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2018 Celebrity Sexfight Tournament, Week 5, Group B, Crush vs Wonder Women

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Very grateful for Vitezislav and Ginny for all the effort they've put into this last year and this. Grateful most of all for them allowing me to contribute in my own little way by writing this weeks match. Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. It's a real challenge to try and meet the standard of quality of those two, still not sure I'm quite there yet (not sure that I ever will be) but nonetheless we do what we can. This was my effort. Happy readings  ;) 

Wonder Women (ricky89) vs Team Crush (DoubleJ)

Wonder Women (ricky89)

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Model: Gemma Atkinson (GB, blonde)
Age: 33
Build: Athletic
Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
Weight: 152 lbs (69 kg)
Bra Size: 34F (enhanced)
Measurements: 34F-24-36

Model: Charlotte McKinney (FL, blonde)
Age: 25
Build: Slim
Height: 5'7" (171cm)
Weight: 140 lbs (64kg)
Bra Size: 32F (natural)
Measurements: 32F-26-36

Porn Star: Riley Steele (CA, blond)
Age: 30
Build: Slim
Height: 5'7" (1.70m)
Weight: 114 lbs (52kg)
Bra Size: 36C (enhanced)
Measurements: 36C-23-37

Team Crush (DoubleJ)

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Porn Star: Tylene Buck (CA, blonde)
Age: 46
Build: Athletic
Height: 5'6" (167cm)
Weight: 125 lbs (57kg)
Bra Size: 34E (enhanced)
Measurements: 34E-24-35

Model: Maryse Ouellet (CDN, blonde)
Age: 35
Build: Athletic
Height: 5'8" (167cm)
Weight: 118 lbs (57kg)
Bra Size: 34D (enhanced)
Measurements: 34D-25-34

Model: Kendra Wilkinson (CA, blonde)
Age: 33
Build: Petite
Height: 5'4" (163cm)
Weight: 115 lbs (52kg)
Bra Size: 34DD (enhanced)
Measurements: 34-23-32



 
With both these teams coming off a loss, there was a definite sense of anticipation in the air. Which of the squads would rebound from defeat and phoenix-like rise to claim victory? Moreover, this was the last chance saloon for both Wonder Women and Crush. They were not in action for the climatic sixth week, set to watch from the sidelines as The Bare Back Riders and The Blonde MILFs fought for dominance. As a result, there was much pouring over the current table as captains worked out the various permutations that could leave them either stranded or advancing to the next round.

For Crush it was simple. They had to win. At an overall record of 0-2, they’d been twice defeated in close 3-2 matches, the last coming in devastating and controversial fashion against The Blonde MILFs. They’d had a rest week to stew on that fact too. A week that had been spent doing just that as all six of the ladies of Crush worked themselves into a fury over the unjust treatment they felt they’d received at the hands of referee Christina Carter. That fateful knockout punch from Jennifer Lawrence that had levelled Fergie became a rallying cry for Crush who were determined to bounce back.

For Wonder Women it had been a great comedown last week as they were soundly outclassed by The Bare Back Riders. They hadn’t been at the races, so complacent after their demolition job upon The Blonde MILFs. A small, albeit vocal minority had proclaimed their first victory to be an illusion of greatness, a façade that bore no connection with the reality of the situation. Those murmurings had reached the ears of Abigail Ratchford who had proceeded to begin some midweek sleuthing that had culminated in spectacular fashion as she traced the chatter to its source, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. More information on that could potentially come to light at a later date if popular demand wills it.

The question to answer for the punters betting on the outcome was which motivation would prove the more powerful. Would it be the desire of Team Crush to prove themselves following their perceived injustices? Or would it be the angry vengeance of Team Wonder Women that lit an unquenchable fire, turning Crush’s already fading hopes and dreams to ash.

The night of the match arrived and the arena was alight with excitement. Fans were baying for (mostly metaphorical) blood. They’d been given quite a show by the Naughty Devils and Team Jobber but for most that had just left them wanting more. The prospect of witnessing another six beautiful ladies battling it out for their pleasure was an enticing one.

Director Hartley had decided to use this match for a little experimentation on the side of the referees. Rather than the regular rotation, she’d invited several young stars (maximum age of 25) interested in potentially getting involved for next year’s tournament to get a flavor of the action by officiating this week’s match. The audition process had run long into the night as Nina put the young hopefuls to the test at her home. The mature legend of the adult industry had demonstrated that she could still more than keep up with the youngsters as several pulled out halfway through the night. Others though had flourished, the constant, unending fuckathon proving to their liking. The three Nina had chosen for tonight she had very high hopes for in the future.

The referee in ring was Hunter King, Nina’s personal favorite of her new recruits. The blonde had proven herself to be fearless and frighteningly talented for her youthful years. Nina was shocked when Hunter flat out refused to touch Chloë Grace Moretz, scheduled to be her first partner of the night and demanded that she get to fuck Nina herself before anyone else, shoving Ariel Winter aside to do so. At the time Nina was furious and accepted just to teach this arrogant upstart a lesson before she kicked her out. However, after Hunter had put on a brave resistance before succumbing to her first orgasm, Nina elected to let King off the hook with a stern warning. They met several more times that night and by the final time, Hunter had worked out a special strategy just for her. Nina ended up just laying on her back, blissfully lounging in ecstasy as Hunter skillfully brought Nina to a monstrous climax with her tongue.

