Back in the Game: Floor 2: The Hippie

As I saw the codename of my next opponent and the elevator ascended, more thoughts flooded through my mind of what I would face next. A hippie, huh? Oh, this should be interesting. As the doors opened, the smell of incense filled my nostrils and I saw a Japanese themed room complete with cherry blossom trees, matts on the floor for sitting, a large pond in the middle of the room with a bridge over it and sitting just in front of it was my opponent. She was a stereotypical hippie. A redhead with long, thick hair down to her shapely ass, a plaid top showing off some rather impressive tits and cutoff jean shorts highlighting that same shapely ass I just mentioned. She also wore a red headband to match her hair. She was sitting in a cliche meditation position. Eyes closed, crossed legs and her arms crossed under her nice rack. As if she could sense my arrival, she opened her eyes and stared right at me. Her eyes were hazel and had a gentle feel to them. Her stare was almost hypnotic. One of us had to break the burning silence, so I just got it over with.

“So, I take it you’re “The Hippie”? I asked as I approached her.

“That’s me, hun.” She answered as she continued ogling me. Can’t say I blame her. I am pretty stunning.

“But you can call me Rose. I’m 27 years old and I sense a great deal of internal conflict and anxiety within you, Ashley.”

I wanted to tell her to mind her own damn business but honestly, she read me like a book.

“Well, given my situation, can you blame me?” I asked rhetorically as I sat in front of her.

“Your voluptuous friend has been having the time of her life on the top floor, sweetheart. The Boss is very hospitable towards her guests.”

The image of those two having fun both deeply frustrated and deeply aroused me.

“And you just won your first sexfight in three years. You enjoyed every moment of it, I can tell. And you have so many more to go. Why fight your love of the game?” Rose lectured.

“I take no joy in indulging in old addictions.” I lied.

“Please, girl. I can tell you have sluttiness flowing through your veins.” She denounced. I rolled my eyes downwards in guilt.

“Hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She reassured me. “This addiction is completely harmless.”

“I guess so.” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “But I have my own reasons for walking away.”

“Of course, hun. I won’t judge you.” Rose said. “Besides, I already know exactly what your reasons are.”

“You do?!” I asked, my heart starting to race.

“No, babe! I’m kidding!” Rose said, laughing. “Just because I’m a hippie doesn’t make me a psychic!”

“Bitch.” I said bitterly.

“Hey, now, let’s not get hostile…At least not yet.”

“Why not? We both know why I’m here. I say we cut the shit.” I said as I was about to start stripping.

“Well, why don’t we get to know each other first? We have all night.” Rose suggested.

“I don’t really see the point, red.”

“Well, think of it this way. Fucking a stranger can be nice and kinky but fucking someone that you know better is more fulfilling overall, wouldn’t you say?”

“Hmm…Alright, you win.” I relented. She wasn’t exactly wrong about that either. I’ll fuck any bitch with a pretty face but there is a certain magic to grinding pussies with a bitch that you are more acquainted with.

“Wonderful!” She said as she got up off of her mat. “You just wait right there while I get some things to make this bonding session complete!”

As she turned around, I got an eye full of her sweet ass through her ripped jean shorts. Not bad at all. Nice legs too. She was gone for less than a minute, walking back towards me with her hands behind her back. She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face as she pulled her hands back out.

“Ta da!” She said as she held out a joint and a lighter.

“Huh.” I said. “I was expecting toys or naked pics but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“First time?” She asked. I nodded.

“I heard it can fuck up your memory if you’re under 25…but I’m 25 now, so…What the fuck?”

Just as I was about to light up…It hit me.

“Hold the damn phone!” I said as I stood up and glared at her.

“How do I know you’re not doing this to fuck with my performance?! Or to get me to confess my reasons for quitting?!”

“Geez, girl. You really do need this.” She joked. “You remind me of my sister. Always seeing ulterior motives.”

“You gonna answer my question, fire crotch?” I ordered.

“Well, as you can tell, I can read people. It isn’t some hippie magic. I’m a psychology major. And I have a strong feeling that your secrets are so personal to you that you wouldn’t even divulge them when you’re high as a kite.” Rose explained.

“Besides, I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that. We psychologists are taught that people will talk about their problems when they’re good and ready. I don’t need to hear it yet. Besides, if I wanted to weaken your performance, I wouldn’t be lighting up with you, now would I?”

“Yeah…That makes sense…Thanks for understanding and…Sorry.” I said shamefully.

“Don’t worry about it, Ash!” She said, regaining her pretty smile. “I could never stay mad at someone with a rack like yours!”

We both laughed.

