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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LADIES’ SPORT 3
Published: 03.11.2023
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 3
CHAPTER THREE
“You’re going to have to loosen yourselves up before you can properly mount this thing, because it is meant to fit only when you are very excited, sexually stimulated, if you know what I mean.” He handed the girls a normal-sized double dildo like the one the others were now enjoying, but just for warmup.
He turned to adjust the straps and harness on the Kick League outfit while Sharri and Andra got themselves into position and mounted the smaller but exciting dildo. They got down onto the leather deck, lay on their sides, and with mounting pleasure at the chance to pleasure each other in public, They thrust the ends into their cunts. They rode it, each getting a kick out of the public demonstration of gross exhibitionism.
“It is big enough to fill you when you are loose and aroused, so you will stay on it better, and be less likely to be injured by some unfortunate accident. You can take a much better kicking when you are fully packed! That means it is much too big to take in when your pussy is not loosened up and flexible!”
They had blushed at his direct language, but they obediently lifted their hips, positioned the warm-up instrument, and then gradually moved their crotches toward each other, providing enough pressure to gradually drive the dildo deeper into their female holes. This was fantastic. They both felt in control, neither manipulated nor subservient to the other.
Andra remembered that it was just like at the party, she was fucking the other girl, and getting a powerful fucking herself, but was not being fucked. At least not by a man, who would just be using her body to masturbate, like a fuck doll. If there were going to be no intimacy in sex, she would rather feel in control.
Even if she were to lose, she would be able to identify with the rush her opponent had in defeating her. That was a strange feeling. It was what she found so attractive about this obscene sport. Andra had grasped Sharri’s wrists, and they ground their hips together, driving the dildo deeper than it would naturally go.
She could feel it pushing against the back end of her vaginal sheath, against that thick pad that housed her cervix, the entry to her uterus. The probing end of the shaft felt more invasive, more demanding than she remembered at the party. There had been too many new sensations for her to notice everything, but this pressing of the dildo felt more filling and exciting than she remembered.
She was just warming to it when Mr. Bazooka instructed them to get off each other and prepare for the kick device. The idea was so inviting that she did not object to the interruption. She and Sharri had got into the harness and had then resumed their positions on the tabletop. She remembered they had hesitated with the intimidating size of the big kick dildo, but the daughters of the industrialist had reassured them and helped them open their vaginas to the imposing device.
Mr. Bazooka had them squirm on the big shaft once it was fully implanted in their sex organs. He told them to twist and work it in as deeply as they could, as it would go easier for them. Both girls had been surprised at how far the device moved after they were convinced it had filled them completely.
When they had worked it in deeply, and discovered the amount of mobility they had while impaled on the big shaft, Mr. Bazooka connected their straps to hold them in place and had them take hold of the strap handles. When they had tugged on the straps to pull themselves tightly together, their organs were still more than eighteen inches apart.
As they lay there, with their cunts pulled as far onto the shaft as they would go, he fitted their right feet into the stirrups, attached by the short chains to the middle of the shaft. He had told them to tighten the chains, pushing the device as hard as they could without kicking. The trainer had let them mount the big kick device but had stopped short of letting them kick each other with it.
He had explained that as true novices at the fights, they had to get themselves kicked for the first time. It was something like being a virgin, the audience liked it better that way. Instead, he had them grasp the handles on the straps, and pull at each other, as they had on the more traditional double dildo.
They were getting the feel of the thing, so they could handle it when they were released into the ring at the gambling hall. Andra thought it felt great to have the pressure of the stout shaft applied so firmly to the back of her stuffed cunt, and she was tempted to kick, just to see what it felt like, but there was no way she wanted to put at risk her amateur novice status.
As Andra was remembering the thrill of lying on the training pad harnessed into the bizarre device, the man who had brought her to the green room entered, this time followed by Sharri. They smiled and waved at each other, but said nothing. There was nothing to say. They had been so bold as to commit to this enticingly outrageous sport and yet were not yet completely sure what they had committed to.
Sharri had almost not come tonight, she was so unsure, but the drive was too strong, and now here she was. At this stage, it would be almost impossible to back out, as they were to perform in public. She saw how nervous Andra looked, and wondered if she looked as uncertain. Before she had time to think too much about it, the man smacked Sherri on the ass and told them to get ready.
“The girls here will help you. It’s just like you did at the training session. Just don’t forget to warm yourselves up good.”
He left, and the other girls, the professionals, smiled knowingly.
