--- SEXFIGHTERS --- Ever wonder who the sexiest people on the planet are? How would you find that out?
Would a sexual contest help?
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HOUR TWO, GIRLS VS BOYS
The team of Suzi and Marissa seem to be faltering against the team of Jake (in bed) and Andy (standing). The statuesque blonde Suzi has cum a few times and fucked out of the match - mostly by Andy’s efforts.
Seeing Jake on the ropes, Andy hopes to relieve the pressure on his teammate, but Marissa has other ideas. Jake’s dangerously close to his last spurt, and the greedy girl isn’t going to be denied.
In a minute, Jakes hardness is going to be surrendered to her superior sex.
Then it will be down to the two titans of sex. Marissa and Andy will lock up to see which one is the best at pulling it all out of the other one.
The reigning champ of Jacksonville, Florida retired, leaving the prestigious position vacant.
Two neighborhood champs, Millie St Amond of Westside and Jarrod Forsythe of LaVilla both want this title.
For a week, at Millie’s home, she and Jarrod have it out, everywhere and anywhere.
This image, taken at the start of day two, shows their inaugural fuck in the den. It also presages the ultimate outcome.
Although Millie was every bit the champ Jarrod was, her thick form couldn’t quite take as much as he could. By day seven, they had lost count of the cumms. Both were aching. Jarrod was close to being out, but Millie was sure she couldn’t take any more.
Signing a paper that declared him the champ of this marathon match, she spent an uncharacteristic day being completely satiated for the remainder of her time awake.
Having gained that signature, Jarrod left on weak legs, knowing how close that contest really was. He too had that uncharacteristic satiation - nearly novel in his adult life. Still, the satisfaction was his, not only sexually, but in the victory over such a sensual opponent.
He’s been off hunting with his friends for a week and arrived back home with a cold. That meant another week of no kissing and no sex.
Frustration, deprivation and anger mix in Laurie’s soul. John feels unreasonable condemnation and persecution.
He recovers from the cold, but things stay tense. An argument happens. Telling him: “You have the sex drive of a slug and you couldn’t fuck your way out of a wet paper bag”, ensures a response. It escalates into a violent hate fuck. Despite the scratches and anger, after a couple of weeks, it has it’s own savage satisfaction for both. Each one climaxes - very hard.
In the post climactic glow, the storm has abated. Apologies are made. The couple start to repair their emotional bond. Later there will be more explanations and discussions and understanding, but for now, knowing there is love and goodwill is enough.
George had heard of Mena’s reputation as a cock slayer, and he had to find out who was the better fighter.
Mena, was not one to shy away from a challenge, and had also heard of George’s reputation as a pussy wrecker.
The two warriors met at George’s apartment, cleared their calendars, turned off their cell phones and agreed to fight to the finish.
George was using his trademark aggression and pussy control early, but Mena was returning fire with an offense of her own.
George was pounding into Mena from behind, while stimulating her clit. Mena, could feel herself on the edge of a powerful climax.
Mena, came hard on George’s cock, but in a last ditch attempt to drag him down with her, she clamped down on him like an erotic vice.
Her strategy yielded the desired result, as they were both basking in a hard won climax. They truly were a perfect sex match, and this battle was far from over.
George, was first to regain composure and continued his assault on Mena’s dripping pussy. Their battle had lasted longer then either could of imagined, and fatigue was beginning to become a factor for both fighters.
Mena was prepared to battle to the death, and began matching George’s thrusts with those of her own. One thing was certain, they both wanted to win more than anything, and neither would be giving up voluntarily.
After several more changes in dominance, Mena appeared to be getting the better of a fading George. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, and began to lose his grip on reality.
Sensing he was nearing his end, Mena wrapped her legs around him and began to destroy his remaining resolve. She ground him down to nothing, taking everything from him, until his limp cock fell out from her victorious body. She proceeded to ride his unconscious face, and savored her victory cum.
When George came too he found himself lying under a blanket in the recovery position. He found a note pinned to blanket which read, “Good fight, you almost had me… almost xxx”
BONN, GERMANY:
“Und now fraulein, you will accept my dominance over you! Open that mouth!”
Juggernaut Mimi went hunting for the Baron Von Lindow. His cock is the stuff of legends and she knew a victory here would greatly enhance her credit in sexfighting circles.
In short order, her challenge became the match and it was not as she imagined. Rather than her dominating this aristocrat, she found herself rapidly brought to so many peaks - sucked, eaten and fucked - that she was putty in his hands.
