(Sorry so much for the delay! Got swamped there for a while, but I thoroughly appreciate all the response I got for more in the meantime. I'll try not keep you waiting too long for the next installment. Enjoy!)



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 nineteen year old transgirl Allison Heut. Allison is a young dickgirl aspiring to be a champion sexfighter.

Her parents are out of town for the next few weeks and she just got her Consent License.

Her first match was against her amiable ex-girlfriend, Suze. Alli won, but only barely.

Later she would discover that her friendly neighbor and lifetime crush Mrs. Madison Koufax was none other than 1988 World Champion, The Crimson Queen.

Tonight, Allison and her friend Kaylee discuss plans to ask Mrs. K a very important question.

Would she be Allison's coach?



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"Mrrgllkkkllmmpphmphhh"

"Wha?"

"MMrrgGGlllKKKLLmmPPHHmmpph"

"Nope. Didn't catch that, KP."

'SPPAOOPkkaaa' was roughly the sound it made as Kaylee "Trigger" Parker released her liplock from around her BFF Allison's fleshy flagpole. However, after a wipe of her mouth and some small amount of panting, she was able to answer properly.

"That's so fucking hot~" Kay moaned out, pointing at the screen."

The two bosom buddies were nestled comfily on the Heut's living room couch. Here they had shared countless slumber parties and sleepovers—although in both cases neither tended to get much sleep. This occassion was no exception as the two were locked in a binge watching marathon of archive footage featuring Alli's innocent-seeming neighbor Mrs. Koufax revealed to be a former world champion sexfighter, The Crimson Queen.

On the screen, as Kay was referencing, the newest idol of theirs was using her signature technique on yet another lucky opponent. While her 'Throne Buster' techinque obviously was more suited against males with stiff ridable cocks, this scene showcased how it was appliciple against pussy as well.

The buxom goddess-next-door had her round rump pinning a much younger girl's legs back against her chest. Scooping thrusts mashed their squishy clamshells together over and over. The blur of grinding had relented as the camera zoomed in.

Allison and Kaylee both froze, gawking in awe at the hyper-erotic action as it all became so much more pronounced.

Each scooping thrust started with TCQ sliding down the back of her victim's sweat-slicked thighs. It only took a short scoot down to make their pussies smooch, the lewd labia liplock joining The Queen's puffy pillowy ivory mound with the spread tanned gasp of the female below. Pink melted into pink, their combined juices slavering around the rim of the embrace then dribbling down when Misses K humped into her with a bluntly sexual jaunting out of her lower body.

The wiggling climb back up earned a breathy moan from both girls watching, seeing in glorious detail as the two slippery sexes clung wetly before peeling apart with a web of glossy carnal nectar slobbering between them.

The sight of this alone made Allison's cock twitch and boop Kay on the nose.

"Whoa!" Kay squeezed Alli tight by the base, "No! Down girl! Don't you dare blow it on my face! The pizza is going to be here like any minute."

Allison was already on defense as she was warned. Her toes were curled into the couch cushion while her fists clenched tight into the twisted up blanket underneath them. She was also holding her breath, cheeks puffed out as she nodded back to Kaylee.

"Actually, let's talk about it again. We got super distracted last time we tried to figure it out." A finger flicked at the underside of Alli's shaft punctuated her prompt, coaxing a sputter of precum to dribble out as well.

"You're going to go over their tomorrow, look super cute and ask her politely, but with the determined zeal of an aspiring champion."

Alli nodded again to answer.

"Come on, let's hear the pitch, I'll pretend to be Mrs. K," The young miss Parker offered as she sat up, crossing her arms over her bare chest to exert the appearence of authority. With a flip of her hair and a icy supermodel type stare, she went onto give her best impression of the redheaded milf-next-door. Somehow, it came out as a mix of Samantha from Sex in the City and an over-the-top British nanny.

"Oh~! So happy you could make it, darling~ The Clams Oliver should be ready any moment~ Here take a seat~"

Allison immediatally snorted, erupting in a giggling fit at Kaylee's Mrs. K. She was also pretty sure there was no such thing as "Clams Oliver".

Kay had her purse her lips together tight and scrunch her nose to keep from breaking character, but still she persisted.

"Silly me~ You must have noticed my lack of a gown~ I hope it's no bother~ Now... was there something you wanted to ask me, Sweetie~?"

Considering Kay's determination to keep going with it, Allison did her best to play along too.

"YES MA'AM" She said, having to take a second to breath in deep in order to collect herself.

"Well, see..."

"Now now, deary! Out with it. You know you can come to your Auntie K about anything at all~"

"I... uhh... well you know how I just got my Consent License... and how I've gotten really into sexfighting these past couple of years..."

"Mhmm, go on~"

"I just... I mean, you're The Crimson Queen right? I was j—"

Kay put her palm over Allison's mouth to keep her from stammering out anything more.

"Just ask her. Bang bang. Pull the trigger." She suggested before removing her hand.

"Will you coach me?"

"Again."

"Will you coach me?"

"AGAIN"

"WILL YOU COACH ME!"

"AGAIN!"

"WILL-"

DING DONG!

"OH FUCK! THE PIZZA!" Both of them echoed, shooting up from the couch. In a scramble, Kaylee yanked off her shorts to toss them to Allison, who still had her top on but no bottoms. Allison catched them, twirling back towards the hall and pulled them on mid-stride to the front door. This left her more or less decent, braless in a tanktop and stretching Kaylee's pajama shorts while her hair was pulled to the side in a big bushy copper tail.

