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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LADIES’ SPORT 1
Published: 30.10.2023
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Author’s Notes: Regis is getting a reputation for being very rough on the ladies, without always considering their personal wishes. This story may serve to reverse that image, as the ladies in this one are out for enjoyment all the way, at all costs! Enjoy.
Ladies’ Sport 1
CHAPTER ONE
Sharri knew exactly what was going on. She understood this hunk of a guy in the expensive suit was just looking for some unattached skirts to liven up a party that would have too many males. The girls were bored, and it sounded like a kick, so she and Andra agreed to accept the spur-of-the-moment invitation.
These were wealthy people, so they were sure to be safe, and they might just meet some really interesting and available men. They had come to the West Side Park race track just to see what it was like, and had enjoyed mixing with the big-time spenders. They had both dressed up, with bright colors, short skirts, and high heels.
Instead of pantihose, they had worn thigh-high nylons with seams up the back and a garter belt. Those were so much sexier, and they both felt very sexy. Both girls were at their prime. They kept their well-proportioned bodies in great shape, and they were justifiably proud of their attractive bodies.
They felt very feminine, and both of the girls liked to attract attention. Showing the dark broad bands at the top of nylons was in vogue, particularly with such shapely legs, and their stylish skirts with the added provocative belt-high slits on both sides were short enough to give eye-catching views.
They had chosen provoking clothing with purpose; they intended to be admitted to the clubhouse to view the races from behind glass, rather than sit with the common people in the stands. Sharri had lied about her uncle being a member, and the man at the clubhouse door had admitted the two striking-looking young women without question.
The races had been exciting, as both girls enjoyed the sight of the powerful well-developed horses totally under control of the little jockeys. The very sight of muscular flesh giving its all was stimulating, and when the girls went to the powder room, they shared with each other that their panties were damp from watching the powerful animals thundering down toward the finish line.
They were surprised that they had found sexual arousal in such a detached way and began to get the sense of what a voyeur experienced. Today was a special day at the track, with television coverage of an annual stake, with a huge purse. Horse owners from across the country had gathered to test their best racing stock, and after the presentation of the cup with the huge cash prize, and the reception that followed, there was to be a private party, hosted by the winner.
He was a wealthy industrialist, well known for his interest in high-performance horse flesh, and reputed to have a similar interest in women. It was a man from the winner’s private box who had approached Sharri and Andra to accompany them to the party, and it took little persuasion for them to accept.
The purse for the big race had been more than one hundred thousand dollars, and the winner had already started to spend it. He had rented the two top floors of the Westin Hotel, including the Presidential Suite, and had moved in his own staff, closing off the top two floors to hotel staff. His party was to be totally private.
There were nearly two hundred guests present, and the bar was busy. The hotel had prepared a sumptuous buffet, and the girls greedily fed themselves with the unusual and tasty offerings. There was a party band playing on one floor, and a country band on the other. All of the guests were there for a good time, and the two girls enjoyed the attention they attracted.
When things started to wind down, the man who had invited them discretely asked them if they cared to stay on for a small and unusual after-party. He said it was designed to be a special treat for the host’s close friends, as well as for the owners of the horses he had beaten. This was a common courtesy at this racetrack.
There would be special and unusual entertainment, featuring some very daring young ladies, hired for this event, and he thought they might find it interesting. The girls, feeling at home and comfortable, were anxious to stay, and readily agreed. These people were high class and acted like it, not like others they had seen.
They had been at a party once where strippers entertained and found the risque entertainment to be very interesting. Sharri and Andra had enjoyed the provocative strip acts the gorgeous girls had done on top of the dining room table. They had blushed when the outrageous girls had climbed down from the table and moved among the guests.
They were downright embarrassed when the naked hussies used their sex organs to pick up beer bottles, and then tips from some of the party guests. Those beautiful girls had been shameless in displaying their special talent with their educated vaginas. It was shocking behavior but held their interest.
