Fish Tank Competition
By Wanderer.
Like all the others in the chain, this store has a waterfall and a fish tank. The tank is filled with game fish from across the country, both salt and freshwater. I have ensured they have not been fed for three days and are ready to play.
The three participants in today’s contest are Pam, a forty-five-year-old, blond fitness freak with great tits and a slim tight ass. Laurie, a forty-year-old strawberry blond with a great ass but smaller tits, and my wife, Gail. All of these women have a unique gift. The ability to get great sexual satisfaction from pain. An ability that has driven them to try many things. But ecstasy from the pain that animals give them is beyond belief.
Gail is a 5’8″ Mediterranean with a perfect 39-23-36 figure. Standing naked in her four-inch heels and nylons, she looks like a Roman statue. A history as a professional ballroom dancer has given her the muscle tone and grace that complement her figure. Her tits are beautiful with large dark areolas and erasure size nipples.
The only other thing she wears is a slave collar, the same as the other girls. Their hair is pulled back so it doesn’t get in the way of seeing the action. All were volunteers and experienced in getting pleasure from pain, especially tit pain.
Her ass has some bruising from yesterday, but I haven’t touched her tits with anything but my mouth for a week. Everything needs to be fair. But to be honest, her love of the bizarre is only surpassed by her desire for her tits to be hurt. That gives her an advantage over the others I feel will make the difference.
“The rules of tonight’s competition are pretty simple. Castration bands will be applied to each breast just behind the areola. These bands will cause the nipples and areola to bulge, creating what I like to call a “Bait Ball.” These bait balls are similar in size and shape to the food the fish have fed for the last few weeks. The difference will be hard to tell once the “bait” starts to change color to purple. Each lady will climb to the maintenance platform at the top of the tank. A lucky man, drawn by lottery, will go with them to distract the ladies. On the word “Go,” the ladies will bend forward, offering the “Bait Balls” to the hungry fish and their cunt to the hungry men. The contestant is disqualified if the “bait” is removed from the water. The last one standing, or more correctly feeding, wins. Any questions? Then let’s get started.”
I grabbed one of the banners used for castrating calves. With a blue band installed, I approach my wife. Gail is flushed with anticipation, her breathing is rapid, and we all can see her pulse beating in her throat.
“Are you ready?”
“I’ve been thinking about this for days since you asked for volunteers.”
Gail watched as I bent forward and sucked her right nipple into my mouth. It responded instantly and swelled to almost a half inch. The areola darkened and crinkled in anticipation. Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth from one of my favorite parts of my wife, and before it could shrink, I placed the banner over her nipple and let it close at the base of the areola. With a moan of pleasure, she looked at the almost perfect “Bait Ball” that was formed. The bulging ball of flesh had already started to change color and would soon match the balls of fish food the fish had been eating until their forced diet started. Seeing her flesh bulge out toward the tip made everyone gasp in admiration.
I was getting hard doing the prep, so I had to reach down to feel how Gail was doing. My thumb slipped easily into her puffy cunt, between the swollen lips. My fingers slid naturally up the crack of her ass. I grabbed her cheek while my thumb gyrated away. Pressing my finger up her asshole, dry, forced a hissing intake of breath. Pinching my thumb and finger together, I massaged the thin membrane separating her two tight holes.
“Keep that up, and I’ll cum right here and now.”
I said, “Your tit looks so hot like that I can hardly hold back.”
“Are you sure you want to risk losing these?” she asks.
“No damage from the bands will occur in at least an hour,” I said. If this contest lasts that long, there will be some real problems. But not from the bands.” I reached for another band for the other breast. The moan that followed was even more intense.
Taking a “bait ball” in my mouth, I said, “They look great. I bet if I bit it hard enough, it would pop like a cherry.”
“Yes, that may be, but I’m going to feed these babies to the fish.”
The other ladies had been going through a similar process by their significant other.
The ladies climb the stairs with the strutting sway only high heels can create. The rest of the audience congregates around the tank’s base with their mixed drinks, gazing through the water and admiring the fish.
