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By Degrees

The current champ, Marissa, has been trying to match the strength of her clenching cunt against Nate’s battering ram, but comes off second best.  

Repeatedly, every few minutes, she peaks again. 

In time, a fiercely sensual sexfighter is consumed by pleasures beyond her control.  By degrees, he wrests control, assuming the role of master while she becomes the recipient of pleasures.   

Apr 13, 2017 30 notes
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Magnus vs NeverendingThirst

Desperate to tame the untamable CoskStud18, NeverendingThirst attempts to play to her strength, sucking down his jizz until there’s nothing left.  That has worked on almost every other stud she’s met on the Sizeland app.  

What she believes are shots of cum are actually Mangnus’ precum leaks.  

The taste, the scent the sheer volume is addicting to a sexual creature like NeverEndingThirst, so as more leaks happen, she grows more anxious to swallow them all down.  It’s lust inducing intoxication for her.  

Garnering a mouthfull, a stomach full and more, she believes she’s gained an upper hand on the previously untamed man.  

And Magnus smiles as she poses for the cameras. 


She gets a complete surpise when Magnus has his first real cum.

Her stomach can hold no more.  Neverending thirst has been quenched, even in the first round.  

Her second hosedown, moments later returns her to reality.  She’s saturated all over her skin.  The next hour will be spent whith her learning that her name is a lie.  She’s no longer thirsty, she’s drowing in cum.   Her mouth, ass and pussy are all filled with more cum than she can possibly hold.    

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Sexfighting League 8 - by Shindy

John Parker Lewis was really proud of himself.  Despite being a pampered and wealthy young man, he had never really found his calling.  Private school followed by a smaller liberal arts college in the northeast and then a trust fund had insulated him from hard work.  He had never earned his own money.  He had been a womanizer since puberty and no girl, well almost no girl, had ever been able to resist him.  That “animal attraction” in addition to a “genetic gift” as he liked to call it, had led him to the sexfighting circuit.   At first the 6’2, blonde and buff young man had only fought in the Florida circuit, but he had gotten bored of dominating that league very quickly and ventured out, he first fought regionally and then started fighting in the central American circuit.  He progressed to Brazil, where he had some of his most competitive and exciting fights.  One of his opponents there, a woman named Reina, was some of the most intense and exciting sex of his life.   Voluptuous and aggressive in bed, she was the only woman, well almost the only woman, he could not completely sate in bed.  She had dominated him repeatedly in long contests and had taken him to sexual places he had only imagined.  He had fucked her in ways he never thought he could and she kept destroying him time and time again.  He would never finish his sexcapades, as he called them, until either she had quit the circuit, married him or he defeated her.  But that story is for another day.  John had been plagued since high school by one girl, now a 25 year old like himself, a woman who in high school not only resisted his masculine charm but had actually out-fucked him and then left him wanting more, never to return to him and to taunt him ever since.  

Brittany Maxwell.

John had not seen her since high school, almost 8 years ago, but today, he could not stop thinking about her.  Why was that?  Because 3 days ago, he had seen her walking down the street in West Palm in a skin tight black mini and 6 inch heels, her body as perfect as it was in high school.  He had pulled over and called out to her from his convertible Ferrari.  She had walked over, straight, jet-black hair falling to her mid back, and leaned into the car, her scoop neck top, leaving him a perfect view of her darkly tanned, olive-skinned double D chest.  He realized immediately it was intentional and as she dropped her sunglasses onto her perfect nose, perched above her perfect lips, she smiled broadly and he smiled back.  The pleasantries were exchanged and somehow, they made plans for this evening.  His enormous condo was waiting for her and when she showed up, John and his condo were ready.  The plan was to go out and hopefully make it back to the condo for redemption.  John wanted to finally dominate this girl, but she was so hot and time had only made her hotter.  He answered the door and almost passed out.  She was wearing a tight v-necked wrap-style top that plunged to her navel.  Her make up was perfect and she had jean-shorts that never got to where they were supposed to get.  Her legs looked like they went straight into her shoulders, and she was wearing 6 inch sandals that accentuated her perfect calves.  

He went to go get his car keys, his erection thankfully hidden by the jeans he wore.  He yelled to her, “Hey I was thinking of going to Butterfly, that Thai place over on 10th!”

He grabbed his keys as she replied, “I don’t think that’s a good idea…” he turned the corner from the kitchen into the foyer and almost passed out again.  She was standing there completely naked, other than her sandals, with her clothes at her side.  

