Futanari Sexfighting World Ch. 02

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*ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF 18. ANY SIMILARITIES WITH REAL LIFE INDIVIDUALS ARE PURE COINCIDENCE AND NOT INTENTIONAL.*

Usually, during the afternoon, Wendy could be found in her college gym practicing Sexfighting along with a sizable portion of the student body. However, on that particular rainy day, she decided, as she would frequently do, to skip training and set some time apart to catch up with her dear friend Chloe. The two futanari met up at their usual spot: a bench near the port where they could share their favorite drinks while swapping stories and enjoying the ocean view. Though, this time around, as they sat in awkward silence for long moments, the steely water reflected the troubled thoughts of both futas. While looking at her friend’s slanted figure underneath the umbrella, Wendy gathered the courage necessary to finally address her:

“Chloe, just speak up already. It’s obvious that’s something’s wrong and you know I’m terrible at picking up on hints. You know how it is: if it’s about me then I’ll correct it; if it’s about you then we’ll work on it and if it’s about some bitch trying to bother you then I’ll just take care of it.”

Chloe visibly flinched at her friend’s remark:

“NO! no… – See, that’s exactly the problem. I decided long ago that I would abstain; that I would not get mixed up in a world of perversion and depravity. But I made that choice fully aware of the consequences; I was ready for them. I knew that I would get bothered and threatened and looked down upon and I didn’t mind. What I do care about Wendy, is being a burden to you, what I care about is becoming the reason your reputation gets hurt, or worse. During that last match, I almost believed you were going to lose and the pressure on my chest was just too much to bear.”

Wendy’s eyes softened as she heard her friend’s words of concern:

“Chloe, you know that if I step in, I also do it while fully aware of the possible consequences. I do it because I want to and I actively enjoy fighting for someone I care about. So you don’t have to feel responsible for my actions.”

At that point Chloe lifted up her umbrella, allowing the two futanari’s eyes to meet:

“But what if I do? What if I can’t help it? What if I feel like you’re too good of a person and I don’t deserve you? What if I want to feel like… like I could stand by your side instead of looking at you from afar?”

Feeling her heart skip a beat, Wendy hesitated:

“But Chloe you…”

But she was cut off.

“Teach me.”

“Huh?”

Quiet settled among the two friends as the raindrops gradually began to vanish.

“I… I wouldn’t mind it as long as it’s with you. Plus, you said you wanted to tutor me many times before, right? It’s not like I want to participate in any leagues or clubs or whatever, but at least I would like to know enough so that I could take care of my business on my own.”

Wendy once again stuttered:

“But Chloe, there’s no need…”

However, upon seeing the determination in her friend’s eyes under the light that now pierced through the clouds, the redhead understood and cut her sentence short.

“Alright then, I’ll teach you. Come with me, I have the perfect place for our lessons in mind.”

Chloe was surprised as she recognized every corner and landmark along the route her friend was guiding her through, which culminated, appropriately enough, at the doorstep of her own home. The shy girl let out a chuckle:

“You know, when you mention some mysterious ‘perfect place’ I’m kind of going to expect something more spectacular than the house I’ve been to countless times.”

Wendy smiled in return:

“You’ll understand why soon enough.”

As they stepped through the threshold of the redhead’s home, Chloe was reminded of kütahya escort just how massive it was in all aspects. Wendy was not necessarily a member of the elite, but she surely qualified on paper. Both her parents had been legendary Futanari that competed on the national level at Sexfighting tournaments and fell in love while they were still professionals. As the two friends went through the door of Wendy’s room, Chloe was met with an unusual sight: the furniture had been moved to make space, a mat had been set up in the center of the floor and one of Wendy’s parents was standing by, seemingly waiting their arrival.

Charlotte, formerly known as “The Crimson Sword” had a body that was excessive in all areas: standing at a gargantuan 1.93m, she had F-cup breasts, muscular arms and legs, a large butt and a mane of hair that was somehow more abundant than that of Wendy’s and also darker in color. Despite her age, she was very well kept and maintained a good amount of youthful vigor both in spirit and body; a fact rendered evident by the rather menacing looking bulge in her pants. The former Sexfighter greeted both Futanari with unbridled enthusiasm:

“Chloe, it’s been far too long! It’s so nice to see you again! And what an occasion for us to reunite! My darling texted me all the details and I made sure to get things ready on my end, so feel free to go to your heart’s content. Being able to witness the birth of a new Sexfighter is quite a privilege indeed, especially at my age.”