After performing for a couple of hours, the sluts had moved up to the bedrooms to entertain the men one or two at a time. Those beautiful strippers had proven themselves to be no more than lowly whores. They had seen nothing like those harlots here, but even if the after-party had them, the two adventurers knew they could handle it.
It wasn’t every day that they got to play with the rich folks. They were prepared for beautiful young strippers and their obscene acts. This was a chance to see how the wealthy elite got their rocks off, to see if these people were really any different from their own male friends. They wouldn’t have missed it for anything.
There were less than thirty people that remained, and they all moved to the opulent large living room in the penthouse Presidential Suite. The furnishings were extravagant and seated everyone. There was a view of the city’s bright lights through huge windows, which disappeared as some of the men moved around and pulled all of the drapes.
They were providing privacy so that whatever happened, it would remain inside this large room. Something was going to happen that they didn’t want janitors or late workers in the nearby office buildings to see.
In the center of the large yet intimate room was a very large glass-topped brass coffee table.
It was round, the glass an inch thick, and Sharri guessed it was at least eight feet across. The few ornaments it had held had been removed. The sofas and chairs were moved into a large circle around it, with seating for everybody. They were spread out by this arrangement so that when seated, they could only comfortably visit with those beside them. The girls wondered what form the entertainment for the evening would take.
Sharri and Andra sat together in the middle of a large comfortable sofa. Single gentlemen sat on either side of them and engaged them in conversation. They were both feeling a bit tipsy and were glad they had stayed. They were about to witness something extraordinary, and it appeared the glass coffee table would be the stage.
They noticed that there were only about half a dozen of the wealthy horse owners, and their wives, and perhaps another half dozen younger men in tuxedos, who none-the-less were working. These were the male employees of the host, and looked like they could double as his bodyguards. They wondered if he might need them.
Every one of them was a hunk, Sharri thought, and wondered if there would be a chance to pair up with one of them later. The rest of the guests who remained were attractive young women, like themselves. Sharri counted and identified ten girls who did not have escorts. She thought they were all probably invited at the last moment, as she and Andra had been, selected from the other brazen young women who had crashed the clubhouse for the big race.
These were the groupies, strikingly attractive young women who were given the privilege of joining the elite for an evening. Sharri wondered to herself what the price would be. She and Andra would probably get an invitation to spend the night with one or more of them, but that thought excited her.
When everyone was settled, a pair of stunning-looking women came into the room. They were very well dressed, with fashionable short skirt silk dresses, and both had remarkable figures. Sharri guessed they were models, but she amended that to high-class call-girls when she saw what they carried.
At first, she had thought they were holding hands, but when they came close she was startled to see that each of them held one end of a long pink double dildo. These beautiful girls were indeed daring. One of the two striking young women was also carrying a small overnight bag, and she set it on the edge of the big coffee table.
Both of them stepped up onto the glass platform, and they danced for the small seated audience. They were remarkable. Their movements were erotic and highly seductive, and yet remained very classy. Sharri wondered if they were strippers. One at a time, they slipped their panties off. They remained otherwise dressed. This was intriguing. Sharri began to get aroused.
She and Andra had gone together once to a strip club, and they had found the evening very provocative and stimulating. Watching a woman undress and tease her audience was as sexually stimulating for them as it was for the men, but for a different reason. They had both discovered that night how erotic it was for a woman to display herself and her sexuality.
It had been amateur night, and they had both taken a turn but had stopped after the removal of their bras. Sharri had done a fast raucous dance, flopping her big boobs for the excited audience, and she had bent forward daringly, swinging her impressive mammaries in time to the music.
Then she had turned her back and pulled her panties tight in her crotch so that they barely covered her rectum and vulva, but she could not be persuaded to remove the tiny garment. That would be too much, as she was not that kind of girl. She took pride in her body but was not willing to display her sex organs in public.
Andra had gone on after her, and although she would not take off her panties, she borrowed a drink from a willing man in the front row and poured it onto her navel. The cold liquid had run down and soaked her panties, making them translucent, almost transparent. She leaned back until her hands reached the stage, and danced on all fours with her legs spread for them, crab-walking like a lewd stripper.