That was not to sell short the other two referees. Dealing with the vanquished fighters of Team Crush would be Maia Mitchell, the Australian actress whose pretty face belied the ferocious fire underneath. Completing the trio and continuing the international theme was Sophie Turner, the elegant Brit who stood tall and proud as she waited to welcome the beaten warriors of Team Wonder Women into her care. Sophie had in fact battled the previous year for #BritishInvasion, captaining them even. However, since their exit she’d fallen out of love with the sport. Nina felt it was a coup to have brought her back and couldn’t wait to see if another years’ experience would bring the stunning redhead to new heights.


 
As the crowd continued to scream, Hunter beckoned the opening fighters from both sides to the center of the ring. It was Tylene Buck up against Riley Steele. Blonde pornstar vs blonde pornstar. Just the sort of battle that had the potential to start a riot in the already frenzied stands. Hunter smiled at both of them pleasantly, not wanting to have any accusations of cheating after the disaster of Crush’s previous match. Then with an even more beaming smile, she signaled for the bell and began the match.

The two were well matched in terms of height, although Tylene had a fair bit of extra weight that mainly bulged from her chest, so you would be forgiven for envisaging a cagey beginning before a tightly fought match. That was emphatically not the case. Riley began like a woman possessed. She had been prepared for this eventuality and knew that she couldn’t allow Tylene, the former wrestler to gain any momentum or she would soon find herself shattered on the mat as Tylene had her way with her. Therefore, as Hunter was signaling, Riley was already moving. By the time that the bell was struck, Riley was already at Tylene’s side. Her hands were sliding into place precisely where anyone with working genitalia would choose to go, however Riley’s motivations were far less pleasant than most who got their hands on Tylene’s chest. Tylene let out an unholy scream as her mammaries were taken and squeezed viciously, the sexy lingerie that Crush were attired in providing scant protection against Riley’s cruel fingers. Gripping and twisting the pliable flesh with relish, Riley proudly turned the uber aggressive, ultra-tough Tylene Buck into a screaming, howling mess. She wasn’t fool enough to believe that Tylene would remain this way forever so Riley evolved her method of attack.

She released Tylene’s tits and instantly swapped targets as her hands went to her blonde rivals’ abdomen. Only these weren’t just hands, they were fists that pummeled Tylene’s toned and tanned stomach hard. Air was suddenly a precious commodity for Tylene, Riley doing her best with rapid fire combos to ensure that it remained that way. Tylene hunched over, trying to block, cover up, anything that would stop the pain. Riley was undeterred, finding gaps and weaknesses in Tylene’s desperate defense.

Eventually Riley became satisfied that Tylene was no immediate threat and grabbing hold of one of Tylene’s arms, she dragged the flailing pornstar across the ring before straining to whip the busty blonde fast into the turnbuckle in Team Wonder Women’s corner.

That shone a light on what had been going in that particular area which was incendiary, controversial and explosive, words that sounded excessive but were in fact generous when compared to the exact nature of the situation. In an act that would live long in the tournament’s lore, upon the bell ring Christina Carter had vaulted the low barricade that separated the fans from the action and charged towards the ring. The first to notice had been Maia who faced up against the domineering porn actress. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She demanded of Carter. Her words were angry and defiant but she was anything but. Her eyes traveled up and down Christina’s figure, from the determined look on her face to the large breasts on her chest. Maia had seen Christina in action before and knew that were this to turn into a confrontation, a physical one, she’d be hard pressed to come out the victor. Even though it was warm under the lights, she shivered.


 
Unfazed, Christina smirked back, her eyes laughing as she surveyed the obviously intimidated Maia. “Just the woman I wanted to see.” She proclaimed. “You see those bimbos up over there?” She pointed across the arena to Crush. “They’ve been saying some very nasty things about me for the last two weeks. Do you think that’s fair?”
Maia stammered on her words. “I...I... guess not.”

Christina patted Maia on the back. “Good girl that’s the right answer.” She tossed her hair back as she began to rub her hand with a menacing softness up and down Maia’s back. “So, I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do. You are going to run along and leave the running of this corner to me. In return I won’t kick your ass off this corner and bring you with me to the afterparty.”
The ultimatum had been delivered and Maia was only too happy to accept. In an act of brazen cowardice, she nodded and scarpered off, thankful that she’d got away so lightly. The very sight of Christina Carter having left her weak at the knees was an ego boost for the porn actress that she really didn’t need.

