Celebrity Sexfight League, Week 3, Group C: Team Crush (DoubleJ) vs Team #BritishInvasion (j.dog)Team Crush, Team #BritishInvasion, The Referees (Ronda Rousey, Jeri Ryan, Jennifer Lawrence)It's an excited, eager, crowd who are returning to their seats after the intermission following the first two of four (4) matches on tap for this evening. If what happened in the first two is an indication of what's to come, these fans have every right to be excited looking forward to what's to come.
First are the women of Team #BritishInvasion, pornstar Michelle Barrett, actress Emilia Clarke, and Emilia's 'Game of Thrones' costar, red-haired Sophie Turner. Turner's had harsh words about "the tarts" on the opposing team, and there's a vocal contingent of fans here looking forward to watching Ms. Turner eat her words... and other things! As the British bombshells shake hands with the referees, the ring announcer introduces their opponents...
Team Crush comes striding down the aisle shoulder to shoulder. From left to right, Kendra Wilkinson, Emma Watson and pornstar Lonnie Waters. They're quite a contrast with busty blondes Wilkinson and Waters bookending the less well endowed Emilia Clarke, who looks smug and confident.
Team Crush is the ONLY team who didn't name a captain but rotate the duties. Tonight it's Kendra Wilkinson. How they choose isn't important... and Kendra chose herself to face Emilia Clarke. It's a clever, but risky, move. If she succeeds, eliminating their captain would be a devastating psychological blow and put the feistiest 'face' of the team out of the match. By putting Clarke first, #BritishInvasion is leading off with (if tabloids are believed) their least experienced sexfighter, a woman whose done the most to raise the ire of Team Crush with intemperate prefight remark that make Turner's 'tart' remark tame by comparison!
Referees Ronda Rousey, Jeri Ryan and Jennifer Lawrence had checked out Team #BritishInvasion as Team Crush was introduced and has completed their 'complete and thorough' check of every possible place an illegal object or substance could be concealed. Now Team Crush gets an equally intrusive, 'closeup and personal' looking over and then the refs take their positions. Lawrence in the ring; Rousey in the Crush corner; and Ryan with #BritishInvasion. The 'outside' referees will take members of the opposite team as they're eliminated to secure them so they can't interfere!
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Wilkinson and Clarke carefully circle warily, then lock up at center ring! It's clear one reason Clarke chose herself to face Kendra, both Wilkinson and Watson are shorter than Barrett, their third woman. Watson's sexfighting ability is unknown, whereas Wilkinson's "record" is filled with well-documented failure facing models who are effective at finding a rival's weakness and exploiting it. Hopefully, Clarke has "inside information" on Kendra that she didn't on Watson... and chosee accordingly.
Clarke, with her 'modest bosom' goes to Kendra's breasts and the size of the task she's facing is clear at once. Emilia's hands aren't big enough to encompass Kendra's huge breasts but Kendra easily handles Clarke's 'puppies' one in each clenched fist! They both start to squeeze... it appears Clarke is trying, but she's soon forced to her knees in tears as Wilkinson's claws dig into her tender flesh.
Kendra's an experienced 'model mauler' and she's showing the inexperienced actress how they do it in photo studios during 'breaks' for wardrobe changes when they 'sort one another out.' Clarke looking to tag herself out, but she's a long way from her corner and ? after seeing Kendra's claws, Turner's pale face is looking away, having an interest in the illuminated 'exit' sign over a fire door leading to the alley behind the arena.
Kendra puts Emilia on her back and mounts her, wedging her legs apart with her knees to begin her 'signature' move, the 'Glamour Girl Grind' as she rotates her pelvis on Emilia's groin with Clarke's legs trapped in a Grapevine. The move calls for strong legs and back to maintain, but powerful glutes give it unrelenting steady pressure as she rotates up and down, and side to side. The key to the move is using gravity to aid the 'Glamour Girl' whose weight is insubstantial compared to bigger models. Against Clarke, however, Kendra's lack of avoirdupois doesn't matter.
Throwing in a little 'nasty talk', some heated kissing and neck nuzzling, Kendra soon takes control of Clarke's lithe body. After several minutes, Emilia's flushed face, rapid breathing and slack, widespread, legs - and no signs of resistance - have Kendra's teammates Watson and Waters jumping up and down excitedly in 'Crush Corner!'