"Hi there! What's the total again?" Allison asked after opening the door, fumbling with the wad of cash she had ready on the end table.

"Well that depends..."

Allison leered up at the figure, not noticing him at first but that sleazy caveman grunting could have only came from one asshole.

"Fuck off, Zack." Allison basically growled at him while trying to kill the former school bully with eye lasers that would hopefully develop when feeling this much contempt. They didn't and it was very disappointing.

"Aw come on. One match. If you win, I'll comp your pizza. You aren't chicken are ya, Poodle?" The rich kid wanna-be-skater-punk insisted, even managing to slide in that old teasing monkier "Poodle" there at the end. While Kaylee's was just too infamous to be forgotten by their local zeitgeist, "Poodle" was always something that Zack insisted on that never really caught on. It started cause he used to call her a dog, but when she started transitioning and being pretty all the time, he switched to Poodle citing "She was at least a prettier dog now". It was frustrating on a lot of levels, particularly cause she liked poodles. If it had came from almost anyone else, she would have probably taken as a compliment even. But not from Zack. It was meant to be mean and patronizing and she refused to put up with it.

"Not for a million pizzas. And stop it with the poodle thing already— you're the one playing Fetch tonight anyway, Mutt."

With that, Allison crumpled up a twenty and tossed it behind him. If that didn't make it clear she wasn't interested, the slammed door in his face probably did the job.

"Everything okay?" A nude Kaylee asked peeking around the corner of the hall.

"Zack delivers for Nana Calzones now."

"Ick. Like, 'zack attack' zack?"

"Yea."

"Ick"

"And he tried to challenge me to a sexfight for pizza."

"Double ick. Can I have my shorts back?"

"Oh! Sure. One second Kaybear."

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Couchcradled and glowing warm in the window-broken sunshine, Ali could have easily stayed like this for the rest of the week. Maybe till Spring. Luckily, Trigger wasn't about to let her bestie miss one the most important dinner dates of her life.

-BzzzBzzz-(Alli's ringtone)

Ali stirred, clinging to the melange of blankets around her tighter while attempting to wiggle deeper into the crevice of cushion.

-Ringtone again-

The pursuit of comfort gradually lessened as the allure of the unknown kept peaking her curiosity. Was it Mom checking in? Was it Kaylee? Was it Suze? Oh, maybe it was Mrs. K~ Maybe she just got a new cellphone and wanted to test out the camera so she sent a picture. Maybe its a naughty picture. Tits out in front of the mirror smiling and waving. Bent over, plenty of cleavage with a kissy face. Maybe it was a short video of her rubbing her plump pouty pussy and moaning her name.

...maybe she should check just to make sure.

Half-dreaming of her MILF neighbor posing in a mirror while wearing full-body fishnet, Ali turned and shifted on the couch and flung her arm out towards the coffee table.

Miss!

She waved it around, hitting the edge of it and then feeling around for a phone.

"SORRY! HAD TO LEAVE EARLY! DATE WITH JAMESY!! I PUT AN OUTFIT FOR YOU AND BREAKFAST IS IN FRIDGE! SMOOCHES! YOU GOT THIS!" Kaylee message read.

The second message was of James and what Ali could easily assume was Kaylee pushing his cheeks together to force the normally non-expressive mute into a large puckered kissy face.

Ali rolled her eyes and snorted a small giggle out.

"THANK YOU! HAVE FUN YOU CRAZY KIDS! I'LL BE LETTING YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THE OUTFIT VERY SOON." Ali replied back, kicking away the blankets into a pile on the far end of the couch.

The time was 1:20PM so that left her just a couple more hours to prepare for the dreaded question-drop. Getting dressed and dolled was instantly on the top of list, seeing as she was still in just a tank and all frumpy from the sleepover's more lewd festivities. So in wanting to dissolve that anxiety first, Ali bounded out of the pillow pit and headed off to her room where she assumed Trig laid the aforementioned outfit out.

"DAMN" Ali shot back over at Kay immediately at seeing it.

For starters, the panties.

Panties were easily one of Ali's favorite parts of being a girl with a dick—despite the fact she still was strutting around bareass and cock bobbing at the moment..

They just felt PRETTY. It wasn't wholly about them just feeling all nice and sexy against your horny parts, although that was a pretty big plus. There just was this intrinsic feeling of glamour and beauty to them. The frillier the better. Kaylee was especially aware of this. It was her panties that Ali tried on and started her really wanting to change teams in the first place.

These were new. These were pink. The perfect shade of pink. Between piggy and hot. They had small lacy ruffles around the waist and a bow in the center while holding all the yummyness in a shell of silk.

Ali felt like she had just found her animal spirit guide in the form of panties as she held them up and admired them some more.

The dress meanwhile was not new, but with panties it seemed like brand-new. It was somewhere between 'job interview chic' and 'sexy innocent librarian'. It was somewhere between an A-line and a skater dress. White cotton with small pink impressions of hearts stamped along it in a pleasantly uniform pattern along it. A pink silk bow that EXACTLY matched the panties wrapt and tied at the waist.

They were so perfect together!

Also on the bed were her pair of lush black mary-janes, hyper-sheer pink pantyhose.

"No Bra?"

Shortly after.

"She needs to your amazing nipples as soon as possible." Her friend staunchly suggested.

Ali nodded, proceeding to lift up her tanktop and admire them herself.

Essentially, that color of vivid bright pink that highlighted her outfit also matched her nipples. She adored it, and them. After a teasing tug to them, she continued getting dressed.A big-as-fuck silk pink gator-clipped bow to hold her bangs out of her face completed the ensemble. Just to make sure though, she sent a selfie of the finished product to her best friend and her own personal 'quality control'.