She too had pulled her panties tight, so that they burst into the crease of her vulva, squeezing the flared pink lips out on either side of the wet strand of twisted silk. Although her panties had remained on, everything was visible. It had been a blast at the time, but they felt dirty when they stood on the street later, waiting for a cab.
They convinced themselves later that they would never have done it had they not had so much to drink. What they remembered was the excitement of the raw exhibitionism, and the leering looks on the faces of the men in the audience as they had danced. It was an incredible feeling to have men so totally out of control. It made them feel powerful to have that influence on men.
Sharri was surprised to see that the two women on the glass-topped table were not stripping. Instead, they lay down on the table, with the short skirts of their smart dresses raised. One of them rubbed the end of the double-ended dildo against her vulva, stimulating the organ while moistening the tool’s end with her natural juices, then she slid the artificial male organ deep into herself.
“God, these hookers are brazen!” she said to the man sitting next to her.
“These ladies are not hookers,” he said.
“I mean call girls,” she said, using the more polite phrase for prostitutes.
“You misunderstand,” the man replied, “These gorgeous young women are the daughters of our host.”
“You gotta be kidding!”
“Not at all,” he said, “They are demonstrating an exciting new party game for women. Everybody is doing it. It’s a competition, and has even evolved into a wonderful and exciting new sport in the better gambling establishments.”
“Really?” Sharri said in disbelief.
She had not yet grasped the competitive aspect of what she was seeing. The other woman was moving into position. Both had pulled their skirts up over their hips and were lying along the same axis, with their exposed sex organs pointed toward each other.
The daring girls were actually mounting the large sex toy with everybody watching! Sharri was blushing from her face right down across her breasts, and when she looked at Andra saw that her friend was embarrassed as well. However, they were also very interested in seeing how far this wanton behavior would go.
“This is really catching on,” the man said, “It began as an exhibition of intimacy, but what has made it so popular is the competitive aspect.”
“What do you mean?” Sharri asked, still unable to grasp the dimension of competition.
These two were equally unashamed of displaying not only their most intimate parts to these people, most of them strangers but were also seeking sexual pleasure for themselves on the big sex toy together.
“The first thing they will do is the hard kiss,” the man said, “This is competitive kissing, as only women can do it.”
As she watched, her mouth open, Sharri saw the women move their exposed crotches closer together. The dildo was very long, and when they were as close as they could comfortably get, there were still nearly four inches of the device visible between their naked organs.
Then the women reached their hands toward one another, and each grasped the other by her wrists. With this stronghold, they pulled each other closer, driving the ends of the dildo deeper into each other. The pressure caused their vagina lips to spread as if flaring in sexual excitement. The look on their faces showed that they were both experiencing some discomfort, but also solid determination.
As they pulled, their organ lips at last touched, and they continued to force their groins together, moaning in pleasure with the intimate kiss. The moans had to be expressions of self-inflicted pain, as well as the obvious pleasure derived from it, because of the depth to which the dildo was being applied.
The two young women continued to press their crotches together and were now grinding and humping their hips, taking and receiving, as they mashed their nether lips together. This was a hard French kiss, both internal and external. They were providing a striking example of tough love, and the eager audience was sitting forward on the front edge of the couches.
The beautiful sisters appeared oblivious to the audience, caught up in the decadence of their performance, and they were soon both moaning in orgasmic pleasure. These two strikingly beautiful young daughters of the wealthy industrialist and horse owner were bucking furiously on the long, hidden tool, and their steaming cunts were foaming with sexual excitement.
Sharri caught her hand moving toward her crotch and arrested that movement before anyone else noticed. The provocative young women finished their erotic performance quickly and then slid off the long pink plastic adult toy. They pulled their skirts down as they moved off the table, but did not replace their panties.
They smiled beautifully at the audience, paying particular attention to the young women as if assuring them that what they had just done was fully acceptable in the right company. Then they turned toward the far door through which they had entered, moved toward it, and quietly left the party.
