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"And... Go."

He rushed in, wrapped his arms around her chest, quickly twisted, and pushed her down facefirst onto the ground. She exhaled a light 'oof,' and looked back at him,

"Heeeey, I wasn't re-"

He cut off her complaint with his arms wrapping under her chin, pulling her up into an STF, a classic wrestling hold, readjusted so the bulge of his briefs pressed against the curve of her tight ass. He yanked on her, grinding her ass, her back arched backwards by his grasp. His hands locked around her face to pull on her, high enough up on her face to stop her from biting at them. He chuckled, "I don't care if you're ready or not." He answered, "I got you anyway."

She couldn't answer, just groan from his torture of her neck and back, his large body holding her immobile, captured against the ground. The little brat growled and clawed at his hands, but he had the hold on too tight. It wasn't the most effective sexual attack, but that didn't matter. It was perfect for making her feel helpless below him, which was, after all, the point of this exercise. Her mother had given her some training, sure, and that made her better than most anyone else here, but when she used that to disrupt the rest of the team, well... That was going too far. He pulled hard, rubbing the cum she had taken into her nose as he yanked on her.

Her smaller body rolled back against him as she squirmed to escape his hold. He might have felt like a bit of a bully for doing this to someone so much smaller than him, but she had been bullying the rest of the team, so he couldn't feel too bad about it. Someone had to slap some sense into her, and it seemed it wouldn't be her mother, so that only left him to do the job and punish her for her behavior.

He adjusted his position, getting fully over her back, and sliding his forearms under her neck. He yanked up on them, crushing the back of her small head to his chest, and in doing so, grinding the tip of his cock up against her pussy. The cum of the guy who had challenged her before dripped out against the tip, he could feel what had happened in there to a bunch of untrained rookies. It seemed to have made her think she was really tough, but any training beats no training in a sexfight. A little knowledge of how to flutter your folds and twist your vaginal passage around a cock can go a long way. It had been a long time since he'd been in a sexual warrior's pussy, but nevertheless his cock had the experience that the rest of her little victims lacked, the knowledge of what a well trained pussy could do to it. She thought of herself as a real sexfighter? Let's see her prove it.

He felt her throat muscles bouncing, felt her thrashing as she fought for air against his muscles. He ground the tip of his cock against her pussy to tease her, work her up with the thought of what he would be doing to her later, but not yet go full-force aggressive against the young fuckwarrior. To grind in the difference in position in power, he dragged his tongue along her cheek, tasting the cum his other students had left behind, even as she leaned away and shuddered at his aggression.

He twisted his arms around her neck, wringing her head to the side. It had been a long time since he had gotten a chance to exercise his sadism and really let himself go. His arms pushed her head around like a feral dog with a chew toy, and he was rapidly losing himself in the enjoyment of pushing the little canine around.

As his own coach would have been quick to remind him, you could never lose track of the fight. His own coach wasn't here, though, so the reminder had to come from the thighs of the dalmatian that closed rapidly around his bulging trunks, slamming his cock between them like a pair of cinderblocks crushing his bulge.

"Ohhhgahahhhhh!" He cried out, as her thighs bashed his bulge. The pain shot through him, and he instinctively dropped his hold on her neck. His hands fell to her sides, and he cried out in agony as her thighs scissored his balls and cock.

She slipped backwards a bit, rubbing her round, cum covered ass on his bulge. It got him worked up despite himself. You can't deny how good it feels to have a nice hot ass rubbing on your tented trunks, even if the owner of that silky-furred ass did just slam your cock in her thighs like she was crushing a walnut. She continued her little hotdogging for a few seconds to make sure he was good and worked up, before slipping away.

Her aggression surprised him, and left him on his hands and knees, looking up at the squirmy slut who stood over him with a mean little grin on her face. He barely had time to react before she swung a quick kick at the side of his head, and the world exploded in stars at the impact of her shin to his skull.

He was only stunned for a second, but a second was all that she needed. She slipped behind him, and her slender hands found his bulge. His cock was already worked up from her ass, and now she pressed her cummy pussy against his hips, and her hands reached into his trunks to pull free his shaft. The more experienced man growled at his predicament, as one of her small hands reached down to grab his balls and the other held tight to his rapidly stiffening cock.

"Now," she teased, her voice high and mocking, "You're not gonna go anywhere, are ya? My hands have pumped out the most virile studs in school, they oughta be a real treat for a horny old man like you. But if you try to get away..." She gave his nuts a mean squeeze and twist, and he jumped a bit in the pain that his teenage tormenter inflicted "I'm gonna have to stop playing nice."

With that, she began rapidly pumping her hands along his low hanging cock and balls. Amateur or not, this girl knew how to give a handjob that could empty a guy's balls in mere minutes, and as out of practice as he was, he was unsure he could last all that long if he gave her free reign on his manhood. Her teasing hands and fingers were all over him, putting him on the defensive against a rapid cock milking, lubricated by the rest of his team that she'd been working off. He growled in frustration with just how easily she was handling his manhood with her slender fingers.