“Oh and one last thing.” She interrupted. “That pond underneath the bridge? It’s heated. Care for a dip?”

“I’d love to.” I said.

We both began to strip and finally get a good look at each other’s hot bodies. Rose took out her headband and waved her dark, crimson, blood-red locks all around, looking sexy. Her tits were also a nice view. She caught me looking and giggled.

“I’m an E. And I’m guessing you’re a K?” She asked.

“You’d be right.” I confirmed.

As we finished stripping, we got one last look at each other. Rose was like an angel. As she was mesmerized by my tits, I saw that she even had reddish nipples and her pussy was also red. No wonder her parents named her Rose. This girl had more red on her than a sith lightsaber. As we finished our mutual ogling, we grabbed our joints and lighters and sank into the heated, artificial pond. We both cooed as the heated water covered our flawless skin, gave us goosebumps and hardened our nipples.

“Before we get baked, I want us to get to know each other better.” Rose said. “Let’s share stories of our sexual conquests! I don’t want any weed impeding our memories of that.”

“Is there anything better to talk about than all the hoes we’ve fucked?” I asked rhetorically.

We told each other of our various carnal exploits like we were two hardened soldiers sharing war stories. I was really starting to like Rose. She just gave me good and trustworthy vibes. I felt comfortable around her. I really should introduce her to Shannon after this is all over. We could have epic threesomes. After we felt the ice was broken enough, we finally got good and fried. The feeling was…unreal. Like I had forgotten where I was and why. I just focused on the here and now. Our memories were still solid enough to tell each other of our more recent endeavors with other babes. I told her all about Shannon, our history and our present. She was a good listener. Shannon then told me of her own past. She was in high school when her parents split up. The divorce was very ugly and her and her sister took it very badly. She then said that she didn’t want to talk about that anymore and that she has secrets of her own. I respected her wishes. We then just stared off into space as the weed began to wear off. Our long hair swimming around the water…

“You know…” I began in a sultry voice. “There was one encounter of mine that I didn’t tell you about.”

“Oh?” She asked, teasingly.

“There was a time when I outfucked some redhead hippie in a Japanese room while we were both high.”

“That reminds me of the time I fucked down some arrogant brunette with giant tits in a very similar environment.” She teased back.

“Shall we begin our stories at the same time?” I offered as we swam closer to each other.

She didn’t answer me as our bodies came together. Our brown and red nipples gently touched as our wet brown and red hair continued to swim in the water. Our mouths sealed each other as our tongues wrestled. We could still just barely taste the weed in the other girl’s mouth. Our thighs came up against our opponent’s pussy under the water. We continued this enjoyable position for a long time. Lost in a land of pleasure as we wrapped our arms around each other in a mutual bearhug. We kept this up until we both came at the same time under the water, feeling it just barely against our legs. We finally broke apart, our lips leaving a trail of drool as the high had finally faded away. Our eyes gained a fierce, determined stare as we knew that the time for talking was over. Now was the time for action.

Without a word, we got out of the pond and she led me to a building that looked like a samurai’s home. Really, this whole place reminded me of that one level from Metal Gear Rising. She opened the sliding door and we both went inside. The room resembled a cliche dojo with a matted floor and plenty of room. Perfect for playing the game. The relative darkness and isolation of the room was intense. All we could focus on was each other. Rose bowed to me, her crimson hair falling in front of her as she did. I rolled my eyes but reciprocated the bow, my own brown hair falling in front of me as we then stared each other down, daring the other slut to make the first move.

I’ve never been patient, so I was the one to break the tension. I marched right into her, my K cups joining with her E cups. Brown and pink nipples gently jousting and rolling over each other. We both cooed at this delicious contact of succulent, female flesh. I caressed her arm, feeling her soft, soothing skin until my hand was buried in her red locks. With the other arm, I caressed downwards until it reached her fine ass and I palmed it gently. I felt so alive as my fingers were consumed by the feeling of soft, silky tresses and thick ass meat. She reciprocated, diffing her hand into my thick brunette hair and sinking her fingers into my left cheek. We smiled at each other before beginning another passionate, lustful kiss.

This one was more intense than the first one. We straight-up rammed our tongues down each other’s throats, loudly slurping as they wrestled and drooling over each other’s sexy faces. This time, she made a new move herself and pulled us together so that our lower lips would join our upper lips in kissing.

“Mmmm!” We both moaned.

A standing trib was usually not ideal for me but I’ll never complain when grinding pussies with another hot bitch. We both took our one hand out of each other’s hair to grip the other ass cheek, so we could pull ourselves further into the tribbing. Her pussy felt so good. So gentle, smooth and best of all, juicy! Our fluids ran down our thighs as our pudenda mashed together. We used our hands to spread our asses and by extension, our cunts wider and we began humping each other.

