Prologue

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Fuck!” I moaned.

“Oh, yeah! Give it all to me, baby!” My best friend moaned as I tribbed her on our bed.

Did that get your attention, perv? Good, cause now I can introduce myself. My name is Ashley Morris. My friend’s name is Shannon Carter. Since I know you’re dying to put an image of us in your dirty mind, I’ll do you a favor. We’re both 25 years old and more importantly, we’re both fine pieces of pussy. As for me, there are two things about my appearance that define me and that my lovers can never keep their eyes or hands off of. First is my very long, thick, soft, flowing, ass-length brunette hair. The other thing is my massive, enormous, mondo-gigantic jubblies. K cups to be specific. All natural too. I also have soft, smooth pale skin, big, brown eyes and my ass ain’t half bad either.

Shannon is a brunette like me but my hair is more pure brown while hers is darker and almost black. It’s also shorter than mine, reaching her lower back. Her cup size is D. Her eyes are minty green. Her skin is pale like mine and I hate to admit it but she does have a better ass than me. Her ass is big, round, bulbous and meaty. I can’t go a single day without squeezing it. So, yeah. I’m a tit girl and she’s an ass girl. While you fantasize about us, I may as well give you some backstory.

As you’ve probably guessed, I’m a very early bloomer. I started to develop my breasts when I was only eight. By eighth grade, I had DDs. I used to hate them and was really embarrassed of them. They would bounce like water balloons at the slightest provocation, they were a pain in the ass during PE and they attracted a lot of unwanted attention from both genders. Guys would gawk at them like I was some kind of national geographic motherfucker and girls thought they had a free pass to fondle them whenever they wanted. Nowadays, I would love the attention but back then, I was a shy, demure little bunny-rabbit. I wanted to get a reduction but I was deathly afraid of surgery, so I was stuck with them. Smartest decision of my life.

It wasn’t until that year, eighth grade, when I met Shannon and learned to love my boobs. She told me she was jealous of them and that they were the coolest thing in the world. It was really nice to see someone actually appreciate them instead of ogling or groping them for once. We bonded instantly and soon, my tits became my pride and joy. Well, besides my hair, of course. Unlike my tits, I always loved my long hair. It made me feel like a princess. I always got compliments on it and people touching it always felt nice. And now, it still feels nice when my lovers give it a nice pull.

Anyway, Shannon became my BFF and during high school, we were inseparable. Thanks to her, I learned to take pride in my funbags. I was a hot babe and I knew it. So, it was only a matter of time until we both started sleeping around. Shannon and I have always been hardcore hedonists. Surprisingly, we never tried girls, though. Well, not technically. She and I would kiss at parties for attention from guys, when we were drunk or just for practice during sleepovers. You know. Usual girl shit. However, escalating that never crossed either of our minds…Until later on.

After high school, we were heartbroken to find out that we would be going to different colleges. Our goodbye was very emotional but we both swore to reunite once we graduated. Luckily, we both finished up at 22 years old with Liberal Arts degrees. Impressive, I know. We managed to get an apartment together and upon our reunion, we told each other all about our experiences. Especially who we slept with. We soon found out that we had both discovered our bisexuality at our respective unis. We just kept sleeping around and experimenting like every hormonal college kid. We both loved pussy. One thing led to another and we eventually began fucking each other…A lot…Like every day…Sometimes multiple times a day…And then multiple times a night.

So, three years later and we still can’t keep our hands, mouths, tits or cunts off of each other. Luckily, I was a hardcore dom and Shannon was a hardcore sub. I tell you, we were made for each other. It was all casual, though. We were BFFs with benefits. No commitment whatsoever. See boys? Us gals can be afraid of commitment too. However, I was keeping secrets from Shannon about what I was really doing in college. All the lesbian sex was true but…Let’s just say I took lesbian sex to the absolute max. As far as it could possibly go. However, I soon got tired of that and only fuck girls for fun now. Well, that’s not entirely true but I digress.

Anyway, it was a normal day like any other, me fucking Shannon on our bed. The same scene that I started this with and that you’re more than likely touching yourself to right now. It’s cool. I won’t judge. As we finished up and splattered our cum all over each other’s hot, luscious bodies, I laid down next to her, gave her a big, loving kiss and cuddled up next to her as she ran her fingers through my sweaty, gorgeous hair.

“No one can please me quite like you, Ash.” Shannon said.

“And no one can get pleased by me quite like you, babe.” I said as I nuzzled her.

We just laid there for a while, enjoying each other’s naked company and almost drifting off to dreamland when, in my sleep, I heard a ping and felt my best friend’s sexy bod leave me. I slowly opened my tired eyes to see her dump truck ass walking away from the bed towards the desktop on the other side of the room. Then, it hit me that the sound I heard was an email notification.

“Oh, now who could this be from?” Shannon said teasingly.

I got off the bed, crawled on my hands and knees up to Shannon’s godly caboose, grabbed it with both hands and blew a raspberry into her sweet twat.

“Oh! You dirty bitch!” Shannon said through light giggles.

“That’s what you get for being a nosy nancy!” I said as I got up and pressed my titanic tatas against her still sweaty back, feeling her hair gently tickling my pink buds as I hugged her from behind, feeling her breasts against my arms.

As I nuzzled my face against the other brunette, I looked at the screen to see the email. It was from some random, number-filled address that I didn’t recognize but the message itself sent chills through my spine and heat through my loins. It read as follows:

“Hello. It’s been a while, Honeypot. I hope you’ve been keeping your skills sharp. I think we’ll be seeing each other again very soon.👩*❤️*💋*👩”

I was at a complete loss for words. There was only one person that ever called me “Honeypot”. Why did they call me that? Well, you’ll find out soon enough. Shannon could tell how shocked I was by this email.

“Who’s that?” She asked.

“No one.” I blatantly lied. Then Shannon grabbed by tits and squeezed them like she was trying to pop them.

“Ow! Bitch!” I yelled.

“Tell me who it was or I won’t let go!” She demanded.

“Alright! Alright!” I relented. “You don’t know her. She’s an…old friend from uni. I haven’t seen her since graduation.” Calling this person an old friend from college was a monumental, astronomical understatement.

“Oh, I see…” Shannon said with that pervy look in her eyes. “Think she’s down for a threeway?”

“Honestly, babe…” I said with a guilty tone. “There are some things about college that I haven’t been telling you…”

“Well, spill the beans, sweet tits!” She teased, lightly flicking my boobs. “You know you can tell me anything!”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow after I trib your little clit off. How about that?” I challenged.

“Oh, is someone feeling horny thinking about her old college friend?” Shannon teased.

“Maybe. Now get on the bed, so I can use you for a cum rag!” I ordered.

“What am I, your sex doll?” Shannon asked sarcastically.

“Yes! Now lie down and spread ’em, slut!” I ordered.

Shannon cooed at my boldness and did just that. As my submissive BFF took her pussy-fucking like a woman, my mind was racing with thoughts about my old college friend. She was truly something else. I fucked all of those feelings into Shannon until she passed out from pleasure. My twat was still inflamed with passion, so I put on some lesbian porn to finish myself off. Dani Daniels and Asa Akira, specifically. After the most intense masturbation of my life, I was finally spent and slept next to my passed out friend. The dreams I had must’ve been amazing. Wish I could remember them.

My alarm went off. 9:00 AM like always. I told Alexa to shut up as I got up and stretched. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was a mess. My beloved hair was disheveled, my face was still red and my eyes were bloodshot like I just smoked a dank joint. I haven’t looked like this after sex since my college days. Good times. Then, I realized that Shannon was gone. I didn’t think anything of it. She was probably making breakfast for us naked, which she knows I love. We were semi-nudists. Only wearing clothes when we went out in public or had guests over…Well, with some guests we stayed nude anyway but I digress. Thoughts of Shannon’s succulent booty in the kitchen made me moist but I left the rook to find her.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t in the kitchen. I looked around. Maybe she was showering. I hoped so! I went to the bathroom, hoping to sneak up on her for some fun but she wasn’t there either. In fact, the shower and bathtub looked like they hadn’t been used since yesterday. Yeah, we use them a lot. You should see our water bills. I checked my phone and no texts or calls from her. I called her five times but no answer. Now, I am starting to get worried. I went back to the bedroom and noticed that there was another email notification. I figured it was worth a try. It was from that same random address and once again, reading it gave me chills. Here’s what it said:

“Dear Honeypot

Your friend is fine. She’s just staying with us. Took some convincing but she’s all for what I have planned. Don’t worry, I left out all the details. She’s just so curious that she’s willing to wait and see herself. And I’ve been keeping her very good company. So, calling the cops won’t do you any good. It’s not a kidnapping if it’s consensual. Just know that she’s okay but you will not see her again unless you do as I ask. I will send you an address. It’s close. You will receive further instructions when you arrive.

You’re probably wondering, why am I doing this? Well, the answer is simple. You love the game, sweetie. You know you do and you never stopped loving it. I gathered some friends of mine to help remind you about everything you love about it. You’ll thank me before it’s over. Love you, Honeypot. Hugs and kisses.”

That bitch…She just couldn’t accept that I wanted to move on. Regular sex was plenty good enough for me. Oh, well. At least Shannon is okay and taking part in this willingly. That cunt. When I get her back, I’ll fuck her until our combined juices glue her labia shut and then I’ll pry them open to fuck her some more! Damn, I feel like my college self again…Anyway, she sent the address. Like she said, calling the cops would do nothing. This was basically her visiting someone behind my back. Bitchy but not illegal. So, I drove to the address to find an eleven story building. I walked up to it to find a retinal scanner. I put my eye up against it and it let me in like it was some kinda spy shit.

I saw a small lobby with only an empty desk and an elevator door. On the desk was a laptop with a word document on screen. I guess these were the “further instructions” that bitch was talking about. It read as follows:

“Glad to see you’re here, Honeypot. I knew you couldn’t pass this up. Here’s how this will work. As you’ve noticed, this building has ten floors. Each floor has an elevator which will only go up one floor or down one floor. So naturally, you’ll have to go through the building one floor at a time. On each floor, you will find a horny, slutty nympho that can’t wait to bump cunts with you. You remember the rules of the game. You fuck until one of you in incapable of continuing. If you win, your opponent will not only use their retinal scanners to give you access to the next floor but she will also be your sex slave for the rest of the night.

If you lose, you get to try again the next day but your opponent will also have you as a sex slave for the rest of the night. Each floor is custom made for each opponent’s taste. Complete with food, showers, baths and beds. Each opponent is unique, with their own codenames, their own style of playing the game and their own reasons for loving the game. Their purpose is to teach you or rather, remind you of why the game is the greatest thing in the world. You already know these things but you need to be taught that once a player, always a player. Again, you will end up thanking me.

Now, you’re probably wondering, why am I doing this? Well, you’ll find that out for yourself when you reach the top floor where Shannon and I are staying. Good luck, Honeypot. And enjoy yourself.

The Boss.”

I guess that was her own codename…Honeypot. I always both hated and loved being called that for reasons I’ll get into later. But yeah, now you know my secret. I was a sexfighter in college. Since freshman year, even. I did it every day. Why did I give it up? Again, I’ll get into that later. For now, I have ten floors of nymphos to outfuck to get my slutty, big-butted BFF back. I went into the elevator and scanned my eye, giving me access. As it went up, the thought of what I would face on Floor 10 both excited and terrified me more than words could describe but I pushed on. There was a screen above the door on the inside. It flashed digital red colors as the elevator went up that said “Floor 1: The Cheerleader”. I guess that’s who my first opponent will be.

And I guess this is really it. I’m back in the game…

Floor 1: The Cheerleader

As the elevator opened, it really began to sink in what I was about to do. I was about to go back to the addiction that defined my college experience. Classes were never a problem for me. My folks were pretty well off and I was always a good student. Just because I have a pretty face and a rack that could stop traffic doesn’t mean I don’t have brains. Though, I doubt my parents would approve of my secret passion. I hope to God that they never read this. Anyway, I’m getting off the elevator and it reveals a gymnasium-like room. Complete with mats on the floor and walls, basketball hoops, waxed, hardwood flooring and a couple small bleachers. I was impressed. I wonder how long “The Boss” took to set all of this up. I knew she was filthy rich on top of being a filthy nymph but this was something else.

Strangely, my opponent who went by “The Cheerleader” was nowhere to be found. I was about to go looking for her when a door at the other side of the room opened, revealing a lithe, petite, platinum blonde girl with her long hair in a ponytail down to the small of her back. She wore a purple and gold cheerleader’s uniform and blue pom poms in each hand. She fit the stereotypical image of a cheerleader to a T. Would all these bitches’ codenames be so blunt, I wondered? She then turned in my direction and did cartwheels until she was right in front of me.

“One, two, three, four! I’ll fuck you down you goddam whore!” She cheered as she did poses. I cringed at how forced they were.

“Wow. That was cheesy as fuck.” I said bluntly.

“Yeah, sorry. It was last minute.” She nonchalantly admitted. “Anyway, my name’s Courtney and I’ll be your sexual rival tonight!…What was your name again?”

“Are you serious?” I asked the airhead rhetorically.

“I’m kidding, girl! Relax! The Boss told me all about you, Ash!” Courtney said with a smile full of pep. She had this cutesy tone in her voice and was a fast talker.

“Like what?” I asked, folding my arms beneath my massive melons.

“That you’re really hot, have big-ass tiddies and are a great fuck!” She said as she ogled me. “I can see so far that she was right about two of those things and I can’t wait to find out if the other is true!” She was talking so fast, I could barely keep up.

“Geez, girl. You need to lay off the caffeine.” I said. “Wait a second…” I looked at the logo on her uniform and just realized that it was for the Buchanan Badgers. My old college’s football team!

“You go to Buchanen?!” I asked her. “How old are you, anyway?”

“I’m 22, Chris Hansen. Thanks for asking.” She teased. “I was only introduced to the game after you graduated. It’s the greatest thing in the world! Cheerleading was fun but I really needed that extra thrill to take out all the excess energy I’ve got! How the Hell could you quit?! I can’t go one day without it! Did you really not miss it at all? I can’t even imagine! When did…?”

“Alright! Alright!” I said firmly. “One question at a time!”

“Okay, then…” She said, calming down. “Am I really your first match in three years?”

“Yep. Aren’t you lucky?” I asked sarcastically, letting my huge tits drop off of my arms.

“Wow. I sure am!” Courtney said. “The Boss wanted Floor 10 for herself and the rest of us had to pull numbers from a cup. I was lucky enough to get the first floor! Also, The Boss told us you were big but damn! You are gigantic! What cup size are you?”

“K.” I answered, bouncing them for her.

“Holy shit!” She said. “I’m just a D myself. Not bad but you’re like the Goddess of tits!”

“Why, thank you…My eyes are up here, B T Dubs.” I teased.

“Smartass…Also, why did you quit the game? The Boss wouldn’t tell us.” Courtney asked.

“None of your damn business!” I said defensively.

“Touchy, touchy…Or this that cliche blonde-brunette rivalry taking hold of you?” She teased.

“Why don’t you come here and find out, bimbo?” I challenged.

“I would be more than happy to.” She said, her fast-paced speech suddenly becoming slow and deliberate.

She took out her ponytail, letting her platinum locks fall to just above the crack of her ass. It was actually very common for nymphos to have long hair. It not only looks hotter, especially when sweaty and disheveled from sex but it adds to the theatrics of the fight. What slutty girl doesn’t like a good yank or giving another slutty girl a good yank in the middle of a match? Also, the sweaty feeling of the hair on your skin adds to the primal nature of the fight. Makes you feel dirty and hot. Just another reason why I love having long hair.

Courtney dropped her pom poms to the floor and slowly stripped off her uniform, letting her D cups bounce as she removed her top and her hair flying around. She had nice tits. Pink, suckable nipples. As she removed her shorts, she noticed that I was staring daggers at her.

“What’s that nasty look for?” She teased. “You’re about to lock up with a hot bitch for the first time in three years! You should be ecstatic!”

“I’m just here for my friend.” I said, lying. I admit that I was at least a little excited to be coming back to this life.

“Oh, yeah. I saw her. She has a great ass.” Courtney said as she removed her panties, showing her bright, pink little pussy.

“She sure does.” I said as I ogled the blonde’s sweet pudenda.

“Too bad The Boss has been hogging her.” Courtney said. “She said that the rest of us should save all of our libidos for you.”

“She was right. I hope you’re prepared.” I told her as I began to strip.

“You may be a fine piece of ass, Ash but you’ve still been out of practice for three years.” Courtney lectured. “Don’t get cocky.”

“You’re only half right on that, blondie.” I shot back. “I’ve fucked Shannon every day for almost the full three years.”

“Casual sex and competitive sex are very different.” Courtney lectured. “You already know this yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah. Save your lectures, professor.” I complained as I removed my shirt and my humungus jublies bounced back and forth.

“Dear Lord…” Courtney awed at my pride and joy. “You don’t wear a bra?! How do you stand all that bouncing and jiggling?!”

“I’m used to it. Had huge tits for my age since middle school. Bras are just constrictive and uncomfortable.”

“Shannon is one lucky bitch.” Courtney said. “Why don’t we start this off with a titfight?”

“K cup vs D cup. Gee, I wonder how that will turn out?” I said sarcastically.

“Size isn’t everything, babe.” Courtney lectured. “Skill is what wins the game.”

“Fine, whore. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I said arrogantly as I removed my shorts, revealing my brown labia and pink inner lips.

“Like what you see?” I asked, posing for her and flipping my thick, brown hair.

Courtney answered by marching right into me and colliding her tits with my own.

“Agh!”

“Ohh!” We both cooed at the touch.

My first time touching tits with another bitch competitively in three years. The feeling was…beyond words. Long forgotten pleasures were beginning to return to me. Memories of what felt like another lifetime. Courtney grinned and giggled as she ground her boobies back and forth across mine. Our nipples jousted as I felt like I was a million miles away. I was already beginning to drip down there.

“You like that?” Courtney teased. “You don’t get to be a cheerleader if you aren’t flexible enough for things like this.”

“Ohhhh…” I groaned.

I don’t know why I was spacing out so much. I’ve mashed breasts with Shannon a million times but this was…different. Was it really just the context of this being competitive that made such a difference to me? I felt as if I was about to pass out.

“Is that really all you’ve got?” Courtney mocked. “The Boss made you out to be some sexual superwoman but all it takes is some tit touching to overwhelm you?”

“Ugghhhh…Shut your cunt sucking sewer, you beach, blonde bimbo!” I shot back.

“Why don’t you make me?” She challenged.

“Gladly!”

I regained my composure, grabbed both sides of her face and pulled her into jam my tongue into her arrogant, fast-talking mouth. She was surprised but quickly got into the kiss. I had forgotten what it was like to kissfight. It was a little hard to kiss her due to the size of my boobs but not impossible. The only downside of having big tatas but not at all a deterrent. The euphoric rhythm of my tongue intertwining with my opponent’s. The sweet, almost candy-like taste of nympho spit. It was amazing. However, I didn’t get lost in the pleasure like last time. My competitive instincts returned to me like an old friend. I reached up to bury one hand into her flaxen locks and used the other to squeeze her ass as she did the same to me. Classic sexfighting position. Shannon’s booty made mine look pitiful but it was still certainly a fine piece of cheek meat on its own.

I pushed into her as our tongues and tits wrestled and we fell onto the matted floor, still not breaking our glorious, passionate, slutty, spitty kiss. Oh, God! I loved this so much! I could feel the sexual energy flowing through me like the force! At that moment, I felt like I could run a hundred, no, a thousand marathons! We rolled around the floor, occasionally touching the waxed hardwood of the gym as we wrestled, our sweaty, matted hair flying. The sound of grunting, moaning, lips popping and spit filled the echoey room. Finally, Courtney got on top of me and held my arms down as she broke our heavenly kiss, leaving a trail of drool.

“That’s it, baby!” She encouraged. “Let it all come back to you! Embrace your nymphomania! Let all your sluttiness out on me! Let your libido flow through your sexy body! Let all that energy explode in a glorious fireworks show of sex!”

“You have such a way with words.” I teased.

“Know what else this mouth of mine can do?” She asked rhetorically.

She then clamped her lips down on my engorged right nipple, suckling on it like it was her last meal.

“Ah! Fuck!” I yelped.

This girl was an animal. Shannon would suck my tits a lot but she was always loving and gentle. This girl was like a ravenous beast digging into her prey. I became so used to Shannon’s submissiveness, I had forgotten what it was like to roll around with another dom.

“Ow! You dirty, airheaded cunt!” I yelled as she chewed on my brown bud seemingly as hard as she could without causing any serious damage.

It had been so long since I locked my thighs with a nipple biter. She would twist it slightly with her teeth as her hand pinched, flicked and pulled at my left nipple. This girl’s cute, optimistic demeanor was a facade hiding a stone-cold freak. I pulled her hair to try and get her under control but she was latched on tight. As I closed my eyes and winced in pain and pleasure from her suckling and nibbling, she switched to the other nipple almost instantly. Damn, what a slut. I could feel her D cups pressing against my belly as she continued her feasting. I could feel a nipple orgasm coming and could hold it back no longer.

“Agh! Agh! AGGHHHHH!!!!! You fucking cunt…” I screamed as my nips secreted orgasmic fluid.

Courtney responded by bringing my K cups together to lick the juices from them both as I caught my breath, my long hair fanning out on the floor. Courtney got up and flipped her sweaty locks as she looked down on me both literally and figuratively.

“I know you have more than that, Ash.” She said with a serious tone. “Now get up and take your revenge!”

She was right. My opponent had drawn first blood and it filled me with the energy to keep going. I got up, my face aimed at the floor as I kept breathing heavily and my brown tresses curtained my blushing face. I flipped my hair and looked in her direction. She had a cocky smile and a look in her eyes that dared me to get payback.

“Be careful what you wish for, bitch.” I warned. “You just might get it and more.”

“Then come give it to me, you hot slut!” She dared.

I got up and marched towards her until we reached another fleshy collision. My lips jammed into hers as our breasts melded together again. She brought out her tongue to lick at my slutty lips and I retaliated. This culminated in a skanky tongue fight. Our tongues wrestled outside of our mouths, jabbing and sliding together as our spit pooled into our joined cleavage. Soon, I trapped her tongue with my lips and lustfully sucked on it with everything I had. We closed our eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as I kept sucking her tongue, tasting her sweet spit as I bobbed on it up and down, taking all of it into my mouth, which thirsted for her saliva. She then brought out lips together, starting another kissfight.

We bearhugged each other to push our mouths deeper into the kissing. It was amazing. Tongue-wrestling another bitch was always one of my favorite things to do. I had to resist the urge to just stop fighting and let this fine-ass cheerleader use me as her fuckbitch. Resisting temptation was one of the essential cores of sexfighting. I knew she was as into this as I was, judging by how hard she was kissing me and wrestling my tongue. I knew this had to escalate and I did exactly that.

Once again, I pushed into her, bringing her to the floor with myself on top of her and broke our kiss with a moan from both of us. I looked down at her slutty face as my long, sweaty hair curtained us both. She had a look on her face that screamed “Give it all to me!” and who was I to deny a fellow girl in need? I aligned our tits and our pussies and brought them together in a legendary kiss of female flesh.

“Ohhhh!!!” I moaned.

“Ahhhhh!!!!” And so did she.

Our lower lips enclosed on each other, bringing back a euphoric feeling that was out of this world. You know that scene from Ratatouille when the critic eats the ratatouille and is brought back to his childhood? That’s the best possible way I can describe how grinding cunts with this blonde bimbo felt. A wave of nostalgic bliss consumed me as our pussies kissed. It was out of this world. I needed more! More of my body against hers! More fusion! More collisions! More joining! More everything! I had to have it! I had to!

I humped into her as she did the same to me. Our hair and tits bouncing and flowing as I dove down to kiss her again. Tongue-to-tongue. Nipple-to-nipple. Cunt-to-cunt. As we pulled each other’s hair and squeezed and spanked each other’s asses. This was it. This was heaven. This was the ultimate experience that any woman could have! Again, we rolled around as our cunts wrestled and finally, our clits came together.

“Mmmmm!!!!” We both screamed into each other’s mouths.

Our pleasure buds ground against each other, setting the rest of our cunts on fire but now I’m running out of words to describe how good I felt, so let’s cut to the chase. Our twats rumbled like an inner earthquake as our orgasms finally reached us. Our pupils rolled back into our heads as we shot our juices inside each other and then separated. We both huffed and puffed as we recovered from such an overwhelming, mutual climax. Our hair fanned out on the floor as we stared at the ceiling. It was like we just reached Nirvana. And I mean the actual, Buddhist Nirvana, not the grunge band. We let out one last exhale as we turned our heads to look at each other’s gorgeous faces.

Courtney was a mess. Her face red from the brutal fucking she just experienced. Her hair was messy, sweaty and disheveled and her eyes looked like she just huffed a dank joint. Although, I doubt I looked any better. My pride and joy lightly bounced as I breathed and gave her more bedroom eyes. I still wasn’t satisfied and knew she wasn’t either.

“Damn…You are good…” I complimented.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this in three years?” She asked rhetorically. “Once a nympho, always a nympho, I guess.”

I got up, already regaining my energy as she did the same. This cheerleading slut wasn’t done getting fucked by me just yet.

“You ready for the next round, cunt?” I asked her with a devious smile on my perverted face.

“Always ready, clit-licker. Always ready.” She said with a similar expression.

“Oh, I’m a clit-licker, alright. Why don’t I prove it to you?” I dared.

Before she could react, I tackled her by the legs back to the floor again. I put her into a position where her legs were in the air and her pretty, pink pussy was staring me dead in the face. I did what any horny nympho would do with such a lovely cunt in my face and dove right in.

“Ughhhh!!! You slimy bitch!” She cried. She tried to reach to pull my hair but this awkward position made it impossible.

My upper lips devoured her lower lips as my tongue exploded every inch of her pleasure center. Every girl has their own vaginal flavor. Shannon’s was more tangy but Courntey’s was actually quite sweet. Almost like cherry candy. Damn, she tasted good! I flexed my tongue up, down, left and right. She wrapped her legs around my head to try and drag us both down and it worked. I guess she hoped that it would disconnect my tongue from her cunt but you can’t always get what you want. My giant breasts kept my face elevated as my tongue now reached her clit. I could feel her shivering from the contact.

“Fine, bitch! You said you were a clit-licker! Show it to me!” She dared.

Ask and you shall receive, blondie. I jabbed and poked my tongue into her pleasure bud, still drooling into her twat as my spit and her juices intertwined. Her legs covered my ears but I could hear the muffled sounds of her yelping and grinned into her pussy with self-satisfaction. She was my prisoner of pleasure. Her back arched and bucked. I knew what that meant. Her orgasmic fluids came rushing through her vaginal canal and onto my pretty face. Her juices swam through my skin and into my drenched hair. I finally pulled away from my opponent and looked down at her as she had done to me.

The ego boost of giving my rival an orgasm rushed through me. Courtney’s hair was matted to her skin and covering her face as she hyperventilated on the floor. The sight of your opponent reeling from the orgasm you had just given them is what every nympho wants to see. Still, the energy just wouldn’t dissipate. I wanted more. Needed more. And by God, I would get more.

“Come on, blondie, get up!” I commanded. “I know you can do better than that!”

“Not over till the fat lady sings, bitch!” Courtney said as she got up, flipped her drenched hair back and faced me again.

“Sexfighting isn’t just about giving but also receiving.” Courtney said. “You can dish it but can you also take it?”

“Get down on your knees and see for yourself, bimbo!” I challenged.

“Now who should be careful what they wish for?” She said sarcastically.

She crawled towards me slowly and intensely. Like a lion stalking a wildebeest.

“Spread ’em, bitch.” She ordered with a fierce tone.

I did just that. I lied down in the same position that she had and let her approach me. As her face was inches away from my sweet, juicy pussy, she stared at and admired it. She gently ran her finger across my labia, getting a feel for it. I knew she was impressed. I have an amazing pussy. That’s not me bragging. That’s a fact. She then gained a sly grin as without warning, she dove her face and tongue inside me like a madwoman.

“Ohhh! That’s it! Eat me like the thirsty whore that you are!” I cried as I gripped her hair through the sweat,

She had the same cunt-eating technique as me. Ravenous, ruthless and relentless. She loudly slurped and slobbered all over my twat. Holy shit, she was good. A big, hard cock is nice but nothing beats a skilled bitch’s tongue. She pulled her tongue in and out again and again like she was fucking me. I looked down and could see a mix of her spit and my fluids oozing down her pink tongue. It was sloppy, nasty and beautiful. She dove in again, firmly licking up and up and up, feasting on me like a popsicle.

“Maybe you blondes are good for something after all.” I teased. She retaliated by nibbling my clit.

“Ow! Last time I pay you a compliment, you clit-biting skank!”

She continued her cunnilingus as her long, sweaty hair covered my inner thighs like a blanket. I could feel her D cups resting on each side of my lower lips. This girl could eat. She then focused all of her oral skills on my clit, wrapping her sweet, spitty lips around it, drooling down my pussy as she bobbed and poked at my pleasure bud. I was impressed. Courtney could give as well as take. Soon, my orgasm enveloped me and I could feel it swimming through my body down to my cunt.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ughhhhh!!! Fuck!” I screeched as I came, splashing Courtney’s face.

I could see my jizz flowing down her skin and soaking her blonde hair. Now that’s a sight to see after getting head.

“Okay, bitch. Not bad.” I admitted. “We can both give and take…but what about giving and taking at the same time?”

“I guess we’ll have to find out, won’t we, you skanky brunette?”

“I guess we will, you slutty blonde!”

We got up and then back down in a horizontal 69 position. Perfectly even. I was so fucking ready to swallow her juices again! We simultaneously dove in, our drenched hair covering each other’s legs and our breasts as we slurped, slobbered and lickdd every nook and cranny that our slurty tongues could possibly reach. We grabbed each other’s ass cheeks firmly as our fingers sank into our rival’s booty meat. Her tongue in my pussy constantly encouraged me to eat harder and faster. We just ate and ate and ate. The rest of the world ceased to exist. Right now, nothing mattered more to us than the delicious cunt that was right in front of us. Soon, we added fingers and even fisted each other. Our clits were nibbled, jabbed, poked, licked, pinched, prodded and more.

Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm swept upon us but we didn’t even notice. We were utterly coated in each other’s fluids, to the point where we could feel our own juices dripping off of the other girl and onto us. Our fatigue soon began to catch up with us, however. I could feel her licking slowing down as my own did. Eventually, we could handle no more and pulled apart. We had to have been 69ing for at least an hour and a half. We again hyperventilated as we stared off into space. We then got up and crawled towards each other, both knowing what the other nympho wanted. We kissed lovingly and passionately, sharing the taste of each other’s cunts mixed with each other’s spit.

We kept at it for a few minutes until I reached down to finger her again. She moaned into my mouth as she retaliated. We kept fingering each other in one final test of endurance. We lost track of time once again as we kept cumming into each other’s fingers. She broke our kiss to groan and scream at my fingering. I bent down to lick her D cups as she kept cummimg again and again, until finally…She dropped to the floor, passed out.

It was over. I couldn’t believe it. My first sexfight in three years and I had won. I felt more than pretty good about myself. However, without my opponent motivating me to stay awake, my own exhaustion had hit me like a truck and I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty hair curtaining us as we drifted off to dreamland. A few hours later, I awoke and looked at her still cuddled up to me, smiling down at me.

“You win.” She admitted.

“I guess I did.” I said casually.

“If this is how good you are after three years of being out of it, I’d love to have bumped cunts with you back in your heyday.”

“You know the terms, right?” I asked her.

“Yes. I will be your plaything until morning tomorrow…Just promise me a rematch sometime.”

“I’ll think about it.” I joked.

“Bitch!” She said, giggling.

We both got up and Courtney guided me to the door at the back of the room, revealing a bedroom with a sink, shower, bath and a cabinet full of food. We both looked at each other deviously and climbed into the two-person bed, giggling like slutty schoolgirls.

“I’m all yours, baby. Use me however you please.” Courtney said as she opened her arms and legs for her mistress.

“Oh, I’ll use you until you break and then replace you with another toy on the next floor!” I teased.

I joined her and I fucked her like a sexdoll until the sun set and we both drifted off to sleep. Morning came and we both showered separately. We would’ve had fun but we decided that I had to save my energy for the next floor. As I dried off, she began to comb my hair and we chatted.

“How was I?” She asked.

“I’ve had worse.” I teased. “Ow!” I yelped as she deliberately hit a snag in my hair.

“You may have beaten me but I was amazing and you know it! You wouldn’t have fucked me non-stop last night if I wasn’t!”

“Okay, okay! Calm your suckable tits! You were great!”

“Thank you.” She said firmly. “So, are you back in the game now?”

I gained a sullen expression.

“I guess I have no choice.” I said with a somber tone.

“What’s the matter, sexy?” Courtney asked as she continued combing my hair.

Last night was a ton of fun but I also felt guilty about being pulled back in. I felt like a rehab graduate that had just relapsed. You’re probably wondering what the Hell happened to make me so reluctant to come back to something I loved so much. Well, once again, I’ll tell you later, you impatient bastard! I’m telling you stories of me fucking other hot bitches to exhaustion! Least you could do is let me tell it the way I want!

“Oh, just bummed that I missed out on this for three years.” I lied to her.

“You didn’t want to tell me why and I’ll respect your wishes, you hot, brunette cunt.” Courtney said pleasantly.

“Thanks, you fine-ass, blonde bimbo.” I said equally sweetly. “Now you answer one of my questions.”

“Shoot.” Courtney said as she finished combing and was now fixing my hair with her hands.

“What is it about the game that you love so much? The Boss said all of the girls on these floors are here to teach me a lesson about the wonders of the game. What’s your lesson?”

“Well, if you haven’t noticed by now, I have a lot of energy.” She said sarcastically. “One day after the finest cheer routine of my life, The Boss approached me and told me all about the game. Said it was a great way to release all of my inner energy. Strangely enough, I agreed with her. I guess it helped that she was the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. So, I got addicted and never looked back.”

“Is that it?” I asked as she ran her fingers through my hair.

“Well, think about it. I can release all of my hyperactive bitchiness on willing participants and I get to fuck to exhaustion at the same time. What’s not to love?”