“I don’t think we want to go out…” she said, walking towards him…

“okay…” he said, “I see you got a tattoo…” he continued, noting the heart she had tattooed where her pubic hair should have been.

“Glad you noticed,” she said, as she knelt down in front of him and took out his enormous cock.   In high school, she was famously known for her skill in this arena and this evening she rapidly proved that time had provided her an even greater opportunity to hone her skills.  He was throbbing in minutes after she began to work him over, and he almost lost sight of his goal tonight, as his judgment was rapidly clouded by the aphrodisiac that Brittany was selling.  The near miss though, brought him to his senses and he quickly regained control.  He removed his shirt and lifted her up, bringing her to his couch where he then went work using everything but his well-endowed gift.  His tongue brought her willingly to the precipice of explosive love, but she too, had good self-control and maintained herself.   By the time he was done though, she was well-lubricated and they left the couch for the bedroom.  Intense was an understatement as the love-making began and the two began to work each other over in ways that brought back memories of two youths in heat back in the day.   John was intense though, and goal driven, and he worked to bring Brittany to a place he had never gotten her.  He used his new found experience and skill to expertly work her in ways she had never known but somehow John felt that true dominance continued to elude him.  He worked more intensely still as the warmth of her body engulfed him and then began to squeeze his enormous cock.  She slipped her tongue into his ear and delicately tickled him in a way that he couldn’t maintain his focus.  She smelled like a perfect balance of lavender and strawberries and he realized that somehow, she was beginning to work his cock with her vaginal muscles the way she had in high school.  He began to lose control.  He pumped harder and she lost her grip and began to chirp with pleasure as he thrust.  Her big tits jiggled gently as they thrust and parried with each other.  She regained her focus as her vise-like clamp on him intensified and he struggled to regain control.  The back and forth continued for several more minutes before John realized what she had known all along:  he never had a chance.  She still owned him.

Moments later the most massive orgasm he had quite possibly ever had erupted from within him in a way he didn’t know he could.  What was worse was that she seemed to accept it in its entirety with ease and then she allowed herself to finish in a grand flourish too.  

They lay their for a long time, breathing heavy breaths of post-coital bliss, her big chest heaving, covered in sweat and their own juices as they enjoyed the warmth of their collective pleasure.

She drifted off to sleep and he started to cry.  He couldn’t believe that after all of this time, she still owned him.  He had been waiting for this day, had envisioned this day, for years, and she had still defeated him.  He fell asleep and had a fitful night of dreams, one of which provided him with the greatest idea of his lifetime.   When he woke up, it became obvious that the dream might in fact come true.   As daylight woke him from his night’s sleep, he half expected Brittany to be gone, but instead, she was sitting, naked, cross-legged on his bed, swiping through pictures on his phone.  

She turned the phone to him.

“Who’s that?” she asked….

He worked to hide his smile…  “That’s Reina.” He said, “A girl I’ve been fucking in Brazil…”

“ooooohhh….” Brittany cooed.  And he could see it right away, the jealousy and competitive natural instinct of girls arising in Brittany almost instantly…

“Is she good?” Brittany queried…

Gosh, John thought, Maybe this really could happen, maybe this will be even easier than I thought…

“What do you mean?” he feigned ignorance…  

“I mean, she’s Brazilian, and she’s hot, can she fuck?”

“Always so forthright…aren’t you?”

“Guess so,” she shrugged… “so is she?”

“Why do you care?”

“Cuz, I do.”  

“she’s good, yeah…” he said, getting up and looking for a pair of shorts.

“How good?”

“Why are you doing this?” he asked.

“ ‘Cause I am and unless you want me to ruin your reputation for a second time in your life, you’ll answer me because I owned you again last night.  Simple question is this, am I better or is she better?”

Game.  Set.  Match.  John thought.  He shrugged sheepishly.  “I don’t Brittany.  You’re both really different, and great.”

“Holy shit.  You think she’s a better lay than me.”

John almost exploded with excitement.  “I didn’t say that!”

“But you thought it and didn’t reject it!  You think she’s better!”  

“Nooo!” John replied, working to not sound convincing.

“Call her up and see if she’s around!” Brittany insisted.  

“Brittany, she lives in Brazil.”  

“John, your family and my family both have planes.  Call her up.  We can take my dad’s jet tonight.”

