Lonny challenges Tara, the champion at sex endurance contests
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Lonny, a fresh, witty, young lady who had left pa and ma in the Middle West and rushed into the big city for expensive thrills, receives Messalina###s interviewer in a warm foam bath. A long-haired hunk of untrimmed looks sits inside the bath with her, face to face, rubbing her legs with a natural sponge. As she answers the questions her jerky hands whirl inside the water and, absent-minded, splashes foam across his hairy chest. She###s 21, with a short but successful career as sex wrestler. With her hazel curls pin behind her neck, large caramel eyes and compact full breasts slightly tilted aside she looks gorgeous and magnetic. The camera reels in love with her, gliding above her foam-splattered chest.
- Looks to me Messalina treats you well.
- I can###t complain, looks to me I 'm increasing their wages###- she retaliates.
Although her former rivals were second class amateurs she could lick with her hands tied on the back, including guys she made wet by simply let them unclasp her underwear, Lonny looked forward to Vegas with her usual overwhelming determination.
However, Tara is going to be her first serious match. The 38 years-old Latin fox, with a vast curriculum as exotic dancer, adult model and price fighter, just arrived from an European tour where she was acclaimed as London Soho top lady after bursting an Asian queen who held the fingers-only crown. The bout lasted 2 h 40 and none of the ladies used the same stroke for longer than 30 seconds.
- I feel honoured to wrestle Miss Castillo. Not many women in the world have a knowledge of female anatomy as good as she does.
She frowns, shrinks her bunny nose and splashes her tub-partner###s face.
- Naughty boy, what you doing with your dirty foot... So, I###m ready for a tough match.
Tara hosts the Messalina###s crew in the garden of her villa, where several weight machines and gymnastic devices lie on the grass, scattered under the sun. She agreed to take a couple of shots riding her new Korean device to build vaginal strength, so she handles the see-through robe to her Filipino assistant, warms herself with her good-looking vascular hands, slips her feet into the leather braces and with a solid hip thrust engulfs the double bar. After the demonstration she mops the thick sweat pearls off her forehead with an immaculate towel, and refuses the robe from her assistant. Instead, she hooks the towel across her neck, fits a black G-string tight on, and with no other dressing invites the journalists to have a sit around a garden iron table.
- Thanks for letting us in here, Tara. I think is the first time you allow journalists in. Thanks again. But let###s talk about your next bout. You got the experience, but Lonny Sean seems unstoppable from her previous matches, she###s young and tough. Are you afraid she can outlast you?
- I###ve dismantled higher towers, Brad. This chick is very brave but we are in different divisions. She aimed far too high. Still, let me insist, Tara. People are talking about you leaving the endurance circuit and concentrating on first to cum bouts. Do you feel... old?
The black pupils sparkled. After a long silence Tara filled her lungs and trawled her chair to the edge of the metal table and cleared the space in front of her. Do you wanna armwrestle, Brad.
The journalist, a big guy with broad shoulders outweighing Tara by some 40 pounds stirred.
- You... you sure?
Tara planted her elbow on the table and opened her hand, whilst the cameraman set himself in between. Brad pulled up the sleeve and took a determined grip on Tara, squeezing the base of her thumb tight. Tara clenched her fingers one by one and stared at the big guy.
- Ready... go!
Tara###s muscles stood out at once, jolting her right breast. Brad strained, swollen like a bull, taking a tiny edge at a very expensive toll. Tara set her jaw and gave a low grunt of effort. Shaking, both arms slowly moved back to start point. With a second roar of effort Brad pressed his bulky arm forth but this time Tara didn###t even wince, solid as a brick wall. She hooked him twisting his wrist and set her biceps to full power. Brad struggled for a couple of minutes, unable to cope with the defeat. He was very sport orientated and pumped weights regularly. His forearm was twice thicker than Tara###s, but a boulder-like bulge had grown from inside her long arm stretching the milky skin.
