Southern Valley Sexfight High Part 4: Power Play

Introducing a new school to the mix, more on the much requested Headmistress Climex, and some returning familiar faces with a bunch of new ones (some even get names!). Realized I'd rather use it for story purposes while keeping it a tournament, so this one'll end up being a two parter

"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Kelly Climex repeated. The curvy blonde cougar's big bottom fidgeted in her seat as she glanced over her meal at the history teacher. The broad-chested Wilhelmina Domsley nodded as she calmly cut at her steak and potatoes, leaving Kelly to the headmistress to her Italian dish. Kelly was dressed less formally than her work clothes, a simple blouse and skirt fit for the restaurant rather than her suit-like attire. Domsley was still dressed sharp and sexy as if this were a business meeting.

"Of course. I vill do anything to support my school," she said in her clear but brisk German accent. "I am a professional, ze same as you."

"Still," Kelly said after a sip of her water. "I'm glad to have you hear me out. I do value you input on these things."

"Ya. And I enjoy putting things in you as well." Kelly coughed and blushed as the history teacher smiled across at her. "It is only joke, headmistress. You need thicker skin. If you are too fun to tease, people vill keep pushing you around."

"Well... yes. Thank you. But I didn't mean for this to come across as... flirting, or anything. You just have a way of thinking I can appreciate." It did beat eating at home and spending another night Netclitz with vibrator, though.

"If it vas date, it vould be very nice one. But go on."

"You see, I've been thinking. About the school."

"Good. It is your job to."

"I mean actively. Ever since Annie showed up..."

"The Snatch girl, ya?"

"Ya. I mean yes!"

"Good student, but lazy."

"Yes! I mean, she tries. She's applying herself as... anyway! I think it's the excitement she brings. She's had that upbringing from passionate professionals, and even if she doesn't show it herself, she's been sparking a lot of changes. Morale is up, Mrs. Feschel's gym classes are showing an average of 5% higher average performance level, and she's even revived the sexfight team. I don't know if it's her or the celebrity draw or just the time of year or something, but I want to... strike while the clit is hot, as the saying goes. I was hoping you had something that could... get us out there. Sort of raise our standing in the community and sexual academia."

Domsley chewed her steak for a moment. It took her long enough that Kelly couldn't tell if she was thinking or somehow hadn't heard her. She adjusted her chair and legs, and Domsley blushed again as she felt her foot against her leg. Wilma slid her stockinged foot from her shoe and ran it up Kelly's thigh. She hunched down in embarassment but didn't stop her as the assertive history teacher started to rub her silk-wrapped toes under her skirt and against the crotch of her panties.

"You are beautiful," Wilma said in her same steady and analytical voice. She said it like it was a fact. "And you are powerful and clever. But you think you are weak."

"I..." Kelly started, but she shuddered. The woman definitely knew what she was doing with her toes. "I don't really... fight anymore..."

"You lost. That is fine. It does not make you any less a fighter or a woman. You took a beating. If we were not meant to take things now and zen, zen Goddess would not have made us vith so many holes. You only need to be shown zat you are strong once again. Much like zis school. If many say zey are weak, zey vill think it."

"So... ah... please..." Kelly mewled, fidgeting in her seat as she held onto the edge of the table for dear life. Nobody could see beneath the table cloth, and it wasn't unlikely that someone else was doing the same with their date in the same restaurant. "What do you think we should do to show everyone that Southern Valley still has that kick to it?"

"Same as you do in prison. Same as you do in politics and pack of she-wolves. You take a swing at the biggest opponent near you." Domsley went back to eating without breaking pace with her foot.

"I (oh wow)... I think I understand. I'll see if..." Kelly bit her lip and shuddered, beating a fist on the table. A few people looked at her, so she went back to picking at her pasta while trying to control her breathing. "Maybe a scrimmage game with (fuck!) Bootey County's class is... oh my goddess! ...in order?"