“I see your point.” I admitted. She wasn’t wrong. Something about her brought all of my old nympho energy back and I had to release all of it and what better outlet than her beautiful cunt?

“All done!” She said in the same girly, cutesy tone she originally greeted me with.

“I guess this is goodbye.” I said.

“Oh, no, girl!” She protested. “You owe me a rematch! A long, filthy, sweaty, spitty, cummy rematch! And even if I win, I want another rematch to break the tie!”

“Alright, alright, you insatiable slut!” I relented. “Now could you scan your eye for me, so I could get to the next floor?”

“I’d love to, baby!” She said sweetly.

She bounced out of bed and skipped towards the elevator as I ogled her naked ass. I guess I do owe her that rematch. Or maybe a million rematches. Then I cursed myself for thinking like an addict again. She put her eye in the scanner, giving me access to the next floor.

“Bye, hun! And thanks for a great match!” She said.

“Likewise.”

We hugged and then passionately kissed for about 30 seconds before I went into the elevator. She slapped my ass as I walked away.

“You’re so getting that rematch, bitch!” I said as she arrogantly waved goodbye and the elevator doors closed.

Thoughts raced through my mind. I had a new sexual rival. I loved fucking her. Anyone with a brain could see that. But was I really about to embrace my old addiction again? I shook it off and looked at the digital text above the elevator. It said:

Floor 2: The Hippie

As I saw the codename of my next opponent and the elevator ascended, more thoughts flooded through my mind of what I would face next. A hippie, huh? Oh, this should be interesting. As the doors opened, the smell of incense filled my nostrils and I saw a Japanese themed room complete with cherry blossom trees, matts on the floor for sitting, a large pond in the middle of the room with a bridge over it and sitting just in front of it was my opponent. She was a stereotypical hippie. A redhead with long, thick hair down to her shapely ass, a plaid top showing off some rather impressive tits and cutoff jean shorts highlighting that same shapely ass I just mentioned. She also wore a red headband to match her hair. She was sitting in a cliche meditation position. Eyes closed, crossed legs and her arms crossed under her nice rack. As if she could sense my arrival, she opened her eyes and stared right at me. Her eyes were hazel and had a gentle feel to them. Her stare was almost hypnotic. One of us had to break the burning silence, so I just got it over with.

“So, I take it you’re “The Hippie”? I asked as I approached her.

“That’s me, hun.” She answered as she continued ogling me. Can’t say I blame her. I am pretty stunning.

“But you can call me Rose. I’m 27 years old and I sense a great deal of internal conflict and anxiety within you, Ashley.”

I wanted to tell her to mind her own damn business but honestly, she read me like a book.

“Well, given my situation, can you blame me?” I asked rhetorically as I sat in front of her.

“Your voluptuous friend has been having the time of her life on the top floor, sweetheart. The Boss is very hospitable towards her guests.”

The image of those two having fun both deeply frustrated and deeply aroused me.

“And you just won your first sexfight in three years. You enjoyed every moment of it, I can tell. And you have so many more to go. Why fight your love of the game?” Rose lectured.

“I take no joy in indulging in old addictions.” I lied.

“Please, girl. I can tell you have sluttiness flowing through your veins.” She denounced. I rolled my eyes downwards in guilt.

“Hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She reassured me. “This addiction is completely harmless.”

“I guess so.” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “But I have my own reasons for walking away.”

“Of course, hun. I won’t judge you.” Rose said. “Besides, I already know exactly what your reasons are.”

“You do?!” I asked, my heart starting to race.

“No, babe! I’m kidding!” Rose said, laughing. “Just because I’m a hippie doesn’t make me a psychic!”

“Bitch.” I said bitterly.

“Hey, now, let’s not get hostile…At least not yet.”

“Why not? We both know why I’m here. I say we cut the shit.” I said as I was about to start stripping.

“Well, why don’t we get to know each other first? We have all night.” Rose suggested.

“I don’t really see the point, red.”

“Well, think of it this way. Fucking a stranger can be nice and kinky but fucking someone that you know better is more fulfilling overall, wouldn’t you say?”

“Hmm…Alright, you win.” I relented. She wasn’t exactly wrong about that either. I’ll fuck any bitch with a pretty face but there is a certain magic to grinding pussies with a bitch that you are more acquainted with.

“Wonderful!” She said as she got up off of her mat. “You just wait right there while I get some things to make this bonding session complete!”

As she turned around, I got an eye full of her sweet ass through her ripped jean shorts. Not bad at all. Nice legs too. She was gone for less than a minute, walking back towards me with her hands behind her back. She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face as she pulled her hands back out.

“Ta da!” She said as she held out a joint and a lighter.

“Huh.” I said. “I was expecting toys or naked pics but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“First time?” She asked. I nodded.

“I heard it can fuck up your memory if you’re under 25…but I’m 25 now, so…What the fuck?”

Just as I was about to light up…It hit me.

“Hold the damn phone!” I said as I stood up and glared at her.

“How do I know you’re not doing this to fuck with my performance?! Or to get me to confess my reasons for quitting?!”

“Geez, girl. You really do need this.” She joked. “You remind me of my sister. Always seeing ulterior motives.”

“You gonna answer my question, fire crotch?” I ordered.

“Well, as you can tell, I can read people. It isn’t some hippie magic. I’m a psychology major. And I have a strong feeling that your secrets are so personal to you that you wouldn’t even divulge them when you’re high as a kite.” Rose explained.

“Besides, I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that. We psychologists are taught that people will talk about their problems when they’re good and ready. I don’t need to hear it yet. Besides, if I wanted to weaken your performance, I wouldn’t be lighting up with you, now would I?”

“Yeah…That makes sense…Thanks for understanding and…Sorry.” I said shamefully.

“Don’t worry about it, Ash!” She said, regaining her pretty smile. “I could never stay mad at someone with a rack like yours!”

We both laughed.

“Oh and one last thing.” She interrupted. “That pond underneath the bridge? It’s heated. Care for a dip?”

“I’d love to.” I said.

We both began to strip and finally get a good look at each other’s hot bodies. Rose took out her headband and waved her dark, crimson, blood-red locks all around, looking sexy. Her tits were also a nice view. She caught me looking and giggled.

“I’m an E. And I’m guessing you’re a K?” She asked.

“You’d be right.” I confirmed.

As we finished stripping, we got one last look at each other. Rose was like an angel. As she was mesmerized by my tits, I saw that she even had reddish nipples and her pussy was also red. No wonder her parents named her Rose. This girl had more red on her than a sith lightsaber. As we finished our mutual ogling, we grabbed our joints and lighters and sank into the heated, artificial pond. We both cooed as the heated water covered our flawless skin, gave us goosebumps and hardened our nipples.

“Before we get baked, I want us to get to know each other better.” Rose said. “Let’s share stories of our sexual conquests! I don’t want any weed impeding our memories of that.”

“Is there anything better to talk about than all the hoes we’ve fucked?” I asked rhetorically.

We told each other of our various carnal exploits like we were two hardened soldiers sharing war stories. I was really starting to like Rose. She just gave me good and trustworthy vibes. I felt comfortable around her. I really should introduce her to Shannon after this is all over. We could have epic threesomes. After we felt the ice was broken enough, we finally got good and fried. The feeling was…unreal. Like I had forgotten where I was and why. I just focused on the here and now. Our memories were still solid enough to tell each other of our more recent endeavors with other babes. I told her all about Shannon, our history and our present. She was a good listener. Shannon then told me of her own past. She was in high school when her parents split up. The divorce was very ugly and her and her sister took it very badly. She then said that she didn’t want to talk about that anymore and that she has secrets of her own. I respected her wishes. We then just stared off into space as the weed began to wear off. Our long hair swimming around the water…

“You know…” I began in a sultry voice. “There was one encounter of mine that I didn’t tell you about.”

“Oh?” She asked, teasingly.

“There was a time when I outfucked some redhead hippie in a Japanese room while we were both high.”

“That reminds me of the time I fucked down some arrogant brunette with giant tits in a very similar environment.” She teased back.

“Shall we begin our stories at the same time?” I offered as we swam closer to each other.

She didn’t answer me as our bodies came together. Our brown and red nipples gently touched as our wet brown and red hair continued to swim in the water. Our mouths sealed each other as our tongues wrestled. We could still just barely taste the weed in the other girl’s mouth. Our thighs came up against our opponent’s pussy under the water. We continued this enjoyable position for a long time. Lost in a land of pleasure as we wrapped our arms around each other in a mutual bearhug. We kept this up until we both came at the same time under the water, feeling it just barely against our legs. We finally broke apart, our lips leaving a trail of drool as the high had finally faded away. Our eyes gained a fierce, determined stare as we knew that the time for talking was over. Now was the time for action.

Without a word, we got out of the pond and she led me to a building that looked like a samurai’s home. Really, this whole place reminded me of that one level from Metal Gear Rising. She opened the sliding door and we both went inside. The room resembled a cliche dojo with a matted floor and plenty of room. Perfect for playing the game. The relative darkness and isolation of the room was intense. All we could focus on was each other. Rose bowed to me, her crimson hair falling in front of her as she did. I rolled my eyes but reciprocated the bow, my own brown hair falling in front of me as we then stared each other down, daring the other slut to make the first move.

I’ve never been patient, so I was the one to break the tension. I marched right into her, my K cups joining with her E cups. Brown and pink nipples gently jousting and rolling over each other. We both cooed at this delicious contact of succulent, female flesh. I caressed her arm, feeling her soft, soothing skin until my hand was buried in her red locks. With the other arm, I caressed downwards until it reached her fine ass and I palmed it gently. I felt so alive as my fingers were consumed by the feeling of soft, silky tresses and thick ass meat. She reciprocated, diffing her hand into my thick brunette hair and sinking her fingers into my left cheek. We smiled at each other before beginning another passionate, lustful kiss.

This one was more intense than the first one. We straight-up rammed our tongues down each other’s throats, loudly slurping as they wrestled and drooling over each other’s sexy faces. This time, she made a new move herself and pulled us together so that our lower lips would join our upper lips in kissing.

“Mmmm!” We both moaned.

A standing trib was usually not ideal for me but I’ll never complain when grinding pussies with another hot bitch. We both took our one hand out of each other’s hair to grip the other ass cheek, so we could pull ourselves further into the tribbing. Her pussy felt so good. So gentle, smooth and best of all, juicy! Our fluids ran down our thighs as our pudenda mashed together. We used our hands to spread our asses and by extension, our cunts wider and we began humping each other.

“Hmmmffff!!!”

“Ummmm!!!!” We both moaned, still muffled by our kissing.

Our inner labia swallowed each other as finally, our cits had joined and it was glorious! I felt my eyes almost roll back into my head with pleasure as our sex buds jousted. Every tiny bit of contact felt like a taser of orgasmic glory being unleashed throughout my body. I can only imagine that Rose felt the same. Our knees began to weaken and we descended down to a kneeling position before our climaxes finally reached us and we screamed into each other’s mouths as our secretions coated our crotches and upper legs.

We finally broke apart as we caught our breath. Just the first orgasm of the night and I desperately needed more. I wanted to fuck this hot hippie into a puddle of her own juices and then fuck her some more! I turned my head and once again we stared at each other. Our flowing hair fanning out all over the floor behind us. The look on her face it seemed was begging me to continue ravishing her.

“You ready for round two, you sweet piece of pussy?” I asked rhetorically.

“Does this answer your question, you big-titted hoe?” She answered before she pounced on me and buried her face into my cleavage.

I was caught completely off guard as she grabbed my pride and joy and used them to squeeze her head in between. She shook her head left and right as she blew raspberries into my cleavage, motorboating me.

“That tickles, fire crotch!” I shouted as I began to giggle. Her hair tickling the sides of my boobs wasn’t helping.

There are some disadvantages to having enormous breasts…Just kidding. It’s totally worth it. I would’ve kept protesting but her head was so swallowed by my tatas that I doubt she could even hear me anymore. She just kept spitting, licking and kissing all over. The feeling was out of this world. I then decided to take it up a notch. I hugged her into my breasts, pushing her further and further into my chest in an attempt to smoke her out. She retaliated by reaching back, grabbing my pride and joy and kneading them roughly like two bigass piles of pizza dough.

“Agh!” I grunted as she manhandled me.

She squeezed her fingers deep in like she was handling a pair of water balloons. I hugged her deeper into my cleavage. Soon, she had to come up for air and finally pulled herself away from me, lying down on the floor and catching her breath. I looked down at her on the ground.

“That was an interesting tactic, red.” I admitted. “But let me show you how a real nympho uses her mouth.”

I bent down as she was still regaining her energy and spread her fine legs open, revealing her ripe, red twat. I licked my lips with hunger before I slammed my mouth over her sweet, delicious pleasure center, jamming my tongue deep inside the plump, juicy orifice.

“Oh! You hot, cunt-licking slut!” Rose cried as I continued to eat her out ravenously.

My brown hair covered her lower thighs like a blanket as she pulled on it in a feeble attempt to get control of me. My spit and her juices mixed as I feasted on my prey. She tasted like pot and rainbows.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Fuck!” She groaned as I grabbed her ass cheeks to pull her tasty cunt further into my slutty mouth.

I licked in a compass pattern. North. South. East. West. All over her, not even attempting to control my drool. Goddamn, was she delicious! I could eat her pussy all day! However, the match comes first. I licked from her lower pudenda all the way up to her clit and enclosed my lips over it. I kissed and sucked it with everything I had.

“Ohhhhh!!!! Gooooooddddd!!!!!” She shrieked.

I knew her orgasm was coming on. It was only a matter of time. I kept at it for only about thirty seconds and then finally, with loud panting, her cunt burst and my face and hair were both coated with her hippie juices. As the last of her fluids either covered me or were swallowed by me, I got up and looked down at my hyperventilating rival. The sight of your opponent covered in your juices was a sure sign of damaged pride for any sexfighter. Nymphos often see being bukkaked by their rival as a badge of pride. Sort of like battle trophies for us. Needless to say, I was feeling more than a little proud of myself right about now.

“Not bad, Ash.” Rose admitted as she caught her breath. “You can definitely eat pussy…But you’re not the only one.”

“Then why don’t you show me?” I challenged as I walked up to her and then sat on her face in a display of pride.

She gained a fierce grin as she immediately gripped the sides of my legs and slammed her mouth straight into my experienced cunt.

“Ugh!” I grunted as I instantly regretted being so arrogant.

Rose ate me in a way I hadn’t been eaten in years. Her tongue was like a hard cock that was impaling my poor, defenseless pussy. It swam in, out and all around my insides like a trapped animal. She gripped my legs so hard that I couldn’t turn around to make this a 69 duel. I was utterly helpless against her oral onslaught. All I could do was just barely use my long hair to slightly tickle her clit but that was nothing. She slurped and slobbered all over my twat, wiggling her tongue with speed comparable to a vibrator. I felt every nerve and muscle tense with euphoric release, my pleasure building higher and higher on the scale. I was her prisoner of sex and both loved and hated that fact.

I tried to pry her hands off of my legs but it was like they were welded down. So, I reached behind me to fondle her E cup tits. Anything to try and dish out some pleasure on her. It had to be better than nothing. I flicked, pinched and prodded her pink nubs but then she brought out the big guns. She added both index fingers to the mix. Pushing them into my helpless twat, flexing, flicking and digging for gold.

“Aggggghhhhh!!!! Fucking hippie cunt!” I screeched as my orgasm consumed me.

I felt my climax flow through my body and finally out my pussy as it flowed out and drenched the redhead’s lovely face and hair. She finally released my legs as I fell to her side, huffing and puffing from my beautiful release of carnal pleasure. She gently lied on top of me as I felt her body wet from my fluids all over me. She nuzzled against me and began gently, slowly licking my engorged nipples and lovingly playing with my breasts as I stroked her wet, matted hair. The sight was straight out of porn. Two hot nymphos cuddling, smeared in each other’s pussy juices.

“You definitely can eat cunt, fire crotch.” I admitted.

“Why, thank you, hun. You’re not so bad yourself.” She said as she circled her fingers around my areolas lovingly.

“Round two goes to you. I can’t deny that.” I said as I continued running my fingers through her damp locks. “But I hope you’ve got more for me than that, Rose.”

“Oh, I can fuck all day, babe!” Rose assured me. “This is what I live for! And I know it’s what you live for too.”

I ignored her and gained a determined look in my face as I pounced on her once again. We quickly joined together in a catball. A rolling ball of sexual warfare as all of our erogenous zones once again collided in a smorgusboard of female pleasure. At that moment, I was consumed by the delicious pleasure of another hot bitch’s slutty body against my own slutty body. Our cunts kissed once again as we rolled all around the dark dojo. We alternated between top and bottom more times than I could count. Our hair bounced and flew all over the place as our perverted tongues wrestled viciously and without mercy before we took our turns sucking said tongues like cocks. Oh, God! It was so amazing! So beautiful! Like there nothing in the entire world except me and this hot redhead fucking each into oblivion! I could do this for days! Weeks! Months! Years!

We pulled each other’s thick, sweaty hair, stabbed our sharpened nipples together and into each other’s areolas, squeezed and spanked each other’s firm, meaty ass cheeks and our twats swallowed each other whole. These were feelings I had experienced multiple times before but each time felt like the first time. It never lost its magic. It was pure heavenly bliss. We rolled over each other so much that we had actually left the dojo and were now back in the garden room. We didn’t care. All that was on either of our minds was extracting as much pleasure and juices out of each other as humanly possible. Nothing would get in our way.

We eventually reached the bridge across the pond in which we soaked just before this all began. Poetic. We finally broke our sloppy, ravenous kiss but continued to slide and stab our tongues at each other playfully. This hippie slut knew how to use her mouth, let me tell you. I honestly can’t explain it. You’d have to be orally pleasured by her yourself to truly understand the extent of such intense skill. As we breathed heavily and drooled into each other’s faces, I broke from her, quickly brought both legs up to my shoulders. The sly look on her face told me that she knew what I had planned. I gave her the same look as I pulled my hips back and then unleashed a mighty hump on her slutty pussy.

“Ugh!“ She groaned. “That’s it, baby! Give it to me! Give it to me if you think you can!”

“You asked for it, bitch.” I teased. “I’m gonna turn your insides into whipped cream!”

I continued my merciless humping, grinding and rubbing my labia into hers with all of my nympho powers. She turned her head, bobbed up and down, making her E cup jubblies bounce and jiggle. At first, she was pretty submissive but then she started to hump me back. I moaned and quickly got in the groove. She wants a pussyfight, I’ll give her a pussyfight! Our lower lips joined in the deepest, most explorative and lustful kiss that either of sex-crazed minds could think of. Our clits wrestled and bashed together like magnets, unwilling to break apart. Our juices filled each other’s twats as we kept fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking like the hot bitches in heat that we were.

“Agh! Agh! Agh!” I grunted.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” She groaned.

The all too familiar sound of feminin moans filled the room, as well as the sloppy sounds of two horny cunts sloshing over each other. We had orgasmed into each other multiple times. We didn’t even bother keeping track. We were just so beyond absorbed in our delicious game. I came. She came. I came. She came. It was a marathon of orgasmic glory that we hoped would never come to an end. However, after one particularly strong orgasm, in which I could feel Rose’s fluids shooting up my vaginal canal, I noticed that her eyes began to waver. This was my chance! I increased the speed of my tribbing, diving my labia deeper and deeper into her’s.

“Uhhh…” She groaned quietly. She didn’t seem to have the stamina to shout any louder.

I pulled back and humped.

“Ugh!” She moaned.

I pulled back and humped.

“Agh!” She groaned.

I pulled back and humped.

“FUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!” She screamed as she blew her load inside me for one final time.

Her eyelids closed as she finally gave in, fading into a deep sleep. I came down on top of her and rested my head on her E cups as we lied on that Japanese bridge. This was a very different match from Courtney. With that blonde bimbo, I felt a constant rush. Like my excitement to outfuck her was never ending. With Rose, it was the opposite extreme. I found her so likable and endearing to be around. I felt like she was one of my closest friends. She just seemed so trustworthy. And she was right. Fucking a girl you know well is much more fulfilling than fucking a complete stranger. I soon drifted off into her bountiful bosom. A few hours had passed and we had both woken up in each other’s arms, caressing each other’s disheveled hair.

“You were everything I expected and more, babe.” Rose said as she gave me a quick kiss.

“You were great yourself.” I said. “And I hope you’ll be great for the rest of the night too.”

“Let’s go to my bedroom, so you can use me to your pussy’s content, hottie.” She said teasingly.

We got up and went to the backroom where the bed, shower and food all was. Rose got on the bed and gave me deeply seductive eyes. I got on top of her and after experiencing her legendary cunnilingus skills for myself, I decided to make her eat me out all night long. It was out of this world. Sometimes, I would reward her by turning around to give her some licking too. We kept this up until we passed out once again. As we woke up, we quickly showered together, rubbing and scrubbing each other deeply before cuddling back in bed. She felt so good to cuddle with.

“So, now that that’s all over, what’s your story, red?” I asked.

“What?” Rose asked, confused.

“You’re supposed to give your side of this, you know? Explain what it is about the game that you love so much.” I reminded her.

“Oh, yeah.” She said. “Well, I guess you’ve earned my trust by now, sweet tits.”

“After my parents split up, I sank into a deep depression. Eventually, to take my mind off of it, I started doing things besides weed. I was in bad shape. My addiction consumed me. One day, I was flat broke but hurting for my next fix. So, I tried to mug this hot lady I randomly encountered. Strangely though, she read me like a book and told me that my life didn’t have to be this way. For some reason, I believed her. She just gave me really good vibes. I explained everything to her. She said that there is another way to feel good again. We started meeting and that’s when she introduced me to the game…And I never looked back.”

“That lady was the boss, I’m guessing?” I asked.

“That’s right. She changed my life by introducing me to this wonderful anti-drug. I know you were ashamed of being addicted but this is the greatest addiction there is! No overdoses, no health detracts and it doesn’t even cost money most of the time! It’s given me a new way of looking at the world and I cannot thank The Boss enough for it. You felt the same during our match, didn’t you?”

My eyes said it all. The feelings and pleasures I experienced while fuckfighting Rose were basically narcotic. No other vice could hope to match it. And she was right. This addiction was as harmless as it gets.

“Believe me, girl. Everyone has their vices. We all need something. Why not this? You have every right to enjoy such a delicious hobby to the fullest. No one’s getting hurt by it. Quite the opposite, in fact! Think of all the hot nymphos in the world that would love to lock thighs with you! Who are you to deny them your sexy body and your hotass rack?”

“Okay, you’ve made your point.” I said, giggling. “And like I said, I’ll let you know once we’re done here.”

“Glad to hear it! Now let me give you access to the next floor!” Rose said as she got up.

We went up to the elevator and she bent over to scan her eye into the machine. I resisted the urge to start fucking her doggy style. The elevator opened.

“There you go, babe!” She said. “Best of luck on the next floor and thanks for the great fuckfight!”

“You too, fire crotch.” I said as we hugged tightly and then kissed. As I got into the elevator, Rose gave me one last surprise.

“Oh and once you reach my sister eventually, tell her I said you were great!” Rose said as the doors closed.

I couldn’t even respond. Were all these bitches going to leave me with a shock just before I entered the next floor? In the heat of our romp, I had totally forgotten that she said she had a sister. Sister nymphos. Now that’s pretty hot. Maybe they’ll be down for a fourway with me and Shannon after this. Anyway, I looked at the text above the elevator door which revealed my next conquest.

Floor 3: The Athlete

So, my next conquest is an athlete, eh? Sounds like she’ll be a good challenge, at least. I’ve never been one for sports myself. Mostly because they all make me K cups jiggle like an earthquake. Swimming is nice, though. Still, I keep in shape well enough. You don’t get a body like mine scarfing burgers on the couch all day. As the elevator door opened, it revealed an exercise room with mats all over. It was kinda like Courtney’s floor except it seemed more gymnastics themed. As I looked around for my opponent, I saw what looked like a boxing ring and just next to it was a voluptuous, black girl pounding a punching bag. She wore a violet tracksuit which highlighted one of the best rear ends I’ve ever seen in my life. Now that was a traffic stopping ass if I’ve ever seen one. I think she might even rival Shannon in the booty department.

Her hair was long, smooth and jet black raven, descending down to the small of her back. As expected, her body was toned and nicely muscular. As she turned in my direction, her brown eyes gave off a look of sheer supremacy. They screamed “I’m the master”. Her tits looked to be at least a DD. She must have a hell of a good sports bra. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and approached me, shaking her hair.

“Well, look who it is. The quitter.” She mocked. I hated her already.

“Hello to you too, bitch.” I shot back. “And I still outfucked two nymphos on my way here. What makes you think you’ll be any different?”

“Well, first I think introductions should be made.” She said. “My name’s Donna. I’m 26 years old, a DD cup and a player of every sport you can think of. Swimming, boxing, volleyball, wrestling, biking, MMA and of course, the greatest sport of them all, sexfighting.”

“Well, good for you, ms. overachiever.” I mocked. “But can you lock thighs with me and win?”

“Your last two opponents had very different views on the game than I do.” Donna explained. “They see it more as fun and don’t get me wrong, it’s plenty fun but me? I play to win.”

“Well, after this you may resort to pulling a Lance Armstrong next time.” I teased.

“Oh, I can’t wait to grind your smartass cunt into paste.” Donna said. “Why don’t we step into that ring and get right down to business?”

“Can’t wait to get your pussy whipped, can you?” I mocked.

“I don’t think I have anything to worry about from a flunkie who ran out on the game for three years.” Donna shot back.

“I got my reasons for that, cunt. Let’s just get it on already!” I insisted.

“Your funeral.”

We both climbed into the boxing ring and stood at opposite corners. I could hear the Rocky theme playing in my head. We both striped down quickly and that’s when I couldn’t help but ogle her fine body. Her abs were prominent and her tits were nice and perky. Her nipples and pussy were dark brown in contrast to her medium brown skin. I could tell that she was checking me out too. Once again, who wouldn’t?

“See anything you like?” I teased.

“You got nice jugs, white girl, I’ll give you that.” Donna admitted. “But skill is what matters most in all sports, including this one.”

“Well, you ask The Cheerleader and The Hippie how skilled I am.”

“Every opponent is different, girl. Never underestimate anyone.”

“Are we gonna talk or are we gonna fuck?” I asked rhetorically.

“Fine then.” Donna said. “Ding ding.” It was on.

Our introductions were minimal but I already felt great animosity with this bitch and felt an overwhelming desire to fuck her down. We almost ran into each other, my Ks clashing with her DDs as we attempted to force our opponent back with our strong jublies, our eyes staring daggers at each other. Suddenly, she put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me in for a fierce tongue fight. It was possibly the most aggressive, forceful, exerting and intense kiss of my life. It was as if our tongues were trying to strangle each other. Donna escalated the duel by bringing her outer thigh right into my already lubricated pussy, grinding it slowly in. I reciprocated the move. I don’t know what it was about this jock cunt that made me want to pound her twat into nothingness but I wasn’t questioning it.

Her tongue was strong and determined. It was on the verge of gagging me and I think the only reason she didn’t do just that was because nothing kills a hot make out session like either girl gagging. I took it one step further by giving her raven locks a good yank. They felt so soft and silky but were already getting sweaty. I have no problem with that. Nothing like a hot, sweaty fuck. She pulled my own brunette tresses in return as we continued our heated kissing. Our legs rubbed into each other’s juicy cunts intensely. Then, at what felt like the same time, our free hands squeezed the other’s plump cabooses nicd and tight. Goddamn, her ass was fat! Like two fleshy cantaloupes! My fingers quickly became absorbed by her meatiness. There was only one other way this lockup could be taken further and we both knew it. Still not breaking our tongue wrestling marathon, we positioned our hot legs in just the right way and our red, ripe pussies became one!

“Mmmmm!!!” We both moaned into each other’s mouths.

As we ground our lady parts together, we finally broke our kiss to get some air, already breathing heavily but our tongues continued their battle, slashing and jabbing at each other like a pair of electric eels as we drooled into our joined cleavages.

“I hope you can do better than that, quitter.” Donna mocked me.

“I can take it all day, jockstrap!” I shot back.

“I’ll hold you to that…Right about now!”

Donna then pushed me down into the ring, still on top of me before getting up, holding one of my legs against her chest, holding my calf in her DDs. She then humped into me vigorously, making her big bubble butt and her sweet tits jiggle around. Each hump felt like a taser shooting waves of pleasure throughout my nymphomaniacal form.

“Ugh!” I grunted. “Is that all you got?! Shannon has fucked me harder than this and she’s a proud sub!”

“Your twat will be pudding long before I’m done, whore!” Donna shot back.

I humped back into her but from this position, it was obvious who would be dishing out more pleasure on whom. Yes, I said whom. Happy, grammar nazis? Anyway, our clits did not join, not yet anyway. I think we both wanted to save that for later. She reached down to fondle my pride and joy. No sane woman could ever resist such goddess-like funbags, after all. She held my leg in between her tits as her hands felt me up good and long. She really knew how to work with them. Guess it comes with being an athlete. She pinched my brown milk buds in between her index and middle fingers on both hands as she continued to fuck me with all piss and vinnegar. Her pussy felt so smooth and creamy on mine. I bet she felt the same about my own cunt on hers.

“Time to finish you off, bitch.” Donna proclaimed before finally bringing my pink and her brown pleasure bud together.

“Ohhhh!!!” I shrieked at the euphoric contact.

“That’s right, white girl! Take it nice and steady!” She taunted.

Once again, I tried to fuck her back but it was no use. She had me at her beck and call. I could feel my back jerk, signaling my coming climax and she knew it. I moaned and groaned as my orgasm hit me like a semi-truck. I could feel my fluids running through me, out my pussy and shoot into Donna’s.

“And the crowd goes wild!” Donna mocked.

She let go of me as I hyperventilated on the ring floor, my boobs jiggling with each heavy breath and my sweat-matted hair fanning all over the floor behind me. This slut was good. No doubt about that…But not good enough.

“Feel like throwing in the towel…Like you did after graduation?” Donna mocked again. I got up and flipped my hair out of my face, more determined than ever to keep going.

“Sorry, Apollo…I ain’t hear no bell.” I shot back. Donna actually seemed kind of impressed.

“Fine, Stallion. Round two it is.”

We stared each other down, as if we were daring each other to make the first move. Since she made the first move last time, I thought it only fair to do it this time. I tackled her, knocking us both into the floor and quickly arranged myself so that our pussies were locked once again but this time, we were both on the ground and I was facing away from her in a reverse trib.

“Let’s see how you like it, bitch!” I declared as I flexed my shapely ass to grind my cunt into hers.

“Ugh! Shit!” She grunted.

My feet straddled her face and I was able to hold her down with them. I knew those gymnastics lessons would be good for more than just hooking up with hot girls in leotards! My pussy was fresh off the orgasm and ready to go while hers had been worked up by tribbing me. So long as I maintained this unorthodox position, round two would be in the bag! So, I did exactly that. My hair curtained my face as I humped into her, our clits perpendicular to each other in our vaginal kissing session. The sound of her moaning and grunting in my domination of her was music to my ears.

“Agh! Ugh! Oh! Fucking cunt!” She jeered as I felt her arch and jerk, which can only mean one thing.

I increased the speed of my humping and she finally exploded, coating my crotch and ass with her girl mess. Its cooling touch was like a pat on the back. I got up and looked down on my raven rival. The sight of her flushed face, thoroughly fucked cunt, sweaty, disheveled hair and the sound of her loudly exhaling in post-orgasmic exhaustion was pure euphoria to me. I loved seeing this cocky bitch get taken down a peg, especially knowing that I was the one responsible for that.

“Not so high and mighty now, huh, skank?” I taunted. Donna regained her breath and began to get back up again.

“Fine, Ash. You have some skills but there’s also endurance.” Donna lectured. “And you’re about to get tested in that too!”

Suddenly, she ran behind me, pinned my arm around my back and pushed me to a corner of the ring where she used her other hand to penetrate my twat with her skilled fingers.

“Ugh! Sneaky little cunt!” I cursed.

“You have only yourself to blame for letting your guard down, white girl!” She lectured. “Never let winning one battle go to your head and cost you the war!”

I hated it but she was right. I should’ve pressed my advantage and kept dominating her even after her first orgasm but she was such an arrogant bitch that I couldn’t resist rubbing her face in it. Speaking of rubbing, that’s what she was doing to my pussy, rubbing her hand up and down and all around it, using her fingers in rapid succession to work my clit like a guitar. Damn, I gotta remember that! I was groaning like a bitch in heat as I bent my head over the corner, my hair hanging over as she continued to finger fuck me ferociously and without mercy. I felt as if only God could help me at this point.

“Yeah, you like that, stallion?” She teased. “I can feel your juices drenching my hand, babe!”

Agh! Go fuck yourself!” I cursed.

“Maybe I’ll make you do that for me once you finally kneel to the better woman!”

I could feel another orgasm swimming through my hot body at lightning speed. She increased the speed and tenacity of her assault and I was soon creaming all over her hand.

“Ugh! Oh! GOOOODDDD!!!!”

“That’s a good girl.” Donna taunted as she licked my cum from her fingers teasingly.

“Now, I can see why you quit the game. You’re no good at it. Maybe The Cheerleader and The Hippie were just lucky flukes. You should just be more like a friend and go sub. Let us alpha bitches use you for our pleasure.”

I was pissed off like nobody’s business now. I wanted nothing more than to hold her down and fuck her until I hemmoraged her bitchy brain! I turned around and gave her a death glare like no other. Her obnoxious smile faded and she now looked a bit nervous. Good. I gained an evil grin and ran into her once again. I tackled her again and this time drove her to the opposite corner of the ring. Now it’s my turn. I forcibly turned her around, bent her over, yanked hard on her jet black hair and aligned our pussies from behind yet again.

“Hope you like doggy style, jockstrap!” I insulted as I began fucking her from behind.

“Oh! You dirty cunt!” She cursed as I continued dominating her.

My tits bounced as I humped into her, making her booty meat jiggle as well. The pleasure swimming throughout each and every molecule of my body was exquisite. I loved making Donna squeal. I let go of her hair to hold her waist steady as I continued fucking her. Pulling back my pelvis before unleashing a wave of pleasure on the jock slut. The sound of her hyperventilating and moaning and our sloppy cunts mashing filled my ears. I reached around her to squeeze and manhandle her DDs.

