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College Sex League:

Mona Amore, Rise of a Sex-fighter: Chapter 4

Ivy drew the last dribbling burst of cum from his once proud cock, smiling wickedly as it painted his panting chest white with a thin spray of his once magnificent, jelly-like seed. With a body-shaking groan he fell back across the bed, completely drained and completely defeated. The small bedroom looked like a massacre of barely-breathing male bodies, naked and splattered with their own cum. She had drawn it out, eager to fill an entire night with hard, throbbing, thrusting cocks but it was barely dawn and despite their athletic, hard-muscled frames it had taken all six of them just to work her up to a lather of heightened arousal. Few, if any, cocks (or cunts for that matter) were able to give her what she needed anymore. What she truly needed that was. She was just  far too damned sexual and had trained herself too damned well to find satisfaction locally anymore. She had taken her college sex-league by storm, crushing what little competition there was in no time, winning the championship in barely a year, daring challengers to come at her two or even three at a time. By the time she hit Junior year she had taken over the vaunted Chairmanship, giving up her title for the position and the power that came with it. Just as her sisters and  her mother had done before her.

She leaned over to give his sadly softening cock one final lick. The boy was a true stud, his last cum still thicker and creamier than most males at their best. He had had a reputation as a true cunt-buster, going through the cheer-leading squad one fucked-out quivering pussy at a time. It had not surprised her that he would be the last to fall, his vaunted cock unable to match the tight heat of her superior cunt. She allowed herself a school-girl’s giggle as she watched his body convulse, shattered by the barest lick of her pointed tongue as she traced teasingly up along his deflated yet still impressive slab of meat. 

She stuck the tip of her tongue out and touched the tip of his cock where a large bead of defiant cum had collected.  She pulled her tongue back a little and a string of cum drew lewdly across the distance. Ivy sucked in the thin strand and went back to teasing the head of his dick with the tip of her expert tongue; swirling it around the head with seemingly random speeds and directions before swallowing the thing whole. His cock was breaking as it felt the warmth of her mouth surrounding it, but she wasn’t done teasing it yet. She slowly dragged the tip of her tongue down the length of the soft but still massive shaft before flattening her tongue to lick it like a lollipop on the way back up; long and agonizingly slow. The stud’s body shuddered under her as the barest of whines escaped his lips.

Ivy flipped her ponytail over to one side to make sure the video camera had an unobstructed view of her face before she finally opened her mouth and pulled just the head inside. She bobbed at the tip for a few strokes before popping it back out, leaving a faint smear of cum across her lips. Then she took just the very tip in her mouth and began to suck on it like she was nursing from a baby bottle; all while holding eye contact with the camera.  

She inhaled deeply and took him into her mouth, sinking straight down to where his balls used to be. Her head bobbed as she tried in vain to force one last hard-on out of the stud but it was no use. He was done and gone. Still, she squeezed her lips around my cock; forming a tight seal. She had her tongue dancing at that sensitive spot at the base of the head in an effort to draw out the very last milky drop of his cum. It worked perfectly.

Ivy smiled into the camera and held still as the final and pathetic spurt leaked into her open mouth.  It pooled in her mouth and she rubbed his cock up towards the head to make sure that she got it all. Once she was satisfied, she pulled off of his lifeless body and made sure the camera got a clear view of her large, cum-sticky breasts as she reached out to stop the video recording.

For a laugh she braced herself up against the headboard and, using both of her smooth yet powerful legs, pushed him off the bed. He fell heavily and with a satisfying thud of meat on meat on top of whoever else was laying there.

Ivy hopped off the bed, letting loose her ponytail sending waves of shining blond hair cascading around her tanned shoulders. She took a moment to pose in front of her vanity mirror on the way to the shower. The view that greeted her brought a sly smirk to her face. Even after fucking a half-dozen supposed cock-masters into groaning submission and covered in a bright sheen of glistening sweat and surrendered cum she still looked hotter than any other bitch she could think of. 

She had inherited her mother’s statuesque frame and shared the same proud firm breasts as her older sisters. Her ass was far superior to theirs, though, being slightly plumper but round and hard; guaranteed to force stares and hard-ons from the testosterone-laced students and hard-up professors with just the merest twitch of her tight skirts and work-out spandex. But it was her ice-blue eyes that were her secret weapon. Filled with suggestive, sexual heat they were able to simply stare most of the boys here into cumming though their pants. She gave herself one of those wicked glances, pouting for fun, and then noticed the silent alert on her I-pod which lay across the vanity table.

Sex-fighters reporting their matches from the night before. Nick had won, as usual, though his competition had been a bit weak. A few losses and wins here and there. No major upsets. A few checking in for their next match. A few were  silent and never to be heard from again, the weak-assed wannabe losers. One name stuck out though. She looked down at the post, her pretty face twisted now in annoyance.

Mona Amore had lost her second fight. Badly. Completely fucked out by one of the better cocks of the league. Yet there she was, her post all perky and giddy with hearts and kisses all over it asking when her next match would be, eager to test her meager skills against yet another fighter. Ivy chewed her lip, something her mother constantly chided her for, and wondered if the girl was actually this stupid or if she just loved being punished. Whatever, Ivy knew the perfect opponent for her. Still in her point-spread but barely. A true bitch who just loved breaking little whores like her. But there was time for that later.

Right now, she swiped over to her own web-feed. Already loaded with brave offers and threats from heavy-balled cocks from all over the county. Each one threatening to fuck her senseless and make her choke on their god-like blasts of cum, telling her how they were going to knock her womb up and leave her for dead like no other man her skanky ass had ever fucked. Each one submitting pictures and gifs of their hard, thick shafts drooling with gobs of super-potent, bitch-killing sperm.

She tapped on the top dozen that showed the most breathtaking arrogance and told them all to start jerking off for her as they watched the video of last night’s fuck-bang. The last six to blow would be invited over to put their boasting to the test. The rules were simple. Their inevitable defeat would be filmed and posted, their pathetic whining for mercy heard by all as she milked their balls and crushed their man-hoods one by one, adding each of them to her stable of pathetic fuck-slaves by morning.

A flurry of egotistical protests flew across the screen, which she ignored. Instead she just turned to snap up a quick picture of the carnage of ruined male flesh that was her bedroom, posting it to them all as their final warning. As her web-tag said, she would leave no survivors in her wake. Then, she lay the pad onto the vanity and headed for the shower. It was due to hit over 90 today and she needed to look her best, as was usual. She had a few meaningless classes today, she had fucked most of the professors, so her GPA was a solid 4.

Before she entered the shower, she took a final glance across the room, letting her eyes settle on a small second-place trophy that sat on the edge of a book-case. It was dated nearly thirty years past, but she could still feel her mother’s bitterness emanating from it. She set the volume of the I-pad to max and dove under the cold shower with the sounds of a dozen guys fapping wildly to accompany her. As soon as she got out she would call someone to clear up and clean up her bedroom and then head over to the main hall to at least show her face in class. Then she would sit down and deal with the week’s fight schedule… and with Mona Amore.

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