"Very good. The school is so vorked up lately." Domsley grinned toothily at her headmistress, but otherwise maintained her pokerface perfectly. "It is only proper zat zey have some means to... release it." She slipped her big toe inside of Climex's panties, pumping the stockinged digit against her clit rapidly. It took everything Kelly had not to scream, squeezing the table and her chair rocking with the force of her orgasm. Her big hips bounced in her seat and her breasts almost landed in her plate of food, but she managed to keep anyone from staring as she came in the middle of the restaurant.

"Thank... ah... thank you," Kelly muttered sheepishly. She shivered as Domsley spiraled her toe around inside her a bit longer before sliding back out and into its shoe rather than Kelly's pussy. "For the advice... and everything."

"I tell you," Wilma chuckled as she took another long drink of her beer. "You are too much fun to play with. It is a shame this was not a date, ya?"

"Ya," Kelly answered squeakily as she smiled. She breathed a deep, cleansing breath before going back to her food. It had helped clear her head and she was already running through the numbers. Like she said, she always enjoyed her conversations with Ms. Domsley. They gave her a lot to think about.

"Who's Bootey?" Juanita asked, looking vacantly up at the headmistress.

"It's a neighboring school. They're about two counties out East," Miss Climex explained, dressed back in her snug-fitting suit for her meeting with the girls. The sexfighting club had been called to one of the private meeting rooms, where they conducted steamy PTA meetings, official warnings, and especially involved punishments.

"I remember them," Samantha said. "My cousin used to go there. My mom saved up so that I never had to go there."

"It's technically lower funded than Southern Valley..." Climex confirmed carefully. "But they're higher ranked than us historically."

"And they were the ones that eliminated you guys two years ago," Annie added. Kelly pursed her lips and nodded more sheepishly. "I get it. So they're onboard with this?"

"Yes! They approved for a meet next Friday afternoon."

"We can be ready for that," Annie said with a nod. She was already running numbers and stats on the group in her head, recalling that they were quick and dirty in their style but still pretty low ranked. "So what style were they looking for? Back Alley pickup rules, orgy style, sex duel, point system...?"

Climex opened her mouth, but paused as if it were just to breathe. She pulled her phone out of her cleavage and started to type. "What should I ask them for?" she muttered. "And what were those again...?"

"Just ask them what kind of style they want," Annie sighed with an amused smile at the flustered headmistress at work.

"Yea!" Fak insisted loudly. "We can fuck them and beat them at anything they can come up with!"

"See?!" Samantha grinned, slapping the Asian twin on the back rather roughly. "This girl! She brings the fire!"

"I'll just... leave that part out, perhaps," Miss Climex muttered as she went on texting.

Annie had asked about Miss Climex during one of their team meetings. It was sort of a known thing that she was a pushover when you got her flustered, and more than a few girls had seduced their way out of punishments. Bonnie and Juanita both gleefully shared the secret game that the school held, where whenever she held an assembly, everyone competed to see how many (or how big) paper balls they could bounce off of her butt without her noticing.

"They say... tournament," Kelly finally answered. "They want to know if 8 on 8, single elimination works."

"We've only got six," Bonnie sighed, but Annie started to twirl a finger in her hair thoughtfully.

"They probably knew that. Just wanted to rub it in our faces," Samantha growled angrily as one strong fist clenched.

"So... wait a sec." Annie pulled out her phone and sent a few quick emails through the school registry. "No... yea! Tell them we're in! That'll shut em up."

"We are?" Juanita asked. "Are we gonna have to wrestle in gimp masks and pretend to be two people?" The Spanish girl gasped. "What if we have to fight ourselves!?"

"Jeez, Juanita. There's no masks. I just called in some favors from old... let's call them frenemies."

"Really?" Samantha asked wearily. "You're getting that slut VonFawkes to do this?"

"Look, we want a psychological edge on them, and we're doing a good job already by not backing down from the challenge," Annie explained. "That's basically ALL that Fawkes is good at. She's onboard just to have a chance to prove she's better than me again (which she's totally not)."

