The Game After The Game

A big thank you to Kenji Sato for both editing this, and teaching me how to italicize in Literotica

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"Night, Madison!"

"Night, Dad!" I called back, as I retired to my room for the evening.

I sprawled out on my bed, happy but plenty exhausted. I had been out all day with my parents, visiting my uncle, aunt, and their three exceedingly energetic kids. Aged two, three, and five, they were a tornado of youthful energy. They were small enough that we all needed to take turns watching them, but big enough to cause trouble if we weren't careful. Playing with them most of the day had honestly been fantastic.

I hadn't seen them in almost a year, the college I attend being over eight hours away. I had only arrived back home yesterday, but was really looking forward to a long, hot bath followed by an extra-long sleep. Finals had been BRUTAL this semester. I did well, but I'm pretty sure there were topics on gene expression and cellular metabolism from my cell biology class that I could have told you about a week ago, but simply couldn't right then. Throw in my cheerleading schedule, and I was thrilled to have a couple of months to rest and see friends and family before heading back to get ready for the next semester.

My room was largely how it had been when I had left for my sophomore year last July. My vanity up against the far window, the rays of this evening's full moon slipping through, along with a gigantic teddy bear I had won at the fair as a kid sat between several dressers that my mom had slowly started to repurpose for towel and bedding storage. And my bed. Oh, sweet, wonderful, soft, spacious queen bed. The tiny twin mattresses in the dorms simply couldn't compare. Finally, to top it all off? My own bathroom. Yeah, communal dorm bathrooms sucked. People just couldn't have been bothered to clean up after themselves. Thank the heavens I had managed to convince my dad to pay a bit extra to let me stay off campus next year.

In any case, that nice hot bath was calling me after wearing myself out chasing my little cousins around all day. I slipped into my bathroom and started filling the tub, mixing in enough soap to create a nice foam. I took my hair out of the ponytail it was in, before stripping off my Pacific Coast University Pirates hoodie, jeans, and underwear and stepped into the inviting tub.

The water felt divine, the warmth enveloping me as I submerged myself, keeping my head just above the water line. I ran my hands along my toned body, cupping my C-cup breasts before moving down to my flat stomach. My hands ran down along my pert butt before moving up to my athletic legs. Cheerleading forced me to keep in shape, and while it kicked my ass, having to go to the gym multiple times a week on top of everything else, the results on my body were worth it. I dunked myself underneath, soaking my shoulder-length, honey blonde hair before grabbing some conditioner to clean with. Lying back and taking a deep breath, I soaked away today's fatigue.

I could have sat in there for an hour; that's how relaxed I was. Probably slept in there, too, if it wasn't so obviously dangerous. Still, my bed was calling, and I didn't want to get all pruny. I deeply sighed before pulling the drain plug and rinsing myself off. As I started drying myself, I began recounting how the year had gone.

On a personal level, I was pretty pleased. My GPA had finished at a respectable 3.85, and I had knocked out most of my lower-level biology classes, meaning I could shift into the higher-level stuff next semester. I was really aiming to be a zoologist; the thought of medical school made me cringe. Don't get me wrong. I like people; I just like animals more.

Besides classes, cheering was great this year. Being on the game-day squad kept me plenty busy without having to worry about the extra pressure of competing for regionals or nationals. The whole family was filled with die-hard PCU fans, myself included, along with multiple generations of alumni. I was pretty sure I would have been disowned had I attended somewhere else. Everyone was thrilled when they saw me on TV at the various sporting events.

Speaking of which, those also turned out pretty good this year. The basketball team won the conference title and won one round in the March Madness tournament. And, most surprising of all, the football team actually didn't suck! Yeah, yeah. I know I'm supposed to be supportive, especially being a cheerleader, but traditionally, we are not a strong football program. My freshman year, we'd been a dismal two wins and ten losses. It really makes it hard to get what little crowd actually shows up to the games into it when you are consistently losing by twenty-plus points.

This year, though? Eight wins in the regular season, and even got invited to some lower-tier bowl game in Orlando around Christmas. While I missed being home for the holidays, getting to enjoy Disney World in December was a more than acceptable trade.

The best part about it all, though? Getting to hang with all the other girls on the squad. There were about twenty of us, all girls, and by some miracle, we all got along really well. The result was a tight-knit, supportive, and all-around awesome group to be with. We shared meals, helped each other study, and came to each other's aid if the situation called for it. Also, yes, some of us, including myself, had been intimate on occasion, though basically everyone kept it casual. There were certainly more than a few kinky stories of our cheer squad, with one secret, yearly event, in particular, coming to mind.

