Sex Battle of the Sexes
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com
A friendly competition turns a little ugly.


They were both in their early 30's and had been married for two years,
settling into a rather humdrum routine of work, home, and sleep""repeat. This
particular Friday had been a long hard day, with both of them working
overtime, her at the daycare and him at the plant. They had finally settled on
the couch in their double-wide trailer, and were 10 beers into their Hamm's
30-pack when they decided to watch the movie Horrible Bosses on cable.

When they reached a point where Jennifer Aniston appeared on screen wearing a
black corset and thigh-high stockings with a garter belt, he let out a whistle
and said "Whoa! I'd fuck her all night long, if I had the chance!"

She hit him over the head with one of the couch's throw pillows. "YOU
ASSHOLE!" she bellowed as he tried to ward off the blow with his arm but was
too late. "Why in the HELL would you say something like that in front me, like
that?! Don't you have ANY concern for my feelings?? What am I, chopped liver?
GEEZE!"

"Hey, YOU do the same thing!" he cried. "When you say 'Wow, Ben Affleck sure
is easy on the eyes' we both know you mean the same thing I said, only not in
so many words ... ." He softened his tone a bit: "You're still gorgeous,
honey! I just never see you in that kind of outfit, is all, I swear!" He was
gonna have to remember to buy flowers tomorrow, he thought.

"And what is that 'all night long' business?" she said, changing tack. "You
managed to fuck me for FIFTEEN minutes one time, and you crowed about it fer
weeks! All night long, my ass!"

"It was the one time I ever made you come just by fucking you" he said, hurt.
"It made me feel like a stud for once, is all." Any other time, when he was
done he had to "clean up his mess", which almost always made her come all over
his face, after which he would then have to "clean up HER mess", which often
made her make another mess when she came again, which he would again have to
clean up, and so on, in a vicious cycle that often left his tongue raw and his
jaw sore.

He was melting her anger a little, though, because she always enjoyed all the
clean-ups, and she remembered that one fifteen minute night fondly, too. She
had cried out in ecstasy when his marathon thrusting caused a massive orgasm
that surprised the hell out of her. Hearing her exclamation, he became
concerned at the end, saying softly "I'm sorry, did I hurt you, baby?" His
worried look was so sweet, it warmed her heart ... but she wasn't going to let
him off that easy.

"Yeah, I'll tell ya what, Stud: I bet I can make you come in less than a
minute, anytime." She poked him in the chest with her finger.

"What? No way!" he laughed. He hadn't come in less than a minute since he was
14 years old. He ALWAYS did better than that ... at least, he thought he did.

"I'll make you a bet. I'll rock your world in less than a minute, and I'll
allow you a handicap""you can have five minutes to get 'er done for me. I win,
you lick my asshole 'till I come, every day for a month. You win, I'll give
you a blow job anywhere, anytime, every day for a month."

"What happens if we both get the job done under time?" he asked, tentatively.

"Ha! Like that's gonna happen ... but if it does, you win!" He didn't like the
odds, but the payoff was too good to pass up. He agreed to the bet, and she
cheerfully offered to go first. He found the timer on his phone and said "Go!"
tapping the screen to start it.

She stood up, faced him and grabbed the legs of his boxer shorts, yanking them
off, then unceremoniously lifted his t-shirt off over his head, leaving him
naked. He was liking this already! She dropped the bathrobe off her shoulders
and let it fall to the floor, exposing her naked body in all its glory. She
was a tall woman, full-breasted and full-bodied, a brick shithouse body with a
tiny waist, giving her an hour and a half-glass figure. She raised one hand
high above her head and did a little Cumbia dance like her idol Shakira,
rotating around 360 degrees while she rolled her hips, giving him a full view
of every part of her. She stopped when she was again facing him, spreading her
feet apart and placing her hands on her hips. She looked down imperiously at
him over her massive rack, and suddenly he remembered why he married her, his
man-meat beginning to stir.

She kneeled on the couch, straddling his hips. She bent down and kissed him
furiously, then broke off the kiss, straightened up and grabbed the hair on
the back of his head, pulling him into her canyon-like cleavage. She shook his
head back and forth, making him motorboat her breasts before he himself could
even think about doing it. Within seconds she could feel the bulbous head of
his massive fully-erect member knocking against her gorgeous ass, and suddenly
she remembered why she married him, her moist arousal clinging to her pussy
hair like honeydew.

She slid backwards off his lap to her knees on the floor, making sure his
shaft's head traced along her labia as she went down, making him gasp with
lustful anticipation. She grabbed his member at about the middle and pulled
the head to her lips, smiling as she looked at it, knowing she owned it
completely. She looked deeply into his eyes to make sure he knew it, too. She
held his gaze with hers as she popped the head in and out of her mouth several
times, sucking on it like a lollypop. He was already beginning to quake,
tension building rapidly throughout his body. "Oh yeah, you're mine" she
grinned.