“Hmmmffff!!!”

“Ummmm!!!!” We both moaned, still muffled by our kissing.

Our inner labia swallowed each other as finally, our cits had joined and it was glorious! I felt my eyes almost roll back into my head with pleasure as our sex buds jousted. Every tiny bit of contact felt like a taser of orgasmic glory being unleashed throughout my body. I can only imagine that Rose felt the same. Our knees began to weaken and we descended down to a kneeling position before our climaxes finally reached us and we screamed into each other’s mouths as our secretions coated our crotches and upper legs.

We finally broke apart as we caught our breath. Just the first orgasm of the night and I desperately needed more. I wanted to fuck this hot hippie into a puddle of her own juices and then fuck her some more! I turned my head and once again we stared at each other. Our flowing hair fanning out all over the floor behind us. The look on her face it seemed was begging me to continue ravishing her.

“You ready for round two, you sweet piece of pussy?” I asked rhetorically.

“Does this answer your question, you big-titted hoe?” She answered before she pounced on me and buried her face into my cleavage.

I was caught completely off guard as she grabbed my pride and joy and used them to squeeze her head in between. She shook her head left and right as she blew raspberries into my cleavage, motorboating me.

“That tickles, fire crotch!” I shouted as I began to giggle. Her hair tickling the sides of my boobs wasn’t helping.

There are some disadvantages to having enormous breasts…Just kidding. It’s totally worth it. I would’ve kept protesting but her head was so swallowed by my tatas that I doubt she could even hear me anymore. She just kept spitting, licking and kissing all over. The feeling was out of this world. I then decided to take it up a notch. I hugged her into my breasts, pushing her further and further into my chest in an attempt to smoke her out. She retaliated by reaching back, grabbing my pride and joy and kneading them roughly like two bigass piles of pizza dough.

“Agh!” I grunted as she manhandled me.

She squeezed her fingers deep in like she was handling a pair of water balloons. I hugged her deeper into my cleavage. Soon, she had to come up for air and finally pulled herself away from me, lying down on the floor and catching her breath. I looked down at her on the ground.

“That was an interesting tactic, red.” I admitted. “But let me show you how a real nympho uses her mouth.”

I bent down as she was still regaining her energy and spread her fine legs open, revealing her ripe, red twat. I licked my lips with hunger before I slammed my mouth over her sweet, delicious pleasure center, jamming my tongue deep inside the plump, juicy orifice.

“Oh! You hot, cunt-licking slut!” Rose cried as I continued to eat her out ravenously.

My brown hair covered her lower thighs like a blanket as she pulled on it in a feeble attempt to get control of me. My spit and her juices mixed as I feasted on my prey. She tasted like pot and rainbows.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Fuck!” She groaned as I grabbed her ass cheeks to pull her tasty cunt further into my slutty mouth.

I licked in a compass pattern. North. South. East. West. All over her, not even attempting to control my drool. Goddamn, was she delicious! I could eat her pussy all day! However, the match comes first. I licked from her lower pudenda all the way up to her clit and enclosed my lips over it. I kissed and sucked it with everything I had.

“Ohhhhh!!!! Gooooooddddd!!!!!” She shrieked.

I knew her orgasm was coming on. It was only a matter of time. I kept at it for only about thirty seconds and then finally, with loud panting, her cunt burst and my face and hair were both coated with her hippie juices. As the last of her fluids either covered me or were swallowed by me, I got up and looked down at my hyperventilating rival. The sight of your opponent covered in your juices was a sure sign of damaged pride for any sexfighter. Nymphos often see being bukkaked by their rival as a badge of pride. Sort of like battle trophies for us. Needless to say, I was feeling more than a little proud of myself right about now.

“Not bad, Ash.” Rose admitted as she caught her breath. “You can definitely eat pussy…But you’re not the only one.”

“Then why don’t you show me?” I challenged as I walked up to her and then sat on her face in a display of pride.

She gained a fierce grin as she immediately gripped the sides of my legs and slammed her mouth straight into my experienced cunt.

“Ugh!” I grunted as I instantly regretted being so arrogant.

Rose ate me in a way I hadn’t been eaten in years. Her tongue was like a hard cock that was impaling my poor, defenseless pussy. It swam in, out and all around my insides like a trapped animal. She gripped my legs so hard that I couldn’t turn around to make this a 69 duel. I was utterly helpless against her oral onslaught. All I could do was just barely use my long hair to slightly tickle her clit but that was nothing. She slurped and slobbered all over my twat, wiggling her tongue with speed comparable to a vibrator. I felt every nerve and muscle tense with euphoric release, my pleasure building higher and higher on the scale. I was her prisoner of sex and both loved and hated that fact.

