The 100m Sexathon Champion Pt. 01

Author's note: This is an illustrated (no nudity), group-sex, unconventional, psychological matriarch fantasy that's most appropriate for those who understand and appreciate the powerful dynamics (and sometimes insanity) of those siblings who are driven to please their demanding mother. I hope you appreciate Part 1 of this story. I thank Literotica member, author, and photographer BeyondBoudoirPhoto for the photographic image that complements the story's text. I also thank Literotica Editors Roftlheory and Cymoril for their valuable feedback.

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Thursday Day 6, 6 pm

"Ping, Ping, Ping," Ashley's cell phone rang.

Although she didn't recognize the caller's number on the phone's screen, no doubt it was an anonymous admirer who sought to bust a nut.

Ashley received more than fifty calls a day ever since she posted on numerous anonymous hookup sites that she was available for heterosexual men in the area who desired to gangbang a hot young woman. While she didn't show her face in these posts, images of her tantalizing body were visible.

The ages, marital status, body shapes, and ethnic and religious backgrounds of the participating men were irrelevant to her. She wasn't looking for mental connections with any of her 'fuckers'. The only criteria noted in her posts were that they had to be at least eighteen years of age, practice good hygiene, be able to get off within six or seven minutes, and be drug- and disease-free. No thugs, weirdos, kooks, or smokers were allowed.

"Hello. What can I do for you?" Ashley began.

"Hi, is this Ashley? I saw your post on Tinder. I'd be happy to give your body a workout this Friday," the man offered.

"Are you okay with sloppy seconds? How much time do you need to get off? Please note that you'll be on the clock. Finally, how large is your penis?" Ashley queried.

"I've got a solid seven inches," the caller bragged.

"If you fulfill my posted criteria and are available this Friday from five to eight pm, I'll text you the location of the event tomorrow. If you are 'cumming', take a shower beforehand. Once you arrive and register at the front door, pay my assistant the twenty-dollar participation fee to partially cover my expenses," Ashley stated her rules.

"I'll be there. Count me in," the enthusiastic man got on board.

"Please note that I'm not a prostitute or escort. I'm doing this for my enjoyment and for those guys into group sex. No extreme stuff will take place, and that includes piss and scat play. Security will be present for everyone's safety," she warned the caller.

"I'm fine with that. Sounds good to me," he agreed eagerly.

"To protect our identities, cameras and cell phones aren't allowed. I'm limiting tomorrow's event to twenty-five sane men. Once I hit that number, the availability for Friday's sexual adventure ends. I, therefore, recommend getting there early," Ashley advised.

"I can't wait. I'll be one of the first at the event," he promised.

Doing the math, Ashley figured she had to offer twenty-six gangbangs with twenty-five men per session to reach her sexathon target. To beat her sisters in their over-the-top battle, Ashley calculated it would take her eight or nine weeks to achieve her goal if she could tolerate three extreme gangbangs a week. If she could manage just two, thirteen weeks would suffice. The latter was a more realistic timetable.

"What was I thinking? Obviously, I had too much to drink last Friday evening. What an idiot! I hadn't a clue how difficult this battle would become. I enjoy screwing, but nearly seven hundred men is madness," Ashley had second thoughts about her decision to engage in so much sex.

"One of those peckers might be more than a foot long. It would wreck my pussy or ass. My dumb-ass sisters are constantly pushing the envelope and getting me in trouble," Ashley complained.

Ashley always blamed her sisters for the consequences of their crazy competitions, even when she was the primary instigator.

"I wish there were a way to get out of this battle, but I can't withdraw. If I did, I'd never hear the end of it. Rachel, Sharon, and Marcia would laugh at me for the rest of my life, and they'd call me a 'Big Baby'. At least the '100m Sexathon Champion' will be a Guinness record that won't be broken for years," Ashley concluded.

Ashley turned on her computer and logged on to the Literotica website. She searched for 'gangbang' stories until she encountered one of her favorites, namely EmmaSlut18's 'Tricked into Interracial Gangbang'. Ashley had a thing for athletic black basketball players.

She turned on her Hitachi Magic Wand and placed the vibrator on her clit. Pitifully, she didn't get past the story's first page before she got off.

"FUCH YEAH! HERE I GO!" Ashley screamed loud enough for her neighbors to hear in her apartment complex.

"Whew! That was a good one," Ashley confessed when she recovered.

"I've got to increase my training to get better prepared for what lies ahead," Ashley decided.

She turned the vibrator back on and continued her strenuous workout. She was determined to get off at least four times this evening.

"ALRIGHT. HERE COMES NUMBER TWO," Ashley shrieked. She was starting to work up a good sweat.

****

Friday Day 1, 11:20 pm

Six days earlier, Ashley and her sisters, Marcia, Sharon, and Rachel, were sitting on a semi-circular couch in their favorite nightclub, drinking one Margarita after another, getting drunk while listening to the loud music and checking out the available men hovering around them.

"What about the one in the blue & white-checkered shirt? Isn't he hot?" Sharon focused on a nearby muscular guy.

"I agree. He's filet mignon. Look at those Bruno Magli shoes. He obviously has money and good taste. I bet he drives a Porsche, Mercedes, or BMW. Even though he's older than me, I'd fuck him in a heartbeat. That's why I'm always clubbing without panties," Ashley admitted.

"When I'm up for a quickie with an upscale, handsome guy like him, all I do is move to a poorly lit corner of the club, lean against the wall for balance, pull up my skirt, and my aroused pussy is ready to go," Ashley initiated her trash-talk.

Ashley stood up, smiled, and flashed those in the nightclub around her.

