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The Great Race - Tuesday By Jeremy Spencer
   Anthony groaned as he slowly came awake.  Where the hell am I?  he
wondered, momentarily confused by his surroundings.  He sat up, rubbing the
sleep from his eyes as he looked around the tiny room, as the events of the
last day slowly came back to him.
   The contest, he thought, followed quickly by where are all the girls? 
Anthony slipped out of bed, searching on the floor for his sweat pants.  He
put them on, tugging the drawstring tight before exiting his bedroom and
walking into the living area, half expecting to find a pile of sweaty
college girls.
   Instead he found a note.
   Sorry Mr.  Martin.  We had to leave last night, hope you had a good
time, we sure did.  Don't tell our parents, okay?  Ha ha.  We tried to
clean up the room, but you were hogging the bed and we didn't want to wake
you up, so you might want to air out the camper, because it smells like
someone had sex with six cheerleaders in here!  Ha ha.  Don't worry about
the toys, we washed them and they're drying in the sink, and the videotapes
are all beside the camera.  Enjoy the movie!
   The note was signed by Cindy and as he lifted it to his nose, Anthony
realized it smelled like pussy juice.
   Have to save this, he grinned to himself, slipping the note in a drawer.
Moving to the sink, Anthony realized that the girls must have found more
playthings in the Winnebago than he had realized were there, because drying
in the sink were two extremely long double-ended dildos and two thin anal
vibrators.
   I think I will watch that video, he thought to himself, and quickly
connected the camera to the television.  The first part of the tape was as
he remembered, chronicling his exploits with Mindy and Mandy, the twins. 
Anthony's cock gave a lurch as the scene shifted to the living area, and he
realized this must have been what Cindy was referring to when she had
mentioned that there was "lots more to film."
   Anthony absentmindedly stroked his prick as he watched the action unfold
on the screen.  At first it was much as he remembered when he and the twins
had left.  April, May and June all in a tangle on the floor, kissing and
licking each other, their smooth pussies shiny wet with their juices.  As
he watched the three friends eat each other through multiple orgasms, he
quickly grabbed his scorecard and began writing down his point totals from
the evening before.
   Six girls showing their breasts and pussies was ninety points, watching
two girls having sex was forty points.  I wonder if it's worth more since
it was six girls?  Anthony wondered idly.  Getting to touch a girl's tits
and pussy and doing so while nude added sixty points, times two girls was
one-twenty.  Another one-twenty for two girls stroking and sucking his
dick, and Anthony found to his amazement he was up to almost four hundred
points.
   As he watched the three girls writhing around on the floor, Anthony
wondered if this counted, since it was on video.  Can't hurt anything to
try to get credit for it, he rationalized, and quickly watched to the end
of the tape, which ended with all six girls in a tangled pile of breasts
and asses and tongues and fingers on the floor of his Winnebago.
   Shit, I don't know what this is worth, he thought, throwing up his hands
in defeat.  Six girls all having sex together, all showing their tits and
pussies, and for an added bonus he found that all six girls had wished him
a happy vacation at the end of the tape so that doubled his score.  Fuck
it, he thought.  I'll just call it an even fourteen hundred points and
we'll see if anybody yells at me.
   Anthony quickly booted up the laptop and sent off an email, detailing
his conquests from the night before and his afternoon of anal sex with
Stacy.  Not a bad first day, he thought.  Wondering what time it was,
Anthony was amazed to see it was already half past ten in the morning.
   Not wanting to fall behind in his driving schedule, Anthony quickly
showered, regretting for a moment that he hadn't had a chance to test the
shower with another person.
   Throwing on a different pair of sweats and a comfortable t-shirt,
Anthony climbed behind the wheel of the Winnebago Adventurer and pulled out
of the hotel parking lot, heading for Chicago, the next stop on his tour.
   *****
   It was already a little after two o'clock in the afternoon, when the
troubles started.  Anthony was chugging along Interstate 70, fifteen miles
from Indianapolis, when he was surprised to notice the gas gauge was close
to empty.  I should have more than a hundred miles left in the tank, he
thought, but decided to go the prudent route and avoid running out of gas
in the middle of nowhere.