As the contestants reach the deck they turn toward the tank, placing their hands on the rim. Because the edge of the tank is low, they needed to spread their legs extra wide to balance on their stomachs.
The high heels stretch their calves and tighten the thighs forming a perfect “V” ending at their shaved cunts.
Jeff had the first shot at Gail. He reached between her legs and slipped a couple of fingers into her cunt, and started pumping away. “DAMNMM, is she wet!” he said and then pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth. “And great tasting.”
Each of the other contestants has been treated with similar motivation. Pam was gasping as the only black man in our group was shoving three fingers up her cunt.
“She’ll need the extra stretching when I stick my cock into her,” he said.
Laurie was moaning deep in her throat as she swayed with her eyes closed on the tongue of her male helper.
“Are we ready, girls?” I spoke.
Gail gazed into the tank, watching the swirls the fish caused in the water just inches away. Her pink pussy glistened with her juices, and the swollen lips pouted out from her perfect rear.
With a faraway look in her eyes, she said, “Are you boys hungry and ready to eat for mamma?” The other ladies just nodded.
“Then go!”
Glancing back over her shoulder, making eye contact with Jeff, Gail said. “Fuck me hard…now!”
The moment his hands closed on the swell of Gail’s hips, Jeff rammed his cock deep into her pussy, and she lowered her golf ball size nipples into the swirling water.
For a few moments, the only sounds were the slapping of hard cocks into steaming cunts.
Laurie cried out first as a sea trout took the bait. Within moments, Gail and Pam were also hit.
Watching from below, I saw Gail jerk as a small snook, about a foot and a half long, swallowed her left nipple. “Ohh god DAMN,” she cried as the snook thrashed from side to side throwing water a couple of feet in the air and some out of the tank. “Oh yes! DAMN it… YESSSS!!”
Thrusting her ass back, her cunt devoured Jeff’s cock. He pounded furiously, trying to drive his cock head into her womb.
The snook backed off and started to circle. But Gail’s tits were swaying back and forth with the pounding she was getting. Just the perfect motion to entice the fish.
Two swirling wakes converged on my wife’s chest. Hitting her hard and driving her back onto Jeff’s cock. “That’s it, you lazy bastards. EAT ME, EAT MY TITS.”
Gail’s tits were jerked left and right in a feeding frenzy as her cunt started to clamp down on the cock embedded in her. “I’m going to cum, OH DAMN IT HURTS SO GOOD.” In a dreamy voice, she always got when she wanted more. More pain and more cock.
Her nipples were chewed raw. Every jerk by her finned lovers sent a chill through her body that exploded deep in her womb. Tears leaked from her eyes, but not in pain but in the pleasure of the moment.
Thrusting violently backward, Gail screamed, “OF FUCK YES, I’M CUMMMMINGGG.”
Slap – Slap! Jeff’s swaying balls beat franticly against her pulsing clit. The frantic jerking at her nipples dictated the rhythm.
The muscles in Gail’s cunt ground against the cock pounding in her, bringing Jeff to an early orgasm.
“GOD her cunts Sucking the cum RIGHT OUT OF MY BALLLLLS.” Gail’s jerking ass and throbbing cunt were so strong that his shriveling cock was spit out, followed by a gush of male and female juices.
“Get someone up here to take my place!”
Gail’s soft padded ass shook and trembled as she fought to keep from being pulled into the tank. And then a pause. The snook let go and swam to the bottom of the tank, frustrated and angry.
Laurie had dropped out. The single sharp and large tooth on the sea trout had proved too much for her. Now, she was on her knees by the tank. Her face was swimming in the water splashed from the tank as the bait was taken. She babbled happily as her cunt was pumped. In her dazed state, she fanaticized that the cock banging at her womb was attached to her pet Golden Lab not the man trying so valiantly to meet her needs. The center of her sex caught fire and swept her into another place. An orgasm raced from her loins, expanding into her tummy… her breasts… her legs… her mind… her toes curled tightly as his cock slammed into her, uniting them with her unbridled passions. Laurie felt overcome as the man began filling her womb with hot jism. Her arms collapsed. Her breath faltered, and another orgasm raced through her being…
I dashed upstairs, taking my place at my wife’s gorgeous rear.