“He ain’t just kidding!” said Nancy, ”You gotta warm your pussies up good, or you’ll never get yourselves on that big ramrod, ‘specially the first time! You can use these spare lockers for your clothes.”
“We have to undress before we go out there?” Sharri asked.
She had found it much easier getting undressed before strangers than she had expected but was not sure she could handle walking into a room full of people she had never met while bucking naked.
“Go ahead, it ain’t that tough,” one of the other girls said, “Remember, they got nothing to do here tonight if you don’t do your thing! You’re the one that makes the difference, so just get into the harness, and walk right out there as if you’re in charge!”
That made the two new participants feel a bit better, and they disrobed. Nancy got the two pairs of harnesses straightened out, and within minutes they had them strapped over their shoulders and around their waists. The professionals made sure the belts were fastened extra tight, and the pressure surprised both novices.
This equipment was a little different than what they had trained in so briefly that evening two nights ago. The big kick dildo was already on the stage, waiting for them. They were fitted with stirrup-like cuffs as they were being prepared in the green room. Nancy told them the chains on the dildo had clips that would be fitted onto the cuffs when they were in position.
“Novices all have to work the game in bare feet, Nancy explained. We get to wear spike-heeled boots because they’re so sexy to look at, but those are too dangerous for novices to wear. You might kick your opponent, and that could get nasty, ‘especially if she tries to kick you back! You two gotta go out there into the ring as naked as the day you were born!”
Sharri and Andra were advised by the other, more experienced women, to masturbate to loosen up their cunts. They hesitated, embarrassed at the immodest suggestion. It had been one thing to writhe on their backs on the table tops in mutual ecstasy, but quite another to just play with themselves with their hands, with others watching.
“Common, honey,” Nancy said, “You don’t wanna get out there and find yourself so dry you can’t even load the weapon! They don’t use a toy dildo for these kickmatches, you know! Even for the training sessions, they don’t use nothin’ like the big babies, of the size all the serious gamblers insist on!”
Sharri and Andra put their hands over their naked organs and began gingerly massaging their clits.
“Come on, sugar, you can do better than that!” one of the others said, “There ain’t no time for no foreplay, you gotta get it on with yourself, them gamblers are ready and waitin’ to see you do your nasty sex trick out there!”
The girls looked at each other. They suddenly wondered what they had got themselves into. These professionals did not treat the sport with the romantic respect they had imagined. They talked about the event almost as if it were a business. They rubbed their dry pussies with more passion, only because of the humiliating encouragement of these low-class women. Nancy and one of the others tightened the belts another notch.
“You don’t want these slipping when you’ve finished the compulsory set, and the free-for-all starts,” Nancy said, “That’s when you can get yourselves hurt if the equipment isn’t right!”
“How do we know when to start?” Sharri asked.
“The referee will stand behind one of you when he blows the whistle. If you can see him, you get the first kick! If you can’t see him, you’ll know when you’ve been kicked, so you just kick back. Don’t kick ’til you’re good and ready, ’cause you gotta take turns. Brace your cunt when you see a kick coming, ‘else it’ll hurt like hell!”
The girls were so excited they were hardly listening, but he continued with his instructions as if they were important to the two novices.
“You keep taking turns until you hear the whistle. Most of the girls count because it helps them endure the kicking, but they lose count after the first ten or so anyway, so you might as well just listen for the whistle. When it blows, you can give her shit, no holds barred, until she cries stop twelve times! The ref’ll let you know when she’s done twelve screams. And if you give up, remember you don’t get to kick anymore. If you do, next time they’ll line you up with a grand champ and you’ll be ‘way out-classed! Those professional grand champ bitches can kick your cunt to hell and back before you can even cock your leg! So don’t cheat! Good luck!”
The door was opened, and they were pushed out into the gambling room by the other girls. Their faces were flushed with embarrassment and excitement as they stood naked before all of these strangers. The room was full of gamblers, and they were surprised that several of them were women.
They were surprised to see all of the gamblers dressed as if they were out for a night at the opera. This was no ordinary gambling den. It was a first-class facility, with only first-class clientele. Both of the girls were impressed at the opulence and class of both the establishment and its guests.
Clearly, the gamblers were also impressed. They applauded the two well-built novice nudes as they made their way between roulette tables and card tables to the raised platform in the center of the room. The tables were all closed, as the feature gaming of the evening was about to begin.