Sharri looked around the room at the other guests, who were chatting and sipping their drinks as if nothing unusual had happened. It was as if the outlandish performance had been an apparition. She swallowed hard, and took a sip of her drink, trying not to look as if she did not belong there.
Two more girls entered, but these were not at all like the elegant young women who had just performed. These girls were somewhat more stocky, were well built, and were stark naked, with the exception of white high-heeled cowboy boots. They had large breasts, slender wastes, and flared hips, with large firm buttocks and well-developed legs with powerful thighs and calves.
Clearly, these two were into advanced body training. They had not gone to the point of developing excessive muscular bulk, but the level of their solid fitness exceeded the development of most women, with no sign of fat, just highly developed muscle. They showed particularly good development of their thighs and legs.
They both looked like they could handle both strength and endurance tests, and they also looked like they had explosive power in their legs. Curiously, the right leg of each of them appeared to be even more developed than the left. That was unusual, and she wondered how that could possibly occur.
Sharri noticed that their vulvas were more pronounced than she was used to seeing, with the raised V more extended, almost as if it had also been somehow developed through training. She blushed at the thought and dismissed it as ridiculous. Why in the world would a woman develop and build up her cunt muscle? And how could it possibly be done?
The two nude performers were fitted with leather harnesses that included a wide belt and over-the-shoulder straps. Four broad leather straps hung down from each of the nude girls’ belts, which were fitted on the end with snap-on fastening devices. One of these girls carried a monstrous three-foot-long dildo, which had a pair of chains attached to the middle and was much thicker than the one used by the industrialist’s lovely daughters.
“These are semi-professional competitors,” the man beside Sharri explained, “Mimi is the brunette, and Mitzi is the blonde.”
“Are those their real names?” Sharri asked.
“No, those are stage names, but they go by them all the time. Mimi has been at this for nearly a year, and Mitzi joined the sport about six months ago. They work out at a special gym, and they compete on the circuit, in the gambling establishments I mentioned earlier. It’s called the Kick League, and you will see why when they get into position.”
As he spoke a man brought a piece of carpeting into the room, and he unrolled it on the top of the table.
“These girls are used to working on carpet, where they can get some grip. This is not designed to be an intimate contact sport, such as the form you saw with our host’s daughters. It takes full advantage of the hard-driving pounding to the cunt, as you will see, but with no intimate contact. It is purely competitive, with each girl going for the win, to cause her opponent to cry for her to stop.
“Just like boxing, the object of this erotic sport is to hurt the opponent, but in this case, it is specific to the vagina. The equipment is designed to hurt the girls without danger of doing any lasting damage. Their cunts, and in particular their uteruses are capable of taking a terrific pounding! Watch them get ready.”
“I was right!” Sharri thought to herself.
It was like something out of a wet dream, it was so bizarre. These girls had altered their bodies through extensive training to prepare for this sport. Obviously, it was truly a serious sport after all. She guessed she had never heard of it because it was so outlandish.
The naked women willingly performed by humping each other on a big dildo as some bizarre form of competition! She had never imagined anything so outrageous, and now she was about to witness it as a demonstration. The two nudes had laid themselves in position, greased the ends of the monstrous dildo, and with a great deal of effort they inserted the blunt ends of the obscene object into their eager cunts.
When they forced the ends of the device to the full depth of their wombs, they then brought together the straps from their harnesses and clipped them together. This kept them on the dildo, as there was not enough slack in the straps for either of them to back her sex organ off the device.
Sharri noticed for the first time that the straps were equipped with handles, which allowed the women to pull their opponent further onto the dildo, but by doing so, it was clear they would also pull themselves onto the other end of the devious device with equal force and impact. What a terrible trade-off!
Now the major difference between this Kick League sport and the more intimate form the sisters had performed became obvious. First of all, there was no possibility of intimate contact. The dildo was far too long! It was clear these two naked girls were not going to kiss with their vagina lips.
There was no way their cunts could come anywhere near each other on that huge device. The right boot of each girl was fitted with a stirrup, which was clipped onto one of the two chains attached to the dildo. By kicking, the girl would actually pound the dildo into the cunt of her opponent, battering her uterus.