"Pull down your skirt. Stop showing off. Did you 'vajazzle' your pubic area with glued rhinestones? That genital decoration is over-the-top. What's wrong with you?" Marcia chastised her goofball sister.

"Returning to the topic, why just one stud? I'd fuck him bareback and the good-looking black guys he's with. No doubt, the latter have large cocks based on the length of their fingers," Rachel tried to outdo Ashley.

"You're both wimps. I'd get the owner to close his club and let every man here have his way with me, even the old farts sitting at the bar. I'm sure they haven't had primo pussy in years," Marcia countered.

"Just your pussy. I'm a three-hole slut," Ashley upped the ante once more. "Not only would I let every guy here enjoy my cunt, but I'll also offer my ass to those who prefer that hole."

"You don't have the guts to do that. There's got to be at least fifty guys here. The resulting anal pain would be excruciating if you took on that many, even with plenty of lube and poppers," Rachel guessed.

"I agree with Sis. You're all talk and no action," Marcia seconded.

"Fuck you. I'm willing to back up my claim. What about you?" Ashley challenged her sisters. She was getting pissed.

"You're always exaggerating. You've told some whoppers in the past. Marcia, Rachel, and I would require proof if you claimed you had anal sex with all of these men," Sharon dismissed her sister's wild claim.

"I'll prove it. Why don't we have a four-way battle to identify the best slut?" Ashley proposed.

The sisters competed against one another their entire lives in their attempts to get their mother's love, attention, and favoritism. It was impossible to ignore a challenge among them, no matter how stupid, difficult, dangerous, or extreme it was.

"You're both wimps. If I'm going to enter such a demanding sex event, I might as well battle the globe. Why not go for a Guinness world record for one who isn't an established porn film star? What about it? Are you game, or will you chicken out like in the past?" Rachel countered.

"Get real. Are you serious? I never lose. Be prepared to get destroyed once again. What are the rules in your proposed contest?" Marcia claimed her superiority.

"Guinness has numerous records in all kinds of human speed, endurance, and distance categories. I've been told this British site has more than sixty thousand recognizable achievements in every imaginable subject, including sex," Rachel educated her sisters as to what was possible.

"I enjoyed the Paris Olympics. Florence-Griffith Joyner is the current 100m record holder in women's Track and Field. Amazingly, no one has done better in the last four decades. In the 1984 and 1988 Olympics, she won three gold and two silver medals."

"Besides her running skills, Flo-Jo was an inspiration to women at many levels, including her bold fashion statements. Who can forget her iconic, brightly colored, six-inch fingernails, as well as her one-legger and hooded tracksuits? She had style. She was a pop-culture icon. Her legacy continues to live on years after her premature death," Rachel fondly remembered her mother's track-and-field idol.

"The Olympics and Flo-Jo got me thinking. Why not have a 100m championship in sex? One hundred meters corresponds to 328 feet. If the average penis is six inches, one of us must have sex with 656 men to become recognized at that distance," Rachel did the math.

"It took Flo-Jo only 10.49 seconds to achieve her best performance. It might take one of us months to achieve a Guinness world record in this bizarre speed, endurance, distance, and sex category," Ashley guessed.

"So, what! We're in our twenties. What's a few months to us? I don't see my sex drive diminishing soon," Rachel refused to let it go.

"Aren't you afraid of getting an STD from one of those guys you have anonymous sex with, even if all of them claim they're squeaky clean?" Sharon expressed her health concerns.

"The only thing we must worry about is AIDS. To prevent getting HIV-1 infected, make your 'punters' wear condoms. Alternatively, take a prophylaxis antiviral drug. That's what I'm doing. I'm also on birth control pills to ensure I don't get pregnant," Rachel revealed.

"More problematic, I doubt any 'John' is going to freely give us his real name, telephone number, or address. He won't want others to know of his involvement in group sex, especially if he's married. Even single guys will do everything possible to remain anonymous. They don't want their high-and-mighty friends, family, and coworkers to know their secret lives and dark fetishes," Ashley speculated.

"We can't even videotape our sexathons due to the fear of the participants getting recognized if the resulting videos went public. How will the winner prove she had sex with so many strangers? Few would believe us, including the 'Record Management Team' at Guinness, especially after the bogus claim of how many participated in Lisa Sparks's infamous 2005 gangbang. Iron-tight documentation would be required," skeptical Ashley continued to question her sister's challenge.

"To verify our claims to a tough judge and jury, how about we number batches of index cards before we begin? Every participant in one of our gangbangs must register and have a picture taken of his junk with the appropriate numbered index card in the background. It's going to be nearly impossible to identify a guy simply based on a snapshot of his sex. The first to obtain 656 images of sequentially numbered cocks wins the contest," Rachel proposed.

"I enjoy anal. Do I get a bonus if I let a punter bonk my ass?" Ashley enquired.

"You don't," Rachel decided after some thought. "A guy might start in your vagina and finish in your ass or vice versa."

"What happens if a guy prefers a blow job rather than vaginal or anal sex?" Marcia questioned.

"It's his choice. Every sex act counts the same if he cums in one of your holes," Rachel decided.

"What about repeats? In that regard, what if a guy wants to participate in multiple gangbangs?" Marcia asked.

"A repeat counts as a second sex act if the same man ejaculates twice inside you but at different times. There must be at least an hour interval between every repeat to ensure he reloads. Ideally, it would be on different days," Rachel declared.

"I like the index-card verification process. I'm confident our contest will be acceptable to Guinness. In my instance, I'll have a witness present to verify the number of men I have sex with. She'll also independently note the day and time the photograph was taken on the signed index card. There will be no doubt about my number. I'm, therefore, in," Ashley agreed.

