backyard sex championship

Two boys, Mike and Paul, are competing in a sex championship. This story is an erotic comedy.

*Round 1*

Emma gripped both throbbing cocks firmly, one in each hand, pumping them with steady strokes as she launched into her commentary. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the backyard sex championship! Mike on the left, Paul on the right, both standing shoulder to shoulder with their pants around their ankles. Emma here calling the action live."

Mike glanced sideways at Paul and sneered. "Your dick looks smaller than last time, bro. Bet you can't even reach the first line."

Paul fired back instantly while his shaft twitched in Emma's fist. "Keep talking, Mike. Your balls are already pulling up tight. You're gonna bust early and short like always."

Emma kept stroking both lengths, her hands sliding up and down with wet sounds. "The competitors are exchanging verbal jabs now. Mike's cock is rock hard, veins standing out, but Paul is matching him stroke for stroke. The tension is building."

"Your mom told me you cry after you cum," Mike shot at Paul, trying to break his focus. "She said your loads are weak and watery."

Paul grunted, hips jerking forward into Emma's grip. "At least I don't moan like a girl when I shoot. Remember last week? You sounded like you were getting fucked."

"Oh, Paul just countered with a low blow," Emma narrated, twisting her wrist on each upstroke. "Both boys are leaking precum now. Mike's tip is shiny and dripping. Paul's head is flaring purple. The distance markers are set at one foot, two feet, three feet on the grass."

Mike tried again. "Your cock is bending weird. Looks like it's gonna spray sideways instead of straight."

"Yours is too skinny to go far," Paul snapped back. "You'll dribble on your own shoes again."

Emma pumped faster, her voice rising with excitement. "The pace is quickening! Both competitors are thrusting into my hands. Mike's balls are bouncing. Paul's thighs are shaking. This could be the moment!"

"Emma's grip feels better on my dick than yours ever will," Mike taunted Paul. "She told me you're a two-pump chump."

"She told me you taste like shit," Paul retorted, his voice cracking as his cock swelled thicker in Emma's fist.

"They're neck and neck!" Emma shouted like a match commentator. "Mike's hips are bucking hard. Paul is right there with him. The finish line is approaching fast!"

Both boys groaned at the same instant. Their cocks pulsed violently in Emma's hands. Thick ropes of cum shot out simultaneously, arcing through the air in perfect matching streams. The white jets flew exactly three feet, landing side by side on the grass marker.

"It's a tie!" Emma yelled, still milking both shafts as the last spurts dribbled out. "Mike and Paul have ejaculated at the exact same moment and the exact same distance! The judges are calling it a draw! What an incredible finish to this backyard showdown!"

*Round 2*

Emma stood in the middle of the backyard again, this time bent over the picnic table with her shorts pulled down and her ass presented to the two boys. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back for the sex championship! Round two is underway. Mike on the left, Paul on the right. Both competitors are lining up behind me with their cocks out and ready to go."

Mike stepped up first, gripping his shaft and pushing the head against Emma's wet pussy lips. "Your load is probably too weak to do anything," he said to Paul while sliding inside her. "She'll be pregnant with my kid before yours even gets a chance."

Paul moved in right after Mike pulled back, thrusting his own cock deep into the same slick hole. "Keep dreaming. My swimmers are stronger. Yours will just drown in there."

Emma moaned softly as both boys took turns pumping into her, her voice staying in full commentator mode. "Mike has entered the arena first. He's thrusting with steady strokes. Paul is waiting his turn, cock in hand. The competitors are rotating now—Paul is inside, driving hard. Mike is stroking himself on the sidelines, trying to stay ready."

"Your dick is already twitching," Mike taunted while Paul fucked her. "You'll blow too fast and waste your shot."

Paul slammed in deeper. "At least I don't have to think about your ugly face to stay hard."

"Paul is going deep!" Emma narrated breathlessly. "Mike is switching back in. Both boys are taking full strokes now, competing for position inside me. The pace is increasing."

Mike grunted as he thrust. "She told me your cum tastes like battery acid. Probably kills everything it touches."

"She said your balls are empty after one round," Paul shot back, pushing Mike aside to take another turn.

"They're both going hard!" Emma called out. "Switching again. Mike is back inside, pounding faster. Paul is right there, waiting to reclaim the spot. The tension is building to a climax!"

Both boys groaned at the same moment. Mike thrust deep and held, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded Emma's pussy. Paul shoved him aside seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and unloading his own heavy load right on top of Mike's. Their mixed seed pumped into her together, overflowing and dripping down her thighs.

"They've both finished inside me at the same time!" Emma announced, still bent over the table. "The judges will call the results in 9 months!"

Nine months later, Emma lay in the hospital bed holding two newborns. The doctor checked the results and smiled. "Congratulations. You have healthy twin boys—one fathered by Mike, one by Paul. It's a perfect draw again."