Week 2 Group A, Team Sex Appeal (BlastMan) vs Team FHM (890)
Team Uniforms (SA & FHM) w/referees uniform for Group A (Ronda Rousey, Jeri Ryan & Jennifer Lawrence)
Both teams late leaving their locker rooms after confusion regarding the submission of their official starting lineups. After heated discussions, both teams are told that since the lineups of NEITHER team were handed in by the required deadline, neither would be accepted. Both teams will be penalized by having the 'next up' fighter chosen by "random draw" rather than decided by the teams or their management.
Neither manager is happy about the result, but Sex Appeal captain Miley Cyrus is particularly vocal, decrying the "unfairness" and blaming someone named "Hannah" - though nobody on her team admits to knowing who that is! Megan Fox shrugs off the ruling, calling it "...a minor inconvenience" and assures her team it won't hinder their chances of ultimate victory "in the slightest." Referee Ronda Rousey sticks by her ruling and after her assistants, Jeri Ryan and Jennfier Lawrence, complete the 'fun part' of their duties - giving each of the six women a thorough, head to toe, physical exam that leaves no hiding places unchecked - either visually, manually, or in two cases, both. Once Ryan tells her they're done, Rousey calls out the first two competitors chosen at random.
Cyrus (Sex Appeal) and Fox (FHM) are first out their teams and right from the opening bell Cyrus is on the attack, throwing herself at the older brunette and flailing away, windmilling punches and trying what looks like some kind of martial arts kicks inspired by her fictional TV character. Fox is being forced back under heavy pressure from Cyrus's "hair on fire" all-out attack. Megan backs into her own corner and is rocked by a series of kicks that have her gasping for air.
Miley quickly takes advantage, stripping away Megan's bra; then attacking her panties but Fox head butts Miley, knocking the blond entertainer back on her tight, taut, butt! Megan, up shaking her head, gets a handful of Miley's sports bra, but loses her chance to strip Miley as Cyrus uses a handful of Fox's hair to drag her to the mat! They roll around, kneeing and elbowing. During the scuffle, Megan completes pulling Miley's stretchy sports bra up until it covers Cyrus's face!
Now Fox gains the upper hand, trapping Cyrus underneath her and laying across her (now) bare chest, her left leg immobilized by Megan's left arm with a scissors and has Miley's right biceps pinned with her elbow and a tight grasp of Cyrus's right wrist. While she's got Miley Cyrus wrapped up tight - except for her wildly thrashing legs - Fox's left hand is free and it looks like she's going to put it to good use!
Megan winks at her corner, then slips her left hand under the waistband of Miley's yoga pants where she finds Miley's 'girly bits' and gets to work. Fox rubbing, stroking and tweaking the young blonde's sensitive nether region while she talks dirty to the blond singer. Cyrus, red faced by her predicament - and the unwelcome intrusion into her private parts; desperately bicycles her legs in the air, trying in vain to raise her hips high enough to knee Megan.
Miley bucks her hips, swings her legs left and right and curses like a sailor(!) but Fox hangs on and continues to tell Miley in graphic terms what she's feeling (a rapid increase in moisture, etc.) and brags about how much Miley's going to enjoy what's about to happen to her. Everyone at ringside - and millions watching at home and in bars - all know the instant Megan's fingers find their target because the young blonde lets out a scream as her face gets even brighter red!
Miley's body squirms and wriggles helplessly as Megan goes about the pleasant task of getting the spoiled brat off and - surprisingly, it doesn't take long before Cyrus is panting and her legs are no longer kicking, thrashing and stomping the mat, but are slowly sweeping back and forth, side-to-side, over the mat. With Megan's weight on her chest, Cyrus can't escape and her breathing is labored. Her position is hopeless and there's nothing for her but to "lay back and think of England" until - with a hoarse cry and a sob of dismay - she explodes in a climax worthy of a more mature and worldly wise woman.
Referee Ronda Rousey pulls Fox off of Cyrus who doesn't move and just lays there limp and drained by her powerful climax. Her lithe legs fall apart, spread wide exposing a big wet stain on the front of her stretched out yoga pants. Miley has to hold the stretched and weakened elastic band up with one hand as she's taken by the arm to Team FHM's corner by Rousey where a leering Jennifer Lawrence handcuff her to the corner post - Lawrence, still upset about not having had anyone to play with during last week's match, shows Miley how her vibrating 'night stick' works and - judging by Miley's moans and then her scream as she orgasms again - Lawrence's long hours practicing on herself paid off!
