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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Back in the Game: Floor 4: The Nerd

« Last post by YuriLesboLover on Yesterday at 08:32:01 PM »

The Nerd? Some would instantly recoil from the idea of that but I’ve always been the adventurous type and I had to admit I was curious. What would her gimmick be? Would she have a sexy librarian or sexy secretary look? Would she look like a stereotypical nerd with bigass glasses and her hair in a bun only to reveal that she’s actually a hot babe with her hair down and without glasses? Would she be dressed like a Star Wars or Lord of the Rings LARPer with a secretly smoking hot body underneath the outfit? I was actually getting excited at the prospect of meeting her and experiencing the most definitive female bonding with her.

As the elevator door opened, it revealed a rather simplistic looking, college dorm like room. All over were posters of movies, video games and more. There was also a shelf full of action figures and other collectibles. Compared to the wide spaces of the previous floors, this one was tighter and not as grand. Fine by me. There’s a certain charm in simplicity. Besides, as long as I have a hot girl to fuck, I’m all set. Speaking of which, where is my geeky future fucktoy for the night? Speak of the succubus, a door opened revealing my opponent and while I didn’t know what to expect, this was not it.

She was a cute, petite, asian girl. She was just skinny, thankfully. Not much shorter than me. That makes having a titfight with her much easier. She had long, hot pink hair. If I were to describe her, she looked like that pink-haired girl from Deadpool 2 but she had twin tails instead of a side pony. Said twin tails were down to her waist, meaning that her hair likely reached her thighs when let down. Her cute face lit up upon seeing me. She wore a short-sleeve shirt exposing her little belly and very small jeans cut just below her ass, showing off her smooth legs. Suddenly, she walked right up to me and gave me a tight hug, pressing our tits together. I could tell she was much smaller than me but when you’re a K cup, you get used to that.

“You made it! I’ve been looking forward to this so much!” She said. “My name is Amy! I’m 19 years old, the youngest of all the babes in this gauntlet of sex! Been in the game for less than a year.”

Wow, almost a total rookie. Would she really be a challenge for me? Three years out of it, I was still skilled enough to outfuck three nymphos. Still, I know The Boss and she wouldn’t have chosen Amy if she didn’t think she’d give me a unique experience.

“My cups are a D. Making me the smallest cup size alongside The Cheerleader.” She said, still hugging me and nuzzling me. “But your rack is out of this world! I thought The Boss was exaggerating or messing with me about you but holy shit, you are hot!”

“Why, thank you.” I said, playing with her twin tails. “You’re a cutie yourself.”

She really was. She reminded me of Courtney with her enthusiasm but while Courtney was a hyperactive motormouth, Amy was an enthusiastic little minx who was just fun to be around.

“I do my best!” She said. “When you have a fulltime job as a camgirl, you have to be a cutie.”

“Oh, you do camming?” I asked as she stroked my hair in return.

“Yep!” Amy answered. “It was just to pay my tuition at first but I ended up really liking it! Knowing that a bunch of guys and sometimes girls are pleasuring themselves to you ain’t a bad feeling.”

“I can imagine.” I agreed.

“You make a lot more money than you’d think too.” Amy said.

“Well, where are we going to be doing this?” I asked.

“That eager to get at me, are we?” Amy teased. “Understandable. We’ll be right there on my bed.”

She pointed to her queen-sized bed. This arena was definitely not as flashy or as roomy as the previous floors but again, simplicity is nice every once in a while. In fact, Amy’s floor kinda reminded me of the place I share with Shannon and that bedroom has really been through it.

“You have much simpler tastes compared to the other girls, so far.” I pointed out.

“Yep.” Amy agreed. “This is actually an exact replica of my single college dorm. Nice to have my own place but sometimes I wish I had a sexy roommate to share it with, like you do.”

“Yes, I certainly have it made.” I said sarcastically.

“You and that Shannon girl are seriously sexy. I wish I could watch you two go at it but that’s for another time.” Amy said.

“Yes, let us begin our womanly duel.” I said.

We pulled apart and began to strip, ogling each other as our clothes hit the floor. Amy’s body was lithe and petite. She was built like a twig besides her D cups. Her skin was smooth and flawless and her ass was a cute little bulbous button but very firm. She reached up to let her twin tails fall loose when an idea hit me.

“Wait!” I said. “Leave your twin tails in.” I requested.

“But they’ll be much easier to grip and pull than your loose hair that way.” Amy protested. “That wouldn’t be fair.”

“Well, I have a simple suggestion for that.” I said.

“Oh, I see where you’re going with this!” Amy said.

“Do you have any spare scrunchies?” I asked.

“Sure do! Wait right there!” Amy said as she walked away and I eyed up her adorable butt as she did.

About a minute later, she came back with two scrunchies and handed them to me. She watched intently as I gathered my thick, flowing locks into my own twin tails, just as long as her own.

“Voila!” I declared.

“You look so cute like that!” Amy complimented.

“Battle of the twin tails it is.” I declared.

I preferred my hair long and loose, so that I could feel it on me as much as possible. Made me feel hot and beautiful but it’s nice to experiment once in a while. Besides, I’m already plenty aware of how much of a sexy bitch I am. Amy’s eyes brimmed with enthusiasm as we stared at each other. I was taking an immediate liking to her already. Polar opposite of Donna. Amy just oozes fun out of her every pore. I was gonna enjoy this.

We approached her bed on opposite sides. It was a queen, with hot pink blankets, sheets and pillow cases. This girl really had a thing for that color. I wonder if certain other things were pink too but I knew that I would soon find out. We got on the bed and seductively crawled towards each other, our twin tails streaming on both sides of our faces. We gave each other bedroom eyes and then finally came together. My Ks intersected with her Ds. Her pink nipples jousting against my brown. We cooed at the chilling contact of our gorgeous bodies and she brought her sugary lips to mine.

We kissed slowly, sensually and lovingly, closing our eyes with pleasure. She was such a good kisser. Our fingers tangled into each other’s twin tails as our tongues made sweet, passionate love, rolling over and around each other. This girl really was the opposite extreme of Donna. Gentle, alluring in both body and personality and oh so seductive. While Donna was harsh, aggressive and lived for the thrill of competition, Amy was a very specific and rare kind of femme fatale. I knew her game. She uses her cuteness and likability to lure her opponents into a false sense of security, so she can devour her prey alive. Clever but not good enough for me.

Sexfighting is more than just two hot sluts banging their bodies together. It is like chess in many ways. Your own mind and desire can be your worst enemy. You must stop yourself from being seduced and giving in to your opponent’s sexiness. You must also be a seductress yourself and turn it back on them. I’m not sure if Amy counted on me knowing her strategy but she was no slouch herself. My mouth felt like I was in heaven as her tongue explored it. I pushed it back best I could with my own tongue. We wrapped our hands around each other’s twin tails and bunched them up from bottom to top to force our mouths against each other further.

With our hands literally tied, there was nothing to distract us from this hot make out session. She then took the kissing further and from her technique, I could tell that she was an avid watcher of Japanese porn, like myself. The girls in those videos are extremely passionate, sloppy and relentless kissers and Amy was bringing all of that to this tonguefight. At times, we would break the kiss only to lick at each other’s faces and tongues quickly. It was amazing and it’s make out sessions like this that remind me why I love kissing girls so damn much. They have just the right combination of gentleness and intensity.

Still not breaking the kiss, I twirled her around and placed her on top of me as I lied on her pillow. I had a feeling she would snap like a twig if I tried to be on top. She had no problem with this. We let our opponent’s twin tails go as we broke the kiss and smiled at each other, our faces covered in the other babe’s saliva. I felt so at ease around Amy. She was just so lovely and adorable. I wanted to just let her have her way with me but I knew I had to push on. Damn, she was good at this, the conniving bitch!

She got up and lined our crotches up to bring our ripe cxnts together. I was expecting her to start forcefully tribbing into me porno style but instead, she slowly and smoothly brought our pussies together in a loving embrace.

“Uhh…” I moaned gently.

Despite the quietness of my response, her pussy felt beyond amazing on mine. So smooth, juicy in all the right places and comfortable. Like her pussy was giving mine a deep tissue massage. God, she was so good at this! I felt like I was being made love to. Not fucked. I had to get out of this pseudo-trance I was in ASAP! I pushed back into her as we tribbed, matching her gentleness and she responded in kind. This hottie was truly a carnal innovator. It had been forever since I locked thighs with someone like her.

“Ohhh…”

“Mmm…” We both moaned.

It was not like the loud, shrill moaning of most sexfights. It was a soft, seductive, whisper moaning. I have to fight like this more often. It’s fantastic. Any outsider or third party would look at this and think we were having regular old lesbian sex but they’d be mistaken. Our libidos were more at war than our bodies, daring each other to give into the other girl’s seductions. As Amy’s pussy kissed mine, she lowered her head down to suckle my brown nipple. Her tongue slowly swirled along my milk bud, making me coo as I stroked her hair. I reached downwards to palm and squeeze her ass, letting her meatiness absorb my fingers as our cxnts continued to make love. Then, she took it one step further by lining up our clits inside of our joined labia and giving my pleasure bud the most amazing clitoral kiss.

“Ohhh, baby…” I moaned as she kept suckling me,

She let go of my nipple to get a better angle for the tribbing and her clit utterly dominated mine, pushing forward and back slowly and ever so beautifully. My eyes winced in euphoric greatness at this master of the female anatomy’s work. She sped up her tribbing only slightly. It was like sex was being redefined for me. I’d tangled with bitches who used this technique before but none with such precision and professionalism. Eventually, I felt my climax approaching but I was a million miles away. Like I was getting high for the first time in my life.

“That’s it, Ash. Lie back and enjoy yourself, babe.” She said.

She kept tribbing me, alternating her speed to maximize my pleasure so that my libido could never get even slightly numb to her fucking. Bitch was a genius, no doubt about it. My orgasm came and I was soaked. Unlike my past orgasms, where I would splatter all over my opponent, this one was soft and my juices only leaked out a bit but it felt just as, if not more overpowering than any orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Yeeesss…” I cooed.

“I hoped you enjoyed that, beautiful.” Amy said, her once cute voice gaining a sultry tone. “Because we can do it all night long.”

Even now, knowing her true nature, I couldn’t help being roped into her web. Was I really losing to a rookie who’d been playing the game for less than a year? No! Fuck that! I underestimated her. That was my fault but two can play at the seductress game! Now it’s my turn, you pink-haired slut!

“That’s awfully nice of you, Amy but I can’t let you do all the work.” I said in my sexy voice. “Besides, I want you to taste the benefit of my skills. Don’t you?”

“Alright then, Ash. Whatever you want, sexy.” Amy said.

We switched places as she got on the bed and I on top of her. She held up quite well for being so scrawny. Damn, I really did underestimate her. We shot each other fake but alluring smiles as I began licking down her petite form. Her skin tasted oddly sweet. I dragged my slutty tongue downwards toward her pink nips and I used my hands to bring her D cups together, so I could service both of her milk buds at the same time.

“Oh, yeah. You’re amazing, Ash.” Amy complimented as she softly grabbed my twin tails.

I lovingly slurped and tongued her nips slowly and passionately. I could feel the chills it was sending throughout her tiny, adorable body. I forced my face into her cleavage to gently motorboat her, licking all over the inside of her tits as my hair tickled the outside.

“Mmm…” Amy moaned quietly.

I reached beneath us to play with her pussy. I was being more aggressive than she was with me but just barely. I softly and slowly massaged her horny cxnt, feeling the satiny juiciness of her inner and outer labia. As I slowly stuck a finger in, I could feel that she was tighter than the previous girls, reflecting her rookie status. How she was already so skilled, I could not guess for the life of me. I stuck in each finger one at a time, getting them all nice and wet as her vaginal walls tightened around them.

“Uhhhh..” She moaned, louder than last time. It was working! I just had to keep this up.

I stopped my motorboating to drag my tongue down further. I reached her tight, narrow belly and circled my tongue around her belly button before just briefly dipping it in and then continuing downwards towards my ultimate goal. As I reached the top of her cxnt, I could feel the chills it sent throughout her body as she gripped my hair slightly tighter. I had her right where I wanted her. I gently tongued her clit, slowly running my tongue along her sweet, juicy pleasure bud as she quietly grunted.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so good at this.” She said. I knew she was trying to make me get cocky again but I wasn’t falling for her psychological warfare this time around.

I added my fingers to the mix again, soothingly petting and running them along her pudenda. She was putty in my hands. Even her pussy tasted sweet and lovely. Like liquid cotton candy. All I could see was her pink pussy skin as I slowly drove my tongue in and out over and over again.

“Yes! That’s it! Here it comes!” She warned but again, I would not relent or let my guard down.

Her climax consumed her as her juices came out with a bit more of a squirt than mine. Yes! She came harder than I did! It’s not the number but the intensity of the orgasms that win the day! I heard her huff and puff as I swallowed her fluids, licking my lips from the sugary flavor. This girl truly was sweetness personified. I got up, looking down at my hyperventilating prey as her twin tails were strewn about either side of her. I came down on her and gave her a nice, deep, loving kiss, sharing her taste mixed with my spit with her. I could tell she loved it.

“I hope I lived up to your expectations, cutie.” I teased as I stroked her hair.

