Stone Kidman Productions presents:
__Match of the Day__
A Recurring series in my club
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Written by Stone Kidman

In the red corner we have Poison, an 18 year old hispanic girl with dark brown hair that ends in blonde curly tips halfway down her back. She's wearing a deliquent school girl outfit, the red pleated skirt with leather hip belt adorned with silver skulls. Her white dress shirt hides her braless 32 A cup breasts--both her long nipples are erect and poking through the shirt that she wears in a knot to expose her flat tummy with pierced belly button. Her light skin looks flawless, as does her stunning face but her legs are her best feature, with her knee length socks and her white sneakers she looks like the metaphorical poison ivy lolita that her name embodies.

Her opponent is Heather, the near virtual antithesis of Poison. Jim the gym teacher had to seperate the two girls after they started fighting in his class, over a boy Poison had stolen. Heather was really letting the taller girl have at it. Heather is only 5'3" compared to the 5'6" Poison, but she's solidly built from playing volleyball, at 18 years old she possess a mane of curly blonde hair she got from her mother and also the gift of huge tits, she's walking around with 34 DDD's that look enormous on her small frame but sure make it fun to watch her play volleyball. She's wearing her volleyball uniform, a red mesh jersey with a her big tits ballooning out her varsity number 69.

The girls were both wearing the school uniform white sneakers, except Heather had the short ankle socks. They circled to lock up, Jim told them they could only wrestle but knew it would break into a full blown catfight eventually and said if they started breaking rules he wasn't going to stop them.

Heather was much more aggressive charging at Poison and getting a single leg takedown. Poison tried to crawl away, tugging at her leg but accidentally stomped her sneaker into Heather's firm stomach. It was a lucky blow but totally caught her off guard so Poison repeated the move, it made Heather, who was sitting on her haunches, bend over to hold her stomach. When Poison stomped again she smacked the heel of her sneaker down on Heather's big right breast, pancaking it against her chest bone. She screamed and flew onto her back, cradling her boob.

Poison smirked evily, "Dat's right puta, how dem beeg teets now, joo make all da boys stare at em but your man knows yo pussy loose," she yelled, getting in Heather's face as she lay on her back mumbling in pain. Poison grabbed a handful of Heather's blonde hair and pulled the girl on her side and stomped her sneaker down on the white girl's big boob, squashing it against the blue gym mat. Poison smiled as she twisted her heel making the breast balloon obscenely as Heather screamed unintelligibly as she thrashed on the mat. Poison yanked on Heather's hair, in a gruesome tug of war between her curly locks and her trapped breast.

Poison lifted her foot off Heather's boob so she could slam her knee into the blonde girl's face four times before the crunch of Heather's broke nose made Poison drop her opponent after a spray of blood got on her pleated skirt. Jim knew he had to stop but before he could move Poison tore off Heather's jersey along with her bra revealing a nasty looking bruise in the shape of the tread mark on the latina's sneaker on the white girl's formally flawless big tits. Poison started by grabbing two big handfuls of the white mammary meat and dug her claws in, squeezing them as though she could literally tear them off Heather's chest. The varsity squad athlete was incoherent as she bellow a wail, pleading the taller girl to stop but Poison acted as if she heard nothing.

Poison made a game of torturing Heather, who had been the one to issue the challenge to Jim that she wanted to fight the latina after school. She twisted the tits with her claws dug in like radio dials, every once awhile pausing to swat away Heather's trembling hands as she tried to pry Poison's claws off her white tits. Once she just dug in her nails at the top and dragged them slowly down Heather's bare tits making the girl scream in pitches as though Poison were some sort of sadistic conductor as she drug bloody furrows down her opponent's boobs.

Finally getting tired of this she stood up and punted Heather in the face, flipping the white girl onto her side. She tugged down Heather's lycra booty shorts, pausing to give her opponent's white thong a harsh yank, making her squeal from the painful wedgie before the thong finally tore in Poison's hand. She took the torn thong and tied Heather's hands behind her back and grabbed Heather by her hair using it to repeatedly slam the white girl's head into the mat five or six times. Jim was about to say the fight was over when Poison slid over on her knees and stuck two fingers into Heather's smooth pussy. The white girl let out a groan as Poison worked two fingers deeper in and out adding a third digit before she was able to slide her delicate fist into Heather. By now the blonde was moaning pumped her fist in and out of Heather's snatch. She glanced over at Jim and saw he was unconsciously rubbing the boner he had tenting out of his red track pants.

Using the hand she that had previously been wrist deep in Heather, Poison curled a wet finger at the coach and he seemed entranced as he walked over to the two teen girls on the mat. Poison pulled down the waist band of his track pants and started sucking his throbbing 8 inch long cock.
"I've wanted to do this since I was a freshman Coach Jim," she said lustily and slid the tip past her full lips. Jim moaned as she sucked half of his cock down her throat, jacking off the base with her fingers still slick with Heather's juices.
She finally pulled the cock out after Jim tried gagging her on his thick member and she said, "Fuck her with that big dick, Coach."

Quickly yanking off his track jacket and school tshirt with the words "Coach" across his chiseled chest, his whistle dropping unnoticed on the mat, Jim quickly stripped amd flipped Heather onto her back and shoved his cock in, relishing at the busty blonde's tightness. Poison had used Heather's jersey to wipe the blood off the white girl's face before she yanked off her own panties and sat reverse cowgirl so Heather's moans were muffled by the latina's own smooth pussy.
"Eat me puta or I'll reep yo teets off," she commanded and began grinding her crotch over Heather's mouth. She let out a gasp as the white girl's tongue swirled around her wet hole as the coach began to sweat with effort as it felt like Heather's cunt was squeezing his dick. They fucked like that for five minutes before the chain reactions of Heather's orgasm caused her to clamp down Jim's cock painfully so he tried to hold off his own mind blowing orgasm but Heather's tongue and moaning made Poison's body ripple with her climax and all at once the trio shouted in a chorus of erotic moans before collapsing on top of each other in a heap of sweaty, naked satisfied sex.