Unknown - The swap club

Bob, as host, was the emcee. Occasionally glancing at a script, he announced that the first competition was for shortest skirt. Ah, hah! Light was beginning to dawn. There was method to this madness, after all. Immediately Jerry and Jeff volunteered to judge, and were provided with tape measures. Going to the lineup, they began measuring the length of the skirts, as well as how far they dropped below the crotch. Denise, in a skirt that could charitably be called a wide elastic belt, won.

I felt sorry for Debby. While she had dressed fairly exotically for the competition, she wasn't as outlandish as the rest. I suspected that, although she knew what was going to happen, since she had never seen one of these events before, she didn't know the level of competition to be faced. Her dress, marvelously short, was at least two inches longer than any of the others. Well, there's always next year.

The second event was for highest heels. Jeff and Ted grabbed the tapes and dropped on their knees in front of the girls. But while Ted started measuring, Jeff, kneeling before Bobbi, straightened up and buried his head under her skirt. Bobbi gave a muffled whimper and wrapped her hands behind his head, while his hands were on her ass, pulling him in. The rest of the guys started laughing hysterically, and Jeff was disqualified as a judge. We also discussed disqualifying Bobbi, for jury tampering, but it was decided that Jeff's disqualification was sufficient. Carol won handily, with a pair of six-and-a-half inch stilts from her modeling days. Again, Debby, with four inch heels, was not in the running.

The next competition, placed in the Olympics after the movie "When Harry Met Sally" came out, was for best fake orgasm. Simultaneously, the six began panting, moaning, groaning, crying, screaming, begging, and so forth. This was one of the funniest points of the night. All were judged equally winners.

I was curious what was next, when the women all began to undress. Still standing in line, off came tops and skirts. I had been correct earlier. They were wearing bras. And despite Jeff's earlier antics, they also wore panties. To be specific, they were all wearing bikini swimsuits. And what swimsuits! The only rule the girls seemed to follow was that nipples and clits had to be covered, 'cause that was about all that was. Once they had taken off their clothes, they all had to tuck tits and cunts back where they were supposed to be, because each of them had jiggled out of place. It was delightful. Thankfully, Debby wore a suit that equaled the others, one that she never wore swimming, because whenever she modeled it beforehand, I would immediately strip it off her and fuck her on the spot. Her suit had a string top and a thong bottom that tied on the sides. In fact, the bottom was so small, she had to shave her pussy before she could wear it. I had taken care of that for her earlier, just a couple nights ago. Now I knew why she had asked! Not that I minded, of course, since whenever I do shave her cunt, it always leads to a night of great cunt and cock eating.

Alice won, in a tough competition, for a suit that was as abbreviated as Debby's but with the added advantage of being sheer and semi-transparent.

Then, while the girls all took a break for drinks, and the guys refilled, as well, Bob excused himself. Five minutes later, he came back to the room, with an armload of scientific equipment. Bob's an assistant professor of engineering over at State, and Bobbi's one of his grad students. He's mid-thirtyish, and she's no more than early twenties, the biggest difference in our group, but they seem quite happy for all of that. But anyway, they always seem to have odd equipment laying around the place.

Now, he dumped it all on the carpet in the middle of the group. Amid exclamations of interest ("What the fuck is this shit!?") he pulled an armchair over and faced it towards the judges. Then he pulled an endtable over to the side of the chair. Out of the pile of stuff, he set a pressure gauge in a stand on the table, facing the judges. A long air hose went from the gauge to what appeared to be a large dildo, which he dropped before the chair.

Calling an end to the break, he announced a new event for the Olympics, "Tightest Pussy". The woman would sit in the armchair, legs spread over the arms, and insert the dildo. Then using only her cunt muscles, she would squeeze the dildo, actually a rubber air pump of sorts, and the needle would rise on the pressure gauge. The girls, to be honest, were somewhat leery of the whole thing, but Bobbi explained that it was perfectly safe and that she had tried it herself. She also said that Bob really liked the way her pussy had tightened up. They agreed to try, and Bob allowed that each would get a practice round first.

So off came the suits. Now they were only wearing the wonderfully tall spike heels. Debby wasn't the only woman that night with a shaved pussy. Only Denise and Carol hadn't shaved, and they had trimmed theirs very short. Pulling names from a hat, Bob called forth the girls for the practice round, carefully positioning them in the armchair, legs wide, cunts staring at us, and helped them insert the "probe" as he called it. Fascinated, we watched as the needle rose and fell, in some cases surging back and forth. Unsurprisingly, Bobbi, the experimental subject, won. But it was unanimously decided to keep this as part of the games, and the other women all wanted to borrow the device to improve their own future performance.

By now, I, at least, was ready to get well and truly laid. And I wasn't the only one there. Every pair of pants sported an erection, and juices flowed down several of the women's thighs. Moving the armchair back in line with the others, Bob sat down and unzipped his pants. The rest of the guys did the same, and unsure of what was going on, I followed. Six cocks strained into the open. Now Bob reached back into his hat and pulled names again. The women positioned themselves in front of the first man in line, although in two cases names had to be recalled, as a woman ended up with her husband.

"Now ladies, the final event, as you know, is 'Best Blow Job'. The only rule is there are no rules. First one to make a man come, wins," said Bob. He pulled a stopwatch, and cried, "Go!"

An excellent culmination to the challenges of the night, six heads swooped down and took a cock in the mouth. I had drawn Bobbi, who I already knew to give great head. Would she beat Debby? Or would a dark horse candidate pull through? What a way to find out. Unsurprisingly, after roughly an hour's worth of visual foreplay, everyone was really worked up. The fastest blow job took only ninety-three seconds, the longest was still under four minutes. Debby won, but only by two or three seconds over Bobbi.

At this point, the "Olympics" ended and the orgy started. The girls wanted to be satisfied as well. In fact, their only complaint was about getting rid of "those damned shoes". All six thought that five inch or more heels was a bit much.

The alarm clock got us up early, almost as early as when we go to work. No time to fool around this morning. A fast shower and down the hall to roust out the boys. A fast breakfast, and then an all hands Chinese fire drill loading the car.

I swear, if we ever do this again, I'm going to load the car the night before. And doing this the morning after the party? Rather than wonderful planning, it began to seem a horrible disaster. If not exactly hung over, Debby certainly seemed a bit under the weather. And God knows, I could have used some more sleep. And an eight year old at seven o'clock is never real good. Only Little Jimmy seemed in good spirits, his usual cocky big mouth self.

Somehow we made it to the church on time to load bags and boys into a rented school bus. While Jimmy was going for a full week, his sibling was still a Cub Scout, and could only go for a half week. My parents would look after him until we came back. He had been to Scout Day Camp the previous year, and thought this was just terrific.