“You’re so amazing. We gotta do a camshow together sometime. I can already see all the viewers and donations!” Amy said.

“I would like that.” I said.

“Great but for now, I think it’s only fair that my mouth gets to please you.” Amy requested. I was a bit worried what she had in mind but I wouldn’t be the one to break this orgasmic chain we had going, so what the fuck?

“By all means. My pussy can’t wait to constrict your hot tongue.” I teased.

“Hell yes!” Amy cheered.

The pink-haired seductress then grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up just slightly and then put her face right underneath my crotch before letting me drop on her slutty mouth. She really could take charge when she needed to.

“Agh!” I moaned as she feasted on my cxnt. She was a bit more rough now but nothing I couldn’t handle.

She held onto my bulbous ass cheeks for leverage as she slobbered all over my pussy like a starving predator but her actual technique was still smooth and loving. God, where has this nerdy bitch been my entire life?! She ate my twat intently, her tongue slowly but deeply exploring my vaginal canal with a purpose. I wanted to start fingering her again but I knew she wanted to just reciprocate what I had just done and I would not give in before she did. Hell no! For all my unapologetic sluttiness and nymphomania, I still had some self-control when I needed it.

As she continued eating me out and my inner walls tightened around her long, wet tongue, I felt like I was in another world. I gotta try this myself on some other unsuspecting bitch. Maybe Donna in our rematch. Confuse the fuck out of her.

“Ohhh!” I moaned.

Amy had reached my clit and swam her tongue all over my little pink pleasure bud. What a feeling. My face turned beet red as I could feel my orgasmic electricity swimming through my body before reaching my crotch and then pouring into Amy’s hot mouth.

“Uggghh!” I lightly yelped in release. We pulled apart again as I caught my breath.

“How was that, hot stuff?” Amy asked.

“It was alright.” I lied. Of the thousands or perhaps millions of orgasms I had in my life, few were like that and I had trouble remembering them.

“Please, I made you scream!” She argued before regaining her control.

“Regardless, I want our pussies to kiss again. This time, with me on top.” I requested.

“Have it your way, babe.” Amy agreed.

The asian girl lied on her pillow and spread her legs to show that her ripe and juicy orifice was ready and willing for my own ripe and juicy orifice. I lined us up and our twats collided once more.

“Ohh!” We both groaned at the delicious clash of cxnts.

My twin tails fell down onto her belly as I soothingly humped her. I think my pussy was falling in love with her pussy. Our juices sloshed together as we fucked and I could tell that we were both determined to put an end to this battle of wits and hormonal endurance here and now. We huffed and puffed as we bucked into each other back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. God, she was so amazing. I wanted to fuck her or at least someone like her all the time. Her smooth, lovely pussy felt so welcoming and wonderful…Ugh! Focus, Ash! You’ve got a cxntfight to win!

I regained my composure as I pushed on. I would not lose no matter what! As our vaginal kiss escalated, our clits once again came out to play. This time, she would feel my clitoral domiation and love every single, solitary second of it! Fuck, this felt so good! Our slutty, seductive eyes stared into each other intensely as we sent shockwaves of bliss throughout each other’s hot bodies. Another major factor of these kind of fights is that you can never tell when your opponent is tiring or not because the pace of her fucking would not change. That was, unless you had a sixth sense for this kind of stuff like I do.

I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was starting to give out. They looked less excited and perky and a bit more tired and overwhelmed. Still, I had underestimated her once before and it nearly lost me the fight. No way in Hell would I make the same mistake again. I pushed on. Our hair and large jublies lightly jiggled with our loving sex. She grabbed my twin tails and once again wrapped her hands all around them as best she could. She used them to drag me down on top of her, our nipples piercing together yet again and she initiated another passionate kiss of our upper lips.

We closed our eyes in bliss as we made out again. All of my slutty body against all of her slutty body. My heart sank as I realized that I was starting to feel another climax on its way. No! I had to make her cum first! I had to! But how could I without giving her the psychological victory of making me break from her hotness? Fuck it! Maybe she’s even closer than I am! Even if she’s even with me, I can still make her cum harder than me! I pushed on and hoped for the best. Whatever sex goddesses are watching this, give me strength! And maybe once I die, we can fuck too! My closed eyes winced as I felt the moment of truth get closer and closer. Finally, I came and shrieked inside of our joined mouths.

However, I heard her muffled scream as well. Yes! I could feel us orgasming into each other at the same time! My prayers were answered! I remained utterly focused and steadfast. Nothing would stop me! We spilled our climax mess into each other as we finally broke our legendary kiss. We both hyperventilated as we stared at each other again. She looked exhausted. Like she’d just been fucked by Jonah Falcon for an hour. Sometimes, less pleasure is more pleasure. When given in increments, it prevents you from getting numb to it and makes the pleasure more intense and overwhelming.

She closed her eyes and it seemed like she finally passed out. I grinned in deep satisfaction. 19 years old. A player for less than a year and she had been my most worthy opponent so far. I thought Donna was a good fuck but Amy forced me to innovate and think on the fly. To multitask and manage both my mind and body at the same time. Goddman, what a match! Suddenly, my own tiredness hit me hard and I nuzzled up next to her, drifting off as I used her D cups as a pillow. We both awoke at around the same time, smiling at each other.

“You were amazing.” She said and I could tell she was sincere. Outside of her matches, her good girl shtick was not an act. I can read people.

“So were you, pinkie.” I said. “In fact, you were my best match yet.”

“For real?!” She asked. “You’re not just telling me that?! Oh, you have no idea how much that means!”

“That was unlike any match I’d had in forever.” I admitted. “And I have to know, what’s your story, baby? How did you end up here?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Amy said. “Before I started camming, I was very introverted and shy. I hated that about myself. I dreamed of becoming a beautiful, alluring woman that could seduce anyone. I became a camgirl not just for the money but to become a new me. One day, my biggest fan met up with me at a con, The Boss and she said she could introduce something to me that would really bring in the views. She was charismatic and beautiful, so I heard her out and she taught me all about the game. I loved it and never looked back.”

“What is it about the game that you love so much?” I asked as I undid my twin tails.

“Well, it’s kinda lame compared to the other girls here but like I said, I dreamed of being a beautiful seductress and sexfighting makes me feel as hot as possible. I feel like a real woman when I do it. I love being with other women and feeling sexy. It’s really that simple.”

“Interesting point of view.” I said.

A simplistic but all too true reason to love the game. I’ve never felt hotter and sexier than I did while fuckfighting another hot bitch. There is a unique beauty to it. It really is an art form. As I thought this, I began to think maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I came back. Or at least if I indulged myself every once in a while. I’ve had the time of my life fucking all these sluts, after all. I decided to worry about that later. We spent the rest of the night making love in that queen-sized bed and having the time of our lives. The next morning, we both got up and washed off in the shower, shampooing each other’s hair lovingly and scrubbing each other down slowly and passionately.

Amy did not need to be told to scan her eye on the elevator for me. After she did so, we gave each other a long, tight, passionate hug, enjoying our lady parts grinding against each other one last time. We reluctantly separated.

“Buh-bye!” Amy said cheerfully. “And remember, we have to do a camshow together at some point, hottie!”

“It would be my pleasure.” I said and gave her one last tongue kiss.

I waved goodbye to my new friend and got in the elevator as the text above the door revealed my next rival.

“Floor 5: The Goth Chick.”

Oh, I’m liking the sound of that already…And I know you do too, perv.

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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Back in the Game: Floor 3: The Hippie

« Last post by YuriLesboLover on Yesterday at 08:25:52 PM »

So, my next conquest is an athlete, eh? Sounds like she’ll be a good challenge, at least. I’ve never been one for sports myself. Mostly because they all make me K cups jiggle like an earthquake. Swimming is nice, though. Still, I keep in shape well enough. You don’t get a body like mine scarfing burgers on the couch all day. As the elevator door opened, it revealed an exercise room with mats all over. It was kinda like Courtney’s floor except it seemed more gymnastics themed. As I looked around for my opponent, I saw what looked like a boxing ring and just next to it was a voluptuous, black girl pounding a punching bag. She wore a violet tracksuit which highlighted one of the best rear ends I’ve ever seen in my life. Now that was a traffic stopping ass if I’ve ever seen one. I think she might even rival Shannon in the booty department.

Her hair was long, smooth and jet black raven, descending down to the small of her back. As expected, her body was toned and nicely muscular. As she turned in my direction, her brown eyes gave off a look of sheer supremacy. They screamed “I’m the master”. Her tits looked to be at least a DD. She must have a hell of a good sports bra. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and approached me, shaking her hair.

“Well, look who it is. The quitter.” She mocked. I hated her already.

“Hello to you too, bitch.” I shot back. “And I still outfucked two nymphos on my way here. What makes you think you’ll be any different?”

“Well, first I think introductions should be made.” She said. “My name’s Donna. I’m 26 years old, a DD cup and a player of every sport you can think of. Swimming, boxing, volleyball, wrestling, biking, MMA and of course, the greatest sport of them all, sexfighting.”

“Well, good for you, ms. overachiever.” I mocked. “But can you lock thighs with me and win?”

“Your last two opponents had very different views on the game than I do.” Donna explained. “They see it more as fun and don’t get me wrong, it’s plenty fun but me? I play to win.”

“Well, after this you may resort to pulling a Lance Armstrong next time.” I teased.

“Oh, I can’t wait to grind your smartass cxnt into paste.” Donna said. “Why don’t we step into that ring and get right down to business?”

“Can’t wait to get your pussy whipped, can you?” I mocked.

“I don’t think I have anything to worry about from a flunkie who ran out on the game for three years.” Donna shot back.

“I got my reasons for that, cxnt. Let’s just get it on already!” I insisted.

“Your funeral.”

We both climbed into the boxing ring and stood at opposite corners. I could hear the Rocky theme playing in my head. We both striped down quickly and that’s when I couldn’t help but ogle her fine body. Her abs were prominent and her tits were nice and perky. Her nipples and pussy were dark brown in contrast to her medium brown skin. I could tell that she was checking me out too. Once again, who wouldn’t?

“See anything you like?” I teased.

“You got nice jugs, white girl, I’ll give you that.” Donna admitted. “But skill is what matters most in all sports, including this one.”

“Well, you ask The Cheerleader and The Hippie how skilled I am.”

“Every opponent is different, girl. Never underestimate anyone.”

“Are we gonna talk or are we gonna fuck?” I asked rhetorically.

“Fine then.” Donna said. “Ding ding.” It was on.

Our introductions were minimal but I already felt great animosity with this bitch and felt an overwhelming desire to fuck her down. We almost ran into each other, my Ks clashing with her DDs as we attempted to force our opponent back with our strong jubblies, our eyes staring daggers at each other. Suddenly, she put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me in for a fierce tongue fight. It was possibly the most aggressive, forceful, exerting and intense kiss of my life. It was as if our tongues were trying to strangle each other. Donna escalated the duel by bringing her outer thigh right into my already lubricated pussy, grinding it slowly in. I reciprocated the move. I don’t know what it was about this jock cxnt that made me want to pound her twat into nothingness but I wasn’t questioning it.

Her tongue was strong and determined. It was on the verge of gagging me and I think the only reason she didn’t do just that was because nothing kills a hot make out session like either girl gagging. I took it one step further by giving her raven locks a good yank. They felt so soft and silky but were already getting sweaty. I have no problem with that. Nothing like a hot, sweaty fuck. She pulled my own brunette tresses in return as we continued our heated kissing. Our legs rubbed into each other’s juicy cxnts intensely. Then, at what felt like the same time, our free hands squeezed the other’s plump cabooses nice and tight. Goddamn, her ass was fat! Like two fleshy cantaloupes! My fingers quickly became absorbed by her meatiness. There was only one other way this lockup could be taken further and we both knew it. Still not breaking our tongue wrestling marathon, we positioned our hot legs in just the right way and our red, ripe pussies became one!

“Mmmmm!!!” We both moaned into each other’s mouths.

As we ground our lady parts together, we finally broke our kiss to get some air, already breathing heavily but our tongues continued their battle, slashing and jabbing at each other like a pair of electric eels as we drooled into our joined cleavages.

“I hope you can do better than that, quitter.” Donna mocked me.

“I can take it all day, jockstrap!” I shot back.

“I’ll hold you to that…Right about now!”

Donna then pushed me down into the ring, still on top of me before getting up, holding one of my legs against her chest, holding my calf in her DDs. She then humped into me vigorously, making her big bubble butt and her sweet tits jiggle around. Each hump felt like a taser shooting waves of pleasure throughout my nymphomaniacal form.

“Ugh!” I grunted. “Is that all you got?! Shannon has fucked me harder than this and she’s a proud sub!”

“Your twat will be pudding long before I’m done, whore!” Donna shot back.

I humped back into her but from this position, it was obvious who would be dishing out more pleasure on whom. Yes, I said whom. Happy, grammar nazis? Anyway, our clits did not join, not yet anyway. I think we both wanted to save that for later. She reached down to fondle my pride and joy. No sane woman could ever resist such goddess-like funbags, after all. She held my leg in between her tits as her hands felt me up good and long. She really knew how to work with them. Guess it comes with being an athlete. She pinched my brown milk buds in between her index and middle fingers on both hands as she continued to fuck me with all piss and vinnegar. Her pussy felt so smooth and creamy on mine. I bet she felt the same about my own cxnt on hers.