I tried to pry her hands off of my legs but it was like they were welded down. So, I reached behind me to fondle her E cup tits. Anything to try and dish out some pleasure on her. It had to be better than nothing. I flicked, pinched and prodded her pink nubs but then she brought out the big guns. She added both index fingers to the mix. Pushing them into my helpless twat, flexing, flicking and digging for gold.

“Aggggghhhhh!!!! Fucking hippie cunt!” I screeched as my orgasm consumed me.

I felt my climax flow through my body and finally out my pussy as it flowed out and drenched the redhead’s lovely face and hair. She finally released my legs as I fell to her side, huffing and puffing from my beautiful release of carnal pleasure. She gently lied on top of me as I felt her body wet from my fluids all over me. She nuzzled against me and began gently, slowly licking my engorged nipples and lovingly playing with my breasts as I stroked her wet, matted hair. The sight was straight out of porn. Two hot nymphos cuddling, smeared in each other’s pussy juices.

“You definitely can eat cunt, fire crotch.” I admitted.

“Why, thank you, hun. You’re not so bad yourself.” She said as she circled her fingers around my areolas lovingly.

“Round two goes to you. I can’t deny that.” I said as I continued running my fingers through her damp locks. “But I hope you’ve got more for me than that, Rose.”

“Oh, I can fuck all day, babe!” Rose assured me. “This is what I live for! And I know it’s what you live for too.”

I ignored her and gained a determined look in my face as I pounced on her once again. We quickly joined together in a catball. A rolling ball of sexual warfare as all of our erogenous zones once again collided in a smorgusboard of female pleasure. At that moment, I was consumed by the delicious pleasure of another hot bitch’s slutty body against my own slutty body. Our cunts kissed once again as we rolled all around the dark dojo. We alternated between top and bottom more times than I could count. Our hair bounced and flew all over the place as our perverted tongues wrestled viciously and without mercy before we took our turns sucking said tongues like cocks. Oh, God! It was so amazing! So beautiful! Like there nothing in the entire world except me and this hot redhead fucking each into oblivion! I could do this for days! Weeks! Months! Years!

We pulled each other’s thick, sweaty hair, stabbed our sharpened nipples together and into each other’s areolas, squeezed and spanked each other’s firm, meaty ass cheeks and our twats swallowed each other whole. These were feelings I had experienced multiple times before but each time felt like the first time. It never lost its magic. It was pure heavenly bliss. We rolled over each other so much that we had actually left the dojo and were now back in the garden room. We didn’t care. All that was on either of our minds was extracting as much pleasure and juices out of each other as humanly possible. Nothing would get in our way.

We eventually reached the bridge across the pond in which we soaked just before this all began. Poetic. We finally broke our sloppy, ravenous kiss but continued to slide and stab our tongues at each other playfully. This hippie slut knew how to use her mouth, let me tell you. I honestly can’t explain it. You’d have to be orally pleasured by her yourself to truly understand the extent of such intense skill. As we breathed heavily and drooled into each other’s faces, I broke from her, quickly brought both legs up to my shoulders. The sly look on her face told me that she knew what I had planned. I gave her the same look as I pulled my hips back and then unleashed a mighty hump on her slutty pussy.

“Ugh!“ She groaned. “That’s it, baby! Give it to me! Give it to me if you think you can!”

“You asked for it, bitch.” I teased. “I’m gonna turn your insides into whipped cream!”

I continued my merciless humping, grinding and rubbing my labia into hers with all of my nympho powers. She turned her head, bobbed up and down, making her E cup jubblies bounce and jiggle. At first, she was pretty submissive but then she started to hump me back. I moaned and quickly got in the groove. She wants a pussyfight, I’ll give her a pussyfight! Our lower lips joined in the deepest, most explorative and lustful kiss that either of sex-crazed minds could think of. Our clits wrestled and bashed together like magnets, unwilling to break apart. Our juices filled each other’s twats as we kept fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking like the hot bitches in heat that we were.

“Agh! Agh! Agh!” I grunted.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” She groaned.