He panted despite himself as she readjusted her position to the side and started treating his cock like a cow's udder. Both hands squeezed tight on his cock, releasing only at the bottom and slipping back to the top, making it feel like one continuous forward motion pulling on his cock. Despite the skill of the handjob, he was trapped. Every time that he tried to pull back, she grabbed and twisted his balls.

It was bad for an experienced fighter like himself to be put in a position like this, hands and knees, stripped down and milked like a cow. It was even worse when the fight was against someone with vastly less experience in the sexual arena. With a twenty-five year career behind him, he had been winning sexfights before she was even born, yet his out of practice cock strained to handle what she did to it.

He looked back at her, sweat dripping from his brow, as she jerked him off.

"You're not having trouble, are you?" She teased the older fighter, giving the back of his thigh and then balls a smack to keep him off balance.

His nostrils flared, and he tried to twist to the side and slam an elbow into the side of her head. It was an awkward position, which is probably why it didn't work. She easily ducked him, and took advantage of his off balance position to shoulder him over onto his side and slam the sharp side of her hand into his neck.

He coughed and gagged at the vicious attack to his throat, groaning on his side as she resumed her assault on his cock, fingers rapidly jerking along the long stiff shaft. He felt helpless with his belly exposed to the little sadist, her hand fluttering as she pushed in on his neck and milked his cock. She squeezed her fingers just enough as she rocketed around his shaft that it felt incredible without her ever stopping contact, just pumping out precum onto the ground from his cock.

He grabbed for the hand at his throat, but she just knife-edged him a second time to leave him gasping for breath, followed by a hard grasp and twist of his cock at the base, making him exhale what breath remained in a long agonized cry. Her nails dug into his shaft before she resumed her hard, hot handjob.

The sadistic gymnast stared into his eyes with a cruel smile, "I don't think you're gonna make it. You're just like every other guy out there, your think you're tough, but your cock just wants an excuse to explode all over me."

He gritted his teeth, trying to deny her the satisfaction of watching him suffer through her taunts and teasing. It wasn't easy to do, as his hips began to roll up against her hands. He would have to gamble, here, and hope her reactions were slower than his attacks, or at the very least, hope that he could endure the pain of her tormenting his cock and balls long enough to take control when he struck back.

In one quick motion, he slammed his fist into the side of the little gymnast's face. He heard the crack of knuckles to bone as she fell. It wouldn't be easy to explain that one to her mother, but on the other hand, no sexfighter worth her tits would want a beef like that resolved anywhere but the ring (or bed, if that was her style).

She fell to the ground, and he scrambled onto her, grabbing her arms and holding them behind her back. His legs grapevined hers, his thighs pushing her smaller ones apart, and his cock penetrated her tight hole. He was lucky that it had been so well lubed up, because she was so tight he was almost afraid he'd tear something, and she screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain as he penetrated her ass. He was also glad that the building was abandoned after hours, and indulged his sadism some more by yanking her arms, bowing her back as his cock penetrated her tight tailhole.

"Ahhhhhggggh, you fucker!" She screamed at him, but the way the juices splashed out of her pussy and onto his thighs told a different story about how much she was enjoying his slamming of her body and his pounding his weight against her small hips.

He pulled back, and shoved in again, his cock reaching deep into the aching depths of her cum-lubed ass, crushing her underneath him. She'd gotten a veritable stream of precum to flow from his cock and balls with her erotic torture, and he was returning the favor with the arching of her back and slamming of her body into the ground. The looks on the faces of the rest of the team were a mix of impressed and shocked by the brutal way that their coach fucked the little sexfighter who had pumped most of them dry at least once since joining the team.

He dropped her arms, grabbed the back of her head, and slammed her facefirst into the ground, stunning the aggressive young sexfighter, and giving him breathing room, a chance to catch his breath, before he pulled his massive cock out of her ass, leaving her gasping on the ground and clutching her head, glaring daggers back at him through her tears.

He grabbed her hips, and rolled her onto her side, yanking her legs apart and grinning down at her. The tip of his cock pressed to the tight entrance to her pussy, and he looked down to see the cum dripping out of it.

"Think you're that good, huh?" He asked her, "Try this!" And he slammed himself to the hilt inside the agile gymnast.

She was tight, extremely tight. His cock stretched out her inner walls, he felt her juices splash out on his hips. Holding her legs spread open, he looked down in the eyes of the younger sexfighter, his hips pressed flush to hers. Had he been a dog, her knot grabber would have been holding him inside her. Even now, it wasn't going to be easy to pull out, though easier, at least, than if she hadn't been a masochist who got off on being stretched by huge cock, or if the rest of her teammates hadn't left their cum behind before the contest began.

He could see her gritting her teeth in resistance, and felt her lower muscles clenching down on his cock with all they had, but that was a lot of man to take, and not a lot of pussy to take it in. She growled up at him, he could see her struggling to adjust to his girth, but he could also see the glare of challenge in her eyes.

"G-go on, f-fucker..." She challenged him in a mix of a snarl and whimper, "Gahhhh, try me. Lose your cum in me like every other horny fucker who got in there did."

