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Apr 23, 2017 46 notes
#Sexfighters #Julie #SexfightIsland #Claire #ClaireRogue #ClaireRogueQuandry
Apr 22, 2017 39 notes
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#Sexfighters #Sizeland
Apr 21, 2017 65 notes
#Sexfighters #SexfightIsland #Archie #Kitty
Apr 21, 2017 27 notes
#Sexfighters #SexfightIsland #Knockoutgirl
Apr 20, 2017 347 notes
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Apr 19, 2017 40 notes
#Sexfighters #Nicole #SexfightIsland
Apr 19, 2017 52 notes
#Sexfighters #Adonis #Venus
Apr 18, 2017 76 notes
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#Sexfighters #CockVsTits
Apr 17, 2017 258 notes
Apr 17, 2017 3,700 notes
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Apr 15, 2017 20 notes
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Apr 15, 2017 18,831 notes
#sexfighters #spirit
Apr 14, 2017 119 notes
#Sexfighters #Champ_Vs_Challenger #Sexfighter #Sexfighting
Apr 14, 2017 1,865 notes
Apr 13, 2017 77 notes
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.    

Apr 12, 2017 16 notes
#Sexfighters #Sizeland #Magnus
Apr 12, 2017 155 notes
Apr 11, 2017 49 notes
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….

Apr 11, 2017 38 notes
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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…

Apr 10, 2017 17 notes
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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….

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Sexfighting League 5 - by Shindy

Julie watched the fight on the monitor.  She enjoyed good sex as much as, no actually more than, the next person and had been competing in the sexfighting circuit for over 8 years.  Tonight was not about her fighting though–she was a Class A fighter but was actually a competitor in the stamina division as to the fight that was going on tonight which was a “short course” fight.  The difference between the two divisions was that the Stamina division was based on longer, sensual fights where quantity of orgasms were less significant than pure intense sexual drive.  It was rhythm and flow whereas Short course fights were aggressive, intense, multi-orgasm fights that rarely lasted more than 3 hrs they were based on a first to reach number of orgasms whereas stamina fights were purely submission and number of orgasms were not used for scoring.  Stamina fights could last 24 hours sometimes.  In one rare record-setting instance the national championship in the stamina division had last two days and seven hours.  That was in 1983 though and both fighters were using cocaine, a practice long since abolished.  

Tonight though, Julie watched the Southwest regional championship from the privacy of her own bedroom, using her own toys to “engage” in the fight herself.  She was particularly interested in this fight because her dear friend and former lover Tim Patterson was in the regional championship for the 4th year in a row.  He had won the regionals for the past 2 years and was a strong favorite.  His opponent this year was a woman named Heather Baxter.  Heather was the Texas state champion, age 27 and was somewhat unique in the sexfighting circuit in that she had competed successfully in both the intergender and single gender leagues.  She had recently destroyed the former southwest single gender women’s champion, Lucia Paredes, in a 6-0 shut out.  The blonde was 5’ 1, with DD cup implants and a tight body.  She only weighed 103 lbs.  In contrast, Tim hailed from Arizona and was 5'11, strapping physically with light brown hair and a chiseled jaw line.  He was incredibly well-endowed and had a seductive air about him.  He was 27-0 this year and was an overwhelming favorite in this best of 9 fight.  

The lights came on in the fighting room as Julie massaged herself seeing her beautiful friend enter the room completely naked.  She couldn’t help but be impressed by the petite, cheerleader-type blonde that entered across the room from him, her pin-straight almost white-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders to her mid back, where a small tattoo was nestled right above a perfect, heart-shaped ass.

The fight had been drawn as a female superior, 69, missionary, doggy, then free, cycle and so Tim laid down on his back, his huge cock throbbing for the world to see as the blonde mounted him to start the fight. The fighting room was mic’d up and so Julie was able to hear Heather purr as she mounted him, right before she took him inside, “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, Timmy”  and she slid down onto his entire shift moaning with pleasure as she took him in.  To much of the viewers surprise and especially to Julie’s, Tim responded immediately to his opponent’s mount with a simple, “Oh my god, what the fuck…” and then the fight began.  

