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 a Ms. Madison Koufax who readers of my Allison series might recognize as the former World Champion, The Crimson Queen. This is much before that time.
The next chapter of the Allison series will be coming out soon, but I'm hoping this might tide over some the more anxious fans and provide some titillating backstory to our main character's prospective mentor.
Enjoy!
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"AAAHhh AAHAHHH! MMM BABY! I DONT KNOW MUCH LONGER I CAN LAST! OOOoooFUCK! SHE'S TOO GOOD!"
Maddie Koufax grinned against the puffy waxed pussy she was currently tongue-deep in, thighs closing tighter around the male half of this couple's handsome face. He'd only hear muffled cries of his lover as she started to writhe and pulse her hips against Maddie's otherworldly lips.
"Shhh~ It's okay. He's about to pop too~" Maddie assured her, returning quick to suck hard on her clit while the fist she had wrapt around the boyfriend's sunscreen-slathered fuckpole pumped faster and faster up and down just under the throbbing plum-colored head of it.
The admirably daring couple ended up crying out in ecstasy together along with the chirping of their CL bands, creating a shared chorus of forced bliss... not to mention quite the mess. Luckily, the freshly disqualified pair were more than eager to clean up after themselves with the helpful guidance of Maddie's fists holding each of them by the hair and directing them lap away over her jizz-slicked front.
They were not the first to try and team up on her. In fact, just the other night she had knocked out four fellas that generously tried to gangbang her to her first cum of the entire Prix.
All they ended up doing was cumming themselves out of the game and then proceeded to be used as a big cuddly mattress for her to rest a while on.
Of the original fifty, the spunky twenty-something sexfighter was now one of remaining six that still hadn't fumbled a single engagement of three they could 'lose' before getting disqualified. On top of that, there were still at least another dozen or so left that were either one down or one away. Was it so bad that she wish she had more opponents to lustfully reap? The giant prize pool and bye into the Rose Cup were certainly nice, but validation was the real pudding she was after.
The last year had been a ravenous marathon of training. Her naturally endless ardor and instinctual sensuality made her a natural, but Madison craved to be more than just competitive indulgence. She wanted to be the best at the thing she loved the most— Sex.
In this moment, strutting along the tide-damp surf while nude, soaking wet and sunkissed all over, she felt like the most dangerous beast on this picturesque island.
She was the alpha predator here, the others were the prey.
Speaking of which... in the distance she saw what appeared to be another successful 'hunt' as some big hunky bear of a stud was pounding away at something cute.
Unable to resist, she led herself closer. As she did, she began to notice some interesting details.
The pretty thing's hair was a lovely bright pink that matched her pretty little nipples and even the wagged mace-ball tip of her twitching prick.
"MMMNNN!! GIVE IT TO ME!" She howled, gripping tight to a coconut tree and jamming her backside down onto the fuzzy guy's lewd stump, gobbling up into her butt with seemingly reckless abandon.
It didn't take much longer before the dickgirl had him leaning, pinning her to the tree in a sloppy attempt to regain control.