?Nunnnnnn....nooooooo......AAHHHHHHrrrrrggggg..... ohhhh shyte....? Emilia struggles against her bodies demand for release as long as she can before surrendering to give it up to Kendra Wilkinson with a loud, cry and a long, satisfying orgasm. Clarke lay still, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she sobbed, hands over her blushing face as Kendra posed over her for the cameras.
Referee Lawrence solicitously helps Emilia to her feet and supports her as she leads her to the Crush corner where a grinning Ronda Rousey takes over, pausing to slip Clarke's soaking wet lingerie off before handcuffing her to the post. Emma Watson hopped down to greet the tearful actress, and even was kind enough to rub Emilia's pussy for her, getting her hand nice and wet to RUB ON EMILIA'S FACE!
?Game of Throne's ain't crap!? Emma told her.
?Lickin' this offa my 'and's all you're good for without your stupid CGI dragon!? Rousey shoves Emma back and wraps her arms protectively around Clarke, consoling her - at the same time helping herself to the brunette's naked body.
Kendra struts around during the break while #BritishInvasion tries to decide who get to face Kendra... their 'brain trust' Clarke is hanging by her wrists in their opponents corner and humping Ronda Rousey's thigh!
Sophie Turner puts down 'paper' but Michelle Barrett drops 'scissors' and Turner ?wins? the right to face Kendra who's still aroused from grinding on Clarke! Turner has a height advantage and hopes - like the models who've dominated Wilkinson - that will be an advantage because Sophie hasn't any sexfighting experience - except what little she'd picked up in their first match! She learned one thing seeing Emilia ground into the canvas; she doesn't want to be on her back with Kendra shoving her boobs in her face! She saw how it bothered Emilia and she can't risk a similar predicament!
Sophie out keeping her distance, wondering if her little pink bikini will be any protection against Kendra's sturdy looking lingerie. Kendra eager to get her hands on....and in.... the redhead, not wasting time trying to ?woo? Turner when she can just
SMACK her upside the head and get going!
Sophie shakes off the slap and takes a swipe at Wilkinson to answer, but Kendra's ready and ducks, then charges and drives her shoulder into Turner's belly.... hard!
?WHUUF!? Turner grunts as the breath leaves her and folds over Kendra's shoulder. She wraps her arms around Sophie's hips, digs her claws into the cheeks of her ass, lifts her off her feet and runs her back into the #BritishInvasion corner!
AARRRGHH! Sophie's back slams the turnbuckles, again winding her, the impact snaps her head back so hard she sees stars! She opens her eyes and blinks a few times, then shakes her head to clear it. She straightens up to see Kendra dancing away waving two pieces of pink cloth....
?OH SHYTE!? Sophie yelps, looking down to realize with a sinking feeling her pink bikini had disappeared while she'd been slumped on the ropes; apparently a lot more dazed than she knew.
?How the...?? she shook off the thought, How didn't matter... what mattered was the big disadvantage she faced - fighting naked against a tough blonde in her lingerie.
Kendra tossed Turner's bikini to Lonnie Waters who rubbed it in Emilia Clarke's face and taunted,
?Move over an' make room hon, Big Red's gonna join ya annnnny minute now!?Thinking fast, Sophie took a couple of steps out of the corner, spread her legs, put her hands on her hips, tossed her long red hair and told Kendra,
?If you're in such a rush, why not slip out of that little... thing...? she said, flipping her fingers at Kendra's lingerie,
?... and lets get busy. Time's precious and I have places to go after the match.?Wilkinson threw back her head and laughed.
?You mean, since I stripped you, why don't I take off my clothes and we make out?? Sophie nodded.
?OK, lay down while I get out of this,? Kendra offered, tugging at a shoulder strap. Sophie sat down, lay back and spread her legs, an enticing sight that made Kendra reconsider maybe she would go through with it. But she knew falling into Sophie's trap was a sucker play and pulled her strap back up, then dove on Turner before the redhead could react!