With my hair finally dry, I threw on a t-shirt and some panties for sleepwear before heading back into my bedroom. The faint echo of my parents snoring was coming from the hallway. They were both incredibly heavy sleepers, probably the only thing that kept them from waking each other up with said snoring. Thankfully, my bedroom was on the far end of the hall, with some thick doors and walls. A smirk spread across my face as I closed my bedroom door for the night, knowing I wouldn't be disturbed.

I grabbed my phone and started scrolling down to the group text from about eight months ago.

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We were in the middle of the football season, things going surprisingly well at that point. Hopes were high for a winning season, but there was a big game coming up that week. Our arch rivals, the Sierra State Lions, were coming to town and were also having an unusually successful season. The two universities were only about a ninety-minute drive away, so the games always drew a big crowd, regardless of how the teams were faring.

The match was plenty big on its own, but there was an extra layer to this particular rivalry game for some of the cheerleaders on both teams. With how poor most seasons were for each respective squad, at some point in the past, some of the previous cheerleaders had decided to have their own competition to fight for school pride. But fighting for school pride alone wasn't quite enough. We wanted to dominate the other team's girls- to burn an unforgettable memory into our opponents that wouldn't be easily forgotten. So, at some point, we started to put our bodies on the line, too.

And so, every year, typically the evening after the game occurs, volunteers from each team meet in a hotel halfway between the schools. There, we pair off, one girl from each school, each pair going into their own room for the evening. The goal? To make your opponent cum before you did, after which the winner dominated the loser for the night. Pictures of the aftermath were encouraged, with our only saving grace being that they would stay in the group chat of the participants.

Plenty of girls passed on the secret rivalry for a variety of reasons. In a relationship, not into girls, religious, just to name a few. But there were always at least a few, who wanted in. I had been told of the event my freshman year after I had hooked up with my teammate, Brielle, who was a sophomore at the time. They were looking for one more to balance out the teams, and I was all too happy to jump at the possibility of out-fucking a Sierra Lion girl and sexually dominating her. The pictures were just icing on the cake.

Maybe it was just all the sports I had played in high school, but I was a competitor through and through. Goodness, was I in for a shock, though. I was paired with a junior, a dirty blonde, named Alanna, who clearly was looking to play on my inexperience. Well, it worked, and after fifteen-or-so minutes of wrestling around on the bed, she was sitting on my stomach, keeping me down. One hand rubbed my clit, while the other rapidly pumped in and out of my hole, until I shuddered with an orgasm I couldn't stop myself from having.

The photos of her victory showed me kneeling over a chair, hands cuffed, while she plowed my pussy with a strap-on. The rest of the night involved me eating her out, or her fucking me across every part of the hotel room with a variety of toys. I had cum more times than I could count that night, but it just made me want to score a win the following year even more.

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I flopped down onto my bed, sinking into the soft linen that still smelled freshly laundered. This weird yet endearing tropical fruit scent that my mother seemed to really enjoy. I continued to scroll past a wall of old spam texts and random messages from guys who were looking for a quick hookup, until I found it, just behind a message from my old chemistry lab partner. I opened it up and scrolled to the top as I began rereading the messages and replaying the events in my head.

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September 3rd

Zoey: Hey everyone, if you are in this chat, then you know what this is about. As per tradition, this stays between all of us. Even the other girls on the team do not see actual pictures. Just to confirm, we have 5 girls from PCU this year for the game. Same for Sierra State?

Alanna: Yep. 5 lions ready to trounce and fuck 5 pirates! Oh, and your team is going to get creamed in the game too.

Zoey: Already talking shit, Alanna?

Alanna: Well, we won 4-2 last year didn't we? I even remember you with the cutest look on your face in the pictures. Kim really got you good last year.

Zoey: And I believe she graduated, so you all won't have her to carry your sorry asses when you can't walk straight the next morning.

Alanna: Ohhhh, feisty. I like it. I might just have to pair up with you this year. Think you can handle all of this?

Zoey: I know I can handle you. And we get to pick the pairings this year since we are home.

The trash talk had started right out of the gate. Zoey wasn't just our team's lead for the sexfight event, but the captain of our actual cheer squad. She looked every bit the part, too. Standing at five-feet-six with long, bleach-blonde hair, fair skin, and luscious E-cup breasts, every guy on campus dreamed of getting with her, especially when she wore our cheerleading uniform. She took incredible pride in her role and in the school, so this year's event was particularly meaningful for her.

