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September 2015

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Podcast Sexfight: Brandi vs Ross

It’s a best of five setup and Brandi starts up strong against Ross, taking his first load without breaking a sweat.  1:0. 

Ross knows he’s got to try now, or he’ll be completely drained by the talented woman.  His erection isn’t the hardest, but it’s enough to fill Brandi seemingly to to her ears.  An overstuffed cum and it’s now 1:1. 

Before she finishes her first cum, Ross guides her into another position - and within minutes she’s approaching 2:1, his favor.  

Brandi holds on, thinking it impossible that Ross could drag another cum out of her so soon, but soon, she’s cumming uncontrollably, ending the match 3:1. 

Brandi’s usual reputation as a stamina sexfighter is somewhat tarnished.  The match ends only 64 minutes from the start.  

Sep 8, 2015 26 notes
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Anybody know a simple way?

Am starting with a TEXT post and trying to add gifs, but it’s not working. Text Editor is HTML. So where’s the damn elusive plus sign? I want to mix gifs and text instead of a string of gifs and a long block of text. Interspacing these would be wonderful. Answers thoughts or insight appreciated at Satyress2005@yahoo.com. Thanks

Addendum: Problem solved. Thanks to ClaireRogueQuandry and love-girl-vs-girl for all their help. Turns out, you need to do the editing in your FIRST / PRIMARY Blog to get the little plus sign and be able to add gifs and text intersperced. Only after the elements are all in, you can turn it to a post in your secondary blog title (My first blog was eroticsensualbattle and my second was Sexfighters).
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Sep 7, 2015 18 notes
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"Kali and the Olympic Cocks" (fragment) by Valisdick

Fragment of “Kali and the Olympic Cocks” by Valisdick.


(This is a portion of a story by the writer Valisdick. He can be reached at valisdick@yandex.com. Julie did a bit of editing in the interests of presenting some of his wonderful story! Julie can be reached at Satyress2005@yahoo.com. Valisdick graciously gave permission for this to appear and this is appreciated.)


Kali and I ran short of petrol in the middle of nowhere. We arrived at a solitary farm owned by a young widow. Her horse groom was a fat, ugly man in his forties. They were extraordinarily friendly, offering us dinner and persuading us to stay overnight.

During dinner we learned the circumstances of our hosts. The owner of the farm was an extraordinary lady, beautiful and elegant. She had married a year ago with a local. Her husband started to lose weight on their honeymoon and fell into a weakened state. Within months, he was extinguished like a candle. She recovered her joy of life with her horse-groom, but they did not marry because it was too soon and he was of a lower class.

After the feast Kali and I were offered the guest room. We couldn’t fall sleep, so loud the displays of affection coming from the next-door main room. At the beginning we joked but after two hours of endless din, the feeling had switched to astonishment.

I swear when we had breakfast I had the impression they had just stopped. Kali and I looked each other over the scramble eggs. I decided to stay and investigate. We said we’d visit the main village and came back at evening. They approved of the idea.

We brought the jolly widow with us. Once the ice had been broken I slipped into the conversation the subject of the night noise, and soon we were openly discussing about manhood and love making. I mentioned my little Kali was the toughest lover I had ever had and she acknowledged the groom was the first man able to tire her enough to get sleep.

I challenged her pride and she accepted the challenge.

We fleshed out the challenge. Kali and the groom would love all night to find out who can endure the longest. If she outlasts him we would bring him with us for a few weeks, otherwise we would do the house keeping for a month, letting the couple free to just enjoy each other.

When the lady explained it to the grown man he dropped the horse ironware, wiped the sweat out his thick lips with his hairy forearm and devoured Kali with his little rat eyes. We decided to run the contest in the main bedroom, only drink allowed during the clash and looser acknowledging defeat by submission or physical disability to go on making love, which had to be agreed by both the widow and myself. When Kali rolled of his pants the widow smiled. His cock, uglier than himself, felt down close to his knees. To see all that meat spreading up was a unique show. It was lemon yellowish with tiny green veins everywhere and greasy thick hairs along the first third of its shaft.