While Team Sex Appeal are getting ready for one of them to take Cyrus' place, across the ring Team Sex Appeal's Elizabeth Gillies and Mia Khalifa are discussing how one of them will deal with Megan Fox who's going to have to stay in the ring to face a new, fresh, opponent. That turns out to be Gillies... to Mia Khalifa's obvious disappointment, because when Gillies name is called, Mia slams her fists on the top rope. Then she looks back at Miley and a cruel grin comes on her face.
Mia hops down and shoves Lawrence aside, replacing her place behind the squirming Miley Cyrus while Fox and Gillies are about to square off in the ring. As the heavier Gillies locks up with Fox, she pushes and shoves her back to the ropes, then sits back and Monkey Flips the more petite brunette clear over her head. Megan lands hard and is still struggling to sit up when Gillies comes charging and... freakin'
BULLDOZES Megan Fox! Liz tramples Megan, then turns back around and hair-hauls Fox to her feet. Gillies hits Megan with a HUGE
Kneelift, the brings her forearm up under Megan's exposed chin.
WHAMMO!Fox is flipped ass over teakettle, landing hard on the back of her head. Elizabeth Gillies wasting no time, rolls over and scrambles on all fours, dropping on Fox who still doesn't know where she is! Megan's fragile little bra and panties are ripped away in a heartbeat, leaving the world famous actress exposed and vulnerable to Liz Gillies who crawls on top of her and sits down in a
Reverse Facesit, her sweet cheeks covering Megan's face, both hands free to massage, manipulate, and pull, squeeze, and anything else she wants to do to poor Megan Fox's sweet breasts!
Liz crushes Fox's breasts in her fists, wringing screams from the petite brunette that are, mostly, muffled by her butt cheeks. Then after raking her claws up and down Megan's smooth belly a couple of times, Liz decides it's time to switch from 'pain' to 'pleasure' as she digs her long, strong, fingers into the sweetness that is Megan's pussy. After a couple of exploratory wiggles, Liz's dexterous digits hone in on Megan's pleasure center and she begins to work that tough little gristle like a woman possessed.
Megan tries to bring her legs up to kick Gillies, but Liz brushes them aside, then after three or four tries, she wraps her right arm around Fox's right leg and pulls it back, raising Megan's ass off the canvas, and tucks it under her arm. Now, with one of Megan's legs immobile, Liz has her left hand free and unimpeded to work her "magic" - and that's just what she does!
After a few minutes of 'gentle persuasion', Liz feels orgasmic spasms in Megan's vagina. She increases the speed of her fingering, concentrating all her attention on Megan's throbbing clit.
"Nuuuungh.... nuuuuungh.... nunnnngh," Fox begs from under the smooth, supple, flesh covering her nose and mouth as she squirms; her struggle slowly, inexorably, slowing as her oxygen is depleted by her frenetic, yet fruitless, resistance to the inevitable explosion building within her nubile young body.
Bigger, fresher, heavier, Liz Gillies takes down, pins, then - finally - orgasms her older, tired, opponent as with a muffled cry, Megan Fox climaxes, Gillies leaning back and licking her fingers as tiny liquid geysers spurt from Fox's pussy, the fluid glistening under the harsh, bright, overhead lights illuminating the ring!
Almost before Gillies gets up, Jeri Ryan is in the ring, hurrying to collect her prize, ignoring Ronda Rousey who hasn't even had time to raise Gillies' hand. Ryan grabs Fox by the wrist and drags her over to the Sex Appeal corner where she handcuffs her to the corner post where Mia Khalifa gives her a "warm" welcome, slapping her hand up between Megan's legs so hard the little brunette is forced up onto her tip-toes! Mia's already into fingering her prisoner when she hears a cry from her team captain, Miley Cyrus, from across the ring who has just been forced to orgasm for the fourth (fifth?) time since she was handcuffed. Mia had some making up to do!
During the brief break, Liz and Mia each partook of some "Fox" while they whispered about the tactics Liz should use against her next opponent - either Amber Heard or Malena Morgan. Mia told Gillies,
"If it's Morgan, get away and tag me as soon as you can. She's too good, too experienced, I've done scenes with her and she can suck a golf ball thru a garden hose. She gets her mouth on you and you're done. Leave her to me!" Liz bristled, her ego stung.