?HA-HA! GOTCHA!? Kendra exulted as she fell on Sophie, her knees hitting the mat between Turner's wide-open thighs, keeping the English Rose from closing them. Kendra was already rubbing herself up and down, grinding on Sophie while they were wrestling for control of each others hands and arms.
?Didn't your mother ever tell you to never trust a blonde?? Kendra chuckled as she began rotating her pelvis.
Looking at her corner where Rousey was spending 'quality time' with Emilia, Kendra called,
?Hey Rousey; get another set of handcuffs ready. I've got Red primed and ready for ya! Bwaah-hahahahahaha!?Sophie closed her eyes and 'thought of England' to occupy her mind and block out the grinding on her pussy. Kendra had Sophie's hands pinned leaving her no way to fight back with except her mind...and body.
?Ohhhhh Kendra,? Sophie sighed, undulating her body a little beneath the blonde's.
?If I'd known what this was like, I'd have started sexfighting years ago. Later...unnnhhh....cah...can I cum....come to your room. I need you to teach me tha.....uhhhhh... oh God!.... that move. It's wicked good.? Kendra smiled and increased her rubbing.
?Wh...wuh...where...ver did you learn to doOO... THAT!!!?? Sophie desperately needed to know.
?I'll give you anything...ANYTHING....if you teach me...tonight....in your room....just the two of us....?
?OH NOOooooooooooo........Nooh! Dammmmit noooooo.....? Just like that the match was tied 1-1 when Kendra exploded with a shocked cry of dismay that took everyone in the arena by surprise as well as those in both corners of the ring. The busty blonde slumped, her face between Sophie's breasts, her arms out to the sides as her trembling legs straightened and she slipped between Turner's spread legs to lay quaking and crying in frustration.
Slowly, Turner rolled the blonde off her her and crawled away, leaving Kendra for Lawrence to sort out and hand over to Ryan in the #BritishInvasion corner. Jeri, grinning like a kid at Christmas, felt hers would be lonely post, but now ? like Rousey ? she'd have someone to keep her hands busy for the rest of the match!
Sophie crawled to the #BritishInvasion corner where Michelle helped her to her feet. Sophie used her bikini top to wipe the moisture from the inside of her thighs. She wasn't sure how close she'd come to losing. Rousey reminded her she couldn't put her suit back on, so Sophie handed her the pink top and turned around as Jen Lawrence called the next Team Crush member.
Lonnie Waters left Emma Watson to keep Rousey and Clarke company while, ?I put that redhead bitch down.? Waters was certainly big enough to handle Turner, they were close in size and the only real advantage Waters had was that she had experience sexfighting and had paid attention to Turner's fight with Kendra. She saw how close Wilkinson had come. All she had to do was not make a foolish, ego-driven, mistake as Kendra's, and she'd have the next fall in the bag!
Sophie hadn't taken two steps before Lonnie Waters slammed into her chest-to-chest and shoved her back into her corner. She bellied up to Turner, grabbed her hair and forced her head back until the young redhead was staring up into the lights. Sophie closed her eyes but she couldn't see and had to judge what was happening by touch. She reached up and fumbled for a handful of Water's blond hair and began to pull, trying to get Lonnie to back up so she could lift her head.
But Lonnie Waters wasn't interested in a hair pulling contest, she had a better idea. When Sophie instinctively grabbed her hair, Lonnie was fixed on her next target ? Turner's 'sweet spot', the moist, slit between her legs. As Sophie went 'high', Lonnie went 'low', slapping her open hand between Turner's pale thighs and stabbing two fingers deep into Sophie's vagina!
With her two fingers anchoring her grip, Lonnie used her thumb to massage Sophie's clitoris, which was already engorged and swollen after Kendra's skillful massage minutes before. It didn't take much for Lonnie to work Sophie into a sexual lather ? the only question was, could Lonnie endure the pain of Sophie pulling her hair long enough. She gave Turner's hair a few tugs, twisting and jerking her head back and side-to-side to distract Sophie and encourage her to pull Lonnie's hair instead of defending herself!