   Wanting to avoid the larger truck stops, I sure wouldn't want to fuck
anything that's been riding in a big rig for the past three days, he
thought, Anthony pulled off the highway and headed down a less traveled
county highway, looking for a smaller gas station.
   As he pulled into a local "Tank and Tummy," something that appeared to
be part gas station and part restaurant, Anthony felt the big trailer start
to shudder beneath him as the gas guzzling engine coughed on the last drops
of fuel.  Coasting to a stop, Anthony got out of his vehicle and began
filling the tank.  He was amazed as the numbers on the pump kept spinning
and spinning, thankful once more for the piece of plastic in his pocket. 
As the dial spun past the one hundred dollar mark Anthony laughed once more
at his good fortune.  No way I could afford to own something like this, he
thought.
   At last the pump clicked to a stop and Anthony went inside to pay for
his purchase, grabbing a couple frankfurters and a bag of chips to tide him
over until he reached the Windy City.  He grimaced as he bit into the
rubbery hot dog, promising himself a real Chicago-style hot dog when he
reached his destination.
   Cursing himself for sleeping in as late as he had, Anthony quickly
trotted back to the RV and climbed in, preparing to head off down the road.
If I make good time I should get into town around five.  That should be
plenty of time to hit a club and find a lady for the evening, he thought.
   Just as Anthony began pulling the forty-foot vehicle back onto the road,
he was startled out of his reverie by a shrill ringing sound.  What the
hell?  he wondered, realizing the sound was coming from the glove
compartment.  What's in there?
   Putting the parking break on, Anthony reached over and flipped open the
glove compartment, remembering as the sound grew in volume that he had
stashed the cell phone there.
   "Hello?" he said, wondering who could possibly be calling him.
   "Where the fuck do you think you're going, sonny?"
   "What?  Who is this?"
   "Who is this?  Who do you think this is?  I'm running this damn contest,
and I say you turn around right now or you're out."
   "Out?  What do you mean I'm out?  Why?"
   "Who did you fuck in the gas station?"
   "What?"
   "You weren't in there more than thirty seconds.  Who'd you fuck?"
   "How did you....?  Nobody."
   "Then get back there or you're out.  Read your instructions.  Every time
you get out of the Winnebago you have to pick up a chick.  Consider this
your one and only warning."
   "But..."
   "But nothing."
   "But the only person in the gas station was an old guy!"
   "Tough shit.  Should have thought ahead, I guess.  Now get to it."
   Before Anthony could say another word the line clicked dead in his hand.
He stared at the phone, wondering how in the hell the old man had known
where he was, followed quickly by where in the hell he was going to find a
woman.
   Sighing in resignation, Anthony turned the Winnebago around and headed
back to the gas station.  This place doesn't look that desolate, he thought
hopefully.  Surely I can find something quick and get out of here.  I don't
have to have sex with anyone, he realized happily.  Just getting a girl to
show me her tits is enough, as long as I get it on tape.
   Three hours later, hot and dejected, Anthony found himself still parked
in the same dusty parking lot at the same deserted gas station.  To his
horror he found out the station closed at five o'clock, and after assuring
the station owner that he was fine, there's no need to call the police, I'm
just resting a little while, Anthony began to wonder if he would still be
stuck here the next day when the morning shift arrived.
   Why the hell didn't I just go to a big truck stop.  I'm sure I could
have found some woman happy to show me her tits in exchange for a good
meal. Fuck!
   The hot dogs and chips had long since disappeared, and Anthony found
himself growing hungry.  He was disappointed to see that the camper had not
been stocked with food, and climbed out in search of a vending machine. 
Fortunately the owner of the gas station had thought to have a full
complement of snack foods available, and Anthony used most of a roll of
quarters, but returned to the Winnebago loaded with enough junk food to
keep him satisfied for a few hours.
   Around seven o'clock Anthony noticed the light outside was beginning to
grow dim, and he resigned himself to the fact that it appeared more and
more likely he would be stuck here all night.  This really makes up for
yesterday, Anthony thought.