While Ashley was the one who initially suggested a gangbang competition, this tournament had escalated substantially. She really didn't fancy entering the contest as it currently stood, but she had no choice.

"It's a yes for me. I'll use the same verification process," Sharon got on board.

"Fine, I'm also in," reluctant Marcia decided. Maricia exhibited an enthusiastic demeanor, but she was worried. She hoped her sisters were bluffing.

"Okay, we're all set. Is there anything more to discuss? Now's the time to wimp out if you must. I propose we begin next Friday. That's seven days to get mentally and physically prepared for what lies ahead. That time interval also gives you a chance to back out. To be clear, that's not happening on my end. Finally, no jumping the gun," Rachel warned.

****

Friday Day 1, 11:55 pm

While the three sisters were discussing their competition, 'Mr. Blue & White-Checkered Shirt' approached Ashley. He tapped her shoulder. Ashley quickly turned around, startled by the unexpected physical contact.

"Hi, I'm Blake Johnson. I decided I would regret it tomorrow if I didn't introduce myself. Can I buy you a drink?" he offered.

"Sure, why not? I'm drinking Margaritas," she informed the handsome guy.

"Great, I'll be right back. I just got to make my way through the crowd at the bar to get our drinks," he announced as he began to head in the opposite direction.

"Wait a minute, I'll accompany you," Ashley offered.

Turning to her three sisters, "Are we done? Enough talk. I'm here for some action. Don't wait for me if you decide to leave. I can take an Uber to my apartment. I got a feeling that things are going to get interesting in the next couple of minutes," smiling Ashley informed her sisters. She gave them the 'thumbs up' sign.

As soon as Ashley left, a group of horny men descended on Rachel, Sharon, and Marcia. Ashley grabbed Blake's arm, and the two quickly headed toward the bar.

"Who are your friends? Are they okay if you leave them? Won't they miss you?" Blake tested the waters.

"They're fine. They're just my sisters. They're here to listen to the music, have a few drinks, and trash talk. On the contrary, I'm looking to spend some quality time with a hot guy. Are you here with anyone?" Ashley also tested the waters.

"I'm not. I was disappointed with how the evening was going, but things appeared to have turned around for the better. I'm glad you're here," Blake held Ashley's hand and pulled her closer.

Ashley could feel his erect cock bulging out of his pants when they physically touched. "My my, you appear to be packing. Your last name suits you. Can you use that thing?"

Blake laughed and then responded, "It's functional. Do you want a trial run?"

"Maybe. Let's have a couple of dances first. Prove to me you're worthy of my attention," Ashley became more interested.

"What's your favorite song? I slip the disc jockey $10 if he'll play it for you," Blake offered.

"Make it $50 for Whitney Houston's I Wanna Dance with Somebody, followed by Mazzy Star's Fade Into You, and finally Mariah Carey's We Belong Together. I'll make it worthwhile if you can make that happen," Ashley promised with a sparkle in her eye and a mischievous grin.

"You got it," Blake agreed.

He quickly headed across the dance floor to the source of the music. While talking to the club's disc jockey, Blake pointed in Ashley's direction. He opened his wallet, and Ashley saw the exchange of money. Seconds later, Whitney Houston's incredible voice could be heard in the club. Numerous couples quickly descended onto the dance floor. It became so packed that Ashley's and Blake's bodies were forced together.

"I couldn't believe it when you flashed the room. I've never seen anything like that. Are you into exhibitionism? I couldn't make out the vajazzle image from my vantage point. What was the rhinestone design on your body?" he pressed.

"It's a bumble bee. While bees give immense pleasure via their honey, they also can give an awful sting when angry. That's symbolic of me. If you want to get my honey, be mindful of the consequences if you cross me," Ashley warned.

While still in a tight embrace, Blake's hand slowly drifted downward toward Ashley's ass. He quickly discovered she wasn't wearing panties. He looked into Ashley's eyes. She smiled, grabbed his other arm, and placed it on her vagina separated by the thinnest of fabric.

"I'm wet. Can't you tell?" Ashley encouraged the man.

Blake pulled up her miniskirt and felt the heat of her vagina. The room was so crowded that his actions couldn't be easily observed. He placed one finger in her pussy and another on her clit. Rubbing her button caused it to expand and poke out, ready for action. Ashley trembled and almost tumbled to the floor due to her wobbly legs.

The second song in Ashley's playlist began, namely Fade into You. This time, Blake sucked his soiled fingers. He then kissed the nape of Ashley's neck as if he were a vampire feeding on his prey. The neck was Ashley's weak spot on her body. The nerve that ran under the skin on the left side of her neck had a direct route to both her brain and pussy.

"Shit. I'm not going to last," Ashley whispered in his ear. "It's your lucky day. I've had too much to drink."

"Let's leave for my pad," Blake offered.

"Fuck that. Let's do it right here," Ashley countered.

"You're kidding me? There's got to be a hundred people here!" Blake couldn't believe her outrageous proposition.

"What a wimp. Follow me. Don't say anything," Ashley ordered.

She grabbed Blake's arm and pulled him into a dark, deserted corner of the nightclub where they couldn't be seen.

"Take it out and fuck me this instant while I'm at the peak of my arousal. My pussy is ready. It's now or never, Buddy," she set the rules of engagement for their intercourse.

Ashley leaned against the wall and pulled up her skirt to her belly button. She put a finger on her lips to remind him not to make a sound. She stretched out her legs, thereby opening her pussy. Blake unzipped his fly, pulled out his hard cock, and inserted it into the warm hole in front of him. Mariah Carey's We Belong Together started playing in the nightclub. Ashley began silently mouthing the song's words.

With her ass touching the wall she moved her body slowly up and down on him to stimulate her G spot. Little friction was needed.