The first four minutes was wild.  Heather gyrated and bucked as Tim tried to keep up with the wild Texan. She flung her head back and sat bolt upright on him, putting his hands on her big tits and pumping furiously.  She used her thighs to keep him tight and her powerful buttocks clenched and released as she gyrated.  She was a screamer and kept screaming at him to fuck her like a man, pound her so she knew he was there.  Julie stopped taking care of herself and sat upright, riveted to the monitor–this was a man who was so big, he had made her cry the first time they had sex.

Heather punished her opponent with a fury like none he had experienced before and in 4 minutes he had come for the first time.  She literally hopped off of him, gloating as if barely breaking a sweat.  1-0 Heather Baxter.

The next round would be different, Julie thought to herself.  There is no way a woman that small can take all of Tim’s cock in her mouth and Tim was great with his tongue and fingers.  He would work her into a frenzy for sure.  The two positioned themselves on the bed with her on top in a 69 position.  While it was hard to tell, Julie thought Tim looked a little rattled.  The cameras adjust and the screen went into split screen so viewers could see both ends of the fight.  As the camera focused on the Texan’s face, Julie couldn’t help but notice that she was strikingly beautiful, with high cheekbones, bright blue eyes and full, round lips.  The fight began and Heather did nothing except close her eyes and smile in pleasure.  Tim’s enormous cock was throbbing in front of her.  In contrast, Tim was “doing his thing” as his fingers gently probed and explored but his tongue also flickered around her clit and in and out of her vagina.  Her hips seemed to twitch and as he worked her, she clearly enjoyed what he was doing.  After a few seconds, she began to tongue his shaft.  Then she danced around the tip of his penis and he involuntarily raised his hips.  "Holy Shit" thought Julie, “what the hell is happening?” The next thing that happened stunned the entire viewing audience, but Heather took Tim’s entire cock into her mouth without gagging.  She didn’t keep it in long but it was clear that Tim was unbelievably pleasure by it as the two went to work stimulating one another.  Heather’s head bobbed up and down as she licked, sucked and inhaled Tim’s shaft and Tim worked methodically on her pussy.  The battle wore on as sweat broke out on both fighters and Heater frequently paused to gasp or chirp in pleasure.  After several minutes Tim turned some attention to the blonde’s ass and as his finger plumbed the depths of her ass, the blonde shuddered and arched her back moaning, clearly on the brink of an explosive orgasm, but to the audience’s surprise, she was able to suppress it and go back to work furiously on Tim’s cock. Moments later the blonde arched again and screamed in pleasure and the crowd saw the inevitable.  She put her hands on his hips for support as she sat on his face and gyrated, her eyes closing seductively as she moaned “Oh, god…” her big implants were covered in a sheen of sweat, but she didn’t come and she regained her composure and went back to work on Tim’s cock, head bobbing in a rapid and powerful rhythm and moment’s later Tim roared to life, exploding inside of her as she took in every drop he unloaded on her, never gagging once despite his powerful thrusting.  Wiping her mouth as she sat up, she the screamed, bucking wildly and gyrating, her big breasts undulating with the movement of her body.  Her hands shot up to her head as she ran her fingers through her hair.  "Oh god, yes, that feels sooooooo good…“ she purred as she exploded in an intense orgasm on Tim’s face.  Despite the fact that he was no longer shut out, Tim was clearly frustrated that he had come before her here too…