“Time to finish you off, bitch.” Donna proclaimed before finally bringing my pink and her brown pleasure bud together.

“Ohhhh!!!” I shrieked at the euphoric contact.

“That’s right, white girl! Take it nice and steady!” She taunted.

Once again, I tried to fuck her back but it was no use. She had me at her beck and call. I could feel my back jerk, signaling my coming climax and she knew it. I moaned and groaned as my orgasm hit me like a semi-truck. I could feel my fluids running through me, out my pussy and shoot into Donna’s.

“And the crowd goes wild!” Donna mocked.

She let go of me as I hyperventilated on the ring floor, my boobs jiggling with each heavy breath and my sweat-matted hair fanning all over the floor behind me. This slut was good. No doubt about that…But not good enough.

“Feel like throwing in the towel…Like you did after graduation?” Donna mocked again. I got up and flipped my hair out of my face, more determined than ever to keep going.

“Sorry, Apollo…I ain’t hear no bell.” I shot back. Donna actually seemed kind of impressed.

“Fine, Stallion. Round two it is.”

We stared each other down, as if we were daring each other to make the first move. Since she made the first move last time, I thought it only fair to do it this time. I tackled her, knocking us both into the floor and quickly arranged myself so that our pussies were locked once again but this time, we were both on the ground and I was facing away from her in a reverse trib.

“Let’s see how you like it, bitch!” I declared as I flexed my shapely ass to grind my cxnt into hers.

“Ugh! Shit!” She grunted.

My feet straddled her face and I was able to hold her down with them. I knew those gymnastics lessons would be good for more than just hooking up with hot girls in leotards! My pussy was fresh off the orgasm and ready to go while hers had been worked up by tribbing me. So long as I maintained this unorthodox position, round two would be in the bag! So, I did exactly that. My hair curtained my face as I humped into her, our clits perpendicular to each other in our vaginal kissing session. The sound of her moaning and grunting in my domination of her was music to my ears.

“Agh! Ugh! Oh! Fucking cxnt!” She jeered as I felt her arch and jerk, which can only mean one thing.

I increased the speed of my humping and she finally exploded, coating my crotch and ass with her girl mess. Its cooling touch was like a pat on the back. I got up and looked down on my raven rival. The sight of her flushed face, thoroughly fucked cxnt, sweaty, disheveled hair and the sound of her loudly exhaling in post-orgasmic exhaustion was pure euphoria to me. I loved seeing this cocky bitch get taken down a peg, especially knowing that I was the one responsible for that.

“Not so high and mighty now, huh, skank?” I taunted. Donna regained her breath and began to get back up again.

“Fine, Ash. You have some skills but there’s also endurance.” Donna lectured. “And you’re about to get tested in that too!”

Suddenly, she ran behind me, pinned my arm around my back and pushed me to a corner of the ring where she used her other hand to penetrate my twat with her skilled fingers.

“Ugh! Sneaky little cxnt!” I cursed.

“You have only yourself to blame for letting your guard down, white girl!” She lectured. “Never let winning one battle go to your head and cost you the war!”

I hated it but she was right. I should’ve pressed my advantage and kept dominating her even after her first orgasm but she was such an arrogant bitch that I couldn’t resist rubbing her face in it. Speaking of rubbing, that’s what she was doing to my pussy, rubbing her hand up and down and all around it, using her fingers in rapid succession to work my clit like a guitar. Damn, I gotta remember that! I was groaning like a bitch in heat as I bent my head over the corner, my hair hanging over as she continued to finger fuck me ferociously and without mercy. I felt as if only God could help me at this point.

“Yeah, you like that, stallion?” She teased. “I can feel your juices drenching my hand, babe!”

Agh! Go fuck yourself!” I cursed.

“Maybe I’ll make you do that for me once you finally kneel to the better woman!”

I could feel another orgasm swimming through my hot body at lightning speed. She increased the speed and tenacity of her assault and I was soon creaming all over her hand.

“Ugh! Oh! GOOOODDDD!!!!”

“That’s a good girl.” Donna taunted as she licked my cum from her fingers teasingly.

“Now, I can see why you quit the game. You’re no good at it. Maybe The Cheerleader and The Hippie were just lucky flukes. You should just be more like a friend and go sub. Let us alpha bitches use you for our pleasure.”

I was pissed off like nobody’s business now. I wanted nothing more than to hold her down and fuck her until I hemmoraged her bitchy brain! I turned around and gave her a death glare like no other. Her obnoxious smile faded and she now looked a bit nervous. Good. I gained an evil grin and ran into her once again. I tackled her again and this time drove her to the opposite corner of the ring. Now it’s my turn. I forcibly turned her around, bent her over, yanked hard on her jet black hair and aligned our pussies from behind yet again.

“Hope you like doggy style, jockstrap!” I insulted as I began fucking her from behind.

“Oh! You dirty cxnt!” She cursed as I continued dominating her.

My tits bounced as I humped into her, making her booty meat jiggle as well. The pleasure swimming throughout each and every molecule of my body was exquisite. I loved making Donna squeal. I let go of her hair to hold her waist steady as I continued fucking her. Pulling back my pelvis before unleashing a wave of pleasure on the jock slut. The sound of her hyperventilating and moaning and our sloppy cxnts mashing filled my ears. I reached around her to squeeze and manhandle her DDs.

“Aghh!!” She moaned like the bitch in heat that she was and I enjoyed every second of it. I could tell that another climax was approaching her fast and just about ten seconds later, I felt her back arch in the way I am all too familiar with.

“Ugh! Fucking bitch!” Donna cursed as she came intensely. I mockingly hugged my body into her’s, my K cups pressing against her toned back.

“Had enough yet, jockstrap?” I teased as I massaged her tits.

She turned around and then pushed me down to the floor of the ring once again. She then got on top of me and sealed her sexy mouth to my right tit, suckling and tonguing my engorged, brown nipple. Her full lips caressing my areola. Didn’t feel too bad, to be honest. She knew how to work her tongue. I wrapped her dark hair around my hand to get her under control. She reached below me and began playing with my pussy yet again.

“Ahhh…” I gently moaned. She ran her fingers and palm so skillfully over my cxnt. If sexfighting really was a sport, Donna may as well be an olympic gold medalist. Damn, now I wish it was an olympic sport.

I ran my hands through Donna’s silky, sweaty, matted, raven locks and then went down to give that big ass of hers a good smack. It was loud, hard and I could see her cheeks jiggle like jello from it. So, I kept it up. I could see her wince her eyes as she kept licking my tits, so I knew it was doing something. I slapped one cheek, then the other and then the center. It was honestly kinda fun. Then, I brought my other hand into it, smacking both meaty cheeks at the same time. Donna then grabbed my pride and joy and pushed my nipples together so she could eat them at the same time.

“Ahhh…” I moaned again. I felt like I was on the verge of a nipple orgasm.

She continued fingering me and at this point, I was putty in her hands. She jammed three fingers in and that’s when I had a gentle but overpowering orgasm. I moaned as my fluids soaked her hand for the second time. She once again looked down at me as she licked her hand clean with that arrogant, bitchy grin that I hated. It instantly made me regain my energy and I got up, grabbed her and suplexed us both back into the ring floor. Once again, her back was against my busty chest. This time, I used my arms and legs to hold her own limbs back. She was now my carnal prisoner. I felt her silky, sweaty hair tickle my nipples as I reached down to massage her soon-to-be erupting cxnt.

“Let’s see how you like a good fingering!” I mocked.

“Ohhh!!” She groaned. “Do your worst, thot!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. As my hand assaulted her twat, I licked at her smooth neck and gently bit her slutty flesh but I didn’t wanna give her a hickey. My hand waved over her pussy as I flexed my fingers inside and outside of it as she moaned. I turned my head towards her face to seal off her mouth with my own but she kept avoiding me. It didn’t take long for me to get annoyed.

“Kiss me, bitch!” I ordered and I eventually cornered her and passionately rammed my tongue down her shit-talking throat.

“Mmmm…” We both moaned into each other’s mouths.

This time, my tongue was the dominant one and it completely overpowered hers. I can only imagine what this was like for her. Held back by a hot, busty bitch as her K cups press into your back, her hand wrecking your pussy and her tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. I was actually starting to get jealous. God, I wish we had invented cloning machines, so I could fuck myself! The sloppy sounds of spitty kissing and a horny pussy being worked filled the room, as well as both of our moans. I found her clit and gave it a good, gentle but firm pinch, which made her scream into my mouth.

“Mmmmm!!!”

I knew her climax was seconds away and braced for it. I felt her back jerk and saw her face wince, still not breaking my oral domination of her mouth and then she came. Violently, I might add. Her tongue stopped resisting mine as she orgasmed and this time, it was my hand that was soaked by her fluids. What a feeling. I released her and she fell to the floor, hyperventilating. I licked my hand clean and that’s when I realized something. I walked in front of her and lied down in front of her in the opposite position.

“You know, bitch, we haven’t tasted each other’s cxnts yet.” I pointed out.

“No, I guess we haven’t.” She said as she caught her breath. “We should fix that. Right now.”

I’m glad we agreed on something for once. I came closer to her, our twats facing our opponent’s slutty faces before we instantly sealed our upper lips to the other bitch’s lower lips. All the exercise we’ve been putting each other through until now made our pussies extra juicy and tangy. Perfect. We were in a horizontal position, our hair blanketing each other’s legs as we began our mutual feast. The room was soon filled with the sloppy sounds of licking and kissing. My tongue explored her cxnt sensually while her licking was more aggressive and intent. Our calves wrapped around each other’s heads to force our mouths into each other’s pleasure centers even further. We moaned and groaned. Her tongue felt like a fleshy vibrator inside of me and I can only assume that my tongue felt the same. I wish I was flexible enough to eat myself out.

Our duel of cnnilingus had now consumed us both as we grabbed each other’s firm ass meat in a vice grip. I jabbed my tongue in and out like I was fucking her with it. She licked all around my outer labia before jamming her tongue back inside me. We already had multiple orgasms but we were so focused on the sweet, juicy meal right in front of us that we barely felt them at the time. Our faces and hair became covered in each other’s secretions. It was amazing. I could suck this bitch’s cxnt for hours! We soon went to town on each other’s clits, sucking, licking, kissing, jabbing, prodding, nibbling and doing just about everything that one bitch’s mouth could do to another bitch’s pleasure bud. I was in heaven. It wasn’t going to get any better than this.

More orgasms washed over us both figuratively and literally as we kept eating each other relentlessly. I imagine that we looked like a slutty chocolate-vanilla swirl. If there was another white and black girl having a 69 duel right next to us, we’d all together look like a double-stuffed oreo. My cheesy jokes aside, we were utterly immersed in each other’s hot, delectible twats. We sucked clits as our vaginal canals compressed around each other’s slutty tongues. We rolled around in this battle of cunnilingus around the entire ring, our tongues still not pulling apart from the other slut’s delicious pussy. God, she tasted so good. Climax after climax. Orgasm after orgasm. Cum after cum. We lost count long ago. However, all good things must cum to an end sooner or later.

Our mouths grew tired and sore and eventually we both broke apart, leaving a trail of drool between our mouths and the other girl’s pussy. We then just stared at each other with tired eyes and heavy panting. What a match it’s been. I pushed into her one last time and got on top of her. I sealed our mouths together again as our shapely nipples jabbed and our worn out cxnts came together as one. This would be it. We kissed gently but lustfully as our lower lips did the same. My sweat-drenched brown hair curtained our faces as we made out. I struggled to stay conscious and I could tell she was as well. This was it now. It would all come down to this war of attrition. And even after all the orgasms I’ve been through today, I was still determined to win.

My pussy dominated Donna’s thoroughly as we continued to kiss and grind. I could tell that she was losing will and energy at a rapid pace but I left nothing to chance. I pushed on, humping her and mashing our clits together as we lustfully moaned into each other’s mouths. I would not lose. Period. Soon, I felt her body capitulate to mine as I pressed my advantage to finish her off once and for all. I felt her tongue suddenly stop wrestling mine as she came one last time into my own slutty cxnt. I let go of her as she kept her eyes closed in post-orgasmic exhaustion. Her long, raven hair fanned behind her on the ground and learning from my past mistake, I grabbed her legs and used them as leverage to press my foot into her twat.

“Ohhhhh!!!!” She shrieked.

I massaged my foot into her pleasure center in one last ditch effort to make sure that she was down for the count. I bet now she was regretting lecturing me about not underestimating your opponent. I worked her cxnt with my toes and it did not take long at all for her to climax yet again.

“Agh! Agh! AGGHHHHH!!!!!” Donna screamed in yet another orgasmic release.

“Stop! Stop! I give! You win!” She pleaded.

“That’s what I thought.” I bragged before letting her go as she quickly passed out.

I smiled in another victory before my own exhaustion had caught up with me. The fight was over and my adrenaline had faded. I now needed to rest my weary bones. I cuddled up next to Donna and drifted off into a deep sleep. I woke up after what had to have been hours. I opened my eyes to see Donna resting next to me, already awake. Suddenly, the memories of our intense fight came back to me and I was feeling more than a little cocky now.

“I won, bitch. You gave up.” I bragged.