“Aghh!!” She moaned like the bitch in heat that she was and I enjoyed every second of it. I could tell that another climax was approaching her fast and just about ten seconds later, I felt her back arch in the way I am all too familiar with.

“Ugh! Fucking bitch!” Donna cursed as she came intensely. I mockingly hugged my body into her’s, my K cups pressing against her toned back.

“Had enough yet, jockstrap?” I teased as I massaged her tits.

She turned around and then pushed me down to the floor of the ring once again. She then got on top of me and sealed her sexy mouth to my right tit, suckling and tonguing my engorged, brown nipple. Her full lips caressing my areola. Didn’t feel too bad, to be honest. She knew how to work her tongue. I wrapped her dark hair around my hand to get her under control. She reached below me and began playing with my pussy yet again.

“Ahhh…” I gently moaned. She ran her fingers and palm so skillfully over my cunt. If sexfighting really was a sport, Donna may as well be an olympic gold medalist. Damn, now I wish it was an olympic sport.

I ran my hands through Donna’s silky, sweaty, matted, raven locks and then went down to give that big ass of hers a good smack. It was loud, hard and I could see her cheeks jiggle like jello from it. So, I kept it up. I could see her wince her eyes as she kept licking my tits, so I knew it was doing something. I slapped one cheek, then the other and then the center. It was honestly kinda fun. Then, I brought my other hand into it, smacking both meaty cheeks at the same time. Donna then grabbed my pride and joy and pushed my nipples together so she could eat them at the same time.

“Ahhh…” I moaned again. I felt like I was on the verge of a nipple orgasm.

She continued fingering me and at this point, I was putty in her hands. She jammed three fingers in and that’s when I had a gentle but overpowering orgasm. I moaned as my fluids soaked her hand for the second time. She once again looked down at me as she licked her hand clean with that arrogant, bitchy grin that I hated. It instantly made me regain my energy and I got up, grabbed her and suplexed us both back into the ring floor. Once again, her back was against my busty chest. This time, I used my arms and legs to hold her own limbs back. She was now my carnal prisoner. I felt her silky, sweaty hair tickle my nipples as I reached down to massage her soon-to-be erupting cunt.

“Let’s see how you like a good fingering!” I mocked.

“Ohhh!!” She groaned. “Do your worst, thot!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. As my hand assaulted her twat, I licked at her smooth neck and gently bit her slutty flesh but I didn’t wanna give her a hickey. My hand waved over her pussy as I flexed my fingers inside and outside of it as she moaned. I turned my head towards her face to seal off her mouth with my own but she kept avoiding me. It didn’t take long for me to get annoyed.

“Kiss me, bitch!” I ordered and I eventually cornered her and passionately rammed my tongue down her shit-talking throat.

“Mmmm…” We both moaned into each other’s mouths.

This time, my tongue was the dominant one and it completely overpowered hers. I can only imagine what this was like for her. Held back by a hot, busty bitch as her K cups press into your back, her hand wrecking your pussy and her tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. I was actually starting to get jealous. God, I wish we had invented cloning machines, so I could fuck myself! The sloppy sounds of spitty kissing and a horny pussy being worked filled the room, as well as both of our moans. I found her clit and gave it a good, gentle but firm pinch, which made her scream into my mouth.

“Mmmmm!!!”

I knew her climax was seconds away and braced for it. I felt her back jerk and saw her face wince, still not breaking my oral domination of her mouth and then she came. Violently, I might add. Her tongue stopped resisting mine as she orgasmed and this time, it was my hand that was soaked by her fluids. What a feeling. I released her and she fell to the floor, hyperventilating. I licked my hand clean and that’s when I realized something. I walked in front of her and lied down in front of her in the opposite position.

“You know, bitch, we haven’t tasted each other’s cunts yet.” I pointed out.

“No, I guess we haven’t.” She said as she caught her breath. “We should fix that. Right now.”

I’m glad we agreed on something for once. I came closer to her, our twats facing our opponent’s slutty faces before we instantly sealed our upper lips to the other bitch’s lower lips. All the exercise we’ve been putting each other through until now made our pussies extra juicy and tangy. Perfect. We were in a horizontal position, our hair blanketing each other’s legs as we began our mutual feast. The room was soon filled with the sloppy sounds of licking and kissing. My tongue explored her cunt sensually while her licking was more aggressive and intent. Our calves wrapped around each other’s heads to force our mouths into each other’s pleasure centers even further. We moaned and groaned. Her tongue felt like a fleshy vibrator inside of me and I can only assume that my tongue felt the same. I wish I was flexible enough to eat myself out.

Our duel of cnnilingus had now consumed us both as we grabbed each other’s firm ass meat in a vice grip. I jabbed my tongue in and out like I was fucking her with it. She licked all around my outer labia before jamming her tongue back inside me. We already had multiple orgasms but we were so focused on the sweet, juicy meal right in front of us that we barely felt them at the time. Our faces and hair became covered in each other’s secretions. It was amazing. I could suck this bitch’s cunt for hours! We soon went to town on each other’s clits, sucking, licking, kissing, jabbing, prodding, nibbling and doing just about everything that one bitch’s mouth could do to another bitch’s pleasure bud. I was in heaven. It wasn’t going to get any better than this.

More orgasms washed over us both figuratively and literally as we kept eating each other relentlessly. I imagine that we looked like a slutty chocolate-vanilla swirl. If there was another white and black girl having a 69 duel right next to us, we’d all together look like a double-stuffed oreo. My cheesy jokes aside, we were utterly immersed in each other’s hot, delectible twats. We sucked clits as our vaginal canals compressed around each other’s slutty tongues. We rolled around in this battle of cunnilingus around the entire ring, our tongues still not pulling apart from the other slut’s delicious pussy. God, she tasted so good. Climax after climax. Orgasm after orgasm. Cum after cum. We lost count long ago. However, all good things must cum to an end sooner or later.

Our mouths grew tired and sore and eventually we both broke apart, leaving a trail of drool between our mouths and the other girl’s pussy. We then just stared at each other with tired eyes and heavy panting. What a match it’s been. I pushed into her one last time and got on top of her. I sealed our mouths together again as our shapely nipples jabbed and our worn out cunts came together as one. This would be it. We kissed gently but lustfully as our lower lips did the same. My sweat-drenched brown hair curtained our faces as we made out. I struggled to stay conscious and I could tell she was as well. This was it now. It would all come down to this war of attrition. And even after all the orgasms I’ve been through today, I was still determined to win.

My pussy dominated Donna’s thoroughly as we continued to kiss and grind. I could tell that she was losing will and energy at a rapid pace but I left nothing to chance. I pushed on, humping her and mashing our clits together as we lustfully moaned into each other’s mouths. I would not lose. Period. Soon, I felt her body capitulate to mine as I pressed my advantage to finish her off once and for all. I felt her tongue suddenly stop wrestling mine as she came one last time into my own slutty cunt. I let go of her as she kept her eyes closed in post-orgasmic exhaustion. Her long, raven hair fanned behind her on the ground and learning from my past mistake, I grabbed her legs and used them as leverage to press my foot into her twat.

“Ohhhhh!!!!” She shrieked.

I massaged my foot into her pleasure center in one last ditch effort to make sure that she was down for the count. I bet now she was regretting lecturing me about not underestimating your opponent. I worked her cunt with my toes and it did not take long at all for her to climax yet again.

“Agh! Agh! AGGHHHHH!!!!!” Donna screamed in yet another orgasmic release.

“Stop! Stop! I give! You win!” She pleaded.

“That’s what I thought.” I bragged before letting her go as she quickly passed out.

I smiled in another victory before my own exhaustion had caught up with me. The fight was over and my adrenaline had faded. I now needed to rest my weary bones. I cuddled up next to Donna and drifted off into a deep sleep. I woke up after what had to have been hours. I opened my eyes to see Donna resting next to me, already awake. Suddenly, the memories of our intense fight came back to me and I was feeling more than a little cocky now.

“I won, bitch. You gave up.” I bragged.

“Yes, you did.” Donna admitted. “But another major factor of sports that a lot of people forget about is luck. All athletes have good or bad days. If sports were all down to statistics like we were machines, it would be too predictable and no fun.”

She had a point.

“Fine but you know the rules. Your sweet pussy is mine for the rest of the night!” I declared.

“Haven’t you had enough sex for one day, clit-for-brains?” Donna teased and then we both laughed at the idea of any nympho getting tired of fucking hot girls.

“Alright, Stallion. You’ve earned your victory prize. Let’s go to bed.”

I followed Donna, squeezing her shapely ass as she led me to the bedroom. We got in bed and made love for the rest of the night. I say made love because after a slugfest like we just had, some gentle, loving sex was nice. She really knew her way around a cunt. And so did I, of course. After our sex session, we drifted off into a good night’s sleep once again. We woke up nuzzling each other, our hands in each other’s silky hair. I gave her a good morning kiss before getting down to business again.

“So, what’s your story, jockstrap?” I asked. “What is it about the game that you love so much?”

“Well, if you haven’t figured it out by now, nothing gets my heart pumping like competition.” Donna explained. “I live for that shit. I was already into sports like crazy when The Boss met me a few years back at one of my wrestling matches. Said she was impressed with my work and knew of another game similar to wrestling that she thinks I’d be good at. Low and behold, she was right. I love the game because not only is it an intense competition unlike any other but it’s the easiest sport to get motivated for. Every second of it is pleasure! I never get cold feet or feel unfit for it! How could I not fall in love?”

“I can definitely see where you’re coming from, babe.” I agreed. “During our match, I felt a fire inside me that pushed me onto the end. It was like there was nothing else in the world except for me, you and our match.”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Ash.” Donna said. “We women are naturally competitive creatures. We compete over looks, over men, over fashion, over school, over business and over more. Competing over sex is the greatest female compeition of them all. It puts our very pride as women against each other in a no-holds-barred smackdown of pleasure and intensity.”

“You make it sound so dramatic.” I said.

“It is my deepest passion in life after all…And it’s yours too…And it never stopped being your deepest passion.”

“Well, thanks for your wisdom…And for the fucking.” I said.

“No need to thank me, Stallion. I’m always happy to bring the passionate need to compete back into another slut.”

“Well, I have seven more floors of hot bitches to fuck into submission. Do you mind giving me elevator access?” I asked as I got up.

“Don’t you wanna shower first?” Donna asked.

“Oh, I completely forgot!” I said, embarrassed.

We both showered together, washing the night of marathon debauchery off of our sexy skin. We would’ve started playing again but we agreed that I should save it for the next floor. I thought about what Donna told me. She was absolutely right. The competitive drive I had to fuck her down was a consuming and delicious addiction. That was one of the reasons why sexfighting was so much better and more fulfilling than regular, non-competitive sex. It brought out a bitch’s deepest and most personal ambitions and drive to get better. It really was like a sport in that regard. Once again, I wished it made it to the olympics. I’d be rich right now if that were the case.

We got out of the shower, dried off and she gave my rack one last playful slap, which I reciprocated, making us giggle. We walked over to the elevator and she bent over to scan her eye as I felt up her fine ass.

“There you go, handsy.” She teased. “And remember, Stallion, eye of the tiger.”

I rolled my eyes and said goodbye as I entered the elevator. I hit the button to go to the next floor as the flashing text told me who my next opponent would be.

Floor 4: The Nerd.

The Nerd? Some would instantly recoil from the idea of that but I’ve always been the adventurous type and I had to admit I was curious. What would her gimmick be? Would she have a sexy librarian or sexy secretary look? Would she look like a stereotypical nerd with bigass glasses and her hair in a bun only to reveal that she’s actually a hot babe with her hair down and without glasses? Would she be dressed like a Star Wars or Lord of the Rings LARPer with a secretly smoking hot body underneath the outfit? I was actually getting excited at the prospect of meeting her and experiencing the most definitive female bonding with her.

As the elevator door opened, it revealed a rather simplistic looking, college dorm like room. All over were posters of movies, video games and more. There was also a shelf full of action figures and other collectibles. Compared to the wide spaces of the previous floors, this one was tighter and not as grand. Fine by me. There’s a certain charm in simplicity. Besides, as long as I have a hot girl to fuck, I’m all set. Speaking of which, where is my geeky future fucktoy for the night? Speak of the succubus, a door opened revealing my opponent and while I didn’t know what to expect, this was not it.

She was a cute, petite, asian girl. She was just skinny, thankfully. Not much shorter than me. That makes having a titfight with her much easier. She had long, hot pink hair. If I were to describe her, she looked like that pink-haired girl from Deadpool 2 but she had twin tails instead of a side pony. Said twin tails were down to her waist, meaning that her hair likely reached her thighs when let down. Her cute face lit up upon seeing me. She wore a short-sleeve shirt exposing her little belly and very small jeans cut just below her ass, showing off her smooth legs. Suddenly, she walked right up to me and gave me a tight hug, pressing our tits together. I could tell she was much smaller than me but when you’re a K cup, you get used to that.

“You made it! I’ve been looking forward to this so much!” She said. “My name is Amy! I’m 19 years old, the youngest of all the babes in this gauntlet of sex! Been in the game for less than a year.”

Wow, almost a total rookie. Would she really be a challenge for me? Three years out of it, I was still skilled enough to outfuck three nymphos. Still, I know The Boss and she wouldn’t have chosen Amy if she didn’t think she’d give me a unique experience.

“My cups are a D. Making me the smallest cup size alongside The Cheerleader.” She said, still hugging me and nuzzling me. “But your rack is out of this world! I thought The Boss was exaggerating or messing with me about you but holy shit, you are hot!”

“Why, thank you.” I said, playing with her twin tails. “You’re a cutie yourself.”

She really was. She reminded me of Courtney with her enthusiasm but while Courtney was a hyperactive motormouth, Amy was an enthusiastic little minx who was just fun to be around.

“I do my best!” She said. “When you have a fulltime job as a camgirl, you have to be a cutie.”

“Oh, you do camming?” I asked as she stroked my hair in return.

“Yep!” Amy answered. “It was just to pay my tuition at first but I ended up really liking it! Knowing that a bunch of guys and sometimes girls are pleasuring themselves to you ain’t a bad feeling.”

“I can imagine.” I agreed.

“You make a lot more money than you’d think too.” Amy said.

“Well, where are we going to be doing this?” I asked.

“That eager to get at me, are we?” Amy teased. “Understandable. We’ll be right there on my bed.”

She pointed to her queen-sized bed. This arena was definitely not as flashy or as roomy as the previous floors but again, simplicity is nice every once in a while. In fact, Amy’s floor kinda reminded me of the place I share with Shannon and that bedroom has really been through it.

“You have much simpler tastes compared to the other girls, so far.” I pointed out.

“Yep.” Amy agreed. “This is actually an exact replica of my single college dorm. Nice to have my own place but sometimes I wish I had a sexy roommate to share it with, like you do.”

“Yes, I certainly have it made.” I said sarcastically.

“You and that Shannon girl are seriously sexy. I wish I could watch you two go at it but that’s for another time.” Amy said.

“Yes, let us begin our womanly duel.” I said.

We pulled apart and began to strip, ogling each other as our clothes hit the floor. Amy’s body was lithe and petite. She was built like a twig besides her D cups. Her skin was smooth and flawless and her ass was a cute little bulbous button but very firm. She reached up to let her twin tails fall loose when an idea hit me.

“Wait!” I said. “Leave your twin tails in.” I requested.

“But they’ll be much easier to grip and pull than your loose hair that way.” Amy protested. “That wouldn’t be fair.”

“Well, I have a simple suggestion for that.” I said.

“Oh, I see where you’re going with this!” Amy said.

“Do you have any spare scrunchies?” I asked.

“Sure do! Wait right there!” Amy said as she walked away and I eyed up her adorable butt as she did.

About a minute later, she came back with two scrunchies and handed them to me. She watched intently as I gathered my thick, flowing locks into my own twin tails, just as long as her own.

“Voila!” I declared.

“You look so cute like that!” Amy complimented.

“Battle of the twin tails it is.” I declared.

I preferred my hair long and loose, so that I could feel it on me as much as possible. Made me feel hot and beautiful but it’s nice to experiment once in a while. Besides, I’m already plenty aware of how much of a sexy bitch I am. Amy’s eyes brimmed with enthusiasm as we stared at each other. I was taking an immediate liking to her already. Polar opposite of Donna. Amy just oozes fun out of her every pore. I was gonna enjoy this.

We approached her bed on opposite sides. It was a queen, with hot pink blankets, sheets and pillow cases. This girl really had a thing for that color. I wonder if certain other things were pink too but I knew that I would soon find out. We got on the bed and seductively crawled towards each other, our twin tails streaming on both sides of our faces. We gave each other bedroom eyes and then finally came together. My Ks intersected with her Ds. Her pink nipples jousting against my brown. We cooed at the chilling contact of our gorgeous bodies and she brought her sugary lips to mine.

We kissed slowly, sensually and lovingly, closing our eyes with pleasure. She was such a good kisser. Our fingers tangled into each other’s twin tails as our tongues made sweet, passionate love, rolling over and around each other. This girl really was the opposite extreme of Donna. Gentle, alluring in both body and personality and oh so seductive. While Donna was harsh, aggressive and lived for the thrill of competition, Amy was a very specific and rare kind of femme fatale. I knew her game. She uses her cuteness and likability to lure her opponents into a false sense of security, so she can devour her prey alive. Clever but not good enough for me.

Sexfighting is more than just two hot sluts banging their bodies together. It is like chess in many ways. Your own mind and desire can be your worst enemy. You must stop yourself from being seduced and giving in to your opponent’s sexiness. You must also be a seductress yourself and turn it back on them. I’m not sure if Amy counted on me knowing her strategy but she was no slouch herself. My mouth felt like I was in heaven as her tongue explored it. I pushed it back best I could with my own tongue. We wrapped our hands around each other’s twin tails and bunched them up from bottom to top to force our mouths against each other further.

With our hands literally tied, there was nothing to distract us from this hot make out session. She then took the kissing further and from her technique, I could tell that she was an avid watcher of Japanese porn, like myself. The girls in those videos are extremely passionate, sloppy and relentless kissers and Amy was bringing all of that to this tonguefight. At times, we would break the kiss only to lick at each other’s faces and tongues quickly. It was amazing and it’s make out sessions like this that remind me why I love kissing girls so damn much. They have just the right combination of gentleness and intensity.

Still not breaking the kiss, I twirled her around and placed her on top of me as I lied on her pillow. I had a feeling she would snap like a twig if I tried to be on top. She had no problem with this. We let our opponent’s twin tails go as we broke the kiss and smiled at each other, our faces covered in the other babe’s saliva. I felt so at ease around Amy. She was just so lovely and adorable. I wanted to just let her have her way with me but I knew I had to push on. Damn, she was good at this, the conniving bitch!

She got up and lined our crotches up to bring our ripe cunts together. I was expecting her to start forcefully tribbing into me porno style but instead, she slowly and smoothly brought our pussies together in a loving embrace.

“Uhh…” I moaned gently.

Despite the quietness of my response, her pussy felt beyond amazing on mine. So smooth, juicy in all the right places and comfortable. Like her pussy was giving mine a deep tissue massage. God, she was so good at this! I felt like I was being made love to. Not fucked. I had to get out of this pseudo-trance I was in ASAP! I pushed back into her as we tribbed, matching her gentleness and she responded in kind. This hottie was truly a carnal innovator. It had been forever since I locked thighs with someone like her.

“Ohhh…”

“Mmm…” We both moaned.

It was not like the loud, shrill moaning of most sexfights. It was a soft, seductive, whisper moaning. I have to fight like this more often. It’s fantastic. Any outsider or third party would look at this and think we were having regular old lesbian sex but they’d be mistaken. Our libidos were more at war than our bodies, daring each other to give into the other girl’s seductions. As Amy’s pussy kissed mine, she lowered her head down to suckle my brown nipple. Her tongue slowly swirled along my milk bud, making me coo as I stroked her hair. I reached downwards to palm and squeeze her ass, letting her meatiness absorb my fingers as our cunts continued to make love. Then, she took it one step further by lining up our clits inside of our joined labia and giving my pleasure bud the most amazing clitoral kiss.

“Ohhh, baby…” I moaned as she kept suckling me,

She let go of my nipple to get a better angle for the tribbing and her clit utterly dominated mine, pushing forward and back slowly and ever so beautifully. My eyes winced in euphoric greatness at this master of the female anatomy’s work. She sped up her tribbing only slightly. It was like sex was being redefined for me. I’d tangled with bitches who used this technique before but none with such precision and professionalism. Eventually, I felt my climax approaching but I was a million miles away. Like I was getting high for the first time in my life.

“That’s it, Ash. Lie back and enjoy yourself, babe.” She said.

She kept tribbing me, alternating her speed to maximize my pleasure so that my libido could never get even slightly numb to her fucking. Bitch was a genius, no doubt about it. My orgasm came and I was soaked. Unlike my past orgasms, where I would splatter all over my opponent, this one was soft and my juices only leaked out a bit but it felt just as, if not more overpowering than any orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Yeeesss…” I cooed.

“I hoped you enjoyed that, beautiful.” Amy said, her once cute voice gaining a sultry tone. “Because we can do it all night long.”

Even now, knowing her true nature, I couldn’t help being roped into her web. Was I really losing to a rookie who’d been playing the game for less than a year? No! Fuck that! I underestimated her. That was my fault but two can play at the seductress game! Now it’s my turn, you pink-haired slut!

“That’s awfully nice of you, Amy but I can’t let you do all the work.” I said in my sexy voice. “Besides, I want you to taste the benefit of my skills. Don’t you?”

“Alright then, Ash. Whatever you want, sexy.” Amy said.

We switched places as she got on the bed and I on top of her. She held up quite well for being so scrawny. Damn, I really did underestimate her. We shot each other fake but alluring smiles as I began licking down her petite form. Her skin tasted oddly sweet. I dragged my slutty tongue downwards toward her pink nips and I used my hands to bring her D cups together, so I could service both of her milk buds at the same time.

“Oh, yeah. You’re amazing, Ash.” Amy complimented as she softly grabbed my twin tails.

I lovingly slurped and tongued her nips slowly and passionately. I could feel the chills it was sending throughout her tiny, adorable body. I forced my face into her cleavage to gently motorboat her, licking all over the inside of her tits as my hair tickled the outside.

“Mmm…” Amy moaned quietly.

I reached beneath us to play with her pussy. I was being more aggressive than she was with me but just barely. I softly and slowly massaged her horny cunt, feeling the satiny juiciness of her inner and outer labia. As I slowly stuck a finger in, I could feel that she was tighter than the previous girls, reflecting her rookie status. How she was already so skilled, I could not guess for the life of me. I stuck in each finger one at a time, getting them all nice and wet as her vaginal walls tightened around them.

“Uhhhh..” She moaned, louder than last time. It was working! I just had to keep this up.

I stopped my motorboating to drag my tongue down further. I reached her tight, narrow belly and circled my tongue around her belly button before just briefly dipping it in and then continuing downwards towards my ultimate goal. As I reached the top of her cunt, I could feel the chills it sent throughout her body as she gripped my hair slightly tighter. I had her right where I wanted her. I gently tongued her clit, slowly running my tongue along her sweet, juicy pleasure bud as she quietly grunted.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so good at this.” She said. I knew she was trying to make me get cocky again but I wasn’t falling for her psychological warfare this time around.

I added my fingers to the mix again, soothingly petting and running them along her pudenda. She was putty in my hands. Even her pussy tasted sweet and lovely. Like liquid cotton candy. All I could see was her pink pussy skin as I slowly drove my tongue in and out over and over again.

“Yes! That’s it! Here it comes!” She warned but again, I would not relent or let my guard down.

Her climax consumed her as her juices came out with a bit more of a squirt than mine. Yes! She came harder than I did! It’s not the number but the intensity of the orgasms that win the day! I heard her huff and puff as I swallowed her fluids, licking my lips from the sugary flavor. This girl truly was sweetness personified. I got up, looking down at my hyperventilating prey as her twin tails were strewn about either side of her. I came down on her and gave her a nice, deep, loving kiss, sharing her taste mixed with my spit with her. I could tell she loved it.

“I hope I lived up to your expectations, cutie.” I teased as I stroked her hair.

“You’re so amazing. We gotta do a camshow together sometime. I can already see all the viewers and donations!” Amy said.

“I would like that.” I said.

“Great but for now, I think it’s only fair that my mouth gets to please you.” Amy requested. I was a bit worried what she had in mind but I wouldn’t be the one to break this orgasmic chain we had going, so what the fuck?

“By all means. My pussy can’t wait to constrict your hot tongue.” I teased.

“Hell yes!” Amy cheered.

The pink-haired seductress then grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up just slightly and then put her face right underneath my crotch before letting me drop on her slutty mouth. She really could take charge when she needed to.

“Agh!” I moaned as she feasted on my cunt. She was a bit more rough now but nothing I couldn’t handle.

She held onto my bulbous ass cheeks for leverage as she slobbered all over my pussy like a starving predator but her actual technique was still smooth and loving. God, where has this nerdy bitch been my entire life?! She ate my twat intently, her tongue slowly but deeply exploring my vaginal canal with a purpose. I wanted to start fingering her again but I knew she wanted to just reciprocate what I had just done and I would not give in before she did. Hell no! For all my unapologetic sluttiness and nymphomania, I still had some self-control when I needed it.

As she continued eating me out and my inner walls tightened around her long, wet tongue, I felt like I was in another world. I gotta try this myself on some other unsuspecting bitch. Maybe Donna in our rematch. Confuse the fuck out of her.

“Ohhh!” I moaned.

Amy had reached my clit and swam her tongue all over my little pink pleasure bud. What a feeling. My face turned beet red as I could feel my orgasmic electricity swimming through my body before reaching my crotch and then pouring into Amy’s hot mouth.

“Uggghh!” I lightly yelped in release. We pulled apart again as I caught my breath.

“How was that, hot stuff?” Amy asked.

“It was alright.” I lied. Of the thousands or perhaps millions of orgasms I had in my life, few were like that and I had trouble remembering them.

“Please, I made you scream!” She argued before regaining her control.

“Regardless, I want our pussies to kiss again. This time, with me on top.” I requested.

“Have it your way, babe.” Amy agreed.

The asian girl lied on her pillow and spread her legs to show that her ripe and juicy orifice was ready and willing for my own ripe and juicy orifice. I lined us up and our twats collided once more.

“Ohh!” We both groaned at the delicious clash of cunts.

My twin tails fell down onto her belly as I soothingly humped her. I think my pussy was falling in love with her pussy. Our juices sloshed together as we fucked and I could tell that we were both determined to put an end to this battle of wits and hormonal endurance here and now. We huffed and puffed as we bucked into each other back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. God, she was so amazing. I wanted to fuck her or at least someone like her all the time. Her smooth, lovely pussy felt so welcoming and wonderful…Ugh! Focus, Ash! You’ve got a cuntfight to win!

I regained my composure as I pushed on. I would not lose no matter what! As our vaginal kiss escalated, our clits once again came out to play. This time, she would feel my clitoral domiation and love every single, solitary second of it! Fuck, this felt so good! Our slutty, seductive eyes stared into each other intensely as we sent shockwaves of bliss throughout each other’s hot bodies. Another major factor of these kind of fights is that you can never tell when your opponent is tiring or not because the pace of her fucking would not change. That was, unless you had a sixth sense for this kind of stuff like I do.

I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was starting to give out. They looked less excited and perky and a bit more tired and overwhelmed. Still, I had underestimated her once before and it nearly lost me the fight. No way in Hell would I make the same mistake again. I pushed on. Our hair and large jublies lightly jiggled with our loving sex. She grabbed my twin tails and once again wrapped her hands all around them as best she could. She used them to drag me down on top of her, our nipples piercing together yet again and she initiated another passionate kiss of our upper lips.

We closed our eyes in bliss as we made out again. All of my slutty body against all of her slutty body. My heart sank as I realized that I was starting to feel another climax on its way. No! I had to make her cum first! I had to! But how could I without giving her the psychological victory of making me break from her hotness? Fuck it! Maybe she’s even closer than I am! Even if she’s even with me, I can still make her cum harder than me! I pushed on and hoped for the best. Whatever sex goddesses are watching this, give me strength! And maybe once I die, we can fuck too! My closed eyes winced as I felt the moment of truth get closer and closer. Finally, I came and shrieked inside of our joined mouths.

However, I heard her muffled scream as well. Yes! I could feel us orgasming into each other at the same time! My prayers were answered! I remained utterly focused and steadfast. Nothing would stop me! We spilled our climax mess into each other as we finally broke our legendary kiss. We both hyperventilated as we stared at each other again. She looked exhausted. Like she’d just been fucked by Jonah Falcon for an hour. Sometimes, less pleasure is more pleasure. When given in increments, it prevents you from getting numb to it and makes the pleasure more intense and overwhelming.

She closed her eyes and it seemed like she finally passed out. I grinned in deep satisfaction. 19 years old. A player for less than a year and she had been my most worthy opponent so far. I thought Donna was a good fuck but Amy forced me to innovate and think on the fly. To multitask and manage both my mind and body at the same time. Goddman, what a match! Suddenly, my own tiredness hit me hard and I nuzzled up next to her, drifting off as I used her D cups as a pillow. We both awoke at around the same time, smiling at each other.

“You were amazing.” She said and I could tell she was sincere. Outside of her matches, her good girl shtick was not an act. I can read people.

“So were you, pinkie.” I said. “In fact, you were my best match yet.”

“For real?!” She asked. “You’re not just telling me that?! Oh, you have no idea how much that means!”

“That was unlike any match I’d had in forever.” I admitted. “And I have to know, what’s your story, baby? How did you end up here?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Amy said. “Before I started camming, I was very introverted and shy. I hated that about myself. I dreamed of becoming a beautiful, alluring woman that could seduce anyone. I became a camgirl not just for the money but to become a new me. One day, my biggest fan met up with me at a con, The Boss and she said she could introduce something to me that would really bring in the views. She was charismatic and beautiful, so I heard her out and she taught me all about the game. I loved it and never looked back.”

“What is it about the game that you love so much?” I asked as I undid my twin tails.

“Well, it’s kinda lame compared to the other girls here but like I said, I dreamed of being a beautiful seductress and sexfighting makes me feel as hot as possible. I feel like a real woman when I do it. I love being with other women and feeling sexy. It’s really that simple.”

“Interesting point of view.” I said.

A simplistic but all too true reason to love the game. I’ve never felt hotter and sexier than I did while fuckfighting another hot bitch. There is a unique beauty to it. It really is an art form. As I thought this, I began to think maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I came back. Or at least if I indulged myself every once in a while. I’ve had the time of my life fucking all these sluts, after all. I decided to worry about that later. We spent the rest of the night making love in that queen-sized bed and having the time of our lives. The next morning, we both got up and washed off in the shower, shampooing each other’s hair lovingly and scrubbing each other down slowly and passionately.

Amy did not need to be told to scan her eye on the elevator for me. After she did so, we gave each other a long, tight, passionate hug, enjoying our lady parts grinding against each other one last time. We reluctantly separated.

“Buh-bye!” Amy said cheerfully. “And remember, we have to do a camshow together at some point, hottie!”

“It would be my pleasure.” I said and gave her one last tongue kiss.

I waved goodbye to my new friend and got in the elevator as the text above the door revealed my next rival.

“Floor 5: The Goth Chick.”

Oh, I’m liking the sound of that already…And I know you do too, perv.

Floor 5: The Goth Chick

A hopefully big titty goth girl, huh? Well, my interest has most definitely peaked now. I love goth babes as much as anyone else but I hope she isn’t over the top about it or is some whiny emo. Anyone who’s been enlisted to fuck me has absolutely nothing to be unhappy about. As the elevator door opened, it revealed a room you’d very much expect from a goth. Right out of a vampire movie. Nothing but black with a bit of purple and a stained glass window and lamps giving the room a distinct purple hue. Black and purple are every goth’s favorite colors after all and sometimes red. Once again, my opponent was missing. So far, Rose was the only one who was actually ready for me and not hiding. I swear, if she pops out of a coffin with her arms crossed…

“Good evening.” A low, sexy voice whispered in my ear.

“Ahh!” I screamed. “Jesus Christ!” I turned around and saw her. And what a sight she was. She wore black leather shorts that only went down to her lower waist, wore fishnet stockings and a black leather top with fishnets over her very impressive cleavage. Her hair was midnight black and shiny, going down to her lower waist. Her eyes were a dark blue, surrounded by black eye shadow and wore deep black lipstick. As I analyzed her, I noticed that she was deathly pale. Clearly makeup. White makeup like black metal bands use. She wore black, fingerless gloves and black high heels. As I looked closer, I noticed that she had purple highlights along the inner side of her hair. Finally, a different color.

“Have we gotten a good look at each other yet?” She asked in that smooth, chilling voice of hers.

“Yes and I like what I see. I already know you do too.” I bragged.

“My name is Blaire. 27. E cup.” She said matter of factly.

“Huh. Your stats sound just like…The Hippie…” I said as my eyes went wide with shock as I realized what that meant.

“You’re…!”

“Her sister, yes. Her twin sister.” Blaire said as she sat on her gothic bed, crossing her hot legs.

“Wow…” I said, completely dumbfounded. Her and Rose could not be more different.

“I already know what you’re thinking.” Blaire said as she continued checking out my rack as any non-blind person would.

“Do vampires have telekinesis now?” I joked.

“Let’s just say that she and I had very different ways of coping with our parents splitting up. Practically the only thing we have in common is…Well, this.”

“Nothing brings women together like the game, after all.” I agreed.

“Indeed and may I say, you have a very impressive set.” She complimented.

“I know. I get that a lot.” I bragged again as I sat down next to her and we immediately began rubbing each other’s thighs.

“I’ll tell you my own story…If you beat me, big tits.” Blaire challenged.

“As long as bats don’t fly out of you once you strip, I’m good.” I joked.

“Well, the winner gets to have the loser as her sex slave, right?” Blaire asked. “And I’m a makeup artist. So, if I win, I’ll turn you into a goth first and then use you as a please.”

“The Boss never said anything about that but if you can outfuck me, I guess you’ve earned it.” I admitted. “But if…WHEN I win, I’ll just fuck you like I did the others, Madam Macabre…Your sister’s pussy tasted great, by the way.”