It wasn't an invitation easily turned down. He pushed her feet backwards the way he had before when working on her agility exercises, but now he was using them as handles to slam her pussy. He could see her biting her lip, trying to hold back the pleasure and pain he inflicted on her.

He had no intention of making that easy for her. He sped up his slamming of her pussy, his crushing of hips to hips, and at the same time, pushed her legs up higher. The way he roughly slammed into her, he knew he'd be leaving bruises on the white parts of her underside. Under most circumstances, they'd be bruises that weren't easy to explain, but her mother was a sexfighter. Beyond that, she was one who had no qualms about teaching her daughter about the art. The only person who'd have to explain anything was the dalmatian pup, who would have to explain how she lost so badly to a retired fighter.

His balls pounded the curve of her ass, his cock reached the hilt every time before pulling back. Her fingers clawed at the mat in an effort to deal with the sensations her coach gave her with his massive cock. This was, he knew, a high risk/high reward position, one that could tire him out quickly driving that deep into her. His hands were beginning to slip from her ankles, slickened by cum and sweat, but he didn't want to drop his hold on her just yet. Even though he knew the sawing into damp tightness was almost as bad for his stamina as it was for hers, and the consequences of letting go, he just had to keep attacking her cunt a little bit longer. Punish her for the way she had bullied the rest of her team, even bullied him earlier in the match.

He had waited until the last moment to do it, but he didn't let the moment pass. Just before he lost control of the little dalmatian's legs, he slammed both of them down onto the ground roughly.

She squealed as her heels hit the mat, and gasped as he pulled her back down on his cock. He held her against the base, his hand holding onto her slick back, and stared down into her eyes. They were still aflame. Saliva dripped from her mouth. He could see the signs of arousal in her, even if he knew she would never admit to the struggle.

"Go on... Fuck me..." She spat angrily at him, "You know your old man cock isn't gonna survive my tight teen pussy for long... You pound me all you like... Your stamina's shot and your body's broken down, ya gonna blow it no matter how hard you try."

He tried to shrug off her taunt, rather than meeting it with a verbal barb back, he met it by digging his claws into her tits. It was likely more effective, certainly more so if the goal was to make her wail like a banshee and flood her juices (and those she stole earlier) out over his balls. Holding her hips tight, he pounded his body against hers, fighting back the sensations coming from her well-practiced puss. Her tits bled against his hands as he tortured the little bitch. This sexfight was downright brutal, but she deserved it.

She had been right about one thing, though. Trying to just hump and outlast her was a good way to make a fool of himself and dump his load from the dominant position. He grabbed his fingers into her breasts one last time, and got the cry he was waiting for. With her pussy spasming and her back arching, grinning meanly down at her. It might not have been fair, but what she'd done to his boys wasn't exactly fair either.

She screeched at him. For a second, all he saw was a flash of black and white, and then his world exploded into pain and red. He grabbed his face in agony. It took him a second to realize that he was the source of the bellowing that shook the room, and that she'd returned the favor of scratched tits with roughly raked eyes. He hoped that the warm wet sensation against his hands was only blood from his brow, or even cum from the rest of the team. He was too busy trying to deal with his wounds to notice that she was rolling him onto his back, cock still buried in her pussy, much less do anything to try to stop it.

He was in too much pain to stop it, all he could do was feel. He felt his shoulders on the mat, and whatever wetness was by his eyes slip through his fingers. He felt his cock sink into the soft, tight wetness of her pussy. He felt a brutal squeeze to his shaft from her lower muscles, already painfully tight for her, but still forcibly crushing in. He felt his hips meet hers, her cum-coated fur smearing down on his hips. He heard the tone in her voice, and even if he hadn't, he could have felt the cruelty in how she shook her hips while hilted.

"Get ready for a ride, old bitch, I'm gonna make you wish you didn't even have a dick."

She grabbed his hands, pulling them away from his eyes and pinning them to the ground. That was a lot easier to do when your opponent is weakened and can barely see through the tears and the sting of blood in his eyes, easy enough that even the relatively small and weak dalmatian can hold the powerful seal's hands down.

Through the burning, salty haze, the only thing the wounded man could make out was the sadistic smile on his tormentor's face, but beyond sight, there was so much more. Her hot breaths as she exhaled with each downward stroke to the base of his cock. The sensation of her tight teen pussy biting at his shaft. Her hands forcing his back to the ground. And, of course, her voice mocking his resistance

"What's the matter?" She asked, "Not as into blood and scratching as ya thought, huh? Don't pick fights you have no intention of finishing, you dumb bitch, it's a good way to get your ass kicked by my pussy!" she taunted, riding his cock like a galloping pony. Her ass hit his balls on the downstroke every time, and making him groan at the pain of her pussy. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to outlast her this time, he prayed he could, but there was no way that was going to happen if he didn't get her off of his cock, stop this painful, yet powerful riding of his pre-dripping shaft.

It was reaching the home stretch. Now it was a fight of pure stamina, a fight in which one of them was going to last longer. Her galloping ride was just as bad for her stamina as holding her legs up was for his, but at the same time, it was just as effective at decimating his resistance. He felt, or at least hoped, that she was as close as he was, but even if she was, this position was one that would only end in him creaming her cunny. His only hope was for her to keep bouncing at the same breakneck pace.