Alanna, meanwhile, had become one of the co-captains for Sierra State. She seemed to love to hear herself talk, given how much she did during our match and ensuing night together the previous year. A part of me had hoped that I would get another shot at her this year before she graduated. I had fantasized, on more than one occasion, about getting her back; having her ride a strap-on as I spanked her fair-skinned butt and seeing her B-cup breasts bounce with every move. Unfortunately, rematches were rare in this, and the older girls got to pick first.

September 7th

Zoey: Alright, five hotel rooms all booked. Same place as usual, The Grove Inn & Suites outside of Chesterville. 9 pm on the 19th. After the game. Get your group pic posted so we can decide who pairs up. Here's ours.

The picture showed five of us lined up, hands at our hips, all dressed in blue-and-white bikinis with the school script on the right breast and logo on the crotch. We had them especially made every year just for this. It really added to the feel that we were competing for the school. Zoey stood in the center with me on the far right. Between us was Cheyenne, a freshman. She was a Native American girl with long black hair and a warm, brown skin tone. Her chest was an A-cup, but she had a luscious ass to die for.

To Zoey's left were two juniors, Sophie and Brielle; they provided quite the contrast. Brielle towered over the rest of us, with notable definition in her legs and arms. Combined with firm C-cup breasts and a heart-shaped ass, she was truly a red-headed Amazon of a woman. Sophie, meanwhile, was probably the shortest of us five, and quite petite to boot. With her youthful looks and B-cups, she honestly looked fresh out of high school, even though she was the second oldest of the group. In spite of how she looked, Sophie had garnered a reputation as being incredibly aggressive in bed. She and Brielle were the only ones to score last year, so it was good to have them back.

Alanna: Mmmmmm, tasty. You girls will be so much fun to play with. I think we have you beat in the looks department, though. Just take a look. Choose whoever you like; it won't matter either way!

The picture of the Sierra State girls was similar to ours. Five athletic girls in black-and-green bikinis stood with their arms crossed, arrogant smirks on each of their faces. The roaring Sierra State Lion logo was affixed to their bikini bottom.

Zoey: Not much to think about here. You and me, Alanna. I'm going to make you squirt.

Alanna: How bold Zoey! I'll keep that comment in mind after I've beaten you.

Sophie: Sophie, here! My turn, then! I choose the tanned girl with big breasts! Elisa, right? Brielle said you came real hard last year! Big breasts are sooo much fun to play with. I'm the shortest of us five in our picture, so it'll be extra fun when the small girl doms you.

Elisa: Cute little thing. Are you sure you're old enough for this? Because if you are, I'm going to toss that tiny little body around like a ragdoll before I split you in half.

Brielle: And who is that I see? A new face for The Lions? I'll go with the tanned girl with raven-colored hair. Hope you like riding my strap-on newbie, because you get to face me: the flaming redhead, Brielle.

Iris: The name's Iris. You certainly look intimidating, but I guarantee you don't know what you just got yourself into.

That had left me with two choices- a slim, pale Asian girl, Yuki; or a petite, strawberry blonde, named Olivia. Yuki certainly seemed innocent in the photo, but that girl was no joke. Olivia, on the other hand, had matched up with Sophie last year and ended the night tied up with several vibrators taped to her. Both were dead sexy, but I had a thing for fair-haired girls.

Madison: Olivia, was it? I heard you had the prettiest moans last year. I'm Madison, btw, just so you know whose name to scream when you cum. Honey blonde hair.

Olivia: Oh, Madison! I was so hoping you would choose me. Alanna said you were begging by the end of the night. Ready to make it two in a row? I have some really fun ideas...

Madison: Two in a row for you. Just don't act too disappointed.

Cheyenne: I guess that leaves me with the Asian girl. I'm Cheyenne. Black hair and the nicest ass you'll get to see up close when I sit on you. It'll be extra embarrassing when you lose to the freshman.

Yuki: Look at you, trying to be intimidating. Breaking in a freshman is one of the best parts about this game. Also, are those tits or just bee stings on your chest?

Zoey: That should be everyone. So it's Brielle and Iris; Sophie and Elisa; Madison and Olivia; Cheyenne and Yuki; and myself and Alanna. See you at the football game first. Sail for Victory! Go Pirates!

Alanna: You mean "Go Lions" and "Fear The Roar."