Lonnie was surprised it took as long as it did, but in two minutes, Sophie released her hair to wrap her arms around Lonnie's shoulders, her face against Water's neck as Sophie climaxed in a shuddering, knee-buckling, orgasm that left Sophie too weak to stand. She just sat down on the middle turnbuckle and put her flushed face in her hands as tears ran down her cheeks. Lonnie released Sophie's hair and when she turned around she bumped into Lawrence who ? before Turner orgasmed ? moved in against Lonnie's back to watch over her shoulder.
Waters grabbed Lawrence's jaw, and when Jen opened her mouth to protest, Lonnie shoved her fingers in the young blondes mouth.
?Lick 'em clean. Bitch!? Waters growled, then smiled as Jen did as she was told, licking and slurping until Lonnie's fingers were clean. Lonnie patted Jen's red cheek and told her,
?THAT'S why there'll always be an England; don't they taste great??Lonnie watched as Lawrence led the dazed and dimly aware Turner to hand her to Rousey who took the naked redhead down the steps and cuffed her next to Clarke, then stood between them began to finger fuck both at the same time. The only fans in the arena who didn't envy Rousey were those who'd bet on #BritishInvasion...and maybe only half of those! While Ronda worked on the British losers, Ryan was making life fun for Kendra Wilkinson, easing the sting of defeat in a way only a woman who'd experienced losses herself could!
Emma gave Waters water to help revive her during the break before Lonnie went to face Michelle Barrett, England's last hope to stave off defeat! Lonnie Waters entered in better shape than the last two women who'd fought after winning; both Kendra and Sophie were already aroused when they met a second opponent. Turner hadn't (literally had NOT) laid a finger on Lonnie and, aside from being excited that she'd gotten Sophie off as fasteas she did, Waters was in good shape.
Michelle was excited by a chance to put Waters away, then to get her hands on Emma Watson - the English actress who declined an invitation from Team #BritishInvasion and turned her back on her motherland to enter partnered with two blonde California bimbos. Michelle would make make sure Emma regretted that!
Lonnie was confident facing Barrett, she was taller, heavier, and while less endowed, she was a blonde who grew up in Southern California. All the blondes had to learn how to sexfight in high school and, it'ssaid, ?South of Santa Rosa all the way to Tijuana, sexfighting is a rite of passage for our girls. Private schools teach it and at out state universities it's not only a requirement but the sororities have intramural leagues for it.?
Lonnie wasn't sure about England's 'public schools' but she'd read about them and was sure their competition wasn't close to what she'd faced in high school, let alone statewide! So she had a confident swagger as she closed within arms reach of her blond British counterpart. Michelle held up her hands for a Test of Strength and Lonnie grinned. Her height and weight were advantages over the Brit and she quickly moved to accept Michelle's offer. Lonnie raised her hands but as she did, Michelle dropped her hands and threw herself at the tall Californian, wrapping her arms around Lonnie's chest as she slamming her heavy 'hooters' into the surprised American's chest hard enough to take her breath away!
SMACK-SPLAT The the impact of four huge, heavy, breasts slamming together echoed in the hushed arena... followed by a gasp from the American hometown crowd... then seconds later an answering cheer rose from a smaller, Union Jack waving, contingent of local British ex-pats and recently arrived 'sexfight tour groupies' from overseas who ? English or not ? gave their full-throated support to ?the plucky lasses from back 'ome.?
Drawing strength from her fans, Lonnie dropped her arms down over Michelle's shoulders, putting the shorter Brit in a Bearhug. The tough little Brit began to twist and turn her torso; rubbing and scrubbing her hard nipples and firm, silicon-infused breasts, back and forth over the expanse of Lonnie's California sun tanned D-cups. Michelle could feel her nipples stiffen from the stimulation and tried to lift Lonnie's feet off the mat, but the British bitch anticipated her, and as she started to lift, Barrett's knee flew up between Waters' spread legs.
?UNNNGGGH!? Lonnie grunted when Michelle's knee pounded her groin and, and for a split second, Waters' Bearhug loosened enough for Michelle to slip down. She tightened her Bearhug, but by then, Michelle's face was now level with Lonnie's breasts!