It was incredible. As the host singled them to start with a blast on his whistle, Sharri’s hand moved unnoticed to the hem of her skirt, lifted it, and rubbed against her moist panties. Mimi and Mitzi grabbed the handles on the straps, braced themselves, and alternately kicked with their right legs.
The chain from their stirrup to the dildo was snapped tight, and the big ramrod was hammered into the depths of the opponent’s cunt. Each girl made a bursting squeal as she kicked, which was just like the sound made by a professional female tennis player serving. Their kick was into the air, but it jerked the chain attached to the giant dildo, jerking it deep into the cunt of her opponent.
There was a wet squishing sound of the ramrod driving deep into the naked bitch’s cunt, and then, just like an echo, the girl absorbing the kick inside her cunt and getting her uterus brutally hammered would involuntarily cry out as the blow hit her. Without hesitation, she would reciprocate in kind.
“They have to trade kicks evenly, alternating for the first fifty kicks, taking and giving twenty-five each” the man explained to Sharri, “Then a whistle signals that it is a free-for-all. That ensures the contest will go on for long enough for them to soften each other up. Once they are loosened up, the kicks have a much greater effect on their cunts. I hope you’ll excuse me, and not mind me using the old Anglo-Saxon term?”
“Oh, no, go ahead,” Sharri said, embarrassed again, “That’s what it is, isn’t it? After all, we’ve all got them, all females, anyway,” She blushed again, “You know what I mean.”
“Exactly so. Anyway, when the opponent’s cunt has loosened up, the kicks have their best effect. It usually takes ten to fifteen kicks to get them properly warmed up, so they can’t grip the shaft as well. That’s when they really start to feel it!”
“But you keep them going alternating for fifty kicks? Isn’t that pushing it pretty far?
“Well, yes and no. The girls who compete all seem to love it. No winner will be declared until the free-for-all starts. Otherwise, the jackrabbit kicker gets her opponent on the defensive and gets her screaming for relief right off the start, bounding the shit out of her opponent’s uterus.
“If one quits too soon, there would be little time for the audience to get into it, and to see just how many hard kicks a girl’s cunt can really endure. That would take a lot of the fun out of the event! We believe that, above all else, sports have to be fun! Within a few competitions, the girls are all permanently spayed from the abuse.”
“This is so exciting!” Sharri said, “I’ve never dreamed of anything like it!”
“The girls love it!” he continued, “They would also not have as much enjoyment if the round were too short. They really get off from having their pussies stuffed and hammered into submission, with a cheering audience watching. Believe it or not, losing is just as much a kick as winning in this amazing sport!
“When the winner of this demonstration contest is decided, there will be a chance for volunteers to try the more intimate version,” the man said, “These girls will be at it for a while. Why don’t you consider giving it a try sometime? The boss’s daughters love it, as you saw!”
“I could never do that!” Sharri said.
She watched as the two nude girls battered each other, alternately hammering each other’s cunt, and screamed their response. The screams were getting sharper, and the kicks seemed to be getting harder.
“These are pro’s,” the man explained, “They have been doing this for some time. They train for this at a gym, and have toughened up their cunt muscles. What they are doing now is softening each other up. The serious kicking and screaming will come when their endurance gripping that shaft up their cunts eases.”
The women’s vaginas were loosening up, and at the same time becoming much moister. The steady tempo of the three sounds was mesmerizing. Grunt and sigh, accompanied by the sharp snap of the chain on its hook; squish as the ramrod drove home into the opponent’s moist cunt; followed immediately by squeal as the recipient reacted to the painful hammering deep in her womb.
Sharri sat watching for a few minutes more, mesmerized by the rhythmic beating the two women were deliberately giving and receiving, and then she got up, nudging Andra as a signal to join her. Andra was so enthralled with the obscene action she almost missed the cue, but she looked up as Sharri gave her a nod, and she joined her in a trip to the powder room.