"Good call on the bow. I approve!"

Allison hummed happily seeing the affirmative.

With that out of the way, she showered, chugged the breakfast smoothie Kaylee had left her in the fridge, and then put the final touches on some light make-up, lip gloss and eye shadow for the most part. A glance at the clock as she came trotting downstairs informed her she only had about twenty minutes before she figured she should head over there.

"Fuck...fuck fuuuuck..." She groaned, hissing out towards the end as she grabbed her own crotch and sulked.

She was had originally planned to rub one out before going over so she wasn't a total horny spazz as she prompted one of the most anxiously anticipated questions in her life to easily one of the most attractive women she'd ever met. A longing squeeze on her panty-clad shaft sought to gauge how quick she might be able to get herself to pop. The eager throbbing that communicated back suggested it might not take all too long... but the chance of being late, or getting a cum stain on her outfit were way more dreadful options.

"Oh well~" She sung to herself in a sarcastically amused tone.

Allison thought about texting Kaylee again to get her opinion but ultimately started her march towards the door.

"You got this, Ali" She reassured herself, taking a deep breath. After all, she was ONLY just asking one of her family's closest friends if she would coach her to be a sexfight champion—because you know, she happened to be one of those most amazing world champions herself and was now easily one of, if not THE MOST impressive competitors she'd ever seen. That's all.

The quick walk over to the Koufax's was a blur. Before she knew it, she was staring at the front door and watching her finger depress the doorbell.

Her initiative would be rewarded by the sight of the glorious Madison Koufax shower-fresh and only in a large, regal red terry cloth bathrobe.

"Oh Princess! I didn't expect you so early!" She explained, ushering in her well-dressed neighbor inside and giving her a good look over as she did.

"Now is all that get-up for me~" Mrs K asked with a sly smile and a much more 'bubbly' tone.

Allison was still dealing with the fact she was still just in a bathrobe. Enough so that Mrs. K pinched the girl by her chin to bring her gaze up to met hers.

"You'll have to excuse me while I go get dressed, Princess. Dinner is just about ready... so if you want to just have seat in the living room, I'll be down in a few moments."

"WAIT." Allison blurted out as Mrs. K started to turn towards the stairs.

Her heart was pounding. There was no way she would be able to wait a moment longer without getting this question out of the way. The anxiety was driving her crazy.

"Yes, Allison?" Madison prompted, stopping and giving a concerned look over to the blushed, obviously flustered Heut daughter.

"You're the Crimson Queen." She clumsily began, trying to start at the beginning of this impetus and work her way up to the question.

Mrs. K snickered and nodded to confirm her acquisition.

"Yes, Princess. I'm afraid so. I was wondering how long it'd take for you to find out now that you're registered and everything. That was quite a while ago though. Before any of my boys of course. So that's what has you all worked up?"

Allison saw her opening, chest nearly exploding as she began to try to form the words.

"No." was about as far as her panicked mind could manage before needing to take a pause.

Madison folded her arms, pacing back over to face Allison.

"Then what is, sweetie..." She coaxed the nervous girl, intrigued by what she could only assume was the admission of some kind of crush or lust. That was something she'd always been a little aware, and admittedly was always so flattered by. She could only imagine how the young Heut most had reacted when discovering her previous life's carnal accolades.

"Be my coach! Like—" She regrouped, focusing on settling her voice for a moment then looking Mrs. Koufax right in the eye., "I want to be world champion. One day. I know it's going to take a lot of work. I know it's going to take a lot of time, but I know I can do it. And you're amazing! I've never seen anyone compete like you! Please. I know you quit when you started your family or whatever but I know there's so much you could teach me. I want to make you proud with all of it. It would be an honor just to try but ple—"

Mrs. K shushed the stammering girl, having heard plenty of her pitch to get the jest of it.

On some level... she had to anticipate something like this coming up. At first she thought her twins would have come to her at some point, but the two never showed any interest in her experience. If anything, she suspect that's what drove them so hard—maybe they felt some kind of birth rite or just wanted to take it further than their mother. Regardless, the role as a trainer or a coach had always been something she had kept in the back of her mind. When Allison started showing a massive amount of interest in sexfighting, she would occasionally picture this exact scenario they were in now, although never did she really decide on her answer or not. It was a tough call. Allison was basically like a daughter to her and something like becoming her sexfighting coach could really put a strain on that relationship.

Still... it was an exciting prospect. With all of her kids off on their own efforts, she supposed she probably should find a new way to keep herself busy...

"So that's your endgame? World Champion?" Madison questioned curiously, not giving the girl an answer quite yet. Instead, she tried to remain inquisitive as she considered her decision further.

"Well, I mean... I want to be the best. World Champion would probably be the best way to prove that, I'd think."

"Why do you want to be the best? For that matter, why does any of this matter to you?"

"Its the only thing that matters to me! I mean, some people love football and get to dream about being quarterbacks. I don't see how its so much different that I love sex and want to be a professional sexfighter. For as long as I could remember, sex has always been all I could think about but what if instead of just being a huge pervert, what if I could make it my craft. My career. My legacy for that matter—LIKE YOU! It's where I feel I belong, Mrs. K. And I just fucking love it so much I want to be the best at it! It matters to me so much, so why wouldn't I want to be as good as I possibly can be at it? It's just everything to me."

Allison exclaimed in an passionate rant, spitting out an answer before she had time to edit and consider what she was saying.