?Yummy...? Lonnie heard just before a pair of soft, wet, lips closed over her left nipple. She could feel the rough tip of Michelle's tongue flicking, fluttering, teasing, taunting her sensitive nipple as it swirled over around the aroused nub. Michelle sucked it in and bit down! Lonnie cried out in shock and surprise even as a hot flush of arousal bloomed on her bosom. The California girl shook her head side-to-side, her long blond hair sweeping over her shoulders as she tried in vain to shake Michelle's puckered lips from her breast. But Barrett's Bearhug had Waters in a vice-like grip and Lonnie couldn't break it!
Michelle spend most of her adult life using her mouth to arouse women and confidently 'latched on' to Lonnie's 'mouth watering' breast. The California cutey wasn't going to pry her loose without putting in a lot of hard, sweaty, effort! And while Lonnie was concentrating on freeing her nipple from Michelle's talented tonguing, Barrett's thigh was rubbing Lonnie's pussy and could feel moisture on the gusset of Waters' bikini!
As soon as Michelle heard Lonnie moan, she switched her mouth from Waters' left nipple to the right. During the struggle Lonnie had twisted so her right breast was easily captured and again she bit to hold it while her rough tongue played! Lonnie's groan of frustration pleased Michelle as much as the moisture on her thigh when she pressed it on Waters' drooling groin.
Lonnie was frustrated by her inability to escape from the shorter blondes hold and realized if she didn't do something soon, she was going to be embarrassed in front of her fans. Reluctantly, Lonnie gave up on her Bearhug which she'd never been able to get low enough to constrict Michelle's chest, and instead reached up behind Michelle's head and gathered two handfuls of her blond hair in her fists; then she jerked back hard!
?OOOWWWWWW....STOP! STOP IT!? Michelle's teeth closed hard on Lonnie's nipple when Waters pulled her hair and she almost bit it off, which was why Lonnie had screamed! But instead of letting go, Michelle shook Lonnie's trapped tit like a dog with a chew toy, the soft flesh wobbling and jiggling side-to-side. Unable to stand the pain in her breast, Lonnie let go of Michelle's hair...hoping she'd reciprocate and release her nipple.
Michelle did, but immediately used the leg she had raised between Lonnie's thighs to hook her leg and trip her to the mat. Michelle landed on top of Lonnie, knocking the breath out of the weeping blonde! In an instant, Michelle had whisked Waters bikini bottom down around her thighs and stuffed three fingers in her wet pussy and her thumb jammed in Lonnie's asshole for good measure. Lonnie arched up with her hips, then started to frantically slap Michelle who just ducked and took it as she went to work!
After the 'prep work' it didn't take Michelle long to 'pop the cork' and as Lonnie exploded her pent-up feelings with a loud cry, the groans of disappointment from the pro-American crowd were far overshadowed by the exultant cries of joy from the outnumbered British fans who had (frankly) not been optimistic as the two women had squared off ten minutes earlier. Now, however, the possibility of a huge upset win by Team #BritishInvasion seemed not only possible, but (given Emma Watson's career of disappointing results in sexfights) very likely!
Michelle got to her feet, tugged at her lingerie to put it back in order, then posed for photos over Lonnie Waters' who lay panting and squirming on the canvas as the last residue of her humiliating defeat dribbled slowly down the crack of her ass to puddle on the mat between her quivering thighs.
Lawrence, her excited breathing rapid, her face flushed, took Lonnie's arm and pulled her to her feet, dragging the sobbing loser over to #BritishInvasion's corner where Ryan doesn't look at all disappointed to have her hands full with Wilkinson and now Waters. Jeri looks across the ring and winks at Ronda Rousey, who's barely paying attention, so busy is she 'entertaining' Clarke and Turner - neither of whom seemed to be aware of Michelle's huge victory - neither had looked up from the floor where Rousey kept them on all fours as she put them 'through their paces'!
Michelle helped herself to water during the break while Emma Watson checked information on her tablet, probably illustrated instructions on how to find Barrett's g-spot or other erogenous areas. Then Emma grits her teeth and climbs through the ropes to walk out and meet her fate.
Barrett licked her lips, eager to put Emma Watson to shame for abandoning her homeland to consort with a team of California blond bimbos. Michelle lunged, but Emma nimbly side-stepped and as the blonde missed, Watson tripped her, sending Michelle sprawling on her big bosom. As Barrett skidded on the canvas, her bikini top slid down to her waist. She got up, bend over to lower her 'hangers' into their cups but Emma ran up behind her and Drop Kicked Michelle headfirst out through the ropes onto the hard cement arena floor!