"So who's our number eight?" Suk asked warily. "Her other friend?"

"Oh, Humpston? Nah, she's trash. We already got the good draft there with Bonnie." The chubby girl smiled proudly at that as Annie tapped her phone. "I got Amanda Deeper onboard."

"Wait... you mean Big Texas Deeper?" Juanita asked with a raise of her eyebrow. "How'd you pull that?"

"Well neither of them want to commit to the club, so don't worry about that. But we kind of... hit it off at the game of Violation. I asked if she wanted to go compete with us."

"And she just did?" Fok asked quizzically.

"Hey, you guys did," Annie said defensively as she hid most of her blush. "Look, that's 2, 4, 6, and they make 8. Tell Bootey we'll cream every last one of them."

While it was just the 16 that would be competing, nearly the whole student body of SVSH showed up to the gymnasium for the event. Annie had given the girls some basic pointers on how to best handle the standard Bootey style, but encouraged everyone to train on their own to some degree. "After all, we'll wipe the floor with them," she said with a smirk. "So be ready to face off with your own teammates.

Bootey had arrived in their big, noisy school bus full of rowdy girls. The noise came from the shouting and arguing girls, the creak of the bus' old brakes, and the blasting music of several speakers. They appeared to be all wired to something different, creating this chaotic mishmash of techno, rap, rock, and metal that made the girls glad they got to just wait inside the gym for them.

Annie was quietly glad to see that they came dressed in short jerseys and panties, while the Southern Valley girls wore their standard tight sports bras and panties. They were a mixed bunch, but the Bootey team seemed to favor bigger girls. Some were chubby, but most of them packed big muscles or big tits. Juanita shuffled a bit when she became intimidated, but Annie gave her an assuring slap on the ass.

Miss Climex attended as the stand-in coach for the team while Mrs. Feschel kept her reign over the gymnasium as the referee. The coach on the Bootey side was a lean older woman with pale hair of blonde and white. She wore a tracksuit that squashed down her broad breasts even wider. She kept grinning and smirking the whole time before the tournament.

They'd agreed to open the tournament as school vs school: one of Bootey's vs one of Southern Valley's. The idea was to keep things relatively balanced and have the best of each school end up at the top. The private betting circles were already leaning heavily on the local prodigy as Annie stepped into the ring. She sized up her opponent, a hugely fat black girl with even bigger brown breasts stuffed into her top. Mrs. Feschel read off the rules over her headset for the audience and competitors alike.

"Alright, this will be submission rules!" she declared. "Fights will go for ten minutes, until one verbally submits, or is deemed unable to fight. At ten minutes, the winner will be determined by most orgasms scored, or by judgement of skill if it is a tie. With that out of the way, let's begin!"

"Well you're just all over the place with that mess, aren't you?" Annie taunted, smiling with her arms folded as she looked over her opponent. They hadn't even bothered announcing names until the second round, since it wasn't even an official contest.

"I'm gonna leave your SQUIRTING all over the place," the bigger girl growled as she grabbed for Annie. The shorter blonde swept right under her arm grabbing the edge of her jersey and pulling it up around her armpits. The looser but larger garment made it easy for her to get tangled up in, and the local girls cheered when the black girl's tits bounced right out of her raised top. Annie gave them a few playful slaps each, making the black girl swing an arm towards her direction.

Annie ducked that just as easily and buried a hand in the front of her panties. The disoriented Bootey girl was struggling and swinging at her, but Annie had foreseen the thrashing and moved around behind her again. The visiting fighter finally got her jersey off her head, but Annie grabbed her dark hair as soon as it appeared. She pulled down on it, forcing the big girl to scream as her back arched to stick out her breasts and belly. Her fingers kept working with a visible pace until she shuddered and stumbled to her knee, suffering the first mild orgasm.