Both fighters regrouped and prepared for the third round.  Julie watched with even greater intensity now as missionary was clearly Tim’s best position.  Despite being uninvolved, she realized that she was drenched between her legs and began pleasuring herself again as her friend mounted the petite but busty blonde.  The woman wrapped her arms and legs around the big man and arched pleasurably as he entered her.  He began to rhythmically pump and thrust, his buttocks and back muscles rippling with exertion as he did so.  His opponent’s face contorted with pleasant discomfort with each thrust of his enormous cock that was punctuated by a high-pitched chirp after each thrust.  She was not a passive player though and she worked him as much as he worked her.  10 minutes passed and neither fighter showed signs of yielding…20 minutes and both were drenched in sweat now and her eyes were clearly rolling back in her head as he clenched his jaw trying to keep up the pressure.  They worked each other intensely as they moved together powerfully fucking.  Tim could not feel his cock at some points, the heat and muscular squeeze from her dominant pussy playing tricks on his mind.  28 minutes and he grabbed her ass, pulling her closer and she pushed his hand away.  It was subtle but he noticed it and he was an excellent fighter after all.  He was starting to lose his cool though and wasn’t sure he could hold on long enough to do what he needed to do.  He sat up and grabbed her hips and she sat up with him, though at first she stayed on her back and let her body work his cock.  As they sat up together, she pressed her big tits into his face and he almost exploded again right there.  They worked each other furiously as he moved his hands about her hips and buttocks.  She clearly tried to push him away but he wouldn’t let her.  Their sweaty bodies pumped furiously across each other as their muscles rippled and time passed the 30 minute mark.  Tim then made his move, plunging a finger into her tight asshole.  She threw her head back and her eyes were glazed.  She screamed in passion and pleasure and bucked wildly, almost uncontrollably–so much so that Tim exploded for the third time emptying inside of her as she exploded herself in a multi-orgasm event that saw her come repeatedly until she fell off of him, gasping for air, eyes glazed, covered in sweat and sexual juice, moaning.   She was dazed and her body was twitching.  She cupped her breasts as she tried to recover, and she massaged her pussy.  She was rocking a little on her back as she brought her knees to her chest. 34 minutes and Tim was exhausted too.  He was frustrated that he had succumbed again but he was hopeful that he had made up a little ground since he could tell she had multiple orgasms.  He looked at the scoreboard and couldn’t believe his eyes.  She had come 4 times in that explosive event.  

4 times.  

The scoreboard read 3-5.  It was over.  He had won.



At home Julie exploded in a self-induced orgasm.  She hadn’t realized that she was entranced by the fight that she had nearly her entire hand inside as she pushed her thumb down onto her clit and completed her own victory…she was excited for her own upcoming fights….

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Sexfighting League 4 - by Shindy

It was the european union championships, in the Alsace region of France.  The finals were upon them, 2015.  A then-unknown immigrant from Nigeria, Asinkaya Abedande had destroyed her side of the bracket, having defeated every opponent with an aggressive sexual approach that had left two men literally crying.  Having started in the round of 128 ranked at 120, the woman had shocked the tournament and had defeated her semifinal opponent, a 3-time prior EU champion and well-respected German fighter, Henrik Dunn, in the shortest fight in EU history, eliciting a verbal submission 6 minutes and 37 seconds into the match.  

Strikingly gorgeous, she had visually captivated many of her opponents.  She was tall, at least for a woman, at 5’ 10 and thin, with small breasts and a beautiful, toned body.  Her long legs had allowed her to cling to opponents in many situations.  Despite being only 22 years old, she had clearly had considerable familiarity with intercourse.  Her opponent in the finals was Sean McEninny, an Irish fighter who had won the championships the prior 2 years and had done exceptionally well in this tournament as well.  Light blonde hair and light skin made for a stark contrast in tonight’s fight, and despite the young Nigerian’s success, McEninny remained the favorite, with odds giving him a 10:1 favorite over the gorgeous woman.

The fight lasted 4 hours and 12 minutes.  There were only 4 orgasms in the entire time.  In the end, she had to be carried out of the fight room, shaking and sobbing, his enormous cock having punished her continuously over that time.  He was raw and damaged on the bed, and also had to be carried out.  His cock had suffered severely from her powerful pussy and he had ultimately not been able to best her.  In fact, she had only come once despite the fact that he was enormous, more experienced, and extremely powerful.  She had wrapped herself around him and had done things with her pussy that he had never experienced previously.  She worked him to a frenzy and down again repeatedly until he collapsed under her onslaught and was defeated.  She was the new EU champion, a virtual unknown.