Up in the gods, in an opulently furnished director’s box, Nina slammed her fists against the table, swearing to no one in particular that “the bitch would pay for that” She didn’t know who she meant yet. Maia or Christina. Probably both.
Back at the action, Riley had followed Tylene to the corner. She saw that Maia had abandoned her post and she beckoned her teammates up to help out as she advanced on her prey. Tylene was not simply prey though and she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. She had recovered from the shock of Riley’s fast start and was ready to counter. She sprang forwards, her shoulder slamming into Riley’s gut as she tackled her opponent to the ground, just evading the grab of Romi Rain.
As the two were caught up in a tangle, Hunter was torn. Her eyes went back and forth from the chaos inside the ring to the madness outside it. Did she go and try and talk some sense into Christina or focus on the job at hand? That decision was soon made for her as a scream from Riley stole her attention and concentrated it upon the fact that it seemed Tylene had just stabbed her fingers into Riley’s eyes. Hunter, had she seen it would have disqualified Tylene instantly but Tylene had gambled and it had payed off. Hunter could wag her finger all she liked but she’d missed it. To act now would be unwise in the extreme. That was little comfort to Riley who was yelling, “AAAAH! I can’t fucking see you cheating whore!” She was frantically scrubbing her eyes as though she was going to be able to massage the sight back into them. Christina had stopped smiling ringside as Tylene began her comeback. Now the aggressor, Tylene was not going to allow Riley a single moments rest as she took advantage of the fact that Riley’s arms were up at her face, leaving the rest of her body unprotected.

Having suffered intimately at Riley’s abuse of her breasts, Tylene was determined to demonstrate why no one should fuck with her as she delivered an elbow to Riley’s crotch, burying the point as hard as she could into the very core of Riley’s femininity. Tylene didn’t wait to listen to the scream although it would undoubtedly come, she was already moving on and up as she pushed herself up into her feet. She glared at Christina, a glare that promised that this wasn’t over. She didn’t even look as she booted her foot into Riley’s stomach. Curled into a ball on the mat, Riley had suffered the fate she’d tried so hard to avoid at the start. Tylene had her in her clutches now and it would take a miracle for Riley to survive what was to come from the furious blonde.

Realizing the peril of her current position, especially considering that Christina had shown a willingness to cheat already, Tylene reached down and took hold of Riley’s hair, dragging her across the ring, Steele’s body bouncing up and down and thudding into the canvas, Tylene having no intention of being gentle with her quarry.

Once they reached the center of the ring, Tylene let go and allowed Riley to flop back down. However, her fellow porn star felt like trying for the brave escape. Her vision had cleared up mostly and although her body hurt, she summoned her strength and placing one hand on the mat for support, she sought to will herself back to her feet.
Tylene was waiting for her when she got there. Riley gagged when a powerful arm weaved its way around her neck and snapped into place, throttling her. Seconds later and Tylene completed the maneuver and had Riley trapped in a standing rear naked choke. Slowly Riley felt her breath being squeezed from her lungs. Without Tylene’s experience of wrestling, Riley was not equipped to deal with this well at all. Her face began to redden, her arms flailed and she kicked out in all directions, praying for a lucky shot.

Tylene had faced better and she was sure to let Riley know it. “You’re fucking done now skank.” She grunted, “I’m going to send you to sleep and then I’m going to see how many fingers as I can fit in that pretty little pussy of yours.” These were statements not predictions and they were said with such venom and conviction that even Riley believed every last word.
She still fought though as she thrashed in Tylene’s vice grip. At one point both her legs were off the ground as she tried to physically throw herself out of this predicament. Tylene’s eyes lit up at that. With no base to work from, Riley was helpless. As sharp as she was sadistic, Tylene yanked up on the hold, exhibiting almost superhuman strength in lifting Riley up until Steele’s lower back was balanced precariously level with Tylene’s face. Tylene still had one arm round her throat, the other was supporting Riley’s body, cupping her butt to hold her high. Riley’s eyes went wide, her legs naturally curling into a fetal position as she hovered what felt like miles above the mat. There was a dreadful split second where time stopped and the whole arena held their collective breath. Riley’s face was a mosaic of pure terror in that moment. Tylene’s a mask of pure malevolence.

Then time began again. Tylene stepped away and allowed Riley to fall through the air. When Riley hit the ground, there was a crash, followed by a feral howl of pain. Riley writhed on the mat, her back having impacted against the ground viciously. Charlotte and Gemma winced from their corner while Christina’s face was unreadable. Tylene had a promise to fulfil though and she intended to honor it.

The cold-blooded ex wrestler assessed the situation in moments and she executed her plan to great effect. She straddled Riley. A surprisingly difficult task with the way that Riley rolled and moaned as she held her back. Once on top though, Tylene was not to be denied. She placed one hand over Riley’s mouth, avoiding the biting teeth that threatened her before she squeezed her thumb and forefinger harshly across Riley’s nose. The handsmother was locked in and Riley was helpless to resist. She bucked a little but Tylene was not going to unsettled. She’d promised to smother Riley out and she kept her promises. It didn’t take long though. Riley was done fighting this. Her pussy, her back, her stomach, they all were in various stages of agony. In her dazed mind only one thing was clear, she wanted this to end.

At the conclusion of Riley’s air supply, she stopped moving at all and Tylene graciously removed her hands. She was all business now. In their two-week break, Crush had practiced with the cumbersome Wonder Woman outfits so it took little time to strip Riley down to her birthday suit. Tylene hungrily stared at her prize when it was revealed. Riley’s pubic area, her lady parts, her cxnt. Whatever you wished to call it, polite or not, Tylene was in full control now.

