Gooey

by Aristocatch

Rob is someone I have known since school. We both still live in the same town and so bump into each other from time to time. He's not especially a friend but, given that we have known each other for maybe 15 years, we generally chat when we do see each other.

Our paths have been rather different. I work as a secretary in a lawyer's office. He had a clever idea to further technology, set up a start-up, and sold it for a vast sum, staying on as a consultant. Money to him was no problem.

He called me one day, out of the blue, and invited me for a drink when he sketched out his ideas. They sounded like fun and so I said yes.

Including Rob there were nine of us at his large house, six women and three men. We were all aged between twenty five and thirty five. Rob is only 1m65 tall and slim. The other two men were barely any taller or heavier. I gathered that this was done on purpose, so that the women were as physically big as the men, if not a bit bigger. We were to be three teams. Joanna who I also knew joined me in Rob's team. I didn't know any of the others. Rob knew the other two men who had chosen their partners from different towns in the general area. One thing was clear, none of the men liked flat-chested ladies ; we all had well-rounded bosoms.

Installed in one large reception room in the house was a kind of tarpaulin, but with raised padded edges round the sides. This was full of an inch or so of a clear, gooey liquid which we learned was nuru gel.

I knew what was proposed and so was ready and happy for what was going to happen to me. Ron, being wary, had made all of us sign a waiver to say that we knew what might happen, that we had taken our precautions (including AIDS and sexually-transmitted-diseases tests). Keep risks as low as possible.

I also knew that we ladies were expected to fight each other – though how you fight in nuru remained to be seen!

Each team would combat the others, meaning that there would be three contests. The first was to begin at 10 in the morning as there would need to be gaps between so that the team from one combat, who would also be in the next one had time to recover. Listening to the rules it was to be hoped that the guys were thoroughly virile.

We all dressed in white T-shirts and shorts and four women (myself included) entered gingerly into the nuru, which felt quite pleasant against the skin of my legs. The first part of events pitted the girls from two teams together. Essentially we had to strip our opponents and touch them up as much as we could, until all four were naked. There were no 'points' at stake, merely getting ready for what was to come. It was emphasised that this was only to be semi serious with fun as important as winning.

Nuru gel is actually quite slippery and so we advanced on our knees rather gingerly. Having fun was topmost in our minds and, rather than rush to strip each other, we rubbed hands full of gel over the clothes and even splashed nuru. The choice of white clothes became evident as, very quickly, they became more or less see-through.

Even playing gently one or other would slip in the gel and so very soon our bodies and hair were coated in clear nuru. We might as well have been naked for all our clothes hid. From the noises coming from those not in the ring, this was much to their liking. Once the clothes had totally absorbed the gel they stuck like a second skin and, when stripping started, it proved hard work. This gave plenty of chance for us to, for example, tease our opponents' nipples so that they became even more pronounced through the clinging cloth. This was really quite sexy, the feel of the gel adhering to our bodies, the sight of almost naked bodies, hands playing with our breasts, even rubbing our pussies through the cloth, our hands in contact with boobs and pudenda.

I knew perfectly well that sex in gel was the order of the day, even if it was hidden by the rules of the game. This was the perfect way to prepare, sexy and comforting and encouraging us to become more daring.

Clothes did start being shed, often needing two of us to gang up on one, to achieve any sort of success. Once tops were pulled up hands could touch breasts, even before the tops were removed, to seek to excite and stimulate. Once shorts were off gooey fingers slid so easily deep inside pussies which were so ready (and willing).

My teammate still had her T-shirt pulled up, but not off, and our opponents seemed in no hurry to rip it off as we all slid this way and that fingering pussies and playing with breasts. It was great sexy fun, and a real turn on, though none of us tried to actually force anyone to orgasm.

Then we were all naked, part one stopped and the two men could join us. Simple rules – each team was to try to force the opponent's man to come. A ten minute time limit was imposed. No penetration was allowed, The man could defend himself and have fun with the bodies of his attackers, if he could.

Tom, as our team captain, told us to both attack Harry from the opposing team and not seek to defend him. As all good players do, we obeyed instructions. Our opponents sent one girl to attack, keeping one for defence.