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Sexfighting League 3 - by Shindy

The crowd was roaring.  It was the first time in 4 months that a heavyweight national title match was at hand.  It was the longest stretch in history and that was mostly because opponents had come to fear the title holder of the mixed match heavyweight champions, Theresa Lindell.  At 5'10" 137 lbs, 38DD, the blonde was a spitting image of Anna Nicole Smith in her prime.  At age 34, she had held the title longer than any other person in history, going on 8 years.  At the age of 26 she had defeated another dominant sex fighter, Jim Dominic, aka the Monster of Manitoba.  Since her victory, Lindell had come to be known as the Canadian Queen.  While she had an unblemished record in Canada, having won 93 matches, she had not enjoyed quite the same success in International Rules Sexfighting.  She had a respectable international record of 24-9, having made it to the finals of the International Tournaments twice but losing soundly both times.  Given her lack of success in the international arena, and one particularly brutal bout, The Canadian Queen had decided to stick with in-country bouts and had dominated the scene.  She had contemplated retirement twice, but her sex addiction had gotten the better of her and she could never get to the point of truly retiring.

Her opponent tonight was a 28 year old heavyweight named Christian Parker.  He was 6'4 and 223 lbs.  He was ripped in ways that Theresa had only dreamed and he was hung like a bull moose to use the old proverb.  He had amassed an impressive record of 23-0 at this point and impressively had only given up 4 orgasms in his entire professional career.  Theresa had watched his last fight and knew that he would be a formidable opponent, but she had outfucked larger and more powerful men in her career.  She was in excellent shape and was ready for this match.  The two met in the fighting room and exchanged pleasantries.  As with all championship matches the first “round” would be limited to a maximum of two hours or one absolute submission.  Theresa got onto all fours and Christian mounted her from behind.  The crowd roared as the two began their battle.  Furiously the young challenger pumped deep into the champion’s pussy and she pumped and bucked wildly back at him, pounding him with her hips and generous buttocks.  Her big breasts shook wildly as they hung beneath her and the two became covered in sweat.  

The back and forth exchange was intense and neither fighter yielded in their assault on the other.  The 2 hr mark came and the round was completed.  The scoring table showed one of the highest scoring matches in history, with young challenger having made an impressive showing.  Interestingly, he had cum 6 times in the two hours–more times than he had over his entire career and the champion had suffered her worst single round loss in her career having exploded in orgasmic fury 17 times in just the two hours.  The two fighters separate from one another, covered in sweat and other bodily fluids and the crowd was stunned to see Theresa Lindell broken-appearing and spent.  She rolled off the bed and as she attempted to gain her feet, her legs collapsed beneath her and she caught herself on the edge of the bed.  The crowd gasped as the powerful champion struggled to regain her composure and a bedside ref came to assess her.  As the crowd focused on the battered blonde, the young stud rolled off the bed and also fell to the ground, spent.  He was quick to his feet though, with some effort but he was able to reach his corner with some help of bedside furniture to support him.  

