Smut Marathon: Rounds Nine and Ten

I can’t believe I made it this far! I entered the marathon with the intention of giving it my best and having a little fun. I never thought I would make it to the semi-finals, let alone the finals! And, I never in a million years thought I would go on to win the whole thing. I still feel like a dreamed it.

Round Nine

I was terrified of this prompt. Terrified. I’m a little funny maybe, more goofy than comedic. When I read that we had to write a comedy with only three characters, my brain froze. I had no idea what to write. I have a juvenile sense of humor. To me, farts are funny, but I didn’t want to write a sexy story that involved noxious ass gasses. I tried to figure out what else made me laugh, and I remembered reading a funny product review online. This particular review made me laugh so hard I couldn’t breath, and I thought if I could somehow recreate that level of humor, I might have a good story. I wrote a review for a sex enhancement serum that I thought blended sexy erotica with my weird sense of humor.

A Fuck-tastic Review

Review by: BigDickRick69

I gave Master Daddy’s Fuck-tastic Sexual Enhancement Tincture FIVE STARS because this shit is amazeballs, like seriously, my balls have never produced so much spunk in my entire life. I don’t think I can fully describe the ecstasy that this tincture induced without goin’ into some dirty details. I mean, I could say, “Yeah, it was great! We fucked all night long!” That don’t really paint an accurate picture of the sex hurricane that turned our kitchen upside down.

I don’t even know why I bought this stuff, really. I was browsin’ some low budget porn site at like three am on a Tuesday and got this stupid pop-up ad. I don’t ever click on those things, they’re so annoying when you’re just tryin’ to bust a good nut! I guess my butterfingers slipped and accidentally clicked the mouse. Anyway, I was curious when I saw the reviews. I mean, they seemed too good to be true, but $19.99 is a small price to pay for “a tool harder than steel that can drill right though her.” I was also pretty sure that my darlin’ wife Rhonda would really like to have a “pussy slimier than an American politician,” so I bit the bullet and bought it.

I told Rhonda about it the next mornin’ while she was cookin’ my bacon and eggs. She nearly flung the spatula at me, goin’ on about the power bill or some shit. I told her that if she didn’t spend so much money on those rainbow-colored talons of hers, that it wouldn’t be an issue, shut her up real quick! She said, “Fine. I’ll take your stupid mystery sex drug, but only if we can have Tammy over too!” Well, I was okay with that for sure. Tammy had a big pair of titties on her that I’d been wantin’ to get my hands on since she and Rhonda started hangin’ out. Plus, I was itchin’ to see my lovely Rhonda gettin’ down and dirty with another woman. That shit is hot, no lie!

So, we made plans with Tammy and I checked the mail everyday like a little kid waitin’ for a letter from fuckin’ Santa Claus. Every time I opened that rusty metal box to find a stack of bills and not my tincture, I’d get a little more disappointed. Maybe, I’d been ripped off by some jerk on the other side of the world! Then finally, the day came, and I swear the inside of that mailbox lit up like it was holdin’ a pile of gold nuggets from a cowboy western movie. I jumped up like I’d been nipped by a rattlesnake, hootin’ and hollerin’ all the way to the front porch where Rhonda was watchin’ me, shakin’ her head. The box it came in was wrapped in shiny gold paper with a red velvet ribbon tied around it, real fancy. I knew then, that this stuff was gonna be good. I mean, who takes the time to make somethin’ look so special if it ain’t worth a shit?

Tammy came over that night wearin’ some skimpy ass shorts and a crop top. Why she thought she needed to try so hard is beyond me; I’m a sure thing, baby! But, she looked hot, all tan and blonde with those big pink lips. My dick was already chubbin’ just thinkin’ about them wrapped around it. We stood in the kitchen like some rookie college kids dosin’ acid for the first time and each took a dropper full of this sex tincture. It tasted like shit, all bitter and thick, coatin’ the back of the throat like a medicine. I chased mine with a nice cold Natty Lite and the girls had their Smirnoff Ice bullshit, so it wasn’t so bad, I guess.

It wasn’t but five minutes later, we were still standin’ in the kitchen talkin’ when I felt a change. I looked over at Rhonda and she was rubbin’ her ass against the kitchen cabinets like she didn’t even realize she was doin’ it. Tammy’s eyes were all big and she kept runnin’ her tongue across her bottom lip, both of them, teasin’ me like some sex buffet laid out just for me. I looked at them, they looked at me, and it was on, baby!