Annie gave a precise twist of her hair while kneeing the back of her leg, knocking the fat girl the rest of the way onto the mats. She landed with a quiet splat as her gut and breasts hit the mats, Annie quick to sit on her back and force her legs apart. The thick girl tries closing her meaty thighs, but Annie still slid a single finger inside of her. Her clit was huge and hard by the time she reached it, which she helped along by slapping and kissing the girl's big black ass. Annie trapped it on the inside of her knuckle, squeezing and pinching the oversized clit until the rival girl squirted over the mats with a high-pitched wail. She thrashed and grabbed for Annie's hair, but she had already rolled down by her feet. Annie knew that mobility was her friend in this fight, and variety was always her specialty. A quick tickling of her soles made her jolt, which let Annie sneak her foot inside of her slit and wiggle her toes around.

That was clearly the big girl's sweet spot, because she came almost right away. Annie wiggled most of her toes inside while adding her big toe to the girl's asshole, and that blasted a fourth squirt out of her a moment later. She finally tapped out, shouting along with it. "I give! I give up!" she whined until the buzzer went off. Annie wiped off her feet on her ass before going back to her team, the crowd erupting in cheers as she flashed Amanda a smile.

"Sorry about that," Annie apologized. "I wanted her to last the whole ten minutes. Give  you a high score to aim for. I just didn't count on her being such a crybaby."

Amanda laughed and shook her head. "Yea? Well I'll see that I don't disappoint ya when I come around," she promised.

"Then... how about this?" Annie proposed as Juanita got up for her match. "If one of us gets further than the other in the tournament, winner treats the loser to dinner."

"Big talk from the gal who's always won her match," the blonde cowgirl laughed. She'd even wore her cowgirl hat over her uniform. Annie thought it was adorable. "You're just lucky I got a little extra on my meal plan. It's a bet, sister."

"Perfect. Now watch this one. Nita's a nutball, but I like how this matchup looks already."

The grim-faced girl from Bootey was a short brunette that was compensated with some muscle piled onto her slight frame. It made Juanita's higher, thicker booty stand out that much more.

"I am gonna fuck your fat ass with my clit, chica!" the little girl snarled rather loudly. Clearly meant to be heard by her moody teammates after their first loss.

Juanita just raised an eyebrow. "Whew. What a relief. I almost felt bad about making you guys look like suckers. Looks like it's time to kick some Bootey bootay instead!"

The short muscle girl was clearly strong for her size, but Juanita had an edge on her. Not only was she taller, but her curvy butt gave her a much more centered point of balance. With every charge or grab that connected, Juanita was able to slam her rump into her chest or playfully spiral out of her way with a wiggle of her hips. Juanita was left on defense for a while, but as soon as the brunette went down Juanita was on top of her. She planted her butt right on her opponent's face, bouncing it with a few gyration of her strong hips so that her panties butt slapped her against the mats like a comically dribbled basketball.

With her good and dazed, Juanita settled into a facesit and spread out her captive's legs. She hooked her arms inside of her knees like Annie had showed her, halving the use of her legs while letting Juanita jab her fingers into her pussy. "Ooh! This fun! I didn't know you Bootey girls gave out free moustache rides!" Juanita taunted happily. "I guess I should have guessed from all the moustaches."

The foulmouthed girl couldn't reclaim the offensive once she had her face stuck under Juanita's ass. Her body twitched in a sudden squirt across the mats, almost far enough to hit the Bootey girls' feet before the buzzer sounded. Juanita's foe had passed out from the lack of air and abundance of orgasms. Juanita gave a tug at her panties while she pranced back to the bench, leaving the attendants to remove the cum stains and unconscious schoolgirls.

Amanda sat up and took off her cowgirl hat, just to plop it onto Annie's head. "Here. Y'all better hold that for me and enjoy the show."

Annie smirked but took it back off, watching the curvy Texan strut out onto the arena... especially her ass.