The referee stood on the raised platform. He was a real stud, wearing only tight leather pants and black boots. The bulge of his erect penis was clearly visible on the highly polished leather of his indecent pants.
He also wore a white collar and a black tie. On his wrists were white cuffs.
No shirt, just the collar and cuffs. He wore them proudly, and his pride was well justified. He had an immaculately developed body, with a slim waist, and full muscle toning on his back, stomach, and chest. He was a real hunk, and the girls were suitably impressed. This was the guy who was in charge of their fight.
Sharri was surprised to see that the surface of the platform on which they would perform was padded leather. The demonstration they had seen was on glass and the training they had done was on carpet. The crowd of gamblers gave them a very narrow passage as they moved toward the ring. Sharri was glad to feel the warmth in the room. She knew that she would be less likely to shiver from nervousness if the room was warm.
The girls climbed up a carpeted stairway to the tiny ring, and bending open the ropes, stepped in. Sharri realized that she was flashing her naked pussy and anus as she climbed in, but these people were going to get a good look at her anyway well before the obscene event they would be performing in was over.
She had spent last evening getting herself ready and had carefully shaved the sides of her vulva and the hollow around her rectum so that she wouldn’t look gross when she performed. It was the way the girls in the men’s magazines groomed themselves for their photo sessions, and she wanted to look as attractive as possible.
She noticed that Andra had done the same. They really did think alike.
The dildo lying on the leather matt startled them. It lay at the referee’s feet, on display for the admiring gamblers. The ends that would be inserted in their cunts were more than three inches across! This was an impressive instrument! Regardless of how it went, they were both going to get hammered tonight!
As they had been instructed to do, the girls postured and posed for the gamblers, showing their physiques to their best advantage. Although they were not real bodybuilders, they had both worked out regularly at the fitness center and were in good shape. By making a fist and bending her arm in the traditional way, Sharri was able to raise the biceps and triceps on her arms.
Andra threw back her buttocks and strained her legs, showing muscle development and her kicking power. Then she astounded Sharri when she spread her legs, bent her knees, and raised up onto her tiptoes to show the development of her gorgeous legs. She did not have the bulk of a bodybuilder, but she showed she also did not have the fat that most girls her age carried.
The muscles were well defined when she strained them, and revealed she would have good kicking power for a novice. Sharri mimicked Andra and got onto her tiptoes, then strutted around the platform to display her great legs. The audience applauded the two gutsy ladies for their shameless exhibitionism.
Although this kind of posturing and strutting was expected of the professionals, it was rare and refreshing to see such a fine pair of big-breasted young novices behaving like a pair of wanton harlots at their first show. The betting was on, to see if either of them would spread open her vagina for them before she started to mount the device.
It was no contest. When Andra got her fingers into her cunt and pulled her most private organ wide open for the strangers, Sharri quickly followed her degenerate example. If they were going to get a full-time job, they would have to be as daring as they could be. It wasn’t too awful to do to get the job. After all, it wasn’t as if these were people who knew them.
The presence of the wealthy industrialist who owned the private club, and the encouragement from his beautiful daughters, who stood right outside the ring, was reassuring. It told them that their behavior was not only completely acceptable by these people, but that it was expected, to make the evening’s entertainment more exciting.
The powerful man had given them this big break, something neither of them would have dreamed possible just a few days ago, and they wanted desperately to prove their worth. The referee told them it was time to begin, and both of them got down onto the leather mat.
There was no way to be modest or to hide their most private charms, but the girls were so excited at being able to participate in the bizarre sport that their modesty took a back seat to their daring and sense of adventure. They were surprised to see how well their bare flesh gripped the polished leather; they had thought they would slide on it.
As long as the shiny calf hide remained dry, it gave good purchase to their backs, buttocks, and arms. The referee handed each of them a warm-up dildo, the kind they had used at the party after the horse races. After moistening the ends with their vaginal moisture, they got it into each other and pressed their hips toward each other.
Now that they were in the ring in front of all these strangers, they also had to loosen each other up on the smaller device. The kick dildo was much too large to mount just with a couple of minutes of masturbation. Their pussies would have to be wet and loose to ever get over the ends of that big cunt-stuffer.
Sharri’s eyes roamed those of the spectators who were so close to the small ring. Her eyes froze when they locked on those of a man that reminded her of her father, and suddenly she was terribly ashamed, lying naked in front of all these strangers, here to perform an obscene act for their enjoyment. She wasn’t that kind of girl; she had been brought up to be decent.