Madison grinned....

...And then put her hands on her hips, robe spreading almost wide open. It was mostly just the top-half above her hastily tied sash that was affected. The front fold over her bust drooped so much that her heavy, heavenly breasts were on full display while framed by the loose-fitting red terry cloth.
"And you really think you could be a World Champion? You're really prepared to make that a reality?" Mrs. K questioned, disregarding the draft she felt whisk across her mostly bare chest.

Allison was bright red. It wasn't from the flash of Madison's amazing udders or from embarrassment that she had cussed in her earlier explanation to the proxy parent.

She was just getting worked up thinking about how much this all meant to her and how important it really was to her that she pursued sexfighting. As such, she was focused on meeting Madison's gaze, eyes locked on hers as she tried to gauge somekind of reaction, hoping she'd show some kind of clue that just maybe she'd accept.

"I can't not try. It's just in me now. Whatever it takes, I just gotta give it my all and know I did everything I could."

The redheaded former World Champion, Mrs. Madison "The Crimson Queen" Koufax stepped closer.

"Whatever it takes?~" She asked, then nonchalantly reaching down to fondle along Allison's growing 'tent'.

Inside of Allison, there was now a hurricane. Sure, she did this gaspy tremble thing at first, but was nonetheless proud that she hadn't fallen over or feinted or creamed her panties. Between the context of the gesture and the fact that this was her wettest dream come true, it was a miracle she was able to keep it together at all.

She even managed to turn up the heat.

"Whatever it takes!" She half-growled, pushing up onto her toes to try and get closer to Mrs. K's line of sight as well as aggressively propping her dress-stretching hardness upwards to fearlessly offer herself to the grope.

"Mmmm then let's see what you're made of, Princess..."

Allison would remember those words for the rest of her life.

With only that as a warning, Mrs. K's groping turned to a grip. Talent and experience beyond Allison's scope quickly became apparent as the busty redhead MILF twisted her wrist and scooted her thumb around the underside of the base of Allison's bulge. The act pushed her right out of her panties, leaving it grinding its bare tip against the inside of her dress. After just a single stroke with her fist bunching up the dress around Allison's shaft, the bathrobed Madison yanked up the girl's dress to fully expose the fleshy pole she'd been handling under her attire.

"Wouldn't want to make a mess of that pretty dress~" She cooed against Allison's ear as she leaned in closer, so much so that Ali was soon being smothered by her hefty bosom. The young dickgirl was panting hard, hips having to flex hard to stay still and not be coaxed into humping her hand as it tried to milk her with steady, squeezing yanks from hilt to tip.

"....MfmfmfFFF What mess!" Allison huffed out, trying to keep her head up and her attitude determined. Honestly this was the hottest experience in her entire life already, but cumming her brains out in a minute or two wasn't going to impress anything. Particularly the world champion neighbor she was hoping to win as her coach.

"This mess..." Mrs. K. alluded, pulling Allison even closer by the hold she had on her dress.

The hand around her cock then went into overdrive. Pumping faster, faster, fast enough to become a lewd blur of motion infront of Allison's groin. The speed of the soft friction worked to edge Allison quickly, only stopping at the base when she felt Allison start to swell with heat and her cock twitched around trying to grow harder than it already was maxing out at.

She squeezed tight. From there she wrung Allison out. There really isn't a better way to explain what happened than just that. With a firm grip around Ali's cock, she forced her to spurt with each following milking wank. Allison was reeling from it, shuddering and moaning uncontrollably as she was expertly jerked off to completion in under three minutes.

It was a staggering shame. Allison grit her teeth and hissed, trying to fight through all the forced pleasure but still ended up squirting all over the floor for the next couple of strokes.

"Take off your dress for me, Princess."

Allison heard the words through the haze of her mindblowing albeit demoralizing climax. She couldn't do anything other than comply and pant raggedly as Mrs. Koufax kept pumping her throughout the afterglow. The dress even came off without too much trouble, just pushed up over her head and then tossed onto the stairs. This left her with those panties pushed down to the top of her thighs and her hairbow as her only remaining clothing.

For a job well done, Mrs. K pecked a kiss on Ali's forehead, even seeming to stop stroking for a second.

"Good girl~" She praised Allison, palming her tip and starting to smear her remaining cum dribbles all over her super stimulated shaft. Allison noticed herself getting all gooey and slippery thanks to the improvised use of her spink as lube, but remained fairly stunned by her first orgasm. At least stunned enough that all she could manage for now was to nuzzle and worshippingly smooch into Mrs. K's cleavage. She didn't seem to mind though, often petting the back of her head and urging her to indulge as she liked.

But that hand was still rubbing all over her cock...

"Now... how about you start humping, Princess. Fuck my fist, sweetheart... come on... Show your Queenie your stuff." She encouraged lustfully, meanwhile shifting her grip to again hug snug and tight at the base of Allison's sprung slab of shemeat.

Allison groaned, trying to push out the heavy clouding of her mind audibly. Her eyes clenched tight, hoping to shut off her senses for just a moment while she pulled herself together.

And then she bucked. And she bucked. Each one was easy to discern by the sound alone. Lewd squishing 'gglllllssshhh's accompanied her thrusts thanks to the creamy glaze of her own seed slathered around her pink pole.

Resolved to make this opportunity count, Allison picked up her speed and found a rhythm. Soon she was virtually dancing her way into plunging pumps of her cock through Madison's cummy fist. Her pert rump often swung back, tilting and swaying from side to side. So as it punched through the O-shaped sleeve of Mrs. K's digits, she'd grind herself against the palm while forcing the bunch of fingers to loosen alittle before unsheathing back to step one.