"I bet her hat even smells like her," Juanita whispered in her ear. Annie jolted and smacked her in the arm for scaring her before she chanced a sniff. Mostly leather, but a bit of her shampoo. "Oh jeez! I was kidding!" Juanita gasped.

"Yea, but you're always kidding," Annie grinned back. "So you can't blame me for shit."

Amanda took on her foe with similar efficiency, but even quicker than Juanita and Annie. When the tall and busty redhead tried to bearhug her into a tribbing competition, Amanda dropped and tossed her over her head all in one gesture. The redhead landed on the mats behind her, but Amanda was quick to catch her in a headlock to keep her down like a rowdy bull. The redhead's hands groped around Amanda's solidly clenching thighs, but the faceful of the cowgirl's tits left her struggling for air. She started to flail uselessly before long, and Amanda pulled her back from her tits long enough to gasp and yell "I QUIT!" before she was tossed to the ground. Amanda confidently returned to her team and took back her hat from Annie with a wink.

"Impressed yet?" Amanda asked confidently as she placed her hat back in its rightful place.

"I was impressed already. That's just icing on the cake," Annie smiled back pleasantly. She was playing it cool until she was interrupted by a sharp "HAA!" Annie jumped in her seat when Suk was already on the mats, giving a defiant and wordless shout that had equally startled her opponent.

"You told her to get psycho on them," Juanita reminded Annie.

"I told her to use psychological combat, but... yea, this works."

"Told you. Fire in that girl," Samantha laughed further down the bench.

Suk's match turned out to be similarly quick and one-sided. She blitzed her muscular blonde opponent by spearing swiftly into one of her legs, bringing her down and instantly getting her hand inside her panties. It was almost comical to see the fierce little Asian girl bringing down the tall and brawny bitch. The Southern Valley part of the audience (which was to say most of it) went wild cheering her on as she tore off the girl's panties and buried her face in between the muscular legs. Her rival managed to assemble a clumsy headscissor, but it only seemed to encourage her as the taller girl screamed and squirmed. She barely slowed to orgasm before Suk got her bulging clit caught between her teeth and lips, nursing on it rapidly to force a second and third burst of cum out of her. The girl was collapsed into a sweaty heap with her legs spread wide open, Suk consuming mer pussy at her like a lioness at a defenseless carcass when Mrs. Feschel called it there. It was only then that Suk lifted her head, sucking a deep breath through her wet lips and raising a triumphant hand.

Samantha came out next, the fit black girl smiling madly at her foe; a dark-haired Mexican girl with the legs of a model. "I am gonna enjoy breaking those pretty legs to get at that pussy, girl," she said through her wolfish grin. Of all the girls on the team, Annie found that she had the least trouble convincing Samantha to bring the intimidation factor.

"Fuck off, you butch-ass bitch," the leggy girl spat back, grabbing for Samantha's chest. Sam easily pushed the arms aside, but the Bootey girl showed her real specialty when her legs swept Samantha's out from under her. A lot of their match went to floor game, with the visiting sexfighter trying to lock her legs into a submission or advantageous tribbing position, but Samantha kept catching and powering her back. This went on for a few minutes before the new girl started to breathe visibly heavier. With her stamina draining, the gym nut easily flipped her upside down. The Mexican girl had to balance on her shoulders as Sam ripped her panties off and drove her entire fist into her outstretched pussy. The leggy fighter screamed at the top of her lungs, still in the middle of tapping out when she squirted past Samantha's fist like a highly pressurized fountain.

"THAT'S how it's done, bitches!" Samantha barked across the ring at the scowling Bootey team. Her arms went out in open challenge before she chopped her hands at her crotch. "Learn to fuck!"

Samantha gave Bonnie a pat on the shoulder as the girls passed each other by. Out of everyone, Ann wondered the most about how the chubby retired bully would do in a real competition. She made for good muscle, but brighter than she looked if not much of an instigator. Left to her own devices, she didn't have more than one or two mean bones in her body.