“Yes, you did.” Donna admitted. “But another major factor of sports that a lot of people forget about is luck. All athletes have good or bad days. If sports were all down to statistics like we were machines, it would be too predictable and no fun.”

She had a point.

“Fine but you know the rules. Your sweet pussy is mine for the rest of the night!” I declared.

“Haven’t you had enough sex for one day, clit-for-brains?” Donna teased and then we both laughed at the idea of any nympho getting tired of fucking hot girls.

“Alright, Stallion. You’ve earned your victory prize. Let’s go to bed.”

I followed Donna, squeezing her shapely ass as she led me to the bedroom. We got in bed and made love for the rest of the night. I say made love because after a slugfest like we just had, some gentle, loving sex was nice. She really knew her way around a cxnt. And so did I, of course. After our sex session, we drifted off into a good night’s sleep once again. We woke up nuzzling each other, our hands in each other’s silky hair. I gave her a good morning kiss before getting down to business again.

“So, what’s your story, jockstrap?” I asked. “What is it about the game that you love so much?”

“Well, if you haven’t figured it out by now, nothing gets my heart pumping like competition.” Donna explained. “I live for that shit. I was already into sports like crazy when The Boss met me a few years back at one of my wrestling matches. Said she was impressed with my work and knew of another game similar to wrestling that she thinks I’d be good at. Low and behold, she was right. I love the game because not only is it an intense competition unlike any other but it’s the easiest sport to get motivated for. Every second of it is pleasure! I never get cold feet or feel unfit for it! How could I not fall in love?”

“I can definitely see where you’re coming from, babe.” I agreed. “During our match, I felt a fire inside me that pushed me onto the end. It was like there was nothing else in the world except for me, you and our match.”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Ash.” Donna said. “We women are naturally competitive creatures. We compete over looks, over men, over fashion, over school, over business and over more. Competing over sex is the greatest female compeition of them all. It puts our very pride as women against each other in a no-holds-barred smackdown of pleasure and intensity.”

“You make it sound so dramatic.” I said.

“It is my deepest passion in life after all…And it’s yours too…And it never stopped being your deepest passion.”

“Well, thanks for your wisdom…And for the fucking.” I said.

“No need to thank me, Stallion. I’m always happy to bring the passionate need to compete back into another slut.”

“Well, I have seven more floors of hot bitches to fuck into submission. Do you mind giving me elevator access?” I asked as I got up.

“Don’t you wanna shower first?” Donna asked.

“Oh, I completely forgot!” I said, embarrassed.

We both showered together, washing the night of marathon debauchery off of our sexy skin. We would’ve started playing again but we agreed that I should save it for the next floor. I thought about what Donna told me. She was absolutely right. The competitive drive I had to fuck her down was a consuming and delicious addiction. That was one of the reasons why sexfighting was so much better and more fulfilling than regular, non-competitive sex. It brought out a bitch’s deepest and most personal ambitions and drive to get better. It really was like a sport in that regard. Once again, I wished it made it to the olympics. I’d be rich right now if that were the case.

We got out of the shower, dried off and she gave my rack one last playful slap, which I reciprocated, making us giggle. We walked over to the elevator and she bent over to scan her eye as I felt up her fine ass.

“There you go, handsy.” She teased. “And remember, Stallion, eye of the tiger.”

I rolled my eyes and said goodbye as I entered the elevator. I hit the button to go to the next floor as the flashing text told me who my next opponent would be.

Floor 4: The Nerd

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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Back in the Game: Floor 2: The Hippie

« Last post by YuriLesboLover on Yesterday at 08:14:57 PM »

As I saw the codename of my next opponent and the elevator ascended, more thoughts flooded through my mind of what I would face next. A hippie, huh? Oh, this should be interesting. As the doors opened, the smell of incense filled my nostrils and I saw a Japanese themed room complete with cherry blossom trees, matts on the floor for sitting, a large pond in the middle of the room with a bridge over it and sitting just in front of it was my opponent. She was a stereotypical hippie. A redhead with long, thick hair down to her shapely ass, a plaid top showing off some rather impressive tits and cutoff jean shorts highlighting that same shapely ass I just mentioned. She also wore a red headband to match her hair. She was sitting in a cliche meditation position. Eyes closed, crossed legs and her arms crossed under her nice rack. As if she could sense my arrival, she opened her eyes and stared right at me. Her eyes were hazel and had a gentle feel to them. Her stare was almost hypnotic. One of us had to break the burning silence, so I just got it over with.

“So, I take it you’re “The Hippie”? I asked as I approached her.

“That’s me, hun.” She answered as she continued ogling me. Can’t say I blame her. I am pretty stunning.

“But you can call me Rose. I’m 27 years old and I sense a great deal of internal conflict and anxiety within you, Ashley.”

I wanted to tell her to mind her own damn business but honestly, she read me like a book.

“Well, given my situation, can you blame me?” I asked rhetorically as I sat in front of her.

“Your voluptuous friend has been having the time of her life on the top floor, sweetheart. The Boss is very hospitable towards her guests.”

The image of those two having fun both deeply frustrated and deeply aroused me.

“And you just won your first sexfight in three years. You enjoyed every moment of it, I can tell. And you have so many more to go. Why fight your love of the game?” Rose lectured.

“I take no joy in indulging in old addictions.” I lied.

“Please, girl. I can tell you have sluttiness flowing through your veins.” She denounced. I rolled my eyes downwards in guilt.

“Hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She reassured me. “This addiction is completely harmless.”

“I guess so.” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “But I have my own reasons for walking away.”

“Of course, hun. I won’t judge you.” Rose said. “Besides, I already know exactly what your reasons are.”

“You do?!” I asked, my heart starting to race.

“No, babe! I’m kidding!” Rose said, laughing. “Just because I’m a hippie doesn’t make me a psychic!”

“Bitch.” I said bitterly.

“Hey, now, let’s not get hostile…At least not yet.”

“Why not? We both know why I’m here. I say we cut the shit.” I said as I was about to start stripping.

“Well, why don’t we get to know each other first? We have all night.” Rose suggested.

“I don’t really see the point, red.”

“Well, think of it this way. Fucking a stranger can be nice and kinky but fucking someone that you know better is more fulfilling overall, wouldn’t you say?”

“Hmm…Alright, you win.” I relented. She wasn’t exactly wrong about that either. I’ll fuck any bitch with a pretty face but there is a certain magic to grinding pussies with a bitch that you are more acquainted with.

“Wonderful!” She said as she got up off of her mat. “You just wait right there while I get some things to make this bonding session complete!”

As she turned around, I got an eye full of her sweet ass through her ripped jean shorts. Not bad at all. Nice legs too. She was gone for less than a minute, walking back towards me with her hands behind her back. She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face as she pulled her hands back out.

“Ta da!” She said as she held out a joint and a lighter.

“Huh.” I said. “I was expecting toys or naked pics but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“First time?” She asked. I nodded.

“I heard it can fuck up your memory if you’re under 25…but I’m 25 now, so…What the fuck?”

Just as I was about to light up…It hit me.

“Hold the damn phone!” I said as I stood up and glared at her.

“How do I know you’re not doing this to fuck with my performance?! Or to get me to confess my reasons for quitting?!”

“Geez, girl. You really do need this.” She joked. “You remind me of my sister. Always seeing ulterior motives.”

“You gonna answer my question, fire crotch?” I ordered.

“Well, as you can tell, I can read people. It isn’t some hippie magic. I’m a psychology major. And I have a strong feeling that your secrets are so personal to you that you wouldn’t even divulge them when you’re high as a kite.” Rose explained.

“Besides, I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that. We psychologists are taught that people will talk about their problems when they’re good and ready. I don’t need to hear it yet. Besides, if I wanted to weaken your performance, I wouldn’t be lighting up with you, now would I?”

“Yeah…That makes sense…Thanks for understanding and…Sorry.” I said shamefully.

“Don’t worry about it, Ash!” She said, regaining her pretty smile. “I could never stay mad at someone with a rack like yours!”

We both laughed.

“Oh and one last thing.” She interrupted. “That pond underneath the bridge? It’s heated. Care for a dip?”

“I’d love to.” I said.

We both began to strip and finally get a good look at each other’s hot bodies. Rose took out her headband and waved her dark, crimson, blood-red locks all around, looking sexy. Her tits were also a nice view. She caught me looking and giggled.

“I’m an E. And I’m guessing you’re a K?” She asked.

“You’d be right.” I confirmed.

As we finished stripping, we got one last look at each other. Rose was like an angel. As she was mesmerized by my tits, I saw that she even had reddish nipples and her pussy was also red. No wonder her parents named her Rose. This girl had more red on her than a sith lightsaber. As we finished our mutual ogling, we grabbed our joints and lighters and sank into the heated, artificial pond. We both cooed as the heated water covered our flawless skin, gave us goosebumps and hardened our nipples.

“Before we get baked, I want us to get to know each other better.” Rose said. “Let’s share stories of our sexual conquests! I don’t want any weed impeding our memories of that.”

“Is there anything better to talk about than all the hoes we’ve fucked?” I asked rhetorically.

We told each other of our various carnal exploits like we were two hardened soldiers sharing war stories. I was really starting to like Rose. She just gave me good and trustworthy vibes. I felt comfortable around her. I really should introduce her to Shannon after this is all over. We could have epic threesomes. After we felt the ice was broken enough, we finally got good and fried. The feeling was…unreal. Like I had forgotten where I was and why. I just focused on the here and now. Our memories were still solid enough to tell each other of our more recent endeavors with other babes. I told her all about Shannon, our history and our present. She was a good listener. Shannon then told me of her own past. She was in high school when her parents split up. The divorce was very ugly and her and her sister took it very badly. She then said that she didn’t want to talk about that anymore and that she has secrets of her own. I respected her wishes. We then just stared off into space as the weed began to wear off. Our long hair swimming around the water…

“You know…” I began in a sultry voice. “There was one encounter of mine that I didn’t tell you about.”

“Oh?” She asked, teasingly.

“There was a time when I outfucked some redhead hippie in a Japanese room while we were both high.”

“That reminds me of the time I fucked down some arrogant brunette with giant tits in a very similar environment.” She teased back.

“Shall we begin our stories at the same time?” I offered as we swam closer to each other.

She didn’t answer me as our bodies came together. Our brown and red nipples gently touched as our wet brown and red hair continued to swim in the water. Our mouths sealed each other as our tongues wrestled. We could still just barely taste the weed in the other girl’s mouth. Our thighs came up against our opponent’s pussy under the water. We continued this enjoyable position for a long time. Lost in a land of pleasure as we wrapped our arms around each other in a mutual bearhug. We kept this up until we both came at the same time under the water, feeling it just barely against our legs. We finally broke apart, our lips leaving a trail of drool as the high had finally faded away. Our eyes gained a fierce, determined stare as we knew that the time for talking was over. Now was the time for action.

Without a word, we got out of the pond and she led me to a building that looked like a samurai’s home. Really, this whole place reminded me of that one level from Metal Gear Rising. She opened the sliding door and we both went inside. The room resembled a cliche dojo with a matted floor and plenty of room. Perfect for playing the game. The relative darkness and isolation of the room was intense. All we could focus on was each other. Rose bowed to me, her crimson hair falling in front of her as she did. I rolled my eyes but reciprocated the bow, my own brown hair falling in front of me as we then stared each other down, daring the other slut to make the first move.

I’ve never been patient, so I was the one to break the tension. I marched right into her, my K cups joining with her E cups. Brown and pink nipples gently jousting and rolling over each other. We both cooed at this delicious contact of succulent, female flesh. I caressed her arm, feeling her soft, soothing skin until my hand was buried in her red locks. With the other arm, I caressed downwards until it reached her fine ass and I palmed it gently. I felt so alive as my fingers were consumed by the feeling of soft, silky tresses and thick ass meat. She reciprocated, diffing her hand into my thick brunette hair and sinking her fingers into my left cheek. We smiled at each other before beginning another passionate, lustful kiss.

This one was more intense than the first one. We straight-up rammed our tongues down each other’s throats, loudly slurping as they wrestled and drooling over each other’s sexy faces. This time, she made a new move herself and pulled us together so that our lower lips would join our upper lips in kissing.

“Mmmm!” We both moaned.

A standing trib was usually not ideal for me but I’ll never complain when grinding pussies with another hot bitch. We both took our one hand out of each other’s hair to grip the other ass cheek, so we could pull ourselves further into the tribbing. Her pussy felt so good. So gentle, smooth and best of all, juicy! Our fluids ran down our thighs as our pudenda mashed together. We used our hands to spread our asses and by extension, our cxnts wider and we began humping each other.

“Hmmmffff!!!”

“Ummmm!!!!” We both moaned, still muffled by our kissing.

Our inner labia swallowed each other as finally, our cits had joined and it was glorious! I felt my eyes almost roll back into my head with pleasure as our sex buds jousted. Every tiny bit of contact felt like a taser of orgasmic glory being unleashed throughout my body. I can only imagine that Rose felt the same. Our knees began to weaken and we descended down to a kneeling position before our climaxes finally reached us and we screamed into each other’s mouths as our secretions coated our crotches and upper legs.

We finally broke apart as we caught our breath. Just the first orgasm of the night and I desperately needed more. I wanted to fuck this hot hippie into a puddle of her own juices and then fuck her some more! I turned my head and once again we stared at each other. Our flowing hair fanning out all over the floor behind us. The look on her face it seemed was begging me to continue ravishing her.