Pulling with the vigour of a big ape the naked lady overpowered Brad and painfully slammed his knuckles on the iron top of the garden table.
- Looks like the old woman still can kick man###s ass.
She asked for the robe and covering her shoulders run away inside.
Sex-fight time. Although the no move barred free-style fashionable in Vegas was quite unpredictable, Tara was up in the odds. The Latin fury entered the mat under the floodlight with her wild black mane pumped up with grease, and the see-through robe with her name embroidered on the back flying down to her ankles. She slid out of the robe exhibiting her picky-ended full breasts and a minuscule Brazilian string cut too short to conceal her abundant pubic hair. She was announced as 5 ft 8 and highly dubious 120 pounds. Although she managed to keep a contest-winner upper body, her hips and ass seemed in the verge of overweight.
Waving with both hands, Lonny made her entrance wearing a light-hazel G-string matching the colour of her eyes and no other garment that a towel perched to her shoulder. She dynamically bent to the cheering crowd and had a sit on her stall, drinking from a squeezing bottle. She had a fresher youthful look and more natural muscular tone that bring her 5 ft 7 to 122 pounds with no need of gym. Both wrestlers seemed perfectly at ease with her nakedness, but unlike her sophisticated rival, Lonny bounced her large breasts as naturally as if she were alone at home and had just jumped out of bed after a long invigorating sleep. Lord had gifted her with a first class physical, and it would be a sin don###t let it show.
The chief judge called the wrestlers, grabbed her necks and joined them face to face in the centre of the mat. Hands on hips the fighting sex-machines locked eyes intently. While the judge instructed them with the details of the rules, a massive cheer from the crowd welcomed two big-boob warmers with the white shredded-top and orange shorts classical from Hooters, the sponsor of the event. The warmers knelt behind each wrestler, assisted Lonny and Tara in getting rid of their minuscule briefs, sucked her own hefty middle fingers ending at 1 inch ½ long sculptured nails, and thoroughly worked their genitals from behind.
When the sex wrestlers clashed the warmers had done an excellent job and both vulvas shone open like huge aquatic flowers. They crouched down face to face and hugged each other by the waist, pulling till both pairs of tits made contact and melted together, oozing under the armpits. Lonny engaged battling crotch to crotch, and her hip bones inflicted considerable damage to the Latin bitch, but she recovered with some accurate nail job that brought the youngster massively over the verge three times in a row. Tara###s fans celebrated the triple score and doubled their bets. The raven-haired bitch masterfully sucked and bite Lonny###s erected nipples forcing her to call time out.
While Lonny struggled on her stall to cool down, the Latin fox standing on the centre rubbed herself to keep it puffy and fuming. Lonny tried a 69 and could stand it for 8 more min, but Tara###s tongue prevailed and she came off once more. Yet she kept suckling at Tara###s clit and felt the warmth filling her mouth just seconds later. With their heads clamped onto each other### sex and their paws scratching the rival###s ass cheeks they kept exchanging climaxes until Lonny reached with her muscular tongue the right spot deep down Tara###s nether throat. The Latin shook and squeezed the girl###s head between her thighs, coming off so intently she felt on her back rolling on the mat with the young fury clamped at her trickling crotch. Lonny masterfully prolonged her orgasm despite some hair-pulling by the Latin bitch.
The monster climax taxed the old bitch and turned the tide. Lonny, propped up on her knees, straddled on her rival, pulling at one leg grabbed by the ankle to plug her lower belly in between Tara###s limbs, and started springing up and sliding down. Lonny viciously grinded Tara###s steel crotch with her own till she felt her own liquids trickling down her thighs. She controlled the pace till Tara slapped the mat calling her time out.
This time Tara collapsed on her stall to receive assistance. Lonny anxiously gulped from her squeezing bottle, half of the liquid flooding down her loose jaw.