"Not bad... Keep going, dear."

The aspiring sexfighter let out a hoarse, grunting 'gah' as she was again milked at by that sinister hand of hers. With the addition of more precum drooling out, this next wave of stroking was beyond hot. It sounded like she was pounding a sopping wet pussy when really, it was just her own excitement slobbered across her knob and churning noisily within the confines of that now jerking fist. There wasn't much she could do except for squirming and wildly thrashing her hips as she gave a panicked attempt at matching her stride. After it became clear Mrs. K wasn't going to make it easy and that her sense of rhythm was completely shattered by the distracting 'glugs and chugs' of goopy cock pumping through a cream-filled hand, Allison came to a conclusion.

She had to force her own.

Her feet came down flat, taking a wide stance to steady herself. The first buck she tried made it clear she wasn't going to overcome the erratic cock pumping like this.

"Mmrrmmfff..." She huffed out, arms reaching around Mrs. Koufax to help keep herself up as she would have to try something with a little more 'torque' to it.

The result was a galloping bounce of her bottom half, rocking hard in large arcs. As she hoped, this did end up commanding some control of Mrs. K's hand. Rather than the insistent, constant tugging, the angled swooping of her cock forced the first to tilt with it. Once she got that initial motion locked in, she was elated to find Mrs. K's first bobbing on her lap in time with her exaggerated thrusting.

"Don't stop..." The mom formerly known as The Crimson Queen commanded.

Likewise, her potential protegee obeyed to best of her ability, slamming her hips away despite the sweat she was clearly beginning to work up. In fact, she was getting so tuckered out physically that she barely noticed when Mrs. K switched hands.

Or when she reached behind her.

She did however notice when she pushed a finger into her 'mostly virginal' ass. Inertia alone urged her into the next cycle of humping and hence she ended up grinding around on that prodding digit with the same forceful humping she'd been doing to the first. When Allison ended up gasping and writhing at the peak of the next thrust, she finally broke rhythm to pause.

"I said Don't STOP..." Madison reminded Alli, curling a second finger inside of the young girl's clenching backdoor. With the pair of them inside, she resumed the best she could. It was immediately clear that Allison had trouble coping with the inclusion of anal play regardless of her mustered resolve. One big tip off was the way she shivered when they ended up pushed in to the knuckle. Another clue was the fact she was leaking pre-cum like a busted pipe.

The pressure escalated rapidly; too fast for Ali to handle.

The auburn teen started to squeal and groan each time she bucked, eyes rolling back between fluttering her lashes swooningly.

It just felt too good....

Alison's ass went tight, as the rest of her body spasmed for a long moment. Then her ass started to spasm while her figure tensed and flinched in turn. No matter, each alternating phase was coupled by one other important aspect.

She was totally jizzing herself stupid again.

Ali's humping continued all the while, just becoming a sloppier and clumsier as she spurted out another mess. This time the angled thrusting aimed it upwards. Most of the resulting glossy streaks decorated Mrs. K's tummy and underboob but there was plenty that smeared along Ali's frontside as well.

"Awww~ dat too much for Madi's big girl? Did Pwincess Alli get awittle overwhelmed?"Madison cooed softly, making that patronizing maternal baby-talk voice as she kept both hands pumping, milking Allison from both sides.

To the dickgirl's credit, she did keep humping. Sure, her cock was getting kinda floppy and each time she reared back onto those fingers stuffing her rump she shook all over like she was getting the electric chair but Alli refused to stop after Madison's command earlier. She had to prove herself no matter what it took. The fact that she had already popped twice was a gloomy cloud over her confidence. It was only sheer determination to try as hard as she could that was keeping her going.

It would seem that Madison took notice.

"Good girl~" She offered in that same cooing tone as she slid her fingers from Alli's backside and likewise released her grip from around her cum-covered cock. The hand that had been stroking the young girl's cock moved up her front, painting a trail of glistening protein from her waist, over her belly, between her cleavage and then finally it stopped to offer her a taste, palm cupping her mouth like she was feeding a goat at a petting zoo.

"This has been a fantasy of yours for a long time hasn't it?" Madison asked using her normal voice again, seeming to ignore the fact that she was muffling the girl from answering. Nonetheless, Alli caught on and dutifully nodded the affirmative, earning a wide, proud smile from her biggest and longest crush.

"Well, it's not over yet princess. Let's see if you can make it up these stairs..."

Madison whipped off the sash from her robe. The length of silky red was great as an improvised leashed, loosely tethered around Alli's neck and then used to guide her over towards the carpeted stairs. While Allison didn't need any kind of physical mechanism to make her follow, it did keep her lust-addled self from dilly-dallying in her stride behind Mrs. K.

Making her way to the third step, she turned and sat, allowing Allison to get a good look. While the peek the other day had been completely life-changing, the view of of Allison's MILF neighbor spread and mostly exposed was easily the most erotic sight she had ever witnessed. The open robe offered plenty to the eye. Her tits were still out, both heaving udders spectacularly bloated with big rosy-pink auroras and nubby stretched nipples from breastfeeding all three of her boys. Those gorgeous large breasts and her wide fertility-goddess hips made it so her chubby middle did little to subtract from her fantastic curved hourglass figure. Allison could only admire that shape of hers for a few moments before that 'crowned' pussy of hers would steal the show and her attention. That symbolically-groomed cunny drew Allison's gaze in completely, unable not to lick her own lips as she admired the puffy smooth lips below the royal-themed patch of red.

