By popular request. Will be updated with each chapter as more characters are introduced
If I had to cast this saga as a movie the following roles would be played by:
Allison Heut = Natalia Mars
Madison Koufax = Courtney Trouble
Kaylee Parker = Karly Baker
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The following story takes place in an alternative history. All STDs were cured in the 90s and rampant population growth is controlled by year-long birth control for both sexes that's administered every time you renew your ID. Most sexual taboos are no longer a moral battlefront save for bestiality and pedophilia and sex in general is seen more as entertainment or a sport, rather than something connected specifically to love or mating. Sexfighting, where two individuals competitively try to make each other orgasm, is wildly popular. To participate in Sexfighting, one must get their Consent License through a series of classes and health screenings. This particular story follows nineteen year old transgirl Allison Heut. Allison is a young dickgirl aspiring to be a champion sexfighter.
Her parents are out of town for the next few weeks and she just got her Consent License.
Her first match was against her amiable ex-girlfriend, Suze. Alli won, but only barely.
Later she would discover that her friendly neighbor and lifetime crush Mrs. Madison Koufax was none other than 1988 World Champion, The Crimson Queen.
Last night Allison asked Madison if she would be her sexfighting coach.
This is the morning after.
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Before anything else was the feeling of sheets alien to her bed.
Allison was not in her bed. She was in Mrs. K's bed.
Gradually, her memory of last evening returned.
It was oodles to process.
Alli had asked her neighbor/life-long crush/idol to train her as a sexfighter. Resultantly Mrs. Koufax, mother of three and former Pro-Fuck Mega League World Champion, put her to the test.
"Ooooh no..." Allison groaned, briefly trying to smother herself to death with a pillow.
It didn't seem like it went that well considering she passed out from cumming harder than she ever had in her entire life so far. More so, she had made a complete fool of herself with that ridiculous 'cowgirl' schtick she tried to pass off as an archetype. Hindsight wasn't just 20/20--it was utterly humiliating. Harrowing. Dreamcrushing. There was no way Mrs. K would want to train her... except maybe out of pity? The thought of that was even worse. Trying to fuse her face with this pillow was only helping subvert these feelings slightly.
Wiping her eyes and sitting up, the sniffling girl looked around the room trying to get her bearings. If she could just jump out the window, crawl back to her house and hide forever, everything would be okay. Instead, she found her dress folded over at the foot of the bed and went to put it on.
It was time to face the music.
An angelic-sounding "La da dee la dee da~ La da dee la dee da~" could be heard hummed from downstairs. The already fragile-feeling failure at the top of the stairs hesitated and lingered a moment longer. The neurotic Ms. Heut thought again about jumping out one of the second floor windows to avoid this conversation completely but was interrupted by her own memories bubbling back up as she noticed the ruffled patches of carpet along the stairs. Mental snapshots of the oral-centric ascension up them would gradually coax her to continue back down them.
"Morning there, Princess."
Madison Koufax looked back, having heard the familiar squeak of her home's bottom step.
"Almost done with breakfast. Have a seat."
Wordlessly, Allison complied, afraid to open her mouth but nervous that if she didn't say something soon Mrs. K would be able to hear the hammering pound of her heart. Luckily, the robe-adorned hostess filled in the gap after checking the cinnamon buns baking away in the oven(while also managing to give Allison a peek of her robe roding up just a little above the tops of the backs of her lusciously lurid thighs).
"Your cellphone is changing on the counter by the way-- poor Kaylee drained it calling you nonstop this morning. I let her know you're alright though."
"Thanks... sorry about that."
Madison turned from the stove top to look over at the visibly bothered Heut girl.
"It's fine. Sorry I might have pushed you too hard last night. You really went down for the count, Princess," Mrs. K smiled and sauntered over, collecting her arms around Alli's head and bundling her face to press against her silk framed cleavage.
Allison was paralyzed from the affectionate embrace and doubly so from being smothered by the universe's most sensual and sexy bosom. The poor girl was already flush and breathing hotly as she struggled between an anxious breakdown and humping her chair.
"I also took the liberty of calling your mother. I just wanted to make sure it was okay with her if we went forward."
Allison gasped, eyes wide and shiny with excitement as Mrs. K seemed to confirm her wildest dream come true.
"WHAT DID SHE SAY!?"
Madison smiled and let her robe slip some quite a bit, exposing much more than just 'some cleavage'.
"You start this morning," she stated plainly, fingers combing through Allison's hair as her new protegee lost herself in celebrating this life-changing occasion by squealing through a flurry of thankful kisses all over Mrs. Koufax's bare chest, her neighbor/life-long crush/idol and now her coach.
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Admittedly, Allison told herself, she could have been a little more prepared.
This was proved by the vivid ruby grapefruit color her freckled skin glowed on what felt like her 1,000,020th lap.
It was actually the 10th.
For their first session, Mrs. Koufax was having Allison run laps. Naked except for her sneakers. Seemingly forever. It wasn't even noon yet.
It began okay. They were using the track at the local rec center so it was fairly private on a weekday morning like this. Even if it was a bit more public, Alli seemed rather comfortable dashing around in nothing but her pink Reebok Classics. That was until the fourth lap. Comfort was giving way to obvious fatigue.
Sweat rolled off her like she was melting.
Coach Madison watched all the while, dark ruby shades and fluorescent blue windbreaker giving her the appearance of a gym teacher right out of your wildest, wettest dreams. Madison certainly wasn't oblivious to this fact, smirking as she caught her young ward obviously ogling her zipped-down cleavage with each pass.
It became especially adorable when Allison was barely managing a staggered jog, raggedly panting but still managed find her gaze sweeping across Madison's front.
Seeing her pretty pink boner slap her tummy near-constantly in stride was also way cute.
"Oh wow! How many more does she have to go?" A gingerly chirpy Kaylee "Trigger" Parker asked as she trotted up to Mrs. Koufax from the side entrance.
"She's about there." Madison surmised, eyes watching the shuddering gait of Alli's heavily labored jogging. She was barely able to hold up her arms at this point to help alleviate the heave of her unfettered breasts
"Goody. Just wanted to stop by and see how training was going. Brought her favorite kind of Gatorade too." Kay mentioned, giving the glistening green bottle a showing thrust outward.
"Ms. Parker. Isn't that just the sweetest of you. Alli really is lu... oh~- excuse me for just a moment. Looks like our girl is about ready for her next lesson." Madison interrupted herself, beginning to advance towards the strawberry pink Allison as she noticed the aspirant brunette dickgirl slump into a clumsy lurch.
"Ohhhh Sweeetie~! Just look at you! All tuckered out..."
Allison's mind had long since been reduced to a tired but stubborn mess of determination.
Her body meanwhile did not have the same luxury of escaping the physicality of this situation through some zen from of exhaustion and arousal. Instead, it gradually was giving out on her until finally she faltered into an out-of-breath crawl on all fours.
Before she got too far, Madison leaned over and grabbed her--quite literally-- by the balls.
"Do you know what happens to pretty things like you when they get tuckered out in a sexfight?"
Madison began to answer her own question, palm grinding hard against the underside of Allison's sprung-up shaft. Allison was just thrilled that Mrs. K had called her 'pretty'.