She must have realized that too, since she screwed herself all the way to the base of his cock, and rested there. He could tell from the way her muscles fluttered inside (as if the cum deposited by her previous conquests wasn't enough of a giveaway) that under normal circumstances, this tight cunt was the type that could blow a man's mind without its owner even shaking her hips. It was only his girth and her exhaustion from the torture he'd put her through that stopped her from bringing the full force of her sexual power to bare against his stiffened shaft.

Not that that was the only weapon in her arsenal. Even without the advantage of cockmauling cunt manipulations, being hilted in her wasn't much easier to handle than being rapidly ridden. It might even be worse, even though his orgasm wasn't growing at the same rate that it had been before, it was still growing, while all she had to do was a little hip-shaking and squeezing to make him pop his cork.

She thought of herself as the alpha of this gym, the top sexfighter in school, at the very minimum, a woman who left men hunched over clutching their bulges with just a flash of her panties (particularly after meeting her in bed, when that reaction came not in anticipation, but an instinctive sexual submission, their cocks shooting out cum in immediate surrender to avoid another one sided ravaging.) It was infuriating, but even worse than that, it was true, since challenging her was leaving even the alpha coach in tears beneath her pussy's crushing force.

He couldn't let that happen. She had him in tears already. He was dreadfully close to being left in his own cum as well by the vicious young slut. If his cock fell, so would fall the only chance of ending her sadistic pussy's reign of terror. He yanked his wrist free from her slender fingers and lashed out at her, quite literally blindly, and caught a lucky smash of his fist into her side.

She let out a loud oof, bending double over his fist and collapsing on his chest. His hands now freed, he reached up to grab her head and pull her down into an aggressive kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, as he tried to pump his hips up underneath her. With her head pulled this close, he could finally see into her eyes through the fog of blood, sweat, and tears. Her glare was as furious as his was, furious at being defied, furious that every time it looked like he was about to give in, he found a second wind. He felt the same about her. The fight was closing in on the home stretch, and he wasn't sure that either of them still had the strength to even switch positions, much less drive their opponent into what would undoubtedly be one of the hardest and hottest orgasms of either of their lives.

He tasted the cum that dripped out of her mouth into his own as his tongue battered hers. He felt her shuddering, groaning, and sweating on top of him. He finally saw that she was closer to orgasm than he'd predicted, as close as he was if not closer. He had no doubt the fight would come down to positioning, and with both of them so weakened, it would come down to whether or not he had the strength to switch it one last time before it ended.

Her pussy muscles seemed intent on denying him the chance to do that. Her rage and exhaustion were obvious, but her sexual skill never faltered. Every member of his gymnastics team had busted his nut in her, and the little teen bitch was intent on finally adding the teacher to her cummy collection. His retired sexfighter cock was fighting a losing battle against a still developing alpha cunt. Five years ago, he'd have left her in the dust. Five years from now, she'd have pulled out three orgasms and had him rapidly tapping her hips to submit. Today, they took each other to the limit.

Unfortunately for him, it was pure biology. Sexfighters came in all shapes and sizes, frequently literally, and the upper leagues were full of moves and countermoves that put any fighter on equal footing. He knew the strategies, but this wasn't the upper levels. This was a horny cock that had been worn out by hard, hot fights for longer than he cared to remember, buried in a tight young twat that pulsed and suckled away his manhood. In his prime, he could have taken it, but now he was buried in the cum of the other cocks that had been beaten by this highschool bully. In here- in her - It was survival of the fittest, and no cock had proved fit to stop her pussy's creamy rampage.

She grabbed his head, and pushed it back as the old man fought a losing battle against teen pussy. Her tongue dragged along his neck, and she whispered in his ear.

"Yeah, that's it, big boy. Cream my cunt. Drop the act then drop your load in my tight twat. I don't need you getting in my way. Mmm, tried to play hero, but your cock's just like every other. A toy for my pussy, and once their so called protector gives up his cream, I'll ride the rest of these toys until they break."

That was right. He wasn't just trying to fight for himself. He was resisting that cunt for the rest of his charges. The little bitch had been too dangerous for too long, leaving his boys exhausted and covered in cum anytime she wanted. That was why he was here after all. He grabbed her, putting her on her back and beginning a final desperate fuck from the top. Even if he wasn't going to win, he was going to go down humping.

He didn't pump her like a sexfighter. There was no science or skill. He fucked her dripping pussy like a caffeinated rabbit, the squelches of her juices (and his charges) echoed through the room. Her legs spread wide to accommodate every inch of manhood he pounded into her. She growled and reached for his chest to try to stop his cock's last stand.

"Stop it!" She sounded like the teen bitch she was now, "Stop it! Ahhhh!"

His head pressed to her chest, he could hear the sound of her heart beating rapidly in her chest. His was pounding just as hard and fast. That, and the sound of his own exhausted panting as he raced the clock to avoid creaming himself inside her like the cocks whose cum now acted as lube for the next poor cock foolish enough to try to fight the custom built cream machine this bitch had between her legs. Even with her gasps of pleasure getting higher, his own cock bulged as her pummeling walls begged it to join its fallen brothers and leave its humiliating offering to her temple.