Meanwhile, the referee was frantically assessing the champion, who still appeared dazed and had been unable to support herself entirely.  Seated on her corner stool now, the champion had a dazed look and quickly iced her battered pussy.  The buzzer rang for the 30 second notice and the champion got to her feet, still unsteady.  The knock signaling 10 seconds and the need to get out to bed came but she didn’t move.  She was oddly dazed.  After a second she took a step forward and her legs gave way again.  The bedside ref came out again and began speaking to her in earnest.  Christian waited for her on his back on the bed.  Theresa spoke frantically back to the ref and shook her head.  She forced herself to her feet and made it to the bed.  She mounted the young stud and easily took his entire cock deep within her as the second round began.  There was no time limit on this round, it was a submit and quit round now and the two fighters went to work on each other.   The crowd watched as the champion demonstrated why she had been such dominant force in the league:  despite being utterly spent, she had pressed her body into her foe and had engulfed him–her body sapped of its natural juices so that his cock was destroying her raw pussy.  Nevertheless she pumped and gyrated furiously ultimately bringing him to orgasm twice in the first seven minutes of the second round.  Sadly for her, he retaliated, thrusting into her until she had a continuous string of 4 orgasms herself.   He was able to flip her into missionary position.  The two fucked wildly as the battle continued–the stunning blonde trying to regain her dominant position but to no avail.  She came repeatedly.  He fucked her brutally and slipped a finger into her asshole eliciting a scream of wild excitement. He racked up the points, 14, 15, 16 orgasms as she no longer had control of her body, though despite being completely dominated she still brought him to orgasm 5 more times.  He had cum 13 times in this match and she had reached a total of 39 orgasms–unable to defend herself at all.  Her body had given everything it had and she was breaking at the hands of the young challenger.  As he felt her beginning to crumble, he arched his back away from her and took his thumb, pressing it firmly onto her throbbing clit and she wailed in an explosive 40th orgasm, “OHHHHH MY GOD I’M DONE!” she screamed as she thrashed wildly and he penetrated her deeper than she had felt in her career.  "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH  I GIVE, PLEASE I GIVE!!“  He raised his arms in triumph and leapt off of the former champion–a shell of a woman, spent, broken and feeble on the bed.  She curled in a  fetal position, rocking on her side….a new champion was crowned….

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Sexfighting League 2 - by Shindy

Alessia stared at the screen, as she sat naked, cross-legged on her floor.  The invite for the rematch offered her twice her normal purse.  It had only been 3 weeks, and she had barely gotten over her devastation at the loss.   She stood up and looked at her magnificent body in the mirror, dark brown hair, perfect round D cup breasts, tight muscled buttocks and legs, her olive skin without a single tan-line.  Multiple tattoos revealed her wild nature as she turned to face the mirror full frontal.  A narrow strip of brown pubic hair was noticeable amongst the decorative art on her hard body.  She looked out the open window at the Grand Canal and decided she would accept the rematch.  As a 29 year old she was in the heart of her competitive years and the fact that she had lost to an opponent ten years younger than her and with only seven fights under his belt was not going to put her into retirement.  She was a two-time European champion and while she had not made it past the playoffs last year, she was determined to regain her title this year.  She clicked the accept button on the invite and began planning her prep for the fight the following week….

As she walked into the circular bedroom and observed the fight cameras, she couldn’t help but notice how quickly the days had sped by once she had accepted the fight.   She was wearing a curve-hugging sleeve of a dress and 6 inch heels, she was heavily perfumed and made up and as he walked in, she couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous the 19-year old stud was.   He was just over six feet tall and was wearing a t-shirt that almost seemed painted on to his muscular torso.  Despite his height, in her heels she stood eye to eye with him.  He smiled at her and nodded, “Alessia” he said.

“Roberto,” she purred and brushed seductively past him.

They stripped and were on the bed moments later, the heat of the room producing a light sheen of sweat on both of their bodies.  Once again it would be a five orgasm fight–as was the last battle.  Alessia wasn’t sure if she could last 11 hours again, only to lose in the fifth fall, but she was going to do everything she could not to let it get that far anyway.  They had drawn the cards for the order of the fight and she was pleased that 69 would be first.  The second two falls would be challenging for her, doggy and missionary, and so if the first had also been a challenging position she would have worried that she wouldn’t have had a chance.  The big problem was that the cards that they had pulled did not have a titfuck in it which would have been her greatest advantage so she was going to have to make the most of the reverse cowgirl and the cowgirl if she were guaranteed a win.

They climbed into position on the bed, Roberto lying beneath her as she grabbed his cock and position her pussy over his mouth.  The buzzer sounded and she purred as his tongue darted inside of her.  She plunged his entire cock deep into her mouth and consumed the young man easily.  She stroked him with her powerful jaw and tongue while fondling his balls.  She became soaked as he probed her with his finger and caressed her with his tongue.  This was one of her best skills though and she felt his body begin to tremble only a few moments into the battle.  She worked his cock with a rhythm like he had never experience and in 2 minutes and 14 seconds he exploded in her mouth and she drank him fully, sucking him dry.  She dismounted and smirked victoriously at him.

