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Cunt vs Cock

Holly:  “I’ve gotta tame that cock of yours boy, gotta squeeze ya  …  Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit, baby - you’re making me cum.” 

Brad:  “Yeah, you made me cum already, but I’m not slowing down for nothin ‘till YOU’RE the one fucked out!” 

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The illusions that Holly would slow Brad down after just a couple of cums have just been disproven.  

Sexfights

20 hours in

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At twenty hours in, the challenger was still erect, despite splitting a score of big-ass cumms with the champ.

She suggested a shower, trying to regroup. As soon as they were back in the bedroom, his libido was again eating hers alive. In no time the champ was cumming, but cumming her last!

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After no more than a two minute peak, she began to descend, no longer a titan of sexuality, but a worn and subdued sexfighter, knowing her place below him.

Within minutes, exhaustion claims the former champ in a complete K.O.

(Dedicated to Hungrybearr)

Sparta’s Machitis vs Scythia’s Erastus Kalytera
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The top Spartan stud struggled.  His years of training seemed to be working. She came again and again, but somehow, somehow she never stopped giving him even more pleasure than he could give her.  

His tenth series of blasts filled her gut, spilling out of her bloated seophagus and down his balls.  It coincided with her twenty-second series of cum spasms.  Even though she was deeply into the sex battle, full, and tiring, this move proved to be fatal for him.  His heart pumped its last as his cock spurted for the final time.  

Sparta had lost in a combat to the death against these women warriors.      

Sexfighters

Hour Two

Elaina stares into Troy’s still determined eyes wondering exactly when she will start her counter-strike.  

It’s 3 to 3 and in the second hour of the match.  Both her and Troy have pulled massive releases from their opponent, but Troy’s cock isn’t what it was and they both feel it.  

Elaina’s just as wet as ever and enjoying the ride, but still wondering exactly when Troy’s energy and controlling facade will start to crack.  

She thinks: ‘Control me while you can stud. Your end is coming.  It’s going to me MY TURN real soon’.  

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Sexfighters
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Somewhere in California, there is a place called Sexffight Beach among initiates. Women who go there are in fact looking for more than a tan; they are looking for a challenger.

Since there were a few “incident” with tourists and girl who were unaware of the “rules”, girls who go there looking for a sexual opponent now post pictures on a website. They take the pics just before leaving, wearing the bikini they’ll sport so they’ll easily be recognizable.

Stefy, the woman on top has been going to Sexfight Beach for a week but couldn’t get a challenge. No woman dared pit her charms against her and risk sexual annihilation.

Then the second girl posted on the website. She joined a picture of her boyfriend. “I sexfight for him. You win, you get to have sex with him; you lose, you get to watch US have sex.” When she got to the beach, she went straight for Stefi, her boobs bouncing in her tripe bikini as she walked confidently in the sand, her man behind her, already hard.

So Stefi finally got her sexfight. And she got thoroughly thrashed by the girl–what caught her by surprise is how the girl’s boobs flattened hers–something no women ever did. And as she watched them have sex, Stefy had to admit she probably wouldn’t have been able to fuck the guy the way the woman did.

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I’d have bet on Stefi but that’s what can happen!  Hot images and description.  Good work, Amazonology! 

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“ Ever since her husband Richard had become Senior Vice President at Farlaine Industries, Vicki had enjoyed a certain status in life. She threw the most successful parties, was the absolute queen of any social event, and had...
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Ever since her husband Richard had become Senior Vice President at Farlaine Industries, Vicki had enjoyed a certain status in life. She threw the most successful parties, was the absolute queen of any social event, and had built a rather large personal empire based on the secrets and rumors that were offered up to her by all of the company wives as was her due tribute. All for the promise of words whispered into her husband’s ear and the possible favors that would flow from them. She had watched her husband struggle up from the mailroom, supporting him every step of the way as he climbed the company ladder rung by rung. She was very proud of her husband, and of the life they had built together. It was not easy keeping on top of course, being the Queen Bee in a world filled with ambitious corporate wives was not easy after all. There was always some hopeful newcomer who aspired to her position, who sought to advance her own husband by wresting control of empire from the Queen Bee.

Vicki had defeated them all with either a cold war waged of secrets and lies or, when that did not work, using her massive breasts and dominating body to simply cow them into submission. Corralling them into a private meeting she would either subdue them with the power of her Alpha personality or, if necessary, crush them into a ruined, tearful mess in the Tit-fight of their lives. Few outside corporate circles would guess how often a Tit-fight between two savage opponents actually changed the course of industry. Often the better tits decided who ruled the Byzantine web of their social scene, and with that their hard-working husband’s careers. Vicki was unbeaten. More savage and more merciless than most. No other bitch in the company would dare to challenge her and her powerful rack.

That is until Carol came along. Her own husband had joined the company after a hostile takeover of a smaller firm. Rumor had it that he was ultra-ambitious and aiming at the Presidential chair. The chair that rightly belonged to Vicki’s husband after the “Old Man” finally decided to call it quits. Carol had come along with her own reputation. According to rumor she was a cold, cruel and viscous Tit-fighter herself. Also unbeaten. The clash between them was inevitable. Seeming equals in size and power, their breasts would be tested to their limits. There could only be one Queen Bee. The two women finally met in battle ready to destroy their rival in a brutal war of flesh, one to rule and one to be cast down in agony.

As their war began, Vicki’s irresistible breasts meeting Carol’s unstoppable tits head on, no one dared guess who would emerge the stronger.

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(Depending on the response I get from this I am thinking of doing a follow up to this post with a story of their battle for supremacy. All up to you, the reader. I will be looking forward to your comments. - Hungrybear.)

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“ Brenda lay watching as Brad pumped another huge load inside her. This was his third in as many hours, and she was amazed at the sheer volume of cum he could produce. Her soaking pussy had convulsed at least a dozen times around his...
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Brenda lay watching as Brad pumped another huge load inside her. This was his third in as many hours, and she was amazed at the sheer volume of cum he could produce. Her soaking pussy had convulsed at least a dozen times around his cock, each orgasm more powerful than the last. 

He was brewing yet another huge load when she finally gave out, having reached her limit of sexual satiation. 

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