Now, this wasn’t your typical threesome where it starts out slow and people are tryin’ to be polite and give everyone a turn. No, this was like the zombie apocalypse and we were trying to eat each other up, brains and all. We all converged in the middle of the kitchen floor, ripped each others’ clothes off like they were on fire, and just started kissin’ whatever was closest to us. Rhonda’s mouth was latched onto the side of Tammy’s face, I was somewhere close to Tammy’s tits, but my brain couldn’t quite find ‘em yet, and Tammy was sucklin’ the top of my head, right on that fuckin’ bald patch. We fell down to the linoleum and rolled around a bit, touchin’ and rubbin’, lickin’ what ever we could, and we just didn’t care one bit about nothin’ but the feelin’ between our own legs.

The girls got tangled up in each other for a bit, and I stepped back to gather my thoughts before my Little Head took over and I nutted too quick. Now, they don’t call me Big Dick Rick for nothin’, I tell you what, but I looked down and my dick was bigger than a turkey leg at the Renaissance Fair! I mean this thing was thick and greasy, like you just wanted to sink your teeth into it and let the juice run down your chin. When I held it in my hand, I felt like Thor holdin’ his hammer, fuckin’ great!

Rhonda rolled over onto her back, and Tammy straddled her face, cunny dripping like a droolin’ dog waitin’ for a bone. Rhonda’s legs were spread wide and I finally got a good look at her cunt. Like my dick, her lips were swollen, glistenin’ with her nectar like two basted sausages ready for the grill. She looked tasty as fuck, but my dick wanted to get wet. I knelt down between her legs, not even feelin’ my bad knees on the hard floor, and just started jack hammerin’ in her. Tammy was havin’ a time ridin’ her face, her mouth open like some dumb sex doll, her eyes rolled back in her head as her titties bounced for my viewing pleasure. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head down to my crotchal region, somehow findin’ the athletic prowess to remove my dick from Rhonda’s hungry snatch and shove it down Tammy’s throat in one smooth motion. She choked and gagged on it for about point five seconds before she started goin’ to town on me, suckin’ it all the way down to her gullet. I could hear muffled protests from under Tammy’s big ass. Rhonda wanted to be filled again. I pulled my dick from Tammy’s mouth vacuum and shoved it back into Rhonda. Once Rhonda got back what she wanted, she started buckin’ on me good. We all found this rhythm, like we were dancers in a fancy show, and one by one we popped off. I think Tammy went first, gushin’ all over Rhonda’s face, her mouth makin’ noises like a steam engine. Rhonda was grabbin’ at me with her cunt, pullin’ and squeezin’ as if she wanted to take me all the way in and birth me out later. It was all I could do to hold out for her. When she came, cheese on a cracker, it was fuckin’ fantastic! She rippled around me like she required six D batteries to operate. Her cunt reached deep into my soul to pull my spunk out. I musta shot out a gallon of it too, ‘cause it spilled out the sides of her cunt. Crazy shit! We all sat there panting for about five seconds, I think, lookin’ around like, “WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?”

Seriously, this is what makes this stuff so great. I’m a one hit and quit kinda guy, like I can’t just get up and go again right after I spew. I need a nap at least. Well, like I said, five seconds and I felt it again. My hammer was gettin’ hard, and I could see Tammy startin’ to grind her hips against Rhonda’s sticky face, and we just looked at each other and smiled.

So, yeah, it was great! We fucked all night long! Loud, desperate, animal fuckin’! Butt fuckin’, face and fist fuckin, went-through-seventeen-condoms fuckin’. Fuckin’ mess! The next day, I had to reattach the pantry door while Rhonda cleaned the spunk off the floors and Tammy put the kitchen table back. This shit is seriously insane. I’ve already ordered three cases to have on hand, you know, for a rainy day!

Round 10

I had no expectations going into this round. I was just ecstatic to make it to the finals, and I felt like no matter how it turned out, I’d already made it.