“Oh, I know.” Blaire said, smiling. Damn, just the thought of that…I gotta get these two down for a fourway with me and Shannon sometime!

The two of us got up and began to strip. As she removed her tight, stereotypical clothes, I noticed that even her naughty zones had that white makeup on. Talk about dedication. It made her nipples a dark gray color as well as her labia! Damn, I was gonna enjoy this!

“Oh and before we begin, don’t worry about the makeup. It’s specially designed to only come off from high pressure shower water. No need to be gentle.” Blaire assured me.

“I wasn’t planning on it either way.” I said.

Like my last opponent, I could tell that Blaire was a seductress but a different kind than Amy. Amy lured you in with her cuteness and her sweet demeanor. Blaire was more like a stereotypical seductress. Lithe, elegant and a little dangerous. She was the kind of girl that mothers warned their boys to stay away from. I liked her already. We finished stripping and I got a good look at her pale, round ass. Good to know that her cup size wasn’t the only thing she shared with her sister. She checked me out once again herself.

“I can’t wait until you’re my doll.” Blaire said. “I’d love to dye those thick locks of yours black like mine. Some skin tone, some eyeliner, some dark purple nail polish like mine too…It’s been way too long since I’ve gotten to play with a fellow goth.”

“Well, you’ll just have to wait.” I said back.

As we approached each other, the carpeted floor felt soft on our bare feet. We straddled each other, running our hands through each other’s thick hair and down each other’s soft skin, our nipples centimeters away from contact before we had enough teasing and brought our sweet lips together. As her tongue entered my mouth, it was like she was tonguing my very soul. Once again, she buried her hands in my thick brown tresses and I did the same with her equally thick dark tresses as we continued making out. Our nipples joined at last, brown to gray as our other hand reached down to grab and squeeze the other babe’s hot ass.

“Mmmm…” We both passionately moaned into each other’s occupied mouths. Goddamn, did this goth bitch know how to swap spit, as did I, so we were totally immersed in the kiss.

Suddenly, she pushed us both down towards the soft, carpeted floor, still kissing and we began rolling over each other as our pussies kissed and humped together. Our long hair flying and alternatively curtaining us depending on who was on top. This was escalating fast and I loved it. As we rolled, she broke the kiss with herself on top, she looked down at me as her dark hair curtained us both and tickled my cheeks. We breathed heavily, staring into each other’s eyes as she got up, turned around 90 degrees and aligned our pussies as she took my left leg and held it against her E cups as her legs wrapped around my right leg for balance. She began humping me in this unorthodox tribbing style.

“Ugh!“ I grunted in response to her cunt dominating mine.

“I’ll have you begging for mercy within ten minutes, cup cake.” She mocked.

“In your dreams, Vampirella!” I shot back.

Her hair and tits bounced and jiggled as she massaged her twat against mine fiercely. She reached down with her left hand to knead my own tits as she continued our vaginal kissing session. It felt incredible. Nice to know that her kissing skills weren’t exclusive to her upper lips.

“Ahhhh!!” I yelped as the pleasure increased. I could see the purple underside of her hair as it bounced with her humping.

I reached up to pull at it with everything I had but it wasn’t enough. She had me. Still, I did the best I could to hump her back because why not? I could feel an orgasm coming at a rapid pace, so I slowed myself down so as not to needlessly tire myself. I closed my eyes in pleasure as she finished me off…For now.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ughhhhh!!!” I yelled as my climax hit me like a truck and my fluids shot up her own pale cunt.

As I lay there hyperventilating, she immediately disengaged from her tribbing position and bent over to go down on my pussy just seconds after it exploded all over hers. This bitch was showing me no mercy. And I looked forward to showing her none in return when I had her ghastly body all to myself for the night.

“Agh! You insatiable, cunt-eating whore!” I cursed as I pulled her hair while she feasted on me.

She smiled with satisfaction into my pussy as her tongue explored my cunt furiously. She turned her head around at different angles, as if her tongue was a key and my pussy was the lock that she was desperately trying to unlock. She drooled into my pleasure center as her saliva mixed with my girl juices. This girl just screamed unique in everything about her. Not just her spooky but sexy appearance but in her technique and unusual way of pleasuring her slutty rivals. I don’t know how The Boss was able to bring so many different nymphos all together but I sure wasn’t complaining.

I winced tightly as she dipped her tongue in and out of my lower lips slowly and seductively. I guess my initial impression that she was a patient seductress was wrong. Well, sort of. She was seductive, no doubt about that but once you got her into bed, she transformed into a ferocious, insatiable nymphomaniac with a cunt for a brain. Kinda like me. I breathed heavily, panting in and out like I was in labor as she orally pleasured me with immaculate skill. Already, I could feel another climax getting closer and closer.

“Agh! Agh! Agh!” I moaned as she slid her tongue along my inner labia.

I could tell she was enjoying her oral domination of me. I would too if our positions were reversed. This was a nympho who clearly loved being an alpha bitcha. She kind of reminded me of Donna but while Donna was determined to win, she was more in it for the thrill of the competition itself. Blaire, on the other hand, clearly loved her opponent being at her mercy. She really was a vampire but instead of blood, her sustenance relied on pussy juice and boy was she thirsty tonight. She dragged her tongue up towards my clit and kissed it lovingly, making me throw my head back in the overwhelming pleasure.

“Ohhhh!!!” I screamed as orgasmic energy swam through my body at the speed of light and my discharge came bursting out all over Blaire’s made up face and jet black hair.

She brought her head up at last and despite being soaked by my cum, her makeup was not running in the slightest. That stuff really was good.

“You taste like cotton candy, princess.” She teased me. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

“I’m just glad you sucked out my pussy juice instead of my soul, Elvira.” I teased back through my heavy breathing.

“I think you need more discipline, bitch.” Blaire said.

Before I could regain my energy, she put a lot of weight into her left hand on my toned belly to hold me down as she used her right hand to finger me, inserting her middle finger first, likely as an insult.

“Uhhh!!” I shrieked at the vaginal intrusion. “You just can’t get enough of pleasuring me, can you bitch? Well, that’ll make it much easier on you when you’re my fucktoy for the night! Ugh!”

“More like I can’t get enough of making cocky bitches like you cry for mercy.” Blaire shot back as she added her index finger into the mix.

“Fuck!” I cried.

It was clear at this point that the goth bitch was a hardcore dom, much like myself. She lived for this kinda shit. You’d think that would make us friends but not right now. Our similar kinks made us like wrong-sided magnets, repulsing away from each other mentally. I could feel my inner walls squeezing her fingers. Her long, witch-like fingernails gently scratched at me but not enough to hurt. She definitely knew what she was doing. I imagine years of masturbation trained her to use those nails just right.

“Agh!” I cried again as she added her ring finger.

“That’s it, little girl.” She teased. You’re only two years older than me, cunt! “Give in to the better woman and let us both enjoy ourselves. I’ll let you taste my pussy in return.”

I hyperventilated as she finger fucked me at just the perfect pace. Not too fast or too slow. Fingering a girl is a delicate procedure, you see and she was the best I’d had in a very long time. My pussy was like her toy at this point. She began rubbing her thumb against my clit and that’s when yet another orgasm began to reach me. I was so spent, I couldn’t hold it back in the slightest. I just barely grunted as I came for the third time so far, all over her skilled hand.

“I love making you cum, princess.” She teased as she licked the fluids from my hand.

I struggled to stay conscious. Three orgasms to nothing. Was this really happening? Was I really about to suffer my most humiliating defeat ever? I’d always made my opponent cum, even in my very first match! No! I’m not going down like that! Now it’s my turn! Let’s see how the duchess of darkness likes being on the receiving end of domination! I got up, rubbed the tiredness from my eyes and stared daggers at her. She has to do better than that to get me down!

“You just never learn, do you?” Blaire said. “But that’s okay, sweetie. Your persistence will make your defeat all the devastating for you and gratifying for me!”

“You were right about one thing.” I said as I caught my breath. “I very much do want a taste of your haunted cunt. And I think I’ll do that right now!”

I ran into her, almost tackling her to the ground but I pulled her back up just in time. I had a vice grip on her meaty, gray ass cheeks and used them as leverage to slam my mouth straight into her arrogant pussy!

“Oh!” She cooed. “You really are a glutton for punishment!” She grabbed my hair.

This bitch has been dishing it out on me all night long. Now, let’s see how she takes it! Giving and taking are the core essentials of the game, after all. I ravenously slurped and slobbered over her cunt like I hadn’t eaten in days, even though I’d eaten plenty in the past few days, as you are more than aware.

“Ugh!” Blaire grunted. “That’s right, slut! Please your soon-to-be mistress!”

I gave her right cheek a good smack in response, which made her clench her teeth. You probably expect goth girls to taste like black licorice or some other edgy shit but she actually tasted quite nice. Tangy but just the right amount of sweetness. Gordon Ramsay himself would enjoy such a unique flavor. I drove my tongue all over her pudenda and then dove inside over and over again, alternating between my licking methods. Since she seemed to be experimenting and innovating with her carnal technique on me, why should I not do the same? That’s part of why sexfighting is so addictive. You never know what to expect.

“Ah! Oh!” Blaire shrieked as she pulled my hair. I could tell she wasn’t going to last very much longer.

I massaged my hands into her cheeks, letting the meatiness absorb my fingers as I continued my dinner. I made sexy little moaning and cooing sounds to let her know how much I was enjoying devouring her and orally dominating her like she did to me. She now gripped my hair with both hands but it wasn’t slowing me down in the slightest. I was going to eat this sweet gray cunt until it burst and nothing was going to stand in my way! She began to gyrate and wobble around, signaling that her pleasure was building. She had impressive carnal endurance but no one who isn’t asexual can resist Ashley Morris in the end.

“Agh! Fuck! You cunt-licking sleaze!” She cursed.

It just occurred to me that I hadn’t paid any attention to that dark gray pleasure bud of hers yet. Now, why don’t I fix that? I slowly and sloppily dragged my tongue from the bottom of her lower lips until I reached her clit, giving her intense chills. I then gave it the biggest, hottest, sloppiest and most passionate kiss possible.

“Ahhhhh!!!!” Blaire screamed. “You…BIIIIITTTTTCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!!”

She then came explosively. Whatever of her climax that wasn’t swallowed by me coated my face and seeped into my long hair. God, I love that feeling. Like being at a sprinkler party. Nothing better than feeling your opponent splatter all over you. However, I wasn’t done yet by a longshot. Blaire bent her head over, her dark raven locks just barely grazing my forehead as she hyperventilated. I pulled at her feet, sending her falling to the soft carpet below, making her grunt. My revenge was not complete just yet. First, I moved up towards her and held her face still, letting my soit and her own cum seep into her panting mouth, which she quickly swallowed like the cum-guzzling goth thot that she was. Then, I grabbed her legs, held them up and then rubbed my bare foot right into her just orgasmed pussy.

“Ugghhh!!! You dirty bitch!” She cursed.

“Takes one to know one, Elvira.” I shot back as I massaged her cunt.

The sound of her moaning at my mercy filled me with euphoria. I gently kicked at her cunt, rubbing my foot deeply into her secreting, plump and juicy goth cunt. It was actually a lot of fun. I noticed she was moving her leg towards me and I knew instantly that she was planning on reciprocating the move, so I used my other leg to hold hers down. She tried to use her other leg to do it and with both my legs occupied, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop her, so I quickly adopted a new tactic. I pulled my foot from her twat, instantly dropped down, held her legs apart and then did something I haven’t done in I don’t even know how long. I began to tittyfuck her.

“Ohhhh!!!” Blaire screamed as my beloved bazongas penetrated her gray twat.

It was rare for me to resort to tittyfucking. When you have a set like mine, it’s not easy to pull off unless the girl is extremely bowlegged. One of the only downsides of precious K cups. Still, it was not impossible and when done right, it makes girls cream all over my boobs, which I absolutely love. Judging from Blaire’s reaction, she was absolutely loving it too. I waved back and forth so my tits could explore her pussy nice and thoroughly.

“You said you licked my rack, bitch. You’re welcome.” I mocked.

“Do your worst, slut!” Blaire yelled through her moaning as her black and purple hair fanned out on the floor.

“With extreme pleasure.” I said.

I held Blaire’s legs with my inner elbows, so I could use my hands to rub my tits deeper into her. She was twisting and turning her head around with overwhelming pleasure at my tittyfuck. I could feel her juices soaking my areola as I rubbed my tits in a parallel pattern all over her. One going up while the other went down and then vice versa. Her juiciness was telling me how much she was enjoying this. I had her right where I wanted her.

“Agh! I hope that’s not all you’ve got, princess! Ugh!” Blaire mocked.

“Says the bitch who can’t form a single sentence without moaning.” I shot back. But she was right. I had to take this further. I brought my nipples right up to her clit. My brown milk buds double-teamed her gray pleasure bud.

“Fuuuuucccckkkk!!!” She screeched.

“That’s it, babe. Let it all out.” I teased as she panted and moaned like the bitch in heat that she was. Once again, music to my ears.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugggghhhh…” She groaned out softly as she released her fluids all over my pride and joy.

I grinned with satisfaction as I pulled away from her panting form. I pulled my womanly mountains up towards my face to lick them clean as best I could. Then, I gave both of my girls a kiss to celebrate a job well done.

“I hope you’re grateful, bitch.” I told the still panting Blaire. “Very few nymphos have experienced what you just have. It’ll at least give you something to brag about to my other fallen enemies in this tower.”

“Fuck…you…” She said through heavy breathing.

“I’ve already done that a lot tonight but if you insist…” I said.

I bent back down, grabbed both her legs and held them on my shoulders as I brought my cunt to hers yet again and humped into her fiercely.

“Ohhh!!” She groaned.

“Yeah, baby. Take it all!” I teased.

I flexed my ass back and forth, slamming my red ripe pussy into her gray ripe pussy. She felt so leathery and smooth and of course, wet and juicy.

“I can feel how wet you are for the better woman, whore!” I mocked. She didn’t respond. I guess after being so thoroughly dominated by me, she decided she was no longer in a position to talk shit.

“Agh! Ugh! Fuck!” She moaned as my pussy dominated hers.

Our clits quickly came together in a tense standoff with mine gaining the advantage almost immediately. My bud kissed her own lustfully. Pink against gray. I can’t help but wonder what that would look like in our sealed labias. Like I was fucking a zombie, maybe. She wrapped her legs around my head to try and force me down in her but I resisted. It made tribbing her a bit harder but not much. Her cunt belonged to my cunt and nothing would change that. I lightly bit my lower lip with pleasure as I continued fucking her. It can be easy to forget that when tribbing, even the dominant bitch of the two will still feel something. Blaire humped back into me best she could but it was no use. I owned her and I would not let her go for the life of me.

“God! God! GOOOODDDD!!!” She shrieked.

“I was expecting to hear “Satan” but that works too.” I teased the goth slut.

I felt her resistance getting weaker and her back arching and jerking in the way I’ve been waiting for. She closed her eyes, grit her teeth and grunted as she shot her juices into my superior twat. One of the best feelings in the world. I let her legs go as they fell to the ground and she breathed deeply, weaker than before. I could tell that she didn’t have much left. I got on top of her. Cunt-to-cunt, tit-to-tit and lip-to-lip as I gave her a loving kiss for about thirty long, beautiful seconds.

“I love making you cum too.” I said to her sexily.

“Then let’s make each other cum. Non-stop. Until one of us is incapable of fucking the other back!” Blaire dared. I was hoping she’d say that after all the pleasure we dished out on each other.

“Oh, you are so on, cunt!” I accepted.

We bearhugged each other, pushing us into the other hot piece’s body as once again we rolled all over each other in an orgasmic catball like right back where we began. We kissed ravenously and furiously as we ground our tits, nipples, pudenda and clits into each other. Our hair blanketed each other with each roll as we took turns sucking each other’s spitty, talented tongues. It was glorious. Like the entire world revolved around our match. We buried our hands in each other’s sweaty, matted hair as we made out. I think her tongue and her inner labia were the only things on her body that weren’t black, gray or purple.

We stopped side by side and broke the kiss, our tongues hanging out as we panted like dogs and stared at each other. We were both tired and it was still any bitch’s fight. We began to sword fight with our tongues, slashing and sliding them together before they tangled and our drool pooled down into our cleavages. We gripped each other’s fine asses with one hand and released the other girl’s hair with the other hand to rub our rival’s pussy. We were so close that our bodies sandwiched our hands into each other’s cunt, increasing the pleasure. Our moans were muffled by our rival’s tongue as we kept at it for I don’t even know how long.

Eventually though and seemingly out of nowhere, Blaire’s eyes drooped and her head fell into my shoulder. I was shocked and confused at first. She never showed any signs of being more tired than me but then I realized something. She was probably so focused on fucking me and her adrenaline was going so high that it eventually just ran out suddenly and her fatigue that was being blocked out until now had hit her like a truck. That does happen on occasion, which is why you must never outpace yourself. It’s even happened to me before but that’s a story for another day. I buried my face in her hair as my own tiredness swept over me. I was now halfway through this tower of debauchery. I took pride in that and we slept on each other’s hot bodies. A few hours had passed and I awoke to find Blaire nuzzling me. Once I woke up a bit more, it all came back to me.

“I won!” I declared.

“Yes, you sure did.” Blaire said casually. You might have expected her to be a sore loser but we’re all good sports in this game. Besides, win or lose, you still get to fuck hot girls. Who can be salty after that?

“You know, I just realized something.” I said.

“And what’s that?” Blaire asked.

“We never actually took it to the bed.” I answered.

“Wow. You’re right.” Blaire said. “Why don’t we fix that, winner?”

“You don’t need to ask.”

I spent the rest of the night fucking Blaire and I had actually forgotten to ask her what her story was. Meh. I can save that for the morning. I have a big titty goth GF to attend to right now. We largely sucked each other’s tits since we actually didn’t get to do that either during our fight. We also 69ed for hours so we could both enjoy each other’s tasty pussy at the same time. God, did I love eating her out to orgasm again and again. Once again, she had a very skilled tongue. After we had our fill of each other and went to sleep, I once again woke up cuddled up next to her as we played with each other’s thick, flowing locks and she rested her head upon my titanic tatas.

“So, what’s your story, hun?” I asked. “I’m guessing you love the game because you love dominating others?”

“Well, that is a big kink of mine but no.” Blaire answered as we pet each other’s hair. “What I love about it is the thrill. The uniqueness. The fact that it feels so dirty and unusual. I love that. Ordinary sex can never even hope to compare to the rush it gives me.”

“Oh?” I asked. Her reasons were similar to Courtney but instead of using the game as an energy outlet, she used it as an inlet. Very interesting.

“Of course. You see, after our parents split, Rose turned to drugs but me? I turned to rebellion. Mostly petty crimes at first. Vandalism. Car keying. Shit like that. But then, I wanted more of a thrill, so I started pickpocketing. Rose was ditching drugs and began to worry about me, so she introduced me to some hot lady that she said could help me. I expected some shrink but…”

“The Boss?” I asked.

“Yep. She seemed so oddly charming and introduced me to something she said would give me the greatest thrill and was perfectly legal. The game. And she was spot on. She saved me just like she saved my sister. She even talked to her friend in the PD to give me community service for all the shit I did.”

“That’s quite a story.” I said.

“Yeah. And after being introduced to the unique thrill of the game, who can possibly go back to regular sex? Except for you, apparently.” She teased.

“Want me to outfuck you again?” I dared.

“If you did, I’d just have to outfuck you three times to prove I’m better.” She said. “You were the better woman today, princess but every fight is different.”

“True.” I agreed. “Anyway, wanna shower?” I offered.

“You go on ahead. I’ll wait till after you leave.” She answered.

“Don’t want me to see you without makeup, huh?” I asked.

“Some things are best left to the imagination…At least for now.” Blaire said.

“Fine.”

I washed up and the naked goth babe got up and scanned her eye for me.

“Good luck, princess. You’ll need it.” Blaire said.

“What? No miss goodbye?” I asked. Blaire then grabbed my face and rammed her tongue down my throat for an entire minute before letting me go.

“Nice meeting you too, Vampirella.” I said as I was about to enter the elevator once again.

“Oh and before you go…” Blaire interrupted. “There actually is one girl in this hedonistic gauntlet that does love the game for the domination factor. You’ll know her when you see her.”

“Thanks for the spoilers, babe.” I said jokingly as the elevator door closed and the red text revealed my next piece of pussy to conquer.

Floor 6: The Stripper

A stripper is up next on the chopping block, eh? I just hope she’s as flexible as Courtney, given their similar jobs. Yeah, we all know that cheerleaders are just glorified PG strippers. I personally don’t go to strip clubs that much. Why? Because it’s all buildup and no payoff. Customers aren’t allowed to touch them, so what’s the point? It’s like going to a restaurant just to look at and smell the food. Why torture yourself like that? Is it just for masturbation material? I don’t need that. I have a hot roommate with a big, bubble butt to play with every day! That being said, I can understand the appeal. It is definitely an enjoyable show. Watching barely-clothed, limber beauties put themselves on display all for you but again, if you’re not allowed to fuck them, I just don’t see the purpose.

Anyway, the elevator door opened and it revealed what looked like your typical “gentlemen’s club” inside. The men who go to these clubs are as gentlemanly as warthogs but I guess I have no room to talk. There was a bar in the center surrounded by booths on all the walls and against the south wall was a stage with big, red curtains and a pole in the center. Leaning against the pole was my next conquest for the night. She was blonde with long, wavy hair. She looked like Jessica Simpson except her hair went down to just above her fine asscrack. She wore a pink top and thong, both of which were full of shiny glitter. They showed off her toned ass and equally nice rack. Not as nice as mine but I’m used to that. She had full lips, a lean belly and smooth, rich legs. This girl was born to be a stripper.

Upon seeing me, her face instantly lit up in an enthusiastic grin and she got off the stage to run towards me and hug me tightly. She squeezed our sexy bodies together as she giggled and reached down to grab my ass. And here I thought it was the customers who had to stop themselves from touching the strippers, not the other way around. She then gave me a big, long kiss as she still hugged me.

“I’ve been waiting for you!” The perky blonde said. “My name’s Krystal with a K! I’m 24 years old, an F cup and I’ve been stripping for four years! Playing the game for three!”

“Oh?” I asked as she continued to caress me in our hug, which I reciprocated.

“That’s right and boy, do I have plans for you, hot stuff!” She said as she used both hands to clap my ass cheeks.

This girl was cheerful and friendly like Courtney and Amy but she exudes a very different vibe from those two. Courtney was energetic and hot-blooded. Amy was cute and alluring. Krystal just gave off an air of pure hedonism and sluttiness, which immediately drew me in. I clapped her thong-clad booty in return as we snuggled into our hug. She just felt like the kinda dirty bitch you just wanna roll around in the gutter with. Guess it comes with the territory of being a stripper.

“What kind of plans?” I asked as we began to stroke each other’s hair.

“Why don’t we both get undressed and I’ll show you?” Krystal answered my question with another question.

We pulled apart and I immediately missed the feel of her body against mine. Being an F cup, she had the biggest tits of all my opponents so far. I looked forward to making this blonde bimbo scream my name. As she was already wearing so little, she was naked in seconds and I got to see that set of hers in all its F cup glory. She had red nipples which I couldn’t wait to suck on. I took a little bit longer to get in the buff but when I did, she was naturally blown away.

“Goddamn, your tits are amazing!” Krystal said as she ogled me.

“Oh, I know.” I said confidently. “You jelly?”

“To be honest, I dunno.” Krystal answered, surprising me. “Having to lug those bean bags around might make it harder for me to perform.”

“Well, maybe someday I’ll give your little hobby a try, blondie and see if you’re right.” I said. “Now, what did you want to show me?”

Krystal gained a huge, almost childlike smile as she walked back on stage and grabbed hold of the red curtains behind the dancing poles.

“You see, I’m a performer.” Krystal explained. “And here, I get to perform all day. Stripping is like the game. It’s not just a hobby or way of getting kicks. It’s an art form. We do more than just dance. We titillate, we seduce and we use our beauty to lure people in. Just like the game.”

“I see your point.” I agreed. “But what are you getting at, babe?”

“Well, as I said, we do more than just dance. I wasn’t just being philosophical when I said that. There are other aspects of stripping too. And do you know what my favorite one is?”

I nodded my head no and she gained a devious look in her eyes before pulling the curtain back.

“Pudding wrestling!” She answered.

Behind the curtain was a gigantic, inflatable pool, about the size of King Arthur’s Round Table. And if you haven’t guessed already, it was absolutely chock-full of chocolate pudding. About shin-deep. It looked delicious. And the best part? Right in the center of the pool was a humongous dollop of whipped cream, roughly twice the size of a bean bag chair. Easily big enough for two hot, naked whores like ourselves to wrestle in. My eyes went wide at what I saw. This Krystal really was as kinky as I had guessed. Perhaps even more so. I was gonna love this. I did some messy wrestling back in my college days and enjoyed it very much. I wonder if Shannon would like it?

“Well, what do you think?” Krystal asked.

“I think you’re a kinky-ass bitch…and I like it.” I answered.

“You have no idea how right you are, you K cup cunt.” She teased. “I only wish we had a crowd here. Not only would we get tips up the ass but they’d pour things like booze, whipped cream and more pudding on us as we wrestled.”

“You’re really into that kinda shit, huh?” I asked as I ran my fingers through the pudding, feeling its thickness.

“Hell yes!” She answered enthusiastically. “Some prudish broads would look down on me for it but I live to be the center of attention! Anyways, let’s quit yapping and get down and dirty!”

“Who am I to turn that down?” I asked rhetorically.

We stood on opposite sides of the pool, staring deeply into each other’s perverted eyes, daring each other to take the first step inside the pool of confectionary goodness. I guess I broke first, as I leaned my right leg over and dipped my toes in. The pudding was warm and slightly melted but felt very soothing as I fully stepped inside. It almost felt like I was at a spa. As I estimated earlier, the pudding reached my shins, about halfway up my smooth legs. I couldn’t help but coo as the soothing, thick liquid gave me goosebumps. Back in the day, I would mostly wrestle other sluts in oil but this felt very different and in a good way. I saw that Krystal had joined me on her side of the pool and we began to approach each other.

It was a bit hard to walk through the thickness of the pudding but we pushed on until my brown and her red nipples met in a chilling collision of female flesh. We smiled at each other and immediately started kissing lovingly. We moaned sexily like two long lost lovers reunited and it felt so good. Our tongues gently tangled as we caressed each other’s hot bodies. Then, we broke the kiss and looked at each other lustfully before I pushed her down into the pudding. She shrieked with shock as she fell back first into the chocolatey sweetness. Her flowing, blonde locks floating in the stuff. I expected her to be pissed but she just got up and smiled at me again.

“You learn fast.” Krystal said. “That’s good.”

She then grabbed my arm and pulled me down into the pudding with her. I landed in the stuff face first, my hair getting soaked and matted with chocolate as I got out and flipped it, sending some pudding flying behind me. We both took handfuls of the stuff and began covering each other with it, giggling like slutty schoolgirls as we enjoyed our little food fight. I used both hands to pour it over her tits as she rubbed her chocolatey hands into my face and I retaliated. We shrieked and giggled as we fought for a few more minutes before we were both completely coated in the stuff. Our long, thick hair was totally matted down to our backs and felt heavy from accumulating so much pudding. There wasn’t an inch of us left uncovered. If it wasn’t for our differing sup sizes, you wouldn’t even be able to tell us apart. We laughed at how silly the other girl looked.

“You look like a zombie!” Krystal teased, giggling.

“And you look like a piece of candy!” I teased back. “Now let’s lick each other clean!”

“Girl, you just read my mind!” Krystal said.

We came together again and stuck out our tongues. The pink contrasted nicely with our chocolatey forms and we then began to lick each other’s faces. The pudding tasted so rich and delightful, especially off of Krystal’s flawless skin. I felt the ridges of her taste buds against my cheek as she licked me, giving me chills.

“You’re so tasty.” I said as we hugged again.

“You don’t know the half of it, babe.” Krystal said as our pudding covered tits rubbed together passionately, making us sigh with pleasure.

The feeling of your skin covered in pudding rubbing against another hot girl’s skin also covered in pudding was something I cannot even begin to describe. We reached down into the chocolate to play with each other’s pussies for the first time. To tell you the truth, in the confusion, I had forgotten what her pussy looked like and what color it was. Oh, well. A pussy’s a pussy. The thickness of the stuff slowed our manual pleasuring of each other down but made it no less enjoyable.

“Ohhh…” I moaned.

“Uhhh…” Krystal moaned.

We kissed again, slowly and lovingly. God, I was having the time of my life. I felt like a total whore, which I was but more so than usual…And I was loving every moment of it. I can only imagine if there was an audience here, cheering, whistling, music blasting, lights flashing and them splashing the pudding more into us, pouring their drinks on us, maybe even some other girls jumping in with us…Holy shit, what have I been missing out on?! Krystal broke the kiss and layed herself on top of me against the edge of the pool, my chocolate coated hair hanging off and dripping sweetness on the stage floor. Krystal giggled and aligned our bodies again, our cunts meeting under the stuff, making us both moan.

“Ahhh!”

“Ohhh!”

We were putting our all into the tribbing and feeling the same amount of exertion as we normally would but the thick substance slowed us down and let me tell you, it made for an experience unlike any other. The pleasure was slow and delicious, almost hypnotic. She rubbed her boobs against mine again as she humped me lovingly. I just can’t describe it but I’ll try my best. The feeling of the thick pudding lightly pressing against my twat alongside Krystal’s own twat almost felt like I was being fucked my two pussies at the same time, if that makes any sense. And the blonde bimbo gets to do this each and every day?! Have I missed out on the best career of all time?! Oh, well. Better late than never.

Krystal massaged my body with her own as she bent down to suck on my sweet, chocolatey left milk bud while she used her hand to tweak the right one. I was in heaven. She twirled her tongue around my nip lovingly as she kept humping my cunt. I held her pudding-slabbed hair as she fucked me. I felt like I was in a trance and I knew she was enjoying this just as much. The thickness of the chocolate made it hard for me to tell exactly which parts of her pussy were touching mine but it was out of this world. Tribbing under pudding. I was already addicted to it and then some.

“Agh!” I grunted as I felt a rush of orgasmic pleasure flowing through me already.

“I gotcha now.” Krystal said as she stopped suckling me.

“Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!!!!” I shrieked as I climaxed as she continued humping me in that glorious way. I couldn’t even tell if my juices shot into her cunt underneath there.

“That was…incredible.” I said through my panting.

“It sure is, isn’t it?” Krystal teased and giggled.

“Well, I think I got the hang of this now…Let’s see how you like it, slut!” I said as I pounced on her. I was now on top of her and was the one humping her pussy under the stuff.

“Ugh! You sexy bitch!” Krystal cursed as I tribbed her.

“Oh, God! It feels even better when you’re the dominant one!” I bragged.

My pudding drenched hair curtained us as I slammed my tongue down her throat and it rubbed against her a little. We exchanged the sweet taste of chocolate and each other’s hot spit as I swirled and slid my cunt all over hers.

“Mmm!!!” She screamed into my mouth.

Once again, it was hard to tell which part of our pussies were where but I just felt like my entire twat was on fire with pleasure. It was so nice and warm, so intense, the pudding gave the perfect middle ground between slow and fast without us having to manage ourselves! Jesus Christ, the euphoria was out of this world! I moaned as we continued making out and I held her body underneath the stuff. She pulled my heavy hair as my tongue dominated hers and she tried in vain to hump back into me. I got the hang of this real quick and now it was my turn to dish out some pleasure on my opponent. We broke the kiss, panting and drooling.

“That all you got, bitch?” She mocked.

“Not even close, slut!” I shot back.

I reached down, sandwiching my arm in between our chocolatey bodies as I used the weight of my own body to force my fingers deeper into her sweet, juicy twat. Before she could moan, I sealed her mouth off with mine again. Sloppily tonguing her slutty but tasty mouth as she pulled my hair again. I brought my pelvis back and then slammed my pussy down hard on hers.

“Mmm!!!” She moaned, muffled by my ownership of her mouth.

I did this again and again, spanking her cunt with my own, sending electric waves of pleasure throughout her hot body. She loved it and so did I. She was mine. All mine. I felt her pelvis arch and her back jerk, signaling her oncoming orgasm and I increased my speed and velocity.

“Mmm! Mmmm!! MMMMMM!!!!!” She screamed into the kiss as I just barely felt her cum underneath the pudding.

I released her as she hyperventilated, lying in the stuff, huffing and puffing.

“Are you sure you’ve done this before, blondie? You’re not very good at it if a newbie like me made you cum that hard.” I mocked. She recovered.

“Oh, we’re not done by a longshot, you hot, big-boobed. brunette bimbo!” She shot back.

She bearhugged me and then dragged me over to the giang dollop of whipped cream. I tried to resist but she was stronger than she looked. She fell with me into the cream, which we slowly sank in. She released me and we started giggling again as we wrestled in that stick, white fluid. We pawed and groped at each other with the stuff. She grabbed my hair, pulled it down over my face and shampooed the whipped cream into my already chocolatey locks. I flipped my hair back, sending all that sweetness flying. I giggled as I did the same to her. I pulled her hair down, blocking her face as I rubbed the substance into her pudding-coated locks. Her hair felt silky and slimy at the same time. She flipped her hair forward, intentionally smacking me in the face with it.

We kept giggling as we massaged the whipped cream into each other as much as possible, letting it mix with the pudding. I loved it so much. The unique, warm and oddly comfortable feeling of being covered with all this mess and the kinkiness of covering another hot bitch with it at the same time. Oh, God was this kinky! We cuddled up next to each other, sitting in the dollop floating in the pudding as we gently stroked each other’s messy hair and began lovingly kissing again. The combined flavor of girl spit, chocolate pudding and whipped cream…I can’t even remember the last time I tried so many new things at once and loved them all so dearly. As our sweet, dessert-covered tongues wrestled, we then broke the kiss and as if we could read each other’s minds, we both knew what we wanted next.

We played rock, paper, scissors and I won rock to scissors. Krystal then stood up as I sat down, letting all that sweetness coating her body drip back into the pool. I then swam over to her, kneeled up, grabbed her two meaty, slippery ass cheeks and began eating out her creamy, chocolatey pussy.