The gentleman who resembled her father was looking straight at her, no more than four feet away. He looked so familiar he might have been a neighbor. His face was one she recognized, but she couldn’t think of a name of where she’d have seen him before. Suddenly he spoke.
“Give her hell, baby!” he said, “I’ve got a hundred riding on you!”
She blanched, then her face turned red. This was humiliating. She was no more than those racehorses she had watched, controlled by men as they gave their all for the sport of it. She felt like the shameless nude strippers she had watched at that party with her friends, the girls who proved to be dirty whores.
She was being treated like a piece of meat because that was all she meant to these people. She felt her embarrassment turning to anger. The respect that had been showing them on that first night, after the races, was now missing. These people were not of the same class as those who had been at that after-party when they had been introduced to this sport.
These were rough, crude gamblers, and had no sense of her as a feeling woman. Now that she was naked and in the ring, she was no more to them than a horse or a greyhound at the track. She would show them. They wanted to see how a piece of female sex meat behaved, she would show them.
Sharri grabbed at Andra’s wrists with all her might and felt Andra respond. She pulled with all her might, driving herself onto the warm-up dildo, and at the same time driving it deep into her beautiful opponent. It was a rush to give and take with all of their energy. It was actually liberating.
She could feel that Andra was going through the same thing she was, as she felt her friend giving extra effort to her wilful participation. It was much too late to back out of their commitment. If they were going to do this at all, they were going to put their hearts into it and make it a real show.
They ground their hips together, pulling each other onto the double-ended rubber cock, enduring the discomfort of over-insertion for the thrill of sheer sexual exhibitionism. Their cuntlips were soon mashed against each other as they bucked their hips and squirmed, pulling each other unmercifully onto the stout artificial cock.
At last, they got themselves lathered up sufficiently, and the referee broke their concentration with a blast of his whistle, interrupting their sex sport, and instructed them to dismount the dildo in order to get onto the larger fight device. It was time for their first big event! Sharri and Andra pulled off the pink play-dildo, and Sharri lifted it to show the attentive crowd the ample female moisture that coated it.
They were both ready, and the flared lips of their aroused sex organs were visibly gaping, eager to take in the larger serious sports device. They required extensive use of their fingers to get the broad ends of the kick instrument into their warmed-up cunts, and the crowd of gamblers found their efforts to be highly entertaining.
Sharri was glad she had warmed herself up with masturbation earlier in the green room, because the device in the ring was larger than she had remembered at the demonstration she had seen, and it seemed to be larger than the practice device she and Andra had tried during their evening of training.
She stretched her cunt with her fingers until it felt like the edges were a hard ridge, then she slid that ridge over the smooth end of the shaft, and it was in. Andra had a tighter hole and had more difficulty in getting her organ stretched over the end of the shaft, but once it was seated, she grabbed Sharri’s wrists and they pulled each other into the device until the ends were fully implanted inside them. When they were fully stuffed, they brought the ends of their harness straps together, and clipped them into place, holding each other in position on the post.
The referee took Andra’s right ankle and fitted her cuff to the end of the short chain on the post. Then he got Sharri’s right ankle cuff attached to the other chain. They both watched the referee, cocked their legs, ready to kick, and the girls were at last ready to begin the exciting and outrageous competition.
The referee circled the naked women and then came to a stop behind Andra. Sharri realized she would get in the first kick, and she cocked her leg, ready to send out a powerful blast to her friend’s stuffed cunt. Andra was so excited she lost bladder control and shot a stream of her amber piss jetting at Sharri’s raised leg, soaking the tensed limb with the warm liquid.
The gamblers laughed, amused at the obvious excitement of the beautiful novices. This kind of erotic accident usually happened with the first-timers, and the audience enjoyed it. Although not sanctioned by the establishment, many of the gamblers placed side pee-bets on whether it would happen, and if so, which girl would spray the other.
These were seasoned gamblers, with years of experience in this private sport, and most of them had identified Andra as a pisser moments after she entered the ring. It wasn’t so much her look as in the way she moved. They had watched girls like these so often that a few of them could tell a girl likely to piss as soon as she was through the ropes.
The referee’s whistle blasted, and Sharri straightened her leg, kicking downward as hard as she could. Andra screamed at the shock of the blow. It was so hard that it surprised her. She had braced her tummy in an attempt to tighten her cunt’s grip on the large dildo, but it was not enough to prevent the broad end of the weapon from hammering against her uterus. She lay there gasping, hurting but happy she had survived the blow.