John didn’t know what to do.  He texted Reina, praying that this would work and it couldn’t have happened any better.  Reina didn’t need a reason to fuck another girl, Reina loved sex with anything.  John was pretty sure Reina would fuck a horse if there were no men or women around.  Brittany and John were on the plane the next day at 9 pm and were in Brazil later that night.  Reina met the plane.  The three had decided that since Reina had never been to Miami that they would meet in Brazil and fly back to Miami.  As Reina walked out from the hangar, John knew that they would never make to Miami.  Reina was fully made up, her deep olive skin tanned to perfection, she wore a zebra-print mini-dress with a halter-style top.  It could not contain her breasts, which while John didn’t know the exact size, he knew they were remarkably large.  The dress left nothing to the imagination and her heels were also built to generate staring.

To be fair, Brittany had outdone herself too, with a leopard-print dress and make up, shoes, everything to match.  The women met each other on the tarmac and John knew right away they would never make it to Miami.  He also could tell that Reina was slightly bigger than Brittany—wider hips and thicker thighs, an inch or two taller even if the shoes were not a factor and breasts that were about a half cup larger than Brittany’s maybe a little more.  Reina’s hair had much lighter brown almost auburn coloring to it.  She was definitely darker skinned than Brittany and John watched as they greeted one another and he could see that their competitive nature was rapidly overwhelming their self control as their muscles tensed and they looked each other up down…

The captain signaled John to get everyone into the cabin and they did…

Small talk ensued in the large private cabin as the plane took off and climbed to a cruising altitude.   John offered the women drinks and noted that it was a long 9 hrs.  He suggested that they may wish to take a nap.  They both declined and accepted the drink offer.  After rapidly downing a scotch neat, Reina turned to go back to her seat, at the same time, Brittany had put her drink down on the bar and as they did this, the plane banked slightly and the two women fell into one another, pressing their bodies together.

They quickly pushed back away from each other but John had seen the electricity between them and the women must have felt it because they began to exchange catty comments.  Several moments later, Reina said, “Fuck it, you puny cxnt, let’s see what you’re made of.”

Brittany feigned insult, “Oh my!  Did you just call me a cxnt?  I am happy to be puny when judged by your standards you fat-assed cow!  Let’s see who is better since John can’t decide!”  The women stepped towards each other and wrapped themselves in a passionate embrace, fueled by competition, they began an aggressive kiss as their large breasts pressed into one another and flattened against their chests.  

John smiled to himself and sat down as the two women made out with one another, their high heels making them unsteady on their feet as the plane continued to fly its course.  John watched as they could barely breathe, lipstick beginning to smear as he watched their tongues due furious battle in the moist heat of their mouths.  They began to physically struggle with one another, the tone in their arms reflecting the effort to forcibly move their foe about the cabin.  Both women instinctively placed a thigh between the other’s leg and each grabbed the other’s ass as the battle continued.  Dressed rode up, revealing that both women had chose to wear no underwear and their thighs began to get wet with their sexual juices.  The battle persisted and each fighter dug her nails into the other’s ass, leaving deep red welts on the smooth flesh of their round buttocks.  John remained enraptured by their embrace, a preamble he was sure, to what was to come.  Suddenly both fighters pitched, the result of a forcible move by Reina and Brittany lost her footing and tumbled, Reina falling on top of her.  The thud was loud but Brittany’s grunt was louder as Reina’s breasts engulfed Brittany’s smaller ones.  The two continued to struggle, now engaging in pure tribadism as they ground their bodies together.  They each worked the other’s dress up on the floor of the cabin as sweat broke out over both of them.  

As their dresses rode up to their bosom, both women, by some sort of unspoken mutual agreement, paused and separated, then removed their dresses.  Now fully naked, they re-engaged, and began to trib in earnest.  Reina moaned as her tongue explored Brittany’s mouth and Brittany gyrated beneath her opponent.  As John watched, he couldn’t help but observe that Brittany looked flushed.  Her breasts were definitely outmatched against Reina’s but it looked like Reina may have some advantage in the sexual engagement as well.  Minutes passed as the two women ground their pelvises together.  Brittany then planted both feet on the floor and thrust upwards, screaming with exertion.  It was clearly a power move and Reina countered well, wrapping her legs around around Brittany’s hips and thrusting back.  Brittany screamed again in frustration this time, but the fight went on and the two women continued to work on each other’s pussies.  John was sure Brittany’s face was flushed now, and he watched as she moaned and exploded in her first orgasm.  