“Uhhh…” Krystal moaned as I enjoyed her flavor.

My tongue slowly explored her indescribably delicious twat as I licked, kissed and gathered up as much chocolate and whipped cream from her inner labia as I could. Not to sound like a broken record but the mixture of her pussy juice with the confectionaries was beyond tasty. To all my fellow nymphos out there, if you haven’t tried dessert wrestling, do it! You have no idea what you’re missing out on!

Krystal gripped my chocolatey, creamy locks as I devoured her passionately, letting all of those sweet fluids flow down my tongue as her girl walls tightened around it. There truly was no taste on earth quite like this one. I slurped on her cunt as I bobbed my head to increase the intensity of the messy cunnilingus.

“Agh! Fuck!” Krystal cursed.

I licked all over her pussy in different patterns. I generally find the figure-8 licking pattern to be most effective. Nice mix of teasing and giving. Suddenly, her crotch bumped into my forehead, likely a muscle spasm indicating an orgasm on the way. Naturally, I licked more intensely, bringing in my lips and even a little teeth to the mix.

“Ughhh!!! Gooooodddd!!!!” Krystal shouted as her climax fluids burst all over my already messy face, making the pudding and whipped cream run a little bit.

Krystal bent her head over, letting her pudding-encrusted hair flow downwards and nearly touching me as she struggled to catch her breath. I licked her remaining juices off of my lips. She then recovered. Her stamina was quite impressive, I had to admit.

“Okay, now it’s my turn to eat you, bitch!” Krystal announced as she flipped her hair back, flinging some pudding and cream backwards.

I obliged and stood up, presenting the most beautiful, skilled cunt in the world to the hot, dessert covered stripper.

“Come and get it, you sexy blonde whore!” I dared her.

“With pleasure, you fuckable brunette skank!” She shot back.

She reciprocated my move, crawling over to grab my ass, sinking her fingers into the thick cheeks as she dove her tongue into my pleasure center, making me wince audibly.

“Oh!” I grunted as she swirled her tongue all over my pussy, cleaning the chocolate pudding and whipped cream out.

I gripped her coated hair with both hands as she went down on me with a tense ferocity. She waved her head all around to tongue-fuck me in every which way imaginable. She knew how to eat pussy, no denying that. She audibly slurped and slobbered all over my delicious inner labia. I knew she was enjoying herself, not just because of my own clear irresistibility but because I myself had just tasted what she was tasting now. Suddenly, she stopped, albeit very briefly.

“You taste amazing, Ash.” She said before diving back into my messy muff.

“Agh! Thank you! Oh!” I groaned as I kept pulling her chocolatey and creamy hair.

She soon discovered my clit and went all out like the savage nympho she was. The second her tongue made contact, I had to bite my lower lip to keep myself from screaming. I can only imagine how humiliating it would’ve been if we had an audience. Hey, even I like being humiliated every once in a while. My back jerked and I knew what that meant, as did Krystal.

“Oh, fuck, Krystal! Agh! Agh! AGGGHHHH!!!!” I yelled as Krystal sealed her upper lips to my lower lips, swallowing almost all of my girl load. Damn, this bitch could use her mouth.

Like her, I bent over forwards, letting my slightly longer, messy hair caress Krystal’s face as she grabbed it and used it to wipe my cum from her face. Kinky slut. I caught my breath and flipped my hair back, again sending the stuff flying.

“It’s too bad the pudding is too deep for us to 69.” Krystal said.

“Yeah.” I agreed. “Next time, make it only ankle deep, so we can at least 69 horizontally.”

“You got it, sexy.” She said cheerfully.

“For now, though…” I began. “Let’s finish this.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way, slut.” Krystal mocked.

We walked over to specific angles near an edge of the pool. We sat down and rested our heads over the edge, letting our messy hair drip on the stage floor. We then intersected our legs and began our scissoring duel in earnest. Electric volts of pleasure swam throughout our hot, slutty bodies as our lower lips kissed.

“Ohhhh!!!” We both screamed.

The sensation I had been anticipating all night was everything I had imagined and more. Our cunts combined underneath the pudding. It was beyond description. We flexed our pelvises to hump into each other with all the energy we had left. It was beautiful. We huffed and puffed, moaned and groaned, grunted and winced as our tribbing consumed us. I couldn’t tell what was pudding and what was pussy juice underneath there. I thanked God for allowing me to experience my greatest passion in a whole new way that I never would have imagined before. It was like I was sexfighting for the first time all over again. I had to convince Shannon to try this! I just had to!

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” I moaned.

“Agh! Agh! Agh!” Krystal moaned.

My chocolatey K-cups and her equally chocolatey F-cups bounced as we fucked ravenously. Our twats made love gloriously as we continued scissoring each other. Orgasm after orgasm had swallowed both of us but we pushed on in this euphoric endurance round. Sometimes, we would slow down and go nice and slow, letting the pleasure flow through our bodies but once we got tired of that, we would go right back to fucking each other with hot and slutty speed. The sounds of two nymphos bonding filled the entire room and I felt like a performer myself. We orgasmed into each other yet again but I could tell that she was tiring faster and harder than me. I pressed my advantage. As another orgasm consumed us, I noticed she was starting to fade.

I broke us apart and then crawled towards her to climb on top of her against the edge of the pool, like she had done to me at the start of all this. She smiled at me with half-closed eyes before we kissed and once again, my coated hair blanketed our faces. We tongued slowly and passionately before I brought our breasts and finally our tiring twats into this. She did not resist. I gently tribbed into her as we continued our sweet, lustful make out session. I massaged my cunt into hers underneath the chocolate pudding and very soon, she had another orgasm as she shrieked into my mouth. She broke the kiss.

“Fuck me!” She ordered with a desperate tone.

“Huh?” I asked.

“I said fuck me! I want it now!” She begged.

“Are you giving into me?” I asked.

“Yes! Now shut up and fuck me all night long, baby!” She demanded.

“Well, since you asked nicely…” I said sarcastically as I continued tribbing and kissing her.

That was a first. Instead of me fucking my rival into a deep sleep, she called it quits herself because I really was that fuckable. At least she has good taste. We spent the rest of the night in that pudding pool fucking like rabbits or more accurately, me fucking her like a rabbit since the rules were still in place and she was my sex slave for the night. I enjoyed her body inside and out for hours on end before our exhaustion finally got the better of us and we slept cuddled up to each other, still coated in the stuff from head to toe. Damn, what an amazing night.

We woke up the next morning still covered and still cuddled up. We giggled at each other and the fun and kinky night we had before getting up to go to her room and wash all of this mess off. As we entered the shower and turned the water on, she bearhugged me from behind and began groping and pawing at me roughly. I giggled and moaned at her surprise molestation as she ground her pussy into my ass while kneading my K-cups, pinching my nipples and licking the chocolate pudding and whipped cream from my neck. I turned around and we kissed lustfully as the water washed the dessert from our hot bodies. Her blonde hair and red nipples were revealed. I had almost forgotten what she looked like after seeing her coated in pudding and cream almost the entire night. We dried each other off and then relaxed on the bed, cuddling and circling each other’s nipples with our fingers.

“So, what’s your story and why do you love the game?” I asked as we stroked each other’s hair.

“I’m glad you asked, hot stuff.” She said. “As I said, I’ve been a stripper since I was 21 and the reason for that wasn’t money, oh no. It was simply because I loved everything that girls stereotypically hate about being a stripper.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’m a slut to the extreme and proud. I love being dirty, I love being catcalled and treated like a piece of meat. I love putting on a show for men and women alike, the more objectifying and humiliating, the better! I also love humiliating other sluts and making them feel like pieces of meat!”

“I certainly see that perspective.” I said.

And I wasn’t lying. Sexfighting made me feel so slutty and dirty but I loved it. I loved showing how hot I was and how much I loved being slutty and dirty. I loved humiliation, both my own and other bitches’. It was intoxicating and oddly empowering.

“And I was introduced to the game about a year into my stripping career by The Boss.” Krystal continued. “She was at one of my shows. I had given her a lap dance as it was her birthday or so she said and her eyes almost hypnotized me. I gave her a private show backstage and she said that the next time we met, she’d show me a way to feel like even more of a slut and boy, was she not kidding!”

“Yeah. I also love feeling trashy and mutual humiliation.” I agreed.

“I love humiliating girls and if they prove themselves worthy, like you did, I also love being humiliated. May the better hoe win!” Krystal said happily.

“And she did.” I said confidently. “Well, I guess this is goodbye for now.”

“Ah, do you have to go?” Krystal whined jokingly. “Just one more fuck, baby?”

“I wish I could but I have to save my energy for the next floor.” I said reluctantly. Krystal pouted cutely.

“Okay but I’m going to enjoy every second of you still being here and no one’s going to stop me!” She announced.

I was confused as to what she meant at first but quickly caught on. As I got up and began walking away, she once again wrapped her arms around me from behind and began molesting me like she did in the shower.

“Damn, bitch, could you get any thirstier?!” I teased through moaning.

She didn’t answer me and was focused on enjoying my hot body for all it was worth until I left. She really was insatiable. I slowly walked towards the elevator with her following, still on me. Licking my neck, squeezing my ass and kneading my tits.

“Okay, clit-for-brains, we’re here.” I announced. “You can stop pawing at me now. Not that I don’t enjoy it.”

“I don’t wanna. I want more of you!” She whined. I turned my head to give her a massive, passionate kiss, hoping that would satisfy my molester.

“You get your fill now, blondie?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think I’m good.” Krystal answered as she finally let me go. “But the very next time I see you again, we’re fucking right then and there! Even in public!”

“You know it.” I agreed. She scanned her eye and the elevator opened.

“You better not have fucked up my chances on the next floor.” I said.

“Hey, you made it this far. I doubt you have anything to worry about. Bye.” She said.

We kissed one last time and I entered the elevator, exhaling from that proud slut’s horniness for me as the red text showed up, immediately reigniting my loins.

Floor 7: The MILF

If there was one codename that was guaranteed to get my attention immediately, it was this one. I love older women. I mean, who doesn’t? They’re not only hot and seductive but also experienced and in the case of nymphos, often have seemingly endless carnal stories to tell. So, naturally, I was heavily anticipating this next floor. The elevator opened and this floor appeared to be a simplistic apartment. I saw a living room with a couch and TV, a small kitchen up against the wall, a table for eating and most notably, an area with a king-sized bed up against another wall. As I’ve come to expect, my soon-to-be opponent was nowhere to be found. That was, until she came out of another door, likely the bathroom.

She was…Incredible…Stunning…Beyond words but I’ll do my best. She was a tall redhead but unlike Rose, who had blood-red, crimson locks, this woman had bright, fiery orange hair which reached her seemingly voluptuous ass cheeks. She looked to be in her late 20s to early 30s. She wore a blouse with an apron in front of it, hiding her tits but I could still tell that they were quite big. She had beautiful, blue eyes and an endearing, motherly smile. She was just beyond alluring. I was at a loss for words. Then, she broke the sexually tense silence.

“Well, I guess I should introduce myself.” She said. “My name is Sally. I’m 40 years old, an H cup and I’ve been in the game for roughly 12 years now.”

I didn’t know what to say. 40 years old?! She could pass for my sister! And I knew she had a great, big rack under there. And 12 years…She’s been fuckfighting since I was 13…Damn. A true veteran. I was still silent at her mesmerizing beauty. What a fox.

“I…I…I…” I stammered.

“It’s okay. I’m used to having that effect on people.” Sally said with her sweet smile. She can even brag about her hotness and still seem angelic.

“I’m actually a happily married woman with twins, a boy and a girl, both just recently graduated from high school.” Sally explained. “However, none of them know about my secret passion.”

“You’ve been doing this for over a decade and neither of them know?” I asked, regaining my control.

“Well, what kids want to know about their mother’s sexual escapades?” Sally asked rhetorically.

“Well, if my Mom was as hot as you, I would.” I said, not sure if I was joking or not.

“Oh, you’re a kinky one. I like that.” She said, flirtatiously, almost making me melt.

“What about your husband?” I asked, desperate to change the subject before I got too hot and bothered. “I think he’d love to know about it.”

“Well, the way I see it, only one of two things would happen if I told him.” Sally began. “One: He’ll be furious, see it as cheating and either demand I stop or ask for a divorce right then and there. Or Two: The more likely scenario. He’ll be extremely turned on by it and beg to come along and watch my matches.”

“The second one doesn’t sound bad at all.” I said.

“Maybe but I see the game as my own thing.” Sally argued. “It’s where I can just be myself. I just have a feeling that he’ll want to take control, start setting up matches for me without my approval, decide the terms of the match himself or smother me with it. I like to play the game my own way.”

“I can understand that.” I said. “But don’t you ever feel guilty about hiding it from him or worry that he’ll discover it himself?”

“Yes and yes.” Sally answered. “He’s a wonderful man and has been the love of my life since college but I just think the risk is too great.”

“Again, I can understand that. No judgement here.” I said.

“Yes but enough family drama. We both know what we’re here for.” Sally said. “The Boss talked up a storm about you, Ashley. I hope she wasn’t exaggerating but she rarely does.”

“Everything you heard? 100% true.” I said confidently.

“I’m looking forward to it, honey.” Sally said. Her voice was so soft and beautiful.

And with that, we began to strip. I have to admit, even as experienced as I was, I was a bit nervous. 12 years…Damn. Sally was like an angel. A hot, big-titted, incredibly, irresistibly fuckable angel. However, I remained focused. I had a feeling that she was like Amy. Using her pleasantness and beauty to lure in her victims. I would not give in. As she removed her apron and blouse, I noticed that she was not wearing a bra and let her humongous H cups flow freely. She had by far the biggest rack of any girl I’ve faced in this gauntlet of female debauchery so far and I was loving it. As I got in the buff, I couldn’t help but notice that she was eyeing me up as well.

“Wow…” She said, obviously blown away by my pride and joy, as anyone who isn’t blinde would be.

“I’ve heard stories about your breasts but good Lord…” Sally said, bewildered. “I’ve only ever seen one other woman with breasts comparable to yours.”

We both knew exactly which woman she was talking about.

“Why, thank you.” I said sweetly. “Yours are very nice too. It’s like you never lost the baby weight.”

“They’re truly a gift from God.” Sally joked.

We then got in close and pressed our sexy bodies together. My K cups and her H cups intersected. Her tit flesh felt so good. So soft and squishy. We giggled as we massaged our tits into each other before I grabbed her face and gently pulled her into a passionate kiss. We moaned lovingly as our tongues wrapped into each other. Her kissing was beyond amazing. It was as if she knew exactly where to put her tongue that would result in the most pleasure for me. And here I thought I could read people. She pulled my face in as well to make the kissing as deep as possible. The sound of popping lips filled the room as we kept making out. I was already as wet as the ocean. We broke the kiss.

“You’re such a good kisser.” Sally complimented me.

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” I bragged. “It helps that girls are much better kissers than guys.”

“I could not agree more.” Sally said. “Shall we take this to the bed?”

“enchanté.” I replied.

We pulled apart and my slutty body immediately went into withdrawal. I wanted…No, needed more of her but I knew more was coming. My hormones were as active as an ant colony and I had to get them under control. I had a sexfight to win. We went to Sally’s bed and got under the nice, thick covers. Her pillows were large and comfortable. I felt like I was in a cocoon. She cuddled up next to me and the blanket made her already soft, supple skin even more welcoming and comfortable. We nuzzled each other, our thighs pressed against each other’s rapidly moustening pussies. God, this woman was out of this world. She kissed me again, even more passionately than the first time and buried her gentle hands in my thick, soft brunette hair. I reciprocated both moves. Her tongue was so warm and rubbery, her hair was so silky and smooth and I felt like I was melting beneath her.

No! I have to push on and win this. I increased the aggression of my kissing, wrapped my lips around her soft, succulent tongue and sucked on it ravenously, making her giggle. She then sucked on my tongue in return. My brown and her red nipples lightly jousted below the blanket as we made out. We broke the kiss again, leaving behind a trail of drool between our lips as we then rested our heads on each other’s shoulders. Her hair smelt so sweet and fruity. I had to ask her what shampoo she used after this was over but by God, I hoped it would never be over! She reached below me and started playing with my pussy from behind as she lightly lapped at my neck. I did the same to her. Her pussy was so warm, so juicy and slick.

“Uhh…” I gently moaned, making her giggle. I could tell that Sally was the kind of nympho that adored pleasuring her opponents and making them squeal for her, the sadistic, smoking hot cunt.

I decided to take this further by flipping myself on top of her, her head resting against the pillow as I looked down at her. She shot me that same gorgeous, heart-melting smile as I aligned our pussies and our lower lips began to kiss. We both closed our eyes and lightly cooed.

“Ohhh…” Sally groaned at my tribbing.

“You like that?” I asked rhetorically.

“I can already tell that you’re very skilled but it takes a lot to satisfy me, little girl.” Sally bragged.

“Well, old lady, let’s kick it up a notch!” I shot back.

I then bent my head down and sealed my lips to the elegant MILF’s nipples, making her wince again.

“Oh, that’s it sweetie, suckle me.” She said as she wrapped her hands in my hair.

I slurped and tongued at her milk bud lustfully. It tasted sweet and fleshy. I kneaded her left breast with my right arm, pinching and squeezing her nipple as I suckled her like a starving baby. No titties taste quite like MILF titties. She pulled my hair tighter, which usually meant that the pleasure was getting more intense.

“Oh, yes!” She moaned. I smiled, knowing that it was working.

I increased the speed and intensity of my sucking, popping the bud in between my lips like I was trying to give her a boob hickey. She sighed and grunted from my efforts as I kept it up and eventually, I struck gold. White gold that can only be mined from a true MILF. She began to lactate!

“Oh, my!” She said sweetly as she realized what was happening. “And here I thought only The Boss could do that to me!”

Me being able to do something that only The Boss could do was a massive boost to my ego. I slurped and swallowed all of it. Milk straight from the teat was very unique in taste. No wonder so many babies have a hard time quitting the stuff. I pulled out of her nipple as I licked my lips clean of her milk.

“That was tasty.” I said.

“It was enjoyable for me too.” Sally said.

“Now, where was I?” I asked jokingly. “Oh, yeah!”

I then pried her smooth legs open as I went back to tribbing her.

“Agh!” She shrieked as I humped into her. “Oh, God! Even your pussy kisses good!”

“As does your own.” I complimented her through my heavy breathing as I kept fucking her.

Our sloppy, velvety openings made out passionately as we tribbed. Our flowing hair and gigantic tatas bounced and flew all around with each movement. I kept slamming into her hard and fast like a gatling gun. Loud panting noises, both from her and myself, filled the room. Our joined labia caused our juices to spill into each other. I felt her warm fluids sink into my cunt beautifully. It was glorious.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” Sally grunted.

“Agh! Agh! Agh!” I grunted.

Our hair quickly became sweaty and matted down to our flawless skin. I wanted to bend down and see if I could milk her other nipple but I didn’t want to break up the good rhythm I had going on here. After a few minutes of hot, horny tribbing, I could tell from the louder and longer sounds of her moaning and panting that she was about to climax. I braced myself and slowed down my humping, so that I wouldn’t orgasm myself just yet. Had to conserve that energy for later.

“Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh, GOOOOOODDDDDD!!!!!” Sally screamed as she shot her climactic fluids right into my vaginal canal. I sighed at her hot blast of girl mess filling me up nice and good.

“Was that the greatest you’ve ever had or what?” I asked in an arrogant tone as I caught my breath.

“I’ve had better.” Sally answered bluntly.

“Huh?” I asked, both confused and offended.

Suddenly, the orange-haired bitch wrapped her legs around me and turned us both around. Now, I was the one on the bottom and she was on top. My crotch was just barely ascended and she was practically sitting on my cunt with her own. Sneaky old slut.

“You conniving whore!” I cursed.

“Always stay focused, sweetie.” Sally lectured. “That’s how the game separates the girls from the women. Now let me show you how tribbing is really done.”

She then pulled herself up just slightly and then fell down hard into me, pussy-to-pussy.

“Agh! Fuck!” I cursed. Damn, that was an effective move. I had to remember it.

“You like that?” She teased, repeating what I said earlier. And yes, I absolutely did like it.

I tried to wiggle my way out but those MILF legs of hers were something else. She had me trapped like a rat as her twat kept hammering mine with delicious slam after delicious slam. My clit just barely felt the brunt of her assault but it still sent shockwaves throughout my slutty body. Holy shit, did this feel good.

“Uhhhhh!!” I moaned.

I was helpless. I had underestimated my opponent and I knew it. She roped me in with her motherly allure and sweet, tender demeanor. I tried to stay focused but I was enjoying myself just way too much. From this awkward position, I couldn’t even trib her back. There was nothing I could do but lie down and take it…For now…

As she kept pounding me, I stood my ground and planned my counteroffensive. To finish me off, she changed the position just barely so that her clit would slam into my clit. It succeeded with flying colors. She came down and my clit felt the brunt of her tribbing in all its glory, to the point where that was all it took to drive my first orgasm of the night out of me.

“Ahhhhh!!!!!” I screamed as I came furiously up into her dominant pussy. She had the cockiest shit-eating grin on her face I’d seen in a long time.

“I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson from that, little girl.” Sally lectured, arrogantly.

“I…Have…” I said through my heavy breathing. “Never assume victory too soon.”

I tried to pounce on her to get some payback but she was ready for me. Damn, she really was a vet but I guess you don’t play the game for 12 years without picking up on a thing or two. She bearhugged me as our pussies came together again. Our upper lips and lower lips got into another battle as we rolled around the bed in a gentle catball, being careful not to fall off. Our hair flew as our mouths, lips, tongues, tits, nipples, labias and clit all interjected with each other. We would switch between top and bottom constantly and whenever one of us was on top, we’d rub our cunts into our rival’s to dominate her.

This got exhausting rather quickly but we didn’t even slow down. We would also try to trib into each other while rolling, for all the good that did. Eventually, we realized that this was going nowhere and that we were tiring ourselves out with nothing to show for it. So, we changed things up. On top of her, I broke the kiss, once again leaving a trail of drool behind and I turned around to crawl towards her experienced pussy. Sally immediately caught onto this and began lapping at my hot, wet cunt as soon as it was in reach of her mouth. I did the same, diving my face into her veteran muff. My brown hair resting on her right shin as we ate each other ravenously and passionately.

Damn, was she good at licking twat. Like when kissing my mouth, she knew all the right places to put her tongue and the right tonguing technique for maximum pleasure. I can’t imagine what this goddess must have experienced in her long 12 years of playing the game whilst also managing a marriage and two children. Our tongues explored each other’s cunts long and thoroughly, loudly moaning, slurping and slobbering as saliva mixed with pussy juice. Damn, did she taste good. Just the thought of how many hot bitches that have ejaculated into this tasty, veteran orifice was making me giddy. I slid my tongue from top to bottom, poking at her clit as she did the same. Sally then sealed her lips into my pink pleasure bud and gave it a loving, hot, passionate kiss.

“Mmmm…” I moaned into her succulent, velvety smooth twat. Oh, this was just heaven on earth. No ifs, and or buts about it. Well, except the butts that we were currently holding onto for leverage. Bad joke, I know.

She removed her tongue and blew hot, soft breath into my pussy, sending shivers down my spine. I swear, this hottie could teach an entire college class on the complexities of female genitalia. What a woman. Our orgasms would come and go as time began to escape us. My face and hair were covered in her glorious secretions and mine on hers as we just kept eating and eating and eating for what felt like hours upon hours upon hours on end. I never got tired of it. I could feast on her all day and night. Maybe even longer. However, we both knew that this had to end sooner or later, as much as we were both having the time of our lives, which I knew she was as well. No one can eat a babe like me out and not love every moment of it.

We separated, our breathing heavy as our long, wet, disheveled and matted hair fanned out on the bed around us. We looked at each other and the look of tiredness on our smiling, slutty faces said it all. I looked at a clock on one of the walls in her little room and realized that we had been devouring each other for almost three hours. Holy fuck…And I still wanted more! However, we got back up into a sitting position and faced each other.

“I’ll admit, you can eat pussy like a champ.” I complimented her.

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” She bragged, once again echoing what I said earlier. “And you’re quite the muff diver yourself.”

“And like with kissing, girls are much better at licking cunt than guys. Agreed?” I asked.

“Oh, of course!” She said. “What do you expect when they’re far more familiar with the territory than any man could ever hope to be?”

“Well, shall we continue, madame?” I asked sarcastically.

“Nothing would make me happier.” Sally said.

We came back together, our tits once again intersecting as we kissed each other, sharing the other bitch’s flavor between our mouths. Our legs spread and our cunts would come together for yet another kiss. We just couldn’t get enough of tribbing each other. This time, we humped slowly and gently, letting our pussies feel out each other nicely. Sally was easily one of my favorite tribbing partners of all time. She just felt so amazing to fuck! We hugged each other, our hands feeling each other’s sweaty skin and damp, matted hair as our hands lowered and gripped each other’s asses nice and tight. The meat of our sexy butt cheeks quickly absorbed the other slut’s finger.

I then turned around as we went lower and I began to scissor her from behind. I dragged my sloppy cunt across hers from top to bottom as she tried to do the same to me. It was like the Spiderman kiss except with pussies and without the rain. Our clits were dragged across each other’s inner labia gloriously.

“Ahhh!!!” Sally moaned.

“Ohhh!!!” I moaned.

I could trib with this bitch forever. God, what a feeling unlike any other, locking clits with another nympho. My head dropped as my long, brunette hair curtained my perfect, sexy face and bounced with each hump. We soon could handle no more and orgasmed into each other yet again.

“Ahhh…” We both moaned.

Sally then got up behind me, grabbed my hair and used it as leverage to fuck me doggy style. So, she does have a rough side. Good to know. We grunted and groaned as she humped me. I could tell she enjoyed tribbing me as much as I enjoyed tribbing her. Once again, what woman wouldn’t? I am a perfect, flawless, fuckable beauty after all. I’d just like to say to all the men out there, I can’t help it if your girl goes lesbo just from the sight of me. I can’t control my hotness, so I’m just giving you a warning. I also can’t help it if I fuck her and make her permanently lesbo. If a lady wants to fuck, who am I to turn her down?

Sally lightly slammed into me from behind, rubbing her womanhood into mine lovingly with each hump. Once again, the sounds of panting, grunting, flesh colliding with flesh and girl juices sploshing together filled the room. The greatest sounds known to humanity…Well, besides my defeated opponent letting out an orgasmic wail of defeat but those other sounds were tied for a very close second.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I moaned.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Sally moaned.

And then finally…Kaboom.

“Agghhh!!!” Sally shrieked.

“Fuuuuucckkkk!!!” I screamed.

We both came into each other’s cunts once again. Sally made sure to catch all of my secretions with her own pussy. I swear, we would be leaking the other’s fluids out of our cunts for weeks after this. Not complaining, mind you. I’m sure Shannon will love the taste. It seemed that we were unable to trib without both of us orgasming at the same time. A carnal war of attrition, it was then. As I relaxed in my post-nut clarity, I rested my face against the foot of the bed, letting my hair fall off the edge. Sally came up to me, moved the hair out of my face and gave me a kiss.

“Had enough yet, young blood?” She teased.

“Oh, you wish.” I shot back as I caught my breath.

“I actually don’t.” She corrected me. “I wish this could go on forever but alas, all good things must come to an end.”

“Wise words.” I agreed. “Now let’s finish this.”

We came together once again, kissing as we laid down on the bed, side by side, rubbing our rapidly tiring twats together again. It was just too great to resist. Our tongues wrestled, our nipples jousted, our disheveled hair curtained our faces and our clits dueled. This was truly where it’s at. The ultimate pleasure that any woman can experience. Like her, I wished it would never end. My love for the game was coming back in full force. I’m sure you’re still curious as to why I quit but you’ve been patient so far, perv. Just give it a few more floors. We drooled into each other’s cleavage, licked and sucked each other’s tongues, swallowed spit and the leftover pussy juice in each other’s mouths from our 69 session. I knew this couldn’t go on. Neither of us wanted this to end, so one of us had to just say fuck it and finish the other hot bitch off already so we could finally win.

And that hot bitch that would win was gonna be me. I rolled into her, leaving her against the pillows again, grabbed one of her legs and pressed it against my body as my K cups cradled her calf. I mashed my cunt into hers as we both moaned and screamed, our faces contorted as the pleasure completely and utterly overwhelmed us.

“Do your worst, little girl!” Sally dared.

“You asked for it, old lady!” I shot back.

I brought my pelvis back and then smacked my crotch into hers, filling both of our bodies with the numbing pleasure of sexual electricity. I did that again and again. She tried to reciprocate but from her position, she just couldn’t unleash the same power on me. She didn’t have the same room up against the bed like that, which would’ve allowed her to pull her pelvis back like I did and slam her cunt back into my cunt. She was all mine now. With each hump, I took extra time to rub and massage my pussy into hers with a loving passion.

“Ohhhh…” I moaned.

“Uhhhh…” Sally moaned.

Once again, we were bringing each other to constant orgasms. We had long lost count by this point. I was addicted to the feeling of her hot sex juices spewing inside of me and I’m sure she was just as addicted to getting stuffed by my own cream. We tribbed. We rubbed. We massaged. We humped. Our pussies kissed like two star crossed lovers after one of them just got out of jail early for good behavior. We were sweaty, tired and filthy with sweat and girl mess all over our bodies and seeping down our hair. We loved all of it. Soon though, one of us would begin to falter. One of us would give into our bodies rapidly increasing fatigue. One of us would give in to the other…And, as I’m sure you’ve already guessed, that one was Sally.

The redhead began to fuck me with less zeal and fierceness than before and I could feel it. I, on the other hand, was not slowing down even a little. Don’t get me wrong, my pussy was beat to Hell but my libido was still going strong. When you lust for your opponent greatly, one of two things will usually happen. Either your horniness for her will do you in and make it a cakewalk for your rival or it can motivate your libido to keep going further than the other bitch. It depends largely on how much your opponent lusts for you and/or how much stamina you both have. The latter of the two is quite rare but not unheard of. It took a true master of nymphomania to pull it off and this was one such case. Her moaning became weaker and her head began to bob as if she were struggling to stay in the game. This was my chance!

I reached down to knead her H cups as tight as I could for leverage as I kept fucking her. I just kept pulling back and slamming my twat into hers over and over and over and over again as she barely even fucked me back. I pinched both nipples between the index and middle fingers of my hands as my clit dominated her clit. I wiggled around, massaging her pussy with mine vigorously until she reached her one, final explosion.

“Ahhhhh!!!” She groaned as for the God knows how many times that night, she spewed her fluids up my cunt before she finally passed out.

I hyperventilated as I looked down at my unconscious opponent, taking pride in my victory. I pulled my pussy off of hers, which was a bit hard as they were sticking together from all the cum before I cuddled up to her. My opponent was defeated and my adrenaline and libido had passed, leaving nothing to distract me from my own exhaustion. As I fell asleep on top of her, I aligned out red, worn out pussies together one last time, so we would wake up with them attached. Every nympho’s favorite thing to wake up to, alongside your opponent giving you victory cunnilingus. Maybe next time.

I could tell that we both slept like rocks for hours as I woke up still attached to her at around the same time as her. We kissed as we tried to get up but we were still attached. I had actually forgotten that I did that. We giggled and gently pulled apart.

“Your pussy can’t get enough of mine, it seems, hun.” Sally teased.

“But yours got all it could handle last night.” I said. “And you know what that means!”

“Well, you earned it. My body is all yours.” Sally said.

We spent the rest of the night tribbing, 69ing, fingering and doing many other things to each other’s luscious cunts. Our twats were truly in love. After a good night’s rest, the next day we both showered and cuddled up naked again.

“So, what’s your story?” I asked. “I’m guessing that, like everyone else, the boss introduced you to the game?”

“Well, sort of.” Sally answered.

“Sort of?” I asked confusedly,

“It’s more accurate to say that we both introduced each other to the game.” Sally elaborated.

“What?! No way!” I said. Was I really talking to the nympho that made her a nympho? She never told me anything about this.

“Yes. One day, when the kids were just six, I was 28 and she was 18, I hired her as a babysitter.” Sally explained. “Best decision of my life. One day, we were short on cash, so I negotiated her price with her. However, we both felt something possess us and we lost our lesbian virginity to each other that night.”

“Holy shit…” I said. What a story,

“But that was just lesbian sex. It gets better.” Sally said. “One day, I was snooping through my hubby’s Internet porn history and found a bunch of sexfight videos and stories. Instead of being mad, I was turned on like crazy. I told The Boss all about it and by sheer coincidence, she had discovered porn like that herself and wanted to try it with me that night.”

“Damn, that’s hot.” I said.

“Being the younger of us, I taught her the ropes and we both fell in love. Eventually, however, she became a real animal and the student had surpassed the teacher by a longshot.”

“Oh.” I said. I was kinda disappointed to hear that I didn’t just outfuck someone who was better than The Boss but I should’ve seen that coming. She wanted herself for the grand finale after all.

“Wait…” I said. “You said you discovered it by looking at your husband’s porn?”

“Yes.” Sally answered.

“Well, you know he loves to watch it. Why hide it from him, then?” I asked.

“Don’t get me wrong.” Sally explained. “I love Steve. He’s just as hot today as he was in his 20s, is the best fuck of any man I’ve been with and treats me like a queen but…I just felt like this is my own thing…Or I used to feel that way.”

“So, you don’t like hiding it from him, do you?” I said, reading her like a book.

“No. I don’t.” Sally admitted with a sad face. “But…What if he’ll be mad that I hid it from him for so long?”

“You know him better than I do.” I pointed out. “Is he really the kind of guy who would do that?”

“No…No, he‘s not!” Sally said excitedly.

“Then it sounds like you know what you have to do.” I advised.

“Yes! I’ll tell him as soon as we’re done here! I want him to know that we share a passion!” Sally announced. “Oh, thank you so much! With the kids off at college, we can enjoy it all we want!”

“Oh, your daughter’s a college girl, huh?” I said flirtatiously.

“Don’t even think about it!” Sally snapped, uncharacteristically angry.

“Relax, relax.” I told the redhead.

“Still, thank you.” Sally said. “You may have changed my life! Oh, Steve! I have so much to tell you!”