Madison noticed.

A tug of the makeshift leash was all it took. Allison was immediately kneeling on a step below, face diving into that pinkish heaven of wet mom twat. The thrill of just getting this chance sent Allison into an oral rampage. It began by smooch-sucking her engorged labia in overeager, squealing fits. Each suckling kiss ended with a MWAH and wet slurping sound as Madison's lower lips were released from the tugging suction. Once she got a couple of these in, she gradually started licking more and more. Each one was done by her tongue pressing flat just above her carnal maw, then dragging hard up her slit till she was slathering her clitty with slobber.

Just as she was about to give another long lick, Allison found herself literally munching carpet as Madison scooted up another pair of stairs. A tug on the sash-leash prompted the girl to follow suite and hike up a few steps herself.

"In addition to your adorable... and might I add 'cherished' crush on yours truely, I'm guessing you have a thing for older women..."

Once more with her mouth busy, Allison could only answer with a nod.

"...maybe those that are kinda motherly to you... loving, affectionate but obviously in charge..."

Rather than nodding, this time Alli answered with a long moaning 'MMMmmmHMMM" that hummed over the interviewer's sex as her lips locked against it and sucked at pearl hard.

"MMMMMMM! Very good answer! Now... I'm not sure how much you've read into the strategy of sexfighting but that's a rather popular archetype. Are you familiar with archetypes, Princess?"

Alli listened to Madison attentively, sloshing her tongue in a steady line from hole-to-clit in rapid succession. This was only interrupted so she could shake her head 'no', but quickly returned to lapping up Mrs. K's coaxed out pussy juice.

"Well, I'm sure you're probably very aware of roleplaying or even just playing a character on stage. But these sexual archtypes are a lot more than just a costume. They can alter your entire mindset. With the right archetype you can make anyone cum, it's just a matter of applying the right attitude and triggers."

Once Madison had explained this far, she slumped back and humped her butt up another few steps.

"Although the 'Queen/Goddess' role as Crimson ultimately got me the title, I tried a ton of them before that became my mainstay. For instance...."

Mrs. Koufax yanked hard at the leash, twisting her wrist to reel in the lack. When Alli was pulled close enough, Madison clamped her thighs down on her applicant's cheeks. The hand not holding the leash went to Alli's shaggy hair, gripping it tight and leading her manually to grind her face against her spit-slicked cunt.

"...The 'Amazon' is another popular one, my little pussy-hungry pup. MmrrrRrrr wag that tail and show me how much you love tongue-bathing my hot kitty." A husky sounding version of Madison's usual tone urged her.

The educational command was met with an anxious wiggle from Allison. Her rear end pushed up as high as she could get it before being tilted and shook from side to side. While Alli didn't have an actual tail to wag, her half-limp cock made a super cute proxy by swishing and swinging along with her nearly drained coinpurse to a lesser extent.

Mrs. Koufax gave a cooing giggle and a beloved 'Awwww' at Allison's tail wag.

It might have even been what inspired her to spread her legs out again and affectionately pet through the girls hair rather than using it as a handle.

"As you might have just noticed, they can make your opponent much easier to handle if they try to play along with your archetype. So then the game becomes how to counter their mindset with one of your own. Think of it like Paper, Rock, Scissors but with a million difference variations and the ability to shift your pick in the middle of the game. There's not too many absolutes, but generally it's stuff like 'Bitch controls Daddy', 'Daddy punishes Brat' 'Brat provokes Bitch'. On occasion you'll get the script flipped. Sometimes 'Brat pussywhips Daddy' and 'Bitch schools Brat'. Each one is its own little metagame with plenty of variance, but there's certainly strong strategies that work fairly consistently against certain archetypes."

The aspiring sexfighter absorbed as much as she could, even doing her best to lick the whole time without being too noisy. The incredibly erotic tutorial was like scripture being handed down from the heavens to her.

"Raw technical wrestling and sexual expertise are both important but the right archetype can make the match-winning difference when you're outclassed on those fronts."

Allison acknowledged this with a nod and a long lick of swollen MILF clit.

"Good girl~ So eager to learn~ Now just one last test we need to administer, young lady~" Madison cooed, more than pleased with how attentive her favorite neighbor girl was even after breaking her in a few times. Just being an excellent student wasn't going to be enough to get her to teach though. Allison was going to have to prove she was willing to the distance. More so, she had to prove she had knack for it at all. Pussy-licking was A+ but they didn't call it SEXfighting for nothing.

Madison started to stand up, peeling out from her robe in the process. The dark crimson folds of it remained on the top step while she stood over the stairwell and coaxed to climbing Allison with a 'come hither' of her forefinger and a fearsome, almost predatory glare. Mind you, she was also in full naked glory during this. The red headed venus was positively stunning, well aware of it from the way she held herself. She had pride in the way her heavy chest was held out, both rounded and milky white breasts free to heft and jiggle as they may with no regard paid for how it might titillate the young admirer further. If that was even possible.

But even the slight tilt of her hips and the upturned perk of her rump in this pose conjured themes of confidence and blunt sexuality.

"So think about what I've told you— then you're going to walk into Auntie Madi's bedroom and prove you got what it takes, Princess. Fuck me. And let's see if you can't surprise me~ ...Don't keep me waiting..."

The girl just barely heaving up from top stair took all this in with wide-eyes and a pounding heart.

This was it.

She had to pull it together and knock this out of the park... or at least make Mrs. K cum hard, preferably multiple times.