With the matches set, the following week-and-a-half had been a blur. Balancing cheerleading and classes was already tricky enough, but the buildup to the fight made it nearly impossible to concentrate. All of us, myself included, would regularly post some comment, or a picture, to try to get in the other girls' heads. I even ended up muting the chat for several days in the lead-up, just so I could study for a Biology II test!

I flicked through the very long wall of text and pictures, pausing on a few. In the first, Alanna had posted a picture of anal beads laid on a pillow.

September 10th

Alanna: Hope these aren't too big for you, Zoey. Shouldn't be any bigger than what Kim used on your ass last year!

Zoey: You are soooo getting it when we meet. And I have several dildos that should do just the trick.

Alanna: Ooohhhh. I'm quaking in my boots.

Zoey: You'll be quaking, that's for sure.

Alanna: Please. You looked so pathetic last year getting double stuffed. Maybe I should bring something for those massive udders of yours as well?

Zoey: Keep talking. It'll make fucking you more satisfying.

Another exchange featured Sophie, Elisa, and Olivia.

September 12th

Sophie: Oh, Olivia! Don't be sad that you don't get to see me this year. I already told Madison how to take extra good care of you.

Olivia: You must be really scared of Elisa if you're talking to me. Last year's matches don't mean shit. And I can handle Madison.

Sophie: Yeah, just like you "handled" me last year. Maybe after Madison and I both win, we can dom you and Elisa together! Ever been dp'd?

Olivia: No. Though I'm sure you have.

Elisa: Someone call my name?

Sophie: Yeah, Olivia needs someone to rescue her after Madison makes her scream.

Elisa: Worry more about yourself. Is it true that smaller girls are stretchier? Guess I'll get to see myself.

One of the final pictures before the day was from Brielle. It showed her cheer bag with her uniform and pom-poms inside. Conspicuously sitting on top of these was her bright pink strap-on.

September 13th

Brielle: Pirates always come prepared. ; )

Iris: Real nice of you to bring a toy for me to use.

Brielle: You'll be well acquainted with it soon. I've broken many a bitch with it.

Iris: I'll get acquainted with it. Just not how you think.

Brielle: The cute, little freshman thinks she has a chance. Keep dreaming. Your pussy is as good as mine.

Iris: Come get it if you can.

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Taking a deep breath, I brought my free hand up and under my shirt, caressing and massaging my breasts. The teasing in the lead-up had been absolutely relentless, and reading through it all again was getting me riled up. I could feel my nipples hardening as I rolled them around in my fingers.

"Fuck it," I quietly said to myself, as I quickly stripped out of my shirt and panties before grabbing a towel and spreading it on my bed. I could definitely squirt, especially when I was really into it, and didn't particularly feel like explaining to my mom why the sheets needed to be washed two nights into me being home. I lay back down, running a hand up and down my body, briefly caressing my pussy. My finger came back with a touch of dampness. I eagerly began rubbing my clit, as I continued reminiscing.

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September 19th

Alanna: IT'S GAME DAY, BABY. Lions are going to stomp the Pirates on the field this afternoon, then claim their pussies tonight. Hope you're all ready to lose twice today!

Madison: You Lions don't stand a chance. You'll be seeing stars after the ass spanking you're about to receive. Oh, and your football team sucks too.

Yuki: Make sure to get all your screaming out during the game, Cheyenne. I'll be gagging you when I win.

Sophie: Sierra State girls always look so cute trying to be tough. Just makes seeing your "O face" even more satisfying.

The game itself had been quite the spectacle, an instant classic in the rivalry. The teams traded the lead constantly throughout- the Pacific Coast Pirates with a hard-hitting run game and aggressive defense; the Sierra State Lions with a high-octane air game that seemingly threatened to score on every other play, along with a secondary that shut down almost every pass thrown against them.

It ultimately came down to the wire. With Pacific Coast leading 35-31 with ninety seconds to go, the Lions had the ball and were driving. They got as close as the Pirates eighteen-yard line before stalling. On fourth and six, they went for one last pass, throwing it to their top wide receiver, who was running along the sideline, a Pirate defender right by his side.

Unfortunately for the Lions, the pass came in just a tad high, grazing the receiver's hand before sailing out of bounds.

The stadium exploded in cheers as the Pirates took possession of the ball and ran out the clock, securing victory. The other cheerleaders and I were caught up in the frenzied celebration, players hoisting their helmets high and our band playing the school fight song.

As the sun began to set and most of the students began heading out to various victory parties, the five of us quietly slipped away. Loading our stuff into Sophie's car, we began the forty-minute drive to The Grove Inn and Suites. The drive over had been an eclectic mixture of joy, anticipation, and nervousness. We were all thrilled at the football team's victory, but also wanted to stake our own personal claim on that day.

