The Lust System: Brother, Please Help Me-Chapter 173: Pick Your Partner (2)

Time passed quickly while everyone was having fun. The next competition was about to begin. This time, the men and women switched roles. The men would have to find their partners. They could not penetrate using their dick, but they could use fingers.

The same five senses rule works for them as well. The rules are read once more, to make sure that everyone understands what’s happening.

The women are strapped in with their pussies on display. Their legs were resting on their chest to avoid the possibility of being identified by their legs and not their pussy.

The crowd watched as the men stood in a line, looking from left to right. They could see the men obviously becoming hard. There were some women who were already glistening. The possibility of someone touching their pussy and not knowing who was driving them crazy.

Someone in the crowd couldn’t help but remark. "They went for almost identical dicks the last time. Now they do the same with pussy."

"Doesn’t matter if it’s identical on the outside. The inside will definitely feel different," said another.

They were all shaved. The size of the lips was different. There was one in particular that stood out, but they couldn’t deny that most of them did look the same.

Others sitting close heard their conversation and couldn’t help nodding in agreement.

The timer began counting down from fifteen minutes.

"Damn, so much pussy. How could I ever choose?" a contestant spoke to himself.

Everyone began, not in the least bit tentative. They started using fingers to touch. They played with the woman’s pussy lips and clit. Some took the initiative to give a slight lick. There was even one who gave a slap.

He watched the fluids rush out of the woman’s pussy when he slapped it. He gave an appreciative hum.

One such man looking for his partner was Rick. The first woman he found was already wet. He dropped to his knees and used his fingers to spread the woman’s lips.

The scent hit him first. It was something floral. He was certain this wasn’t his partner, but he still stuck his tongue out and licked along her entrance. A small smile appeared when he noticed the jerky motion.

He moved on. He had fifteen minutes. Staying for too long wouldn’t make sense. He tested a few more women until he came to one in particular. He tasted...this wasn’t his partner, but the musk was familiar.

The pussy lips were plump, already damp with arousal. He breathed her in, confirming once more. Bambi. They spent the night together. He tasted her so many times that he remembered the taste of her for days.

His cock twitched as he remembered that night. He had the impulse to taste her again. He licked from her ass to her clit, slowly, savouring the taste.

Her hips bucked against his mouth. His cock pulsed. He was aching to plunge into her, but he couldn’t. Rules were rules. If he did that, he would be disqualified. But nothing stopped him from eating her pussy like the last time. She might guess who is tasting her.

He groaned, the sound making her hips buck again. He dipped his tongue inside her, drawing out her juices. He played with her clit, latching his lips onto the sensitive bud. He slipped two fingers inside her and felt her walls close around them.

He wished he could hear her moaning, but the way her body reacted to his touch was all he could ask for. He curled his finger, touching her G-spot, then worked it.

He felt the spasm that shook her body. He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked while pistoning his fingers inside her. Her hips jumped off the platform. When he was satisfied, Rick patted her pussy and moved on.

He still needed to find his own partner. He took one last long look at the spasming pussy and walked away.

Like Rick, Damian realized Nickie was here. He wouldn’t forget those plump lips any time soon. He clicked his tongue. Someone had gotten here before him. He shook his head; it didn’t matter.

What he needed to find was his partner. But as he raised a foot to step away, he found himself unable to leave. He glanced at the glistening pussy. He ran his finger along her slit, feeling the wetness.

He slipped a finger inside her, and it clamped his finger like it was begging him to stay. He gave a resigned sigh. He wanted to walk away, but her enchanting pussy drew him in.

He didn’t hesitate, spearing her pussy with his tongue. He tongue fucked her, her pussy lips rubbing against his cheeks. He licked her pussy lips, wanting to taste her all over. He kissed her pussy like he was kissing her lips.

His fingers joined the fray. Three fingers found their way inside her. He couldn’t hear her, but he was sure she was screaming. As for what he could only imagine. The best indicator was the amount of juice she was leaking.

Her pussy wept as his tongue lavished her. He could feel she was about to cum. He didn’t care; he allowed himself to be splashed with her juices. He groaned when he was done, wiped his face, and continued his search.

These two weren’t the only ones finding women they had tasted before. There were quite a few persons who could attend the masquerade ball.

Some of them curiously wondered whether they could actually see the person. But then again, they thought the anonymity was the best thing about it. Now, being able to taste them without the women knowing who was on the other end gave them a thrill.

The crowd could see multiple women jerking their hips from orgasms. Some had multiple orgasms. Their holes and ass cheeks were drenched in their juices.

The men were having so much fun that it wasn’t until the 30-second timer that they actually found their partner. So some women were left unsatisfied.