Michelle lay stunned at Ryan's feet as she ogled the exposed bust of the young blonde. Lawrence leaned over the top rope, her short skirt riding up bare the globes of her fine bottom, and asked Ryan, ?She alright??
Ryan poked Michelle with her toe, got no response, looked up and saw Watson was peeking over Lawrence's shoulder, a hand on Jen's butt, and shrugged. ?She's not moving, but still breathing.?
Lawrence, realizing someone was fondling her butt slapped Watson's hand away and told the young brunette, ?Looks like now would be a good time to go down there and go to work. Or would you rather stay here and grope my ass?? Emma hesitated, seemingly weighing the risk of leaving the ring to approach Michelle Barrett... who could wake up any moment in a rage; versus the pleasure of staying in the safety of the ring playing with Jennifer Lawrence's readily available ass. After some thought, Emma left the ring and started down the steps.
Emma had learned several things on the 'Harry Potter' set shooting the series of films. And while sexfighting techniques had NOT been part of her newly acquired skill set, stripping and bondage were two things she'd (sadly for the most part) gained quite a bit of experience in. So the first thing Emma did was finish removing Michelle's top, and use it to securely bind her hands behind her back. The second thing she did was remove Barrett's bikini bottom, and the third was to pick Michelle up and fold her headfirst over the retaining fence separating the spectators from the ring.
While Emma used Michelle's bikini bottom to tie her ankles to the metal fencing, she invited several women in the front row to, ?Come over here and help yourselves to her boobs. They're quite spectacular. I think you'll enjoy them.? By the time she'd finished ripping Michelle's bottom apart and tying her ankles to the railing, two women were fondling Michelle's breasts and a third was kissing her.
Emma, stepped behind Michelle, to finger fuck the dazed and immobilized woman while she chatted with the woman, answering questions about film and telling stories about fights with her co-stars (Bonnie Wright and Evanna Lynch) during 'Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallows'. As she regaled them with tales, she diddled Barrett's tail with her left index finger and used two fingers of her right hand to pump her pussy. Michelle's protests were unintelligible due to the woman kissing her had her tongue halfway down Barrett's throat!
As the women massaging, tweaking and fondling Michelle's breasts, they were helping Emma push Michelle closer to an orgasm. Then Jeri Ryan gave Michelle's ass a couple of SMACKs with her vibrating nightstick and Barrett exploded in a sizzling orgasm that made all three women recoil in shock, then they started to clap and jump around screaming with joy. Watson, with a slight assist from her fans, had pulled off an upset. She was more delighted when all three asked her for her autograph as Ryan was untying Barrett and Rousey brought Kendra and Lonnie to join their teammate for the obligatory ?slave parade? through the crowd, then up the aisle to Team Crush's locker room where the ritual ?postfight party? would begin. Ryan and Lawrence declined Emma's invitation to join them, but Rousey accepted ?eagerly? - she'd clearly not gotten enough of Kendra of whom she seemed fond.
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In the aftermath of their ?crushing? defeat, Team Crush called a press conference the next day to announce they were replacing Watson with Fergie - who'll join them as a third California blond! The move came too late to help #BritishInvasion, but knowing their 'turncoat' countrywoman paid for her disloyalty with her job may provide some consolation.
Team Crush hopes Fergie's arrival will breathe life into them at a time they need it. With their record level at 1-1, they'll have one chance in their last match to qualify for the knockout round... or face elimination!
Team Crush wins, 3-2
Team #BritishInvasion loses 2-3
Crush's 3 orgasms were taken by: (Kendra Wilkinson 1, Lonnie Waters 1, Emma Watson 1)
#BritishInvasion's 2 orgasms were taken by: (Sophie Turner 1, Lonnie Waters 1)
Stats added
Team Crush
Win(s): 1
Loss(es): 0
Orgasms given up: 2
Orgasms taken: 3
Team #BritishInvasion
Win(s): 0
Loss(es): 1
Orgasms given up: 3
Orgasms taken: 2