Cupeesha is the young neighbor who found out that Rashel had been dominating the local pussy fights for the past two years, having never lost and only being taken to the limit once or twice by a couple of other hairy pussy neighbors from up the street. Cupeesha was intrigued and made her challenge. Rashel of course, confident in her ability to control her orgasms (better than the other Maple Street ladies anyway) was intrigued. She licked her lips at the idea of grinding groins with the youngest foe she'd had yet. She was eager to maintain her status as the top pussy fighter on their street. A date was set. The event, like so many of the earlier neighborhood contests would take place at a backyard pool party event. The couples descended onto the property and enjoyed the social event of the month. Husbands, wives, neighbors all were keyed up at the battle they all knew was cumming. The lazy hot Saturday afternoon found them imbibing in spirits and every conversation invariably ended up a discussion of what might happen when the two combatants met at 5:00.
The pussy fuck fight would take place in a small cushioned mattress "ring" specially made for the event. Betting was hot and heavy, and by the time five o'clock rolled around over $5000 had been wagered. Rashel was used to being a very heavy betting favorite, so she was surprised when the bettors had Cupeesha at nearly even odds. The rules were simple. This would be a marathon pussy battle, submission or unconsciousness would be the only options for ending the match. They would grind and fuck their hairy cxnts, forcing as many orgasms as possible from their opponent, with fitness, stamina, and orgasm control all coming into play.
As usually happened at these neighborhood events, when it was time for the battle to commence, the erotic atmosphere was so intense that the spectators found themselves in heightened states of arousal, which often became overwhelming and the bathing suits disappeared and solo and mutual fondling was the norm. The ladies, who had been kept apart, finally made their appearance to the crowd's cheers. Parading around the ring to raucus cheers the ladies libidos were ready. They stepped into the ring, arranged themselves into a scissoring position, and waited for the signal to commence. The signal came and the fight commenced. Who would you be betting on?