The all too familiar sound of feminin moans filled the room, as well as the sloppy sounds of two horny cunts sloshing over each other. We had orgasmed into each other multiple times. We didn’t even bother keeping track. We were just so beyond absorbed in our delicious game. I came. She came. I came. She came. It was a marathon of orgasmic glory that we hoped would never come to an end. However, after one particularly strong orgasm, in which I could feel Rose’s fluids shooting up my vaginal canal, I noticed that her eyes began to waver. This was my chance! I increased the speed of my tribbing, diving my labia deeper and deeper into her’s.

“Uhhh…” She groaned quietly. She didn’t seem to have the stamina to shout any louder.

I pulled back and humped.

“Ugh!” She moaned.

I pulled back and humped.

“Agh!” She groaned.

I pulled back and humped.

“FUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!” She screamed as she blew her load inside me for one final time.

Her eyelids closed as she finally gave in, fading into a deep sleep. I came down on top of her and rested my head on her E cups as we lied on that Japanese bridge. This was a very different match from Courtney. With that blonde bimbo, I felt a constant rush. Like my excitement to outfuck her was never ending. With Rose, it was the opposite extreme. I found her so likable and endearing to be around. I felt like she was one of my closest friends. She just seemed so trustworthy. And she was right. Fucking a girl you know well is much more fulfilling than fucking a complete stranger. I soon drifted off into her bountiful bosom. A few hours had passed and we had both woken up in each other’s arms, caressing each other’s disheveled hair.

“You were everything I expected and more, babe.” Rose said as she gave me a quick kiss.

“You were great yourself.” I said. “And I hope you’ll be great for the rest of the night too.”

“Let’s go to my bedroom, so you can use me to your pussy’s content, hottie.” She said teasingly.

We got up and went to the backroom where the bed, shower and food all was. Rose got on the bed and gave me deeply seductive eyes. I got on top of her and after experiencing her legendary cunnilingus skills for myself, I decided to make her eat me out all night long. It was out of this world. Sometimes, I would reward her by turning around to give her some licking too. We kept this up until we passed out once again. As we woke up, we quickly showered together, rubbing and scrubbing each other deeply before cuddling back in bed. She felt so good to cuddle with.

“So, now that that’s all over, what’s your story, red?” I asked.

“What?” Rose asked, confused.

“You’re supposed to give your side of this, you know? Explain what it is about the game that you love so much.” I reminded her.

“Oh, yeah.” She said. “Well, I guess you’ve earned my trust by now, sweet tits.”

“After my parents split up, I sank into a deep depression. Eventually, to take my mind off of it, I started doing things besides weed. I was in bad shape. My addiction consumed me. One day, I was flat broke but hurting for my next fix. So, I tried to mug this hot lady I randomly encountered. Strangely though, she read me like a book and told me that my life didn’t have to be this way. For some reason, I believed her. She just gave me really good vibes. I explained everything to her. She said that there is another way to feel good again. We started meeting and that’s when she introduced me to the game…And I never looked back.”

“That lady was the boss, I’m guessing?” I asked.

“That’s right. She changed my life by introducing me to this wonderful anti-drug. I know you were ashamed of being addicted but this is the greatest addiction there is! No overdoses, no health detracts and it doesn’t even cost money most of the time! It’s given me a new way of looking at the world and I cannot thank The Boss enough for it. You felt the same during our match, didn’t you?”

My eyes said it all. The feelings and pleasures I experienced while fuckfighting Rose were basically narcotic. No other vice could hope to match it. And she was right. This addiction was as harmless as it gets.

“Believe me, girl. Everyone has their vices. We all need something. Why not this? You have every right to enjoy such a delicious hobby to the fullest. No one’s getting hurt by it. Quite the opposite, in fact! Think of all the hot nymphos in the world that would love to lock thighs with you! Who are you to deny them your sexy body and your hotass rack?”

“Okay, you’ve made your point.” I said, giggling. “And like I said, I’ll let you know once we’re done here.”

“Glad to hear it! Now let me give you access to the next floor!” Rose said as she got up.

We went up to the elevator and she bent over to scan her eye into the machine. I resisted the urge to start fucking her doggy style. The elevator opened.

“There you go, babe!” She said. “Best of luck on the next floor and thanks for the great fuckfight!”

“You too, fire crotch.” I said as we hugged tightly and then kissed. As I got into the elevator, Rose gave me one last surprise.

“Oh and once you reach my sister eventually, tell her I said you were great!” Rose said as the doors closed.

I couldn’t even respond. Were all these bitches going to leave me with a shock just before I entered the next floor? In the heat of our romp, I had totally forgotten that she said she had a sister. Sister nymphos. Now that’s pretty hot. Maybe they’ll be down for a fourway with me and Shannon after this. Anyway, I looked at the text above the elevator door which revealed my next conquest.

“Floor 3: The Athlete.”