Taking possession of her prize, Tylene began by rubbing the palm of her right hand over Riley’s folds. She muttered and shook her head, “A little drier than I’m used to...maybe I was too hard on her.” She then spread Riley’s lips apart with her left hand and then slid the index of her right inside, testing out Riley’s pussy properly for the first time. She smirked now and continuing to talk to herself said, “Easy enough to fix though.”  She wormed in her second finger and began to pump.
Riley was still unconscious but her body didn’t require her consciousness to know that this felt good. In her slumber, Riley moaned and her pussy was just starting to respond as Tylene forced a third digit inside. From here it was child’s play as Tylene’s fingers wiggled and thrust their way inside Riley’s now damp pussy. Tylene felt herself beginning to get quite excited in the process and had to remind herself that she was meant to be fighting again after this, banishing the temptation to slide her other hand to her crotch and push aside her impeccable and so far, unruffled white lingerie.

It was understandable that Tylene was enjoying this. A naked Riley Steele was the sort of sight that would make men and women alike weak at the knees. Even more so when she was undulating and squirming beneath an equally spectacular, although still clothed Tylene Buck.

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Riley was beginning to stir, Tylene’s attentions having their desired effect. Riley’s body called to her, bidding her to come back and experience the full glorious joy of these sensations. The fourth finger soon wriggled inside and Riley could remain asleep no longer. She whimpered as she felt her pussy being speared wide open and her eyelids flew open with it, her pupils were dilated as the arousal took hold. Tylene noticed the change and she happily announced to Riley, “Four fingers in. Shall we try for the thumb?” Riley wanted to push away but her body wouldn’t let her. It just felt too good. Her only response that came anywhere near a verbal one was a loud, long moan. Tylene decided that that meant yes as she withdrew her fingers most of the way out before she introduced her thumb to the equation. Shallow though the penetration was, Riley felt her entrance being contorted and her labia being spread wide. Tylene was happy with herself and with a grin she buried her fist up to the hilt inside Riley’s pussy.

The previous desert of a pussy had been replaced by trickles of juices that flowed out of Riley’s moist twat as Tylene started thrusting her fist inside. She built up a rhythm as she crawled up Riley’s body till they were looking eye to eye. Neither said anything. Neither needed to, although Riley moaned a lot. Everything could be said in their faces. Tylene’s face of cocky superiority and Riley’s of submissive bliss. The long gaze was held until with a shrill yell, Riley orgasmed and her resistance was broken. Hunter interceded and Tylene allowed the referee to do so.

Riley was led over to Crush’s corner where Sophie Turner waited to introduce Riley to her rivals. It didn’t take long for them to get intimately acquainted. A cuffed Riley moaned as Sophie forced her to bend over, exposing the experienced porn actress to a fate that would be both familiar and alien to her at the same time. She’d done anal before but it had never been a worldwide superstar being the one pounding her as it was now with Fergie’s strap on filling her sphincter.

Tylene had moved on from Riley now though. She’d immediately made a beeline for Wonder Women’s corner as she squared up to Christina. “Planning on screwing us over again huh?” She growled, leaning over the ropes.
Christina wasn’t to be cowed as she smirked back at Tylene. “You just watch your back from now on.” She warned, “Would be a real shame for something unfortunate to happen.”

Hunter had appeared at Tylene’s shoulder by now and she heard the not so veiled threat. “If I so much as get a hint that you’re interfering in this match, I’ll be the first to help bring you down.” She promised. “Stay the fuck out!”
Christina only laughed. The reason for which became apparent very quickly as Charlotte McKinney, the next fighter up for Wonder Women had snuck around the side of Tylene as she’d been focusing on Christina. Charlotte, who’d been humiliated in record time by Jelena Jensen last time out, had sworn to anyone who’d listened that she wasn’t going to cum for the rest of the tournament except, as she put it “When I’m grinding on some losers face after I’ve made them my bitch.” It was an arrogance that came from her performances last year when none could stand the Beauty and the Breasts (see what I did there? ????) that she had in spades.

That was set to be tested right now. Charlotte wasn’t quite as tactical as the smaller Riley had been though. She was a battering ram, a bulldozer and she only knew one way. Tylene felt the tap on her shoulder and she spun, ready to grapple, to wrestle and fight. Charlotte though wasn’t in the mood for a fight, not the conventional kind anyway. She wrapped her arms around Tylene, that much was true but as she encircled the blonde’s body, McKinney made her intentions clear as she thrust her chest forwards, bashing her breasts up against Tylene’s. Tylene wasn’t used to people challenging her boobs. For most women it was unthinkable. Charlotte was one of the few exceptions. F cups met E cups and the larger, fresher pair instantly found headway.

