Southern Valley Sexfight High 5: Infighting

I was stuck on this one for a while, not sure where to take it. I realized that's probably not a good sign and had other ideas so made it a bit more brisk. Actually covered more things than I expected and fleshed out Fak vs Sok a bit more. I got to describing the girls for the upcoming art and remembered how fun they were, so hit this hard today.

Most of the Bootey students didn't bother sticking around for the rest of the Southern Valley tournament (a couple were turned on enough that they didn't feel like leaving yet). They had made their point and obliterated the neighboring school, leaving just their local talent to go through the rest of the games. Miss Climex was overseeing things, but was mostly just beaming proudly while Miss Feschel continued to call the actual matches.

"Annie! Juanita! You're up next!" Annie smiled over at her roommate as she went out to the mats, but Juanita barely stood up before she wiggled her hips out of her thong.

"You okay there, Nita?" Annie asked as she walked backwards to watch her without slowing down.

"Totally. But if I'm gonna lose to the best, I'm gonna have fun with it." She threw her underwear at Annie with a giggle before skipping out to the mats, her infamous booty bouncing after her.

"I didn't say I'm the best," Annie grumbled as she took up her position. Still, when Feschel blew her whistle, Annie went in to grab at her bottomless teammate. Juanita managed to push her hands away from her breasts as she retreated, and after some frantic grabbing and groping Annie managed to catch one of her thighs and flip her onto her back. Annie held onto her leg and straddled her in a scissoring position, letting the audience see how quickly she was getting turned on as Juanita curled her toes and bit her lip. Juanita snaked her hands up Annie's shirt to twist her nipples but it wasn't enough to turn the tides. Once Annie shifted to try to evade her titty torture, that allowed Juanita to grab her by the ankles and push her off balance. Annie landed flat on her back and Juanita turned around to plant her juicy ass against the crotch of her panties, effectively twerking her naked booty on her lap as the audience hooted and cheered. Juanita's soft cheeks kept bumping Annie's crotch as if they were seeking out her clit through her panties.

It was a good offensive but Annie grabbed her cheeks in two plump handfuls. It didn't stop her entirely but Annie stuffed her thumb up Juanita's ass to get her to stop suddenly. She let out another needy moan but Annie grabbed her around the legs to hold her on top of her. She pulled Juanita to sit on her stomach instead of her crotch and slid two of her smaller fingers into her slit from behind, catching the bootylicious teammate in a classic shocker hold. Juanita nearly fell over as she went to all fours, losing control and the match as Annie worked both of her holes as once. Her two fingers kept grazing along her clit until Juanita let out a stammering moan and bucked her hips, squirting over Annie's stomach.

"Point! Match goes to Annie!"

Juanita let herself crumble to the mats with a big sigh. "Worth it!" she declared loudly, getting a laugh from the audience before Annie helped pull her back to her feet.

"Told ya," Juanita said as she picked up her thong on their way back to the bench. "You're the best."

"I'm not the best. You're just a major butt slut," Annie snickered, patting her on the ass as they returned to their seats.

"Alright! Let's keep it moving. Amanda and Suk. You're up!" The blonde Texan raised her eyebrows at the Chinese twin as they wandered out to the mats.

"Don't go takin' it as me wantin' to join y'all, but I was lookin' forward to takin' one somebody from the club," Amanda admitted, adjusting her sports bra casually as she rolled out her shoulder.

"Glad to see you didn't expect much from those Bootey girls either," Suk chuckled as she took up a marital arts stance (hands leveled at chest and hip height with her palms open and fingers ready). Annie chuckled at her approach. Suk didn't know anything about actual marital arts, but she imagined a casual observer might fall for the ruse. Once the whistle blew, Suk abandoned the pretense and rushed in with her usual blitzing technique. It caught Manda off guard well enough, tackling the blonde cowgirl to the mats with a groping pounce. Suk was smaller than Amanda on all fronts but she used that to her advantage by looping her legs around the blonde's breasts. She squeezed them in a leg scissor to try and keep her down, but she couldn't secure Amanda's arm before it stuffed its way down Suk's panties. She started rapidly fingering Suk to cut off her offense, bypassing her attack to go right for the gold.

