Battling Girlfriends 6
by juslooking9000@live.com
It had been a magnificent spectacle. A dazzling fight. The ravishing Chinese fiancée against the sexy Hong Kong interloper for mastery of his cock. It was raw. It was vicious. It was animalistic. They fought like cave women guided only by their primal need to outfuck and outfight their sexual rival. It ended with a quivering loser carried out on a stretcher and a proud winner raw-fucking him for the benefit of a wanton crowd.
Li Song fucked the triumphant succubus hard, rewarding her with his seed. The need to claim his cum now sated, the “victress” tumbled sideways, wailing and trembling. The price of victory had been a heavy one. She was taken on a stretcher, hardly better off than the woman she had just overcome.
And yet the titanic struggle had solved nothing. One woman had claimed his seed, but the other had won the catfight. Claiming duels demanded superiority to be proven both in lovemaking prowess and catfight dominance. It was a bitter draw that could not stand. The wanton crowd started making plans to attend the inevitable rematch between the battered sex kittens.
Li Song showered, wiping off the oil and sex juices that had accumulated during the depraved showdown. He recalled the lurid yet primal battle over his cock, how the rival mounds slammed over and over again until one claimed his seed. His manhood grew hard once again, hungry to be pleased, eager to see the feisty oriental harpies go at it one more time.
He made his way towards Elodie Fan’s room. The college ex-girlfriend seemed a reinvigorated woman, far from the sorry lump that had to be carried out on a stretcher two hours ago. Such was the potency of the wonder drugs available in the island. The naked Hong Kong nymph hugged him, her abused tits rubbing against his shirt as she brought him to her bed. She was eager for his manly touch, for reassurance that her crusade against the obstinate fiancée was worth the terrible cost.
He gave it his best, pleasing her sore pussy with his tongue and fingers, railing the moaning Hong Kong sex kitten against the wall. Soon the battered Elodie showered him with promises of another vicious struggle; to tear the unworthy girlfriend bald, to destroy Malaysian-Chinese airhead as proof of her love. Yet even in this most blissful of states he could not help but to notice that the Hong Kong coquette was hurt. The painkillers were potent, but not miracle cures; and the effects would wear off in 5 hours time.
He then went to see his girlfriend of three years. Lily Chen was bare and scratched, yet yearning for his virile presence. His fiancée moaned loudly, the mattress shaking as he thrusted his cock into her moist pussy. It was hard to believe that a few hours ago she couldn’t walk out the ring by herself.
Lily was disappointed, her fantasy of having Li Song propose to her after vanquishing her sexual rival in a queen of the cock duel ruined. The Hong Kong bitch might have proven stronger than expected, but Lily assured her future husband that she would triumph in the end. Elodie Fan would be destroyed, just all the others who had questioned Lily’s ownership of his cock. Lily would get her wedding ring.
So it was that the Chinese stallion found himself back at the arena. He was again naked, sitting on one corner of the small 2x2 boxing ring where he was to be fought over once again until one woman drained his cum and then proceeded to defeat her sexual rival for good.
“Nothing beats a rematch” so did the widespread belief go. Rematches are the most attended events in duel islands, the allure of two jealous women going at it in another nasty showdown enough to bring people who might otherwise tire of the steady stream of girl-on-girl violence.
The doors opened, revealing a smiling Elodie Fan sporting a tiny black swimsuit that barely covered her pussy and black heels. The Hong Kong succubus had left her massive boobs hanging out in the open. The heavily scratched melons wiggled and bobbed as Elodie sashayed down the ramp, unchastened by the punishing battering they received recently. The Oriental vixen raised her black boxing gloves, strutting about the ring as her supporters cheered her on.
Reaching the end of the ramp, Elodie passed the ropes and entered the small ring. She sat on Li Song’s lap, her tongue wrestling against his. Her cheek, still bearing traces of Lily’s vicious bite from last time, rubbed against his as she cooed how she’d ruin the Chinese bimbo.
Then the doors on the opposite side opened, revealing the exotic Lily Chen prancing down the ramp on. Topless, the Chinese fiancée was clad in only on a flimsy black thong, garter belt, black heels and black boxing gloves. Her scarred mammaries jiggled proudly, daring the impertinent ex-girlfriend to do her worst.
-“Lao gong(my husband)”-wooed the Chinese vixen, sitting on Li Song’s lap. She let her long hair fall on his shoulders, her eyes fixed on the ring wrapped around his neck. By the end of this ordeal it’d on her finger.
Lily would drag the Hong Kong ragdoll by the tits for everyone to see, then force her vanquished nemesis to witness as Li Song proposed on his knees. She could already imagine herself walking down the aisle in a fancy wedding dress, bringing the tattered remains of Elodie’s slutty swimsuit as proof of her zeal for him.
But she’d have fight for that future. The sexy Lily dropped on her knees, nesting her head between her boyfriend’s legs. The Asian vixen locked eyes with the woman who would love nothing but to deny her his love.
-“Chinese shabi (stupid cxnt)”-said the jealous Elodie before she started worshipping Li Song’s cock.