We were asked to write a Whodunnit story where the murderer is revealed at the end of the story. I was definitely intimidated by this prompt. I couldn’t wrap my head around a story line that would surprise the reader at the end. I kept thinking of the game Mouse Trap, where many things have to happen in order for the ball to make it to the end, but I couldn’t relay that concept into a story. In the end, I wrote a story that revolved around something I was familiar with, a sensual impact scene with another woman. The rest just sort of fell into place.

I wrote this story in bits as I was traveling from my home in North Carolina to Croatia. I worked on it on the plane with red wine in a plastic cup to inspire me, I wrote a few paragraphs on a layover in Paris while my mom and husband stretched out on sticky airport couches for a quick nap. I sat next to my mom with my laptop inconspicuously turned away from her view in our apartment on the Adriatic Sea. The rain had driven us indoors and I was able to get in a few minutes of editing. The conditions were not ideal, but I think my unfocused approach helped form the story into what it was.

Silencing the Screams

It was usually the husband or the boyfriend, but not this time. Something about this case confounded Inspector Russo. All the evidence suggested that she killed her, stabbed her in her sleep, like a cold hearted and calculated feline stalking and slaying her prey with a bloodstained smile. Her fingerprints were all over the knife sticking out of the well-sculpted chest of her lover. Her body and clothes were splashed red with Rose’s spilled blood, but there was something in her swollen red rimmed eyes that made Russo pause. It was pain. Pure and raw, and it oozed from her dilated pupils with the tears that leaked down her cheeks.

But, there were the bruises to consider as well. Curious marks all over the body of the deceased, welted stripes across her breasts and down her thighs, scratches and bite marks, galaxies of purple and red splashed across her buttocks. Was it some sort of domestic violence? Russo couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about this case was scratching at his senses, something just didn’t feel right.

**

Rose screamed.

She was strung up from the ceiling by her wrists, her feet spread wide, her naked body on display in the center of the room. Sienna did this to her, made her shake and shudder with every blow. It was the release she needed, the itch was finally being scratched and it felt so good she couldn’t keep it in. Sienna’s whip slashed through the warm night air with a hiss and a crack, lighting her skin on fire with each strike. Then she felt hands, warm and soft on her hot skin, bringing her back from the place she’d floated to. The hands rubbed her tortured body lovingly, stroking and kneading the tender flesh.

“That’s my good girl, Rose”, Sienna’s lips touched her ear, her words tickled her insides, making Rose moan. “Are you ready for more? Tell me. Say it!”

“Yes, please, I want more”, Rose could barely muster the strength to utter coherent language, but she did want more, and she knew she had to communicate that clearly in order to get it.

Sienna pressed her naked body against Rose, the sweat on their skin mingled, and her hand moved to Rose’s bare bottom. She began softly at first, tapping with the pads of her fingers, testing her submissive’s resolve. When she got the reaction she desired, the gentle sigh, the arching back beckoning for more, she began to hit harder. She loved the way Rose’s ass rippled with each slap, the way her breath rose and fell, the sounds she made, squeaks and groans and screams. It gave her a high like nothing else she’d ever experienced. She slipped her other hand between Rose’s legs, finding the warm wetness that seeped from within.

“You’re such a wet little slut. Why does this turn you on so much?”

Rose groaned in embarrassment. She loved the pain, the intensity, the attention, and Sienna loved the control. She needed this as much as Rose did, and they both knew it. They both loved their role in this symbiotic relationship.

Sienna slipped her fingers inside Rose’s dripping cunt and was rewarded with an eager moan and a tilting of hips, welcoming her in. Rose loved to be finger fucked, always begging for it to be harder, faster, deeper. Now, she just let her head hang as she slowly bucked her hips against Sienna’s hand, muddled words of acceptance tumbled from her lips. The sounds she made sounded like cries for help, like the end of a toddler’s tantrum, hiccups and whiny sobs, a pitiful yearning. Anyone overhearing might think that Rose was in pain, but Sienna knew her sounds well. She was begging to come.

“Are you going to come for me, slut? You better scream. I want to know how good it feels.”

Sienna went faster, the squelching sounds of Rose’s cunt grew louder, and she used her other hand to pinch and scratch and smack, giving Rose new levels of sensation.

“Yes, good girl. Come for me now, Rose!”

Rose’s body tensed, her toes clutched the fibers of the carpet, her head tilted towards the ceiling and she screamed like she was being stabbed.