Suk forced herself to retreat, trying to regroup but Amanda tackled her right down herself. Her escape was cut off as the bustier girl crawled on top of her and caught her wrists, pinning them above Suk's head. The Chinese girl kicked and squirmed but Amanda had her sex pin locked on. She pushed her breasts into Suk's face to keep her blinded and winded while she rubbed her knee into her crotch. Suk was already wet from the fingering, the wet spot growing wider against Amanda's thigh as she crudely but simply kept her pinned down by her hands and breasts. "Come on, girl. Say g'night and let mama put ya ta bed," Amanda grunted as she worked her over.

Suk tried to nibble and suck at her nipples while she was stuck under her, but she was too late to come back from the pin. Suk's sudden shudder and buck of her hips was subtle but Mrs. Feschel still blew her whistle.

"Point goes to Amanda!" Feschel declared, getting another burst of cheers as Amanda got to her knees and wiped some sweat from her forehead. She tugged at her bra again before the girls started back towards the bench. Annie gave Amanda a curious glance, mostly at the damp little circles at the front of her sports bra.

"So you're a real cowgirl, huh? Lucky you." Annie asked. Manda saw where she was looking and let out a nervous laugh.

"It's not as lucky as ya think. It's more a pain than it is an asset," the Texan fighter admitted.

"Hey, if milking wasn't useful in a match, there wouldn't be so many milfs in the pros," Annie shrugged. "Check this though. This should be interesting."

"Bonnie and Samantha! To the mats!"

Annie's two biggest teammates got up and gave each other a knowing smirk. The buff black girl and the chubby brunette had taken a sort of kinship in their short time on the same team as Souther Valley's powerhouses, and they were just as interested to see how this would go as everyone else.

Samantha gave Bonnie a playful smack on the arm as they stepped onto the mats. “Don’t go disappointing me, big girl,” she warned as she moved to the far side of the mats.

“No problem there,” Bonnie chuckled in her low voice. “You always seem easy enough to please.” 

Sam just laughed as they both leaned on their thighs, bras and snug panties clinging to their angled bodies. With the teacher’s whistle the two big girls went right at each other rather than play with any real strategy. It was a strange sight to see Bonnie’s big soft figure clash with Samantha’s tight and muscular one. 

Sam was smaller and denser, pressing into Bonnie’s soft stomach and breasts while not quite budging her. Sam gave a slow growl as she kept pressing into her, adjusting her footing and hand placement on the big girl to try and throw off her center of balance. Bonnie held her ground, which didn’t surprise Annie too much. Samantha was a beast on the mats, but Bonnie had a build like a lingerie-football player.

Bonnie managed to steer Sam off to one side, getting a thick arm around her neck to hold her in place. The fit black girl was too busy trying to escape that to stop the former bully from peeling up her sports bra. Sam’s dark tits popped into view before she headbutted Bonnie in one of her thick breasts, and with or without her fleshy padding it threw off her grip. Sam caught her around the leg and pulled with enough force and leverage that even Bonnie was slammed to the mats.

Sam was quick to mount Bonnie on the mats, hooking one of her legs to lift the thick thigh up and out. Samantha grit her teeth as she focused her weight on her hips, trying to keep Bonnie pinned while humping her into the mats. Bonnie rocked and bucked back at her but Samantha had her down. She kept the pressure on Bonnie’s pussy, peeling off her opponent’s boyshorts briefs humping her even more directly. Bonnie moaned and jiggled beneath her, but she still managed to catch Sam between her shoulder and neck. She yanked the athletic girl down into her and bearhugged her face into her sweat tits. Sam moaned and wriggled in her grasp, but kept her thrusts going even more aggressively.