“You ready for round two, you sweet piece of pussy?” I asked rhetorically.

“Does this answer your question, you big-titted hoe?” She answered before she pounced on me and buried her face into my cleavage.

I was caught completely off guard as she grabbed my pride and joy and used them to squeeze her head in between. She shook her head left and right as she blew raspberries into my cleavage, motorboating me.

“That tickles, fire crotch!” I shouted as I began to giggle. Her hair tickling the sides of my boobs wasn’t helping.

There are some disadvantages to having enormous breasts…Just kidding. It’s totally worth it. I would’ve kept protesting but her head was so swallowed by my tatas that I doubt she could even hear me anymore. She just kept spitting, licking and kissing all over. The feeling was out of this world. I then decided to take it up a notch. I hugged her into my breasts, pushing her further and further into my chest in an attempt to smoke her out. She retaliated by reaching back, grabbing my pride and joy and kneading them roughly like two bigass piles of pizza dough.

“Agh!” I grunted as she manhandled me.

She squeezed her fingers deep in like she was handling a pair of water balloons. I hugged her deeper into my cleavage. Soon, she had to come up for air and finally pulled herself away from me, lying down on the floor and catching her breath. I looked down at her on the ground.

“That was an interesting tactic, red.” I admitted. “But let me show you how a real nympho uses her mouth.”

I bent down as she was still regaining her energy and spread her fine legs open, revealing her ripe, red twat. I licked my lips with hunger before I slammed my mouth over her sweet, delicious pleasure center, jamming my tongue deep inside the plump, juicy orifice.

“Oh! You hot, cxnt-licking slut!” Rose cried as I continued to eat her out ravenously.

My brown hair covered her lower thighs like a blanket as she pulled on it in a feeble attempt to get control of me. My spit and her juices mixed as I feasted on my prey. She tasted like pot and rainbows.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Fuck!” She groaned as I grabbed her ass cheeks to pull her tasty cxnt further into my slutty mouth.

I licked in a compass pattern. North. South. East. West. All over her, not even attempting to control my drool. Goddamn, was she delicious! I could eat her pussy all day! However, the match comes first. I licked from her lower pudenda all the way up to her clit and enclosed my lips over it. I kissed and sucked it with everything I had.

“Ohhhhh!!!! Gooooooddddd!!!!!” She shrieked.

I knew her orgasm was coming on. It was only a matter of time. I kept at it for only about thirty seconds and then finally, with loud panting, her cxnt burst and my face and hair were both coated with her hippie juices. As the last of her fluids either covered me or were swallowed by me, I got up and looked down at my hyperventilating rival. The sight of your opponent covered in your juices was a sure sign of damaged pride for any sexfighter. Nymphos often see being bukkaked by their rival as a badge of pride. Sort of like battle trophies for us. Needless to say, I was feeling more than a little proud of myself right about now.

“Not bad, Ash.” Rose admitted as she caught her breath. “You can definitely eat pussy…But you’re not the only one.”

“Then why don’t you show me?” I challenged as I walked up to her and then sat on her face in a display of pride.

She gained a fierce grin as she immediately gripped the sides of my legs and slammed her mouth straight into my experienced cxnt.

“Ugh!” I grunted as I instantly regretted being so arrogant.

Rose ate me in a way I hadn’t been eaten in years. Her tongue was like a hard cock that was impaling my poor, defenseless pussy. It swam in, out and all around my insides like a trapped animal. She gripped my legs so hard that I couldn’t turn around to make this a 69 duel. I was utterly helpless against her oral onslaught. All I could do was just barely use my long hair to slightly tickle her clit but that was nothing. She slurped and slobbered all over my twat, wiggling her tongue with speed comparable to a vibrator. I felt every nerve and muscle tense with euphoric release, my pleasure building higher and higher on the scale. I was her prisoner of sex and both loved and hated that fact.

I tried to pry her hands off of my legs but it was like they were welded down. So, I reached behind me to fondle her E cup tits. Anything to try and dish out some pleasure on her. It had to be better than nothing. I flicked, pinched and prodded her pink nubs but then she brought out the big guns. She added both index fingers to the mix. Pushing them into my helpless twat, flexing, flicking and digging for gold.

“Aggggghhhhh!!!! Fucking hippie cxnt!” I screeched as my orgasm consumed me.

I felt my climax flow through my body and finally out my pussy as it flowed out and drenched the redhead’s lovely face and hair. She finally released my legs as I fell to her side, huffing and puffing from my beautiful release of carnal pleasure. She gently lied on top of me as I felt her body wet from my fluids all over me. She nuzzled against me and began gently, slowly licking my engorged nipples and lovingly playing with my breasts as I stroked her wet, matted hair. The sight was straight out of porn. Two hot nymphos cuddling, smeared in each other’s pussy juices.

“You definitely can eat cxnt, fire crotch.” I admitted.

“Why, thank you, hun. You’re not so bad yourself.” She said as she circled her fingers around my areolas lovingly.

“Round two goes to you. I can’t deny that.” I said as I continued running my fingers through her damp locks. “But I hope you’ve got more for me than that, Rose.”

“Oh, I can fuck all day, babe!” Rose assured me. “This is what I live for! And I know it’s what you live for too.”

I ignored her and gained a determined look in my face as I pounced on her once again. We quickly joined together in a catball. A rolling ball of sexual warfare as all of our erogenous zones once again collided in a smorgusboard of female pleasure. At that moment, I was consumed by the delicious pleasure of another hot bitch’s slutty body against my own slutty body. Our cxnts kissed once again as we rolled all around the dark dojo. We alternated between top and bottom more times than I could count. Our hair bounced and flew all over the place as our perverted tongues wrestled viciously and without mercy before we took our turns sucking said tongues like cocks. Oh, God! It was so amazing! So beautiful! Like there nothing in the entire world except me and this hot redhead fucking each into oblivion! I could do this for days! Weeks! Months! Years!

We pulled each other’s thick, sweaty hair, stabbed our sharpened nipples together and into each other’s areolas, squeezed and spanked each other’s firm, meaty ass cheeks and our twats swallowed each other whole. These were feelings I had experienced multiple times before but each time felt like the first time. It never lost its magic. It was pure heavenly bliss. We rolled over each other so much that we had actually left the dojo and were now back in the garden room. We didn’t care. All that was on either of our minds was extracting as much pleasure and juices out of each other as humanly possible. Nothing would get in our way.

We eventually reached the bridge across the pond in which we soaked just before this all began. Poetic. We finally broke our sloppy, ravenous kiss but continued to slide and stab our tongues at each other playfully. This hippie slut knew how to use her mouth, let me tell you. I honestly can’t explain it. You’d have to be orally pleasured by her yourself to truly understand the extent of such intense skill. As we breathed heavily and drooled into each other’s faces, I broke from her, quickly brought both legs up to my shoulders. The sly look on her face told me that she knew what I had planned. I gave her the same look as I pulled my hips back and then unleashed a mighty hump on her slutty pussy.

“Ugh!“ She groaned. “That’s it, baby! Give it to me! Give it to me if you think you can!”

“You asked for it, bitch.” I teased. “I’m gonna turn your insides into whipped cream!”

I continued my merciless humping, grinding and rubbing my labia into hers with all of my nympho powers. She turned her head, bobbed up and down, making her E cup jubblies bounce and jiggle. At first, she was pretty submissive but then she started to hump me back. I moaned and quickly got in the groove. She wants a pussyfight, I’ll give her a pussyfight! Our lower lips joined in the deepest, most explorative and lustful kiss that either of sex-crazed minds could think of. Our clits wrestled and bashed together like magnets, unwilling to break apart. Our juices filled each other’s twats as we kept fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking like the hot bitches in heat that we were.

“Agh! Agh! Agh!” I grunted.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” She groaned.

The all too familiar sound of feminin moans filled the room, as well as the sloppy sounds of two horny cxnts sloshing over each other. We had orgasmed into each other multiple times. We didn’t even bother keeping track. We were just so beyond absorbed in our delicious game. I came. She came. I came. She came. It was a marathon of orgasmic glory that we hoped would never come to an end. However, after one particularly strong orgasm, in which I could feel Rose’s fluids shooting up my vaginal canal, I noticed that her eyes began to waver. This was my chance! I increased the speed of my tribbing, diving my labia deeper and deeper into her’s.

“Uhhh…” She groaned quietly. She didn’t seem to have the stamina to shout any louder.

I pulled back and humped.

“Ugh!” She moaned.

I pulled back and humped.

“Agh!” She groaned.

I pulled back and humped.

“FUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!” She screamed as she blew her load inside me for one final time.

Her eyelids closed as she finally gave in, fading into a deep sleep. I came down on top of her and rested my head on her E cups as we lied on that Japanese bridge. This was a very different match from Courtney. With that blonde bimbo, I felt a constant rush. Like my excitement to outfuck her was never ending. With Rose, it was the opposite extreme. I found her so likable and endearing to be around. I felt like she was one of my closest friends. She just seemed so trustworthy. And she was right. Fucking a girl you know well is much more fulfilling than fucking a complete stranger. I soon drifted off into her bountiful bosom. A few hours had passed and we had both woken up in each other’s arms, caressing each other’s disheveled hair.

“You were everything I expected and more, babe.” Rose said as she gave me a quick kiss.

“You were great yourself.” I said. “And I hope you’ll be great for the rest of the night too.”

“Let’s go to my bedroom, so you can use me to your pussy’s content, hottie.” She said teasingly.

We got up and went to the backroom where the bed, shower and food all was. Rose got on the bed and gave me deeply seductive eyes. I got on top of her and after experiencing her legendary cunnilingus skills for myself, I decided to make her eat me out all night long. It was out of this world. Sometimes, I would reward her by turning around to give her some licking too. We kept this up until we passed out once again. As we woke up, we quickly showered together, rubbing and scrubbing each other deeply before cuddling back in bed. She felt so good to cuddle with.

“So, now that that’s all over, what’s your story, red?” I asked.

“What?” Rose asked, confused.

“You’re supposed to give your side of this, you know? Explain what it is about the game that you love so much.” I reminded her.

“Oh, yeah.” She said. “Well, I guess you’ve earned my trust by now, sweet tits.”

“After my parents split up, I sank into a deep depression. Eventually, to take my mind off of it, I started doing things besides weed. I was in bad shape. My addiction consumed me. One day, I was flat broke but hurting for my next fix. So, I tried to mug this hot lady I randomly encountered. Strangely though, she read me like a book and told me that my life didn’t have to be this way. For some reason, I believed her. She just gave me really good vibes. I explained everything to her. She said that there is another way to feel good again. We started meeting and that’s when she introduced me to the game…And I never looked back.”

“That lady was the boss, I’m guessing?” I asked.

“That’s right. She changed my life by introducing me to this wonderful anti-drug. I know you were ashamed of being addicted but this is the greatest addiction there is! No overdoses, no health detracts and it doesn’t even cost money most of the time! It’s given me a new way of looking at the world and I cannot thank The Boss enough for it. You felt the same during our match, didn’t you?”

My eyes said it all. The feelings and pleasures I experienced while fuckfighting Rose were basically narcotic. No other vice could hope to match it. And she was right. This addiction was as harmless as it gets.

“Believe me, girl. Everyone has their vices. We all need something. Why not this? You have every right to enjoy such a delicious hobby to the fullest. No one’s getting hurt by it. Quite the opposite, in fact! Think of all the hot nymphos in the world that would love to lock thighs with you! Who are you to deny them your sexy body and your hotass rack?”

“Okay, you’ve made your point.” I said, giggling. “And like I said, I’ll let you know once we’re done here.”

“Glad to hear it! Now let me give you access to the next floor!” Rose said as she got up.

We went up to the elevator and she bent over to scan her eye into the machine. I resisted the urge to start fucking her doggy style. The elevator opened.

“There you go, babe!” She said. “Best of luck on the next floor and thanks for the great fuckfight!”

“You too, fire crotch.” I said as we hugged tightly and then kissed. As I got into the elevator, Rose gave me one last surprise.

“Oh and once you reach my sister eventually, tell her I said you were great!” Rose said as the doors closed.

I couldn’t even respond. Were all these bitches going to leave me with a shock just before I entered the next floor? In the heat of our romp, I had totally forgotten that she said she had a sister. Sister nymphos. Now that’s pretty hot. Maybe they’ll be down for a fourway with me and Shannon after this. Anyway, I looked at the text above the elevator door which revealed my next conquest.



Floor 3: The Athlete

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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Back in the Game: Floor 1: The Cheerleader

« Last post by YuriLesboLover on Yesterday at 08:07:02 PM »

As the elevator opened, it really began to sink in what I was about to do. I was about to go back to the addiction that defined my college experience. Classes were never a problem for me. My folks were pretty well off and I was always a good student. Just because I have a pretty face and a rack that could stop traffic doesn’t mean I don’t have brains. Though, I doubt my parents would approve of my secret passion. I hope to God that they never read this. Anyway, I’m getting off the elevator and it reveals a gymnasium-like room. Complete with mats on the floor and walls, basketball hoops, waxed, hardwood flooring and a couple small bleachers. I was impressed. I wonder how long “The Boss” took to set all of this up. I knew she was filthy rich on top of being a filthy nymph but this was something else.