“Well, let me know how it all works out.” I said. “Anyway, could you let me up to the next floor?”

“Of course!”

Sally scanned her eye into the elevator and we kissed goodbye before I went in. The last couple matches were great but also on the friendly side. Now, I was in the mood for a rough, aggressive match. Well, my wish was about to be granted, it seemed.

Floor 8: The Cop

Well, I asked for rough and it looked like I was going to get it. A cop, huh? Well, after this, she’ll be the one in cuffs for once. As the elevator door opened, it revealed what looked like a police interrogation room. Small, dark gray floor, plain white walls, a white table with two chairs and a mirror on one wall, which I knew was obviously a one-way window on the other side. I’ve seen the movies. As I looked at the mirror, I heard the door next to it open and in came a stunning, bronze-skinned Latina woman in a tight police uniform complete with a hat and sunglasses that nicely highlighted a firm, shapely ass that Latina women are famous for and a Hell of a nice, large rack. Not as nice as mine, though, of course. She had long, thick, dark brown hair, about the same shade as mine. Finally, another brunette to play with! Her hair, like mine, went down to that same fine booty I mentioned earlier.

“Well, looks like my perp has arrived at last.” She joked. “I hope you don’t mind getting frisked.”

“And I hope you don’t mind me giving you a taste of your own medicine.” I teased back.

“There will be time for that later, chica but for now, I think presentations are in order.” She said. “My name is Lola. I’m 29 years old and have been in the game for a full decade now. And since you’re already staring at them, they’re G cups. All natural too.”

“A hot, nympho cop lady with G cups…I think I might have read a story about that somewhere before.” I said.

“Oh, really?” Lola asked, intrigued. “Well, we can talk about that later. As for now…You’re under arrest.”

I rolled my eyes at her corny jokes as she began to strip down. She took off her sunglasses, revealing her piercing, brown eyes and took her hat off, shaking her thick brown locks. As she took off that hot uniform, her incredible G cups bounced out freely. Her skin was an alluring mocha and looked so soft and smooth. And she’s been in the game for ten years? That makes her only slightly less experienced than Sally. But while Sally was sweet and seductive, I could tell that Lola was fierce and a fighter. As I’ve said, I can read people, especially other nymphos and she was giving off intense dominatrix vibes. Well, she wasn’t the only one who likes it rough.

As I stripped down, I could feel her ogling me. I showed off my beloved K cups to her with a look on my sexy face that just screamed “I know I have bigger tits than you”. I could easily tell that she wanted nothing more than to sink her hands into them and manhandle them to slutty, little heart’s content. Well, game on. Lola proceeded to prove me completely right and marched towards me. Damn, she was imposing. She then reached over to grope and paw at my pride and joy. I cooed at the feeling of her rough hands squeezing and fondling them. I could not resist doing it to her in return and reached in front of me to put my hands all over her G cups. We both giggled and lightly moaned as we played with each other. Is there anything better than two hot babes rubbing each other’s tits? Well, except for two babes fucking each other, of course.

“You have such nice, large, touchable breasts.” She said as she continued feeling me up.

“I know.” I said confidently as I continued doing the same to her. “Yours are quite impressive too. Very soft and springy.”

We kept at this for a while. She would use her thumbs to flick at my nipples and I would rub my thumbs into her nipples in turn. Like with our hair, even our milk buds matched colors. We then took this a step further and brought our breasts into each other lovingly. We both audibly sighed as our nipples and areola came together. Her boobs felt so soft and warm. We jerked around a little, massaging our funbags into each other, making the other hot bitch moan as we bearhugged each other to bring the other closer into the titfight. I couldn’t resist her anymore and brought my mouth to hers, which she gladly accepted.

Our tongues slipped into each other as we kissed lovingly, tangling and wringing each other. We closed our mouths over each other, letting our tongues explore the inside of the other girl’s slutty mouth. She was a Hell of a good kisser. We buried each other’s brown locks as we made out. God, I loved fucking other brunettes. I mean, I loving fucking girls in general but especially other brunettes. I just feel an immediate kinship with them and I know they do with me. Remember, Shannon is a brunette too and I bet that’s why we became friends and eventually fuck buddies. I then started thinking about fucking Shannon but I had to focus on Lola. We soon broke the kiss, leaving a trail of drool on our lips as they separated.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this.” Lola said as she ran her fingers through my hair.

“I know you will. Everyone who isn’t impotent does.” I bragged as I did the same to her hair.

“The Boss said you were cocky.” Lola said. “And it looks like she was right.”

“It’s not cockiness if I’m right.” I argued.

“Really?” Lola asked, teasingly. “And would you say you’re also a skilled sexfighter?”

“Of course!” I answered. “I made it this far!”

“Well…You aren’t skilled enough, you arrogant little cunt.” Lola insulted.

Before I could diss her back, the Latina beauty then pushed herself down on top of me, sending us both careening to the hard floor. She immediately sealed her mouth onto mine again as she lied on top of me, preventing me from escaping. As her G cups surprisingly dominated my K cups, she lowered her left hand down towards my pussy and went to town.

“Mmm!!!” I moaned into her mouth as she fingered me something fierce.

Her left hand must definitely be her masturbation hand as my pussy felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t help but jerk around as she assaulted my cunt but her body on mine and her tongue in my mouth kept me grounded. Speaking of which, she licked and explored all around the inside of my mouth, her tongue exploring and thoroughly sliding against every nook and cranny. If she kissed this good, I can only imagine what she would do to my pussy with that thing. She caught me totally off guard and unprepared. The battle had just begun and I was already at her mercy.

She knifed her hand in and out of me rapidly like a machine gun, using different combinations of fingers to keep my cunt from getting accustomed to the assault and growing numb to it. Skilled bitch. I could handle no more and came all over her hand as I squinted my eyes in pleasure. She opened her eyes and the look she had was infuriatingly arrogant. She loved the fact that she had drawn first blood after I was so arrogant. And she wanted more. Much more. She did not break her oral domination of my mouth. Instead, she shifted her body around and placed her own sweet, juicy pussy on top of mine. Ravenous cunt was just getting started.

“Mmm!!” I groaned into her mouth as she kept tonguing me and then began to trib me.

Her face contorted in an arrogant glare as she ground her pussy against mine, up and down, rubbing it deep in there. Her upper lips and lower lips both dominated my own upper and lower lips. Her pussy felt so smooth and soft, much like her mouth on mine. Oh, God, she was so fucking good! No matter how this turned out, I had to fuck her again! And again! And again! And again! Then I shook it off and focused back on the match, though it wasn’t much of a match right now as much as it was just me getting fucked within an inch of my life.

I felt her juices flow into mine, like two waves of fluid crashing together like in lotion commercials. She humped me up and down, left to right and everything in between as she kept kissing me intensely. Oh, what a feeling. Her clit then came into contact with my own and my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head from the sheer overwhelming pleasure. Oh, fuck! She rubbed her pleasure bud into my own gently one moment and then harshly the next. She was a master. No doubt about it. As she rubbed her cunt into mine, I quickly felt another orgasm coming my way not even ten minutes after the last one. I felt the all too familiar numbing volts of climactic electricity flow through my body as I finally came, spewing my cunt juices straight up into Lola’s dominant pussy.

“Agggghhhhh!!!!” I screamed as she finally broke that smothering kiss…But the insatiable slut still wasn’t satisfied yet!

She lowered herself down, dragging her tongue down my body, in between my cleavage, across my belly button and then finally towards my ripe, red, just-climaxed twat before diving straight into my muff, feasting on it ravenously.

“Ugh!” I yelped as she ate me out ferociously.

Oh, God, could this bitch eat pussy! You know how people with Spanish accents roll their tongues when they say words that start with Rs? That’s what she was doing to my cunt! Holy fuck, I had never experienced something like that before! She would also roll her tongue back into her mouth and then roll it back out again. She wiggled and jerked her head around to make her tongue explore every possible inch of my slutty twat. She loudly slurped into my pleasure center, using plenty of spit. Kinky little whore but I loved when my lovers did that, to be honest. I felt her saliva mix with my juices and it was beyond amazing.

God, two orgasms within ten minutes of each other and I already wasn’t sure how much longer I could last under this kind of euphoric pressure. She would pull her tongue out and then shove it back in like a sex toy, she would lick me in zigzag patterns, she would roll her tongue inside me like I said, almost like a tiny, wet, fleshy vibrator fucking me to my deepest, darkest core.

“Oh, God!” I cried as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

Then, she finally dragged her tongue from the bottom of my labia right up to my throbbing, pink pleasure bud and it was out of this world. I laid there helplessly panting as she tongued my clit beautifully but viciously. She would jab at it with the tip of her tongue, lick all over, kiss it and sandwich it in between her upper lips, spit on it and it was all far too much for me. I felt my third orgasm of the night closing in at 1000 MPH.

“Oh! Oh! OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! You fucking bitch!” I cursed as my pussy erupted yet again, this time all over Lola’s face and seeping into and down her brunette locks.

I laid there hyperventilating, my K cups lightly bouncing and jiggling with each heavy breath and my long hair fanning out on the metal floor as she got up and looked down on me both literally and figuratively.

“That’s my favorite kind of cunnilingus to give another puta.” She explained. “After I just throughly fucked her. That way, I can taste my own juices as well as hers while I eat her out.”

No wonder she tribbed me before devouring me. I had done that before but not intentionally to get that taste. I remember liking it. I had to try that myself and who better than her? However, I felt like a missile had been set off inside my cunt. I was exhausted and those three orgasms were devastating.

“As I said, The Boss told me you were arrogant but I wasn’t expecting you to be this full of yourself.” Lola said. “Overestimating yourself is just as deadly as underestimating your opponent, chica.”

She was right. As you’ve no doubt noticed yourself, I’m not exactly as humble as a nun. I took pride in my hotness and in my sexual prowess and I earned the right to that confidence but there is a paper thin line between confidence and arrogance. Sun Tzu’s Art of War very much applies to the game. If you know your opponent and know yourself, you need not fear the result of any battle. Lola took advantage of my arrogance and then fucked me into the next dimension but I was not done yet. Like any battle, sexfighting requires adaptation and perseverance and I would not give up so easily.

“You really are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?” Lola asked rhetorically. “But that’s fine. I can dominate you all day and night, little girl.”

“Okay, flatfoot, you took round one.” I admitted. “But let’s see how you handle round two.”

I still felt a little out of it but now, I had gotten into the rhythm of this bitch’s technique. She likes to overwhelm her opponents when she gets them where she wants them by unleashing a flurry of carnal pleasure on them, leaving them no room to breathe, let alone counterattack. I would not make the same mistake again. We marched towards each other, looking like it would be another collision of flesh and kissing but at the last second, just before she could wrap her slutty arms around my hot body, I ducked down and pulled her legs out, dropping her to the ground.

“Ugh!” She grunted as I held both of her soft, supple legs tightly on my shoulders before I went to town, mashing my pussy into hers just like she had done to me.

“Submit your beautiful cunt to mine, bitch!” I taunted through my grunting and panting.

“You’ll have to do better than that! Oh!” Lola moaned as I humped into her.

Being in the dominant position made me feel totally rejuvenated, even after the carnal thrashing I had just taken. My libido was at an all time high, even more so than usual for a nympho like me. I loved the feeling of pulling back and then slamming my pussy back into hers over and over again. After how viciously she dominated me, it felt amazing both to fuck her and to give her a taste of her own medicine. My hair and K cups bounced with each rough movement I made. I could feel her juices attach to my pussy and then come undone with each hump and each pull out. I would’ve felt up her G cups if I could risk letting go of even one of her fine legs. God, it felt so good.

Lola, being a dominatrix herself, brought out the dominatrix in me. When I was on the submissive end of a sexfight, it always gave me an extreme urge to do the same to my opponent. I think most nymphos are like that. Being dominated gives you a lust for vengeance. You want to wipe that arrogant smirk off that skank’s face. You want to see it contorted with pleasure, knowing that you are causing it. And I knew for a fact that Lola was thinking the same thing as I tribbed her mercilessly. I know she wanted to turn this around on me, even though she did it to me first. You know what they say about revenge being an endless cycle but in this case, everybody wins instead of everybody losing.

That’s the magical thing about sexfighting. Many would argue that there are no losers because we all get to fuck hot girls to exhaustion but there has to be an objective winner and an objective loser. Because we get high off of dominating each other, every victory and defeat fuels us to do it again and again. It is an endless pleasure. Heaven on Earth. And you know what? I love it? I’m unashamed to admit that now. I love it. Will I return to it full time? You’ll have to wait and see. Patience. Only two and a half floors left. Anyway, back your regularly scheduled programing of lesbian hedonism.

“Oh! Fuck!” Lola cursed as I kept fucking her.

I then positioned myself in such a way that my labia would completely swallow her clit. She gripped my waist as I mashed my pussy down on top of her own.

“Agghhh!!!” She shrieked. I knew it was only a matter of time until she would climax and low and behold.

She splattered her fluids up into my cunt and down both her stomach and ass. Not wanting to let this opportunity pass, I got off of her and immediately bent down to suck on some cop cunt.

“Ahhh! You thirsty little puta!” She cursed.

“Not so coy when you’re on the receiving end, huh?” I taunted before continuing my meal.

She was very much right about what she said earlier. The unique, dueling tastes of your own juices combined with your opponent’s was beyond exquisite. So many different flavors coalesced on my skilled, slutty tongue. The varying levels of tang were impossible to describe. It was just so delicious as well as an excellent motivator for me to keep eating her out, not that I needed it. I love eating pussy but this was just that little something extra. I giggled with horniness as my tongue exploded her inner walls and slurped and slobbered all over her like a dog with its favorite bone. Her juices were tangier than mine, which was sweeter. I prefer the taste of sweet pussy juice, so I consider that a victory for me in of itself.

“Ahhhhh!!” She yelled as I continued to ravenously feast on her.

She grabbed my sweaty, matted hair to control me as I licked, kissed, sucked and spat all over her delectable nether regions. If all cops have such great tasting pussies, then I have to get arrested more often! I drove my tongue in and out like a dildo, fucking her sometimes hard and fast, other times slow and deliberate. I just couldn’t get enough of eating her out but I decided to finish her off with a special clitoral technique I’ve been saving. Something only a true innovator of cunnilingus like myself could come up with. Okay, it wasn’t that special but it was still very effective.

I dragged my tongue up towards her clit and then I balanced the top of my tongue against the top inside section of my teeth, showing off my tongue’s underside. I then pressed it against her pulsating pleasure bud, letting my saliva pool down the entirety of her inner labia.

“Nooooooo!!!!!” Lola shrieked as she once again burst, filling my mouth with her tanginess.

This was just something I thought of right on the fly and I was genuinely curious as to how it felt to be on the receiving end. Oh, well. Plenty of hot girls in the world to try that on me. Right now, I have a match to win. I let her go as she huffed and puffed, clearly hit hard by my masterful cunt-licking skills.

“You are one kinky slut.” She said, sounding equally annoyed and impressed.

“And this kinky slut still has more for you!” I announced.

I then ran behind her, picked her back up off of the metal floor so that she was in a sitting position, wrapped my arms and legs around her own arms and legs and then used both hands to relentlessly assault her pussy once again. Before she could scream, I rammed my tongue down her throat to keep her quiet, dominating her mouth as she had done to me.

“Mmmm!” She moaned into my mouth as I brutally tongued her down.

I had used this technique with one hand on my rival’s twat but never two. Lola just really brought out the innovator in me. She compelled me to try new and risky things and I loved it. I left no part of her pussy untouched as my hands went to town like they were roughly molding clay. I pressed my K cups against her sweaty back, feeling her damp hair caress and tickle my brown nips as I continued orally dominating her mouth and manually dominating her cunt. She would try in vain to rub her ass cheeks against my own pussy, which was nice but did nothing to help her escape the onslaught of pleasure I was unleashing on her. She was all mine and she knew it. I used my index fingers on both hands to squeeze her cute little clit and that was too much for her.

“Mmmmm!!!!” She shrieked into my kiss as she came.

I cupped my hands to catch her juices as she ejaculated all over them. I then broke the kiss only to shove one hand down her slutty throat and rub the other all over her face, coating her with her own secretions. As you can tell, I was feeling extra kinky today. I finally released her, feeling satisfied in my humiliation of her. She looked like a fucking mess. Her hair sweaty and dishevelled, her tits throbbing from her heavy breathing, her face flushed from the extreme pleasure I had dished out on her and her breathing deep and sensual. I believe that this is exactly what I was like just a few minutes ago after she had gotten done humiliating me. Revenge is truly sweet. Almost as sweet as my pussy juice.

I lied down next to her and gave her little kisses as a means to brag about what I just did to her. I proceeded to gently lick her face clean of her own fluids, tickling her with my tongue. She licked my face back. We orally explored each other’s gorgeous faces before our tongues intersected and had a little sword fight. We licked and jabbed at each other playfully but we didn’t kiss. Not yet anyway. It’s rare for me to meet someone as kinky as I am and while this may have been a match, I wanted to enjoy it. Even if I would have many more matches like this with her in the near future. When two doms like us go at it, you never know what can happen or how long it will last. We stopped licking each other’s tongues.

“Have you had enough yet or do I need to perform a citizen’s arrest?” I joked.

“Not quite yet, big tits.” She told me as she pressed her G cups into my K cups. “Since we’re both very clearly adept at eating each other out, I think there’s only one way to bring this fuckfight to a finish.”

“Agreed. Let’s eat each other one last time.” I said.

I got up and then repositioned myself so that my face was right in front of her twat and her face was right in front of mine. Hope she enjoyed the view. Just kidding, I know she did. Everyone does. In my past battles in this gauntlet of lesbian debauchery, I had gotten into 69 battles but they never really went anywhere. They always ended with both of us breaking apart and trying something else. However, I could feel that this time would be different. Both of us had gotten an overwhelming taste for each other and we could feel it in our burning, nymphomaniacal loins that this was the way to settle the battle once and for all.

“Let the war of oral attrition begin.” Lola declared.

“To the end.” I agreed.

And with that, we both took one nice, deep breath before diving our faces into each other’s glorious, tasty, sweet, tangy, sloppy, hungry for each other’s tongues pussies. Right off the bat, her tongue inside me again felt like electric shocks of pleasure had been unleashed all throughout my body. My K cups pressed into her belly and her G cups pressed in my own belly. We could feel every inch of each other’s hot, flawless skin coming together and by God, was it glorious. We audibly moaned but it was muffled by the other hot bitch’s pudenda as we ate like the slutty queens that we were. The sounds of smacking lips, slurping, gulping down juices and all other sorts of carnal delights filled the room. A mutual orgasm had hit us both at the same time, the first of many and we did not need any encouragement to gulp down each other’s vaginal fluids. God, I could eat this flatfoot bitch for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert! And snacks in between!

She ate me just as ravenously, lapping my pussy hard and fast. We both began kissing each other’s clits, we quickly rolled together into a 69 catball. The tiny police interrogation room had little to no space for us to roll around but we didn’t care. We were just so lost in our meal. I felt her slurp on my clit and I slurped on hers in return. I would nibble her labia and she nibbled on mine in return. Teeth for teeth. A lick for a lick. A kiss for a kiss. I felt my tongue get constricted by my vaginal walls as I felt my own vaginal walls constrict her own tongue. Lola was the most vengeful bitch I’ve ever met in my life and she brought out my own little vengeful bitch as well. Whatever one of us would do to the other, the other would immediately do in return. Repetitive? Maybe. Pleasurable? Hell yes! It was like we were daring each other to copy our oral techniques and it just went on and on!

We orgasmed and orgasmed and orgasmed all over each other. I can only imagine how messy we both looked but I didn’t care. I began to notice, however, that her licking had begun to slow down whereas mine wasn’t. I knew all too well what that meant. I pressed on with my cunnilingus, driving more and more climaxes out of her while she barely got any out of me. And then, suddenly and without warning, she just stopped. I was curious but I knew that this could very easily be her trying to give me a false sense of security, so I kept eating. About five orgasms later, I decided that this had to have been enough. I got up and off of her and turned back to see her totally passed out. I had won again. What a surprise. She was completely out cold.

I got on top of her and cuddled up with her, kissing and playing with her unconscious body. When it came to my particularly fierce rivals like her, I loved to take advantage of them in their sleep. I knew she’d be cool with it. We’re nymphos after all. We live for this stuff and she would no doubt do the same to me if I had lost. I sucked on her sweet, bronze nipples a bit, rubbed my tits into hers and swapped my saliva mixed with her juices into her mouth before my own fatigue had caught up with me and we fell asleep on each other. I woke up still nuzzled next to Lola, who held me tight as our breasts pressed together again.

“You won.” She admitted. Surprisingly without a hint of bitterness.

“As usual.” I bragged.

“Again, don’t get too cocky.” Lola lectured. “This just gives me all the more motivation to outfuck you next time.”

“Ah, so that’s why you love the game, huh?” I asked.

“That’s part of it.” Lola said. “As you’ve no doubt noticed, I am a hardcore dom. Being a cop just adds to that. I love humiliating my prey in various different ways and what’s more humiliating than being outfucked by another woman?”

“And if you lose, like you did against me?” I asked, bragging.

“Then I use my own humiliation as fuel for my desire for revenge and it helps give me ideas on how to humiliate my opponent when I get that revenge.” Lola clarified.

“Sounds kinky.” I said.

I was spot on in my assessment. Lola’s reasoning for loving the game was like a combination of Donna’s and Krystal’s. She had Donna’s competitiveness and desire to win but also Krystal’s kinkiness and love of humiliation. I think those three would get along quite well and I’d love to be a fly on the wall for that threesome.

“And what’s your story?” I asked. “How did you discover the game?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Lola said. “I was 19 and fresh out of the academy. I had been called to handle a noise complaint at some apartment. I knocked on the door and it was answered by two naked babes who had just been fuckfighting all day. I was dumbfounded but also mesmerized by them. They said they’d keep the noise down and eventually get soundproof walls and one of them gave me her number for “emergencies””.

“Wow.” I said.

“Those two women just so happened to be The Boss and The MILF.” Lola said.

“Really?” I said, feigning surprise. Nothing shocked me at this point.

“Yep.” Lola answered. “I couldn’t resist calling her. One thing led to another and those two introduced me to the greatest thing a woman can experience. I discovered the game out of pure luck.”

“That’s amazing.” I said.

“Indeed.” Lola agreed. “Eventually, I got good enough to beat The MILF but not The Boss. Never her.”

“You’re not the only one.” I admitted.

“Still, it only fueled me further and I will defeat her one day.” Lola said.

We both got up and went into the next room where her bed was. Fuckfighting on that hard, steel floor made us both a little sore but not nearly sore enough to make me not want to dominate her for the entire night. The next morning, we both showered and she walked me over to the elevator to scan her eye and give me access to the next floor.

“Remember…” Lola warned. “I’m gunning for you now, bitch. I will have you at my mercy someday.”

“I look forward to leaving you in a puddle again.” I shot back as I got inside the elevator.

Just two more floors left. I looked at the red text above the door as it revealed my next target.

“Floor 9: The Rocker Chick.”

That’s funny. I had a rocker chick for a roommate back in College…Wait…You gotta be fucking kidding me!

Floor 9: The Rocker Chick

So, yeah. I should probably explain. For my entire time at College, I had a rocker chick roommate. Her name was Jenna and she was my age, which would make her 25 today. She looked a lot like you’d expect. She wore punk clothes, often mesh and stockings, no sleeves, all black, etc. She had long, wavy, dark purple hair that reached her ass like mine does. Never changed it. To this day, I don’t know what her natural hair color is. She had J cups, which gave rise to her nickname “J-Cup Jenna”. She had the second biggest bust of any girl on campus. Obviously I was the biggest but I beat her by only one cup size. This drove her insane. The two of us were introduced to the game at roughly the same time, almost as soon as we arrived at College.

We developed an immediate frenemy relationship. We had fuckfights at least once a week and I’d long lost count of the exact number. To the girls who are now in our old room, take my advice and don’t use a black light inside of it. Unless you’re into that kinky shit, then by all means, go ahead. Anyway, I did, however, whip her pussy every single time. That’s no exaggeration. She has never beaten me once but she nevertheless kept challenging me constantly. Me being me, I never passed up a good fuckfight with a hot girl and she was always DTF no matter how many times I left her in a steaming puddle of her own cum. I couldn’t help but admire that about her but I also loved to rub it in her face. So, as you’d expect, four years of fucking each other incessently has made us quite familiar with each other. Was she really going to be the same rocker chick that I’d be facing and no doubt outfucking today?

As the elevator door opened, the room resembled a very small concert hall, complete with a stage, rows of chairs and multicolored spotlights. As the curtains opened very slowly, the very familiar sound of one of her guitar solos pounded my ear drums. It was indeed her. I should’ve suspected that The Boss would pull this. The curtains revealed her in all of her busty, fuckable, shredding glory. Her enormous J cups jiggled as she strummed away. I’d know that rack anywhere. Her tits were almost as familiar to me as my own. As she finished her solo, I noticed that she hadn’t changed at all. Same long, flowing, dark purple, rocker hair, same punk clothing, same amazing J cup tits that I had sucked, groped and mashed with God knows how many times.

“You done showing off, Jen?” I asked.

“Musically, yes.” She answered. “It’s been far too long.”

“Yes.” I agreed. “Long time, no trib.”

“Well, what better way to celebrate than by me finally fucking your big-titted brains out?” Jenna teased.

“You just never give up, do you?” I asked rhetorically. “Or you just love getting fucked by me. In which case, I don’t blame you.”

“Shut up and get naked, cunt.” Jenna cursed. Who am I to argue with that?

She went and put her guitar backstage before coming back. As we stripped, I was getting mad deja vu. The sight of her letting her luscious J cups free made my heart race. Did I really miss fucking her this much? And her pussy, oh good Lord, her pussy was just as beautiful as I remembered. I hoped it still tasted just as good. Those red folds were destined to lock up with my own. She displayed herself on stage for me like she was some hot bitch, which she was, to be fair. I could see her ogling my naked form, seeing my superior tits. She missed fucking me greatly, I could tell. It’s only natural. Fucking a sex goddess like me constantly for four years and then stopping for three years? I’d have withdrawal too. I marched up on stage with her, noticing that the stage floor was nice and matted. It was obvious where she wanted to do this.

As soon as I walked within range, she marched right into me and smashed her J cups into my K cups. The collision was physically and mentally overwhelming. Memories came flooding back. These tits of ours had clashed so many times and given that they were the two biggest racks of any students on campus, our fights often drew a lot of attention. Most of them were in our dorm room but we sometimes liked to mix it up and fight for an audience. The winner would take the other girls and have an orgy while the loser watched. And that winner was always me, as I had mentioned. I felt her brown nipples stab into my red and both were absorbed by the other nympho’s areola. It was glorious. This was practically how we would greet each other.

“Someone missed me.” I commented, feeling her nipples hardening.

“Look who’s talking, Ash.” Jenna shot back.

“I remember what you told me once.” I said as I looked around the room as our tits mashed. “You promised me that one day, after you performed the concert of your life, you’d fuck me down on stage in front of thousands of people.”

“I’m touched.” Jenna joked. “This is the closest thing but it would’ve already happened by now if you hadn’t run away for three years, using that big-assed bitch as a cum dumpster.”

“Oh, are you jealous of Shannon?” I asked, teasingly.

“More like bitter towards her that she kept you away from your true calling.” Jenna argued. “But I’ll enjoy fucking her down after I do it to you first.”

“Three years or not, I just outfucked eight hot nymphos on my way here, Jen.” I pointed out. “You really wanna try this?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” She responded. “Even if you beat me, you know who’s up next.”

Just the thought of that made me nervous.

“You think I don’t know why you quit?” Jenna mocked. “Oh, I know exactly wh…”

Before she could finish her sentence, I rammed my tongue into her purple lipsticked mouth. She immediately reciprocated. I had kissed those lips of hers so many times. The feeling of her tongue wrestling mine sent a wave of nostalgia over me like a mental bukakke. I could tell that she was enjoying just as much, if not more than I was. We melted over each other as we made out, our tits bouncing together and years of memories of hedonism and debauchery flooded over us much like our juices flooded over each other countless times throughout the four best years of our lives. The taste of her saliva and tongue was almost like a drug. It felt like forever until we finally broke the kiss, leaving a trail of drool between our hot, smooth, buttery lips.

“I missed you, you hot cunt.” Jenna said as she ran her fingers through my hair.

“I missed you, you sexy bitch.” I said back as I did the same to her hair.

We then spun each other around as we made out again. Three years of separation just does that to people. Competitive or not, you don’t fuck a girl constantly for four years and not develop some kind of bond with her. We ground our shins into each other’s sweet, yummy cunts as we kissed like we were trying to swallow each other whole. This was heaven. Pure physical and emotional euphoria. Reunited and it feels so fucking good. We rolled around, our long, thick hair flying all over the place as we unleashed three years of withdrawal on each other. Eventually, I ended up on top, as usual and my tits began to dominate hers. I could feel her grunting and moaning into my mouth and her nipples giving into mine. I knew what was coming. A nipple orgasm. I had given her many of those throughout the years. As she briefly stopped fighting back, I felt her milk buds cumming into mine, soaking us both.

I then broke the kiss and looked down at her. She had already cum. Only nipples but still. I knew she missed me but damn, control yourself! She realized this and looked at my beloved K-cupped pride and joy with an angry, bitter look. She always hated that I was the only student on campus with a bigger rack than her. As well as the only one who could outfuck her. I decided to be a bitch about it.

“What’s wrong, Jen?” I asked, tauntingly. “Is it my breasts? My boobies? My tits? My titanic tatas? My ginormous jugs? My massive melons? My bigass bazookas? My gargantuan gazungas? My monumental milkers? My…”

Before I could finish my alliterative bragging, Jenna pounced on me and rubbed her face into my tits. I was just rubbing them in her face and now she was doing it herself. She stuck out her tongue, licked all inside my cleavage and blew raspberries. Thankfully, I wasn’t ticklish. This was common for her to do as she both hated and loved my rack. She swished her head all around, enjoying my superior breasts for all they were worth. She then stopped and gave me a sly grin.

“I’ll show you how a real woman puts her tits to use.” Jenna bragged.

She then crawled down towards my pussy, grabbed her tits and then pressed them together before shoving them against my slick cunt.

“Agh!” I grunted as she tittyfucked me.

Remember earlier when I said that I hadn’t tittyfucked another girl in a long time? Well, Jenna was the last girl I tittyfucked before that. I still remember it. It was our final match before graduation. I finished her off by mashing my K cups into her twat viciously until she came all over them. It was glorious and the last thing we did together before now. I should’ve seen this one cumming.

“Let’s see how you like it, slut.” Jenna cursed as her nipples penetrated my labia.

“Ugh!” I grunted. “Is that all you’ve got?! If our positions were reversed, I’d have you bursting all over me by now!”

“Then maybe I should kick it up a notch, you cocky cunt!” Jenna declared before doing just that.

She increased the speed of her tittyfucking, rubbing them up and down and all around my lower lips.

“Ohhh!” I cried. She had gotten better at this.

I heard the sound of my pussy juice swishing from the pressure of her breasts and the sides of those breasts against my inner thighs. Truth is, while our matches always ended with my victory, Jenna was very skilled and there were times where she would dominate me before I turned it around. I wouldn’t have kept indulging in her stubbornness if she wasn’t a great fuck. That would be boring. She was too good at this. I guess our last match really stuck with her and soon, I could feel my orgasm approaching me.

“Ah! Ah! AHHHHH!!!!!” I cried as I splattered my fluids all over Jenna’s J cups.

“Thatta girl…” Jenna mocked before she crawled up towards my face and dangled her jubblies all over my face.

“Taste yourself, bitch!” She cursed as she slapped me around with her tits.

I did as she said and licked them all over. I may have given her a nipple orgasm first but she had actually made me cum first and that sucked. I had to get payback but Jenna had other ideas. Before I could recover, she crawled back down towards my ripe cunt.

“You always tasted so good after you just came.” Jenna commented. “So rich, sweet and tangy…I hope you still do…Let’s find out, shall we?”

Before I could respond, she dove down into my muff, sloppily and passionately tonguing my cunt. She audibly slurped and slobbered all over my pussy, clearly wanting me to hear how much she was enjoying eating me out.

“Oh! Fuck!” I moaned. Goddamn, was she good at this! Better than I remember!

I could feel her saliva mixing with my vaginal fluids as she ravenously devoured my slutty pussy. I could feel the sides of her J cups pressed against my inner thighs and her thick, purple, rock star locks caressing my outer thighs. She had eaten me out plenty of times in the past but never quite like this. I oughta bail out for three years more often if this was my welcome back gift. She swished and sloshed all around my sweet, juicy cunt like it was her last meal. She opened her eyes and stared up at me to see how much I was enjoying it. She kissed, licked, poked, proded and did just about everything else that a human tongue could do to a woman’s twat. I was over the moon and she hadn’t even touched my clit yet. However, just as I thought of that, she did in fact reach my clit. She kissed it tightly with both upper lips, squeezing my pleasure bud in between them. This was just too much for me.

“Agh! Agh! AGGGGHHHHHH!!!!” I shrieked as my orgasm burst out into her still performing mouth.

As I caught my breath, she licked my girl mess from her lips and looked into my eyes.

“I had almost forgotten what you tasted like.” Jenna bragged. “And I bet you’ve forgotten too. Why don’t I give you a nice, sloppy reminder?”

Jenna then lowered her mouth to mine and kissed me passionately and lustfully yet again. We loved kissing each other and after we ate each other, we would always share the flavor like this. She cuddled into me as she tongued me down, her tongue swirling and dominating my own. Her J cups pressed against my K cups as she aligned our cunts and they kissed for the first time in three years. Three long, rivalless years. The feeling of our lower lips reuniting was beyond euphoric. She dug her hands into my long, thick brown hair and I did the same to her purple locks. She flexed her pelvis, rubbing her smooth, juicy twat against mine nice and hard. Our clits rubbed together as well.

“Mmmmm…” We moaned passionately into our kiss.

I could taste myself on her tongue. The mixture of my fluids and her spit was a shake I had missed for so long. She used her legs to spread mine, so she could fuck me easier and it worked. I already began to feel another climax coming on. I tried to hump up back into her but all that did was needlessly tire me out and make her job even easier. She giggled into our kiss as she pulled her pelvis back and smacked her cunt into mine.