In her thick Portuguese accent, Reina taunted, “That’s one for me…we know how this is going to go.”

“Fuck you…” Brittany hissed.  And the fight went on in earnest.  John couldn’t help but notice that Brittany seemed to be working harder than Reina and somehow he was enjoying it.   Reina continued to dominate, sweat beginning to break out heavily on Brittany as she orgasmed three more times before finally getting Reina to her side, where she successfully broke free and moved to a 69 position.  Fingers and tongues worked furiously as Reina finally exploded in orgasm not once but twice, but Brittany succumbed as well, in a series of three more orgasms as her powerful thighs uncontrollably wrapped and squeezed Reina’s head, nearly suffocating her.  The two broke free of one another, Brittany clearly yielding the upper hand to her Brazilian opponent.  Both women’s chests heaved massively as they gasped in deep breaths trying to catch up with their exertion.

Brittany suddenly charged at her foe and the two grappled in an empassioned morass of arms and legs as they tumbled to the floor again rolling and bucking furiously.  Reina’s pubic hair was definitely making Brittany’s pubic skin raw in addition to the dominance that Reina was enjoying sexually as well.  They gyrated again, almost in unison as Reina’s powerful buttocks clenched and released as she thrust into Brittany and elicited yelps from the powerful American woman who was rapidly losing control.  Brittany arched suddenly and screamed as a wave of multiple orgasms washed over her uncontrollably and she actually began to whimper.  Her make up was now mixing with her sweat giving her an almost zombie-like appearance as Reina continued to take the fight to her.   They had been fighting for almost an hour at this point and John had already jerked off twice.  The fight went on in earnest as Brittany gritted her teeth and continued to try to compete with the woman who had so far out gunned her at every turn.  

John came again as a massive orgasm washed over Brittany and her entire body tensed and shook as she screamed “FFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCKKKKK MEEEE! Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, my pussy, oh god…my fucking clit, my pussy is numb and I’m on fire, you bitch….”

Reina was emboldened by Brittany’s whimpering and pounded her foe more furiously.  Brittany grunted with each thrust, trying to match her opponent.   It was clear though that Reina was bigger, more sexually powerful and definitely the alpha in this battle.  Brittany was struggling and rapidly losing ground to the powerful Brazilian sex goddess.   Despite suffering miserably and losing badly, Brittany would not quit as the battle reached 90 minutes.  

It was clear that Reina was tiring as she slowed her pumping, and then suddenly with a sensual growl, Reina came, and came hard.  Brittany whimpered as the big Brazilian pounded her furiously but fatigued rapidly and suddenly Brittany planted her feet again, but this time was able to flip the fight, ending on top.  The American thrust furiously into the Brazilian’s pussy and suddenly Reina came again.  The Brazilian fought back and for several minutes they just pounded each other again, until the Brazilian came again, and again…and again.  Now it was Reina’s turn to look concerned as her body gave way to the fury of her American foe.  Brittany sat up on Reina’s crotch and gyrated furiously, pressing her palm onto Reina’s clit and sending the Brazilian into wildly frenetic bucking orgasms.  Tits were shaking massively.  Reina grabbed Brittany’s breasts as she screamed wildly and came again.  John was stunned at the turn of events as the two women now battled furiously for supremacy.  40 minutes went by of unmatched dominance by Brittany before they both wrapped each other up and began to roll around on the floor of the cabin again.  Neither would yield as their bodies, slick with sweat slid over one another, Brittany’s massive breasts outclassed flattened by Reina’s but the American still holding her own in the sexual battle.  

They wrapped up even tighter, their hair covering their faces as they rolled about and one exploded in another massive orgasm.  Given how intimately intertwined they were, John couldn’t tell which one had exploded, but he could tell immediately that one of them had quit.  Then he heard the voice, in just more than a whisper, “Enough,…..I’m done…you win…”

He couldn’t tell who it was though. Their hair was matted and their bodies were stuck together and it was only as they began to separate that he realized who had won.  It was then that he realized that while he thought he wouldn’t be rooting for either one, he had definitely been rooting for Reina.  But alas, he wasn’t totally disappointed as Brittany, perhaps achieving the sexual comeback of the century, rolled off of her defeated foe.  The American had won in the end, but not before suffering dearly at the hands of her opponent.  Reina was breathing on the floor, barely moving and now so was Brittany, but Brittany had been victorious, having rescued herself from the brink of defeat at the hands of the most powerful sexual opponent she had ever faced….