**

“What are these curious bruises?”

Russo peered at the naked body laid out on Dr. Pressley’s table. The young girls flesh was striped with red welts down her thighs, almost perfectly spaced.

“In all your years, you’ve never seen this? I find that surprising, Russo!”

“Well, what is it? Is it going to help me figure out this case?” Russo was irritated. He didn’t like the doctor’s flippant tone.

“These are marks from a cane, probably given consensually if you’re wondering, and no, I don’t think these are going to help your investigation. Here, give this woman a call. She’ll tell you more than I can about these marks,” Dr. Pressley shoved a shiny black card into Russo’s hand. “Don’t ask how I know her either. You’ll be barking up the wrong tree on that one, my friend!”

**

Rose screamed.

“Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder, please!”

She loved when Sienna fucked her like this, on hands and knees like an animal, like she could drive her purple strap-on dick right through her. It wasn’t about pleasure; it was about power, and Rose felt deliciously helpless under her strength. She took what Sienna gave her, she relished the slap of skin on skin, the tug of her hair tangled in Sienna’s fingers, the pool of spit left on the pillow when Sienna shoved her face into it. It was just primal animal fucking. She could hear her sopping cunt welcome Sienna’s cock with every thrust. She was drunk on submission and floating in a haze when Sienna began to slap the side of her ass with her open palm, her cock deep inside Rose’s willing cunt.

“Take it, take it all, whore!”

**

Lady Allura was remarkable. She was small and blonde, with a warm smile, but she captivated the seasoned inspector from the first moment she spoke. She was in control of every movement, every word that slipped through her lips, and she held his gaze with stunning blue eyes. She painted an interesting story of these two girls. Russo had envisioned violence and anger when he saw the bruises on Rose’s body. Allura’s perspective was that of love and devotion.

“You can’t get marks like this if the bottom is struggling,” she gestured to the photo of the stripes decorating the pale thighs of the victim. “See how evenly spaced they are? This woman held still for this beating. This was an act of loving submission. She wanted this!”

**

Rose screamed.

“Please! Please! I can’t, I ca…”

She was tied to the bed with rope, her legs spread wide and her hands above her head. Sienna kneeled above her, a wicked Cheshire smile on her face.

“You think I’m going to let you come that easy? You need to earn it, slut!”

She held the vibrator to Rose’s clit, another one shoved inside her slippery cunt buzzed and tormented the poor bound girl. As soon as she saw Rose clench, her fists tight and pulling against her bonds, she jerked the vibrator away and slapped her right breast with a stiff palm. They’d been doing this for almost an hour, and Rose’s body glistened with a sheen of sweat, and her muscles were tired from pulling and fighting against the ropes. Sienna brought her to the edge and denied her over and over until she was a blubbering mess, tears streaked her pretty face and her hair matted against her forehead.

“I want to see how far you can go. Give me one more. That’s my good girl!”

Sienna cooed, her voice low and controlled like soft velvet. Rose thrashed against the ropes, her face contorted in frustration.

“Please!”

“Not yet.”

Sienna watched as Rose’s body got closer and closer to the precipice, her thighs shaking and vibrating as if they were powered by batteries. Just as she was about to climax, Sienna pulled the vibrator away and sunk her teeth into the inside of Rose’s silky thigh. Rose began to sob, not from the pain, but from need.

“Count down with me. Five. Four. Three,” Sienna paused here, enjoying the tormented look on her lover’s face as she held the vibrator to Rose’s swollen clit one last time.

“Two.”

“One!”

**

It was his day off, but Inspector Russo went back to the apartment building where the girls used to live. He’d already spoken to all the neighbors in his initial investigation, but he wanted to check again. Maybe someone remembered the one small detail that could reopen the case and affirm his gut feeling. He went from door to door, talking to the college kids that lived above them, two greasy boys unable to produce a full sentence between the two of them and no clue as to who the victim or the accused even were. He met with Edna Shaffer, the elderly woman next door who said she never heard peep from the young couple in all the time they were neighbors.

As he walked away from Edna’s closed door, he heard a clock chime, clear as crystal, the tones sang to him through the walls of Edna’s apartment. He paused for a moment before trudging back down the hallway towards the Larson family apartment. Mrs. Larsen’s story was exactly the same as the last time. The girls were polite, often had loud sex, but she didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary the night of the murder until Sienna started wailing. At that point, Rose was already gone according to the coroner’s estimate.

