Pussy Eating Contest
Can you image? The most beautiful women from all over the world gaithering in one location, all half naked, and for what? For the internation Pussy Eating Contest, better known as “Eat Me Well.”
Yes, they are all flying into the Hotel of Nymphos where Grace and Claudia are hosting the show for more than 10,000 loving lesbian ladies who can watch the all you can eat compitition on the big screen live, or they can sit in the front row and see how Hillary Clitton calls the play by play.
Sure, this pussy eating contest has all kinds of events and prizes and it is sure a serious compitition that you do not want to miss.
“The airport’s busy today,” said one gate attendant to another as they watched yet another group of women walk by. Normally, the airport was busy but today it seemed like there was a lot more traffic than normal. His counterpart nodded her agreement and took the chance to ogle the women. Usually the traffic was more varied. There was normally a mix of business men and women dressed in suits, socialites who were wearing the latest fashions and tourists who usually dressed for comfort as they flew in from all four corners of the world.
The women that were in the airport today, however, all seemed to be travelling in groups and each were wearing cheerleading outfits in various combinations of colors. The outfits were the stereotypical short, pleated skirts and sleeveless tops, their bare skin tanned and smooth and their long hair slicked back in high ponytails. The cheerleaders all seemed nervous but excited and were chatting and hugging one another in their excitement.
Two of the girls were sitting on chairs near the baggage carousel. One was shorter and was sitting on a taller girl’s lap. The sign above it said that the flight had come in from Russia and both girls had traditional Slavic good looks. Passersby stared as the taller one ran her hands up and down the shorter girl’s legs then ran one hand up under her skirt. The shorter girl settled back against the taller one, closing her eyes and cooing as the taller girl caressed her inner thighs and stroked along the length of her slit. Even though the taller girl’s fingers were on the outside of the other’s underwear, the recipient of her caresses could feel every move, every bit of pressure as the taller girl stroked her to orgasm.
The shorter girl’s head rolled back and rested on her partner’s shoulder. Her eyes were closed and she was panting heavily while the taller girl licked and nibbled at her throat. It had been a long flight and both girls were looking for a way to relax while they waited for their baggage to arrive. The taller girl, whose name was Mischa, gently fondled her partner, whose name was Tatyana, until she felt a spurt of wetness through Tatyana’s panties. Then she brought her hands out from under Tatyana’s skirt and continued rubbing and caressing her friend until Tatyana was purring like a kitten.
Mischa had heard that the people of Barcelona (and of Spain in general) were much more accepting of lesbians but she didn’t want to risk causing more of a scene. She could wait until they were alone at their hotel before she explored her friend’s body more fully. After her orgasm, Tatyana was more than happy to wait for more and the two women spent their time kissing and stroking each other lovingly and passionately.
High overhead, a plane circled. It was a small chartered flight full of more women. Like the girls thousands of feet below them, these girls were also dressed in cheerleader outfits. Unlike the girls below, there was nobody to look on disapprovingly at what they were doing so the girls were making the most of their privacy and had decided to while away the hours spent in the air practicing their skills for the upcoming competition. These girls were determined to win and truly loved the chance to practice on one another any chance they had.
These girls were from Ireland and they all wore beautiful emerald green cheerleader outfits. While there were girls of every physical description on board most of them had the stereotypical Irish good looks with long, curly red hair and clear alabaster skin. The team captain, a statuesque young woman named Fiona currently had her face buried between her teammate Ellen’s thighs. Fiona was lapping Ellen’s wet slit and nibbling at her clitoris while her fingers explored the inside of Ellen’s tight pussy. Ellen was moaning and trying to concentrate on exactly what Fiona was doing so that she could critique her performance but Fiona was so skilled that after a while Ellen simply gave up and enjoyed the wave of sensation that Fiona was calling forth from her body.
Other girls on the plane were similarly occupied. Another girl, Mary-Ellen, was seated in a reclined position. Her thighs were wide spread wide open and a short, redheaded girl named Caitlyn was blowing gently on her pussy. Mary-Ellen purred and her back arched as Caitlyn teased her into arousal slowly but gradually. Caitlyn could see the moisture beginning to gather along the walls of Mary-Ellen’s pussy and she lowered her head to lap gently at the soft, pink folds. One finger gently worked its way back and forth along the slit taking time to circle Mary-Ellen’s clitoris. It was so hard and Caitlyn could tell her friend was about to send forth a gush of fluid. She was right. A moment later she was lapping up Mary-Ellen’s cum as fast as her partner could produce it.
There were similar scenes occurring on many of the chartered flights. Many teams were enjoying the privacy and taking advantage of the chance to practice on one another as they neared their destination. While pussy eating was fun, being part of a competition as serious as this one often took its toll on the competitors. This was one of the most massive competitions of its kind in the world. As the girls had checked the event’s website for details they were amazed to learn that they would be performing in front of crowds of thousands of women. Usually these events took place in smaller, more intimate venues but this time they would be in a stadium, their pussy eating skills on display for what felt like the entire world to see.
Not every team was fortunate enough to have a private plane, however. Some teams had opted to fly on a commercial flight instead of booking a private flight to travel on. Jasimine was on one such plane with the rest of her team and the family members that they had brought along for support. Jasimine’s team was from France. While they did take up most of the seats in the 747 there were other passengers on board and the girls were being a bit more circumspect about their activities. Jasimine had been looking forward to the competition for many different reasons. One main one was the chance to see her aunt Claudia.
She didn’t get to see her aunt much lately. Claudia had been busy building her business and even after it had been successful she had not had the chance to visit her family much. Jasimine’s father, Claudia’s brother, hadn’t made it easy for Claudia to visit her niece either. It was clear that he didn’t approve of the fact that his sister liked women or that she ran a house of, as he called it, ill-repute. Jasimine had tried to tell her father what a classy place it was but he wasn’t interested in hearing any of it.
That hadn’t stopped a few of the passengers on the flight from slipping into the bathrooms in pairs. There wasn’t much room, it was true but the girls had enjoyed spending time practicing their skills during the course of the flight. One pair, Emmeline and Marcella, had spent quite a while in one of the first class bathrooms. They had each taken their turns putting one of their feet up on the small sink. Emmeline had gone first and it hadn’t taken Marcella long to get to work.
She had begun by flicking Emmeline’s clit with the tip of her tongue, teasing it gently until it swelled and hardened with arousal. Marcella had breathed a hot waft of breath along Emmeline’s slit, seeing the moisture gather and had begun to use her finger tips to stimulate the walls of Emmeline’s cunt. Before long, Emmeline had thrown her head back and Marcella had moved in, sticking her tongue deep in Emmeline’s wet mound until she came again and again.
Once Emmeline had recovered enough to stand on her own, she had reciprocated. Both girls loved practicing their skills. Instead of having Marcella face her, however, Emmeline had positioned her so that Marcella’s body was facing away from her. She had started by pulling up Emmeline’s skirt so that the smooth globes of her bum were exposed. She had run her fingers lightly over the skin and was rewarded as a swath of goose bumps popped up on her friend’s skin. Marcella had such soft skin that Emmeline would have been happy stroking and petting her for hours. She knew that that would have to wait for another time, however and quickly turned to exploring Marcella’s tight, wet cunt.
That is only the beginning of how this pussy eating contest takes off.
This is a series.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3