Annie figured Bonnie’s smother might have worked on a slower opponent, but Samantha was too tough and aggressive. The busty bearhug just made Sam want to work harder, and her aggressive humping was clearly having its affect on Bonnie. Her big hips lifted off the mats in an instinctive move to expose her pussy to Samantha. She couldn’t hold out for long before she quivered and her thick pussy lips squirted over Sam’s. The whistle blew again.

“That’s point! Samantha wins!”

Bonnie limply released Samantha, huffing for air on the mats. Sam got back to her knees before grabbing the big girl’s hand, grunting with effort to help pull her up. Annie just smiled to see their most aggressive founder hitting it off so well with their former enemy. The two sat back down further down the bench where Sam pointed down at Annie.

“I’m comin’ for you in the finals, slutbag!” she declared with a wide and excited grin.

“Only if you keep getting lucky!” Annie laughed back, turning her attention back towards the mats. This last round was going to be interesting. She was curious to see what Vanessa and Fak could accomplish against each other. The busty blonde cheerleader and the Chinese twin entered wordlessly, but they swapped a few short glares at each other. They hadn’t fought before now, to Annie’s knowledge, but Vanessa didn’t seem like the type who was popular because she made friends easily. They could have any number of reasons not to like each other, with or without the sexfight club.

With the whistle, Vanessa strode confidently at Fak. The Chinese girl sent a palm strike at Vanessa’s big fake breasts but the blonde smacked the hand aside. She grabbed Fak by the hair and her snug bra, trying to hurl the Asian girl to the mats. Fak kept a hand fighting with the hair pull, but when she got thrown she simply leaned into it and threw out her other hand. With a quick flip she landed right back on her feet. Annie raised an impressed eyebrow. Both of the twins could be aggressive and agile, but while Sok was more flexible Fak had leaned into speed and balance. Vanessa glared as she saw her throw fail, kicking the legs out from under Fak as she landed. Fak caught herself on her hands and with an almost dancing twirl, she swept her legs around and tripped Vanessa instead. The cheerleader yelped and landed on her chest, Annie snickering as her hefty jugs clearly cushioned her fall.

“Stop squirming, you little slut-rat!” Vanessa snapped. She lunged at Fak in her sitting position, but she fell back to avoid her tackle. She turned when Vanessa was right above her, grabbing her with her arms and legs like a living trap as she hugged and dragged her back to the mats. The audible smack of their bodies landing got a few girls to wince as Fak mounted her back and kept the cheerleader face-down on the mats. She slid her hands under Vanessa’s bra while even contorting her legs to hook around her hips and slide her feet into her panties, groping her with every limb she had.

“How’s this for holding still?” Fak hissed in her ear, twisting her slightly to get a better angle.

“F-fuck you… ohhhh!” The team watched as Vanessa gasped, her eyes going wide as Fak’s feet stripped her panties and showed her big toe stuck inside her slit. The blonde tried to grab at the mats to pull herself away or get her balance but Fak’s grip on her arms was too tight. She could only lunge and jiggle, bouncing her tits around while just making Fak’s footjob work even better. The blonde started looking out frustrated and distracted to simply lost in her arousal, gasping and wriggling helplessly in the humiliating hold.

Fak only made it worse as she suddenly twisted her position around. She pushed Vanessa forward, landing her on her face and chest. She landed with her bare ass and pussy up in the air, Fak holding her arms while her feet teased her pussy in alternating strokes and soft stomps. Vanessa’s hips were rocking as she was foot-fucked by the smallest of the team (or one of the two) in front of their audience. With a final, punishing flick of her toe Fak pushed Vanessa over the edge. She gave a short scream that was cut off by her violent shaking, gasping for air as she squirted over the mats and Fak’s graceful feet.

“Point! Fak wins!”

The twin stood up and wiped her feet on the mats before she slipped on the splash of cum. She gave a small smirk towards the stunned Vanessa before sticking her tongue out at her sister. Sok returned the gesture as the gym teacher helped Vanessa back to the benches.