Chloe turned to her friend for an explanation, which she promptly got:

“It’s impossible to Sexfight outside of certified institutions without proper paperwork and oversight. But, it just so happens that the former national champ here is registered as a special official and is authorized to oversee unsanctioned matches. It’s the easiest and most convenient way for us to go at it without an audience.”

Chloe then felt calmer, realizing how considerate her friend and her family were being. She politely thanked them before both Futanari began undressing. Wendy tried but failed miserably to hide her excitement at witnessing her friend’s naked figure. It was a rare sight even for her.

Chloe was relatively short, standing at 1.63m, and beyond that most of her characteristics could be defined as… ‘perfectly average’: average figure, average B-cup breasts, average butt, average hips, average musculature… even her rod, which was completely limp likely due to the nerves, was of average size. Yet, to Wendy, every one of her friend’s traits was perfect and she wouldn’t have changed a single one of them.

After awkwardly removing her clothes and bringing herself to stand before Wendy, the weight of the disparity between the two fully dawned on Chloe. It was one thing to look at that incredible body from afar during her matches, but being face to face, breast to breast and member to member, it was impossible to deny how threatening Wendy’s aura was. Chloe’s resolve wavered:

“So… what are we meant to do now?”

Wendy slightly chuckled at her friend’s remark:

“Well, normally, I would already have you on the ground, bent into some very uncomfortable position and making you moan, but since you’re a beginner in this scenario, I’m going to let you have the first move.”

Chloe’s hands hesitated. Being given a limitless amount of options to start with, she was overwhelmed as all of them seemed to be the wrong one. Her friend’s majestic tits and those perky nipples, the very same ones Tiffany had tried and failed to conquer, practically taunted her as Wendy’s breathing made them move in steady rhythm. Her friend’s pussy, which was never claimed by any other fighter, was too obvious of a target. Then, there was Wendy’s thick cock, which had ravaged countless futanari, fucking escort kütahya them into submission and turning them into drooling sluts that craved nothing more than to be filled up. The shy girl was practically paralyzed as a number of terrible scenarios ran through her head. Noticing her discomfort, Wendy tried to break the tension with a sly remark:

“You know, if you don’t do something quick I’ll end up falling asleep here.”

Motivated by her desire to meet her friend’s expectations, Chloe threw caution to the wind and practically pounced on the redhead, locking her lips and trying to hold her body still in a way that resembled the strategy she had used against Tiffany. Naturally, a veteran fighter like Wendy took note of this, and after allowing herself to enjoy Chloe’s embrace and taste her lips for a few moments, she noted:

“Ohh, very nice. Acquiring techniques by watching and copying the moves of a superior fighter is a very valuable strategy. However…”

In a flash, Chloe’s world was twisted as colors seemed to bend together in a flurry of movement which somehow ended up with her lying on her back with her legs raised and her feet hooked underneath the redhead’s armpits; completely exposing her weak spots while allowing her no chance to retaliate. Wendy began softly massaging her friend’s inner thighs with long, drawn out movements that made her shudder with desire as she continued her explanation:

“…You should remember that an aggressive strategy will always be high risk and high reward. If you don’t know exactly how to block your opponent’s movements, then it’s best to be defensive and focus on keeping yourself standing while attacking your adversary’s erogenous zones, speaking of which…”

Wendy then lowered her head and allowed Chloe to feel her breathing on her womanhood’s defenseless lips, eliciting a soft moan from her as the feeling of vulnerability and anticipation clouded her mind. Wendy continued:

“Futanari have a great amount of weak points to exploit. You should always be aware of all your options, such as the inner thigh…” Chloe then ran her palm through her friend’s leg in methodical, circular movements that teased her most sensitive spots, causing Chloe to let out a soft gasp. The shy girl had never noticed just how sensitive her legs could be, but at that point, the sensation being ignited by Wendy’s dexterous fingers seemed to extend beyond her thigh and into her stomach and pussy, causing her torso to shudder involuntarily.

