Belly Punch Contest!!!

Getting ready for the contest!

By Tustin

"You boys up for a contest?" I asked in my cutest, sexiest voice.

The two boy hunks looked up quickly from their drinks, looking a bit surprised that such a hottie was taking the initiative to approach them. They tried to be gentlemen by keeping eye contact with me, but they couldn't help checking out my body. Their eyes kept darting to take quick looks at my perky boobs. They seemed to like the way I stuffed them tight into my little midriff tube top, and really liked the way the nipples peeked through the light stretch fabric!

In a different setting their focus on my breasts might upset me, but tonight I wanted these guys to check me out real good so that they would want to play my game. I  took a step back, and slowly did a 360 so they could see all of me. The long blond hair, the flat taut stomach, the tight designer jeans that made my little butt look great, and the high-heel platform shoes that shaped my legs perfectly. I could see by their expressions that they were well on their way to being aroused, and more than just a little interested.

"What's the prize?" one of them stuttered, lifting his eyes from my breasts. "I'm usually not into playing games."

He was trying to be cool, but they both looked a bit nervous as I paused and gave them a quick once-over.

"Fellatio," I reply matter-of-factly. "To completion," I added with a smile. "But only for the winner."

It took several seconds for the look of shock to wear off their faces, but soon both were smiling broadly.

"Are you serious?" they both asked in unison.

"Very," I said firmly. "See that bulge under my jeans around my knees? I have kneepads on. I hope to be hearing someone moaning in about 20 minutes. By the way, what are your names?"

"I'm Bill, and this is Mike," Bill said. "What's the contest?"

Bill reached toward me, and ran a finger gently
over a nipple, pressing in just a little.

"Very simple," I replied. "We'll go outside in a minute, and you two will take turns punching each other in the belly. I will immediately award the prize to the last boy standing."

Bill and Mike look at each other, their smiles fading quickly as they grew more intense. I loved the way boys psyched themselves up for a battle. I could feel my pussy growing wetter as I realized these guys were going to take me up on my offer.

"Sorry Mike," Bill said. "But I need this blowjob."

"You don't stand a chance," Mike responded. "It's my dick that's gonna get sucked on."

"Let's go to the parking lot," I said as I started walking toward the door. My knees were shaking with excitement.

We walked in silence to a remote corner of the lot away from the general public, and stepped behind a small building that looked like it was used to store lawn equipment.

"Take off your shirts," I said.

They took off their shirts and tossed them onto a chain-link fence. They both had great bodies. Tall, lean, and well-toned. Just a hint of 6 pack on both of them. They looked great in their jeans, and they began to glisten with perspiration as they prepared to fight.

“The way this will work is that I will count to 10 for every punch. On “ten” throw a closed fist punch into the belly. If you are not ready when I reach 10, you lose. If you fall to your knees, you lose. If you submit or beg for mercy, you lose.”

“OK, Mike, get ready to throw your first punch,” I said and began my count.

By 2, Mike had his fist ready. By 6 he had taken a step back and was wound up. At 8 he took a deep breath. And at 10 he let go with a horrendous punch. His bare fist landed in Bill’s belly with a loud WHACK, and is followed with a deep grunt as all the air is pushed out of Bill’s body, and he doubles over.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned as he slowly straightened up from the punch.

I started my count for Bill's first punch, and he took an even larger wind up, and on 10 delivered his first blow. SMACK his fist landed solidly in Mike’s belly. He too doubled over and coughed, letting out an almost breathless: "Ohhhh my god."  But he was soon upright again and preparing to deliver his next punch.

Punch after punch land in the two bellies, and both Mike and Bill quickly exhausted themselves from the repetitive beat. At first, the punches landed on firm, tight stomachs, but now the bellies had softened and the punches landed deep with a dull THUD, and the fist went several inches into the softness.

After 8 punches each, I pause slightly in starting my next count until both guys were looking at me. I pulled my top slowly off my breasts, letting my nipples jump out to play. Bill reached toward me, and ran a finger gently over a nipple, pressing in just a little. He groaned as he took in the firm smoothness of my breasts, and his face lite up with renewed vigor.

“Sorry Mike, but you’re going down,” he growled as he took a deep breath and did his windup. BAM, Bill's fist landed hard in Mike’s belly, and Bill’s fist disappeared into Mike's soft inner belly. Mike let out a gut wrenching belch as the air was knocked out of him, and he began gasping for a breath. He doubled up, and sputtered like he was going to throw up. His knees wobbled, and then gave way completely, and Mike landed on his knees.

"Bill wins!" I yelled softly.

"I don't fuck losers."

Bill helped Mike up, and propped him against the shed.

“Stay put and be on the watch for anyone while I give the winner his prize,” I said to Mike.

I knelt in front of Bill, and unbuckled and lowered his pants. Even in his tired and sore condition, his penis strained against the light cotton fabric of his boxers. I pulled them down, and his penis bounced with joy as I set it free.

I held his penis with one hand, and started to lick and suck his balls. As my fingers massaged his head, several drops of precum appeared, making him slippery and wet. I ran my mouth up his shaft, nibbling on the backside as I moved to the tip, and then let my mouth ease over his head.

"God this is a great blowjob!" Bill exclaimed, looking at Mike. "Too bad for you she is only going to suck the winner!"

Mike looked pathetic as he watched my head bob up and down on Bill. He was still bent over, and looked like he was going to be sick.

I started a rhythmic motion with my hands and mouth, and used my other hand to hold and caress Bill's balls. Soon the sweet taste of precum was replaced by the fuller sensation of jizz, so I know he was close. I sped up slightly, and sucked with more intensity.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned loudly, and the base of his dick began to throb. I felt the liquid shooting up his shaft, and heard it as it flew out his head. The thick stream splashed like a hose of hot water on the back of my throat. Spurt after spurt came into my mouth as his moans of release turned to sighs of satisfaction. I sucked gently one last time to clean him up, and let him fall from my mouth.

I stand up and move Bill back to the shed wall, next to where Mike is still scrunched over. I put my arms around Bill's neck and pull him close. "You have a really nice cock. I think it would feel great inside of me. You want to go back to my place for the night?"

Bill immediately started nodding his head, as Mike looked up at me with hopeful eyes.

"Just Bill," I said with disdain to Mike. "I don't fuck losers."