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Apr 10, 2017 37 notes
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Sexfighting League 7 - by Shindy

Kara fell into her sister’s arms, sobbing.  Her body was completely spent and the juice that had leaked from between her legs had dried on the insides of her thighs.  Her sister held her, cradling the 23 year-old’s head as her jet black hair fell over her bare shoulders, her body utterly destroyed by the fight.  "Oh Melissa,“ she sobbed, her make up running down her pretty face, "My first loss and it had to be here, and against that asshole?”

Melissa, who had trained and prepped her younger sister for the Minnesota State Sexfighting league tried to console her sister, “Sweetie, you have only been fighting one year and you made it all the way to the finals, you’ll get another shot next year…”

“You mean I definitely have no shot at the national tournament now?” Kara wailed again…

Melissa rolled her eyes above Kara’s head, “Oh honey, don’t worry about that, the selection committee will decide the wildcards later, but to be honest, maybe you should wait until next year anyway, I mean, the nationals are tough and Brian…well…”

“Well what?” Kara asked innocently…

“Well, he kind of beat you soundly…”

“He fucking destroyed me Melissa, I mean, I couldn’t breathe from the second he got inside of me…forget cumming, I couldn’t feel my pussy.  I almost passed out. I know we practiced, but I think he must have grown since, well, you know…”

And Melissa knew.  She had been the top ranked sex fighter in Minnesota having won the state championship and going to the final 16 in the national tournament twice until Brian Mashburn had come onto the scene.  They fought 4 times in Melissa’s career and he had won.  Every time.  She could never manage him and so when her sister started sexfighting and she was naturally good at it, Melissa thought that she might be able to take him, especially with her as a coach.  Alas that would not be the case this year.

“Melissa, I want to see the tape…”

“Now?” Melissa asked.

“Let me put on my robe…”  Melissa watched as her sister walked gingerly over to the closet and she felt guilty.  She realized that her sister was just not ready to fight at the level of the Brian Mashburn’s of the world.  She cued the tape for her sister and she to watch though…

Kara came back wrapped in a pink robe and watched as her likeness entered the room on the TV screen, totally naked, her heavily tattooed back and hourglass figure looking magnificent as she lay down on the bed waiting for her opponent to enter the room and mount her, the draw for the match (Minnesota had a one position draw) being missionary style.  Then in walked Brian Washburn, his long dirty blonde hair hanging loosely to his shoulders, his well-built frame looking remarkably attractive as always.  He was fully erect and immediately, Kara could see her face react to the sheer girth of his remarkably thick cock.  She knew he was thick, but he looked so much larger in person, but Kara did what she had trained to do, and widened her hips as much as possible and he entered her swiftly and she screamed uncontrollably, “HOLY SHIT!!!” and he thrust violently and she yelped and convulsed in response.  Her big C cup tits shook violently and she was sure she felt her entire body crack as his cock tore her asunder.  He thrust again and she was sure he was going to see the tip of his own dick in the back of her throat.  She tried to breathe and relax but couldn’t catch her breath.  He thrust again and she moaned and her eyes rolled back into her head…

He arched backwards and grabbed her nipples and tweaked as he thrust deeper into her and she was no sure she was bleeding, he had ripped her vagina–she was sure of it as pain seared through her body and she came violently, only 1 minute and 12 seconds into the match and then he thrust again, in a series of three pumps and she almost threw up, but spittle dripped from the corner of her mouth as her head lolled to one side.  Watching the fight, Kara knew that this was the point that she tried to fuck him back but her body didn’t respond.   Instead, she got punished with three more pumps and then as she was about to cum again and cry for real, he took his cock out and shoved it into her mouth…she had sucked a lot of cock in her day but couldn’t get his entire cock in and started to gag, spittle again dripping down her cheeks as her eyes rolled up again and she became diffusely sweaty.  She gagged aggressively and desperately tried to take him in but he grabbed her hair and skull-fucked her until she couldn’t breathe and then he pulled out and sprayed her face with a huge explosion of cum as he returned to her mutilated pussy which was gaping open and slammed into her again.  She arched her back in agony and wailed wildly as punished her brutally with his big dick and Kara watched herself get brutalized on the screen after suffering it once already… He pumped several more times as her body convulsed and then went limp.  After 9 minutes she was utterly destroyed.  She didn’t even move as he pulled out, victorious from a TKO… In the bedroom, Kara started to cry again…