“The penis is a symbol of dominance, so if you want to stimulate it and remain on the offence, you should focus on forceful movements” Chloe then suddenly began to vigorously pump her friend’s shaft. In contrast with her previous, gentle motions, she was now launching a relentless assault that combined pleasure with a fare share of pain. Despite her building arousal, Chloe understood the meaning in her friend’s words as she felt the sense of humiliation and submission that came with pain being inflicted on her cock: it was a complex mixture of indignation, resentment, but also slight masochism, as a small part of her desired the stimulus to continue even at the cost of her pride.

“The vagina is instead a symbol of submission. Many common strategies and approaches in Sexfighting are based around gaining clean access to this area, but I’m sure even you were aware of that.” As she finished speaking, Wendy lowered her head and without hiding her eagerness, she allowed her tongue to finally explore her friend’s Womanhood. The technique of an experienced fighter, mixed with the redhead’s personal enthusiasm, quickly proved to be too much as Wendy’s mouth went completely berserk on Chloe’s pussy. She went as deep as possible, licked her labia, sucked the love nectar out, assaulted the clitoris kütahya escort bayan with focused motions and soft bites and even managed to find and aggressively rubbed Chloe’s G-spot like a hook. By the time the redhead fully came to her senses, she noticed a stream of cum dropping from her friend’s phallus and into her stomach as Chloe was letting out her voice in desperate moans.

Quickly, Wendy got back to her feet, feeling a bit guilty as she looked at the shy girl contorting on the mat. Indeed, as much experience as a futanari might gather throughout many matches, at the end of the day Sexfighting was a battle of instinct just as much as it was one of strategy. Thus, it was practically impossible for two futanari engaged in combat to suppress their primal urges for sexual conquest, and they would often allow the dynamic of dominance and submission to dictate the pace of events.

Deciding to make things even, Wendy allowed Chloe some time to recuperate and then lay down on the mat. “Go on, since I gave you a briefing on regular ways to attack, it’s only fair I give you a second shot to assault any part of my body you’d like.”

Without uttering a word, Chloe crawled toward Wendy’s prone figure and then, in a single motion, without hesitation she…

“!”

She took in Chloe’s entire length into her mouth.

Bobbing her head like a piston, Chloe’s lips made sloppy sounds as they dragged through her friend’s throbbing shaft. Wendy was taken aback by her friend’s approach, to say the very least:

“Didn’t you hear me before? The penis is supposed to be *ah* dominated *ooh*”

Despite Wendy’s words ringing true to her conventional Sexfighting knowledge, she also couldn’t deny the effect that Chloe’s blowjob was having on her. A blowjob was meant to be one of the ultimate symbols of submission; in some instances it was even common for a defeated futanari to perform a cleanup blowjob on the winner’s cock. However, right then, Wendy felt her energy being sapped as the previously meek girl seemingly improved her technique on the act: her tongue focused on the sensitive areas of the head while she suckled right on the entrance of the urethra, practically begging the member for release.

Before long, Wendy began moaning, as she noticed that, despite everything, her pride was being affected by the stimulus on her dick, which was forcing her to let out her voice and was causing her arms and legs to lightly tremble. Eventually, just as quickly as the blowjob began, Chloe put an end to it and lifted her face; a stream of pre-cum and saliva extending from Wendy’s mast in the process. The previously meek girl then took firm hold of the redhead’s thighs, pulled them apart, and in the space between Wendy looked in disbelief as she saw that Chloe’s fully erect length was massive. For the first time in a long while, probably since she had begun Sexfighting, Wendy felt fear underneath her opponent. Chloe lined up her cock with Wendy’s entrance, but before she could move any further, the redhead retaliated almost on instinct, wrapping her legs around Chloe’s neck and turning her body around to knock her down.

Then, with her feet, Wendy took hold of Chloe’s monstrous member and massaged it, this time with full intention of making her cum. Though she would have hated to admit it, the redhead’s pride was slightly hurt and it showed as her footjob was rough and violent: she stepped and pressed on her opponent’s mast, punished her balls and used her toes to stimulate the head with quick movements. Before long, Chloe finally popped as a second, and this time quite substantial amount of seed released from her crotch and it seemed the struggle had taken a toll on her as she fainted after the orgasm.

Still a bit shook, Wendy looked down at her erect cock and gently rubbed her womanhood, perhaps wondering what could have been. Charlotte was also completely stunned at the scene and couldn’t manage to get a word out. After a long pause, the redhead approached her passed down friend, patted her on the head and wondered, aloud:

“Where the hell did that come from?”

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