Strangely, my opponent who went by “The Cheerleader” was nowhere to be found. I was about to go looking for her when a door at the other side of the room opened, revealing a lithe, petite, platinum blonde girl with her long hair in a ponytail down to the small of her back. She wore a purple and gold cheerleader’s uniform and blue pom poms in each hand. She fit the stereotypical image of a cheerleader to a T. Would all these bitches’ codenames be so blunt, I wondered? She then turned in my direction and did cartwheels until she was right in front of me.

“One, two, three, four! I’ll fuck you down you goddam whore!” She cheered as she did poses. I cringed at how forced they were.

“Wow. That was cheesy as fuck.” I said bluntly.

“Yeah, sorry. It was last minute.” She nonchalantly admitted. “Anyway, my name’s Courtney and I’ll be your sexual rival tonight!…What was your name again?”

“Are you serious?” I asked the airhead rhetorically.

“I’m kidding, girl! Relax! The Boss told me all about you, Ash!” Courtney said with a smile full of pep. She had this cutesy tone in her voice and was a fast talker.

“Like what?” I asked, folding my arms beneath my massive melons.

“That you’re really hot, have big-ass tiddies and are a great fuck!” She said as she ogled me. “I can see so far that she was right about two of those things and I can’t wait to find out if the other is true!” She was talking so fast, I could barely keep up.

“Geez, girl. You need to lay off the caffeine.” I said. “Wait a second…” I looked at the logo on her uniform and just realized that it was for the Buchanan Badgers. My old college’s football team!

“You go to Buchanen?!” I asked her. “How old are you, anyway?”

“I’m 22, Chris Hansen. Thanks for asking.” She teased. “I was only introduced to the game after you graduated. It’s the greatest thing in the world! Cheerleading was fun but I really needed that extra thrill to take out all the excess energy I’ve got! How the Hell could you quit?! I can’t go one day without it! Did you really not miss it at all? I can’t even imagine! When did…?”

“Alright! Alright!” I said firmly. “One question at a time!”

“Okay, then…” She said, calming down. “Am I really your first match in three years?”

“Yep. Aren’t you lucky?” I asked sarcastically, letting my huge tits drop off of my arms.

“Wow. I sure am!” Courtney said. “The Boss wanted Floor 10 for herself and the rest of us had to pull numbers from a cup. I was lucky enough to get the first floor! Also, The Boss told us you were big but damn! You are gigantic! What cup size are you?”

“K.” I answered, bouncing them for her.

“Holy shit!” She said. “I’m just a D myself. Not bad but you’re like the Goddess of tits!”

“Why, thank you…My eyes are up here, B T Dubs.” I teased.

“Smartass…Also, why did you quit the game? The Boss wouldn’t tell us.” Courtney asked.

“None of your damn business!” I said defensively.

“Touchy, touchy…Or this that cliche blonde-brunette rivalry taking hold of you?” She teased.

“Why don’t you come here and find out, bimbo?” I challenged.

“I would be more than happy to.” She said, her fast-paced speech suddenly becoming slow and deliberate.

She took out her ponytail, letting her platinum locks fall to just above the crack of her ass. It was actually very common for nymphos to have long hair. It not only looks hotter, especially when sweaty and disheveled from sex but it adds to the theatrics of the fight. What slutty girl doesn’t like a good yank or giving another slutty girl a good yank in the middle of a match? Also, the sweaty feeling of the hair on your skin adds to the primal nature of the fight. Makes you feel dirty and hot. Just another reason why I love having long hair.

Courtney dropped her pom poms to the floor and slowly stripped off her uniform, letting her D cups bounce as she removed her top and her hair flying around. She had nice tits. Pink, suckable nipples. As she removed her shorts, she noticed that I was staring daggers at her.

“What’s that nasty look for?” She teased. “You’re about to lock up with a hot bitch for the first time in three years! You should be ecstatic!”

“I’m just here for my friend.” I said, lying. I admit that I was at least a little excited to be coming back to this life.

“Oh, yeah. I saw her. She has a great ass.” Courtney said as she removed her panties, showing her bright, pink little pussy.

“She sure does.” I said as I ogled the blonde’s sweet pudenda.

“Too bad The Boss has been hogging her.” Courtney said. “She said that the rest of us should save all of our libidos for you.”

“She was right. I hope you’re prepared.” I told her as I began to strip.

“You may be a fine piece of ass, Ash but you’ve still been out of practice for three years.” Courtney lectured. “Don’t get cocky.”

“You’re only half right on that, blondie.” I shot back. “I’ve fucked Shannon every day for almost the full three years.”

“Casual sex and competitive sex are very different.” Courtney lectured. “You already know this yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah. Save your lectures, professor.” I complained as I removed my shirt and my humungus jublies bounced back and forth.

“Dear Lord…” Courtney awed at my pride and joy. “You don’t wear a bra?! How do you stand all that bouncing and jiggling?!”

“I’m used to it. Had huge tits for my age since middle school. Bras are just constrictive and uncomfortable.”

“Shannon is one lucky bitch.” Courtney said. “Why don’t we start this off with a titfight?”

“K cup vs D cup. Gee, I wonder how that will turn out?” I said sarcastically.

“Size isn’t everything, babe.” Courtney lectured. “Skill is what wins the game.”

“Fine, whore. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I said arrogantly as I removed my shorts, revealing my brown labia and pink inner lips.

“Like what you see?” I asked, posing for her and flipping my thick, brown hair.

Courtney answered by marching right into me and colliding her tits with my own.

“Agh!”

“Ohh!” We both cooed at the touch.

My first time touching tits with another bitch competitively in three years. The feeling was…beyond words. Long forgotten pleasures were beginning to return to me. Memories of what felt like another lifetime. Courtney grinned and giggled as she ground her boobies back and forth across mine. Our nipples jousted as I felt like I was a million miles away. I was already beginning to drip down there.

“You like that?” Courtney teased. “You don’t get to be a cheerleader if you aren’t flexible enough for things like this.”

“Ohhhh…” I groaned.

I don’t know why I was spacing out so much. I’ve mashed breasts with Shannon a million times but this was…different. Was it really just the context of this being competitive that made such a difference to me? I felt as if I was about to pass out.

“Is that really all you’ve got?” Courtney mocked. “The Boss made you out to be some sexual superwoman but all it takes is some tit touching to overwhelm you?”

“Ugghhhh…Shut your cxnt sucking sewer, you beach, blonde bimbo!” I shot back.

“Why don’t you make me?” She challenged.

“Gladly!”

I regained my composure, grabbed both sides of her face and pulled her into jam my tongue into her arrogant, fast-talking mouth. She was surprised but quickly got into the kiss. I had forgotten what it was like to kissfight. It was a little hard to kiss her due to the size of my boobs but not impossible. The only downside of having big tatas but not at all a deterrent. The euphoric rhythm of my tongue intertwining with my opponent’s. The sweet, almost candy-like taste of nympho spit. It was amazing. However, I didn’t get lost in the pleasure like last time. My competitive instincts returned to me like an old friend. I reached up to bury one hand into her flaxen locks and used the other to squeeze her ass as she did the same to me. Classic sexfighting position. Shannon’s booty made mine look pitiful but it was still certainly a fine piece of cheek meat on its own.

I pushed into her as our tongues and tits wrestled and we fell onto the matted floor, still not breaking our glorious, passionate, slutty, spitty kiss. Oh, God! I loved this so much! I could feel the sexual energy flowing through me like the force! At that moment, I felt like I could run a hundred, no, a thousand marathons! We rolled around the floor, occasionally touching the waxed hardwood of the gym as we wrestled, our sweaty, matted hair flying. The sound of grunting, moaning, lips popping and spit filled the echoey room. Finally, Courtney got on top of me and held my arms down as she broke our heavenly kiss, leaving a trail of drool.

“That’s it, baby!” She encouraged. “Let it all come back to you! Embrace your nymphomania! Let all your sluttiness out on me! Let your libido flow through your sexy body! Let all that energy explode in a glorious fireworks show of sex!”

“You have such a way with words.” I teased.

“Know what else this mouth of mine can do?” She asked rhetorically.

She then clamped her lips down on my engorged right nipple, suckling on it like it was her last meal.

“Ah! Fuck!” I yelped.

This girl was an animal. Shannon would suck my tits a lot but she was always loving and gentle. This girl was like a ravenous beast digging into her prey. I became so used to Shannon’s submissiveness, I had forgotten what it was like to roll around with another dom.

“Ow! You dirty, airheaded cxnt!” I yelled as she chewed on my brown bud seemingly as hard as she could without causing any serious damage.

It had been so long since I locked my thighs with a nipple biter. She would twist it slightly with her teeth as her hand pinched, flicked and pulled at my left nipple. This girl’s cute, optimistic demeanor was a facade hiding a stone-cold freak. I pulled her hair to try and get her under control but she was latched on tight. As I closed my eyes and winced in pain and pleasure from her suckling and nibbling, she switched to the other nipple almost instantly. Damn, what a slut. I could feel her D cups pressing against my belly as she continued her feasting. I could feel a nipple orgasm coming and could hold it back no longer.

“Agh! Agh! AGGHHHHH!!!!! You fucking cxnt…” I screamed as my nips secreted orgasmic fluid.

Courtney responded by bringing my K cups together to lick the juices from them both as I caught my breath, my long hair fanning out on the floor. Courtney got up and flipped her sweaty locks as she looked down on me both literally and figuratively.

“I know you have more than that, Ash.” She said with a serious tone. “Now get up and take your revenge!”

She was right. My opponent had drawn first blood and it filled me with the energy to keep going. I got up, my face aimed at the floor as I kept breathing heavily and my brown tresses curtained my blushing face. I flipped my hair and looked in her direction. She had a cocky smile and a look in her eyes that dared me to get payback.

“Be careful what you wish for, bitch.” I warned. “You just might get it and more.”

“Then come give it to me, you hot slut!” She dared.

I got up and marched towards her until we reached another fleshy collision. My lips jammed into hers as our breasts melded together again. She brought out her tongue to lick at my slutty lips and I retaliated. This culminated in a skanky tongue fight. Our tongues wrestled outside of our mouths, jabbing and sliding together as our spit pooled into our joined cleavage. Soon, I trapped her tongue with my lips and lustfully sucked on it with everything I had. We closed our eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as I kept sucking her tongue, tasting her sweet spit as I bobbed on it up and down, taking all of it into my mouth, which thirsted for her saliva. She then brought out lips together, starting another kissfight.

We bearhugged each other to push our mouths deeper into the kissing. It was amazing. Tongue-wrestling another bitch was always one of my favorite things to do. I had to resist the urge to just stop fighting and let this fine-ass cheerleader use me as her fuckbitch. Resisting temptation was one of the essential cores of sexfighting. I knew she was as into this as I was, judging by how hard she was kissing me and wrestling my tongue. I knew this had to escalate and I did exactly that.

Once again, I pushed into her, bringing her to the floor with myself on top of her and broke our kiss with a moan from both of us. I looked down at her slutty face as my long, sweaty hair curtained us both. She had a look on her face that screamed “Give it all to me!” and who was I to deny a fellow girl in need? I aligned our tits and our pussies and brought them together in a legendary kiss of female flesh.

“Ohhhh!!!” I moaned.

“Ahhhhh!!!!” And so did she.

Our lower lips enclosed on each other, bringing back a euphoric feeling that was out of this world. You know that scene from Ratatouille when the critic eats the ratatouille and is brought back to his childhood? That’s the best possible way I can describe how grinding cxnts with this blonde bimbo felt. A wave of nostalgic bliss consumed me as our pussies kissed. It was out of this world. I needed more! More of my body against hers! More fusion! More collisions! More joining! More everything! I had to have it! I had to!

I humped into her as she did the same to me. Our hair and tits bouncing and flowing as I dove down to kiss her again. Tongue-to-tongue. Nipple-to-nipple. cxnt-to-cxnt. As we pulled each other’s hair and squeezed and spanked each other’s asses. This was it. This was heaven. This was the ultimate experience that any woman could have! Again, we rolled around as our cxnts wrestled and finally, our clits came together.

“Mmmmm!!!!” We both screamed into each other’s mouths.

Our pleasure buds ground against each other, setting the rest of our cxnts on fire but now I’m running out of words to describe how good I felt, so let’s cut to the chase. Our twats rumbled like an inner earthquake as our orgasms finally reached us. Our pupils rolled back into our heads as we shot our juices inside each other and then separated. We both huffed and puffed as we recovered from such an overwhelming, mutual climax. Our hair fanned out on the floor as we stared at the ceiling. It was like we just reached Nirvana. And I mean the actual, Buddhist Nirvana, not the grunge band. We let out one last exhale as we turned our heads to look at each other’s gorgeous faces.

Courtney was a mess. Her face red from the brutal fucking she just experienced. Her hair was messy, sweaty and disheveled and her eyes looked like she just huffed a dank joint. Although, I doubt I looked any better. My pride and joy lightly bounced as I breathed and gave her more bedroom eyes. I still wasn’t satisfied and knew she wasn’t either.

“Damn…You are good…” I complimented.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this in three years?” She asked rhetorically. “Once a nympho, always a nympho, I guess.”

I got up, already regaining my energy as she did the same. This cheerleading slut wasn’t done getting fucked by me just yet.