   He had considered walking into town and trying his luck there, but based
on the maps he was able to bring up on the internet, the closest town was
more than eleven miles away, and that kind of hike was not something
Anthony was looking forward to.  Not in the dark, and especially not in
these shoes, he muttered, wishing again he had purchased a pair of sneakers
instead of the stiff Italian loafers he was now wearing.
   As he finished off the last bite of his recently purchased vending
machine cupcake and washed it down with the last swallow of soda, Anthony
glanced up, amazed to see a pair of headlights in the distance.  Throwing
aside the empty aluminum can, he raced for the door, stopping short only as
his hand reached for handle.
   What are you doing?  he asked himself.  Suppose there is a woman in the
car, what were you planning?  Going to scream for her to show her tits and
hope she doesn't mind being videotaped?  Stupid.
   Deciding to lay low and see what happened, Anthony flicked off the
overhead lights just as the car pulled into the darkened gas station.  A
young man opened the driver's side door and looked out, paying particular
attention to the large motor home.  Anthony was close enough that he was
able to hear through the open window what the boy said to his companion.
   "You see that thing before?" he asked.
   "Uh uh.  Never," a voice from inside the car answered.  Anthony thrilled
as he realized the voice belonged to a female.  Maybe there's a chance I
can get out of here yet!
   "Is anyone in it?" the female continued, and Anthony froze, scarce
daring to breath, as the young man strode over and peered in the window.
   Anthony was thankful he'd thought to lock the door behind him when he
had returned from the vending machines, as the boy jiggled the handle once
before turning back to the car.
   "Nah, there's nobody here," he called out.  Anthony held his breath,
still fearing discovery, when suddenly the passenger's door opened, and out
climbed a beautiful girl.
   She looks so young, Anthony thought, remembering that the old man
running the contest had specified that the contest had a lower age limit of
sixteen, with no exceptions, and that anyone caught breaking this rule
would be immediately expelled from the game and might possibly be reported
to the police.  Anthony had scoffed when he had first read this, wondering
how the old man could possibly know, but after receiving the mysterious
phone call he wasn't willing to risk the chance.
   It's like he was watching me, Anthony thought with a shudder.  Almost
like he could hear inside the Winnebago.
   All thoughts of hidden microphones were quickly banished from his mind
as the boy and girl started kissing, no more than ten feet from where
Anthony crouched beside an open window.
   "Oh Bobby," he heard the girl moan as the boy grabbed at her blue
jean-covered ass.  The girl opened her mouth to the insistent tongue of her
young lover, and Anthony felt his prick grow hard as he watched the girl
press her tits against the young man's chest.
   "You're such a good kisser, Christine," the boy mumbled as he began
pushing the girl to the ground.
   "You want me to kiss it?" she asked, reaching up to cup the boy's cock
through his jeans.  The sound of the zipper being undone echoed in the dry
night air, and the girl giggled, looking around for anyone who might be
watching their playtime.
   "There's no one there," the boy mumbled, pushing his jeans down around
his ankles and freeing his cock from the tight confines of his underwear.
Christine cooed as she circled the shaft with her hand and brought her face
closer to the bulbous head of his prick.  "Shit," the boy hissed as the
girl's tongue darted out to lick at the hot poker of flesh she held in her
hand.
   Goddamn, Anthony thought as the girl took long swipes at the boys prick.
It's almost like she's licking an ice cream cone.
   As the girl continued sucking the boy's cock, Anthony moved as quietly
as he could, mindful of any rocking motion the Winnebago might make,
working his way to where the video camera sat on the counter.  Checking to
see that the tape currently in the camera had enough film, Anthony returned
to the window, pressing the camera as close to the screen as he dared, and
began recording.
   Shit, he cursed.  To his dismay, Anthony had forgotten the always-on
light affixed to the video camera, and the boy and girl now found
themselves frozen in a pool of light.
   "Run, Bobby!" the girl cried out, struggling to her feet.  Anthony
realized his last chance for any sex would be tearing out of the parking
lot in a few seconds, and hastily threw open the door to the RV, pointing
the camera directly at the young couple's car.