But how?! Her mind raced once Mrs. Koufax disappeared through the doorway into the master bedroom. She had to come up with an archetype! Or present something like one! That could make Mrs. K cum! That's all!

For a second, Ali thought she was going to have a panic attack. It had been a pretty intense night so far. There was a lot on the line too. The gravity of the situation greatly dissolved when she licked her lips. The taste of her nectar lingering there was the perfect reminder that these were all 'good' problems. Sure—she could have done a ton better if she didn't give up two orgasms right off the bat. It wasn't a great start. Getting up the stairs seemed to be a good enough sign to keep her going though. If she didn't have a chance, Mrs. K wouldn't have let it get this far, right? All she had to do was prove herself...
The inventive Ms. Heut quickly put together a plan on the short stroll to meet her challenger.The plan was basically this:

There was just no way she was going to be able to counter this Mommy/Auntie/Queen type roles.

Allison was just way too attracted to Madison and those filters only made the attraction all the more overwhelming.

She had to change the dynamic entirely. She had to catch Mrs. K off-guard.

She had to use the sash as something other than her own leash. That was obviously gonna backfire if she didn't take it off.

Allison walked through the doorway.

Madison was there waiting on the bed, legs spread wide in one of the most pornographic sights Allison had ever witnessed. The full-figured female was offering herself, fingers pinning her puffy pussy lips apart, splaying out her carnal bouquet to show off her hot pink blossom. She was shiny with her own dew. Allison could hardly resist not diving head first onto the bed and burying her face back against her divine mound. Then there was her welcoming cushiony middle, shadowed slightly by the large freckled tits that out right stole the spotlight, or at least the desklamp's light which was eclipsed from her navel.

Those eyes though. As soon as Allison caught a glimpse of them, she knew it was now or never.

"Mmmff! Well Gee Golly Ma'am! I reckon that's the finest darn pussy I've ever seen~" Allison quite literally 'hollered', doing her best 'country'-accent while dramatically trying to fan herself with on hand.

Allison appeared to have gone full 'cowgirl' in her attempt to throw off the domestically-charged dynamics Mrs. K leveraged against her. It was pretty random, but when put on the spot it was the best she could come up with. Plus she liked the energy.

Madison liked the energy too, already in a fit of giggles at her Kentucky-fried entrance into the room. This was not at all what she expected.

"Cat got eer tongue, lady~?" Allison continued, hopping up onto the bed and crawling over to try and stare Mrs. K down. It was very difficult not to take a detour at her breasts and just smother herself with them. Determination had a strong hold on Allison for now. It especially showed in how she looked into Mrs. K with wild, anxious, eager eyes. That stopped the giggling.

"Awww~ somebody thinks she's a rootin'tootin' cowgirl," Mrs. K observed in a much more husky voice far from the patronizingly baby talk or the sweet maternal cooing from before, "Then time to saddle u–p-p-ppp OOHHHMMM! Thhatta girl!"

Allison had beat her to it. Mid-retort, she took the initiative and scooped her arms under both of Mrs. K's legs to heave them up and to the side. In a flash, her hips crashed down to mount the coach of her dreams. Cock slid into pussy, as it often does in bedrooms on top of beds. There was nothing usual or ordinary about how it felt though. Up until now, Allison figured she was just going to be out-experienced. She had no clue that her neighbor was also equipped with the most divine, most rapturous, most silken, most hot, most juicy, most best pussy she had ever witnessed first-hand(or first-cock rather)

Sure it looked super sexy. It tasted mega yummy. Neither of those indicated that entering her was going to be like trying ice cream for the first time. Or getting your first blowjob while trying ice cream for the first time.

It made her gasp. That gasp made Madison grin.

"You okay, Princess?" Mrs. Koufax giggled, shrugging her hips only just a little. Even that small amount of velvety friction was enough to turn the next gasp into soft moan from her 'cowgirl'.

But Allison was resolved to stay on task. Using the robe's sash that had previously been her leash, Allison used it like a lasso on the bedpost. With it looped and then fastened tight around a corner post, she flipped her hair back and gave a rousing 'YEEHAW'.

"Damn well reckon eem okay~!" She cheered back, using the sash to help balance and reel herself in for a series of rowdy, galloping bucks against Madison. Smooth thighs clapped into juicy ass, adding percussion to the chorus of squishing cunny-filling churns. The explosion of raw sex immediately swallowed them both up. For now there was no more banter, and no more fanfare. Just the two locked in a competitive struggle to keep their hips moving in this fast and feisty fucking. They kept their eyes locked on each other, both of them watching for even the slightest signal that the other was beginning to wear down.

Already reddened and slick with sweat, Allison's wild 'riding' was pushing her physical stamina to the very limits. However, the upside was that making herself soaked with sweat was keeping Madison from getting a good tight lock on the girl via clamping her between her thighs. When using her legs to hug the bucking Heut daughter snug, the salty slickness covering her every inch allowed her to slip right through and keep at this wild pacing. The persistent thrusts were making good too, Madison's already mindblowing mound tensing tightly at each deep, hasty hilting.

"MMMM! Fixin' to cum, hunnypie~?" Allison prompted, feeling a surge of confidence with each flinching spasm of Madison's luscious depths.

Madie didn't answer right away though. She just smiled and watched without a word, allowing Allison to continue her assault. She did, however, reach for that sash lasso'd to the bedpost.

"Ey there! Watcha up to..." Cowgirl Alli questioned curiously noticing Mrs. K undoing the slipknot. Her concern proved to have merit as it slipped free into the single mother's grip.

