Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2016 18:53:32 +0100
From: Eduardo Garcia <valisdick@yandex.com>
Subject: Nat meets Sigourney

Nat Meets Sigourney
by valisdick_yandex.com

Nat had been dating Sigourney, the cock-fighting champion, since the night
she had taken over Laura, the cutie girl with the python prick. The
gruelling marathon match, another epic night at the Atomic Kittens, took
from everyone in the audience nearly as much energy as from the battling
chicks on stage.

Sigourney was a mysterious, sinewy grown woman with a hyper vascular
10-incher. She had all-mighty, up-curved, titanium prick that exhausted
Laura's after five tie-breaks. She had defeated good-looking Laura in every
corner, even stealing supporters from the popular cutie's side. She lacked
the charm, the Greek-style musculature, the blonde mane and the full chest
of her rival. Her locks were sparse, her nose hooked, and her dry hen-skin
wasn't as cheerfully flecked as Laura's. Thick green veins coiled on her
hands down her fingers, sporting one and a half inch long sculptured
nails. Yet the show tonight wasn't a beauty pageant, it was dick-girl war,
and she was the owner of the toughest cock around.

Nat was watching with Belle, who had provided the access card to the
exclusive VIP front row. The girls were so close that they could reach out
and touch the steaming bodies, and be splashed by the juices the dick divas
squirted around during their vicious duel. In fact she swore she could hear
the squashing noises from the stage where the fighters milked one another
to death. Nat was simply paralysed. Her hand was so glued to Belle's that
she had to resort to flexing acrobatics to get full access to her
girlfriend using her free hand.

Thus when the latex gloves of the judge probed Laura's toppled monster and
announced her defeat, most spectators, even those who had entered the
Kittens wearing the ragged, belly-baring, T-shirts of their idol, roared in
support of the new hard-prick Queen. Sigourney stood up, formidable, and
raised her long arms silently. Not a single emotional display. Her awesome
champion was still trapped inside Laura's desperate double-fist lock; its
purple head flashing out undaunted, a survivor of all kinds of vicious
strokes. The vision was burned into Nat's brain later as Sigourney rammed
her with her massive cock, driving her beyond the point of climax over and
over, again and again. With her lower belly still on fire despite Belle's
master finger job, she had gathered the guts to approach the new
champion. She cut through the security check with a familiar wink to the
bouncer, and headed backstage where Sigourney's gang uncorked champagne
bottles to celebrate the title. To her total amazement Sigourney herself,
still fully naked except for a towel perched from her shoulder, had grabbed
her wrist and dragged her inside the lockers, where the party was raging
on. The champion pierced Nat with her metallic, grey eyes.

-So are you real, first row girl? I thought you were a wax dummy because
you didn't move a muscle throughout the whole match.

Nat was offered a drink by a member of Sigourney's crew who was busy
congratulating her by slapping her wide, sweat-drenched back. Another
assistant was professionally working her titanium cock down to human size
with the help of soapy water and a cotton glove. Sigourney raised her cup
to Nat and their eyes locked.

-Cheers.

Gazing intently at each other, both girls finished their glasses with a
single gulp.

-Bobby, please, could you call a taxi for me and our charming guest? - She
commanded, unable to take her eyes away from Nat.



Belle grew more and more jealous about Nat's encounters with Sigourney, the
champion dick-chick. Her psychotic mood betrayed her, and after one failed
exchange she found herself seizing Nat's swan neck and violently asking,
"She gives you more pleasure than I, don't she?" Nat coughed and struggled
for freedom, as Belle came to her senses and apologised. It was then that
the girls decided that they would settle things with a skill test. The two
pretenders would fuck the gorgeous power-girl in turns competing to take
the hardest orgasm out of her worshiped pale body. Taking into account the
proverbial endurance of Nat the clash was going to be an epic one. Belle
knew Nat's pleasure zones better than Nat did herself. Belle's masterful
fingers could make her cum two dozen different ways without even undressing
her, however she didn't feel confident. She knew how much Nat loved cock,
and Sigourney had 10 inches of rock-hard male-hood.

Belle and Nat sat on the centre of the mattress face to face, wearing just
their briefs, while Axel and Sigourney sat leaning against the wall,
spreading Vaseline along their anxious rods. Belle wore black, sporty
lingerie, and had instructed her bed mate to wear tiny skirts and G-strings
that gave her long fingers full access to Nat's tireless sex any time, any
place, with no need of strip off. Nat hated black and wore for the occasion
her favourite electric white G-string, a present from her girlfriend after
one of her warm reconciliations. Belle used her rounded fingers with
trimmed nails as precision tools, pressing the sensitive points inside Nat
with devastating skill; while challenging her pupil with a ferocious look,
punishing her with leg shaking pleasure. Nat retaliated with a straight
attack to the bulbous clit of the brunette. Belle especially loved that,
keeping the blonde cutie just on the edge and watching her soulful attempts
to make her cum first. It was not that Nat was unskilled, but mistress
Belle could stand her caresses with icy mind control for ages, proving to
her who was in charge, juicing her until her own wrists were ribbed with
foam before allowing herself to cum. Belle's training had turned Nat into a
formidable cunt juicer. She picked Nat's partners from the personal ad's in
the newspaper, and offered them extra purse if they managed to make Nat
wet. Later she purchased one of those double watches they use in chess. The
girls worked one another in turns, punching the stopwatch when they were
about to burst. The one accumulating more time at the end of the session
would win.

As Nat tried her best to resist, Belle calmly grabbed Nat's long pretty
feet, brought them together and pushed her heels into her crotch. Nat's
upper lip coiled with a grunt. Belle rested her palms on Nat's knees and
pushed them apart. As her tendons stuck out Nat furiously concentrated on
her finger job. Belle pressed down until the knees of the blonde landed
softly on the silky mattress covertures and kept them down there, till
Nat's cunt blossomed apart, exposing the wet, rosy inside. Belle advanced
one finger and probed shallowly, in circles, the melting pot. As Nat
strained in anticipation she raised her wet finger and tasted it before
Nat's crystal eyes. Mmmm, you'll adore this. Her finger glanced over the
crests of her hip bones, reflected on the honey pond, flight down and
landed on the soft part between her cunt and ass, tightly stretched by the
feet lock. Nat continued to violently stroke Belle, but strokes only got
her even hotter. Belle caught up with the rhythm of Nat's fingers, and was
now massaging her hot spot firmly. Nat's cunt began dripping, and it took
all of her might to keep herself from rubbing her hot pussy. She was
dictating the pace, knowing that if she became violent with her strokes,
her mate would pay her back. It was like masturbation, only Belle knew
better. She could reach pleasure spots she hadn't discovered herself and
was able to manoeuvre stroking motions at magnitude of which she had never
dreamed. In the meantime, Axel and Sigourney squirted them with their
garden hoses. As soon as Nat had recovered, Sigourney had pushed Belle
against the wall to take her turn, and was massaging the last third of her
prick as she got ready to pump.