“You ready for the next round, cxnt?” I asked her with a devious smile on my perverted face.

“Always ready, clit-licker. Always ready.” She said with a similar expression.

“Oh, I’m a clit-licker, alright. Why don’t I prove it to you?” I dared.

Before she could react, I tackled her by the legs back to the floor again. I put her into a position where her legs were in the air and her pretty, pink pussy was staring me dead in the face. I did what any horny nympho would do with such a lovely cxnt in my face and dove right in.

“Ughhhh!!! You slimy bitch!” She cried. She tried to reach to pull my hair but this awkward position made it impossible.

My upper lips devoured her lower lips as my tongue exploded every inch of her pleasure center. Every girl has their own vaginal flavor. Shannon’s was more tangy but Courntey’s was actually quite sweet. Almost like cherry candy. Damn, she tasted good! I flexed my tongue up, down, left and right. She wrapped her legs around my head to try and drag us both down and it worked. I guess she hoped that it would disconnect my tongue from her cxnt but you can’t always get what you want. My giant breasts kept my face elevated as my tongue now reached her clit. I could feel her shivering from the contact.

“Fine, bitch! You said you were a clit-licker! Show it to me!” She dared.

Ask and you shall receive, blondie. I jabbed and poked my tongue into her pleasure bud, still drooling into her twat as my spit and her juices intertwined. Her legs covered my ears but I could hear the muffled sounds of her yelping and grinned into her pussy with self-satisfaction. She was my prisoner of pleasure. Her back arched and bucked. I knew what that meant. Her orgasmic fluids came rushing through her vaginal canal and onto my pretty face. Her juices swam through my skin and into my drenched hair. I finally pulled away from my opponent and looked down at her as she had done to me.

The ego boost of giving my rival an orgasm rushed through me. Courtney’s hair was matted to her skin and covering her face as she hyperventilated on the floor. The sight of your opponent reeling from the orgasm you had just given them is what every nympho wants to see. Still, the energy just wouldn’t dissipate. I wanted more. Needed more. And by God, I would get more.

“Come on, blondie, get up!” I commanded. “I know you can do better than that!”

“Not over till the fat lady sings, bitch!” Courtney said as she got up, flipped her drenched hair back and faced me again.

“Sexfighting isn’t just about giving but also receiving.” Courtney said. “You can dish it but can you also take it?”

“Get down on your knees and see for yourself, bimbo!” I challenged.

“Now who should be careful what they wish for?” She said sarcastically.

She crawled towards me slowly and intensely. Like a lion stalking a wildebeest.

“Spread ’em, bitch.” She ordered with a fierce tone.

I did just that. I lied down in the same position that she had and let her approach me. As her face was inches away from my sweet, juicy pussy, she stared at and admired it. She gently ran her finger across my labia, getting a feel for it. I knew she was impressed. I have an amazing pussy. That’s not me bragging. That’s a fact. She then gained a sly grin as without warning, she dove her face and tongue inside me like a madwoman.

“Ohhh! That’s it! Eat me like the thirsty whore that you are!” I cried as I gripped her hair through the sweat,

She had the same cxnt-eating technique as me. Ravenous, ruthless and relentless. She loudly slurped and slobbered all over my twat. Holy shit, she was good. A big, hard cock is nice but nothing beats a skilled bitch’s tongue. She pulled her tongue in and out again and again like she was fucking me. I looked down and could see a mix of her spit and my fluids oozing down her pink tongue. It was sloppy, nasty and beautiful. She dove in again, firmly licking up and up and up, feasting on me like a popsicle.

“Maybe you blondes are good for something after all.” I teased. She retaliated by nibbling my clit.

“Ow! Last time I pay you a compliment, you clit-biting skank!”

She continued her cunnilingus as her long, sweaty hair covered my inner thighs like a blanket. I could feel her D cups resting on each side of my lower lips. This girl could eat. She then focused all of her oral skills on my clit, wrapping her sweet, spitty lips around it, drooling down my pussy as she bobbed and poked at my pleasure bud. I was impressed. Courtney could give as well as take. Soon, my orgasm enveloped me and I could feel it swimming through my body down to my cxnt.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ughhhhh!!! Fuck!” I screeched as I came, splashing Courtney’s face.

I could see my jizz flowing down her skin and soaking her blonde hair. Now that’s a sight to see after getting head.

“Okay, bitch. Not bad.” I admitted. “We can both give and take…but what about giving and taking at the same time?”

“I guess we’ll have to find out, won’t we, you skanky brunette?”

“I guess we will, you slutty blonde!”

We got up and then back down in a horizontal 69 position. Perfectly even. I was so fucking ready to swallow her juices again! We simultaneously dove in, our drenched hair covering each other’s legs and our breasts as we slurped, slobbered and lickdd every nook and cranny that our slurty tongues could possibly reach. We grabbed each other’s ass cheeks firmly as our fingers sank into our rival’s booty meat. Her tongue in my pussy constantly encouraged me to eat harder and faster. We just ate and ate and ate. The rest of the world ceased to exist. Right now, nothing mattered more to us than the delicious cxnt that was right in front of us. Soon, we added fingers and even fisted each other. Our clits were nibbled, jabbed, poked, licked, pinched, prodded and more.

Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm swept upon us but we didn’t even notice. We were utterly coated in each other’s fluids, to the point where we could feel our own juices dripping off of the other girl and onto us. Our fatigue soon began to catch up with us, however. I could feel her licking slowing down as my own did. Eventually, we could handle no more and pulled apart. We had to have been 69ing for at least an hour and a half. We again hyperventilated as we stared off into space. We then got up and crawled towards each other, both knowing what the other nympho wanted. We kissed lovingly and passionately, sharing the taste of each other’s cxnts mixed with each other’s spit.

We kept at it for a few minutes until I reached down to finger her again. She moaned into my mouth as she retaliated. We kept fingering each other in one final test of endurance. We lost track of time once again as we kept cumming into each other’s fingers. She broke our kiss to groan and scream at my fingering. I bent down to lick her D cups as she kept cummimg again and again, until finally…She dropped to the floor, passed out.

It was over. I couldn’t believe it. My first sexfight in three years and I had won. I felt more than pretty good about myself. However, without my opponent motivating me to stay awake, my own exhaustion had hit me like a truck and I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty hair curtaining us as we drifted off to dreamland. A few hours later, I awoke and looked at her still cuddled up to me, smiling down at me.

“You win.” She admitted.

“I guess I did.” I said casually.

“If this is how good you are after three years of being out of it, I’d love to have bumped cxnts with you back in your heyday.”

“You know the terms, right?” I asked her.

“Yes. I will be your plaything until morning tomorrow…Just promise me a rematch sometime.”

“I’ll think about it.” I joked.

“Bitch!” She said, giggling.

We both got up and Courtney guided me to the door at the back of the room, revealing a bedroom with a sink, shower, bath and a cabinet full of food. We both looked at each other deviously and climbed into the two-person bed, giggling like slutty schoolgirls.

“I’m all yours, baby. Use me however you please.” Courtney said as she opened her arms and legs for her mistress.

“Oh, I’ll use you until you break and then replace you with another toy on the next floor!” I teased.

I joined her and I fucked her like a sexdoll until the sun set and we both drifted off to sleep. Morning came and we both showered separately. We would’ve had fun but we decided that I had to save my energy for the next floor. As I dried off, she began to comb my hair and we chatted.

“How was I?” She asked.

“I’ve had worse.” I teased. “Ow!” I yelped as she deliberately hit a snag in my hair.

“You may have beaten me but I was amazing and you know it! You wouldn’t have fucked me non-stop last night if I wasn’t!”

“Okay, okay! Calm your suckable tits! You were great!”

“Thank you.” She said firmly. “So, are you back in the game now?”

I gained a sullen expression.

“I guess I have no choice.” I said with a somber tone.

“What’s the matter, sexy?” Courtney asked as she continued combing my hair.

Last night was a ton of fun but I also felt guilty about being pulled back in. I felt like a rehab graduate that had just relapsed. You’re probably wondering what the Hell happened to make me so reluctant to come back to something I loved so much. Well, once again, I’ll tell you later, you impatient bastard! I’m telling you stories of me fucking other hot bitches to exhaustion! Least you could do is let me tell it the way I want!

“Oh, just bummed that I missed out on this for three years.” I lied to her.

“You didn’t want to tell me why and I’ll respect your wishes, you hot, brunette cxnt.” Courtney said pleasantly.

“Thanks, you fine-ass, blonde bimbo.” I said equally sweetly. “Now you answer one of my questions.”

“Shoot.” Courtney said as she finished combing and was now fixing my hair with her hands.

“What is it about the game that you love so much? The Boss said all of the girls on these floors are here to teach me a lesson about the wonders of the game. What’s your lesson?”

“Well, if you haven’t noticed by now, I have a lot of energy.” She said sarcastically. “One day after the finest cheer routine of my life, The Boss approached me and told me all about the game. Said it was a great way to release all of my inner energy. Strangely enough, I agreed with her. I guess it helped that she was the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. So, I got addicted and never looked back.”

“Is that it?” I asked as she ran her fingers through my hair.

“Well, think about it. I can release all of my hyperactive bitchiness on willing participants and I get to fuck to exhaustion at the same time. What’s not to love?”

“I see your point.” I admitted. She wasn’t wrong. Something about her brought all of my old nympho energy back and I had to release all of it and what better outlet than her beautiful cxnt?

“All done!” She said in the same girly, cutesy tone she originally greeted me with.

“I guess this is goodbye.” I said.

“Oh, no, girl!” She protested. “You owe me a rematch! A long, filthy, sweaty, spitty, cummy rematch! And even if I win, I want another rematch to break the tie!”

“Alright, alright, you insatiable slut!” I relented. “Now could you scan your eye for me, so I could get to the next floor?”

“I’d love to, baby!” She said sweetly.

She bounced out of bed and skipped towards the elevator as I ogled her naked ass. I guess I do owe her that rematch. Or maybe a million rematches. Then I cursed myself for thinking like an addict again. She put her eye in the scanner, giving me access to the next floor.

“Bye, hun! And thanks for a great match!” She said.

“Likewise.”

We hugged and then passionately kissed for about 30 seconds before I went into the elevator. She slapped my ass as I walked away.

“You’re so getting that rematch, bitch!” I said as she arrogantly waved goodbye and the elevator doors closed.

Thoughts raced through my mind. I had a new sexual rival. I loved fucking her. Anyone with a brain could see that. But was I really about to embrace my old addiction again? I shook it off and looked at the digital text above the elevator. It said: Floor 2: The Hippie

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Celebrity Fights- Polls / Scarlett Johansson vs Elizabeth Olsen: Marvel titqueen

« Last post by Jen_assfighter on Yesterday at 08:01:47 PM »

When they turn because they heard people wanted a question answered


How they react to the question


Once they start arguing their case and putting forward their reasons

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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Back in the Game: Prologue

« Last post by YuriLesboLover on Yesterday at 07:59:37 PM »

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Fuck!” I moaned.

“Oh, yeah! Give it all to me, baby!” My best friend moaned as I tribbed her on our bed.

Did that get your attention, perv? Good, cause now I can introduce myself. My name is Ashley Morris. My friend’s name is Shannon Carter. Since I know you’re dying to put an image of us in your dirty mind, I’ll do you a favor. We’re both 25 years old and more importantly, we’re both fine pieces of pussy. As for me, there are two things about my appearance that define me and that my lovers can never keep their eyes or hands off of. First is my very long, thick, soft, flowing, ass-length brunette hair. The other thing is my massive, enormous, mondo-gigantic jubblies. K cups to be specific. All natural too. I also have soft, smooth pale skin, big, brown eyes and my ass ain’t half bad either.

Shannon is a brunette like me but my hair is more pure brown while hers is darker and almost black. It’s also shorter than mine, reaching her lower back. Her cup size is D. Her eyes are minty green. Her skin is pale like mine and I hate to admit it but she does have a better ass than me. Her ass is big, round, bulbous and meaty. I can’t go a single day without squeezing it. So, yeah. I’m a tit girl and she’s an ass girl. While you fantasize about us, I may as well give you some backstory.

As you’ve probably guessed, I’m a very early bloomer. I started to develop my breasts when I was only eight. By eighth grade, I had DDs. I used to hate them and was really embarrassed of them. They would bounce like water balloons at the slightest provocation, they were a pain in the ass during PE and they attracted a lot of unwanted attention from both genders. Guys would gawk at them like I was some kind of national geographic motherfucker and girls thought they had a free pass to fondle them whenever they wanted. Nowadays, I would love the attention but back then, I was a shy, demure little bunny-rabbit. I wanted to get a reduction but I was deathly afraid of surgery, so I was stuck with them. Smartest decision of my life.

It wasn’t until that year, eighth grade, when I met Shannon and learned to love my boobs. She told me she was jealous of them and that they were the coolest thing in the world. It was really nice to see someone actually appreciate them instead of ogling or groping them for once. We bonded instantly and soon, my tits became my pride and joy. Well, besides my hair, of course. Unlike my tits, I always loved my long hair. It made me feel like a princess. I always got compliments on it and people touching it always felt nice. And now, it still feels nice when my lovers give it a nice pull.