"Fuck yeah," Ashley whispered. She bit his lower lip and quickly had an intense orgasm. It was a solid nine on her orgasm scale. "I love that song. It always gets me off."

As ordered, Blake didn't say anything. Ashley felt him stiffen. He pulled her closer to get maximum penetration. He then let out a soft moan. Seconds later, his injected cum began to drop out of her vagina onto her legs and shoes. The two embraced for another couple of minutes.

Ashley finally spoke. "Wow. That was incredible. Having sex in a public place is a huge turn-on for an exhibitionist like me. Thanks for getting me off. Maybe I'll see you again the next time I'm here?" Ashley politely tried to send Blake on his way.

"What! Don't you want to spend the night at my place?" Blake countered.

He was surprised that Ashley only wanted a quickie. He held the keys to his BMW in his hand, intending to bolt the club with this firecracker for a wild night of sex.

"Silly, I arrived with my sisters and must leave with them. We both got what we wanted. Let's not make it complicated," Ashley made it clear where she was coming from.

Ashley kissed Blake on his cheek in a dismissive manner and headed back to the couch where her sisters were sitting. Just before she arrived, she turned and waved to her eye-candy plaything. Blake's mouth was open in shock. It just occurred to him that she had used him. Apparently, he was nothing but a piece of meat to her.

Shortly after Ashley sat back down on the couch, Rachel opened her pocketbook and handed Ashley a handkerchief.

"Only a three-song fuck? You must have been really turned on. You're not spending the night with 'Mr. Blue & White-Checked Shirt'?" Rachel enquired.

"Na. I've already forgotten his name. I don't have time to deal with any guy right now. I have to get prepared this week for our contest. That's all that's on my mind," Ashley reminded her sister of their upcoming battle.

It was now after midnight. The four sisters grabbed their things and headed out. Not far away from the club's exit door, their deceased mother suddenly appeared in the thin air. She glared at Ashley and shook her hand in a disapproving manner. She often did that to her problematic daughter, who exhibited a classical 'middle-child syndrome'.

"Oh, Mom. Get over it. It's just casual sex. It's not a big deal," Ashley reminded her mother things are different these days.

****

Sunday Day 3, 9 am

On Sunday morning, Ashley sat at her desk and stared at the index cards in front of her. It was a huge pile.

"Never mind the wear and tear on my body, I didn't consider the battle's complex logistics and exorbitant costs. I'll have to rent a room for each gangbang. That will be ~$150 for starters. I then must pay an assistant I can trust to help register and organize these fuckers. Moreover, I've got to consider security and cleanup costs," Ashley finally comprehended the enormity of what lay ahead.

Miraculously, Ashley's mother appeared in the room. She gave her daughter another disapproving glare and shook her head in disgust.

"What, Mom? Okay, I screwed up. The situation got out of hand. I know I kept pushing the envelope, but it started out as innocent trash-talking," Ashley tried to explain what happened.

"I heard every word. Look at the mess you've gotten yourself into. Are you going to confess to your sisters it was an act, or are you going to go through with it? I hate a big mouth who can't back up her bravo," the woman chastised her daughter.

"Do I have to participate in this insane battle? Can't you intervene?" Ashley begged her mother.

"I won't. Perhaps this will teach you the importance of thinking before speaking. There are consequences for one's words and actions," she preached.

After admonishing her daughter for her incredible stupidity, Ashley's tough-love Mom disappeared. She wasn't going to give her daughter an out on this massive screw-up.

Needing advice and help, Ashley grabbed her cell phone and called her best friend, Tina.

"How's it going?" Tina greeted her former college roommate.

"Are you busy today? I've got myself in a serious predicament. Your advice is required. Can we have lunch somewhere quiet where we can talk? It's on me," Ashley started their dialogue.

"It's a nice day. Why don't you get a couple of Deli sandwiches? I'll meet you at noon in the picnic area in the park near your house after Church. I'll have corned beef on rye, a dill pickle, a bag of chips, and a Coke," Tina placed her order.

****

Sunday Day 3, noon

"I'm intrigued. What's going on?" Tina tried to deduce how her friend messed up.

Tina had regularly bailed Ashley out of her jams ever since they first met in college. Tina took a bite out of her sandwich and waited for Ashley to open up.

"I'm in over my head. You've got to keep this a secret, though. I can't lose my job. My boss is a staunch Baptist. I doubt he would be willing to accept unconventional sexual behavior from one of his employees. Can you believe it - my sisters and I agreed to have an anonymous gangbang competition to identify the biggest slut among us? That's it in a nutshell," Ashley brought her friend up to date.

"Oh my! Have you done this sort of thing in the past? What's the most men you've had sex with in a single day?" Tina questioned, unaware of this kinky side of her best friend.

"I've participated in an MMMF once when I got drunk during a College Spring Break. The most partners I've had in a single day or night, therefore, are three. In my defense, they were hot basketball players on the same team. They did everything together," Ashley divulged.

"I'm shocked but also envious. I've always been monogamous in my relationships with men," Tina admitted. "What was it like? Considering you had three partners in one night, how many times did you get off? Is there more you're not telling me about your current jam?"

"Unfortunately, it gets worse. To become the 100m Sexathon Champion, I must have sex with 656 men. Other than that, there are no rules," Ashley described the huge task ahead of her.

"I don't even know twenty men who would have intercourse with me if I were so inclined to invite them. I was hoping you could give me valuable advice," Ashley started to panic.

"I don't know what to say. Can't you offer a lame excuse to withdraw from this absurdity before it begins?" Tina suggested.

"Impossible. My sisters would see through my attempt to sulk away. I'm desperate," Ashley whined.