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Apr 9, 2017 22 notes
Sexfighting League 6 - by Shindy

Yasmin sat in her hotel room.  She was a voluptuous woman of Iranian descent with olive skin and coal black eyes.   She was covered in sweat having just had passionate sex with her date, a man that she had just gone out with once before.  In truth, Yasmin was sure she was a nymphomaniac, for as long as she remembered she had always been in sexual overdrive.  It continued to be a part of her life in which she was never sated.  A little over a year ago, she had started competing in the New York state sexfighting circuit and while she quickly learned that it was a good way for her fulfill her carnal needs, she was not especially good–she came too frequently and as a result lost many of her fights. New York did not have a stamina circuit and so she had not experienced that type of fighting, but she had recently received an email introduction to compete in the Ohio state stamina circuit and had decided it would be something of interest.  She would be flying to Cleveland in the morning for her first match in that league.

For the evening however, she woke the man again, and took him deeply as her wide hips and generous bosom accepted his muscular frame.  By morning, he was spent, completely exhausted and unable to get out of bed.  Despite being only 24, Yasmin had inherited a large fortune and had no problem leaving the man, with the suite paid for, as she left for her flight to Cleveland.  12 hours later she was in the fighting room, standing naked across from an attractive young man with dark hair and a small frame, with a disproportionately large phallus.  As she saw him, she felt herself moisten just below the narrow triangle of pubic hair that she kept neatly trimmed.  Her tattoos were mostly on her back but there was an ornate decoration around her navel that drew the young man’s attention.  The buzzer sounded and suddenly the two combatants were engaged in a passionate embrace and he had plunged deep inside of her welcoming warmth and voluptuous breasts.  The rhythm was quick to follow and Yasmin came very quickly after they began having intercourse.  After several more minutes, the rhythm increased more and they began to sweat.  Their body fluids intermingled and their limbs intertwined.  The friction between their bodies generated heat beyond that of just their sexual passion and they continued to thrust and parry with one another.   He rolled her onto her belly and penetrated her first from behind and she pumped furiously back at him.  He felt an intense warmth start to engulf his penis and he bucked in response, a jerk in his rhythm.  Then she squeezed with her powerful vaginal muscles and he groaned.  She worked him while barley moving her body, using only her vaginal muscles to bring him to come.  It was something that she liked to do when having sex for personal pleasure–work a man intensely with just her pussy.  He exploded in her and groaned as they continued to fuck intensely.  She squeezed tighter and he yelped, then said “Oh my god what the fuck are you doing to my cock?”  She smiled to herself as he continued to pump her from behind and she saw that the clock had reached the two hour mark.  He reached around her and grabbed her big breasts roughly and tweaked her nipples.  She realized she liked it and squeezed his cock harder.  He screamed, “Fuuuuuccckkk” and pulled out, taking the two minute break he was permitted looking at his withering cock.  She laid on her chest, ass up and waited patiently.  He was whimpering as he tried to massage his dick back into fighting status.  

“What the fuck,” he asked, “What did you do to my cock?”

She smiled, “I squeezed it a little, you wimp…now come fuck me like you mean it…”  and she shook her hips at him.  He got hot his knees and spread her ass cheeks.

“I’m gonna fuck you, you slut, you’ll beg me for mercy…” and he plunged his shrunken cock, now hard, into her ass and she groaned.  They began to fuck hard now, her excited, him a little angry.  He pulled her hair and groped at her big chest.  She gyrated on him.  She realized she was loving his effort and the sex, but she dismounted and turned to face him, she plunged her tongue into his mouth as she whispered, “Stick it back in you weak excuse for a man…” he drove into her ass again and she gasped as they continued to fuck.  She couldn’t squeeze his cock the same way with her ass, but he came again nonetheless and their passionate contest reached the three hour mark.  Her sweaty breasts lubricated their embrace and he pulled out of her ass and entered her vagina again.  She gyrated on his cock and began to crush him again.  He whimpered and grunted with exertion as the heat of passion and her crushing strength overwhelmed his cock.  He had fought many times but never a woman like this.  He grunted and moaned, “I give, I give, you win…”  and he fell backwards.