   "Stop!" he shouted, sighing with relief as the young couple froze. 
Bobby was frantically trying to pull up his pants, his now wilted erection
flopping between his legs as the boy struggled to cover himself.  "I said
stop," Anthony repeated.
   "Who are you?" the girl asked.
   "Doesn't matter, does it Christine?" Anthony replied, shining the camera
directly at the frightened girl.  The girl gasped as she heard her name.
   "You know who we are?" she asked, panic spreading through her body.  If
anyone found out that she had come out here with Bobby, and what they were
doing, she would never be allowed out of the house again, and neither would
Bobby.
   "I know enough," Anthony answered, swinging the camera to shine on the
nervous Bobby.  "I'm pretty sure your parents wouldn't be happy to know the
two of you were out here.  How about I give you a lift back into town?"
Anthony asked, hoping their panic at being discovered would override any
common sense the two kids might have.
   "No!" Bobby shouted.  "If you do that, we're dead meat."
   "Yeah, Mom would kill us," Christine agreed.
   "Is that what would happen?" Anthony asked.
   "Yeah, either that our she'd lock us up in the basement and we'd be
there forever, because Dad would never let us out after he learned what the
two of us were up to," the boy moaned.
   Anthony laughed at that, surely these kids didn't think their punishment
would be as simple as being locked up together.
   "You think you'd be stuck in the basement together?  Christine, what
would your mom do when she found out you got caught sucking on your
boyfriend's cock?"
   "He's not my boyfriend," Christine said, beginning to sob.  "He's... 
he's my..."
   "I'm her brother," Bobby said, staring at the ground, and Anthony had to
fight back a gasp.
   "Interesting," he finally said, walking closer to the frightened couple.
"So what brings you two out here, besides the obvious?" he asked, pointing
at Bobby's shriveled erection.  Bobby blushed, fighting the urge to cover
himself, still unsure of what exactly was happening.  For some reason the
boy didn't think this stranger was all that upset at having discovered the
two siblings like he had.
   "It's all our mom's fault," Bobby answered, beginning to get angry. 
"She won't let us date, and it's not like we're kids anymore," he spat.
   "Oh, you're all grown up, are you?"
   "We're old enough," the girl mumbled.
   "How old?" Anthony asked quickly.
   "What?"
   "How old are the two of you?"
   "We're...  we're eighteen," the girl finally answered.
   "Bullshit," Anthony laughed.  "You're definitely not eighteen."
   "Seventeen," Bobby answered defiantly, daring the older man to
contradict him.  Anthony saw Christine give a quick glance to her brother,
looking away as she noticed Anthony staring at her.
   "Christine?" he asked.  The girl refused to answer at first, but finally
gave in under his steady gaze.
   "Bobby's almost seventeen and I turned sixteen last month," she said. 
"Happy now?" she asked.
   "Absolutely," Anthony said with a grin.  More than you'll probably ever
know, he thought.  I don't much care for young kids, but they're legal for
the contest, and I have to get out of here.
   "So what are you going to do with us?" Bobby asked sullenly.
   "I'm not going to do anything," Anthony replied calmly, a plan forming
in his mind.  "Why don't the two of you come inside my camper?" he asked.
"You can make out all you want, do...  whatever you kids came out here to
do in the first place."
   "That's it?" Bobby asked, distrustful of such a simple solution.
   "That's all," Anthony promised.  "I just want to watch is all."
   "Fucking pervert!" Christine screamed, shaking her fist at him.  Anthony
stifled a laugh, as he found himself becoming aroused at the sight of the
teenager's pert breasts swaying underneath her tight-fitting shirt.
   "That's the deal," Anthony replied.  "Take it or leave it, but are you
sure your parents want to hear about this from me?" he asked, pointing the
camera directly in the girl's face.
   "Fine," she sulked, glancing quickly at her brother, who nodded his
agreement.
   "But that stays off," the boy added, pointing at the camera.
   "Nope, that's part of the deal," Anthony said.
   "But, that's..." the boy blustered, beginning to flush with anger.
   "That's part of the deal," Anthony repeated firmly.  "The camera stays
on, or I go...  directly to your parents."