"I don't know how I can help. How many men can you manage in a day?" Tina tried to do the math in her head.

"Apparently, brothel workers and crack whores service large numbers of Johns every day. Supposedly, 251 men participated in the 1995 taped gangbang of Annabel Chong. I know she's a 'pro', but I should be able to cope with twenty-five," Ashley guessed.

It will be challenging, but I think I can manage that number in a three-hour stint if each gets off quickly, I pace myself, and I limit the number of gangbangs each week. I should be able to do it in approximately seven minutes per partner. At that rate, I suspect I'll eventually need twenty-six gangbangs," Ashley calculated.

She continued, "I've got to have someone organize the process. Would you be willing to do that? I'll pay you. At $50 an hour, you would earn $150 in cash for each in-person event."

"I'm not going to fluff any of these sexual deviants. What will I have to do to earn my money?" Tina tried to assess the demands on her.

"It's easy. All you must do is register and screen the men at the front door. We agreed to take a picture of each man's cock with a numbered and dated index card in the background to verify each sex event. Once that's done, your job is essentially over. However, I would appreciate help tidying up. I might be in poor shape at the end of the marathon," Ashley speculated.

"Okay, I'll do it, but what about security? I recommend hiring an experienced bodyguard to ensure things go well. What happens if a sicko shows up?" Tina worried that things could get out of hand.

"One of my brother's friends is a bouncer at a downtown strip club. He's an intimidating, large black man. He's constantly in the gym pumping iron. No one is going to mess with him. Unfortunately, I doubt he's cheap," Tina reminded her friend of the substantial expenses she was facing.

"Considering my fee, the bodyguard's fee, and the cost of a motel room and its clean up, you could be talking about nearly a grand. What were you thinking? You're going to take a substantial financial hit when you consider the contemplated number of gangbangs. My advice is to withdraw from this insane contest immediately," Tina counseled.

"As I said, I'm committed no matter how crazy it gets. What would my mother say if I chickened out? I refuse to let my sisters beat me in a challenge. It's just not my way. It's not how I was raised," Ashley declared.

"I decided to charge a modest twenty-dollar participation fee. Hopefully, the $500 from these men will cover my expenses. The security guy might accept less money if I offer an incentive, namely first 'dibs' on my heavenly body. If you have his telephone number, I'll call him and negotiate a manageable fee," Ashley offered.

Tina scrolled down the contacts on her cell phone until she came across the name 'Jayden Stone'. She showed her friend his telephone number, and Ashley made the call.

On the third ring, the man answered the phone in a deep voice. "Who's calling? What can I do for you?" the conversation began.

"Hi, Jayden. You don't know me, but I'm Tina's friend, Ashley. Tina is the cute sister of one of your poker buddies. Anyway, I'm calling to see if you would be interested in a paid three-hour security 'gig'. There's no work for you to do other than watch over the proceedings to ensure nothing gets out of hand," Ashley offered.

"As long as you can confirm nothing illegal is going to take place, my standard security fee is $100 an hour. If that's acceptable, tell me more about the job before I commit," Jayden sought more information.

"Essentially, I agreed to have anonymous sex with twenty-five strangers in three hours this Friday from five to eight pm at a local motel. Tina will be present to check them out and sign them in. All you must do is monitor the situation from a distance. There's nothing you must do unless one of these guys goes temporarily insane," Ashley explained the offered position.

"I was hoping for a more modest fee because I don't anticipate a problem and because I'm not rich. I'm not going to make any money off this event. Can we make a deal to minimize my expenses? If you reduce your fee to, let's say, $50 an hour, I'll have sex with you before the gangbang begins," Ashley bargained.

"I'm sending you a couple of pictures. I'm confident you'll be pleased with my looks. I think that's fair compensation, and you still get $150 for little, if any, work. That's decent pocket change for three hours of just being there."

"My six-hour shift at the 'Pussy Cat' strip club starts at ten pm. Everything must end by nine-thirty. I'm not going to jeopardize my regular job," Jayden declared. He paused speaking. He must have been looking at Ashley's photos because he then said, "Are these accurate? You're better looking than the current group of strippers at my club."

"Why aren't you working there? Lots of guys would fancy stuffing dollar bills in your thong while you're giving them topless lap dances. Strippers with natural breasts are in high demand. You could also get plenty of action in one of its private rooms where anything goes. I suspect you could make at least $200/trick," Jayden guessed.

"I'll reduce my standard security fee to $50 an hour if I get to fuck your pussy before the gangbang begins. However, you must also let me have your bubble butt when it ends. Do we have a deal? Before you decide, I warn you my BBC exceeds eleven inches. It's also as thick as a beer can. So far, no woman has been able to take all of it," Jayden proudly declared.

Tina gasped and put a hand to her mouth when she heard Jayden's bravado. Ashley signaled her friend with a wave of her hand to keep quiet. She required time to assess her options.

After considering his demands for a minute or so, Ashley finally responded. "Okay. That seems fair. I, therefore, agree with your proposal. While I've never experienced one as big as yours, it will stretch out my hole before the others arrive, thereby allowing me to move things along at a faster clip. Tina and I will contact you again once we finalize Friday's event and determine its location," Ashley closed the deal and hung up her phone.

"I can't believe I'm going to be part of this insanity. Are you really prepared to take his BBC twice in my presence? I'll have to go to church to get absolved of my voyeuristic sins. You better start posting on varied adult sites to line up your 'dates'. You're running out of time," Tina reminded her friend.

****

Friday Day 7, 4 pm

Seven days after the sisters had their nightclub conversation, the sex contest began in earnest in four separate locations in the city.