Tylene discovered that although adrenaline was a powerful drug, it couldn’t shield her from the fact that her breasts were sore, were bruised and were being literally crushed by Charlotte’s monster pair. Charlotte had her mojo back. She was laughing. Her teammates were giggling at the horrified look on Tylene’s face. Christina was smiling as she imagined Tylene’s tongue reluctantly stroking her pussy. On the other side of the arena, there were concerned faces. Kendra was next up for Crush and from the way that Charlotte was systematically demolishing their top fighters’ tits, Kendra’s own precious pair were in danger. Maryse was somber, realizing that she would now likely be called into action tonight too. Of course, there were also some happier faces. Fergie had once again requisitioned Kendra’s flogger from the fight against the MILFs and was currently taking great pleasure in utilizing its talents upon Riley’s scarlet butt. Sophie too was enjoying herself. She’d gotten chatting with another of the inactive Crush members and was currently in a passionate kiss with Elaine Alden, their tongues writhing in each other’s mouths as they explored each other’s bodies.

This was all immaterial to the two in the ring though. Charlotte was taunting Tylene. “Bet you were proud of your big round titties when your doctor gave them to you.” She remarked, “Bet you thought that every woman around would be jealous of your chest.” A laugh. “Well my babies are all natural and they still make you look like haven’t hit puberty yet.” Charlotte knew that breast superiority would help her pave the way for her required sexual superiority, however it never hurt to get a start in early. She leant into Tylene and before her opponent could react, she planted her lips on Tylene’s, her plump pillow lips that could take a woman’s breath away.  Tylene quivered under the onslaught. Her body helpless but to succumb to Charlotte’s soft, puckered lips.   



Never normally bashful, Tylene became passive. Her breasts were still being squashed into her chest by Charlotte’s mammoth pair but it was the kiss that had broken her spirit. Charlotte’s aura of invincibility was back and even the sadism of Tylene was helpless in its path. Charlotte realized all this, before her embarrassment last week, she’d felt a hundred women have this same reaction. Tylene was hers for the taking now.

She tilted her weight forward so rather than pushing against, she was pushing down upon Tylene, whose back buckled and cracked. Tylene collapsed down to her back. It was a fairly ungainly fall but for Charlotte it did the job. She lay atop Tylene, by a happy coincidence, landing in the exact spot she wanted, the nature of their tumble meaning that Charlotte rode up Tylene’s body and her dangling boobs landed on top of Tylene’s face, slamming the back of the conquered blonde’s head into the mat with a crack.

Unbeknownst to Charlotte, the impact broke the spell that tied Tylene to Charlotte’s will. The blow, the rattle in her skull shook Tylene and brought her back to sanity. As mentioned earlier, Tylene had a quick mind, something she never got enough credit for. Rather than struggling, she chose to remain beneath Charlotte. The busty model, believing herself to have won already had no idea that Tylene was already plotting to overturn this deficit.

As Charlotte reared up to peer down at Tylene’s pretty face one last time before she smothered the light from those eyes, Tylene spoke, her voice husky yet sweet, “You were right. Your breasts are so much better than mine. Firmer, bigger and perkier.” Tylene’s hand sneaked up to the top of Charlotte’s bustier and gently peeled the material away, revealing Charlotte’s bare breasts in all their glory. Tylene’s head lifted off the mat and her own mouth took its turn to fasten upon Charlotte, namely Charlotte’s left nipple. A quick lick across the areola, a kiss on the very nub of the nipple and another slower, circling lick around the bullseye and Tylene pulled her mouth away. “Allow me to worship your…” Her voice grew sweeter still, a honeyed tongue that promised Charlotte the time of her life, “your perfect breasts.”

Charlotte was impressed. It had taken a great deal of her self-restraint not to moan when Tylene had attended to her breast. She hesitated. Should she? What was the harm? She was in control, wasn’t she? The thoughts swirling in her mind weren’t rational ones, based off her need to win. They were based off her primal desire to relive the soft touch of Tylene’s mouth and tongue. She hesitated some more.

Tylene took matters into her own hands. She raised her head once again, this time taking the right breast to task. Her tongue massaged the flesh but the touch was so light as to ensure that Charlotte was forever wanting more. The chesty model groaned. “Soooo gooood!” Tylene informed her, “I can keep going if you like?” Another long lick. Charlotte squirmed and relinquished herself to it. “MHHHMMM! More!”

Tylene didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled McKinney’s body down, her arms coiled round the blonde’s back, she took the breasts to her mouth and set to work.

It was ego. Ego that was proving McKinney’s weakness. She adored her tits and to have them slavishly worshipped was her dream. Tylene had greater, darker things in mind though. Although for now, she was stuck under Charlotte’s body, under her breasts, that was only to be a temporary state of affairs. Charlotte needed to be built up though before she could be brought down. It was painstaking work, prepping Charlotte for the momentum swing. A little nibble at the nipple here, a love bite there. But it worked, Tylene was slowly becoming more aggressive and Charlotte was becoming used to that state of affairs. So much so that eventually, Tylene felt confident enough to do what she’d wanted since the beginning. To roll and to take the top spot.

She did so. Charlotte gasped, surprised but as Tylene’s tongue got back to work on her breast, she soon settled back into a lull, a waking sleep, to doziness and complacency. Tylene chose to continue the charade. Her lips never left Charlotte’s now saliva covered tits but her hands began to move, began to threaten lower and lower until they found a chink in the costume and slid inside, slid for Charlotte’s pussy.