"I can handle anything that whore can throw at me," she panted, still trying to catch her breath after her battle with Fox.
"I'm not afraid of her.""Well, you should be," Mia muttered, turning away to get back to having fun playing with Megan Fox's 'kitty'!
Liz Gillies (or Mia Khalifa) didn't have to worry about Morgan....next up for Team FHM was Amber Heard who'd been in the news recently for a break up with Johnny Depp - and acknowledging her 'sexuality' was best described as 'fluid' or 'flexible'. Amber's 'flexible' sexuality was an asset, rather than a liability, for Heard which meant Liz knew she'd have to bring her "A game" and she did!
Amber sensuously slithered out of her corner and cautiously circled in a crouch. She and her partner Malena Morgan had closely watched Gillies battle with Fox and had agreed on a strategy. Liz had been slow to recoup after the hard struggle and Amber wanted to go right at Gillies, tire her out and wear her down, then take advantage.
"Don't give her a chance to catch her breath," was Malena's sensible advice to Amber.
Amber and Liz were about the same height; Gillies slightly heavier and 7 years younger. But Amber saw Liz's 'youth' as a disadvantage for the youngster. Amber had been in several 'relationships' and sex and sexfighting were nothing new to her. She doubted Gillies, despite a brief Broadway exposure, had any sexfighting in her background. Amber intended to show the 'new girl' how the 'big girls' did it in Hollywood! Heard quickly corners Gillies and bodies up with her, fondling and caressing her while talking 'sweet things' and promising her a night
"...you'll never forget."Far from being turned off by Amber's blatant 'come on', Liz Gillies returned her ardor even harder! Amber shocked, backs off to reevaluate, giving Gillies time to mount an attack of her own, tying Heard up, then the two of them go reeling around the ring, bouncing off the ropes, stumbling and staggering until they finally fall in a heap...with Heard on top!
Amber, sensing the opportunity fortune handed her, manages to rip away Heard's flimsy bra and sheer panties, then wedges her knee between Heard's thighs, reaches down to start rubbing her already juicy pussy. Heard, pinned under Liz's bulk, can only think of one thing to do, she reaches behind Liz's head, grabs a fistful of hair and pulls her face down to start kissing. As soon as Gillies is distracted, Amber slides her other hand over Liz's belly down into the front of her yoga pants The fabric of yoga pants is designed to provide the wearer comfort, not protection and provides no impediment to another woman putting her hand down 'there'. Now that Amber has control of Liz Gillies' head - and her pussy - there's no way she'll be denied. Liz, realizing she'd positioned herself horribly with her own weight pressing down on Amber's hand working against her, starts to squirm, writhe, and buck... trying anything to put space between herself and Amber's rapidly working fingers.
Sadly, with Amber's tight grip on her hair, the only thing Gillies manages to do is roll over, making things even worse! Now atop Liz, Amber can lift, twist, or turn, her own hips to make it harder for Gillie's to keep her fingers in, while at the same time, Heard can grind down on Liz so she can't avoid her. Surely as the sun rises in the morning, Amber's dexterity builds a fire in Gillies' loins...a fire only one thing can extinguish... her orgasm!. In a matter of minutes, thanks to some 'sweet talking' by Heard, Liz Gillie's pussy erupts with the force of an Olympian orgasm.
Heard rolls off and crawls away panting... barely moments from her own climax. If Gillies could only have held out another minute - or less - Amber wouldn't have been successful. But now, as Rousey and Lawrence are dragging the weeping Gillies over to join Miley handcuffed to the Team FHM corner post... and the eager hands of Jennifer Lawrence, Heard stumbles to her corner and asks Mia Khalifa for some ice water. Her hand shaking, Amber pours the entire bottle on her steaming pussy, then leans on the ring ropes while Mia goes to retrieve Amber's bra and panties for the next fall.
"WHAT do you mean I can't put my bra and panties back on?" Amber screams at Rousey when she's told she can't get dressed.
"You're lucky you get a break between opponents," Ronda tells her.