“Kick!” everyone shouted.
With a start, Andra remembered that she had to return the blow. She had been so focused on taking the first kick that she had momentarily forgotten the sequence. This was not rocket science, but with the pressure of performing nude in front of all these people, and then taking punishment as well, she was just for that moment confused.
She raised her leg and released so quickly that Sharri did not have a chance to brace herself. She took the blow straight on, with the hammering weapon slamming hard against the back wall of her jammed cunt. Her reflexes made her legs straighten, so she was not in a position to get in another fast kick.
Sharri realized this flaw in her technique and quickly planned how she might be ready after being kicked, to get in a hard and fast reply. She kicked again on the weapon, then rapidly raised her legs so that she could keep them from straightening with the next kick delivered to her. It took four seconds, but the next blow came from Andra. With her legs raised, the huge dildo had a different position in her cunt, and it rasped against the upper wall with extra force.
Sharri’s legs jerked in a spasm when the blow hit, and they straightened as she had feared they would, but in doing so sent a vicious kick to the womb of her opponent. The return blow was so fast that it caught Andra completely off guard, and its effect rippled rapidly up through her torso, causing her big bound tits to wobble uncontrollably.
Andra was startled that her friend would deliberately try to get her a dirty blow like that. This damned big dildo being kicked into the womb was serious enough, without your best friend trying to punish you with an unexpected kick. Sharri was fighting dirty, and she wasn’t going to let the bitch get away with it.
Even if they were friends, fighting dirty was not part of the plan, and she was going to see that Sharri paid for her dirty tricks. That last kick had really hurt, because she was not braced for it. She waited and waited, knowing Sharri could not kick her again until she had delivered the next blow to the cheating bitch.
She shifted her position, causing Sharri to shift also, knowing that as she moved, she could not effectively protect against a hard kick. As soon as her friend moved, Andra let go, kicking as hard as she could. Sharri screamed as the blow drove the dildo deep into her cunt, hammering the back so hard that she felt the shock wave flap her tongue.
This weapon could really hit hard. She made eye contact with Andra, and they glared at each other, then both laughed. They were doing the same thing. And both were enjoying it. This sport was so dirty it was really exciting. The audience had seen many novice fights before and expected most of the tricks these two pulled.
It was standard to see innovative moves because the procurers of new female fighters always targeted girls of better than average intelligence as well as fitness and beauty to take part in this illegal underground sport. For some reason, the brighter ladies were more easily attracted to and hooked on the unusual kind of sexual gratification the brutal sport brought.
Looking Andra straight in the eye, Sharri gave her best friend a hard kick, and instantly it was returned. She kicked again, and the return shot was harder. She put her head back and kicked as hard as she could, and received a stunning jolt back for her effort. It hurt like hell, but it was equally stimulating.
She knew she was giving Andra’s cunt equal value for each punishing blow she received. She was also getting enormously sexually aroused. This was truly a sex sport, not just for the gamblers, who got to ogle beautiful young naked women power-fucking each other’s cunt. It was such a rush for the participants that she wondered why it had never been done before.
With each pounding blow, Sherri’s body quaked. She was being struck at her sexual center. The sensation was so compelling that the audience was a blur, but the men and women watching the sport from outside the tiny ring were pressing on her attention, as both girls were focused on the fact that this was a licentious performance.
The two naked cunts in the ring were violently and mercilessly fucking each other That very fact was what made it so outrageous. It also kept them competitive as they hammered each other. The shameful sport would be quite different if the girls were doing this in the privacy of their own bedroom.
First of all, Sherri would never do it alone and in private, because that would be too intimate, like a lesbian affair, making it with another woman, and both she and her friend were straight. And yet here they both were, performing in this disgraceful sport, buck naked, in front of all these strangers. It was the competition that she found so attractive.
Underlying all of that was a deep-rooted desire to hurt her opponent. Why else would she kick so hard? Andra was hurting her, and she was doing it back. This was female macho stuff, each trying to prove she could give and take better than the other. And it was safe to do, non-confrontational because although she was strapped to her opponent, they were not facing each other. It even seemed somehow to be quite impersonal.
This was quite different from standing up and taking turns slapping each others’ faces like she had done with a girl she hated when she was in grade five. All the kids in school had known they planned to have a face-slapping contest behind the community hall and had shown up to back one girl or the other.