Charlotte realized eventually, realized that she’d been hoodwinked. It probably had something to do with Christina’s infuriated screaming from the side, “What are you doing you big blonde bimbo? She’s fucking you moron!” An angry glare from Hunter soon put and end to that though. It was all to late though. Charlotte tried to wiggle free but Tylene’s fingers, still moist with the juices of her vanquished teammate had found a home and they wouldn’t leave until they’d sapped Charlotte dry.
It took minutes, minutes of desperate moans and squelching finger but Charlotte soon froze in place, her body paralyzed while her orgasm shook her. Hunter stepped in and proclaimed the score, “Team Crush 2, Team Wonder Women 0.”
Sophie and Elaine had spent the whole battle getting to know every inch of the others bodies but as a murmuring, confused, angry Charlotte was hauled over, Sophie grinned to her blonde partner. “Fancy sharing this one?” Elaine was only too happy to accept. Within moments, Elaine’s ass was gyrating celebratory circles atop Charlotte’s face as Sophie opened up the blonde’s legs and set to work bringing more cums from the drenched pussy.

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Kendra was beginning to relax. Tylene was a beast in the ring and from the way she was staring at Christina, she doubted that anyone would be able to get in her way for this next fall.

Gemma Atkinson was the next contender for Wonder Women. Before she went out, Christina pulled her aside, their bodies close as Christina imparted whatever advice she deemed fit. Gemma nodded and slid into the ring, getting a pat on the backside from Christina as she went. Unlike Riley and Charlotte, there was no effort to get the first blow in, Gemma sat back and warily kept her eyes on Tylene.

This forced Tylene to consider her strategy for the first time. Gemma was a genuine powerhouse, a gym bunny who could actually match her for strength. That meant that rushing in to overwhelm her was not an option. Tylene circled. Gemma matched her step for step. Tylene took a step in. Gemma took one back. Tylene wondered. She took another step forward. Gemma took another back. Tylene rushed her. Gemma backed off into the ropes. Tylene halted her charge a step away. Gemma was suddenly trapped between the ropes and Tylene. The Brit cursed as she realized.

Tylene had a devil’s grin across her face, one of unreserved lust and malevolence. Gemma’s hand went to her ass, it squeezed inside and came back out holding an object. At that point it became clear what the ass pat from Christina had actually been. Gemma held in her hand a mini finger vibrator.

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Hunter stepped between them as Tylene took a step back. Gemma was ready for the ref’s interference though, another tip from Christina. “They used a flogger against poor Julia Ann in the last match, you can’t not let me use this.” Hunter’s mouth opened to argue but then closed again. It was 3 against 1, it couldn’t hurt to avoid a confrontation when Crush were so clearly going to win anyway. She stepped away and suddenly Tylene looked uncertain. Gemma took a step forward and now it was Tylene retreating. Her eyes were fixed on the dangerous weapon that was resting silently on Gemma’s right index finger.
Tylene knew that she no had to fight and beat Gemma before she could entertain the possibility of fucking her. Either that or the vibrator had to go. She ran in and reached for Gemma’s arm. It was a clumsy grab, a tired one, the grab of a woman who’d just fought consecutive draining battles. Gemma easily snatched her arm out of reach before planting her right leg and pivoting off her left to launch a kick up between Tylene’s overbalanced, spread legs. Unlike so many other blows during the series of matches thus far, this one elicited no sound from the assaulted party. Tylene merely crumpled, her mouth wide open in shock.

Gemma was on her before she hit the floor. The British warrior knowing that she had no time to waste toying with opponents. There was no back up coming her way. She was the last of her team. She slugged a hard left fist into Tylene’s side, then another to her breasts. Tylene kicked, she thrashed but it was no use. Her body had simply given up on her. There was no fizz to her efforts to escape, no rea power behind the flailing. Gemma soon mounted Tylene proper, knees either side of her adversaries’ shoulders. She leant back and flicking on the vibrator, she tore off the long-lasting lingerie and pressed the toy to Tylene’s pussy. Between Riley and Charlotte, Tylene had become somewhat aroused already. It didn’t take long before she reacted. Gemma added the fingers of her left hand, strumming at Tylene’s engorged clitoris. Stiffening, Tylene accepted her fate bravely, not complaining or wriggling. When the time came, she shuddered and groaned. Her reaction may have been clean but her pussy was not. Her juices sprayed out across the mat as Gemma kept waggling her fingers across the clit. Hunter tapped Gemma on the shoulder. “Leave her now, you’ve won.”

Gemma got up and stood waiting for her next opponent. Hunter coughed pointedly and Gemma looked at her innocently. “The vibrator.” Hunter said bluntly, Gemma pouted but Hunter stood firm. With an exaggerated sigh, Gemma flicked the vibrator off her finger and it landed between Tylene’s heaving tits. Hunter leant down and stuffed it away, perhaps for later use on herself or some other lucky soul.

Tylene was taken to Wonder Women’s corner where waiting for her, smiling was Christina. Hunter frowned at her but handed Tylene off nonetheless. It didn’t matter how long this match lasted, Christina was determined to make it hell for Tylene. Like the conductor of an orchestra, she began to order the remaining members of Wonder Women, Abigail Ratchford, Adrianne Palicki and Romi Rain into position. None dared disobey. Christina was just in one of those moods.