-“Hong Kong jianhuo (slut)”-jeered Lily before her tongue landed on Li Song’s dick, aggressively pushing itself deeper into his crotch to cover more terrain. Soon her sensory organ was met with resistance, a rival tongue which would not cede an inch of his cock. The rival girls moaned, each wrapping her arms around Li Song’s legs to give herself a stronger foundation from which to contest ownership of his cock.
-“Cheap cocksucker”-panted Elodie. The horny girls butted foreheads, trying to use their leverage to push the other woman out. Soon their statuesque bodies were covered with a light sheen of perspiration as they continued this titanic struggle.
-“Good, good my whores”-Li Song moaned, patting both girls that revered his cock. It was sensual yet furious. Erotic yet nasty. After a few minutes of eager cock-sucking he suddenly groaned, his manhood exploding in semen. The cum-thirsty goddesses hissed and snarled as they greedily gobbled up his jizz. This was the 6th time he had cummed in the last 5 hours.
He slumped against the corner, his eyes resting on their lovely forms. They were full of scratches, their delectable melons swollen from the punishment received a few hours ago. Their hair density was thinner, product of the vicious hairpulling, and even the miracle drugs could not hide the occasional limping or wincing as they moved about. And despite all of it, here they were, ready to battle it out for his love once again.
With the preliminaries out of the way, each girl stood up and pulled back. This was to be a claiming foxy boxing match. The goal was to claim the man’s seed and then to physically defeat the other woman. The only rules where not to knock the other woman unconscious before claiming the man and to fight as dirty as needed to win.
The battered combatants rushed into each other the moment the bell rang. Lily sent a straight hook into Elodie’s cheeks, wiping off the traces of cum still on the wench’s face. Lily moved forward only for Elodie to roar, tackling the Chinese harlot against the ropes. Lily moaned, feeling the Hong Kong whore pummelling her flat stomach.
Lily gritted her teeth, frantically contesting every blow with a counter-punch. The jealous succubuses grunted, rolling on the ropes as they slugged it out in an intimate clinch while their inflamed tits rubbed like sand-paper against each other. Lily sent a couple of hooks on her attacker’s body, but the Hong Kong bombshell wouldn’t budge. Lily changed tactics, bear hugging Elodie and then sinking her pearly white teeth on her neck. Elodie shrieked, dragging the Chinese piranha as she staggered onto the other side of the ropes.
Taking advantage of the situation, Lily went after Elodie’s bare tits, landing a couple of cheap shots that caused Elodie’s boobs to jiggle all over the place.
-“Fuck you, and your attempt to steal my ma…argh”-cried Lily, her mouth making a big silent “O” as her pussy exploded in pain. Elodie had played dirty, landing a sneaky cxnt attack. Lily limped, her hands covering her pussy only to lose balance when Elodie kicked her knee.
The aching Lily tried to rally, only for the Hong Kong pretender to stomp her against the corner. She shrieked, doubling over when Elodie’s heel sank against her belly once again. Lily wrapped her arms around herself, trying to protect herself from the savage beating.
-“Yes.. chou biaozi (stinking whore) …*kick*…I want your man…*kick*…and I’m gonna…*kick* get him…and everyone here…*kick* will watch me…*kick* fuck him”-taunted the Hong Kong charmtress, capping the savage beating by digging her stiletto into Lily’s tit flesh and twisting her heel for maximum pain.
Elodie raised her arms for the benefit of the baying crowd, swaying her hips as she made her ways towards Li Song. The Hong Kong bachelorette sat on his lap, moaning his name as he railed her. Her tits shook under his virile pumping, the sloshing sounds drowned by the excited crowd chanting her name.
A minute passed before the perspiring Elodie yelped, feeling Li Song pulling her hair up, presenting her with the sight of a recovering Lily. He said –“Fuck her up. Banish her from my bed”
-“Yes my dear”-panted the Hong Kong hottie, reluctantly giving up his warm embrace and walking towards the recovering Lily.
Lily saw Elodie getting up and coming at her. Thinking quickly, the Chinese belle kicked Elodie’s shin, causing Elodie to lose her balance. The Chinese siren saw her chance, jumping on top of the Hong Kong skank. The sexual rivals frenetically trashed on the floor, trading slaps as each sought to pin the other woman down. At times Elodie almost managed to pin Lily down only for the zealous fiancée to wriggle free.
The struggling belligerents landed right before Li Song’s knees. Lily managed to stay on top, this time pinning the Hong Kong tart. Raising her gloves, Lily hammered the insolent slut under her.
Elodie put her arms up, blocking most of the incoming hits as she bucked like a wild bronco. She pushed herself up, shoving the Chinese tormetress out. Quickly getting on their knees, the battling wenches went for a mutual bear hug when they felt Li Song jerking them away from each other by their tresses.
Soon they found themselves nested in between his toned legs. They were crammed together, with barely any room to move between his thighs, his hands pulling them towards his cock. His intent was clear: He wanted them to fight right then and there, his cock mere centimetres away from their faces. Lily accepted gladly accepted his wish: her duty as girlfriend and future wife commanded her so.
To be continued...
