang. She can't have been fucking like that without us knowing.

Anyway, such an unusual experience. But it does feel good sexually. Why am I surprised? My worn asshole. All the different sperm in my mouth. The fresh men. It's so one-of-a-kind exciting.

Best of all, it's me and Wendy.

Going back to my mattress, I wink at her husband. He knows we're like sisters. Closer than sisters. I really love her and am happy for her. But she's not going to beat me.

There is a look on Madam's face, though. What does she know about Wendy?

Wendy looks at me. She isn't giving up. And neither am I.

18th hour. Then the 19th hour is done too.

She has the slightest lead.

I can make up for it.

Now it's the 20th straight hour of fucking. I can feel The Captain. He wants me to win. Bring it home.

Before this final hour starts, I see Wendy's husband whisper something to her, then she nods. She looks at me glowing; she winks.

It's over before the hour ends.

Madam, out of her generosity, gives me half of her winnings. I, in turn, pass it on to the girls, as she knew I would.

We get back to the grind, so to speak. Of course, first, I rest for a full week, no fucking sex at all.

Otherwise, all of us are 100% refreshed. And all of us are 400% richer! Thanks to my slutty ass and mouth.

Seems clear enough. I won. Simple.

But, there is a postscript here. Months later, Madam tells me what she found out. Just before that final hour, there was a huge bet placed. By far the largest bet of the entire contest. It was on me. I was behind at that point, so supposedly this notorious bookie gave the best odds.

When that bookie lost, he was forced to pay off, and it bankrupted his business. He was still able to retire comfortably. But this bookie was infamous for cheating his betters. Whatever he could get away with. All the way down to not paying off winners. He was a very bad example.

After his retirement, a mysterious underworld entity, still mostly unknown, enforced uniformity. In other words, bookies only make money on their commission.

Of course, this reliability encourages betting. Gambling explodes. Becoming more common.

Silence. I look at Madam blankly. "That's it?"

She replies. "Yeah, Nadeen, that's it. Did you know Alice is getting her dress shop?" Alice happened to be Wendy's mentor here. "Nadeen, the girls sure like their winnings, don't they? Most of them are saving up to move on sooner than they would have otherwise."

She looks at me. "So that means I have to interview new girls. You know how I hate interviewing, Nadeen. And it's all your fault."

She's teasing me. She loves when a girl moves on to civilian life. There is a framed list in the kitchen of all the girls who moved beyond Madam. "Alice, dressmaker." will soon be on top.

I leave confused. I can be native. I like to ponder. It took me several weeks. But I did piece it together.

I didn't win. Wendy threw the contest. And her husband is the entity. He is much more powerful than he lets on.

Thinking further. It's because he's Black that he has to stay in the shadows. He's controlling White Man's gambling. At least the biggest bets. And he probably gets his cut, indirectly, from all local bookies too. I know commission is 5%, so maybe he gets 1%. But on every bet made, everywhere.

Good for Wendy. I always knew she was special.

But I can't just let her get away with cheating me out of my win. Maybe we can just eat each other out until one of us gives up.