**

Rose screamed.

It was more a shout than a scream, a high-pitched whoop that bounced off the walls of the gorge and filled their ears with the sound of her voice.

“I love you!” Rose shouted gleefully, her hands thrust into the air and a goofy smile plastered across her face. The sound echoed back to them until it gradually faded into the wild silence.

“You do?” Sienna’s smiled mirrored Rose’s, bright and triumphant.

“Yes, I do. I love you!”

“I love you too, Rose.”

Sienna answered back quietly, her voice wavering slightly. Rose closed the gap between them and took Sienna into her arms and held her tight. They stood like that, quietly locked together under the crisp blue sky.

“Come on, let’s go home and fuck!” Sienna grinned as she tugged Rose’s hand towards the trail.

**

They had to drag her from the courtroom screaming, her feet dragging the tile floor seeking a stronghold. Russo had never witnessed a scene like this in his thirty odd years in the police department. Sienna Tomlinson was found guilty of killing her girlfriend, of stabbing her in cold blood as she slept soundly in their bed.

“But I love her, I love her! She is mine! She belongs to me! I love her!”

Sienna’s wails filled the sterile air and echoed off the wood paneled walls of the courtroom. She’d lost weight, her eyes were sunken into her sallow face, and her once glistening hair had thinned and dulled over the months leading up to the trial. He knew they always denied their guilt, but this was stronger than a textbook reaction from a smug criminal. Her pleas tugged at his heart and made him uncomfortable. He’d never felt this way at a trial before, usually it was a triumph, another bad person getting what they deserved. This was different, and he vowed not to let the truth slip away. He shivered as the girl was heaved out of the courtroom; her muffled cries washed over him like an icy wind.

**

Edna watched the news coverage of the trial on the television in the kitchen. The girl was really putting on a show with the crying and the screaming. She was sick of the screaming. She shuffled across the apartment in her robe and house shoes, muttering to herself.

“Dear Lord Baby Jesus, please forgive my sins. I couldn’t hear your voice over the racket. I had to do something!”

She threw her hands up in a gesture of frustration, her voice rising into the empty air unanswered.

“They got her now, Jesus. Those girls are gone, and I can hear your glorious voice again! Praise be!”

Edna reached under the kitchen sink and grabbed the trash bag that had been hiding there for months.

“Time to take out the garbage!”

Edna spoke to her Jesus as she made her way down the hall towards the elevator, and she continued her conversation with him as she turned down the alley towards the dumpster, her house shoes scraping loudly along the dirty pavement.

**

Russo did not expect to get called out to that same apartment building so soon after Rose’s brutal murder. The memory of Sienna’s screams was still so vivid in his mind and it left a bad taste in his mouth having to be so close to the scene of the crime, one that he still considered unsolved.

“What do we have here?”

“Edna Shaffer, a resident of this building. Looks like she tripped and hit her head on the corner of the dumpster while taking out the trash.”

“If it’s an accident, then why did you call homicide?”

Russo was annoyed. The downtown traffic had put him in a particularly sour mood.

“Well, look at this,” Deputy George pointed to a clear plastic trash bag holding only a pair of ordinary yellow dish gloves.

Russo leaned over the lifeless body of Edna Schaffer, and peered into the bag. The gloves were covered in dried blood, browned with age. He guessed they’d been in that bag for a few months at least.

“Interesting!”

Russo’s heart leapt. Was this the missing clue he’d been searching for all along?

The End

I am so grateful to Marie Rebelle for hosting this competition. I can’t imagine how much time and effort goes into putting something like this on! I so appreciate everyone who voted for my work, for all of the wonderful feedback, both positive and constructive. I’m grateful to Z for allowing me to open her up and find out all her personal details. I am thankful that I met Q, and that she enjoys beating me as much as I enjoy her wrath.

My husband has been so supportive of me this year, encouraging me to enter the competition in the first place when I was unsure of myself. He’s listened to me talk about my stories, working through them out loud even though he had no idea what I was really talking about. He’s given me time and space to write and think, and most of all, he’s given me inspiration. It’s hard to write good smut if you’re not having some great sex in real life!