"What motel did you select? Text me its location and room number. If the gangbang starts at five, I'll be there twenty minutes earlier. While I'm setting up, Jayden can receive his down payment," Tina reminded her friend.

"It's Room 168 at the 'Sunset Motor Lodge'. It's at the far end of the motel, away from prying eyes. Don't worry, it's safe and not too seedy," Ashley described the site. "I already checked it out."

At 4:30, Ashley showed up at the motel she selected near a truck stop off the interstate highway. She chose it because the room was oversized with a kitchenette and because it cost only ninety dollars. The punters also didn't have to check in at the motel's front desk. Apparently, it was a favorite, no-question rendezvous location for those having illicit affairs on the side.

Its price was a bargain because few stayed long. It was often rented multiple times on the same day. She selected a first-floor room at the far end of the two-star motel so that the comings and goings of the numerous cars and their male drivers wouldn't draw attention.

Ashley stripped down and rubbed scented moisturizing lotion over her body. She was nude except for one noteworthy item. It was a vintage 'USA Track & Field' windbreaker like the one Flo-Jo wore in the Seoul 1988 Olympics. She got it online at Amazon for only $50. Ashley wore it unbuttoned, thereby allowing access to her breasts. In her mind, the warmup jacket was the same one used by Flo-Jo just before she broke the 100m world record.

Ashley continued to prepare for the afternoon activities. She placed five bottles of Listerine mouthwash next to the sink in the kitchenette, as well as a couple of large tubes of KY jelly. A box of condoms was also placed there for those who favored protected sex.

Ashley opened a tube of the lubricant and rubbed huge wads in her ass and twat. She then put the dozen cloth towels she brought on a table stand, as well as a roll of paper towels and a water bottle.

To prevent damage to the hotel's king-sized bed, Ashley removed its comforter and sheets and stored them in the closet. She then put on the two bottom sheets she brought to prevent the mattress from getting stained.

Jayden and Tina appeared minutes later. After greeting Lisa, Tina concluded it was time to begin. Before the 'fuckers' arrived, Tina moved the room's desk and its chair closer to the front door to define her space and to process the men more efficiently. She placed printed index cards #1 to #35 on the desk in front of her, along with her cell phone, a magic marker, and a box of thirteen-gallon trash/storage bags. She brought extra index cards just in case they were needed.

When Tina finished setting up, she unzipped Jayden's pants and pulled out his junk. Using her cell phone, she took a snapshot of his semi-erect penis with index card #1 next to it. Its time and date were handwritten on the card. After taking the photo, she threw the used card in the waste basket to prevent getting mixed up.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" Tina gave Ashley one final chance to back out.

Ashley rolled her eyes and grabbed the foot-long dildo she had brought. In front of Jayden and Tina, she inserted the humongous silicone toy in her pussy and turned on its vibrator to get warmed up. Ashley set the vibrator's dial to its maximum setting. A loud humming sound could be heard. She rapidly approached her first orgasm.

"Fuck yeah. That feels great. I'm ready. I'm almost there. Let's do it, Jayden. You get the first crack at my twat. Use your slut as you see fit. There are no sloppy seconds for you, Buddy," Ashley started the event.

"Get on your knees and give me a hands-free blow job. No teeth, though. Once I'm hard, I'll wreck your pussy. I'm going to send you to paradise. At the end of the night, after being fucked by so many pinprick losers, you'll beg for my meat in your ass before we leave. You'll start and end on a sexually high note. How do you fancy it the first time?" Jayden let Ashley decide.

Even in a semi-erect state, Jayden's penis was the real deal. He hadn't exaggerated. Ashley placed its head in her mouth and started to suck. His BBC kept growing until its veins became prominent. All she could fit in her mouth was its mushroom head.

When he was stiff, Jayden pushed Ashley onto the bed. She got in a kneeling position and grabbed the bed's headboard as he forced his massive dick inside her from behind. Jayden didn't give a shit if Ashley got off. All he cared about was his own orgasm and receiving his agreed-upon down payment.

"Let's do it doggy style to ensure you get maximal depth," Ashley elected.

Because the mega dildo had stretched out Ashley's vagina, he slipped in with less effort than she expected. Jayden fucked her with incredible force. His schlong was like the piston on a steam engine going in and out at maximum speed.

From the other end of the room, Tina monitored the full-throttle sex act in front of her. She was amazed that her friend could accept such a monster. She'd be in severe pain if more than half of his penis entered her tiny frame. Six inches was about it for her. Four inches were preferred.

"Take it bitch, like the trailer-trash whore you've become," Jayden ordered.

He slapped Ashley's ass to the rhythm of his screwing.

"I'm not going to last," he warned.

"Do me. Dump a load in me. I'm almost there myself. Oh shit. Here I go. I'M CUMMING FOR THE FIRST TIME TONIGHT," Ashley shouted.

Seconds after Ashley climaxed, Jayden buried his entire cock in her cunt, pulled her hips backward to get full penetration, and then shot millions of sperm inside her.

"That's it, slut. HERE COMES MY JIZZ," Jayden voiced when he climaxed.

He pulled out and kissed his partner on the lips. "Thanks, Baby. That was incredible," Jayden admitted.

Watching Ashley and Jayden mate, Tina pulled up her skirt, pushed her panties to the side, and rubbed her clit forcibly with three fingers. She fantasized giving strangers lap dances at the Pussy Cat. With a hot guy, she might be willing to go further in one of the club's private rooms. Lacking a boyfriend, she had a six-month dry spell. Within seconds after seeing Jayden climax, Tina got off.

While getting dressed after doing the deed, Jayden spoke affectionately. "Congratulations. You're the first woman able to take my entire length. When this sexathon is over, I'd enjoy knocking you up and seeing your belly blow up with our chocolate baby inside it," Jayden proposed.