The Bootey challenger took out a number of piercings from her nose and ears, a tattoo of a sexy devil on one shoulder and her long pink hair knotted up into a complex little bun behind her head. "How come I always get stuck with the fatasses?" the punky girl sneered, but Bonnie didn't respond. She just glared. Annie bit back her snicker as Bonnie took Ann's advice. She was too sweet for the real dirty talk, so an ominous glare at her size could do a lot.

Similarly, the challenger came right to Bonnie as soon as the buzzer sounded. She roughly grabbed at her pussy, but Bonnie barely shifted her footing to leave her with a handful of thick thigh meat. The punk attacked much quicker than Bonnie did, but the big girl she knew she didn't have to move that much. She pawed and grabbed at the pink-haired devil, but her thick skin let her all but ignore the fumbling attacks aimed at her. Even with her huge boobs jiggling around, they made too much to make for just a handful and kept the Bootey bitch from getting a real grip on her.

All Bonnie had to do was keep up her gradual offensive until she grabbed the smaller, squishy tits of the raver girl. She gasped as they were grabbed, but that turned into a shrill cry as Bonnie squeezed and pulled hard enough to lift her completely off the mats. The Bootey girl's feet kicked frantically at Bonnie's boobs and belly, but she just slammed her back down on the mats with a classic Bust Buster. It wasn't something that Annie could use with her limited brute strength, but it worked perfectly for the strong and steady types like Bonnie.

With the girl gasping and holding her tits, Bonnie dropped her crotch into hers. Even with both girls still in their panties, Bonnie's excess weight made her grinding powerful enough that the raver could feel her mound forcing her pussy lips apart. The flailing and cursing girl slapped and clawed at Bonnie's tits, but the bigger girl was clearly in control of the pace and angle of their tribbing. The challenger held out the full five minutes out of stubbornness, but it was an easy call when she broke her cursing to moan deeply through two orgasms.

"Wow, thanks for that," Bonnie grinned at the breathless punk. She easily yanked her back to her feet before heading back to her bench. "Sorry that took so long, girls. She didn't want to quit."

"Nah, you did good," Samantha said with a grin. "More fun to watch 'em squirm a while."

"Yea, it's good to see you didn't just fall apart without me around," Vanessa said with a shrug. "Now let me show you how a girl who's big where it COUNTS does it." Anne watched with blank-faced curiosity as the fake-titted bully strode onto the mats. She was up against another busty girl of similar build, though Annie could see that this new girl's were a bit wider and hung a little lower. She was a natural compared to Vanessa's silicone, even if the boobjob was better done than she liked to admit. Pros were still debating the advantages of fake vs real, so it would be interesting to see in motion.

Vanessa eyed up her opponent's chest for a second before smirking back up at her face. "I hope you brought along a backup bra. You can use it as two little coffins for those poor things once I'm done with them," Vanessa taunted the brunette with a cocky grin.

"I am gonna kick the asses of every one of you SV cunts myself," her busty foe growled back.

"I didn't know you told her to get in on the shit talking," Amanda noted.

"Oh, I totally didn't," Annie dismissed. "That's just her being a bitch."

The buzzer sounded and both girls instantly came out wielding their best assets. They started to ram like mountain goats with their tits for horns, with little more than some furrowed brows on the impacts. Vanessa's soaked up the hits and held firm while her enemy's reshaped with the hits to roll with the punches. This kept up until Vanessa took a sharp sidestep, letting the brunette barge right past her. She turned to get back in the defensive stance, but Vanessa had twirled like a deadly ballerina and smashed both of her tits together like fleshy wrecking balls into the visitor's rack.

Her boobs were knocked right out of her top by the heavy blow, putting the newcomer on a downhill slope for the rest of the fight. Her mouth hung open from the shockwave that send her big boobs rippling, sending a tingle right through the defenses of her big meaty tits. A few more solid rams on her unbalanced boobs brought the new girl flat on her back, where Vanessa gleefully pinned her wrists. With a few neck-snapping swings of her boobs, she lifted up her shirt and buried her enemies beneath her underboobs. The girl's face vanished, but her jiggling tits showed her struggles until she went limp. The buzzer cued Vanessa to rise with a victorious smirk. The crowd cheered anyway because bitch or not, she was their bitch.