“Mmm!!” I grunted into her mouth as she did this again and again until finally, yet another orgasm washed over me.

I could feel my juices shooting up into her pussy as she broke the kiss. We both breathed heavily as we stared at each other and fondled each other’s tits. We laid side by side, our hair fanning out on the matted stage behind us.

“You’ve gone soft.” Jenna insulted me. “Three years of fucking that Shauna bitch or whatever her name is and this is what she’s reduced you to?”

“Match isn’t over yet, Thanos pubes.” I mocked.

“It might as well be.” Jenna said. “Only thing missing is a huge crowd watching you get fucked but I may as well act as if there is.”

Jenna then grabbed me, positioned herself behind me and used her arms and legs to secure me and spread my pussy wide open for the imaginary audience to see.

“You remember this move, don’t you, princess?” Jenna mocked.

How could I forget? It’s her favorite. She called it “The Solo”. She reached in front of me and her hand went down to my twat and she began harshly strumming my lower lips like a guitar. The vibrations that her hand was sending throughout my cunt were overpowering and insane.

“Ugggghhhh!!!” I cried.

I was a prisoner of my own pleasure. I felt her nipples stab into my back, her huge J cups almost acting as pillows for my back as my hair tickled her nipples. Her hand waved all throughout my pussy like it was nobody’s business. Whenever she did this to me, she would play the solo to a different song on my twat. I usually tried to pay attention to what song it was but the pleasure always kept me distracted. I remember Stairway to Heaven, Sweet Child O’ Mine, Kickstart my Heart, Iron Man, etc.

This one was long, fast and shreddy, whatever it was and oh, God was it powerful. Towards the end, where the solo got particularly extreme, she focused all of it on my clit and that was all she wrote…for now…

“Aggggghhhhh!!!!” I screamed as I jizzed all over her hand and down my inner thighs. That particular orgasm took a Hell of a lot out of me. As soon as she let me go, I fell forward on my hands and knees. Big mistake, I know.

“And that was Painkiller by Judas Priest.” She announced. “Both Glenn Tipton and KK Downing’s solos.”

Jesus fucking Christ, two in one…The dirty bitch had been planning this for a long time…and she still wasn’t done.

While I was bent over in that stupidly compromising position, Jenna wrapped her ams around my waist and immediately started fucking me doggy style.

“Oh!” I cried as she humped into me.

She wrapped my hair around her hand for leverage as she viciously fucked me.

“Ugh! Agh! Fuck!” I grunted as I was dominated.

“That’s it, bitch. Give in to me at last!” Jenna mocked.

She used her other hand to juggle my K cups, lightly slapping them and fluffing them like the beautiful, fleshy pillows that they were and still are. She had been longing to dominate me this hard for seven years and now nothing would stop her. So soon after one orgasm and I felt another one on the way. She wasn’t giving me even a second to breathe.

“I only wish the other dorm girls could see you now!” Jenna mocked and now I have to explain.

Jenna and I were extremely competitive, as you’ve no doubt noticed. Not just over sex with each other but everything related to sex. Who could fuck more girls, who could fuck girls better, who could keep more girls comimg back for more, who could steal more girls from each other, who could fuck each other’s girls better, harder and faster…It was madness but we both loved it. Our rivalry was so legendary that we’d often gather crowds for our fights, most often in the showers. The girls would place bets, even though I always won. It drove me nuts that my dominance was not unanimously agreed upon, so we agreed that the loser would watch the winner fuck the loser’s girls. We just could not get enough of sexually humiliating each other and right now was certainly no exception.

She yanked my hair tight and each slam of her pussy into mine felt harder and wetter than the last. I began to question how this was happening to me. I made this girl my bitch countless times for four years and now, here I was, being fucked like a submissive prostitute. I only managed to drive a single nipple orgasm out of her while had fucked and is continuing to fuck me into the next dimension. Was she right? Had I really gone soft from all that time away from the game? One more slam and she rubbed into me nice and thoroughly, humping and sliding her cunt all around mine. I could handle no more.

“Nooooo!!!!” I yelled dramatically as my pussy erupted all over.

Jenna finally let me go and cuddled up to me again. She kissed me, this time gently but I could tell that it was her way of bragging. I know because I would do that to her after I gave her a particularly devastating orgasm. It was both comforting but also condescending. Perfect for the game. However, I could not accept that. I made it this far and I wasn’t about to be outfucked by a bitch that I had defeated at least hundreds of times. I had to force myself to get back up and that is exactly what I did. I bearhugged Jenna and then switched up our positions so that I was on top.

“You always were stubborn.” Jenna joked.

“That’s pretty fucking rich coming from you.” I shot back.

I then lined up our cunts so that they were kissing once again as I held Jenna down with my arms. Our tits just barely grazed each other as I slid my pudends across hers brutally.

“Ugh!” She grunted.

“Oh!” I cooed.

I flexed my pelvis, rubbing my pussy into hers, making my meaty ass cheeks bounce slightly as I fucked my former roommate into the ground.

“How would your audience react to this, I wonder?” I teased.

“They’ll be speechless but then cheer when I turn it around on you again.” Jenna answered as she humped back into me.

Still, I had the dominant position, so she was experiencing more pleasure than I was. I smiled down at her wincing face as I fucked her without a shred of mercy. My old competitive spirit towards her had reawakened. My other opponents, like Donna, Blaire and Lola also brought out my competitive side but none of them had the history with me that Jenna did. I was hyper focused on fucking her down as I had done hundreds of times in the past. Nothing would stop me.

“Still think I’ve lost my touch, bitch?” I teased as I fucked her.

“I dunno.” Jenna teased back. “I think I need more convincing.”

“Okay.” I said with a serious tone through my heavy breathing. “How about this?!”

I brought my pelvis back and smacked right into her pussy with my own.

“Agh!” Jenna grunted.

“That good enough for your slutty cunt?!” I cursed.

“Give it to me, whore! I want it rough!” Jenna ordered as she straddled me.

“Ask and you shall receive!” I declared before slamming into her again and again.

I could feel our smooth, creamy twats colliding with each slam and it was beyond euphoric. Our massive jubblies jiggled and our hair flew all over the place as we fucked. I had to put this bitch in her rightful place as my fucktoy. My cum dumpster. My sex doll. She was mine and no one would get in my way. I kissed her hard and furiously as I continued to trib into her, our labia swallowing each other and our clits having their own little duel. I could tell that she was well on her way to her first orgasm and I intended to make sure that it would not be her last.

“Agh! Fuuuuucccckkkk!!!!” She cried as she filled up my pussy with her ejaculate. Yet another nostalgic experience of the night. However, I was not done. Not by a longshot.

“Now let’s see if your pussy tastes better after it’s been fucked!” I declared.

I dove down into her muff and slid my tongue in intensely.

“Ugh!” Jenna grunted.

I could feel my tongue being constricted by her inner walls and her flavor washing over it. She was right. Her cunt tasted amazing just after orgasm. All the residue of her past climax leftover gave it the most unique sweetness and tang. She pulled my sweaty, matted brunette locks as I devoured her lustfully. I pushed and pulled my tongue in and out like a cock fucking her, allowing my drool to mix with her juices as I tonguefucked her relentlessly. I added in some finger action as well, massaging her smooth outer labia as I continued my meal. The pussy I had eaten more times than most of my actual favorite foods and it gets more delicious each and every time.

I slurped all over her lower lips, covering as much of her cunt as my mouth could possibly stretch to as I inserted the index and middle finger of my left hand into the mix, fingering the bottom of her labia. She jerked around, showing how much she loved what I was doing to her. I know her pussy like my own pussy, so I knew exactly how to make her scream.

“Aggghhhh!!” She screamed. See what I mean?

I grinned with satisfaction as I continued my feast. I licked up and down, left and right and eventually reached her clit, which I tongued lustfully and passionately. I loved the feeling of her pleasure bud pulsating against my tongue as I licked her like candy. It wasn’t long after that that I felt her arch her back in a way that signaled her oncoming orgasm. Noticing this, I increased the speed and intensity of my pussy eating, pushing my already impressive oral skills to the absolute max. I moaned into her tasty cunt as she screamed bloody murder.

“Aggggghhhhh!!!!!!!” Jenna shrieked as she came and splashed her ripe pussy all over my face, seeping into my hair.

As she hyperventilated, I got up and flipped my hair, sending some of her juices flying off of it as I bent down to kiss her like she had done to me. It was not a gentle kiss. I was practically choking her with my tongue, literally shoving her flavor mixed with my saliva down her slutty throat. As I said, we loved humiliating each other. I kissed her viciously, making her face wince as I tongued her down. Our breasts pressed together as I aligned our pussies and began brutally tribbing her. We gripped each other’s damp, matted hair tightly as I fucked her with my tongue, my tits and my cunt all at the same time. Doesn’t get any better than that. The feeling of our wet, smooth tongues wrestling, our hard, sharpened nipples dueling and our juicy, sloppy pussies mashing was beyond heavenly.

Still, I broke the kiss, knowing exactly how to finish her off. She seemed almost disappointed that I stopped before I went behind her and secured her arms and legs with my own as she had done to me. What better way to defeat her than with her own trademark technique? Before she could say anything, I sealed off her whore mouth with my own whore mouth and my hand strummed her twat mercilessly. It moved nearly at the speed of a vibrator as I rubbed her cunt in every reachable area. My tongue once again dominated her mouth while my free hand fondled, caressed, juggled and smacked around her soft, squishy, J cup jubblies. I could feel her press my ass cheek against my pussy in a desperate attempt to pleasure me but she knew that I had her right where I wanted her.

Truth is, I always wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine like this and boy, was I going to enjoy it. My entire hand was sloppy with her girl mess as I unleashed my own solo on her. Specifically, Holy Wars by Megadeth. Both Marty Friedman and Dave Mustaine’s solos. If you’ve heard that song, you know how devastating that would be, especially the latter solo.

“Mmmmm!!!” She shrieked into my dominant mouth as I pleasured her without mercy.

Once I reached the second solo, I focused all of it towards her clit and I’m pretty sure I saw her eyes roll into the back of her head. She squirmed and moaned weakly as she finally came and boy, did she ever cum. She sprayed a good foot in the air. If there was an audience here, the front row would’ve gotten bukakke’d real good. Not counting her nipple orgasm, she had cum just as many times as I had but her climaxes were far more powerful than mine. She and I both knew that. I finally released her and she collapsed on the ground. She breathed heavily for a bit before letting out one last moan and passing out. I had won again, to absolutely no one’s surprise at this point.

I lowered my head down to lap at her pussy one last time as she drifted off. Give me a break, okay? Imagine you had gone three years without one of your favorite foods. You’d want to savor it too. My own exhaustion began to set in and I cuddled up next to my rival to sleep on her, as I had done pretty much every other time I whipped her pussy into shape. We fell asleep on each other, feeling the other girl’s smooth, sweaty skin and soft, damp hair on each other as we nuzzled. Hours passed and we both woke up.

“How many wins is that now?” I asked her jokingly.

“327.” She answered bluntly.

“Wait, you actually kept track?” I asked.

“Of course.” She answered. “You know how much I love fucking you.”

Now I felt bad for not keeping track myself but as she caressed me and reminded me that I had her all night long, I felt better.

“Using my own technique on me.” She remarked with an impressed tone. “Should’ve seen that coming.”

“I definitely saw you cumming.” I teased.

“Well, come and claim your prize, you fuckable skank.” Jenna said.

“Gladly, you fineass hoe.” I said back.

We went to her bed backstage and I fucked her brains out until we were both too exhausted to continue. We woke up the next morning and showered. As we got dressed, I decided to speak on her behalf.

“I already know why you love the game.” I said. “You told me it’s just like rock and roll. It’s dirty, taboo and requires a lot of practice before you get good but once you do get good, you’re on top of the world.”

“Well, yes.” She confirmed. “But there’s more to it than that.”

“Such as?” I pondered.

“As I’ve said, it takes a lot of practice.” Jenna said. “And you shouldn’t let any amount of losses get you down.”

Those words hit me like a brick and brought back memories I tried to repress.

“You’re an addict, Ash.” She said bluntly. “There’s no shame in it but you can’t quit. I’ve lost to you 327 times now but I never once let it get me down even slightly.”

“Okay, you’ve made your point.” I said.

“Now there are two hot bitches waiting for you on the next floor.” She reminded me. “Go up there and show them what a real nympho can do.”

Jenna got up and scanned the elevator for me.

“Good luck, roomie.” She said before giving me the biggest, most passionate kiss I’ve had in a long time. “And don’t forget, even if I beat you, I still have to outfuck you 327 more times after that to really seal my victory.”

“I’m always ready to put your pussy in its place.” I teased.

We spanked each other before I walked into the elevator. As the door closed, it really dawned on me what would come next. Nine floors of hot sluts I fucked my way through and it all comes down to this. The digital red text read as follows…

Floor 10: The Boss

Well, here we are. Nine sexfights all leading up to this moment. Not gonna lie, I was nervous. My heart was pounding the second the elevator door closed after I was finished with Jenna. You’re probably wondering why I’m so nervous. Well, if you haven’t figured it out by now, like all of my past opponents, The Boss introduced me to the game. I’ll go into detail a little later. You’ve been patient so far. As the elevator door opened on the long-awaited tenth floor, it revealed something unlike any other floor so far. The entire room was like one giant mattress. The floor had bedding built into it and it was everywhere. Like I was walking on the world’s biggest bed. The room was about the size of a school library. I ditched my clothes, already knowing where this would go. At the eastern wall of the room, chained to two twin support beams, was Shannon!

“Ash!” She cried out. She was naked, her D cups on display and her legs spread eagle. Her dark, brunette hair disheveled and messy like she’d been chained up for days, which she probably has.

“Shannon!” I said happily.

“Please come over and fuck me!“ Shannon begged. “I’m so horny!”

“Well, hello to you too.” I said sarcastically.

Truthfully, I would’ve done it if I didn’t have to save it for The Boss. I fucked this girl every day for almost a full three years. I’d be going through withdrawal if it wasn’t for the gauntlet of nymphos I spent the last nine days fucking my way through.

“Sorry, babe but I’ve been like this for over a week!” Shannon said.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Well…” Shannon began. “That night, I had trouble sleeping, so I went for a walk when some hot lady approached me and asked if I wanted to fuck. I said yes and she drove me to this building and took me to this room where she chained me up. I thought it was kinky at first but she wouldn’t let me go! She’s been fucking me non-stop for days now, which is nice but I’ve missed you and your pussy so much!”

“Sounds like something she would do.” I commented.

“You know her?” Shannon asked. “Oh, does she have something to do with that email you got the other day? I’m so sick of being left out! Tell me what’s going on already!”

“Just relax, hottie.” I told her.

“Relax?!” Shannon asked defensively. “I’ve been kidnapped and you took over a week to find me! What were you even doing all that time?!”

“Oh, she’s been doing quite a lot, kitten.” A voice said from behind me. A voice that was all too familiar. A voice so smooth and seductive that it sent chills down my spine hearing it for the first time in three years.

“Hello, my little honeypot.” The Boss said, massaging my shoulders from behind. “It’s been far too long.” Her whispering in my ear pierced my very soul.

“So, you are that email bitch!” Shannon said. “Will someone tell me what’s going on, already?! I don’t even know your name!”

“Well, I suppose you’ve been patient enough.” The Boss said as she played with my hair. “But I think Ashley should be the one to tell the story, don’t you?”

“Fine.” I said.

The Boss walked in front of me and revealed her gorgeous, irresistible form that hadn’t changed a day in all these years. She gave me that signature, seductive but sultry smile of hers that always made me melt. I began to tell Shannon the story that you are about to hear yourself. You’ve waited long enough and so has she. When I was 18, I was touring Buchanen, the College that I would soon enroll in and on the day I was being shown my dorm, I met the lady who would be our advisor. I was told that she was fresh out of College herself. When I saw her, I was beyond enamored. She was a Goddess. I had never questioned my sexuality before but seeing her…No woman on Earth is that straight, no man on Earth is that gay and no person on Earth is that asexual. She was feminine perfection. Not a single flaw.

She honestly looked like she could be my older sister. She wore sexy, small glasses like a hot librarian. Like me, she had very long, thick and flowing brunette hair. Slightly darker than my brown but not quite blackish. Think something between my hair color and Shannon’s. She had piercing blue eyes. Her hair went down to the most firm, shapely and grabbable ass you’ll ever see. She had a smile on her face that was both friendly and pleasant but also seductive and confident. However, what caught my attention about her more than anything else was her breasts, highlighted nicely by her uniform. The single biggest rack I’ve ever seen. Bar none. I almost popped a blood vessel at what I realized next. I’d recognize that cup size anywhere! She had Ks like I did! To this day, she is the only woman I have ever met that shares my cup size.

She introduced herself. Her name was Veronica Smith. She was 23 years old, five years older than me, making her 30 years old in the present day. She went to College at Buchanen too. She showed me around and to my dorm. I had to stop myself from drooling over her the whole time. One look at her and I instantly knew how much I liked girls. No denial. No identity crisis. No soap opera bullshit. I had zero doubts or regrets in my mind. After Shannon convinced me to love my boobs, I was done being insecure about who I was. Or so I thought at the time…

After the tour, Veronica offered me to come again tomorrow and meet the other girls, so us freshmen could get introduced to what she calls “the dorm’s favorite pastime.” My relatively innocent self was confused by that but still, I accepted. She then hugged me, pressing our K cups together, which got me all hot and bothered. Veronica then stunned me by placing a short but passionate kiss on my lips before saying goodbye and leaving. I was so blown away by that and so mesmerized by her that I had to go tomorrow. I just had to.

The next day, I attended the get-together. One of my fellow freshmen there was my future roommate, Jenna. Veronica spoke before us in the dorm lounge, telling us of the game. She told us all about sexfighting and none of us were taken aback by it in the least. I could tell that every girl there was just as hypnotized by Veronica as I was. She was so angelic, she could turn us all into a cult worshipping her like the Goddess that she was. She then asked for a volunteer to show the rest of us exactly what she was talking about. Before she could even finish her sentence, every girl’s hand shot up immediately, including my own, of course. Veronica, however, called me by name. I felt honored.

What happened next, I can only describe as the single most pleasurable experience of my life to this very day. From the moment Veronica planted that first tongue kiss on me, to our K cups colliding, to all the exquisite sexual euphoria she dished out on me…I became addicted right then and there. I never knew pleasure like this even existed. It changed my entire view of the world and of people as a whole. Many nymphos were born that day and of course, I was no exception. My enthrallment with Veronica only skyrocketed since then. Being our dorm advisor, she spent a lot of time around us. Needless to say, I got my pussy whipped by her that day but it gave me a dream of one day being able to defeat her. I challenged her to countless more fights after that. I fought her even more times than I did Jenna.

Those matches with her are among the greatest memories of my life. I still vividly remember the feelings and tastes of it all. We had done so much to each other. I can safely say without a shadow of a doubt, that she is the greatest fuck I have ever had. Jenna and Shannon fucked her too and they would agree with me instead of getting jealous. Every girl in the dorm had gotten a taste of her. It was an open secret on campus. Veronica had the higher ups wrapped around her finger, so they let it slide. However, each and every match I had with Veronica ended the same way. With my defeat. Still, I never gave up and kept challenging her over and over again but never managed to achieve my dream. Four years of fucking her and getting fucked by her was as enjoyable as it was frustrating. Our last match was the day before my graduation and I was determined to use this one last chance to finally win…But she still beat me.

That was my last chance to fulfill my dream before she and I would go our separate ways and I blew it. I’d lost sexfights before, especially to Veronica but this one defeat utterly broke me. I should’ve been happy and excited about graduation but instead, I was dejected and empty inside. It was then that I felt all my efforts and sexual accomplishments were meaningless. I was a tough little nympho. I was the best in my dorm. I was the envy and admiration of every other nympho there and it still wasn’t good enough. And that was the reason why I quit the game. Still, I found that I couldn’t live without lesbian sex, which is why I started fucking Shannon non-competitively. Three years went by without me even thinking about the past I left behind me and then I got that email and…Well, you know the rest.

I then told Shannon why I took so long. About how Veronica had me fuck my way through a tower of nymphos to get to her and now, the woman that introduced me to the game was staring me right in the face. Just the sight of her standing there naked got me going. Like me, she had brown nipples, a toned belly with a cute, little belly button and a bright, pink, smooth pussy. The sexy look in her eyes that just oozed nymphomania hadn’t changed in the slightest. She was a true clit queen. I had to admit, I had a hard time controlling myself with her nude body just a couple feet away from mine. Shannon looked amazed at my story.

“Wow…” She said, finally being filled in.

“Yes, quite a story, isn’t it?” Veronica joked.

“Whatever.” I said with a sad tone in my voice. “Can I take my friend and leave now?”

“After fucking nine hot bitches on your way here, you’re just gonna quit now?” Veronica asked. “You can’t seriously tell me you didn’t enjoy every single second of those matches.”

“I did…” I admitted.

“Oh, no!” Shannon announced. “After all of this, we’re not just leaving like nothing happened!”

“Shannon…” I said.

“Don’t “Shannon” me!” She said. “Sexfighting? That sounds hot as Hell! You’ve been holding out on me for years! I wanna try it too!”

“I’m sure your friend would be happy to teach you, dearie.” Veronica said sexily. “But first, I need to teach her one more thing. The importance of not giving up.”

“Can we skip the lecture this time?” I asked.

“No!” Veronica said with uncharacteristic firmness.

I was actually taken aback. Normally, I’m a confident alpha bitch but when it comes to Veronica, I’m either a horny sub or a scared little girl. That’s how much power she had over me.

“Have your past nine opponents taught you nothing?” Veronica asked rhetorically. “Do you think you’re the only nympho in the world who’s never outfucked me? Every single girl from your dorm is in the same boat but they’re all still passionate players of the game to this day. I’m sure many of them are even fuckfighting right as we speak!”

“I know, but…” I interrupted.

“Let me finish!” Veronica ordered. “Not to mention your other opponents in this gauntlet. None of them have outperformed me once…Well, with one exception.”

“The MILF, I know.” I said.

“She was my mentor and she defeated me many times before I was able to come out on top.” Veronica said. “And you defeated her on your first attempt.”

I rolled my eyes down in shame.

“And what about Jenna?” Veronica asked. “You have outfucked her exactly 327 times but she never once even considered quitting.”

“I get it!” I said in an annoyed tone.

“So, why?” Veronica asked. “Why quit just because you couldn’t defeat one bitch?”

“Well…” I began. “You’re just the most incredible woman I’ve ever been with. I dreamed of being just like you and one day, better than you but after four years of failure, I just thought…What’s the point of sexfighting if you can’t be the best?”

“Oh, honeypot…” She said, soothingly. “There’s so much more to the game than being the best. It’s about the experience. The love of the art form. The endless pleasure and so much more. Isn’t that what your past opponents told you?”

I remembered all the things the other girls told me. Courtney’s energy, Rose’s anti-drug argument, Donna’s sportiness, Amy’s love of feeling sexy, Blaire’s enjoyment of the thrill of the game, Krystal’s unapologetic sluttiness, Sally’s point about women knowing how to pleasure each other better than men, Lola’s passion for dominating other sluts and Jenna’s determination to learn from every defeat.

Now, I felt stupid. Seeing Veronica again fucked with my head and made me forget about all of that but now, it all came flooding back to me. I had to stop being such a wimp when it came to Veronica. I had to remember how much I loved fucking her and fucking women in general. No more doubts! No more regrets! No more quitter Ashley! I had to persevere! At least just one more time. Whatever doubt I had left was quickly erased by what Veronica said next.

“You’ve done a disservice to nymphos everywhere by quitting, Ashley.” Veronica said. “Myself included.”

“Really?” I asked with a somewhat exciting tone.

“Of course.” She answered. “In fact, you might think I’m just saying this but you are in fact, my greatest opponent.”

“Seriously?!” I asked with even more excitement.

“Would I have gone to all this trouble to get you back if you weren’t?” Veronica said. She had a point.

“So, what do you say, honeypot?” She asked. “One more round? Just one?”

“Okay…” I said with a sigh. “One more round.”

“That’s my girl.” Veronica said.

“Hold up.” Shannon interrupted. “I have no problem watching this but do I really still have to be chained up for the whole thing?”

“I dunno if you can be trusted not to interfere, babe.” I said, giggling.

“Well, I didn’t sit here for nine days just to stay chained up once you got here!” Shannon protested.

“It is a bit unfair.” Veronica agreed. She then shot me a lustful, perverted smile that I knew all too well.

“Tell you what, sweetie.” Veronica began. “If you promise to behave like a good little spectator, I’ll give you two things.”

“I’m listening.” Shannon said.

“First, I’ll unchain you.” Veronica explained. “And then, whoever loses this match…Will be your sex slave for the rest of the night.”

“What?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes!” Shannon said excitedly. “I promise I’ll be good and just watch!”

“Alright then.” Veronica said. “You don’t have a problem with this, do you, honeypot?”

“I dunno…” I said, lying. In truth, I loved the idea of being dominated by Shannon for a change. Plus, if I won, I’d get to see her own Veronica and that would just be the icing on the victory cake.

“Tell you what, Ash.” Shannon offered. “If you win, I’ll share Veronica with you.”

“Okay, deal!” I answered, happily.

“Well…” Veronica interrupted. “Just to be fair, that also means that if I win, Shannon has to share you with me too.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” I said.

“Then it’s settled.” Veronica said.

My mentor then turned around and walked into another room. Shannon and I couldn’t help but check out her shapely ass as she did. She soon returned with the key to Shannon’s chains. We both walked up to Shannon and Veronica was about to set her free.

“Remember your promise, though.” Veronica reminded her.

“Yeah.” I agreed. “You can’t join us until it’s over. It’s just me and her.”

“I’ll find that a lot easier once you two stop shoving your tits in my face.” Shannon joked.

“This isn’t shoving my tits in your face.” I said with a devious grin. “THIS is shoving my tits in your face!”

Before Shannon could respond, I did exactly what I said I would do. I turned slightly and then buried her face right into my rack. I shimmied a bit, gently slapping her around with my K cups left and right. I did this for about ten straight seconds while Veronica laughed and Shannon’s yells were muffled. I then released her as she loudly exhaled.

“You bitch!” She said, giggling.

“Oh, Ashley, your technique was all wrong.” Veronica said. “THIS is how you shove your tits in another slut’s face”

Veronica then buried Shannon’s face in her own K cup sized rack. Once again, Shannon’s voice was muffled as Veronica lifted herself up and down, the opposite motion that I used. Once again, it went on for ten seconds before Veronica released her.

“You damn slut…” Shannon said through heavy breathing.

“Hmm…” I pondered. “Why don’t we give her a side-by-side comparison and let her be the judge?” I asked.

“Good to see you haven’t changed too much.” Veronica agreed.

Shannon’s face was then caught between the two biggest pairs of funbags she has ever and probably will ever see, the lucky bitch. I gyrated left to right while Veronica went up and down. We kept this up for thirty seconds before switching techniques. Now, I went up and down while Veronica went left and right. Another thirty seconds and we finally released Shannon, who was panting.

“Much as being smothered by two pairs of K cups is my ideal way of leaving this Earth…” Shannon joked. “Can you let me go now before I bite a hole in your tits and let all the air out of em?!”

“Hey, these puppies are all natural.” Veronica said.

“As are mine.” I added. “But she’s right. Let her go, so we can get this party started.”

Veronica did just that. For a second, I was afraid Shannon would break her promise and pounce on one or both of us but she controlled herself. She stretched quite a bit as her muscles must be stiff from being chained for so long. I later found out that Veronica only let her go to eat, relieve herself or when Veronica felt like playing with her without the chains. Damn. Shannon then rested her back against the eastern wall of the room.

“Alright.” Shannon announced. “May the best slut win.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Veronica said. “She very much will.”

This was it. The climax, pun very much intended, of all my efforts in this tower of hedonism. Was I still nervous? Of course but nervousness and excitement are two sides of the same coin. Veronica’s arrogant comment had gotten my blood boiling. As much as I fawned over her, I always wanted to contort that smug face of hers with pleasure and euphoria. It was one of the reasons why I always dreamed of surpassing her and why never being able to hit me so hard. I couldn’t let her know that, though.

We just stared each other down like a Mexican standoff. The Good, The Bad and The Ugly theme wouldn’t be at all out of place here. I felt the comfortable mattress-like floor on my bare feet as my greatest opponent looked me dead in the eye. I can’t get cold feet now. I was going to fight. Would I win? Who knows but that’s what the game’s all about. We all love fucking girls and by God, no one would stop us from doing just that.

“You wanna fuck me, my little honeypot?” Veronica asked, teasingly.

“More than anything in the world.” I answered with as much confidence as I could.

“Then come here and bring it on.” Veronica said. “To the end.”

“To the end.” I agreed.

And with that…It was on.

We approached each other slowly and then began circling each other like cats. I just now noticed that she didn’t have her glasses on. My heart pounded like a drum as I ogled the most fuckable body on the face of the planet. This was it. I was really gonna fuck the woman of my dreams again after so long! I missed this so much! I has to fuck her! Nothing would stop me!

Eventually, Veronica marched into me and our glorious K cups came together in an overwhelming collision of beautiful, female flesh. The only bad part about having tits like mine is that there aren’t many other girls my size to lock up with. So, if any hot, K cup nymphos just happen to be reading this, you know who to call. Before I could even fully take in the euphoria of our jublies reuniting, Veronica’s tongue was in my mouth. Holy shit…She kissed even better than I remember. My tongue felt like it was being massaged by hers. It felt so soothing…So wet…So velvety…So…So…Ugh! I had to focus! This was a sexfight!

I kissed her back best I could. Quickly, one hand was buried in my hair and the other on my plump ass. I reciprocated. God, her hair was so long, soft and silky…It felt so wonderful running it through my fingers and her ass, good lord! It was so springy and bouncy! I felt my fingers sink into it like quicksand. Her nipples penetrated my areola as mine penetrated hers. It was beyond heavenly. I was just about ready to cream and we hadn’t even worked on each other’s pussies yet. So amazing…Goddamnit, focus!

This is why I always lost to her. I was in love with everything about her body and she knew it. I really cannot describe how irresistible she is. You have to see her yourself. One look from her was enough to make my sexual orientarion turn on its head. Even the most hardwilled people you can imagine, Batman, Thanos, anyone, all of them would melt at the sight of her pure and absolute hotness. Nevertheless, I didn’t come all this way just to lose to her for the upteenth time. I was in it to win it.

We continued making out lustfully and passionately. We used to have trouble kissing each other due to the size of our enormous racks but we made it work. I knew Shannon was being given a Hell of a show. The scene was like the perfect balance between raunchy, graphic porno and seductive, romantic sex scenes from movies. If it was that good watching, you can’t even imagine how it feels to be a participant. As we kissed, I took this one step further and brought my outer thigh up against her cunt. I could feel her smiling into the kiss as a response. Her pussy felt as soft, juicy and silky smooth as ever. I looked forward to seeing if it still tasted just as good. Veronica retaliated by bringing her own thigh up against my own twat. Jesus Christ, just the feeling of her soft, luscious skin against my pleasure center was overwhelming.

She then pushed herself into me and we landed on the bedded floor, still kissing. My hair fanned all over the ground and her hair curtaining us on one side. Veronica broke the kiss and gave me the most clit-melting bedroom eyes you could imagine. She then brought out her tongue and began licking down my neck.

“Ahhh…” I moaned.

Veronica dragged her skilled tongue down my hot, slutty body, giving me goosebumps. As she reached my pride and joy, my nipples grew as sharp as daggers. She buried her face in my cleavage, tongue still out and licking all around. It was equal parts pleasurable as it was ticklish.

“Oh, God, I missed you so much.” I said, knowing she couldn’t hear me with my tiddies blocking her ears.

She licked all inside my cleavage, tasting my smooth, succulent skin. Veronica was kinky as fuck and I loved that about her. Well, I loved pretty much everything about her. Yeah, if I was a guy, you’d call me a simp but you haven’t seen her or fucked her like I have. She leaves you wanting her more and more every time. She was my addiction. Veronica freed her face from my tits to breathe before descending upon my nipples. She pushed my K cups together and my nipples into one spot where she could lick them to her leisure. She moaned and sighed seductively as she suckled my milk buds with gusto.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned. “You always had the best tongue!”

“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet, girl.” Veronica teased.

Out of curiosity, I looked over at Shannon. She looked like she was in a trance. I would be too if I had two sex Goddesses putting on a lesbian show for me. Veronica then dragged her tongue further down my body. I was like a canvas and her tongue was the brush. She reached my belly button and circled around it before briefly dipping her tongue in, giving me chills and then continuing down. Oh, fucking Hell. I now realized where this was going! She was gonna go down on me! She ate pussy better than anyone I’ve ever been with! I braced myself. The very second her tongue reached my pudenda…

“AHHHHH!!!” I shrieked.

I felt my entire body convulse in pure pleasure as she licked me. She tongued slowly and sensually. She was in a teasing mood this time. Veronica would always change up her technique depending on what mood she was in and/or who she was with. She was unpredictable and that’s what made her such a lethal opponent. She licked on the very edge of my pussy lips, circling my labia, tormenting me with teasing before finally diving in.

“Ohhhh…” I cried.

So many memories of her eating me out came flooding back. No one performed cunnilingus like Veronica and I mean, NO ONE! She licked all around my inner labia, obviously wanting to savor something she had gone three years without tasting. She loudly moaned and sighed with her tongue out as she serviced my slutty cunt. My face flushed red as the familiarity and pleasure hit me like a truck. She licked, slurped, kissed and swallowed my juices like the dirty, unapologetic nymphomaniac that I loved her for being. I winced and rocked my head back and forth in pleasure.

“Oh, God!” I cried. “Yes! Lick me! Lick me all day and night, baby!”

She smiled into my cunt as she continued her meal, her beautiful, silky hair blanketing my inner thighs. And then…She went up to my rock hard clit where she unleashed the full brunt of her oral assault. She opened her slutty mouth nice and wide and then enclosed it on my throbbing, little pleasure bud.

“Fuuuuuuuuuccckkk!!!” I screamed.