Check-in was simple enough; the front desk worker efficiently processing all five rooms. As we walked over to the elevators, Zoey handed us each a keycard.

"Best of luck, everyone. Let's tame some lions," Zoey had said, as we all entered the elevator and began putting our room numbers in the group chat.

I was one of the first to get off, my room being on the third floor. Tapping the key card and turning the handle, I was greeted with your run-of-the-mill mid-scale hotel room. A decent-sized TV on a dresser, a desk by the window with a mini fridge underneath, and a king-size bed in the center.

I had just finished changing into my blue-and-white bikini, when there was a knock. I quickly checked the peephole before opening the door and letting my opponent in. Olivia looked even cuter in person- a petite, little, strawberry blonde. While she didn't have much of a chest, her whole body was lean and toned. Complete with her fair skin tone, she looked almost angelic. She had been wearing a smirk on her face that I had been so looking forward to wiping off.

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I dipped a finger into my pussy, as I started to finger myself, the sexfight replaying in my head.

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After she changed into her bikini, we started off kneeling on the bed, facing each other. Our lips were locked together, as our tongues dueled and our hands wandered, groping and fondling. She came out quite aggressive early on, giving just as much as I did, until eventually she forced me down onto the bed. She quickly loosened my bottoms before sliding her fingers into my sopping-wet hole. I had started to moan as she finger-blasted me, my arousal coating her digits. However, I had learned from the previous year. In spite of the pleasure, I did my best to keep my focus and began untying her bikini.

After undoing the knots, I bear hugged her and rolled her around, until we were at the edge of the bed. Once there, I let the top half of her body begin to fall off. As she tried to right herself, I grabbed her legs and pulled them back up on the bed. She was then completely immobilized, her head and arms on the floor with her lower body on the bed, her bare pussy right in front of me.

I feasted on that pussy, licking and sucking like my life depended on it. Her defenses quickly melted, moans beginning to mix with the angry shouts coming from her mouth. As my tongue began to plunge into her slit, I could see her body jolt with each thrust. A series of quick gasps clued me into how close she was, so I redoubled my efforts. Soon enough, I was rewarded, as a stream of desperate curses accompanied a stream of sweet cum that I eagerly lapped up.

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I scrolled down on my phone, looking over the fruits of my hard-earned victory from nine months ago. Olivia and I had been the earliest to finish, so my victory photos were first in the history.

Madison: Olivia and I are going to have such a lovely night together. Though I am going to have to do something about that mouth of hers. First blood goes to The Pirates!

The next few pictures showcased Olivia in a piledriver with me sitting on her petite ass, her strawberry blonde hair fanning out along the bed. My free hand had a nice, thick, blue dildo in it that was being buried to various degrees in her cunt. Olivia's face was scrunched up in pleasure.

I had seen that face, along with various other looks of pleasure that evening from her. While she was pissed at losing, she was quite the attentive sex slave. I had her work her fingers and tongue on me several times, while I sampled the full collection of our combined sex toys on her. By the time we both passed out, we had easily wrung over a dozen orgasms from each other.

Moving past my contribution, I began looking through the second set from Sophie's battle with Elisa. Both girls had a history of success in the game, so a win here would have been big for either team.

Elisa: Tiny little bitch thought she had me. I'm going to enjoy making her into my little sex puppet. She had just the cutest face when she came. Lions on the board!

Sophie was lying on the bed, her hands tied above her head with what looked to be her own bikini. Her eyes were rolled up, her tongue half out of her wide-open mouth. And the reason for this expression? Elisa's fist was buried almost up to the wrist into Sophie's vagina. Notable streaks of white were present along Elisa's hand and the edges of Sophie's stretched hole.

In addition to cheerleading, Sophie had been a gymnast through high school. She had used that flexibility to great effect in the sexfights, but Elisa had simply overpowered her. Elisa had, apparently, put Sophie's flexibility to great use that night, bending her all sorts of ways as she continued to stretch her pussy.

I moved onto the next bunch of pictures, my fingers still working their way in and out of me. I could feel my sticky wetness all over them, a little even beginning to leak out and onto the towel.

Cheyenne: Let me tell you all, Yuki really loves my ass. She just couldn't get enough of it, even when I ate her out. Currently working on a souvenir I can remember tonight with! Go Pirates!