“What the fuck?” he said, rolling to his side, stunned.  The buzzer signaled for the next position, doggy, and she got on all fours.  He was a physical fighter, but so was she and so as he grabbed her hips roughly, she gyrated a bit and bucked intentionally.  The buzzer sounded again and she felt the tip of his cock probe around her vaginal lips.  She smiled again and aggressively slammed her pussy all the way down onto his cock…he thrust back and she bucked but then she went to work pumping furiously backwards at a pace he could barely keep up with.  Both fighters broke into an intense sweat and her big tits shook beneath her as they hung below her chest.  The young man grunted as he thrust his hips at the aggressive woman in front of him.  She gyrated to make it harder for him to control himself and then she crushed his penis.  She squeezed with all of her strength–so much exertion that she herself yelped and then he moaned.  He had never felt his cock so intensely squeezed as the bitch beneath him was doing.  He tried to break free of her hold on him, but he had no control.  She worked his cock over with a skill he had yet to experience in his short career and she was doing it barely moving her body.  Four more minutes as they battled and he exploded again.  

His confidence was more deflated than his cock.  She got up from the bed smiling broadly.  She toweled off and climbed back on to the bed.  She was keenly aware that he had become remarkably unsure but she also astutely knew that the next position was a position that strongly favored him.  In her strategy, she honestly expected that they would be even at this point, so being up 2-0 was quite pleasing to her as she watched him lay on his back.  "Not so confident anymore, are you little boy?“ she taunted, trying to get inside his head.  

"You wait, bitch… I will break you this round like a fucked you silly in our last match, you overconfident hag.”  She smiled and lay down on the bed, spreading her legs.  "I’m ready to see what you’re made of, you little piece of shit…“

He mounted her forcefully and she moaned uncontrollably.  His powerful torso pressed onto the big pillows of her breasts, which flattened against her ribcage.  She wrapped her legs around him and he began to pump furiously.  She kept the rhythm grunting with each thrust.  Her body flushed with pleasure as his throbbing cock worked the muscles of her pussy and she lubricated their sex with her natural excitement.   She gyrated her hips up and arched her back and he thrust wildly and forcefully into her.  Her clit began to vibrate with the pleasant nature of their physical contact and her nipples were stimulated by the touch of his naked chest.  They were fighting each other in a battle of pleasure.  The time wore on as each warrior used all of their skills to work the other into a frenzy and several times over the course of the ensuing hour each fighter nearly climaxed only to exhibit incredible self control and escape the precipice of orgasm.  Sweat washed over them and soaked their bodies as they moved around the bed in physical and emotional battle. Their bodies slipped and stuck to one another and the intense colors of Alessia’s make-up bled around her eyes and down her face.  Her hair became matted to her head and his face began to contort with the pain of muscular burning.  117 minutes of sexual combat had left them both raw and she was beginning to yelp with each of his thrusts; while he had begun to groan with each.  

She closed her eyes tight as she felt an uncontrollable wave of ecstasy wash over her.  Warmth flooded her genitals and expanded inside of her body rapidly reaching her chest.  Her body trembled as she desperately tried to suppress it in her weakened state.  "Oh…my…..god….” she hissed as she felt the ever-rising explosion rapidly growing within her.  She knew that her efforts to win this round had escaped her as she felt her opponent thrust again and she clenched down on his penis.  Her mind went blank as she trembled deep within her now and she was only shocked from her reverie by a scream of “nooooooooo! oh god!” which she was sure somehow was coming from her mouth, though she also knew it wasn’t as her body convulsed wildly and her foe ejaculated massively within her thrusting so violently that she slammed into the headboard as jerked violently pumping her pussy with his powerful cock as he collapsed on her and she looked at the score board, still twitching from her own orgasm and realized that he had come first.  Only moments before, but still first.  She had completely destroyed him and achieved her revenge, defeating him soundly 3-0.