   "How do you know where we live?" Christine asked, flashing a triumphant
grin, which Anthony quickly turned to a frown.
   "The internet's an amazing invention," he said.  "I'd bet that all it
would take is a few bucks and a couple minutes, and I could trade your
license plate number into a complete set of information.  Name, address,
phone numbers," he said, snapping his fingers.  "Easy as pie."
   The siblings looked at each other once more, before silently nodding at
Anthony.
   "I guess," Bobby said, his shoulders slumped as he walked to the
Winnebago.  Anthony slapped him on the back, laughing at the boy's defeated
expression.
   "Don't take it so hard," he said, laughing as the boy tried to walk
while holding his pants up with one hand.  "This is what the two of you
came out here to do in the first place, remember?  So what if a pervert
like me gets a free show.  You get a comfortable bed to fuck around on, and
I could get in more trouble than you two, so you can be sure that I won't
be telling anyone about this," he lied.  Except for whoever it is that gets
these videotapes, he added silently to himself.
   "Promise?" asked Christine as she brushed past him through the doorway,
a glimmer of hope beginning to show on her face.
   "Promise," he answered, turning to follow the two kids inside.  He
closed the door behind them and turned to find the two kids standing side
by side, nervously looking at him.
   "What do you want us to do?" Christine finally asked.
   "Whatever you were going to do," Anthony shrugged.  "Pretend I'm not
here."
   "Okay," Bobby said nervously.
   "Where's the bedroom?" Christine asked, and Anthony led the way, leaning
back against the dresser as Bobby and Christine timidly climbed onto the
large bed.
   "Are you ready?" Christine asked.
   "For what?" Anthony asked.
   "To shoot us," she answered shyly, pointing at the camera in his hands.
Anthony motioned for the two kids to go ahead and flicked on the camera,
zooming in as Bobby tilted his head down to kiss his sister on the lips.
   Christine was hesitant, glancing nervously back to where Anthony held
the camera to his eye.
   "Pretend I'm not here," he repeated.
   "But it's hard," Christine said.
   "Is it?" he laughed.  "It doesn't look like it's hard enough yet, not to
be of use to anybody," Anthony grinned, while Bobby grimaced, realizing
they were talking about his limp penis.  "I think you should do something
about that, don't you?" Anthony asked Christine, who nodded once more
before reaching out and capturing Bobby's penis in her hand.
   "Ah," the boy sighed as Christine's slender fingers wrapped around his
soft penis.  He closed his eyes and leaned back against the pillows.  With
his eyes closed, he realized he couldn't see the camera, and it became
easier to imagine it was just Christine and himself alone at home on their
parents' bed.
   Anthony watched in rapt attention as Christine slowly stroked her
brother to a full erection.  For a young kid, he sure is packing some heat,
Anthony thought as the boy's prick swelled to a very respectable size.  I
wonder if she can take it all down her throat, he wondered.
   With one last glance in Anthony's direction, Christine slowly bent her
head down, and Anthony realized she was concerned that he catches
everything on the camera.  Anthony silently moved forward, grinning as
Christine pulled her hair back away from her face and gently snaked her
tongue out of her mouth, swirling it around the spongy head of her
brother's cock.
   "More," Bobby hissed through clenched teeth, as he felt the soft wetness
of Christine's mouth envelope the head of his prick.  She suctioned lightly
on the fat knob of his cock, her tongue lightly flicking over his piss
hole, and he sucked in a deep breath as one of her hands began fondling his
nuts.
   Anthony felt his own cock swelling in his pants, and reached down to
adjust his erection, which felt like it was threatening to rip through at
any moment.  Christine grinned as her head bobbed up and down her brother's
erection.  She could see the older man with the video camera out of the
corner of his eye, and it made her pussy cream knowing she was able to get
the grown man so excited.
   Wanting to put on more of a show, the girl suddenly rose up, quickly
stripping off her shirt, revealing her lemon-sized tits as they strained
against her girlish bra.  She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her,
wishing she had something sexier to wear, but smiled as she heard Anthony's
groan as he saw her smooth flesh come into view.