“Your technique is sloppy,” Sok said as Fak sat back down.

“At least I won.”

“At least you got the easy opponent!”

“Easy, you two,” Annie urged in her usual lazy peacekeeper tone. “Didn’t know you used that kind of footwork though, Fak. We could probably help you master that with some practice.”

“Playing footsie with your teammates for practice now?” Amanda chuckled.

“You’d be surprised. I swear my mom had me doing pattycake when I was little because it was good practice for tag teams to sync with each other. But the pros do stupid shit all the time.” She shrugged and tried to ditch the subject. “But you know what time it is?”

“On to round three!” Feschel called. “Amanda vs Annie.”

“Good luck. Remember, winner buys loser dinner,” Annie reminded her. Amanda rolled her eyes but she still smiled. Ever since seeing her play Violation in gym class, Annie was interested in her. The busty Texan had a lot to admire, and she felt like she had the same casual confidence that Annie did (or at least tried to project). They stepped out to their positions on the mats, and before she got ready Amanda unbuckled her bra. The audience whistled and hooted as she took it off and dropped it confidently beside her, smiling confidently at Annie the whole time. Annie raised her eyebrows casually at the obvious challenge, taking off her bra to face the cowgirl topless. It was giving the southern gal a slight edge, but not enough to really worry about.

The whistle blew and Annie was on her in a flash. She caught and shoved one of Manda’s arms sending her chest and light brown hair tossing to one side. Amanda used the leverage to slap at Annie’s breasts, but the slacker expected her to take such easy bait. She let the arm slip past her guard, grabbing her tit as she used the arm to swing Amanda down to the mats. She caught her in a quick headlock that allowed her arm to reach around, groping and pinching her nipples until it started to trickle milk over her fingers.

“Gotcha, cowgirl,” Annie said breathlessly in her ear. Amanda smiled and twisted over, tossing herself backward and thumping Annie’s side into the mats. They had a quick moment of scrambling before Amanda ended up mounted on top of her. Her milk trickled over Annie’s chest as she tried to jostle her off.

“Us cowgirls know how to ride!” Amanda grabbed and pinned one of her arms but Annie pushed a hand into her chest to keep her from trying to smother her. They seemed caught in a stalemate until a buzzing noise filled the gym. Then water. The audience broke into a bunch of shrieks and groans as they started filing out of the gymnasium.

“Okay! Which one of you little fucks pulled the fire alarm?!” one of the Bootey teachers shouted, storming off while the students hurried out from under the sprinkler systems. Amanda and Annie traded glances before letting go of each other, the Texan sliding off to her side.

“Well some tasty moves back there, as always,” Amanda praised.

“After all my practice, it’s harder to fight shittily than it is good these days,” Annie shrugged as she picked up her wet bra. “At least we didn’t ruin any of our actual clothes like those bitches.”

“Yea,” Amanda laughed. Miss Feschel waved them towards the visitors’ locker room as they carefully crossed the wet wrestling mats. “Probably one of them being a sore loser from the first round. At least we know we hit them hard enough to really make them hate it.”

“Kind of what Miss Climex was trying to do in the first place. Just show that we can bust some clits.”

“Well it sounds like you did good work, new girl.”

“Yea, but you’ve got my clit turning blue.” Amanda raised her eyebrows at her. “I’ve thrown down with you twice now and I still haven’t gotten a clear win or loss with you. The total lack of closure’s gonna drive me crazy.”

Amanda laughed and caught Annie by the arm. She pulled her against her wet and topless body and kissed her full on the mouth, tongue sliding past Annie’s unprepared lips. Annie’s eyes went wide, enjoying the few seconds until Amanda let go and pushed her back. “It’s not buying you dinner, but hope that helps.”

“Doesn’t help the blue clit,” Annie mumbled, getting another laugh out of the cowgirl. “But thanks.”