She had won.  She thought she might like stamina fighting…This could be something she could get used to….

Apr 9, 2017 11 notes
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Sexfighting League 6 - by Shindy

Yasmin sat in her hotel room.  She was a voluptuous woman of Iranian descent with olive skin and coal black eyes.   She was covered in sweat having just had passionate sex with her date, a man that she had just gone out with once before.  In truth, Yasmin was sure she was a nymphomaniac, for as long as she remembered she had always been in sexual overdrive.  It continued to be a part of her life in which she was never sated.  A little over a year ago, she had started competing in the New York state sexfighting circuit and while she quickly learned that it was a good way for her fulfill her carnal needs, she was not especially good–she came too frequently and as a result lost many of her fights. New York did not have a stamina circuit and so she had not experienced that type of fighting, but she had recently received an email introduction to compete in the Ohio state stamina circuit and had decided it would be something of interest.  She would be flying to Cleveland in the morning for her first match in that league.

For the evening however, she woke the man again, and took him deeply as her wide hips and generous bosom accepted his muscular frame.  By morning, he was spent, completely exhausted and unable to get out of bed.  Despite being only 24, Yasmin had inherited a large fortune and had no problem leaving the man, with the suite paid for, as she left for her flight to Cleveland.  12 hours later she was in the fighting room, standing naked across from an attractive young man with dark hair and a small frame, with a disproportionately large phallus.  As she saw him, she felt herself moisten just below the narrow triangle of pubic hair that she kept neatly trimmed.  Her tattoos were mostly on her back but there was an ornate decoration around her navel that drew the young man’s attention.  The buzzer sounded and suddenly the two combatants were engaged in a passionate embrace and he had plunged deep inside of her welcoming warmth and voluptuous breasts.  The rhythm was quick to follow and Yasmin came very quickly after they began having intercourse.  After several more minutes, the rhythm increased more and they began to sweat.  Their body fluids intermingled and their limbs intertwined.  The friction between their bodies generated heat beyond that of just their sexual passion and they continued to thrust and parry with one another.   He rolled her onto her belly and penetrated her first from behind and she pumped furiously back at him.  He felt an intense warmth start to engulf his penis and he bucked in response, a jerk in his rhythm.  Then she squeezed with her powerful vaginal muscles and he groaned.  She worked him while barley moving her body, using only her vaginal muscles to bring him to come.  It was something that she liked to do when having sex for personal pleasure–work a man intensely with just her pussy.  He exploded in her and groaned as they continued to fuck intensely.  She squeezed tighter and he yelped, then said “Oh my god what the fuck are you doing to my cock?”  She smiled to herself as he continued to pump her from behind and she saw that the clock had reached the two hour mark.  He reached around her and grabbed her big breasts roughly and tweaked her nipples.  She realized she liked it and squeezed his cock harder.  He screamed, “Fuuuuuccckkk” and pulled out, taking the two minute break he was permitted looking at his withering cock.  She laid on her chest, ass up and waited patiently.  He was whimpering as he tried to massage his dick back into fighting status.  

“What the fuck,” he asked, “What did you do to my cock?”

She smiled, “I squeezed it a little, you wimp…now come fuck me like you mean it…”  and she shook her hips at him.  He got hot his knees and spread her ass cheeks.

“I’m gonna fuck you, you slut, you’ll beg me for mercy…” and he plunged his shrunken cock, now hard, into her ass and she groaned.  They began to fuck hard now, her excited, him a little angry.  He pulled her hair and groped at her big chest.  She gyrated on him.  She realized she was loving his effort and the sex, but she dismounted and turned to face him, she plunged her tongue into his mouth as she whispered, “Stick it back in you weak excuse for a man…” he drove into her ass again and she gasped as they continued to fuck.  She couldn’t squeeze his cock the same way with her ass, but he came again nonetheless and their passionate contest reached the three hour mark.  Her sweaty breasts lubricated their embrace and he pulled out of her ass and entered her vagina again.  She gyrated on his cock and began to crush him again.  He whimpered and grunted with exertion as the heat of passion and her crushing strength overwhelmed his cock.  He had fought many times but never a woman like this.  He grunted and moaned, “I give, I give, you win…”  and he fell backwards.

She had won.  She thought she might like stamina fighting…This could be something she could get used to….

Apr 8, 2017 11 notes
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