Cheyenne had been the most creative of us with her punishment. Her pictures showed Yuki lying on her side, a look of exhaustion on her face, and her pale skin was flushed red. By her breasts was one of Cheyenne's pom-poms, the handle clearly covered in some sort of fluid. The other pom-pom was sitting between her legs; its handle lodged in her pussy.

Cheyenne had made a point to continue to use those pom-poms at every game after that, until the coach made her change them due to wear. Apparently, she kept them in her room after that, putting a small label on them that read, Finished with a Japanese coating.

Coming up on the fourth batch of photos still shocked me. It was the result of Brielle's fight with Iris. Almost all of the pictures of this one were mirror photos, letting us see both the winner and loser.

Iris: I need to make sure to pick someone who knows what they're doing next year. This bitch was way too fucking easy. At least she was smart enough to bring lube.

Brielle, the striking paragon of athletic women, the one I and everyone else had most expected to win, was on her hands and knees with her flaming red hair being pulled like a leash. Her eyes were a mixture of pain, humiliation, and pleasure. Iris was kneeling behind her with a smug look on her face. She had Brielle's own pink strap-on attached to her hips, the dildo almost completely buried into the ass of its owner.

Iris didn't look it, but the girl was apparently an unabashed lesbian, having fucked countless girls before she even graduated high school. Brielle had plenty of sapphic experience, but her headstrong attitude had given Iris the opening she needed to pick her apart. Iris had most certainly established herself as a force to be reckoned with in the coming years.

At that point in the night, the score had been tied two wins each, with no word on the last match between Alanna and Zoey.

Elisa: It's going to look extra good seeing your cheer captain getting fucked.

Madison: Zoey is probably just taking her time setting up a nice shot with poor Alanna.

My text that night had been well timed. Only a few minutes later, the group chat was flooded with pictures. All of them showed Alanna on her back with her arms and legs tied together, her body lying bare on the bed. A rabbit vibrator was shoved deep into her pussy, while the tail end of a string of anal beads was lodged in her ass. The sheets underneath her butt were soaked from what was presumably her own juices, while her mouth was gagged with her own bikini bottoms. Her eyes looked wide with anger and frustration. In the last pic, Zoey took a selfie with Alanna still getting pleasured in the background. Her free hand was in a peace sign while she stuck her tongue out.

Zoey: Sorry for the delay. A certain someone wouldn't shut up and stay still, so I had to rectify that. She's like a geyser when you get her going, though. I guess Sierra State girls hydrate well, at least. GO PIRATES!

Cheyenne: Hell yeah, girl! Fuck that bitch good.

Madison: Pacific Coast wins the challenge this year! Better luck next year, Lions, or not.

Iris: You all got lucky with the matchups. I want to take the shorter-haired blonde next year. Madison, was it? Doesn't matter. I'll fuck you so hard you forget your name anyways.

Madison: Bring it! Just ask Olivia how good I can be!

I added two more fingers into my pussy as I vigorously thrust them in and out. Wet slapping noises echoed in my room as I could feel my climax approaching. What had started as just a few drops was turning into a stream of arousal gently oozing from my honey hole.

"Mmm... fuck... oh yes..." I quietly muttered to myself, as I continued to thumb through the pictures on my phone. The gloriously kinky victories and humiliating defeats all served to feed my needs for this quiet evening. Soon enough, my hips began to buck as I squirted several ribbons of my girl-cum onto the towel.

"Please, please, please," I begged to no one, as my orgasm tore through me. I hooked my fingers as I came, trying to coax as much juice out of myself as I could.

I took several deep breaths as my body cooled off. Slowly getting up, I examined the mess I had made. Thankfully, the towel had been well positioned, catching all of my cum, keeping my bed dry. I grabbed the towel and tossed it into the laundry hamper before giving my crotch a quick rinse in the tub.

Putting my panties and shirt back on, I hopped back into my bed and donned my sleep mask. Then I was really ready for bed. However, one last thought crossed my mind. As it turned out, Brielle's hometown was only about an hour away. We had agreed to try to meet up at least once over the summer, when she was visiting her parents. Grabbing my phone, I shot a text to her before turning out the lights and drifting off to sleep.

Madison: Want to get some practice in this summer?

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Thank you for taking the time to read my story. As you may have guessed from this story, along with my first, Fight Night at The Oasis, lesbian sexfighting is a significant focus of mine. Other stories involving competition, bets, wagers, and games, are also things I would like to explore with my writing. If you liked the story, please let me know! And even if you didn't, please let me know, too! That's the best way for me to improve.