   Feeling an excitement greater than anything she'd felt in her young
life, Christine turned her back to Anthony, looking over her shoulder with
her most seductive look.
   "Undo me?" she asked, feeling a rush of sensations coursing through her
body as the trembling fingers of the older man deftly unsnapped the flimsy
brassiere.
   She's perfect, Anthony thought as the camera captured each perfect, tiny
breast.  The smooth cones of flesh were pale white, and he wondered if they
had ever seen the light of day.  The bikini she used for tanning was
obviously very tiny, judging by the size of the patches over her breasts.
Christine's nipples were tiny, pink and puckered and seemed almost to be
aiming straight up in the air as the young girl paused momentarily, letting
the camera travel over her body.
   Bobby had opened his eyes when he felt his sister's mouth leave his
prick, and he lay back on the bed, watching his sister pose for the camera.
   "Come here," he moaned, his cock sticking straight in the air. 
Greedily, he reached out and caught a firm nipple in his fingers, rolling
and pinching the erect bit of flesh.  Christine squealed as a jolt of
electricity shot through her body, seemingly running in a direct current
from her nipples to her pussy.
   "I'm so wet," she panted, the camera momentarily forgotten.  Christine
quickly stripped her jeans and panties off and returned to her brother's
cock, blushing as she realized the man behind her had an unobstructed view
of her pussy and asshole.  She was surprised to find that not only did the
thought not bother her, but Christine found herself trembling with lust at
the idea of showing herself off to this stranger.
   "Suck my cock," Bobby panted, reaching out to grab his sister's hand and
pulling her toward him.  Christine happily complied and began sucking
frantically on her brother's stiff prick, sliding her left hand up and down
his shaft while her right hand played with her smooth wet pussy.
   Anthony praised whatever force had brought these two kids into the gas
station parking lot as he moved around the bed, filming their activities.
Bobby had a handful of hair in each fist, and was slamming his cock up into
Christine's sucking mouth.  Anthony worried about any pain he might be
causing his sister, but judging by the frantic moans she was making,
Christine was more than happy to let her brother fuck her face.
   Suddenly Bobby shouted that he was coming, and Anthony watched, his own
prick twitching in anticipation, as the young boy flexed his prick,
shooting his cum deep inside his sister's throat.
   "Holy hell," he gasped as he flopped back onto the bed.  Christine
whipped her head around, staring at the obvious bulge in the front of
Anthony's pants.
   "Come here," she panted, her fingers still toying with the slick wetness
surrounding her tiny pink pussy.  "I want to suck you too," she said.
   As much as he wanted to unload his spunk into her mouth, Anthony found
he couldn't see himself sinking far enough down to actually letting this
woman-child suck him off, and shook his head in refusal.
   "I'm fine," he lied, his erection saying otherwise.  Christine got a
confused look on her face, and cocked her head in the man's direction.
   "Won't you start hurting?" she asked?
   "Hurting?" Anthony asked, suddenly confused.  "Why would I be hurting?"
   "Bobby says guys' balls turn blue if they don't cum," she said, looking
at her brother for confirmation.
   "Your brother is full of shit," Anthony said, laughing as Bobby turned
red and began looking for his clothes.  "Hold it right there," Anthony
said, turning to face the cringing boy.
   "I...  I never said that," he claimed, shooting his sister a look, but
she just looked back defiantly at him.
   "Did too," she answered.  "You said guys have to cum once they get hard,
or it's really painful.  You're such a liar," she shouted and began beating
her tiny fists against Bobby's chest.
   "Hold it, hold it," Anthony shouted, shutting off the camera and trying
to separate the two kids.  Finally Bobby was sitting on one side of the bed
while Anthony held the naked, squirming Christine in his arms.
   "Liar," she shouted again.  "You said it hurt, and you wouldn't even
lick my pussy when I asked you."
   "That's gross," Bobby blurted.  "You smell funny, and that's where you
pee."
   "So do you," Christine shot back, struggling to release herself from
Anthony's grip.  Try as he might, Anthony found the situation horribly
arousing, aware of the girl's soft ass cheeks pressing back against his
erection.  Finally unable to hold on any longer, he released the girl,
expecting her to again begin pummeling her brother.  Instead, Christine
turned to face him, her hands dropping immediately to the protrusion in his
pants.