"Deal with it! You wanted to sexfight... what the hell'd you think you'd be wearing...a burqa?"As Amber stands in her corner waiting for the Lebanese born pornstar; Mia Khalifa's studying Amber and likes what she sees! Heard is tall, blond and has small breasts...the perfect size for Mia's hands! If there's a type of woman Mia loves to make her bitch it's blondes!
"May God grant me strength," Mia mutters as she crosses herself. The bell rings and she eagerly steps forward; eyes fixed on the prize - Amber's engorged labia and the glistening trail of liquid gold trickling from her fully aroused pussy. As if she can sense Mia's intent, Amber's hand unconsciously touches herself as she moves, her excitement at the sight of Khalifa's full breasts making her mouth dry.
Heard nervously licks her lips just as Mia lunges forward and thrusts her arms straight out shoulder high, her hands open, fingers curled. Mia's palms slam Amber's chest, her open palms pancaking Heard's small, firm, breasts so hard they take her breath away! Legs pumping, Khalifa drives the taller, naked, blond back against the ropes; pushing her breasts in and up, shoving Amber's head and shoulders over the top rope!
Mia bellies up to Amber, her belly lower than Heard's groin, her face below Heard's breasts. Mia uses the position to start rubbing herself on Amber's groin. She smiles when Amber, disadvantaged by her lack of protective clothing and her legs spread on either side of the pornstar's lush body, realizes her womanhood is exposed and she's at risk in the opening seconds of the second round of her first public sexfight.
'NO!' Amber thinks,
'I will NOT let some cheap whore humiliate me, I'm not this easy!' Heard, her arms on Mia's shoulders, raises her hands and clasps them overhead, then slams them down in a
Double Ax-handle, driving Khalifa to her knees breaking her claw hold on Amber's breasts. Heard heaves a relieved sigh as she cups her throbbing breasts in her hands and takes a deep breath to gather he....
"AAAHHHHHHHGGGGHHH!"Amber let out a cry of surprise, shock, and dismay when the warm, rough, tongue of the Lebanese porn princess dove deep into her pussy, darting with professional skill and unerring accuracy straight to her hard, erect, and still fully aroused clit (thanks to Elizabeth Gillies good effort!)
"NO STOP IT TUTtut tut tut tuh uhhnnn---...." Amber's stunned protest faded as quickly as it began when she belatedly realized her peril and tried to find two handfuls of Mia's long, dark, hair that she could use to pull her tantalizing tongue as far from her treasure as possible.
But while Mia is young, she's also experienced, and when she hit her knees and saw Amber's golden temple door in front of her, she reached up, grabbed Heard's tight ass cheeks with both hands; her fingers in the crack of the blonde's cute butt; and hung on for dear life! Amber was taller, Amber had been in more 'fights' than her - but Mia hoped her knowledge and skill in pleasuring women was better than Heard's awareness of her body's ability to survive the level and quality of attack Mia was making on it.
Not many women spend their teenage years exploring the ins and outs of sex the way Khalifa had; she was confident in this position, she'd get the already aroused blond off in a minute or two... fast enough for her to endure the small price of having her hair pulled; like that never happened before! But Mia was wrong... Amber was even more vulnerable to her lingual talents than even Mia knew and in under a minute, Heard's golden nectar flowed across her tongue like the Litani River of her birthplace!
Ronda Rousey, standing behind Khalifa and watching wide-eyed with the wonder of a woman eager to learn a new talent, sighed and stopped rubbing herself, glancing back over her shoulder toward Team Sex Appeals corner where Jeri Ryan had been sitting alone watching events with the jaundiced eye of a longtime viewer - and occasional practitioner - not terribly impressed with the level of talent with anyone so far, either at the sex, or the fight, parts of their performance.
'At least now I'll have something to do with my hands to help pass the time,' Jeri thought as she took possession of the weak and rubber-legged blonde. After handcuffing Heard to the corner post, Jeri ran her hands lightly over Amber's long, lean, sleek body, feeling the firm muscles just below the surface that reminded her of another woman's body she'd enjoyed in the past.
'Oh, Charlie,' Jeri thought as she fondled Amber's perky breasts,
'if Cat Bell hadn't come between us... you and I... we'd be running things in that stable now instead of that hapless old redhead.' Jeri sighed, then looked up just as the next fall began.
