Find That Guy: Porn TV's TG Gameshow Round 02

The feel of the trip down made him quiver in pleasure for a moment before he could work up the effort to try again. Freddy strained with the muscles of his shoulders, back and thighs lifting himself into position again, his pussy dangling a millimeter above Miguel's throbbing tool. This time he took his time, difficult as it was. He lowered himself until he felt the head pop inside. When he felt it enter, he noticed for the first time he was wet. How the hell could that be?

He continued to lower himself, feeling each inch sink slowly in. It was agony on his muscles, this slow descent. But they feelings he was getting from his pussy were more than making up for it. About a third of the way down he thought it was securely in, and dropped the last several inches. "Uungghhh!" he moaned as he was fully penetrated. It was so tight. He felt so full. He was lost in the feelings for a minute. When he came back to himself he looked Miguel in the eye. The bastard was smirking. He thought he had this in the bag. Now Freddy was getting pissed off. He'd show him. He'd ride this guy so hard when he came Freddy would have cum shooting out his nose. That particular thought gave him pause for a sec, but he thought screw it. No actually, screw him. So he did.

Freddy started riding Miguel's dick. Pulling up and down he fucked himself onto the hard cock. With an effort he managed to get a good rhythm going. Up down, up down. He could feel the walls of his new cunt clutching onto the shaft every time he moved up. The feel of muscles clenching and unclenching he knew he didn't even possess. The feeling was incredible. It felt so damn good he just stopped caring how it all worked and the ride.

On every downward stroke Freddy experienced a fullness that caused him to sigh in satisfaction.

He was completely lost in the moment, his eyes half closed. Until a glance at the wall showed him something he hadn't noticed before. There were to strips on the wall with colored lines running up them. They range from blue, to green, yellow to orange to red. One was labeled Winnifred, he other Miguel. And over the top, in bright shining letters, it said ORGASMETER. That was apparently how the audience saw who was approaching orgasm faster. Then it registered on Freddy that Miguel's bar was still in the blue, yet his was fast approaching yellow. He was losing.