Inside the roomy private bathroom, she raised her eyebrows and let out a big sigh. She was tempted by the thought of trying the remarkably exhibitionist sport. She had never thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but the demonstrations she had just seen were so exciting she was wondering if she had the nerve to try it, in front of the host and all these rich strangers.
“Do you want to do this?” she said.
“It’s really perverse, isn’t it!” Andra replied.
“I can’t believe those girls! They’re hurting each other, right in their pussies!” Sharri said, “It’s unbelievable they’d do that!”
“And those rich girls! The sisters!” Andra added, “They really got off on doing that!”
“So are those naked girls out there, the pros,” Sharri observed, “This is something these naked ladies really enjoy! How can they? It’s so outrageous!”
“They’re really driving it into each other. And with all those people watching!” said Andra, “I just can’t believe it!”
“Should we try it?”
“It looks like it really hurts!”
“They just want us to try the gentler one the host’s daughters used. They liked it.”
“Nobody here knows us!”
“It’s really, really perverse!”
“Only if they ask us to!”
“I think they’re going to. The guy beside me asked if I’d like to try it.”
“So did the guy beside me!”
“They really think its okay! I think its exciting!”
“Do you think we should?”
“I don’t know. It’s really degenerate, I mean totally obscene! But the people here are so classy.”
“Ya!” Andra agreed. That was by no means a condemnation of the perverted sport. It did look like a lot of fun, and the guys said it was really popular, even in gambling dens.
They went back into the main room, and the nude girls on the table were still jerking on the straps kicking as hard as they could, and screaming at the painful results. It was also clear that they were both enjoying the bizarre competition. Andra and Sharri were surprised women could actually enjoy taking such powerful kicks to their genitals, even with people watching them.
The two performers were clearly so emotionally enraptured by the sexual violence they were perpetrating on the other, or by the monstrous kick-fucking they were taking from the monster dildo, they were oblivious to the audience. They guessed the rush of exhibitionism was just icing on the cake, elevating their euphoria at the grossly amplified and distorted sex act in which they engaged with such obvious lust.
Suddenly a whistle blew, and the naked competitors went crazy, kicking as rapidly as they could, like wild fucking jackrabbits, jerking on the strap handles to enforce their kicks, and to try for an advantageous position. This was what all of the earlier kicking had been about; setting up the opponent for this onslaught of rapid driving blows.
Each girl got as good as she received. That was the payoff. This was all out of aggressive competition. There was nothing intimate in what they saw of that profane struggle on the coffee table. Both competitors were attempting to force the other into submission by battering her cunt beyond what she could endure. It was awesome and somehow inspiring to see two well-built young women being so competitive with each other.
This obscene demonstration was more sexually stimulating than anything either girl had ever seen before. For the first time, Sharri understood what men saw in a boxing match, a sport in which the object was to give the opponent a concussion. She had first thought of boxing as barbaric, and her opinion had not changed.
Maybe it was the raw sexual violence of the quest to dominate that she found so highly erotic. These girls were punishing each other in a way that the female body was not intended to be punished. The people who had devised this incredible sport had found a remarkable new and exciting use for the female reproductive organs.
This sport combined the best of human dimensions. It satisfied the sexual drives that are triggered by the sight of female nudity, it provided a release of aggressive instincts through the violence of the act, it allowed the participants to extend and test their ability to give and take punishment, and it provided gratification that comes from gambling on the outcome.
It was totally feminine, it was highly sexual in nature, it was brutal, it was outrageous, it was violent, it was easy to fix the outcome, and it was totally illegal. It was, in short, all of the things that made a sporting idea become great. Sharri’s eyes shone with excitement as she saw what was really going on top of that table. Now she understood what was in it for these shameless exhibitionists.
Even as they screamed with each powerful blow, she recognized they were screams of ecstasy. Each of the naked contestants was getting a monster power-fuck from that incredible dildo, driven by the force of her opponents’ powerful kicks. There was no intimacy in what she was witnessing. What she saw was raw, violent sex. It was pure sexual gratification that drew these girls into the bizarre sport, and it was the promise of more and more and more that kept them there.
To be continued?