"Looks like a clean sweep. Don't jinx it, Princess Incest," Vanessa scoffed at Fak as she took her seat again. Fak growled back at her and stepped out to the mats, turning her icy glare towards her opponent. The last of the Bootey girls was normal in height, but muscular enough to give her small tits on a broad chest. She kept her red hair buzzed short and boy did she look mad.

"I don't care if I have to beat you all myself," the challenger growled.

Fak just adjusted her purple panties and took up a wide stance. "I think that's what your last loser said. I also think it's time you left our school."

Annie had to wonder if they had somehow set their best for last, similar to how they had left Annie in the opposite side. Maybe it was some big climax Bootey or whoever had pulled the lineup had expected. If they had, that sure as hell didn't work out. The Bootey bitch landed a few slaps early on to the Asian's breasts and cheek, but Fok kept her focus. She came in for a grab, but buzzcut snuck in a sudden elbow to the middle of her boobs. Fok staggered back, but when her attacker grabbed for her hair she grabbed the wrist and twisted swiftly between her legs. Her other hand grabbed the bigger girl's panties, yanking them down and with a quick tangling motion stuffed the Bootey fighter's fingers into her own pussy.

The mockingly masturbatory move was just the start as Fok practically climbed over the girl like a squirrel. She kept kicking out her knees whenever she gained too much ground, staying on top of her and working her tits or stealing kisses before the bigger girl could repay them. It was intense enough that Annie got up to cheer her on, noticing the headmistress on the far side of the bench having gotten off her big butt and jumping up and down with delight.

"You should learn to stay down, slut!" Fok shouted as she hit a hard chop straight across the girl's nipples. She'd had her top pulled up past her head, leaving her arms bound in her jersey while Fok had her way with her chest. The trapped Bootey was getting in a few humping thrusts, but it was only slowing down her attacker rather than escaping. Buzzcut tried to kick a leg at her for a reversing scissor, but Fok saw the clumsy move coming and grabbed her by the leg. She stuck it through the shirt and so that she was almost curled up in a ball, looking down at her own pussy as her foot was tangled up near her head. She was wrapped up like a package for the flexible little Fok to slide out of her grasp and start to kiss at her taint, letting one lip tend to her pussy while the other her asshole. The buff girl panted and shook her head as if trying to convince herself not to cum or surrender, but despite her sister's name, Fok had a real way with her mouth. It took her a while to get them into the position for it, but her slow and sensual sucking and licking drove the bitch wild. She screamed out at last, squirting over her own face in what Mrs. Feschel (ironically enough) found as sign that she'd had enough when she hadn't gained an inch towards escaping her bindings.

"That is it! It's over!" Chelsey Mones shouted euphorically over her microphone. The senior student was the one in charge of the school announcements and occasional segment on the evening radio. The girl had the gift of a sexy voice that could make everything sound exciting one way or another. "The first round is all done! Ladies, going to the next round, we have Annie Snatch, Juanita Cono, Amanda Deeper, Suk Yu, Samantha Armstrong, Bonnie Fugsly, Vanessa VonFawkes and Fak Yu! Southern Valley has swept the entire first round!!!"

There was much cursing and grumbling from the Bootey team as they gathered their stuff (and their more exhausted allies) while the Southern Valley girls waved and called "Good game!" with impish grins. Their brash visitors weren't going to be sticking around for a tournament they weren't a part of anymore. The audience was cheering and laughing as they trudged off, and Annie snuck a wave and a wink down towards the beaming Ms. Climex. She was bright red and looked like she couldn't have been happier.

So the school had won back some of its pride. Now all that was left was to fight her classmates.