It was necessary to have a doctor in attendance,
no problemo, her husband was a medical doctor.
Since this was unofficial there were absolutely no rules.
Premature ejaculator’s had long since set up a booth for “enthusiastic men”.
She hired them all, she had fluff girls,
who sat on milking stools, giving each, expert oral sex,
driving each man, to within three strokes of orgasm,
he was then allowed to stagger forward, and
mount the woman.
4.454* liters of human semen were collected,
she had 1109 sex acts in 72** hours,
averaging 3.8 minutes per sex act.
Her record did not survive the year.
The leading manufacturer of timed
release prostate enhancer
sponsored the next record attempt.
(You know the people who advertise you will have ten milliliter
ejaculations within three weeks,
of using their product. If not you receive an all expense paid trip, to
the Fleet Week of your choice:
Las Vegas, Amsterdam, Bangkok, or Davis Straight)
The insane woman was plumbed up like
she was in intensive care, IV feeding, a catheter
in her urethra, where do you find 1680 men,
twisted enough to do this?
You don’t, you find 240 men, who will sign
a contract obligating them to have sex
once a day for a week.
15.327 liters of semen were collected.
A year after, one lady claimed, she had
documentary evidence proving that by
attending all possible Fleet Weeks, and doing
all possible contests, she had sex with
19,747 men.
Vin continued his policy of ignoring unofficial records.
*The two bottles are on display at the sex Museum in Amsterdam.
** The 72 hours of Fleet Week is actually 73 hours, there is a
one hour, free for all, at the very beginning. Following this one hour
period, the giant timers on their walls are started, and the contests begin.
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Fleet Week was over, Vin was waiting for
Beatrice to arrive for her regularly scheduled
sex session. About half the time, Lady Kathy
politely found pressing work engagements,
allowing the two of them to pleasure each other.
Beatrice was her, make your nuts ache,
beautiful self, and she fucked Vin
with expert precision.
Something was bothering her.
Vin had to drag it out of her.
Beatrice was bummed, Kathy always won.
When they were servicing military people,
this was to be expected.
Kathy had a following, that could not be overcome.
Well except for that one time, when she was tied
to a hospital gurney.
The third Fleet Week per year, she and Kathy
volunteered to service, culinary workers,
busboys and waiters from her Grand Hotel,
would line up for their lifetime ultimate sexual fantasy.
They got to fuck Lady Kathy!
That left one contest a year, when they were on
their pink mats, right on Main Street.
Beatrice should be able to win that contest
but she never could.
Vin agreed to help her, providing she not tell
Lady Kathy, what he was doing.
( Vin of course told Lady Kathy, who guffawed, bunny fucking him.)
Vin called his design engineers and began working
with Beatrice to modify her fishnet chaps.
They took gold plated hooks from working boots.
The new gold hooks were positioned so standard
rubber bands could be threaded through her
small gold grommets, and stretched out to the boot hooks.
She started wearing the outfit, daily under her clothing, making a
conscious effort to
stretch her world-class butterfly out to unbelievable proportions.
Her cunt lips now reached halfway to her wide hips.
They tested the new outfit thoroughly, making sure she could fuck like a
rabbit
without her rubber bands coming loose.
The new outfit was well received at the Ladies Club.
Vin had a special photo session scheduled numerous close up still photos
of her vagina, before, during, and after vigorous sex with Young Leopard.
Vin showed her the swing set, she had tears in her eyes, he had saved
her swing set from Fleet Week I.
Vin penetrated her from behind, many photographs were taken,Young
Leopard slid himself into her vagina,
more photographs, of the sandwich, were taken, from every conceivable angle.
At the next contest, a selection of these still photos were displayed,
on easels, beside her pink mat on Main Street.
She won the contest handily, Lady Kathy protested, claiming it was
cheating, trying very hard to hide her smile.
Lady Kathy and Beatrice then switched to a slightly different form of
contest.
They were both international celebrities.
During the first quarter, they acted as hostesses to the event.
They did contests, competed with each other during the other three
quarters of the show.
Lady Kathy and Beatrice now only did military people once per year.
Culinary and other local workers once per year.
The other two Fleet Weeks were devoted to their many fans.
They had the world’s attention.
On their vacations they upstaged rock stars, without realizing they had
done so.
Vin had found a charity for women with psychological problems, resulting
from their Pelvis Justo Major condition.
They would auction one hundred opportunities to have sex with Beatrice
and Kathy.
This was not prostitution, Kathy did not see the money it went directly
to her charity.
Beatrice put her money in Swiss banks.
Her bankers could not understand her desire to secretly own North
American trailer parks.
By this time Beatrice and Kathy had their own booths in the commercial
part of Fleet Week.
Beatrice grew wealthy from the money her booth produced.
Lady Kathy donated all of hers to charity, she was fearful her husband
would think
poorly of her if he realized she was a whore
Above each booth were gigantic red numbers visible everywhere in the
dirigible hangar sized auditorium.
Men who had purchased, a number at auction watched these numbers closely.
They had the option of going by the booth, picking up a pager, the same
kind used
in the better food court restaurants.
It would vibrate and flash as their number got close.
It is not socially acceptable to use an egg timer on a man who has paid
the price of a three-bedroom house to have sex.
The next ninety nine numbers were on a first-come first-served basis
available to men standing
in line at the booth.
They stood in line for the number, not for sex.
There was no charge. Vin reserved the first free number for himself.
Vin enjoyed having sex with the woman he loved, while people watched.
He just did not want to stand in line for an hour to do so..
Beatrice and Kathy had low weekly numbers, in the two to three hundreds.
Neither of the two women ever complained.
There were many booths: small men, men with huge ones,
African men, oriental men, women into urethral sex, medical conditions,
double penetrations, people who thought incest was cool, people into
electro sex, women with incredibly large vaginas ( Lady Kathy,
and the head of the Aphrodite steering committee were founding members. )
The artwork surrounding their booth always drew standing crowds.
It was fun to walk slowly along the outer wall admiring the incredible
sexual diversity the advertised. It would take a week
just to admire all the pornographic display art.
Vin did a ten hour contest, lying on his back, with the timer set to
two minutes. An amazing number of women were able to bounce
up-and-down on his dick during the prescribed interval of time.
Vin drew a large cheering crowd as he set ” a new world record”.
Kathy and Beatrice admired Vin’s crowd, and promptly set off to visit
the African men’s booth.
Eight hours later they were ready to go.
The Web pages claimed ” a new world record ” for number of double
penetrations by over endowed
African men in a ten hour period.
Vin admitted they beat him fair and square, their crowd was ten times
larger than his.