She took the head into her mouth and held it there, swirling her tongue around
it while she rapidly pumped his shaft hard with both hands. He began moaning
uncontrollably, though he showed no sign of being about to climax. It was
then, however, that she did something totally unexpected: She suddenly
deep-throated almost his entire member, "swallowing" it so that the back of
her throat closed on the head of his cock, sending shock waves of electric
pleasure through it. She did this repeatedly many times in quick succession
while milking the exposed base of his love log with two fingers and a thumb.
The firestorm of pleasure was consuming him, and he was in awe at her ability
to do this nonstop without gagging.

It was soon more than he could take. After only a few seconds of this
exquisite torture he bellowed "UGH! UGH! UHHHHHHH!" as hot jets of cum
rocketed out of him. Unfazed, she continued swallowing, devouring his essence
as fast as it gushed forth. When she was finally done, his wood whistle would
be completely clean: as clean, well, as a whistle. He arched his back and
cried out as she forced the last few drops out of him, then he collapsed back
on the couch, exhausted in more ways than one. "OH ... MY ... GOD ... " he
panted. She tapped the stop icon on the timer as he wheezed "Where ... did ...
you ... learn ... to do that?"

"From your brother!" she beamed. He startled, turned crimson and winced
painfully, until she laughed out loud. "I'm just kidding, silly! Don't ask
stupid questions you don't really want the answer to. Look-- 56.25 seconds!
Who's yer Mama NOW, huh baby?!" She stood up and went into a double-bicep
victory pose. Still not completely recovered, he smiled wanly up at her. "You
are, babe." He paused for a moment to breathe, and then added weakly "You
win."

"OH NO, you're not getting off that easy, mister!" Her mood was turning dark
again. "It's your turn."

"Please, honey, I"""He stopped, disgusted by his own wimpy tone.

"You what? You're too weak to even use your little tongue after less than a
minute of me rocking your world? No way, Jose!" She leapt up on the couch,
resting her knees against the back, pushing her sex into his face. "Do I need
to remind you what happens when I'm mad AND horny?" She tapped the start icon
on the timer. "GET TO WORK!"

There had been one time a few months earlier during a night of drinking, when
he had fallen asleep in the middle of orally servicing her. He was awakened by
her boxing his ears and eyes. She had hurt him rather badly and then made him
lick her asshole until she came, then made him do the clean-up routine all
over again. He'd had to make up a story to explain his black eyes to his buds
at work. It was not something he liked to talk about, and was definitely
something he didn't want repeated, so he began tonguing her clit as best he
could in his depleted condition.

It wasn't good enough. "DAMMIT, COME ON!" she hollered as she pulled him
forward and shoved his entire face into her crotch, putting her legs behind
his shoulders where she held him in place with her big, curvy thighs. She
covered his nose and mouth with her own wet nether-lips and ground herself
back and forth on his face. "MMPH!" he managed to grunt at first, but he was
soon going to be out of air.

He pounded on her thighs to no effect, then began clawing at them, but she
grabbed both of his wrists with her hands and held them at bay while she
rhythmically continued pumping his face into her vagina with her thighs. He
started struggling maniacally, wrenching his head back and forth, trying to
get air. He fought with all his strength, and she was glad of it because she
was enjoying it immensely! His thrashing was violently vibrating her clit, and
that pleasure was combined with the feeling of total control she had over him.
He thrashed his legs and body in a last-ditch attempt to throw her off, but it
was no use. She merely sat forward, crushing his head against the back of the
couch, completely immobilizing it.

She was soon building toward a shattering climax, and when she finally did
come, her thighs spasmed with contractions that crushed in on his ears and the
sides of his head. With his last breath he screamed into her twat, which only
vibrated her clit that much more. She continued to come hard, crying out "OH!
OH! OH YEAH! OH YEEEEEAH, BAAAAABEEEE!" Her body was humming like a live wire
as it vibrated with more contractions than she could ever remember having
before.

As her orgasm subsided, she came back to herself and began to notice that he
had stopped moving. She stepped backward off the couch and looked down at him:
His head was lolled back, his eyes were closed and his mouth had fallen open,
and he began snoring loudly. Apparently his extreme distress had not dampened
his arousal, since there was now a sizable puddle of spooge dampening the
couch cushion in front of his still semi-engorged one-eyed monster. There was
no way she was cleaning THAT up, she decided. It would be much more fun to
watch him lick his own cum off the cushion until it was completely clean.

Her gaze wandered and fell upon his phone. "SON OF A BITCH!" she exclaimed.
The timer was at 4:42.02 and counting. Intentionally or not, the bastard had
caused her to come, and in under the prescribed five minutes. She pondered for
a moment, then just let the timer continue to run, until finally she shut it
off at 6:29.55. What the hell, she reasoned; he would never know differently,
she'd had to do most of the work herself, anyway, and besides, she
occasionally gave him a good blow job but he almost never gave her a good
ass-licking. Now, she decided, he was going to give her a month of them ...
and maybe more, now that she'd turned the tables completely.