   "What are you doing?" he gasped as the girl's fingers played lightly
over his shaft.  She paid particular attention to the wet spot spreading
over the stretchy material as Anthony leaked copious amounts of pre-cum.
   "I want to," she answered.
   "Why?  I thought you didn't like it," stammered Anthony.
   "I love it," she replied, "but I just wish Bobby would do me too."
   "Are you sure?"
   "Yeah," she answered, slowly dropping to her knees and pulling Anthony's
sweats down, and the man slowly stepped out of them.  As the elastic of his
underwear cleared the head of his prick, the shaft waved proudly in the
air, slapping the pretty girl in the face.  "Hey," she cried, surprised at
the older man's size.  "Wow...  you're bigger than Bobby," she boasted,
turning to make a face at her brother.
   "I can't believe you're going to suck his cock," the boy sulked.
   "What are you going to do?" she teased.  "Tell Mom and Dad about it?"
   "Maybe," he muttered.
   Suddenly Anthony felt his cock enveloped in a tight wetness as the girl
in front of him sucked half his length into her mouth.  Christine sucked on
the thick shaft, her cheeks caved inwards as she applied pressure to his
prick, her tongue flicking quickly over his bulbous head.
   Shit, Anthony moaned.  Whoever taught this girl to suck cock did a
fantastic job.  Anthony could feel himself already nearing his orgasm, so
excited was he from watching the two young teens on his bed.  He pulled his
cock gently from Christine's mouth, putting his hand on her head to steady
himself.
   "Too fast," he gasped.  "I don't want to cum yet."
   "I can't help it," Christine said.  "I love sucking your cock."
   "You're too good at it.  Bobby, get behind your sister.  You need to
learn to lick her pussy."
   Bobby resisted for a moment, before silently nodding.  He crawled on all
fours over to his sister, before rolling over onto his back and positioning
himself between her widespread thighs.
   "What do I do?" he asked, nervously looking at the gaping slit of his
sister's spread cunt.  Bobby didn't know where to start, and he was
suddenly afraid of messing up.
   "Be gentle with her," Anthony said.  "Stroke her thighs with your hands,
lick up and down her slit, and be careful of her clit."
   "What's that?" Bobby asked.
   "There's a little button of nerves at the top of her slit.  It's kind of
like your cock, it's really sensitive, so be really gentle with it.  Just
do what comes naturally, you'll be able to tell what Christine likes by how
she reacts."
   Christine looked more nervous than Bobby as she lowered her pussy onto
her brother's face, unsure of what to expect.  She squealed as his slippery
tongue first pushed through the wet folds of her dripping pussy, but
quickly the surprise turned to delight as sensations she had only felt
before under the attention of her own fingers coursed through her body.
   "That's great," she gasped as she gently rocked her hips over her
brother's face.  "I've never felt anything like this with someone else,"
she moaned.
   Christine realized she was still holding Anthony's cock in her hand, and
quickly dipped her head to take in the first few inches of his erection.
   As the girl continued sucking on his cock, Anthony began forcing more
and more of his cock into her wet mouth, feeling the tight muscles at the
back of her throat relax as she accommodated his entire length.
   "Holy shit," he cried out as he felt a tightness around his shaft unlike
anything he had ever experienced.  The camera was suddenly unsteady in his
hand, and he almost dropped it as he thrust wildly against the teen's face.
Her gaze was locked on Anthony's face, a look of excitement in her eyes as
she realized the power she possessed.  Not only was this older man putty in
her hands, but her own brother was now positioned beneath her, pleasuring
her with his fingers and tongue.
   Christine felt an orgasm suddenly well up inside her, the muscles in her
legs and abdomen quivering with excitement, and too soon she felt the inner
walls of her pussy began clenching as the climax overcame her.
   Standing in front of this spectacle, Anthony felt his own passion
plateau in his groin, and for the first time that day his balls released
their load of cum, shooting out through the tip of his cock into
Christine's waiting mouth.