Contorting her shapely body Kali lodged it in till she felt its head thumping her uterus. They started pumping. Kali’s nether throat grew incredible wide for a person of her size, still unable to fully lodge the giant cock in. In fact, he hammered her innards like a pile driver, grabbing her delicate body by the ankles and driving it back and forth like a handcart. Kali constricted the metal bars of the bed’s head frame and made her hips whirl like an eddy, swinging his huge thing and rubbing its head in a spiral fashion. He came, big. The injected sperm burst out the invaded nether throat, splashing us. They went on. The man released Kali’s ankles and dug his thumbs inside Kali sliding on his huge cock, to pin her clit.

I noticed her eyes blanked. She was cumming as well.

The two climaxed time after time. He handled her light body not letting it slip out of the impaling rod, twisting her like a roasting lamb. I realized, though, that Kali was wrestling with her crotch muscles, contracting them in squeezing waves that suckled all his juices out. After two hours the big body was soaked in sweat while Kali’s looked slightly fresher, shining with thin perspiration.

“I see you didn’t lie”, said the widow. “Still my man is just starting up. Your young woman can’t put up with him.”

It was quite true. By hour four, his cock didn’t show any weakness, while Kali stretched out her chin and clenched her fists, close to the limit of her endurance. Encouraged by the signs of fatigue from his bed mate, the fat man increased the pace of his hard pumping, driving Kali’s hips back and forth with his huge hands. Kali was as a plastic puppet in his control. He came again. It was at least the tenth time, yet his climax lasted more than one minute, splashing the milky spunk all around the room.

When he had finished he released Kali’s body, which felt aside and rolled on the bed.

“Is that the end?”, asked the widow. “No way”, I said standing up and approaching Kali.

“How are you doing, sis, are you ok?”

“I don’t feel my body from the belly down.”

“That’s good. You can go on so.”

“ The thing is I do feel something tore inside me. And so much blood lost… I fainted”.

“Give him another shot, his cock is getting soft”, I lied.

“That stinky can’t put you down.”

“I’m afraid he’s close to do it”, she said.

But she got up on all fours, crawled on him, grabbed his member and, gritting her tiny even teeth, stuck it inside her narrow pussy. “Remarkable fighter your young friend is, pity it is useless”, said the widow, yet a bit concerned with the impressive endurance of my girl.

They pumped for another hour. Neither of them got off. Perhaps they had released all the liquids inside their bodies already.

“I think is a draw”, said the widow.

“I don’t”, I replied, “I see your man is about to burst”.

She bite her lower lip. Kali bear hugged the now slow moving big man and rolled to put him on top. Then she pressed his hips, lifted him on the air and pulled his lower body back and forth at an increasing pace. The man’s beer belly slapped Kali’s hard flat belly like a drum roll. Kali increased the pace till the big man writhe in pain. He was sort of coming but nothing remained to be released apart from a dark drop of some thick fluid. He moaned. Kali tried to go on but his member had softened and didn’t dig in anymore. She dropped the body that smashed her, bear hugged it and squeezed furiously.

“Gimme more, bastard, I want more!”

The widow rushed to the bed and tried to release Kali’s hold. “All right, all right, you win, don’t kill him”, she said whipping Kali’s arms.

Kali pushed the beaten man out of her grasp and fainted.

That’s how she conquered her champ cock. Needless to say, I couldn’t find any other bird able to match it. Commenting about his endurance, Kali figured his fat layer covered the champion cock and probably buried its nervous terminals. “That prevented my fingers from easily making it spit”.
Regarding power, that was his specialty, if inspired the huge balls could provide enough sperm to fill the glass in a single climax. Real spitting gun machine it was. It wasn’t that good in weight lifting, but again anything could be broken on it and, if that wasn’t enough, Kali prompted a free event consisting of fastening tight a tape around its soft shaft and blow on his head to put it hard till it made the tape burst. Good fun for all our friends also. For me it was a challenge to make it submit, I could never go below three hours no matter how hard I screwed it. However I never really sexually enjoyed with its owner, being one of the ugliest men I’ve ever came across traveling all over the world.

When we got fed up of the big groom we let him go back to his jolly widow. I heard the celebration was one week long. It’s great to make people happy.  

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August 2015

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“Thanks”—Harvested a few images from the tumblr “Swedishfucking”. I’ll be captioning these later in the month. I send my best wishes to the person who does that blog. I like your images. I can say that for lots of blogs here. My best source of inspiration is frequently what is shown or written in tumblrs.
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