"I... Said..." She growled, "STOP!"

She clenched down on his cock, and his rabbit-thrusts were stopped in their tracks. He went from desperate battling to trapped inside her. He couldn't move his hips. The muscles in her cunt held firm. His cock's last stand was over. He'd beaten a lot of tight pussies, but never one that could pull out the Mare's Trick and stop all momentum. He was fighting for the safety of the boys on his team, but not even that was going to allow him victory inside her. Now the sloshing of her juices was gone, and all he could hear was the pounding of his heart as the teenage temptress held him still with merely her cock-creaming kegel crunch. The powerful man shuddered as he racked his brain for an escape plan and came up empty,as empty as his balls would be if he couldn't pull away from her.

"Alright, there we go." She mocked the exhausted man, her cum coated hand stroking his cheek, rubbing the seed of the boys he was failing to save from sexual humiliation into his cheek. Her hands brushed aside a new set of tears he didn't even realize had started to fall from his cheek. His desperate last stand was stopped cold. His bulging manhood was weeping more heavily than he was, and could only buckle down and prepare for her pussy's counterattack. She adjusted her hips, screwed herself down to the base, her cute round ass pushing his balls aside, and began an unmanning assault of long, slow milking motions along the length of his shaft.

"Ngggyyaaaahhh! Gyaaahhhhhgg! Gaaaahhhhhnnnnggg!" He bellowed as her pussy tormented his cock. His muscles shook and shuddered under the attack, and he yelled like a wounded bull. It was simultaneously the most incredible and horrific experience of his life. Her pussy spread long squeezes up his cock, and dragged spurts of precum out like toothpaste from a nearly empty tube. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

She raised his chin, looking up at him as tears stung his eyes, her sadistic smile one of the few things that he could still see. "That's it. Cream me. Do it, you fucking whore." She jammed him into her as her pussy massaged the hell out of his cock. His tears stung his cheeks. A second later, her slap did even more.

"The only thing your fucking dick is good for is feeding me and my pussy a morning dose of protein. I can feel your balls squirting your disgusting slime into your shaft from here, now lose it like every other man does and I can get back to creaming the boys. Ya know, ya can actually make a man cum so much he's permanently drained? I'll castrate your whole team in front of you right out of their weak little dicks, you bitch, then make my little eunuch boys bring me the rest of this school's cocks to enslave. My cunt's gonna crush the stamina of every man here until they treat me like their queen. I'm going to have a whole school full of terrified pussy whipped slaves, and all because you're too much of a pervert to hold your load in me, you bitch!"

She was right about one thing. Only clenching down on his kegel muscles was keeping the cum from spraying into her like a firehose. He raised his hand, and slammed it down on her throat. He could feel his shaft swelling with cum that was about to explode out of his cock and fulfill her prophecy of total cunt-driven domination. His mouth hanging open in an O, he leaned on her throat, and felt her juices flutter and squirt out. On the edge of his rope, he fought her pussy as the last man standing between her and an entire school's worth of shuddering cuntslaves too scared to stand up to her less they have their penises pummeled and ripped apart between her lower lips.

His stamina wasn't what it once was, but he still had some of the knowledge from his days. She was closer than she was willing to admit. She was every bit as close to orgasm as he was. The battle teetered on an edge, pure willpower the only deciding factor. The will to conquer and control, versus the will to protect. Only one could succeed, and whichever warrior took the initiative would be the one to leave here victorious. With his cock pulsing and ready to cream its conqueror, her muscles still massaging and grinding away at his resistance as her power-pussy prepared to gush its defeat, tears in both sexfighter's eyes... The next overburdened fuckfighter to act would win. The warriors readied for a knockout blow.

She was fast. He was faster. Her hand went for his ass, but his got out first. He gave her ass a hard slap and that was all it took to send her over. She screamed as her orgasm started. Her pussy went wild on his cock, a wet earthquake of grinding muscles with his cock trapped between the tectonic plates of the dalmatian's walls. He fought with all he had to just get through her orgasm, to last through the way her cumming cuntwalls battered him, the way her body bucked beneath him, every one jamming him deeper into her until he started to wonder how deep her pussy could get.

He was too exhausted (and aroused) to pull out of her at this stage. His cock was bathed in the cumming conqueress's juices. She'd taken him to the limit. Now, he had to survive her orgasm, normally an easy task for a dominant sexfighter, but a man whose balls were twitching and bucking with cum that fought to get out and get out NOW, that was like summiting Mount Everest in jeans and a t-shirt. He had won, but it had taken a toll on his manhood to do so, a toll that could be measured in the strain on his face as her pussy gushed and spasmed around his cock. Her fluids stained his hips, and the closeness of his orgasm almost turned his cock into a vibrator, with how eager it was to start shooting out its cream in her tight young cunt.

