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….