When she dared think about it, Tylene realized that she shouldn’t have gone to her defeat with such open arms. This terrified her. Christina terrified her. She could hear Christina’s words, she could see what was happening, she could feel it. She was being placed onto her hands and knees, her legs were spread wide apart, her hands bound together in front of her, forcing her ass to hover invitingly in the air, her face close to the ground. Abigail was given her ass. Romi her pussy. They both began to strap up. Adrianne was given a paddle, ordered by Christina to be used whenever, wherever necessary, whenever, wherever Tylene slacked.

Christina settled herself down by her face. She brushed Tylene’s hair from her face as she placed her hand under the blonde’s chin. She stared at her victim. No mercy or pity, only contempt. “I hope you like pussy.” Christina sneered. “Because if you don’t give me the best tongue fucking of my life then I’ll make it my life’s work to make you my bitch.” Tylene nodded. She understood the stakes and her tongue extended from her mouth as Abigail and Romi’s hips blasted forward and Adrianne’s arm swished through the air.
 
Oblivious to the terror of her teammate was Kendra, now thrust into the limelight against Gemma, a Gemma who was essentially fresh too, having taken no time at all to defeat Tylene. This was a mismatch on paper. Height and weight both heavily favoured Gemma. Matches weren’t won on paper though. At least that’s what Kendra told herself…tried to tell herself.
To her credit, Kendra let on none of her internal turmoil as she came out to face down her opponent. She swaggered into the ring and blowing a kiss to the baying crowd, she waved at Gemma. “Wanna get naked?” She asked, “This is the sexfight competition after all.” Her rationale was to try and get Gemma to trib her or something, anything that may at the very least weaken her for Maryse to finish off.

It was a long shot but sometimes long shots pay off. Gemma shrugged and nodded. “Sure, but your teammate has to strip too before she faces me.” She pointed over at Maryse. Kendra was stunned but she tried to hide it. Looking wistfully at Maryse but getting head shakes in return, she wandered back over to Crush’s corner, trying to ignore the tingles she got in her crotch as she watched Fergie facefucking Charlotte McKinney with her strap on while Sophie Turner masturbated watching Elaine Alden getting eaten out by Riley Steele’s honed pornstar tongue. Maryse took her mind off that. “Are you mad?” She whined in her heavily accented English. “I can wrestle that bitch to the ground and fuck her brains out. If I am naked, then that will let her back in with a chance. No way.”

Kendra argued, “Not if I weaken her enough that it’ll be easy for you to go in and make her cum like a whore.”

Maryse was about to argue back but out of nowhere Kendra suddenly disappeared. It took Maryse a second to realize what had happened. Gemma had snuck up on Kendra while her back was turned, crawling along the ground so that Maryse wouldn’t spot her either. Then she’d lunged up from below, wrapping her arm under Kendra’s thighs from below before rolling her onto her back. If this was wrestling it would have been a textbook roll up pin. In a sexfight, it merely became an easy way for Gemma to slide the thin strip of fabric protecting Kendra’s crotch to the side and stab in two fingers inside her pussy. “Wet already!” Gemma exclaimed happily upon penetration. “Guess you liked seeing me fuck Tylene. Well wait till I’m doing it to you.” Kendra was frozen, no longer putting a brave face on things, this was her worst nightmare. Gemma had adjusted so her whole body weight was sat on Kendra’s calves. She was pinned fast. Gemma wasn’t in quite such a hurry now. She didn’t see Kendra as a threat like she had Tylene. Her two fingers circled around inside Kendra’s pussy, occasionally curling just to lightly brush or itch the pinned blonde’s vaginal walls. Kendra howled, “NOOOO! Stop!” Gemma didn’t stop, she began to pump further, diving deeper inside Kendra’s pussy. Kendra was oozing juices now. Hunter was in close attendance, waiting for the culmination of this match that was surely only seconds away.

Kendra had one last part to play though. As the inevitability of her situation set in, she found something approaching calm and began to rationalize her options. Gemma sat above her. Kendra could see little but the sight of Gemma’s bright blue costume that ensconced a peach of an ass. The sort that drew every eye in the room. It certainly drew Kendra’s eye and she began to formulate her plan.


 
In a race against her own body, Kendra’s fingers began to work at the irritation of a costume that protected all the Wonder Women from easy defeat. Kendra tried to remember how they’d trained though. There was just a little fiddling required and a few tugs and voilà. The bottom half of Gemma’s costume simply dropped, fell down her thighs and landed in a heap at her ankles. Gemma gasped. Kendra did too. The concentration on her task had been keeping her from thinking on what Gemma was doing to her pussy.

Kendra sighed and succumbed. She’d done all she could. It was up to Maryse Ouellet now to rescue them from blowing a 2-0 lead. Her pussy spasmed and her juices spurted like a geyser, spraying far and wide in defeat.