Her muscles went wild on his cock, urging it to start cumming, but he needed to prove to her and to anyone else watching that he was the true victor of their erotic contest. Her hips jammed themselves up to his, mashing his back as she twisted her body uncontrollably against his cock. He was driven to nearly collapse on her body by the sheer effort it took not to start up his own orgasm into that wild, wet hole that twisted and shook, like his cock was stuck in a too tight sock in a washing machine set to warm, tossed around in her clenching muscled cunt, until finally, she started to slow down to a stop.

The orgasmic gushing concluded, he finally allowed himself to collapse over her smaller body. He hadn't cum, soon he was sure he would, but for now he allowed himself to savor his victory over the teen tormentress that had terrorized his team. His hips mashed up against hers, and he took long, deep breaths, head beside hers, heart thumping in his chest. The heat of her body pressed against his, he could feel the beating of her heart as well, both of them exhausted like marathon runners after that close battle between stud and slut. Only a fraction of a second had been the difference between him forcing her to accept his terms of submission, and her laughing and crowing over her ability to overwhelm even this former champion stud.

She was finished, and he somehow still had his seed. It was hard to believe or even understand how that was possible, but he had outlasted her. He had outlasted a wild whirlwind of cunt-juicing and cock-crushing kegels, to come out the other side as the victor. He had to be happy that he had won. He knew too well that no other cock in the school, perhaps in the whole country, would have been able to withstand the power of her pussy. He had, by the skin of his teeth, survived, and kept his cum throughout her orgasm as well. If he hadn't, well... Then the best hope the men of the school would have had was lost.

He took a moment to breathe deeply, chest pressed down on her. That had been too close. Even now, if her pussy gave so much as an errant twitch, he knew the cum would gush out. He couldn't pull out too soon. Doing that would mean subjecting his cock to the muscles of that man eating tunnel, and blasting over her chest. He wasn't sure he could stay conscious through the orgasm that would drive into his body, much less keep his cum in that pressure. Even broken down, her pussy walls were dangerous.

He still watched, muscles tense, for a sign of resistance from her body. It was hard to believe he had managed to bring her down. Even now he half expected the mighty bitch to crush down on his cock and finish him off.

No response. Her eyes weren't closed, but they stared up at the ceiling, unblinking. He gave her a slap across the cheek, almost experimentally, to see if it would provoke a response.

"Ahhhhhh...." All he got was a low groan, the sound of a broken bitch, no different from any other that he had crushed in his day. He did it again, more power, slapping her head to the side and watching saliva flow from her mouth like a viscous waterfall, forming a pool on the ground. That one didn't even get a groan. Just heavy, heated breaths. It had been all he could handle. No, it had been MORE than he could handle, more than any man alive could handle. Yet, somehow, he had done it. He was still a champion, still, the greatest stud. She had been the greatest slut he'd ever challenged... But now, she was nothing but a broken whore with juices dripping from her pussy, like all the rest.

"Guhhh..." He slapped her again, so hard her cheek stung his palm, just for the joy of watching her collapse. A stronger, more held together woman would have cried out, but he had fucked her brains out, broke her to pieces, shattered her will and not even his most brutal slap drew more from her than a broken sigh. A cruel smile on his lips, he pulled himself out. Freeing his cock at last from the clenches of her destructive pussy. It pulled free with a loud 'Pop!' and a backed up mountain of feminine juices gushed out of her again like a shook-up soda can. His cock was free, and, somehow, for now, in control as well.

Now his smile was almost grim. He'd done it. He'd won. Destroyed the greatest bitch he'd ever fucked, possibly the greatest bitch any man ever could fuck. It was almost a pity to see such a purely powerful creature collapsed beneath him like a great tower reduced to rubble.

"AH~!" Her body bucked and she gasped a few seconds after he removed himself, shaking and slamming her own head to the mat. His cock had crushed her so hard that it had taken time for her to realize what the earlier slap had done, and only now was she able to process and react to it.

"GAH~!" She cried out again, another, harder buck. Her arms and legs twitched, then fell still. The only hint that there was any sentience at all was the look of hatred in her eyes, and the fact that, despite her muscles lying limp, she could still follow him with her stare. She might still be conscious, but she looked like he'd fucked her into locked-in syndrome.

And he'd know what that looked like. It had been a long time since he had done it, a long time since he'd felt the power of crushing a woman to dust with his dick, but it was all coming back to him. A sense of dominance that he'd long ago put behind him.

He hadn't done this for years. He might never again. But it was nice of the vile bitch to give him one last ride as a cunt killer, one last slut with a mind to break, one last whore to fuck until the sensations from her pussy overwhelmed not only her body but all her motor functions until she couldn't even lift a paw.

He'd destroyed her. She wasn't a woman now, just a lump of bone and flesh with vestigial consciousness it would be kinder to have left her without. She might recover. She might not. Fortunately, the bitch had given him plenty of reason not to care either way. If she didn't, it was one less monster in the world. If she did, well... Perhaps he hadn't had his last time after all.

He walked up to her face, crouched down, cock so engorged that it looked likely to burst from the internal pressure and so red you would be forgiven for thinking it already had. He gave another slap, demeaning the once-proud slut.

"Guess I don't gotta hold you to the terms of the bet," he said, as he rose to his feet, "Ya not gonna be able to milk dick like this for a while. I'd say I hope you recover but, truth is, I really don't," he laughed as he rolled his shoulders. She did nothing. He gave her head a light kick.