They had stripped to the waist, which was no problem, because they were only eleven years old, and had no breast development. It had ended with both girls crying, their tears streaming down over red and swelling cheeks, neither willing to give in. The youngsters did not have the endurance to keep the fight up long, and within twenty minutes they both quit from sheer exhaustion.
Both girls had nose bleeds, and the next day would have black eyes to show for their efforts. They had hated each other for the rest of their school days but lost touch when the other girl’s parents moved away. That was a good thing because their hatred for each other was affecting both girls’ marks.
Two years later, when they were all thirteen and most of the girls had developed great boobies, the boys had talked two other girls who were in Sharri’s class to have a tit-slapping contest behind the same hall, Even kids from other grades came to watch this one. It had been much more brutal because at thirteen the girls were bigger and stronger.
Both had similar-sized breasts, but they were of quite different shapes. The redhead had wide-spread beet-shaped breasts that pointed out toward the sides. By the time she was fifteen, they would develop into the largest, heaviest chest-melons in school. The blonde had a pair of little boobies more the shape of saucers.
They were flatter, with a broader base, although both sets of titties were still quite firm. These two girls were approached for the fight by the boys because they were both well-developed for their age. Both girls were athletic, both played on the school basketball team, and they were strong enough to be quite capable of hurting each other.
Unlike the naive face-slapping contest, rules were set for this girl fight. They had brought along their boyfriends, and each boy held the other’s girl by the hips so that their bared breasts would be properly presented for hitting. The two combatants stripped down to their panties, then they stood facing each other, two feet apart.
They exchanged insults, swore at each other, and then the fight was on. Each girl got four shots at the other’s titties before she was held to receive slaps to her own small breasts. They had to use the flat of their hands to slap the other girl’s freshly sprouted mammaries, but it only took a few moments for scratch marks to show up from carefully controlled follow-through.
Fists were illegal, but that rule was abandoned after fifteen minutes of exchanging punishing slaps to the breasts and insults brought about no resolution nor closer. These juveniles had not thought through how the fight would end, and because of that, the girls had to endure incredible agony as they continued to batter each other’s tits.
Finally, the blonde’s boyfriend jerked the redhead away as she was hammering his screaming girlfriend’s right breast so severely that it had swollen to nearly twice the size of her left tit. He explained simply that he didn’t want his girlfriend messing with trash like that. That was when the redhead kicked at the blonde’s crotch.
Because she was being moved aside, the fiery bitch’s foot came up into the crotch of her own boyfriend, who was holding the blonde. The kick was so devastating he fell, grasping his testicles, and rolled in agony. He was still down when Sharri stepped in, stripped of everything, including her panties, and said she’d take on the redhead.
The kids watching roared with approval. This was getting hot! Reaching forward, she grabbed the waistband of the redhead’s panties, and jerking them down to the bitch’s knees, pulled them forward so hard the young bitch’s knees buckled and she sat down hard. She hit the ground with her back vertically, and damaged her tailbone. Struggling to get up, she pulled the panties off, so when she stood the thirteen-year-old girls were naked.
She liked what the blonde had attempted, and she immediately kicked her right foot up between the redhead’s spread thighs. The top of her foot made a smacking contact with the wet cunt, prepared for the huge dildo, not a swift kick by a fast-flying foot, well-aimed to slam the fuck shaft back into the youngster’s uterus, which would reverberate the organs in her slender torso.
Nobody had predicted where this fight between the young girls would go. Having started as a booby-slapping contest, it had quickly deteriorated and changed course several times. There were no rules for the unpredictable. Girls this age were entirely unpredictable, and Sharri’s entrance into the contest was completely unexpected.
She grabbed her shocked opponent’s flesh melons, already turned red from the pounding they’d taken, and squeezing with her powerful fingers, twisted them as hard as she could, bringing no resistance, but producing incredibly shrill screams from the redhead. As the girl sagged with her knees spread, she again kicked the presented cunt hard.
That was it. Sharri was done. She had made her point and entertained their classmates with full nudity, and an effective show of her latent aggression. the girls dressed, and Sharri wondered ever since if the blonde’s guy had ever got to use those big rocks of his, or if the damage that kick had done was permanent.
She was surprised that she remembered that now, as she lay in the ring in the posh gambling establishment, exchanging violent kicks to the cunt with her best friend. She had no idea what she couldn’t see, but it felt as if her vagina were swelling up, gripping the shaft even tighter with each blow.
To be continued?