"I'll take your BBC regularly if that's what you want, but I'm not ready for motherhood. I barely have my act together. At least you get to have me another fifty times," Ashley reminded him.

"Good enough," Jayden conceded. He could live with that.

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Friday Day 7, 5 pm

At the designated time, the first stranger in the gangbang arrived. Tina explained the process to him and the others who followed. Once he paid the registration fee, she instructed him to strip and place his clothes, wallet, car keys, and cell phone in the thirteen-gallon trash bag she gave him.

When naked, she took a snapshot of the man's penis with dated index card #2 in the background. She then threw the used card into the wastebasket. Using a black magic marker, she numbered his storage bag '#2'. He was then instructed to move to the other end of the room to wait his turn. He was also encouraged to take a swig of mouthwash.

"Okay. Who's next? Step up to the plate. What it's to be - mouth, pussy, or ass?" Ashley offered the obese man with short grey hair who approached her. He was old enough to be her grandpa. He also weighed over three hundred pounds.

"I'll bugger your ass from behind. I've never been with a woman who agreed to have anal sex with me," the excited man revealed. He was so enthusiastic that precum leaked out of his hard-on.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Gramps?" Ashley edged him on. She spun around on the bed and pulled her ass cheeks apart to give him easy access.

He quickly inserted his four-inch pick in her greased hole. He rested his fat gut on her butt and fucked her. Pathetically, he failed to last sixty seconds. After he climaxed, he grabbed one of the towels and wiped his micropenis.

Tina handed him his bag of clothes and other personal items. The punter dressed and left as fast as possible. He didn't say another word. He hoped no one would recognize him. The longer he stayed, the greater his risk of being identified.

Already feeling guilty, he prayed his wife of forty years would never learn of what had taken place today. He removed his wedding ring from his pocket and slipped it back on as he entered his Chevy and drove away. Looking at his watch, he couldn't believe he had been in the Motor Lodge's room for only eleven minutes.

"Where's #3? It's your turn," Ashley attempted to maintain the gangbang's momentum.

A balding cracker stepped forward. The redneck in the line of men stopped jerking his dick. He was amazed at his good fortune. Who would have thought a week ago he was going to have the opportunity to screw a beauty like this one for free?

For the next two hours, Ashley had anonymous sex in every conceivable way. Most of the strangers were so aroused that they didn't last long. When the last dude left, Tina announced it was over.

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Friday Day 7, 6:45 pm

"Wow! Congratulations, you pulled it off in just one hour and forty-five minutes. At any time, did you think you were about to 'tap out'? You're a better woman than me," Tina conceded.

Exhausted, Ashley gave the thumbs-up sign and attempted to stand. She couldn't and quickly fell back on top of the cum-soaked bed sheet. Tons of jizz dripped out of her fucked pussy and ass. She also was covered with the fuckers' sticky goo. It was starting to congeal on her skin.

Jayden stepped forward and undressed once again.

"That was hot, but you're not done. It's time for me to get paid in full. Give me that incredible butt. That was our agreement. It should be well-lubricated. Ass up and head down. You know the drill," Jayden ordered.

Aware of the documentation procedure, he grabbed Tina's cell phone, placed dated index card #27 next to his rigid cock, snapped a picture, and then threw the used card in the waste basket. He handed the phone back to Tina.

Ashley grabbed her legs and pulled them apart to open her asshole.

Even though there already were seven loads in her bum, she let out a gasp when Jayden's cock got buried to the hilt. The previously deposited cum squirted out of her by volume displacement, ending up on the bed sheet as Jayden worked his python into her. Unlike his first orgasm, Jayden took his time fucking her ass.

"OMG! You're so big that I don't think I can accept all of it in my more sensitive butt," Ashley uttered.

"It's only painful the first time you experience the beast there. You'll do better next time. It's going to take time, but eventually, I'll stretch you out," Jayden assured Ashley.

"You know you hunger for it. Don't you want to brag to your sisters that you're the only woman who was able to satisfy me? Beg me to hammer your hole. Once you're airtight on my prick, I'll bust another one inside you," Jayden promised.

"Fuck me. The others were a joke compared to you. That's the truth," Ashley confessed.

"HERE I GO BITCH FOR THE SECOND TIME," Jayden cried out when he climaxed.

When done, he pulled out and grabbed the last cloth towel to wipe himself. He once again dressed. Tina kissed his lips, patted his bare behind in a loving way, and placed $150 in his hands.

While sitting in the cesspool of jizz, Ashley drank her bottled water and spoke clearly for the first time.

"Wow. I must be crazy, but I loved it. I lost count of my orgasms. What a rush, especially the first one from Jayden's anaconda. Near the end, I was running out of steam, but I'm proud I could service so many in such a short time. I'm a wee bit sore, but I think I'll recover by tomorrow. Thankfully, none of the punters' cocks were huge," Ashley failed to mention Jayden.

"DON'T FORGET MY BBC!" he shouted.

"Since I also fucked you twice, you're now on index card #28. Just think, you only have to get screwed another 629 times, fifty by me," Jayden reminded Ashley.

Tina removed the dirty sheets and placed them in a trash bag to take to the laundromat. She once again covered the bed's mattress with the hotel's sheets. To make the room more presentable, Tina picked up the remaining garbage and took it with her. If the motel's management knew what happened in Room 168 today, the team wouldn't be allowed back. Alternatively, its cost would double or triple.

"After you shower, let's plan your next gangbang. Don't forget, you have at least one more this week. I've always craved a pair of Christian Louboutin red-sole high-heel pumps, but I couldn't justify their obscene expense. It costs a grand to buy a pair of those designer shoes. There go my earnings from the first seven gangbangs," Tina calculated.