   "Here it comes," he screamed, too late as Christine began choking on the
thick white liquid.  Her back was arched as she pulled away from Anthony's
erection, her hips locked around her brother's neck, while Bobby continued
to stimulate her sensitive folds.  Christine's face was coated with
Anthony's cum, and he shivered as she reached up a finger, wiping her
cheeks clean of his semen, before licking her fingers clean.
   Bobby was once again hard, and Anthony watched in rapt attention, every
action caught on video, as the two kids turned to kiss once more, before
crawling to the bed and licking each other to one last orgasm.
   The hour was getting late, and although he was sad to see them go,
Anthony gently shooed the two kids back to their own car.
   "But they'll be able to tell," Christine worried, smelling her arousal
and noticing her mussed appearance.  "Can't we take a shower in there?" she
asked, remembering the bathroom she had seen in the trailer.
   "Sorry," Anthony apologized, happy to once again be back on the road. 
I'm finally back in the contest, he thought, breathing a sigh of relief.
   "How's that, old man?" Anthony asked aloud, as he pulled the motor home
back onto the highway, relieved when his cell phone didn't immediately
start ringing in answer.
   Thankful to once again be on the road, and with his fuel tanks full,
Anthony began figuring when he would next need to stop for gas.  Chicago
was only three hours down the road, and Des Moines - his next stop - was
five hours past that.  Checking his gauges, Anthony knew he had enough gas
to make it all the way to Iowa's capitol city.  He had plans for Chicago,
and intended to spend some productive hours in the Windy City, but Anthony
was pleased he wouldn't run the risk of being stranded like this again, at
least for a couple days.
   Anthony continued driving late into the night, finally passing a sign
off to the side of the road announcing that the Hoosier State thanked him
for visiting.
   The Hoosier State indeed, he smirked, remembering how Christine had
sucked him off.  The name's kind of fitting after all, I guess.  With a
quick glance at his Chicago street map, Anthony headed off down the road,
happy to be leaving Indiana behind forever.
   *****
   It was just before midnight when Anthony pulled his Winnebago into the
darkened hotel parking lot on the west edge of Chicago.  For having this
huge house on wheels, I'm sure staying at a lot of hotels, he mused.
   After going through the nighttime check-in procedures, Anthony walked
across the street to an all-night gas station and purchased a couple of
Chicago's local underground newspapers.  They were trash periodicals, and
not something Anthony would normally read, but he was anxious to check on
his plans.
   Staying in this hotel was all a part of Anthony's plan to ultimately win
the contest.  A week earlier, after having decided to join the competition,
Anthony had recognized his best chances for bringing in big point totals
would come in Chicago, and had put his plan in motion.  Turning to the
classified ads, Anthony saw everything was in place for a day of big
adventures.
   Realizing if he wanted to win the competition he would have to figure
out some way to earn massive amounts of points while not leaving himself a
deflated, quivering mess, Anthony had hit on the idea of becoming a porn
producer, at least for one day.
   If only it would work to hit Las Vegas or Los Angeles, Anthony thought,
only slightly less pleased that Chicago had been a major city on his way to
the west coast.  Anthony knew these two cities weren't logical options, the
drive was too long as it was, and after the delay in Indianapolis, Anthony
worried about driving himself into the ground in order to make up the time
he had lost.
   The notice he had placed read as follows: Amateur actresses needed to
audition for roles in exotic films.  No experience necessary.  All comers
welcome.  Wednesday from 10:00 AM until 6:00 PM.  Shady Hill Inn, Room 430.
   Anthony hoped the tiny newspaper advertisement would bring in a long
line of women willing to take their clothes off in front of his camera. 
And maybe more, Anthony thought.  If only a few of them agree to fuck me,
in addition to the points I'll get from videotaping them naked, I should be
rolling in the points.
   After setting up his camera and tripod, Anthony walked the few blocks to
an all-night copy center, returning with a stack of "Model Release Forms."
Satisfied everything was in place, Anthony crashed onto the hotel bed and
fell quickly asleep, anxious for whatever the next day would bring.
   End Tuesday
  
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