“Reach back and open your ass for me!”
I mounted her almost immediately, pausing only to wet my cock in her sex. I positioned my pulsing head against the seething hole as Gail’s hands pulled her cheeks apart. Without giving further consideration to the act, I thrust forward. My cock bent slightly, and then all at once broke through the tight ring. My head popped inside my wife’s asshole as the ring closed down tight on my shaft.
“Oh, yes… FUCK ME!!! FUCK MY ASS…”
Things were quiet. I peered around Gail’s shoulder and saw nothing but bait fish feeding. I started plowing my favorite furrow deep and slow.
Suddenly, she yelled, “Oh God, NOOO! Get away, you son of a bitch.” A hard thud shook her body, and she staggered back from the hit. I looked around and saw the grouper, maybe a twenty-pounder, darting away from his target. He dove for the bottom, turned, and, with a gaping mouth, surged toward my wife’s tits. He wasn’t going for the bait. He was going for the whole thing. He hit so hard that he drove his nose to her chest.
“My nipple is in his throat.” “DAMN, don’t stop!” “Eat me” “Fuck me harder!” I didn’t know if she was talking to me or the grouper. But I didn’t care. Her ass was pulsing. Milking me. I have never felt anything like this before.
Another hit staggered us back. “Don’t tear it off, be nice!” “You little shits!!” There are two now, one on each breast. The mate to the grouper had hit Gail’s other “bait ball.” Not as deep as the other, but maybe more frantic because the tip of the breasts gave more of a scope for movement. “Shit, they’re good!”
Gail’s breath was getting strained. Cum from her pussy was making a snail trail down her legs as I flailed away at her ass. In a strained breath, she cried, “Oh DAMN, they’re tearing!” She clamped down on my cock again. “OH. FUCK…I’m CUMMMMMMING!”
The thrashing was taking a toll. Gail’s face dropped into the water. I grabbed the collar around her neck and pulled her head up. She didn’t care. The fish had driven her to a place we had never been before. If I hadn’t pulled her out, she would have drowned rather than stop the orgasm that the fish were giving her.
I looked to the right and saw Pam flopping down onto the deck. Her breasts were red and throbbing. Her “mate” for the night grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his throbbing cock, shoving it down her throat.
“You win, babe,” I said.
“Not yet. They haven’t finished with me yet.”
I wasn’t done yet, either. I pounded her ass like a pile driver, struggling to keep her head out of the water without choking her with the collar.
“COME ON BITCH!” “COME ON!” “I CAN’T LAST MUCH LONGER!”
Her response was, “OH FUCK…OH FUCK…I’M CUMMING. DAMN IT!!!”
Then she was beyond talk, beyond screaming. “URRRRGGGH” I couldn’t tell if the inarticulate babbling Gail made was driven by the agony of what the fish were doing or the savage pounding I was slamming in her ass.
“URRRRGGGH” Gail’s ass clamped down on my cock, pulsing, squeezing, milking. I shot load after load into that fiery hole. I could feel her cum shooting out of her cunt onto my balls as I thrashed through the final throes of our orgasms. Almost on cue one, and then the other fish lovers spit her ravaged tits out of their mouths. The loss of thirty pounds from Gail’s chest caused me to jerk her head and tits from the tank. We fell in a heap on the floor. My shriveling cock slipped from her now flaccid hole.
Gail had gone limp now. Cum squirting from her pussy and crying with lust. Her body couldn’t stop yet another orgasm. I massaged her nipples through her orgasm.
The band on her right breast was gone. It had held on long enough for the grouper to chew to her chest. The left one wasn’t much better. The band on the left was shredded and burst when I tugged on it. The entire left breast showed numerous bite marks from the smaller fish. The nipple was chewed raw. “Oh my god, that was incredible,” she said dreamily.
“I can’t wait until we get to the farm next month; although I don’t know if a pig can match up to this, I sure want to try.”
The End.