"Any brains in there, or is that what's dripping off your lips?" He asked, pressing his foot against her mouth.

"Ffkkkkkk... Oooooo..." The vague sounds were all she could make, but they were enough.

"You tried," he said simply, "You couldn't."

"I... Ohhhhhhh..." She answered. Tears dripped from the corner of her eyes to join the saliva on her ground, and her tongue flopped from her lips and pressed against his toe to give a defeated, worshipful lick.

"You know your place now," he told her. He wasn't sure if she registered the words, but her tears flowed faster when he said it and he could have sworn that he saw the slightest hint of a nod. Maybe it was there. Maybe it wasn't. Again, it didn't matter. She was broken, and his team was safe.

He gave another kick to the side of her head and watched it flop the other way, letting him see the back of her head, where sweat matted down her dark hair. She was too exhausted for words, too helpless to speak, and he couldn't see her eyes but he would swear that he saw her ears lower with what could only be disappointment at being no longer allowed to worship the stud who broke her, no longer able to see his glorious cock.

"You might want to make sure you get control of your limbs back in the next few hours. Team's going to be here for practice early, and if you can't move by then I'm just gonna label your pussy as stamina training equipment," he let out a grim laugh as he turned to walk towards the showers, "Not that it's gonna be a threat to anyone's stamina in that state, not for a few months anyway. Wish I could say sorry, but I'm not. It's your own damn fault for getting in a fight with me. I'm done here. Lock up when you leave."

His laugh was louder now. "Or don't," he added, "And let coyotes or common criminals break in and rape you again. Doesn't make much of a difference to me. I'm gonna wash up, and get out of your life. And word of advice?" He turned back to her, "If you ever figure out how to walk again... Stay out of mine."

He thought he heard a sob, but it could have been his imagination. His ears were still ringing from the effort he'd put into the pumping fuckwar, and what he thought had been her could have been just the sound of blood rushing in his ears, heart still pumping at double speed. As much as he hated to admit it, he almost hoped she would ignore his advice, if only because she was the only bitch he'd met since he'd pulled away from the game he didn't feel like crap when he thought about crushing.

He strode into the gym's showers, coated in both warrior's combined sweat and juices. He still showered here, after jogging with the teams, running drills, or just staying late and wanting to avoid his son complaining about the smell when he got home. The kid was at the age where he was starting to think he was better than his old man. Heh. If only he could see his old man now.

He'd used the facilities since his last fight, of course, but they were different like this, different when you knew the smell was a result of conquest rather than just a day's work, and the blood, sweat, tears, and other fluids you'd be washing out weren't entirely yours. After a match like that, the showers weren't just a convenient place to clean, they were a victory lap, a punctuation point, the pedestal where you stood to receive your medal, and the lights going up after the actors took their bow. Once you washed it all off, it was finally over. You'd go into them a god, shining with the glory of battle. You left them a man, your divinity behind you, but ready to seize it again.

Not this time. It was time for his last shower as a god. Back in the day, he'd sometimes avoid it until the last minute before bed, just to preserve the feeling a little longer. He thought about doing it now, but no. The kid would complain. Sure, he might be an adult now, at least on paper, same as the slut he just fucked, but still. He needed a father, not a god.

He turned on the shower and let the drops of water hit. Hot water, sure, but it still felt like cool rain on a hot summer day, refreshing and pure. The water rolled down his body, over his shoulders, across his broad back, with its huge but aching muscles, down his massive pecs, rolling down his rock-hard abs, cutting between them like a river whose branches split between ancient gorges, and then rejoined on the other side to become a mighty flow again, that poured along his pelvis and then rushed down and over... His...

Oh. Oh no.

Oh "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

He'd realized the mistake just before the water touched his shaft, and reached out to turn off the shower, but by then it was too late and the heavy flow was already making its way to his cock. He let out the longest, loudest orgasmic cry of his life as his cum exploded against the wall. The battle had ended, but the army wasn't even ready to return to camp, much less resume training. The blast of cum hit the concrete wall of the shower so hard that chips fell from it like a bullet. 'Cumshot' wasn't even an applicable word, even 'Cumcannon' didn't work. Both of those implied some finality, like cum would blast and then return and then blast again. This was more of a cum gatling. Pleasure poured over every inch of his body, muscles tensing and flexing under the force. His cock looked less like an orgasming dick and more like a milk-powered water drill as it splashed against the wall. And then, somehow, it got even more intense, his cock muscles bucking a little, and his cum shooting out so hard the force pushed his hips back like a kid trying to hold onto a garden hose. In his exhausted state, he couldn't regain his balance and he fell to the ground, splashing into the surprisingly even mix of shower water and seed that flowed to the ground, and watched in shock as his cum now spurted directly up in the air, twenty feet to the extended ceiling, and then spread along it like water on a roof, before raining back down on him like some sort of protein-filled milk-storm.