Anyway, Shannon became my BFF and during high school, we were inseparable. Thanks to her, I learned to take pride in my funbags. I was a hot babe and I knew it. So, it was only a matter of time until we both started sleeping around. Shannon and I have always been hardcore hedonists. Surprisingly, we never tried girls, though. Well, not technically. She and I would kiss at parties for attention from guys, when we were drunk or just for practice during sleepovers. You know. Usual girl shit. However, escalating that never crossed either of our minds…Until later on.

After high school, we were heartbroken to find out that we would be going to different colleges. Our goodbye was very emotional but we both swore to reunite once we graduated. Luckily, we both finished up at 22 years old with Liberal Arts degrees. Impressive, I know. We managed to get an apartment together and upon our reunion, we told each other all about our experiences. Especially who we slept with. We soon found out that we had both discovered our bisexuality at our respective unis. We just kept sleeping around and experimenting like every hormonal college kid. We both loved pussy. One thing led to another and we eventually began fucking each other…A lot…Like every day…Sometimes multiple times a day…And then multiple times a night.

So, three years later and we still can’t keep our hands, mouths, tits or cxnts off of each other. Luckily, I was a hardcore dom and Shannon was a hardcore sub. I tell you, we were made for each other. It was all casual, though. We were BFFs with benefits. No commitment whatsoever. See boys? Us gals can be afraid of commitment too. However, I was keeping secrets from Shannon about what I was really doing in college. All the lesbian sex was true but…Let’s just say I took lesbian sex to the absolute max. As far as it could possibly go. However, I soon got tired of that and only fuck girls for fun now. Well, that’s not entirely true but I digress.

Anyway, it was a normal day like any other, me fucking Shannon on our bed. The same scene that I started this with and that you’re more than likely touching yourself to right now. It’s cool. I won’t judge. As we finished up and splattered our cum all over each other’s hot, luscious bodies, I laid down next to her, gave her a big, loving kiss and cuddled up next to her as she ran her fingers through my sweaty, gorgeous hair.

“No one can please me quite like you, Ash.” Shannon said.

“And no one can get pleased by me quite like you, babe.” I said as I nuzzled her.

We just laid there for a while, enjoying each other’s naked company and almost drifting off to dreamland when, in my sleep, I heard a ping and felt my best friend’s sexy bod leave me. I slowly opened my tired eyes to see her dump truck ass walking away from the bed towards the desktop on the other side of the room. Then, it hit me that the sound I heard was an email notification.

“Oh, now who could this be from?” Shannon said teasingly.

I got off the bed, crawled on my hands and knees up to Shannon’s godly caboose, grabbed it with both hands and blew a raspberry into her sweet twat.

“Oh! You dirty bitch!” Shannon said through light giggles.

“That’s what you get for being a nosy nancy!” I said as I got up and pressed my titanic tatas against her still sweaty back, feeling her hair gently tickling my pink buds as I hugged her from behind, feeling her breasts against my arms.

As I nuzzled my face against the other brunette, I looked at the screen to see the email. It was from some random, number-filled address that I didn’t recognize but the message itself sent chills through my spine and heat through my loins. It read as follows:

“Hello. It’s been a while, Honeypot. I hope you’ve been keeping your skills sharp. I think we’ll be seeing each other again very soon.?*??*?*?”

I was at a complete loss for words. There was only one person that ever called me “Honeypot”. Why did they call me that? Well, you’ll find out soon enough. Shannon could tell how shocked I was by this email.

“Who’s that?” She asked.

“No one.” I blatantly lied. Then Shannon grabbed by tits and squeezed them like she was trying to pop them.

“Ow! Bitch!” I yelled.

“Tell me who it was or I won’t let go!” She demanded.

“Alright! Alright!” I relented. “You don’t know her. She’s an…old friend from uni. I haven’t seen her since graduation.” Calling this person an old friend from college was a monumental, astronomical understatement.

“Oh, I see…” Shannon said with that pervy look in her eyes. “Think she’s down for a threeway?”

“Honestly, babe…” I said with a guilty tone. “There are some things about college that I haven’t been telling you…”

“Well, spill the beans, sweet tits!” She teased, lightly flicking my boobs. “You know you can tell me anything!”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow after I trib your little clit off. How about that?” I challenged.

“Oh, is someone feeling horny thinking about her old college friend?” Shannon teased.

“Maybe. Now get on the bed, so I can use you for a cum rag!” I ordered.

“What am I, your sex doll?” Shannon asked sarcastically.

“Yes! Now lie down and spread ’em, slut!” I ordered.

Shannon cooed at my boldness and did just that. As my submissive BFF took her pussy-fucking like a woman, my mind was racing with thoughts about my old college friend. She was truly something else. I fucked all of those feelings into Shannon until she passed out from pleasure. My twat was still inflamed with passion, so I put on some lesbian porn to finish myself off. Dani Daniels and Asa Akira, specifically. After the most intense masturbation of my life, I was finally spent and slept next to my passed out friend. The dreams I had must’ve been amazing. Wish I could remember them.

My alarm went off. 9:00 AM like always. I told Alexa to shut up as I got up and stretched. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was a mess. My beloved hair was disheveled, my face was still red and my eyes were bloodshot like I just smoked a dank joint. I haven’t looked like this after sex since my college days. Good times. Then, I realized that Shannon was gone. I didn’t think anything of it. She was probably making breakfast for us naked, which she knows I love. We were semi-nudists. Only wearing clothes when we went out in public or had guests over…Well, with some guests we stayed nude anyway but I digress. Thoughts of Shannon’s succulent booty in the kitchen made me moist but I left the rook to find her.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t in the kitchen. I looked around. Maybe she was showering. I hoped so! I went to the bathroom, hoping to sneak up on her for some fun but she wasn’t there either. In fact, the shower and bathtub looked like they hadn’t been used since yesterday. Yeah, we use them a lot. You should see our water bills. I checked my phone and no texts or calls from her. I called her five times but no answer. Now, I am starting to get worried. I went back to the bedroom and noticed that there was another email notification. I figured it was worth a try. It was from that same random address and once again, reading it gave me chills. Here’s what it said:

“Dear Honeypot

Your friend is fine. She’s just staying with us. Took some convincing but she’s all for what I have planned. Don’t worry, I left out all the details. She’s just so curious that she’s willing to wait and see herself. And I’ve been keeping her very good company. So, calling the cops won’t do you any good. It’s not a kidnapping if it’s consensual. Just know that she’s okay but you will not see her again unless you do as I ask. I will send you an address. It’s close. You will receive further instructions when you arrive.

You’re probably wondering, why am I doing this? Well, the answer is simple. You love the game, sweetie. You know you do and you never stopped loving it. I gathered some friends of mine to help remind you about everything you love about it. You’ll thank me before it’s over. Love you, Honeypot. Hugs and kisses.”

That bitch…She just couldn’t accept that I wanted to move on. Regular sex was plenty good enough for me. Oh, well. At least Shannon is okay and taking part in this willingly. That cxnt. When I get her back, I’ll fuck her until our combined juices glue her labia shut and then I’ll pry them open to fuck her some more! Damn, I feel like my college self again…Anyway, she sent the address. Like she said, calling the cops would do nothing. This was basically her visiting someone behind my back. Bitchy but not illegal. So, I drove to the address to find an eleven story building. I walked up to it to find a retinal scanner. I put my eye up against it and it let me in like it was some kinda spy shit.

I saw a small lobby with only an empty desk and an elevator door. On the desk was a laptop with a word document on screen. I guess these were the “further instructions” that bitch was talking about. It read as follows:

“Glad to see you’re here, Honeypot. I knew you couldn’t pass this up. Here’s how this will work. As you’ve noticed, this building has ten floors. Each floor has an elevator which will only go up one floor or down one floor. So naturally, you’ll have to go through the building one floor at a time. On each floor, you will find a horny, slutty nympho that can’t wait to bump cxnts with you. You remember the rules of the game. You fuck until one of you in incapable of continuing. If you win, your opponent will not only use their retinal scanners to give you access to the next floor but she will also be your sex slave for the rest of the night.

If you lose, you get to try again the next day but your opponent will also have you as a sex slave for the rest of the night. Each floor is custom made for each opponent’s taste. Complete with food, showers, baths and beds. Each opponent is unique, with their own codenames, their own style of playing the game and their own reasons for loving the game. Their purpose is to teach you or rather, remind you of why the game is the greatest thing in the world. You already know these things but you need to be taught that once a player, always a player. Again, you will end up thanking me.

Now, you’re probably wondering, why am I doing this? Well, you’ll find that out for yourself when you reach the top floor where Shannon and I are staying. Good luck, Honeypot. And enjoy yourself.

The Boss.”

I guess that was her own codename…Honeypot. I always both hated and loved being called that for reasons I’ll get into later. But yeah, now you know my secret. I was a sexfighter in college. Since freshman year, even. I did it every day. Why did I give it up? Again, I’ll get into that later. For now, I have ten floors of nymphos to outfuck to get my slutty, big-butted BFF back. I went into the elevator and scanned my eye, giving me access. As it went up, the thought of what I would face on Floor 10 both excited and terrified me more than words could describe but I pushed on. There was a screen above the door on the inside. It flashed digital red colors as the elevator went up that said “Floor 1: The Cheerleader”. I guess that’s who my first opponent will be.

And I guess this is really it. I’m back in the game…

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Melinda claws it out with Ashley

« Last post by Ashley Allie on Yesterday at 06:55:33 PM »

Dazed and blinded but you smashing the sand across my eyes and then slamming your hard fists into each side of my face as I feel your fat ass dive onto my back "Mmmpph!!" as I feel how heavy you are and your saggy soft udders mash down onto my back driving my body down into the water as my huge hooters mash deep and hard into the muddy sandy bottom!!

"Get the fuck off of me Bitch!!"........"THUD!!" as you slam a hard left hook into the side of my face, then a right hook "THUD!" slams into the other side of my face "Uugh I said get off of me BITCH!!"......"THUD!" another hook from your left slams into the side of my face causing my body to push deeper and further into the stream, when you slam another right hook into my face "THUD!!" YT

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Message Board Fights / Re: Erin Lee vs Lauren (Tatt Cat): Final Battle for the Bali Bungalow

« Last post by Erin Lee on Yesterday at 06:41:53 PM »

Bottom line, i'm naked, i'm in the water washing the sand off my kitty, the sand you threw you nasty bitch. Splashing water all over my body not only helps me get rid of the sand, it also cools me down somewhat. You've mauled my body, ripped hair from my scalp, squeezed me with your legs, attacked my tits with your talons, so the cooling water is very gratefully received.

Now i have no idea if you are gonna have the guts to follow me into the lagoon or not. I issued my challenge with the thought that you would be unable to turn down a challenge and by the looks of things i was right. You are up on your feet and heading my way, discarding your ruined thong in the process. You do look all hot and bothered and with all your ink now visible you look even more like a walking advert though for what i'm not sure.

Into the water you step, i can see the relief on your face and a quiet sigh as the water laps around your body. Maybe you think i am too stoopid to recognise that you are inching closer to me as you splash your body but i may not be the brightest but i can see when danger is approaching.

So i quickly stoop, cup my hands, scoop up some water and throw it at your face, this being salt water i'm hoping it might sting a lil. I follow the water towards you, thigh deep i can't exactly sprint, even if i wasn't hurting all over, but as i get to you i look to grab you by your messy mop and yank down on it as i try to take you down face first into the water.

As you said, this is end game, it's building to a crescendo, will the bungalow remain my property or will you steal it from me, we will soon find out.

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Melinda claws it out with Ashley

« Last post by Melinda (Mia) Isabella on Yesterday at 06:25:58 PM »

Slamming the sandy mud into your face worked to perfection as my hard left and right hook combo that smashed into each side of your face has sent you crashing off of me and face down as well as your saggy fat cow tits into the water, I quickly take in two deep gasping breaths, my massive breasts heave in and out and the burning sensation from your claws sets me on fire, the pain is horrific and it enrages me as I lunge onto your back smashing your whole body and breasts down into the cold stream, your breasts mashed down into the sandy muddy base as I begin sending right and left hooks to the side of your head "BAM!!.....THUD!!.....BAM!!.......THUD!!" as my fists crack harder and harder into the side of your head over and over, as I slam my heavy breasts down onto your back forcing your cow tits to mash out under water deeper into the sandy muddy base!

"You fucking bitch, you come to my nature trail behind my home and think your going to walk away with a win, I may not be able to walk away on my own cxnt, but they will have to carry you away, make sure that bitch of a mother of yours doesnt walk far!!" as I slam another left, right, left, right hooking combos to the side of your head!!!  Yt

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Melinda claws it out with Ashley

« Last post by Ashley Allie on Yesterday at 05:43:40 PM »

Enjoying the mounted position that my body has mashing my heavy boobies down ontop of yours as my claws dig and and stab at your bulging and mashed out breasts and my forearm crushing down onto your throw is bringing pure joy and an evil grin across my bloody lips, when out of knowhere

"SMACK!" your right hand comes slamming hard into my face as my eye sight is blurred badly as your snear mud and sand up into my eye, and then "BAAAAAM!" your left fist crashes hard across my face as my body rocks, only to rock hard right into your right cross that crashes hard into the other side of my muddy sandy face "BAAAAM!!" sending my crashing off of you, my huge boobies hanging down into the water that I just crashed face first down into!! Yt