Shannon was blown away by what she was seeing. I don’t blame her. I had always dominated her and fucked her long ad hard, so seeing me like this, puddy in Veronica’s hands, must’ve been quite a shock. I panted loudly as my mentor kept dominating my clit. I felt her saliva surround it and the mass of her tongue pressed against it. I then remembered what always happened when she licked my cunt and that Shannon was about to see it in person. I had lost my concentration and forgotten what this was about. I balled her hair into a ponytail-like mass and pulled it but it was far too late. She had me right where she wanted me, the hot bitch. She pressed the attack and I could feel my climax racing towards my pussy like a man on the run.

“Agh! Ugh! Oh! Fuck! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed louder than I thought I could.

Veronica unlatched her mouth from my lower lips as I came. Using the word “came” is like calling me slightly promiscuous. I was like a fire hose. I sprayed Veronica’s smiling, smug face with what had to be gallons of my fluids. She licked at it, let it seep down her chest and into her flowing hair. By the time I was done, she looked like she had just gotten out of a pool. She was dripping from head to toe. There were bukakkes and then there was what just happened.

“You see, hun?” She said to Shannon. “That’s why I call her “honeypot”.”

“Damn…” Shannon said, amazed. “You look like you could use a towel.”

“No thanks.” Veronica said. “A true nympho loves being covered in her opponent’s orgasmic release. It’s like a battle trophy.”

“That’s kinky as fuck.” Shannon said.

I was dizzy and my mind was a million miles away. That was the single biggest orgasm I had in years, bar none, hands down and it was just the first climax of the night. I grabbed a hold of myself to make sure it would not be the last. Oh and yeah, that’s where her nickname for me came from. She was the only one who could ever make me do that. I always wanted to make her do something like that but that also never came to fruition…ha ha…came…

Veronica crawled towards me, wrapped her arms around me and hugged me, covering me in my own humiliating pussy juice. She kissed me again, lovingly but also mockingly. My eyes were droopy and half-closed, like I was drunk off my amazing tits. I wanted so bad to just say fuck the match and enjoy our reunion but I had to persevere like I did in every other match. I was fucked silly but my thirst for revege kept me going…And as you are about to find out, revenge was not the only thing I was thirsty for. Veronica broke the kiss, got up and turned in Shannon’s direction again.

“Once I finish her off, I’ll do that to her again.” Veronica bragged. “Then, I’ll let her explode all over you this time.”

“Kinky.” Shannon said casually.

That did it. Shannon’s the one who cums all over me! Not the other way around! I eyed up her fine ass and her pussy from behind. Oh, her sweet, luscious, smooth, delicious, delectable, scrumptious, beautiful pussy! I had to have a taste of it again! I had to! Before Veronica could turn around, I snuck up to her from behind. Thankfully Shannon didn’t rat me out. I grabbed tight onto her thick, meaty ass cheeks and then slammed my mouth into her tender twat from behind.

“Ohhh!!” She yelped in shock and pleasure. “You sneaky little bitch!”

Where does she think I learned it from? I tongued her lower lips with a mighty, furious rage with years of frustration and failure motivating it. This was it. I was going to make her hose me down if my life depended on it!

“Sweetie, when will you ever learn?” Veronica asked, mockingly. “You can’t make me explode, like I can to you.”

Her taunting only pissed me off even more. I licked her hard and fast and then repositioned myself, so her pussy was basically right on top of my mouth. I held her legs tight to keep her still.

“Ugh!” She grunted. “But I will admit, you’ve gotten better at this.”

Years of going down on Shannon will do that. She was a great practice dummy. Regular sex is still sex and can still make for good practice. I rolled my tongue inside Veronica’s steamy, juicy twat, loving every second of it. She tasted just as good as I remember. Sometimes I wish my mouth was permanently glued to her lower lips, that’s how tasty she was. I let her tangy, sweet fluids envelop my tongue as I pushed in and out, in and out.

“Ahhhhh!!” She shrieked. I was starting to break her down! I had to keep it up!

I audibly slurped and spat into her cunt, swallowing her secretions as I feasted like a starving lion. My tongue explored every inch and crevice of her beautiful pussy. I could tell that she was loving it, more so than most times I had eaten her in the past. Her clit came out to play and as soon as I noticed, I went for it. No mercy.

“Fuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!!!” She cried. I loved the sound of me making her scream.

I turned my head around as I tongued her clit, making sure that as much of my mouth could touch it as possible. I added some fingers into the equation to speed it up, dipping them into her meaty, juicy inner walls. I felt my tongue and fingers being squeezed by her vagunal canal as I ran my tongue all over her. I could tell that her climax was fast approaching by her little jerks and back arches. I hope to God that I did it right.

“Uhhhhh!!!” She groaned.

I changed my positioning so that I was eating from the front now, dragging my tongue along her lower lips as I moved. I ate her as hard and fast and mercilessly as I could, wanting to pleasure her as much as humanly possible. And then, it finally happened.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” She screamed so loud, it hurt my ears a bit.

I pulled away from her and aimed my face right in front of her crotch, awaiting dowsing and boy, what a dowsing it was. She burst like a fire hydrant right into me, I shook my head back and forth so that I was covered in as much Veronica mess as possible. I let it completely soak me, seep through my skin and into my hair, flowing downwards. I couldn’t believe it. I achieved one of my dreams. I made her explode like she could always do to me. I almost thought I really was dreaming. As she finally stopped cumming, I felt like I had just had a hot, steamy shower, which I sort of did. Her eyes glazed and her mouth agape, she fell forward into my embrace. I hugged her to me and we kissed like long, lost lovers.

I felt our wet skin coalesce as we made out with absolute passion. Our hands were buried in each other’s wet hair. Three years…Three long, wasted, fuckfightless years…All this time, I could’ve been fucking this beautiful creature day in and day out. I felt so stupid for ever turning my back on the greatest thing that women can possibly experience. I’d give anything to undo that terrible mistake but I was back, bitch! And here to stay!

We stopped kissing and pulled away to lustfully lick at each other’s tongues. The looks in our eyes were that of pure euphoria. I had never seen Veronica like this. She was always cool, collected and in absolute control. She was an alpha bitch of the highest order. And here she was, fawning over me like I always had and still was fawning over her. I never wanted this to end but we stopped licking tongues and hugged, our heads on each other’s shoulders, smelling our own tang on each other’s hair and licking at each other’s ear lobes.

“I fucking love you.” She whispered to me. I was both shocked and elated to hear those words.

“And I love fucking you.” I whispered, teasingly.

We were just completely enthralled with each other…Until a certain third brunette had to interrupt.

“Goddamn…” Shannon said in a stunned tone. “Hey, Ash, how come you never make me do that?”

“Never knew I could.” I admitted.

“I’m so proud.” Veronica admitted.

“Who’s the honeypot now, huh?” I asked.

“Why don’t we find that out right now?” Veronica asked.

“69?” I asked.

“You know it.” Veronica said. “Bring it on, you sweet piece of pussy.”

“Hope you can handle it, you fuckable cunt.” I shot back.

We broke apart only to get into the 69 position, side by side, horizontally. Our wet hair blanketed the other slut’s legs. We then immediately sank our tongues inside each other yet again and began rolling all around the bedded floor of that room. Our pussies were red, ripe, hot and hornier than ever. The sound of girl juice swishing and tongues slurping filled the room as we rolled all around. Our damp, matted hair was flying. She tasted even better after she just came. God, she was the tastiest bitch in the world, I swear. Her tongue explored my pussy thoroughly as well. Our clits immediately came out of hiding and we went to town.

We ate and ate and ate each other ravenously, passionately and lovingly. I licked her in figure eight patterns. She licked me in compass patterns. We licked each other in just about every way imaginable. We would even use the licking to spell out messages to each other like L-I-C-K M-E G-O-O-D and I M-I-S-S-E-D Y-O-U. What a reunion this was turning out to be. Orgasm after orgasm hit us like trucks over and over again but we weren’t even slowing down. We playfully poked and prodded each other’s clits with our fingers while licking at the same time. We splattered our juices all over each other so many times, it was like we were at a waterpark. After many climaxes, we finally broke away from each other. We decided we had enough of oral for now and to move on to the more intense stuff. As we sat up and caught our breath, we stared each other down.

We then kissed again for a little while, sharing the flavor of our pussies with each other as our tongues wrestled. Shannon was watching us intently but she was focused, not touching herself or anything. To tell you the truth, I’m amazed at her uncharacteristic willpower. She was always so submissive to me and always begged me to fuck her. I guess she really wanted to save it for the loser that would eventually become her and the winner’s sex slave. As I made out with Veronica, she surprised me by pushing me to the ground, breaking our kiss. She smiled down at me as her damp hair curtained us and straddled my face. It was then that we remembered that one last part of our reunion was not yet complete.

“My pussy missed your pussy so much.” Veronica said.

“The feeling is mutual.” I teased. We both knew what we wanted.

And then she brought us together in every way imaginable. Mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, tit to tit, nipple to nipple and best of all, cunt to cunt. And oh, what an amazing fusion of female hotness it was. Our tongues wrestled once again, heatedly and lustfully as our nipples poked deeply inside the other nympho’s areola, a feeling unlike any other and last but certainly not least, our lower lips kissed heavily and passionately.

“Mmmmmmm!!!” We both moaned lovingly into each other’s slutty mouths.

Tribbing with Veronica was a beyond heavenly experience. I did not truly know what pleasure was until I had done that for the first time. Her cunt was so smooth, velvety, juicy, warm and comfy. It fused with mine as if we were each other’s carnal destinies. Our juices coalesced inside our dueling twats as we began rolling all around the room again, our hair damp with sweat and girl mess flying and waving all over the place. Eventually, I had gotten the upper hand. We broke our kiss as I was on top. I grabbed her leg and held it against my chest, right in between my pride and joy. I proceeded to hump and grind into the love of my life as hard and fast as I could.

“Ohhhh!!” Veronica cried.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it!” I teased.

I felt our labia deliciously grind together as I tribbed the sex Goddess beneath me. I looked down at her, saw her face flushed and contorted with the pleasure I was dishing out on her as her wild, flowing hair fanned out on the bedded floor. Between this and actually succeeding in making her explode earlier, my confidence was at an all time high. The nervous, timid little girl that you saw when Veronica first showed up was dead. I was back to my good, old, arrogant, slutty self. Better actually. I was gonna see this through to the end. The sound of our pussy juice swishing against each other filled the room. I soon joined our clits together and as soon as the contact was made…

“Ahhhhhh!!!” We both shrieked.

It gave us chills like we were naked out in a blizzard. Our pleasure buds slid over each other, each time feeling like a shotgun of pleasure was blasted inside of us. We panted and groaned as we fucked each other with everything we had. Eventually though, Veronica’s movements gave off the signal of her impending orgasm and I responded appropriately. I kept fucking her harder and faster until finally, she burst.

“Uggggghhhhhh!!!!” She screamed as she shot her warm, soothing cum up my vaginal canal. Oh, God, that felt good!

We stopped our tribbing as Veronica hyperventilated. I was doing better here than any of our previous matches. I couldn’t believe it but I wasn’t gonna let it go to my head now. Veronica was a nympho of the highest degree and I could not underestimate her. Especially not now. Veronica then pounced on me and we continued wrestling, our cunts still joined at the labia and this time, she ended up on top. She then grabbed my legs and held them up, sandwiching them between her arms and tits, leaving my pussy wide open for her to get some payback. She flexed her pelvis back and then smashed her twat directly into mine in one huge attack.

“Agh!” I grunted.

“You like that, slut?” She teased.

“I hope that’s not the best you can do.” I shot back. As if I didn’t know more than anyone that it wasn’t.

She then repeated her move, bringing her pelvis back and then slamming into me again and again. Each time, she stopped to rub her cunt into mine nice and long. I wrapped the lower halves of my legs around her head to make our connection more intense.

“Ohhhh!!” I cried. It was heaven to be fucked by her again.

Veronica herself was also enjoying this. Her eyes were closed and wincing in pleasure and her mouth was slightly agape with shallow breathing and silent moans. I tried my best to fuck her back but this awkward position made it difficult. Our damp, matted hair and jiggly, luscious K cups bounced around as we tribbed. Our clits couldn’t help but mash together as Veronica fucked me like the slutty nympho I proudly was.

Agggghhhh!!” I shrieked.

Veronica grinned with satisfaction as she continued bumping our clits together. I knew it was only a matter of time until I couldn’t handle anymore of this. After about a minute and a half, I could feel my orgasm coming on. The pleasure flowed through my body like volts as Veronica changed her technique to slow but utterly devastating humps of our cunts. That spelled disaster for me in this position. I decided to stop resisting and save my energy for afterwards.

“GOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!” I screamed as my cum burst out of my pussy and shot up inside Veronica’s.

Veronica made the same face I made when she blew her load inside me. A look of pure satisfaction and enjoyment of what she was experiencing. After I came we pulled apart once again, panting. After we caught our breath, we stopped and looked at each other and realized how much of an absolute mess we both were. Our hot, flawless, irresistibly fuckable bodies were shiny with sweat and each other’s secretions. Our trademark brunette hair was damp, matted and messy as can be. Our nipples were hard and very noticable. Our pussies were red and ripe. We giggled at each other before deciding how to finish this once and for all.

“Scissor me, bitch.” I ordered.

“Only because you asked nicely, cunt.” Veronica shot back.

We crawled closer and lied down in the perfect position for the grand finale. Our legs were spread just enough and then, we came together.

“Ahhhh!!” I cried.

“Ohhh!!” Veronica cried.

Even though we had just tribbed each other to orgasm after orgasm, each time our pussies joined felt like an overwhelming jolt of pleasure. God, how could I have ever made myself quit her? We flexed our lower bodies to really rub nice and tight into each other. We moaned like the horny bitches in heat that we were as our hair fanned out on the bedded floor behind us and our jubblies jiggled like gelatin. It was beyond glorious. I felt every little trouble, stressor and negative thought melt away as we fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked. I know I’ve said this a million times but I never wanted this to end. I wish there was a way for both of us to both achieve immortality and no longer have the need for basic bodily functions so that we could just keep fucking each other until the end of time itself.

We drove orgasm upon orgasm upon orgasm upon orgasm out of each other, to the point where time felt like an illusion. The area between our joined twats was nothing but juices and female flesh with absolutely no air in between. We pushed into each other as deeply as possible. The sounds of our moaning, sighing and panting just became white noise and there was nothing in this world except my pussy and her pussy fucking each other to death. This was it. There was no doubt any longer. Jenna may be my most persistent rival but Veronica was unquestionably my soul rival. We were born to fuck each other. More than that. We were created by the sex gods to bring indescribable pleasure out of each other as only we could. This bitch was made for me and I was made for her. I was so fucking stupid to ever doubt that. Never again.

As our juices flowed and coalesced together and our cunts made waves into each other, an all too familiar and soul-crushing feeling was beginning to rear its ugly head. Fatigue. Every nympho’s kryptonite. God fucking damn it. Was I really going to lose again? Was she really meant to forever dominate me in the same way that I was forever meant to dominate Jenna and Shannon? Fuck it. I’ve made it this far and after all this, I was gonna see this through to the bitter end. I put everything I had into the tribbing and I could tell that she was doing the same. I could feel my consciousness begin to fade but I pushed on. Our clits joined once again. We rubbed into each other as viciously and brutally as possible until finally, it happened again.

“FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!” We both screamed as one last orgasm was pulled out of us.

We shot our loads into each other, our orgasmic fluids no doubt meeting as we did and then…I passed out. I cursed myself as my consciousness finally gave way to my exhaustion. I just couldn’t keep going…I just couldn’t. I drifted off into dreamland. I felt truly at peace. As if I had been fucked so hard, I was somewhere in between unconsciousness and death. I felt like I was asleep for a lifetime until I felt something. A sharp pleasure hit my pussy and I soon woke up to find Shannon rubbing both my and Veronica’s twats fiercely.

“That’s a nice wakeup call.” I joked, half-heartedly.

“Just couldn’t control yourself any longer, could you?” Veronica joked.

“After all of that? Hell no!” Shannon said as she kept rubbing us. “You’re both my sex slaves for the rest of the night!”

“Wait, both?” I asked. “But I lost.”

“No, honeypot. You didn’t.” Veronica corrected.

“Wait…What?!” I asked excitedly.

“It was a tie.” Shannon answered. “You both passed out at the same time. That means you both lost, so you’re both my fuckbitches!”

“For real?!” I asked again. “I tied with her?!”

“That’s right, Ash.” Veronica answered. “Maybe if you didn’t run off for three years, you would’ve actually beaten me by now.”

“I can’t believe it!” I said.

I was so ecstatic at taking a further leap towards my dream than ever before that I wasn’t even that bummed about being Shannon’s cum dumpster for the night. Absolutely nothing could bring me down.

“Come and claim your prize!” I said.

“Gladly.” Shannon said.

She then pounced on top of me, ramming her tongue down my mouth viciously as she kept rubbing my cunt even harder and Veronica watched us. Shannon broke the kiss.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Ash!” Shannon said. “This sexfighting thing is the hottest shit in the world and you wanted to quit it just over one bitch you couldn’t outfuck?”

“Well, maybe I can now.” I answered.

“You can keep trying all you want.” Veronica teased.

“Either way, once we get home and rest up a little, you owe me a match!” Shannon ordered.

“I’m way out of your league, rookie.” I mocked.

“Says the bitch getting finger fucked by me right now.” Shannon teased.

Shannon then kissed me again and wiggled her finger for Veronica to come closer. She did. Shannon then broke the kiss with me and turned her head to kiss Veronica. I watched them wrestle tongues and swap spit lustfully and I was already getting horny again. After kissing Veronica for a full 30 seconds, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a threeway kiss. Damn, she really was hot for us. Our tongues wrestled and slurped at each other as we made out passionately. Our tongues rolled over each other as our hands were buried in each other’s hair. We then reluctantly broke the amazing make out session.

“Remember, Shannon.” Veronica said. “A tie also means that we both won, so we get to share each other with you.”

“True.” Shannon admitted. “But you’re still my slaves, so you’ll pleasure each other according to my instructions.”

“Fair enough.” I agreed.

“Likewise.” Veronica said. “There is no wrong way to fuck my little honeypot.”

“Well, after that explosion I brought out of you, I’d say you’re my honeypot too.” I argued.

“Well, right now, you’re both my honeypots.” Shannon reminded us. “And for my first order, Veronica, eat out Ashley!”

“Ohh, yes ma’am!” Veronica said enthusiastically.

“I wasn’t finished.” Shannon interrupted. “Eat out Ashley…with me!”

“Kinky.” Veronica said.

“As you wish, mistress.” I said sexily.

It had been forever since I had two girls go down on me at the same time. And being licked by the two girls that changed my life for the better was truly poetic. Shannon and Veronica crawled down towards my twat as I spread my legs nice and wide for them. Without warning, they dove down into my muff and licked like ravenous animals.

“Ohhhh!!” I cried.

Their sloppy tongues explored all around my sweet, red, ripe cunt. They made sure not to leave a single inch unlicked. My face flushed red and I buried a hand in each of their hair as they tongue-fucked me mercilessly. My pussy may as well have been the last pouch of water in the Sahara desert to them. I watched them eat me as their tongues grazed each other frequently. I wasn’t sure what I had more of in there. Pussy juice or nympho spit.

“Yeah! That’s it, you cunt-licking sluts! Lick me like your skanky lives depend on it!” I begged.

They did not need any further encouragement. Shannon stuck her tongue in and out like a sex toy in my lower labia while Veronica twirled her tongue around my clit lovingly. She always did that to me after her victories and she knew I loved it. God, this woman was beyond perfect. This double-tongue-teaming was far too much for me to handle.

“Oh, SHIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT!!!!” I screamed as my orgasmic fluids came bursting out of my pussy and all over them, seeping down their skin and into their luscious hair.

As I laid there hyperventilating, Shannon and Veronica pulled away from my pussy and made out lustfully, sucking my taste out of each other’s slutty tongues.

“Your first drenching from a nympho.” Veronica declared. “How does it feel, mistress?”

“Like I want to experience it a billion more times.” Shannon answered. “But I have other plans right now.”

“Such as?” Veronica asked.

“Ash, you good yet?” Shannon asked, seemingly ignoring Veronica’s question.

“Yes, mistress.” I answered as I regained my energy,

“Good.” Shannon said deviously. “Then I order you to eat out Veronica with me!”

“You really are a saucy minx.” Veronica said flirtatiously as she positioned herself for the double cunnilingus.

“Your wish is my command, mistress.” I said teasingly.

We both crawled up to Veronica’s crotch and like before, we dove in with full power.

“Uggggghhhhh!!” Veronica groaned.

Truthfully, I never knew if Veronica was ever subjected to this kind of thing. Knowing her, she probably was, so we made sure to give it our all. The combined taste of Veronica’s fluids and Shannon’s saliva hit my taste buds like a hurricane as we tongue-fucked Veronica. Eating out the woman of my dreams alongside my best friend. I thought I could only dream of experiencing something like this.

Like Veronica had done to me, I was lapping at her clit while Shannon was tonguing her lower labia. Our mouths covered her entire pudenda, leaving nothing untouched. Veronica grabbed onto our hair tightly as we serviced her. God, this made me wish Shannon went to Buchanen with me. We could’ve become nymphos together. Maybe even petition to share a room with Jenna. Just imagine the possibilities. I bobbed at Veronica’s clit like an apple while Shannon dragged her tongue all over the delicious twat right before us. Veronica moaned like the bitch in heat that she perpetually was and Shannon and I could both tell that her climax was in hot pursuit of our awaiting faces.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!” Veronica screamed as she emptied her load straight into us.

Her cream coated our faces and seeped down our skin and into our hair. Veronica bukakkeing me was something I would never EVER get tired of. As Veronica laid there panting, Shannon and I shared the plunder between our mouths. Our tongues wrestling and wringing my mentor’s secretions out of each other. Shannon’s kissing has improved tremendously and all just from watching that match? Impressive. Very impressive. We broke the kiss as Veronica caught her breath.

“Any other orders, mistress?” I asked.

“Actually, yes.” Shannon answered. “Both of you eat me out at the same time!”

“Yes, mistress.” I answered, knowing and hoping that she would say that.

“But, of course.” Veronica said.

Honestly, after everything Shannon had seen, we were surprised that she wanted this. She was a total rookie to the game and we were seasoned vets. Cocky bitch. So, we decided to teach her a lesson and unleash the beast on her. We held her down and then slammed our tongues inside of her with all of our power and fury.

“GOOOOOOODDDDDD!!!!” Shannon cried as we licked her.

If I was subjected to this on my first day of the game, I would’ve creamed all over myself and Veronica right there and then but Shannon held on. I was impressed. She seemed to be a natural. Nonetheless, Veronica and I tongue-fucked her mercilessly. We gave no quarter. We licked up and down, left and right, everywhere. Unlike the previous two pussy-lickings, where the lickers stayed in their respective areas of the recipient’s twat, Veronica and I shared it all. I would lick one spot and then Veronica would lick it and vice versa. This move was something she and I would do when we had two-on-two matches to finish off our one remaining opponent. It worked like a charm every time. I’m actually quite curious about how it must feel to be on the receiving end of this.

“GOOODDDAMMNNNIIIITTT!!!” Shannon yelled as we both intersected on her clit together. Our favorite way of ending this technique. I honestly wish we gave it a name.

I poked and prodded at one side of Shannon’s clit while Veronica poked and prodded at the other. The little pink, pleasure bud was being pushed to one side and then the other constantly. Shannon could handle no more.

“AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! !!” Shannon screamed bloody murder as she exploded in both of our faces like a fire hydrant.

We were completely coated from head to toe. We pulled away from our prey and seeing her covered in girl mess always made me hot for her. Well, pretty much everything she did made me hot for her but you get my point. We kissed and licked at each other, savoring the taste of Shannon. What an exquisite flavor.

“Holy shit…” Shannon said as she caught her breath. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever fucking had.”

That statement made us quite proud of ourselves.

“Where have you two been all my life?” Shannon asked jokingly.

“What next, mistress?” Veronica asked. Shannon smiled deviously.

“The triangle! Now!” She ordered.

Any nympho who’s had a lesbian threesome, by that extension, all nymphos knew what the triangle was. It was when three girls laid in a triangle pattern and all ate each other’s cunts. Like a threeway 69. It was as glorious as it sounds and I loved the idea of doing it with these two fuckable sluts. We positioned ourselves perfectly. I was eating Veronica, Veronica was eating Shannon and Shannon was eating yours truly. My K cups elevated me slightly as I laid on my stomach and licked Veronica for what had to have been the thousandth time that night and I still wanted more of her. She was truly the love of my life. Tonguing her while Shannon tongued me was amazing.

After all of those intense orgasms and how tired we all were, it did not take long for me to burst all over Shannon, Shannon to burst all over Veronica and Veronica to burst all over me. After a brief rest, we quickly turned ourselves around and switched up the triangle position. Now, I was eating Shannon, Shannon was eating Veronica and Veronica was eating me. So, all of us got to taste each other’s twats in this position. What a night, huh? Once again, it did not take long for our climaxes to rear their heads and I burst all over Veronica, who burst all over Shannon, who burst all over me.

At that point, we had all exhausted ourselves pretty badly. Veronica and I because of our match and Shannon because of the colossal beast of an orgasm we had given her. We crawled and cuddled up to each other with Shannon in the middle, me on her left and Veronica on her right. Our fatigue washed over us and we passed out. Once again, it was a deeply peaceful and warm slumber. We woke up, still cuddled next to each other, smiling pleasantly after such an amazing night.

“Damn…” Was all I could say.

“Indeed.” Veronica agreed.

“Amazing.” Shannon said.

We just cuddled for a little while, caressing each other’s breasts lovingly before a question had hit me.

“Oh, I almost forgot to ask you, Veronica.” I said.

“What is it, honeypot?” She asked.

“What are your reasons for loving the game?” I asked. Surprisingly, she had never told me all these years.

“Isn’t that the million dollar question?” Veronica joked. “Well, you remember The MILF’s reason, right?”

“Yes.” I answered. “That women know each other’s bodies better than men and therefore, are better at pleasuring each other.”

“Well, I agree.” Veronica said. “But it’s much deeper than that.”

“What do you mean?” Shannon asked.

“If you ask me…” Veronica began. “We women are biologically destined to fuck each other. I mean, think about it. We not only know the complexities of each other’s anatomy but unlike men, we have no refractory periods. We don’t need to give our cunts a rest after the first climax like they do their dicks. It’s a marathon of pleasure and the game maximizes that pleasure to the fullest extent.”

“That’s quite true.” I agreed.

“Very enlightening.” Shannon said.

“Yes. Straight girls and/or non-nymphos have no idea what they’re missing.” Veronica said. “Speaking of lesbian sex, I’ve arranged for a little parting gift if you babes are up for it.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Any second now.” Veronica said.

Suddenly, the elevator door opened and in popped out every single girl from all the previous floors! Courtney, Rose, Donna, Amy, Blaire, Krystal, Sally, Lola and Jenna! All naked and giving us devious smiles and bedroom eyes.

“What do you two say we end this party with a bang?” Veronica asked.

“Hell yes!” Shannon and I both answered.

The rest of the night, sorry to say, was a total haze. After the most intense sexfight of my life and then a passionate threesome with my two favorite bitches, the 12 girl orgy we had was like the ultimate high. I remember mostly vague images and feelings. I remember not one, not two but three girls tonguing my pussy while three other girls kissed me and two others suckled my tits. I remember so many feelings of licking and being licked, tribbing and being tribbed, nipples dueling, tits battling, pussies fighting and God knows what else. My mind was as fucked as my body. This truly was my drug or anti-drug as Rose would call it.

Every single girl did something with every single girl. Hours and hours of this went by and many girls could not handle so much pleasure and would pass out on the bedded floor. The whole room wreaked of ripe pussy and likely would for days, if not weeks afterwards. What I do remember best, is that, big surprise, Veronica and I were the last sluts standing. We came together in one last passionate kiss and fingered each other to multiple orgasms. As we stopped and cuddled, I looked around at all the sleeping, naked bodies of my gorgeous opponents. Beautiful and amazing women who taught me to appreciate the finer things in life and to embrace my passion. And the most amazing bitch in the world was right next to me at that very moment.

“Well, what do you say, Ashley Morris?” Veronica asked. “Are you back in the game?”

“Well…” I said jokingly. “Fuck yes! I’m back in the game and here to stay! Now and forever more!”

“That’s my girl.” Veronica said as she kissed me.

“I fucking love you.” I whispered to her.

“And I love fucking you.” She whispered back.

We rested on each other’s shoulders and drifted off for the third time that night. Over 24 hours of fucking and some sleeping. The greatest night of my 25 year old life.

Epilogue

It’s been a few weeks since my ordeal came to an end. Most would probably think that after ten days of non-stop lesbian debauchery, I’d want to take a break for a while…Most people don’t know me. If you thought I was a slutty nympho before, you should see me now. I live for fucking girls. I live for making out with girls, sucking girls’ tongues, licking girls’ nipples, eating girls’ out, 69ing with girls, grinding pussies with girls, bumping clits with girls, mashing tits with girls, dueling nipples with girls, grabbing girls’ asses, pulling girls’ hair and having them do all of that to me too.

But above all else, I live for doing all of those things competitively. I love sexfighting. It is the greatest thing in the world and I was so stupid to ever even consider quitting it. I love the thrill of fucking girls to exhaustion and being fucked to exhaustion myself. I am a nymphomaniac down to my very bones and fucking proud of it! Veronica was very much right about women being destined to fuck each other. We have sexual endurance that men can only dream of having. We can just keep fucking and fucking and fucking and the only limits are our own fatique. Once again, to all straight women out there, you can’t even begin to imagine what you’re missing, although I’d be more than happy to show you personally.

So, what’s been going on and where have I and the other hot bitches been? Well, I keep in contact with them regularly and I already plan on locking thighs with each and every one of them again very soon.

Let’s start with The Cheerleader, Courtney. She wants to have a rematch with me in her locker room in front of the rest of her squad. The loser gets gangbanged by the winner and the squad. Who doesn’t wanna have an orgy with a whole cheer squad? I happily accepted. We’re still working out the time.

The Hippie, Rose: She and her sister, the Goth Chick, Blaire, want to have a threesome with me. Not just any threesome. A threeway sexfight free for all! That’s the kinkiest shit I can imagine!…Okay, not even close but still pretty fucking kinky. Can’t wait for that.

The Athlete, Donna. She’s still trying to put together a sexfighting league and desperately wants me to join. I don’t blame her. I am a hot, fuckable piece of sweet pussy after all. I hope she succeeds and gets many girls to join and we plan on having a rematch even more heated than last time for a crowd of other nymphos. I hope that starts a massive lesbian orgy.

The Nerd, Amy. As she asked me during our match, she wants to do a lesbian camshow with me for our rematch. I’d be happy to but I make absolutely no promises about stealing her viewers. I can’t help how irresistible I am. Still, I’d love to fuck that little cutie for all the Internet to see.

The Stripper, Krystal. She wants to teach me how to do a strip show and I’d be more than happy to learn, so long as I get to fuck her and all the other strippers. Of course, she didn’t object to that. She loves being slutty and loves humiliating and being humiliated by other girls. We plan on more messy wrestling too.

The MILF, Sally. She confessed everything to her husband, Steve. He was very supportive and like any warm-blooded man, he found it hot as Hell and wanted to watch. She asked me if I would do the honor of being her first match for him. Who am I to deny such a cute couple? I just hope he doesn’t mind seeing his wife get her pussy whipped by me.

The Cop, Lola. She hopes to get really kinky for our rematch. The loser will have their hands and feet cuffed to a bed and be at the mercy of the winner’s perverted imagination. That winner will, once again, be me of course but she can try. I love dominating other doms.

The Rocker Chick, Jenna. Persistent as ever, she wants another rematch and if I lose, I’ll get fucked by her in front of an audience at her concerts, as she always dreamed of. I’m still thinking of how I’ll punish her if…Sorry, WHEN I win. Be very afraid, old roomie…Or very wet.

The Best Friend, Shannon. I’ve taken her under my wing as my pupil in nymphomania. She learns very fast and we have had many matches since. The submissive girl I once knew is long gone. Now, she loves aggression and domination. I guess she is to me what I was to Veronica. Speaking of which…

The Boss, Veronica. She loved fucking me and Shannon so much that she offered us to move in with her. One of her rich relatives recently passed on and left her loaded. The three of us now live in a fancy mansion together where we fuck each other on a daily basis. We’re still deciding on when our next rematch will be. She even told me the number of matches we’ve had. Including our reunion, 499! Goddamn!

We both agreed that neither of us were at our best at our last match, as we were so horny for each other after missing each other for so long. Our next match will be much more intense. We never get tired of fucking each other. We are truly soul rivals and one day, I will defeat her. Of course, even if I do, I’d have to outfuck her another 500 times to be truly ahead and I know both of us will be up for it.

As for me, I’m living the high life. I hope to fuck as many girls in my life as a human being possibly can. I wish I had the ability to fuck every single hot woman on God’s green Earth but alas, the limitations of mortality and humanity keep me grounded. I have a new lease on life. I am convinced that God is, in fact, a woman. Why else would she make lesbian sex so much more pleasurable and endless than any other kind? I am convinced that I have pleased her enough to go to Heaven and I hope to fuck God herself when that happens. I can’t even imagine.

Hey, even if I’m wrong and I go to Hell, maybe I can find some hot demon girls to fuck. Maybe the devil is a hot bitch and if I outfuck her, I’ll earn my freedom or even become the new devil! Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. The point is, I’m a raging, insatiable, incorrigible sexfight addict and will be until the day I die. I look at every attractive woman and immediately think of how they’d be in bed or what it would be like to fuckfight them. What are they into? What kinky shit would they have planned for me? Do they think I’m hot? Pfft. Of course they do. Everyone with working eyes does.

And as for you, I hope you’re very grateful. I took time off of my busy schedule of hedonism and girl-girl sex to tell you this incredible story. You know how hard that is for me? So, you’re welcome. And hey, if you’re a hot girl, I’d love to show you firsthand how amazingly fuckable I am. Well, that’s the end. Shannon and Veronica are groping my K cups as I type this. Oh, fuck! Now, they’re rubbing my pussy! Gonna have another threesome with them now! Bye!

The End

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