We rushed (slithered) forward. Their attacker met us half way and we tipped her up. When she was flat on her back I began fingering her more seriously while my teammate gave her tits a working over. You could see her enjoying the sensations that must have been flowing through her body.

Her partner was still staying close to Harry, unsure as to what she should do. I kept an eye on her. Meanwhile my partner was twisting our opponent's nipples in a most lascivious way and and I was taking care of business down under. I waited until Harry's defender finally decided that she ought to react. By then her partner was panting heavily and totally resigned to accepting her 'dues'.

Abandoning her to any regrets she might have, I intercepted Harry's defender and my partner made a bee-line for Harry whose shorts survived no time at all. Harry had been so fascinated by what he was looking at that he was quite frozen. When my partner's hand started to pump his penis he woke up rather and began to twist out of her grasp.

In the meantime I was having quite a tussle which was as near to wrestling as you can get in nuru. My job was to keep Harry's defender quiet, while my partner tried to stimulate Harry beyond his defensive capabilities. It soon became apparent, however, that Harry was defending himself quite well and actually taking the fight back to my partner who soon found herself squirming on Harry's fingers, getting no more than fleeting holds on his shaft.

My tussle was the least sexy moment so far – even though the nuru did give a certain comforting, cocooning effect. I tried to keep her busy and she tried to get rid of me so as to go to Harry's aid (even if it didn't look as if he really needed it!). We pulled each other this way and that in the gel with me managing to keep her too far away from Harry to help.

Finally my partner called out that she wasn't getting anywhere so I changed tactics and thrusting my adversary as far across the gel as I could I slid across and clamped my mouth over Harry's unprotected penis. The surprise factor was enough for him to lose his hold on my partner who quickly grabbed his arms.

Our numerical advantage was short lived and I soon found my legs being pulled, but I clung onto Harry's legs and my mouth worked away. My legs found freedom and I spun around, trying to pin Harry down with my weight. My partner released Harry's shoulders and went to try to keep the defender at bay.

Watching all that was going on was clearly to Harry's liking, as was having his cock sucked, licked and manhandled. I knew that I would bring him off if I could maintain my position long enough. Nuru, however, is not a stable surface and so he eventually managed to slide his hands free and plunge his fingers into my pussy. I let him finger me all he wanted, after all I had nothing to lose and, concentrated on his sex. I could hear his breathing getting laboured and then came the moment I had been waiting for, when his resistance ceased as his need to come became dominant. I was rewarded with a mouthful as Harry's body went limp.

Emptying my mouthful into the gel I looked around to see how Tom was getting on. His opponent was less advanced than we were, but she had obviously managed to stimulate him quite well. The question now was what tactics to follow. There was still time left, the main question was how long would it take Harry to be ready to come again? Should be both go and try to stop Tom ejaculating, or go flat out to bring Harry off again?

Tom was allowed some pleasure and it seemed unlikely that he would go the duration intact, so we quickly decided to go for it. But, taking advantage of Harry's deflated state, we both leapt on his defender and sexually assaulted her as hard as we could. My partner had obviously been keeping her busy by more sexual means than I had used and she gratifyingly responded to our 'caresses' in a fairly explosive manner.

Leaving her trembling in the goo, we went to work on Harry. This time we took it in turns sucking and rubbing and playing with his nipples. He was instantly hard, and finding that we made no effort to block his hands he enjoyed himself grabbing our breasts and fingering our pussies whenever he could. Hoping that this was adding to his stimulus, we let him (and if truth be told we enjoyed being felt up – the nuru really heightened the sensations).

Of course Harry's defender, once she had recovered, scooted over to Tom who didn't take long in showing his appreciation of what the two women were doing to him.

Maybe the duration of the bout had been carefully calculated. Another five minutes and we would have forced Harry to come again, but at the end of time he was still grinning from ear to ear, sporting a raging hard-on, and grabbing us every which way. A one-all draw was declared and we all trooped off to shower and have a rest.

You won't be surprised to learn that, by late afternoon when all three bouts had played out, each had ended in a draw and Tom declared that after refreshments and a break the later evening be used for a tie-break. He had, of course, arranged for caterers with three youngish waitresses to come in and feed us!