She caressed his back and hair, knowing that it was such a condescending maneuver that it would infuriate him, but she did it to taunt him and remind him who was the queen of this bed.  She rolled him off of her sweaty body and got up from the bed, victorious.

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SEXFIGHTING LEAGUE 1 - by Shindy


This is inspired by Satyress and the sex fighters tumblr.  Credit goes there.  This whole series will be different than what I’ve done before.  Hope everyone likes it, though it will certainly not be to everyone’s liking.

Shannon sat watching the film her opponent for the next evening.  She knew that here in Pennsylvania things would be different than in Arkansas.  Of course, sex was sex, but people were different and rules were occasionally different when competing in state leagues rather than national leagues, or local competition.  Of course, she remembered her one international competition, and how humbling that was for her.  She had only been 20 then, but she thought she was hot shit until she had been completely destroyed in 11 minutes by an amazing cock from Italy.  Tomorrow she would be fighting for the Pennsylvania state championship.  Since leaving Arkansas as its state champion 9 months ago she had fought in Pennsylvania, her new home, 23 times and had won every match.  At the age of 24, she was a well-respected sex fighter, but her opponent had incredible experience and was known to be merciless.  Most importantly, his dick was enormous and with most of his opponents, he forced submission simply because they couldn’t take his size.  

She had requested a tit-fucking but he had rejected it and those were the rules in PA.  She had been blessed with DDD tits and they had gone to good use in her career, but the strawberry blonde woman was otherwise very small framed and though she had her share of large cocks, she wasn’t sure whether this was one she could handle.

The night came and she prepped for his big dick.  She used all of the permitted foreplay to get him throbbing and to get herself good and ready, the cameras rolling on his 6 foot muscular frame in contrast to her 5’ 1 100 lbs small, southern body with the big tits.  The alarm rang for the end of foreplay and he smiled as he physically flipped her onto her back and sneered, “I am gonna break this filly…I hope you’re ready…” her body tensed as she felt the tip of his cock spread her lips.  She was well lubricated and she took a deep relaxing breath as he grabbed her hips and thrust, one powerful, deep thrust…

She tried to hold it in but her body arched, she gasped and then she screamed.  He tore her insides in a way that she had never been damaged before.  She tried to hold on as her body was pounded and his big cock punished her pussy in a brutal assault on her sexual prowess.  She yelped rhythmically as he thrust his hips into hers and her big tits shook in time with his body.   She tried everything to gain control over herself unsuccessfully as she came three times in the first 9 minutes.  He lifted her body up and she clung to him desperately, sweat matting her hair and causing her breasts to stick together, her own body weight working against her as her plunged deeper inside of her with each thrust–going deeper until she was sure he was fucking her liver.  

She wailed as she tried to regain her composure and mount some sort of offense, or even some defense.  She worked to regain control of her pussy muscles but she was fairly sure that they had been torn apart.  She came again and again and she looked at the scoreboard to see that after 19 minutes it was 7-1 against her.

They tumbled to the bed again, and he pulled out momentarily and she could finally breathe normally again.  Unfortunately just as she caught her breath, he flipped her to her stomach and penetrated her from behind.  She tried to hold on but came again and again until the 26 minute mark when after 11 orgasms and only 2 from him, she screamed for him to stop.  He didn’t though and continued his dominance and onslaught.  She begged again as he pressed his thumb into her tight ass and she came in a way she hadn’t except for pleasure sex.  She screamed the safe word and he had to stop.  She was a sweaty, broken woman, breathing ragged breaths on the bed as he got to his feet, smiling, gloating.  He wiped himself off, as she looked at that cock and swore to herself she would earn and win a rematch sometime in the future…for now, she would need to nurse herself back to health before she could fuck again….

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“Sexfighting League”—This series is not written by me.  Expect what is available over the next few days.  I’ve coupled a few images with the stories.  Shindy is the author and clearly the series in incomplete.  It’d be wonderful to give that author some positive feedback if you enjoy the stories.  I know I do!   
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