With the contest deadlocked at two apiece, this would be the final, and deciding pairing. And what a sexfight it promised to be, matching the teams two pornstars head-to-head. Looking at them, Ryan could imagine Khalifa once again beating a taller opponent. Her body was thicker, and looked stronger, than Malena Morgan's, but Jeri knew Morgan's resume and she had far more 'work experience' than Mia. That alone could be enough to tip the balance in her favor.
Rousey called them both to center ring, and then backed away with a one-word command, "Fight!" And they did! Knowing that everything they'd hoped and planned for rested on her shoulders, each of the two women flung herself at the other. Neither was an accomplished 'fighter' but each thought of herself as a 'sexual being' and each took pride in her body. Whoever was the loser between them, would go away feeling less of a woman for letting her teammates down. Not much pressure!
Mia has never seen Morgan 'in action' but Malena has the advantage of seeing Khalifa fight Heard, however briefly! Mia tries the same tactic she used against Amber and Malena's ready for it. When Mia rushes toward her and raises her arms, Malena sets herself and at the last second, she kicks out her right leg, her foot slamming deep into Khalifa's soft belly! Mia doubles over clutching her stomach, and is helpless when Morgan - stealing a page from Amber's book - moves in and gives Mia a
'Double Ax-handle' to the back. Mia drops to her knees, but Morgan isn't standing there naked with her legs open like Heard!
Morgan's moving behind Mia who's still doubled over on her knees; arms across her mid-section; disheveled hair over her eyes. Malena gives Mia another
'Double Ax-handle', this time to the back of her head and neck. That one stuns her even more and she sprawls face down on the canvas, her hands trapped under her body! Malena stomps Mia's back several times as a softening up technique, then kicks her over onto her back. The petite brunette is barely moving, her chest heaving as she struggles to replace the air driven from her by Malena's relentless attack.
Malena uses a hand in Mia's hair to lift her head, then straddles her neck, trapping Khalifa's face in Ms. Morgan's delectable glutes! Then Malena drops and tucks her legs in, slamming the back of Mia's head on the mat as she sits down hard on the smaller pornstar's face! Now that Khalifa's pretty much out of it, Malena rocks forward and starts to strip her rival. In this, Team Sex Appeal's choice of a stretchy lycra sports bra and sheer yoga pants work against them, and it doesn't take a woman as talented in removing another's clothing long to get access to whatever area of Mia's lush torso she wants!
Sadly, Mia Khalifa is so far out of it, that she barely puts up much of a struggle as Malena's talented fingers and flexible tongue weave their magical spell on the semi-conscious psyche of the Lebanese-American lovely. When Malena has Mia's hips rockin' & rollin' even a 'newbie' to sexfighting like Ronda Rousey recognizes the signs of an impending orgasm and she signals to Jeri Ryan to start looking for her handcuff key, because she'll be releasing Fox and Heard any sec...
And there you have it ladies and gentlemen of our viewing audience; Malena Morgan bringing in a geyser worthy of 'Dallas', 'Dynasty' or Yellowstone Park! Say what you will about Middle Eastern women (and in sexfighting, we love 'em!) that Mia Khalifa can squirt with the all-time greats!
Lookit her go! Morgan sits back with a big grin and slaps Mia a couple of times to help bring her around, then she and Rousey help the crestfallen, and - now that she realizes she's lost - sobbing little brunette to her feet and support her on her wobbly way to join her teammates with Jennifer Lawrence.
Lawrence looks particularly pleased, helping herself to handfuls of Mia's magnificent mammaries as she 'assists' her down the steps where - while Ronda Rousey and Jeri Ryan are getting Team FHM together for their souvenir victory photo - Jen Lawrence is fitting the dour-faced members of Team Sex Appeal with their "free to take home as a remembrance of this night" souvenir dog collars and leather leashes which Team FHM will be leading them from the ring back to the FHM dressing room for the obligatory "victory party."
But don't feel too bad for Team Sex Appeal, in addition to keeping their collar and leash, each member of the team will also take home an autographed photo of the three referees in their police uniforms, as well as a free FHM tee-shirt courtesy of the winning team's opponent's corporate sponsor. All in all, not such a terrible deal!
FINAL SCORE:
Team FHM's record 1-0; Orgasms given 3; Orgasms received 2 (given by: Fox, Heard, & Morgan)
Team Sex Appeal: 0-1; Orgasms given 2; Orgasms received 3 (given by: Gillies, & Kalifa)
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