"Putting my sweet girl down for bed..." Madison answered, sweetly sinister.

The sash was yanked, bringing Alli along with it, spilling ontop of Madison's bare front.

Allison's world was now a sea of creamy near-white beige. Speckles of dainty red and dark pink dotted the landscape here and there. Face planted against Mrs. Koufax's bosom, this surpassed any imagined version she had explored in her dreams. There was initially no urge to leave this beautiful state, so incredibly warm and comfy laying atop of her voluptuous idol while literally balls deep inside of her trophy-winning twat. Momma Koufax took this opportunity to wrap her arms around Allison, keeping her belted in close before she could try and squirm away.

Allison still tried to squirm away nonetheless. The loss in momentum was staggering. Her hips were still full of inertia, humping away the best they could while she was trapped, pinned to Madison in the dreamiest, creamiest way possible. Frustration built as quickly as the pleasure, her steeled shaft swamped and surrounded by moist molten MILF pussy grinding up and down it's aching length. She moaned through whining grunts, jerking and tossing around between quick flurries of bucking.

"Shhhhhhhh~ we're done playing, sweetheart... just give in, baby... hump into Momma Madi and fill me up..."

Allison whined louder, clenching her eyes shut trying to regain focus.

"Nuhuh... you know there's no getting out..."

Allison panted hard, feeling the pressure build once again in her already strained and emptied balls.

"There we go... give it Momma Madi... cum for me, Allison... shhhh just let it all out..."

Holy fuck did she want to cum. This was easily the greatest sexual experience in her entire life—but she had to resist.

"I DONT WANNA GO TO BED!" Allison whined out loud, pushing onto her fists and pounding them onto the bed in a childish fit. That's when she remembered she had arms.

While Mrs. Koufax was plenty bigger and likewise stronger than her, she was at least able to scoot herself down lower. She even able to duck beneath her hugging grasp, head still pulled tight to her belly for an awkward moment with her back arced uncomfortable and her cock nearly slipping out. But still, she pulled out from under the hold.

"I AINT GOING TO BED!" She announced once more, giving Madison a bitter, determined and completely bratty frown before she slammed hard, angling her hips up at the last moment to stir against Madi's tender front walls.

It made her moan. Loud.

The closest she'd seen Madison orgasm as The Crimson Queen was when Major Dick had her against a wall with one of her legs pulled up for access. So she tried something like that.

With what remaining strength she still had reserved, Allison gripped and lifted Madison's left leg and kept it squeezed against her chest as she plowed away.

"UoohMmmmffffffFFfMMM OOOHH OOOOHHHH!" came another loud moan from Madison. At around the same time, she tightened herself and pushed her hips up hard.

Allison did her best to keep Madison down, but it was clear she was trying to sit up or at least get her leg down from Allison's bear-hugging hold at it.

"When I say its bedtime young lady..." Madison began to explain sternly but still sweetly, hips rocking into the other's bucking and gradually forcing Allison back, "...I mean... its time... for... BED."

Allison was suddenly on her back, looking up at the wall until the sight of Madison's underboob came into view. She knew she needed to assert(and insert) herself again, but exhaustion and the chance to let her cock 'cool off' for a moment was too tempting.

And then Allison felt her bottom half being lifted, noticing her knees showing up just under Madison's chest. She kicked around a little, but it was clear Mrs. K had a good grip on her legs. She was folded in a little more, now getting to see her pretty dick flop and twitch between her skyward thighs.

"Uh no..." She murmured, brain finally putting together what was about to happen.

"Oh, I'm afraid so, Princess~" Madison, or rather The Crimson Queen, purred down to the 'doomed' rookie.

When Madison's hands let go of Allison's thighs and her own pressed down on them, there was simple no mistaking it.

She was going to get Throne Busted.

Madison took Alli's fleshy hose by the base, pointing it straight up at her crown-adorned muff. Alli's eyes went wide as saucers, honored and horny and dreading it all at the same time.

"OOohhhyyeeaa~" Madison groaned, sinking down and engulfing every single inch of the neighbor girl's beautiful cock inside of her glistening pink paradise. By the time her groomed-patch of red sat just above Allison's shaved-clean groin, the poor Miss Allison Heut was shivering and shuddering with pleasure in a desperate attempt not to climax.

No mercy was shown to the aspiring sexfighter. Madison's hips dropped time and time again, pumping her moist sleeve around the subserviently positioned pillar. Madison squeezed tight as she sank down, clamped at the base, then squeezed again as she rose. This thorough milking had Alli whimpering and squirming but more than anything, it had her moaning and clawing at the sheets.

She came. Nearly screaming from the intensity of it, gushing hard and depositing a thick layer of her spunk inside of Madison's hot regal box.

She came again about a minute later, any kind of refractory period shattered by the sight of The Crimson Queen's glorious breasts jostling about whilst shiny and sparkling in the light; nipples looking like lustrous pink quartz capping both ivory-hued udder.

Allison somehow came yet another time, just a few minutes later, when she was overwhelmed by the extra gooey-ooey feel of Madison's super sloppy creampie squishing her own cum around her shaft.

Squealing, panting, and mumbling, Allison felt her head dizzy with every orgasm, each stronger than the last. The magnitude of it all weighed on her until it was just too much for the girl to handle.

The last thing she could remember was seeing Madison lift off from her and leaving massive dollops of jizz slobbering out from her fuck-split slit down onto Allison's defeated loins.

Then everything just went black as Alli crashed hard into sleep.