Gemma got up hurriedly and tried to yank up her bottoms. Maryse was already there though. She placed her foot between Gemma’s legs and pinned the costume to the floor. “Non” She said, French accent gaining strength from her anger “Your petite puss is mine now.” Hunter still had the job of taking Kendra over to Christina technically but this looked like it was about to all kick off and she didn’t want to give Christina any more victims anyway. She rolled Kendra out of the ring where she was quickly picked up by Lexie Marie who had been watching the show unfold silently. She shepherded her moaning teammate back to their corner and comforted her.

That allowed Hunter to focus on the real battle between Maryse and Gemma. Gemma was still entangled in her own costume, her movement limited while it rested across her ankles. Maryse knew it and she shoved Gemma hard in the chest. Gemma windmilled while she staggered, trying desperately to maintain balance. She almost looked like she was going to do it until Maryse took a step back before hurling herself into a dropkick that slammed her soles into Gemma’s ample chest.
Atkinson went down and Maryse scampered back up to her feet as she sought to put an end to this battle once and for all. Gemma was busy clutching her chest, sternum feeling as though it had caved in. Maryse, revitalized as she relived the prime of her wrestling days, leant down and yanked Gemma back to unsteady feet by the hair. She tucked Gemma’s head under one arm before executing her one of her old favorites, the affectionately named French Kiss.

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From there, Maryse bounced back, springing to her feet to the cheers from the crowd. Maryse drew a breath. Gemma was laying down, her back against the canvas but she could see from her blinking eyes and twitching legs that still the blonde wasn’t out. Maryse had no problem with that. It would only make this more satisfying. She knelt next to Gemma and mocked her, “I could fuck you with my fingers right now…shit I could fuck you with my foot if I wanted but I won’t. What I’m about to do, I do for Kendra.” With that, she shimmied out of her outfit, even taking off her bra, although that was mainly for the fans. Then she spread Gemma’s limp legs nice and wide, presenting the pearl that lay between to her. She mounted Gemma, placing her own pussy up against Atkinson’s and she began to thrust, to rotate and to grind her pelvis against Gemma. Unresponsive, Gemma couldn’t defend herself. She had to lay there and take it as Maryse’s labia smashed against her labia. Had to wait while she felt an orgasm building within her womanhood. Had to moan and suffer the humiliation of the chanting, cheering, jeering crowd as they watched her body being fucked in the middle of the ring.

She may have recovered her strength midway through, may have bee able to move, to fight and escape but her spirit was broken. Maryse had sauntered into that ring and dominated her without breaking a sweat. Gemma felt her clit grow erect with arousal before withering under the pulsating, powerful pussy that continued to batter away at her defenses. Gemma found herself losing control and with a contented moan, she finally gave up her cum, filling Maryse’s pussy with warm, sticky juices.

Hunter raised Maryse’s arm as she rose, the French Canadian taking the victory for Team Crush. Both Crush and Wonder Women finishing at a record of 1-2, leaving it all to play for in week 6 when the 2-0 Bare Back Riders face the 1-1 Blonde MILFs.

That was not all from this week however. Crush had to collect their prizes. Riley, Charlotte and Gemma they had, cuffed and ready to go. That wasn’t to be all though. This match hadn’t solely been Crush vs Wonder Women, it had also been Crush vs one particular official.

Kendra and Maryse waited with their newest playthings, having a little fun fondling Charlotte’s bosom. Meanwhile, Elaine, Lexie and Fergie were accompanied by Hunter and Sophie as they headed around the ring until they reached the corner of Team Wonder Women. Totally oblivious, Christina had spent the whole of the last segment of the match trying to break Tylene Buck. She was still doing it, having swapped places with Abigail to stuff their blonde captive with cock from behind when they arrived. She saw hem eventually though and when she did, she gulped and turned to run, walking straight into a clothesline from Maia Mitchell, who having seen the angry messages left on her phone from Nina had decided to return and salvage her reputation.

The other three members of Wonder Women were allowed to escape to fight another day while Christina was surrounded by 6 women. She looked up at them. “I guess it’s too late to say sorry?”




RESULTS:
Crush:
Wins: 1
Loss(es): 0
Orgasms Given: 3
Orgasms Received: 2
Naughty Devils records: (Tylene Buck, 2-0; Kendra Wilkinson, 0-1;  Maryse Ouellet, 1-0)

Team Wonder Women:
Win(s): 0
Loss(es): 1
Orgasms Given: 2
Orgasms Received: 3
Team Wonder Women records: (Gemma Atkinson, 2-1; Charlotte McKinney, 0-1; Riley Steele, 0-1)
« Last Edit: October 07, 2018, 06:51:21 AM by Average Joe »

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Offline Vitezislav

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Thanks for doing the story Average Joe and it is an amazing one.

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Well, that far exceeded my "standard" by quite a bit, so I'd say you not only met that goal but surpassed it.

Also, I'm so jealous that you did such a terrific job with the pictures.... I especially enjoyed seeing referee Christina Carter looking contrite. It's something she really pulls off well... must be all that practice she does!

Hope to have you working with us next year...……..I look forward to seeing more of your work.

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More Charlotte please.  I remember Tylene from way back.  Huge, incredible tits, but they got completely wrecked by Charlotte's gigantic knockers.  Her tits get bigger and bigger.  At this point, she could probably hold her own against Esther Baxter for a couple of rounds before finally being overwhelmed.

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