The final round started knelt down nipple to nipple with brave Lonny, despite some warning from the crowd, daring to test her hand skills against the senior bitch. The youngster challenged Tara at her strongest point. To most of the audience she was committing suicide. Tara parted Lonny###s ass from behind and worked the sensitive region between anus and vulva. The girl panted and moaned but didn###t refuse the exchange, sticking her two longest fingers into Tara from behind with her right hand and vigorously pushing with her frontally-inserted left hand.
Both tried breath control whilst furiously manipulating the rival###s nerve bundles. Their puffed chests rubbed one another, both ladies using their engorged nipples for extra stimulation. Lonny started jacking Tara###s huge clit, large as a baby###s dick, with her soft digits. Tara blew through the nostrils and reflected the same grip.
For a couple of minutes they pumped at once, leaning chest to chest like fighting she-bears too exhausted to unlock. Lonny buried her face on Tara###s shoulder. Her swollen heart painfully pounded her ribcage. Tara###s finger tips were peeling her clit so masterfully she felt her innards tight as a balloon about to burst. No matter how aroused she got, she kept working that rock-hard female prick at the very same pace, no faster, no slower, under total control, paying back stroke by stroke.
Croaking like a breeding swam, Tara raised the pace and opened her mouth. ###Gotcha###, muttered Lonny, insisting on the very same spot. Tara clenched her fist and bent down her head as Lonny drove her to a long, sustained, toll-taking climax. After juicing the Latin powerhouse, Lonny released the hold and stared intently at her panting nemesis, hooked a hair bang out of Tara###s soaked face with her little finger and started French kissing her.
Tara grabbed Lonny neck and fought back but couldn###t dislodge Lonny###s athletic tongue out of her mouth. Lonny orally raped her and pinched her nipples till Tara got wet again and tumbled back pounding the mat like a sand bag. Lonny crawled on top of Tara and walked on her knees till her challenging pussy, still hungry, glided above Tara###s face. The exhausted Latin took a glimpse of the bright pink innards and shook her head aside.
A wave of amazement spread through the audience. The supposedly naive youngster was going for a verbal submission to psychically destroy her rival and pump her up in the rankings. Lonny thrust her hips even downwards.
-Had enough mama, you quit?
The judge squatted next to Tara###s face and echoed Lonny###s challenge in a more neutral voice.
- Miss Castillo, do you quit?
Tara shook and blindly attacked for a few more minutes Lonny###s formidable pussy but was unable to score. Now was Lonny###s turn. The girl grabbed Tara###s ankles, pulled them apart and worked Tara###s soaked pussy with her toes. The crowd loved it. They had watched Lonny in the promotional advert creaming her private Conan in the foam bath, and since both partners had her arms hanging limp on the edge of the tub, she had to do it with her submerged little soapy feet.
Now her accurate foot-job was on show. From the first rows the spectators stood up and stretched their necks to see Lonny###s toes rattling out to stole yet another massive climax from the Latin whore that let her shuddering on the mat, pussy inside out. Sobbing, with a tiny streak of voice, great Tara conceded.
Lonny sprung up on her feet and raised both clenched fists. The judge pursued her across the mat, managed to catch her, grabbed her wrist and lifted it up announcing the outcome. The crowd unanimously reacted and those still on their bench joined the standing ovation. Even old-time Tara###s fans paid tribute to the new sex machine and discussed last time a bout had brought them a tightest hard-on. Lonny###s thick thighs were soaked with the intimate liquids belonging to both sex athletes, the same that squirted across her mighty chest trickling down her spread, tilted breasts. Lonny###s nether lips hung down puffy and tangled up with the curly pubic hair. The hairpin was gone and her hazel mane was stirred, her bony cheeks flushed and her forehead glittering in sweat. A foamy stain covered her lips and chin as if she had been drinking fresh milk from the bucket. Still she was radiant. She realized she had made a feat that launched her into a different realm. The woman she had just overpowered and reduced to a weeping state was a world class sex competitor. Then she turned back to Tara who lied across the mat surrounded by her troupe, bent over and friendly tapped her chest.