His skill was such that within an hour, she was satiated beyond anything she had ever experienced.
Barely able to prop herself up, she languidly accepts his victory spurts, opening her mouth in acceptance of the truth and his wanted cumm, before sinking into a contented puddle of sleep.
Sometimes the results of a sex-fight can go awry, ending up completely opposite as to the expectation. It’s not unheard of an unknown underdog trumping a seasoned sex-fighter. In this match-up between Annefa, ‘Princess of Nubia’ and Nikolas, ‘The Spartan King’, this was not the case.
From the get-go, Nikolas had dominated the match, power-fucking the helpless Annefa in a plethora of positions before reaching their current arrangement. Even with her on top, the Spartan’s sexual prowess shone through, forcing yet another screaming climax from her with his savage hip thrusts.
To her credit, she stayed conscious throughout the relentless ravaging by her clearly superior opponent.
But there were no false impressions in her mind about turning things around. The Spartan King certainly lived up to his namesake, fucking with the same ferocity as the Spartan’s fought. Nikolas was the apex of carnal combat, with a ferocity akin to a firestorm.
In the end the Princess would successfully weather another two hours of his unrelenting fury before finally succumbing to desire and passing out just past the four hour mark. The final score of 16:4 was a clear testament to the King’s near absolute domination of the dusky Princess.
History seems destined to repeat itself what with the Spartan’s sexual strength and stamina proving too much more the young Nubian, but it was this same strength and stamina that would later attract the amorous attentions of the renowned 'Empress of Nubia’…
[To Be Continued? Perhaps. - Signed Mister Steel]
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(Julie / Satyress adds: : “I would love to see a follow up to this. Wouldn’t you?”)
Paul and Rose, sexfighters of renown in their local community, are finally getting married. It should come to no surprise that the maid of honour and the best man conspired to replace the traditional bachelor and bachelorette parties with a combined party that included the entire circle of their sexfighting friends.
In this wild night of unleashed sexuality and frenetic fucking repressed attractions were unbottled, old sex rivalries were furthered,new ones were created and an insane amount of cum was traded under a symphony of delighted screams of pleasure. Some people tried naughty combinations, other preferred to go 1-on-1 with their target of choice and everyone screwed their absolute best.
In the end, the happy couple fucked everyone else to sweet exhaustion and ended up in a draw themselves.With pleased faces all round and the grateful couple thanking the utterly satiated, if currently unnable to even walk, organisers, it is clear that the party was a complete success.
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(That’s a really fun way to get ready for a wedding! Thanks to Adie for the image and caption! Keep them coming!)
He is Pirithous, demigod, son of Zeus. For centuries, he has matched friends and enemies for he is one of the strongest heros the earth has bred.
Summoned from Olympus by the high Priestess, Ianira, Pirithous is challenged to sexual combat. He has done many of these over the centuries - inevitably, it seems, he wins.
This would not even be a match were she not of the blood of the Amazons. In the course of the event, he makes her cum, and cum again. In time, it appears that she is doomed to fail under his semi-devine power.
She calls forth the power of the cougar. A new, supernatural energy supplements her own against the old power of the demigod. Her body is made stronger, more desirable and she renews her efforts with animalistic hunger. She stares into her male opponent’s eyes with new conviction. She will defeat him and drain his sexual energy. The demigod senses something has changed, but is ignorant of what is to come.
In time, Pirithous will cum, and cum again, and cum uncontrollably under her power. She gain most of his energy and Olympus will open to her.
The gods may tremble. Demigod Ianira is born!
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(Thanks to DeanPosts for the original image and starting point text. Consider this a collaborative work. This submission intrigues me! I’ve taken the liberty of changing it - hopefully to Dean’s enjoyment! It was too jucy to pass up. - Julie / Satyress)
Sixteen hours into the match, the score is 12:3 and Rand taunts the Contessa:
“What’s the matter, Lady Sevaster. Are you broken? Wearing out? You’ve cum the last three times and you haven’t made me cum in two hours. I thought you’d be a challenge. … Can’t make a mere ‘commoner’ cum? Let me give you a hand! If you can’t make me cum this way, you hardly deserve your title. … I’m fucking your brains out Contessa. You’ve met your match. You’ll be calling me your "King” before we’re through.“
(Dedicated to Claire Rogue, who is forging a new genera in sexfight captioning)