"OHHHH... OH GAHHHHHHHD!" He cried out, hips bucking so high in the air he looked like he was trying to put on some sort of twisted modern dance display, as cum rained back on his body, stinging his eyes and staining his coat, making him look less like he'd won an incredible victory and more like he had just suffered the most humiliating defeat in fuckfighter history. His hips pumped high in the air and cum shot so hard that an errant twitch broke the waterproof glass of a high hanging light bulb and shorted it out, creating a cascade that plunged him into darkness, alone on the tiled floor with nothing but himself, quarts of cum, and the most awesome, destructive orgasm in feline history pulsing through him.

He couldn't tell how long he lay there, pouring out seed in an unending high pressure stream, but it was long enough he couldn't help wondering if he'd pissed off some vengeful god and was suffering their curse, or perhaps her hand had struck first, the result had given him an aneurysm, and his punishment for a life of sexual sadism was an eternity of unending orgasm. He didn't know how long it took before he passed out, or even if he did at all. Perhaps he'd just closed his eyes in the dark and waited in the hellish pleasure until enough time had passed that either he could regain control, or his alarm clock would wake him up from the nightmare of pleasure.

There was no alarm, but he felt the heat of the sun through the high-set windows of the shower. He tried to open his eyes. He failed. The cum that had coated him had dried and sealed them shut like glue. He had to raise his hands ( no easy feat with how they stuck to the floor) to pull them open, and blink in the sun. The angle of the sun's rays told him that he'd not only lain there through the night, but most of the next day as well. His orgasm had ended now, or at least, died down by comparison. Seed still dripped from the tip, but at least it now resembled a leaky faucet and not a firehose. Nearly a half inch of cum covered the floor of a shower room designed for a whole football team. He groaned, and, after a few splashing (or at least, slushing) false starts, he staggered to his feet, and stumbled out of the showers, through the empty gym, and to his office. He caught a glimpse of himself in the full length mirror of the weight room on the way in. With the sticky substance matting his coat and forming the fur into spikes, he looked less like a gym coach and more like some sort of horror movie monster, albeit one from a film with more passion than budget.

The Creature from the Milk Lagoon didn't so much sit down as he did fall into his chair, and then nearly overbalance and fall out of it onto his back, before catching himself on the desk.

"Ugghhhhhh..." He groaned, wondering how long it had been, how he would explain this to his son. The shower rooms would be out of order, and as for the smell, well... Sure, the kid said he smelled like a pigsty, but he doubted that meant he would have preferred a brothel. Then again, he'd prefer the kid being stuck in a bad house than in that bitch's pussy, so at least one of them got what they wanted.

It took several seconds before he realized the ringing was coming from his phone instead of his ears, and picked it up.

"Bleeeeeggghhhh..." He grunted, and coughed up cum that formed a bubble on his lips before bursting and spilling on his desk like uncared for morning coffee. "Ugh. Hello?" He asked, eyes half lidded as much from the difficulty of opening them any more with that much cum on his flesh as they were from exhaustion.

"Daniel! Hello~!" The perky voice on the other end was familiar, it took a second for him to place it, and remember the sound of the dalmatian's mother.

"Yes. What." He spoke gruffly, partly from dislike of her daughter, and partly from the effort it would take to say anymore.

"Now, I know you're probably very tired right now, so I'm going to make this quick. I came by the school this morning and saw what had happened. I know, I know, you had to do it. Trust me, I'm not mad, I had pretty much figured out what happened. Don't worry, I'm not going to press charges for the whole 'sex with your students' thing, it's fine. You know I don't handle things like that."

"I what," he grunted. 'Forgiving' had never been a word he would have used for her.

"Now now, Daniel, don't be like that. You know me, I would never try to get you in trouble. It's all taken care of. I just called in the nurse to give her a hand. Some EMTs came, and they took her to the hospital. I would have asked them to check on you, but, well, you looked like you were having SO much fun in there."

He grunted again, not really able to form a response.

"Look, the doctor says she's going to survive, and probably even walk eventually. So don't worry about that. As long as my daughter's still alive, everything's fine. Better than fine, in fact. I'm taking care of everything. In fact, seeing as you were so busy, I took it upon myself to offer your son a ride home."

His muscles tensed, and he opened his mouth to speak, but she continued.

"No, no, no need to thank me, really, it's the least I could do. Anyway, tiiiiiiiny problem. I took a wrong turn, and it looks like we ended up at that old campsite. You remember it, the one where you retired me? That one. Thing is, my car stalled out, so it looks like we're stuck here. So, soon as you feel up to it, why don't you come out here and pick us up. I know it's a long drive, but don't worry, I'm sure we'll think of something to do. He's such a... Virile young boy, isn't he? Hope he takes after his father. At least anatomically."

Her voice grew low, and cold as ice, "I know I can't take you, you son of a bitch, but I can sure as hell hurt you. I'm not going to do anything to you you haven't done to me, but if you hurry, you might find the kid in tears instead of a coma. Hope you trained your son as well as I trained my daughter. The boy is mine, it's just a matter of how many pieces I leave you to pick up. So get to the car, and have a nice fucking day."

The phone clicked. He grabbed his keys from the desk and ran to the car without even bothering to put on clothes.

He sure wasn't going to shower. No need. Turned out his son needed a god after all.