World Masturbation Contest (Part I)

Elodie vs Beckie
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Budokan Stadium, Tokyo, April 2004. The top 50 female spitfires from the five continents meet in the capital of the extreme events to dispute the VIIth masturbation world championships. Unlike previous attempts, this year the sponsor has succeeded in gathering together the elite of global power-sex by means of substantial purses and massive publicity throughout the web. Elodie, a French lyceene from the Parisian economic top crème who has been registered in the championship as daddy's present for her age-of-consent anniversary, has made it to the semi-final, were she's been matched with Brazilian borne but Santa Monica based powerhouse Beckie Delos Santos-Smith.

Elodie, who is dating her mum's personal trainer, seeks his help to get rid of her pantyhose and climb up stage just to break a bitter argument with the referee who recriminates she's not wearing the compulsory see-through slip. She is fully naked except for the thigh bands, and her delicate tit buds, still to expand, blossom in anticipation. She has defeated a couple of dedicated locals in the preliminary legs, but the real break-through came in the quarters, when she outperformed a 200 pound buxom Zambian in a legendary match. The experienced black woman and the French teen exchanged volcanic eruptions non-top till the dark skinned lady was forced to ask for a time out. After the break Elodie simply blew up the nerves of her rival, cuming abundantly and effortlessly each time she struggled to catch up with the power teen. In the semis she will have to face the naturalised American, who had simply destroyed her previous opponents with an aggressive and self-confident style. Beckie is sponsored by the veteran oil magnate who met her in Rio, rescued her from the obnoxious club where she shook her hot hips and dragged her back to Texas with him. Since them her supernatural wife had survived every test his deranged mind could plot out. So this was the clash the 10 thousand souls in the Stadium, assisted by the giant screens, had come to watch.

Beckie, cheered from his corner by her husband, waits already on stage, swinging her knockers and facing the Japanese audience, who madly adore her, whilst the warm-up girls thoroughly finger her. As the French young girl approaches the ref grabs their shoulders and chants the rules, they both know very well. The tall blonde goes for a hand shake but the much shorter young girl mocks away.

Forty minutes into the match a surprising result shocks the crowd. The French puppie is 8 to 7 ahead. She comes fluently and effortless every 5 minutes, whilst Beckie struggles to keep her pace. A few minutes later the short haired young beauty get a two-cums edge, noisily celebrated by her instructor and bed mate, who makes a fist and spits an "Allez Sylvie". But the American powerhouse, a natural born fighter, is not done yet. She squeezes a monster double climax in record time and the one hour break is reached with a close and awesome score of 12 to 11.

During the breather the girls drink isotonic beberages from squeezing bottles and receive massage from their assistants. Beckie has placed an ice bag into her crotch, since little Elodie leans her cheek on her partner's chest whilst his fingers conduct an expert reconstitution job in her tender, nubile sex, just crowned by thin golden fuzz.

In the second half of the match Beckie proves why she is all-American toughest chick. She manages to squeeze intimate juices out of her battered lower belly, and in front the lyceene seems to have run out of fuel. Her large eyes abundantly water and her throat expels painful, tiny moans of pre-defeat. At 1 hour 20 Beckie dominates 3 orgasms ahead, and 10 minutes later the pile of muscles of the gym instructor invade the mat and clutch to her exhausted pupil shaking a hand and calling 'no more'. Beckie raises one fist whilst her other hand keeps pounding to strike yet another abundant cum and prove who is the best girl. Elodie embraces her partner, weeping, and he carries her out of stage straight to the lockers, under a mild salve of applause from the appreciating Japanese crowd. A towel across her petite bony shoulders, and leaning on her assistant, Elodie crawls til her rival’s corner and sportily wishes her good luck for the final match.