She took her $150 share of the afternoon's proceeds and put the money aside in her purse. Tina had already decided how to spend her initial share of the takings.

"Just $850 more to obtain my cherished shoes. Maybe I'll purchase a Saint Laurent handbag as well," Tina considered how to spend the rest of her anticipated income from these gangbangs.

While climbing in the shower, Ashley informed Tina and Jayden, "I've got to recuperate for a couple of hours, but I agree time's a-wastin'. I'm happy with this location. What about you? Let's talk later tonight, Tina," Ashley gave her friend a heads up.

"Jayden, I'll text you once Tina and I plan the next late-afternoon gangbang," she announced.

Jayden waved goodbye and exited the space to get something to eat before starting his shift at the Pussy Cat. He counted his money as he exited the room to be sure he was compensated correctly.

"Tina, be sure to take home any unused index cards. Finally, please add your twenty-seven index-card pictures to our gangbang working file and then Email me a copy. Let's not mess up the verification phase of this contest for Guinness," Ashley reminded her friend.

"I'll do that and call you later tonight," Tina responded. She grabbed the dirty laundry and garbage bags and headed out.

Ashley glanced at her text messages. "I started advertising my next event at noon today. Amazingly, I already have sixty willing participants. I think I can take on thirty fuckers in my next gangbang. The good times I'm offering sex-starved men must be rapidly spreading in the community via 'word-of-mouth'. Lining up these punters isn't going to be a problem," Ashley thought while scrubbing her body with strong disinfectant soap.

She already had vomited up buckets of their spunk and had rinsed her mouth out with an entire bottle of Listerine.

"Thankfully, having sex with so many men wasn't as bad or difficult as I thought. I'm relieved. I admit I was worried how this would turn out," Ashley concluded.

While the hot water flowed over her body, Ashley tried to predict her next couple of crazy battles with her sisters.

Steam filled the bathroom. Ashley's mother suddenly appeared and floated in the mist, just a couple of feet away.

"In addition to the 100m, don't forget Flo-Jo is the current 200m world-record holder," she reminded her daughter.

"You're spot-on, Mom. Thanks for pointing out that fact. Tina, Jayden, and my sisters don't know it yet, but I'm going to become both the 100m and 200m sexathon record holders. You'll be proud of me when I accomplish both goals," Ashley responded to her mother's prodding as she always did.

Once again, Ashley intended to outdo her sisters. When one of their ridiculous clashes ended, another began. It was as simple as that. The four siblings were in constant communication with their domineering mother even after her death. Their rivalries originated from their shared desire to please the family's matriarch.

"Did I honor your idol sufficiently today?" Ashley sought her mother's approval.

"You did, but you're not done even if you achieve the 100m and 200m records. Do you know who you are up against? I talked to Flo-Jo today. She got a kick out of your sexathon battle, but she reminded me that she also won a silver medal at the 1988 Olympics in the 4 x 100m relay race," she informed her daughter.

Decreased Flo-Jo suddenly appeared. She stood behind Ashley's mother. All that was visible was her face. She was nodding when her best friend in the afterlife reminded Ashley of her accomplishments in the Olympics.

"What are you trying to say, Mom? Do you eventually want me to join forces with Rachel, Sharon, and Maria to conduct a four-woman relay race to match Flo-Jo's team of sprinters and any challengers we encounter this year?" Ashley queried.

"Once you're the 200m champion, it will be time for another clash. Now isn't the time to let up. I didn't raise a quitter," the older woman chastised her dillydallying child as she often did.

You're right, Mom. For once, why don't my sisters and I join forces? Our symbolic baton will be the vast number of cocks we experience as a team. No one is going to beat us," Ashley concluded.

Now that her daughter understood what she desired, Ashley's mother wrote 'Love You - Mom -' in the mirror's condensation before she miraculously disappeared into thin air along with Flo-Jo.

"See you later," Ashley looked to the mirror and then to the heavens while speaking to her mother for what she thought would be the final time that day.

She wiped the mirror and stared at the face of the beauty in front of her.

"You still got it, Girl," smiling Ashley thought.

Ashley dressed, reapplied her smeared lipstick, and prepared to head home. "One down, twenty-five to go," she told herself.

Just then, there was a faint knock on the front door of the motel room. When Ashley opened it, the young desk clerk she had met earlier when she checked in now stood in front of her. There was a noticeable bulge in his jeans.

"While I was trying to study on my shift, I saw all of the men who entered your hotel room in the last couple of hours. I'm on my thirty-minute break. Do you have time for one more guy? With a 'freebie' incentive, I'll keep my mouth shut," the nerdy boy with glasses tried to blackmail the fox in front of him.

"How old are you?" Ashley questioned.

"I just turned eighteen last month. I'm legal. Do you want to see my driver's license? I'm a first-year student at the nearby Community College. Because I don't have any money, I work part-time here to cover some of my college expenses," he volunteered.

"Are you a virgin?" Ashley continued.

"How did you know?" the nervous boy admitted. His hands were shaking, his voice was trembling, and he was sweating profusely.

Ashley's disapproving mother suddenly appeared behind the boy. She attempted to grab his shoulders to pull him away from her over-sexed, experienced daughter, who could eat him alive if she wanted.

Pissed that her mother tried to intervene, Ashley grabbed the boy's hand and yanked him into the room. She slammed the door shut and got on her knees. Outside, Ashley's Mom heard a zipper being pulled down.

THE END

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Author's Postscript: If there's significant interest, the subsequent Parts of this Literotica story will focus on the experiences of Ashley's sisters in their competitions.