Chapter 777 – Tournament of Oddities 12 – Slippery Victory

Chapter 777 – Tournament of Oddities 12 – Slippery Victory

The taps stopped and retracted back into the tanks. The oil was about five centimetres high at this point, more than enough for the activity they had in mind. In its entirety, the ring they had was about as large as a standard boxing ring. They positioned themselves in front of the tanks, standing on the soft ground. Some sort of padding under the plastic floor would make it relatively painless to fall down on it.

Once they were in their starting position, Vita counted down from three in a bored tone and the match began. There was no explosive start, the floor was way too slippery to make any sort of proper charge. Instead, they closed the distance with measured steps.

John was taller, by more than a fair margin, standing almost an entire head above her. As such, he had superior reach and would have an easier time to pin her down, even if they were about the same on a strength level. The moment she was in arm’s reach, he aggressively moved forwards in a shoving motion, sacrificing his balance. He would fall, but that was an inevitability anyway. The sole important thing was that he was on top of her when they were down.

Wendy moved under his shove and tackled him, as best as she could. Sliding against his chest would have been more accurate. Regardless of the sloppiness of the attack, it proved to be the one with more force behind it, and John found himself on his back a moment later. Oil splattered around him and the redhead’s tits squished on his chest in all their orange sized glory.

“This won’t be as easy as you think!” Wendy warned him, her blue eyes dangerously close and sparkling with mischief. Those pink lips of hers already looked glossy with oil, despite both of them being mostly dry at the moment. Freckles and her heart-shaped face served for a mixture of adorable and sexy that John needed to kiss again. His cock immediately became erect.

“I think this will be as hard as I like,” he returned, just as the fast-food goddess tried to grab his arms and keep him pinned. Before she could succeed in the grabbing part alone, he moved his hands around and took hold of her ass. It was a real piece of prime beef, fresh, firm and juicy. With just a bit of pressure, their genitals pressed against each other. There were two layers of clothes between them, but an initial touch was always appreciated.

It wasn’t meant to last for long. John tried to straighten up, intending to reverse their position by then falling on top of her. Not one to just wait for things to happen, Wendy tried to get out of his grasp. Given that he had prioritized that his hands landed somewhere pleasant over practical, she didn’t have too hard of a time with that.

However, holding her had never been John’s true objective. Even getting two handfuls of her ass had been a mere side benefit. As she twisted to the side, his thumbs hooked under the string of her bikini bottom. Her own movements had the piece of swimwear slip off her groin and revealed her naked cunt. She was smoothly shaven, except for a decorative little triangle further up.

“Pervert!” Wendy declared.

“Guilty as charged,” John returned immediately, and the two engaged in the proper wrestling. Wendy tried her best to get on top and hinder him in his efforts to undress her. At first, she had medium success with this, able to push him back. It didn’t take too long, however, for them to be completely covered in oil.

They tumbled over each other, until they hit the border of the ring. To Wendy’s misfortune, it was her who was on her back at that time. Acting swiftly, John pulled the bikini bottom past her feet and tossed it away. He didn’t manage to do anything else, as Wendy rolled away to the middle of the arena. Her pigtails were dripping with oil and messy, her entire body was glistening. With a heated gaze, she devoured his chiselled form in return, stopping at the large tent protruding from between his legs.

“Who is the pervert now?” he asked and inched towards her.

“What’s a pervert, really, if not an honest girl?” Wendy returned and they clashed a few moments later. Both kneeling, they pressed shoulder against shoulder and struggled for dominance. John won, but not because of physical supremacy. After a stalemate that lasted for several seconds, both of them struggling against their opponent and the threat of slipping away, John broke Wendy’s concentration by suddenly pressing his lips on hers.

It was true what she had said two days earlier, she really tasted like that apple pie she baked. ‘What a peculiar attribute to have,’ the Gamer thought, as he devoured her lips and continued his advance.

Her resistance remained, but the aggressive way he made out with her had her neglect her balance. One leg slipped to the side, and the rest of her followed. This time John went to properly capitalize on things and kept her down with his entire body. A series of struggling twists and turns later, John managed to sit on top of her.

Which intensified the gushing into several waves, as his enchanted seed fuelled a secondary orgasm on top of the natural one he had given her.

He let his climax run its course, eating her out the entire time. There were sloppy attempts on her part to follow suit, but every bob of her head was only a pitiful move compared to the fervent customer service she had given him before. Once only a last few drops remained in his shaft, he moved her off himself.

Half expecting another sudden wrestling, he was met only with Wendy quivering in the lake of oil. Lying on her stomach, she was seriously knocked out by her climax this time around. John checked his Class Challenge. It wasn’t marked as completed, but he didn’t want to just descend on a half-conscious woman.

“What’re ya waiting for, you absolute stud?” Wendy asked and pushed her ass up from the slippery floor. The round magnificence of her bouncy butt looked as smooth as polished glass. As much as an ass-man as ever, John could not resist and gave it a nice smack. It may have looked like glass, but it was every bit as soft and jiggly as he could have asked for. “Fuck!” the redhead yelped in debauched lust and looked over her shoulder. There were hearts in her eyes, literally, pink light in her blue eyes as if some marketing campaign had decided that it was a good look on her. The theoretic manager was absolutely right, it was irresistible. “You can spank me more while you fuck me, if that’s what you need to do!”

“Careful what you offer, I’m an insatiable man,” the Gamer warned, already grabbing her hips and aligning himself with her cunt, dripping much more than just excess oil. With one thrust, he was all the way inside her tight cunt. With a second thrust, her legs slipped away and left her lying in a straight line. Her lower half passed by under John, her arms were stretched out forwards and clawed at nothing.

He reached up and grabbed her hair. Despite all that had happened, her twin, braided pigtails had held strong and the blue ribbons holding them looked unblemished. Grabbing both made for a surprisingly firm grasp. The position made it impossible to do that spanking he wanted to give her so much, but since he was now hammering her directly into the floor, he didn’t care.

Pulling all the way out, he slammed all the way back in. Getting stopped by her butt was like slamming into two gelatine patties. There was next to no tension in her, making her behind only a squishy, jiggly, soft mass, while John repeated the motion and pounded her like he was on his way to McDonalds with his coupons running out in an hour. Unsure what else to do with his other hand, John circled her sphincter for a little bit and, when the moans encouraged it, put a finger into her bum. There was no shortage of lubrication.

Wendy screamed as she was fucked into an ecstatic haze. The continued cries and moans made her light headed from a lack of air, a dangerous state to be in when getting hammered by a masterful lover with a large cock.

“Not so sassy now, are you?” John asked and didn’t even receive an answer. He pulled her head back until he could see her eyes, her curved spine showing just how flexible Abyssal women were. The rough treatment made her grunt with pleasure, her teeth clenching and her pussy gripping him so intensely it threatened the hard and quick pace at which he fucked her. “Surrender to me,” he commanded.

The inlaid magic motivated her to answer. “N-noooooo,” she screamed. In her barely focused eyes reflected all her remaining defiance. It was nothing a bit of insistence couldn’t break.

“Surrender,” he commanded a second time. There was no immediate answer, only the intense clapping of his hips against her juicy butt. He let that pass for a while, focusing on softening her up. Only when he was about to cum for the second time, did he growl in his most dominant tone, “Give up, Wendy, or I’ll simply stop. I’ve women that love me and know better, if you think you can find someone else to take you like this, be my guest. Surrender and cum.”

“I- I- aaaahhhh,” she screamed as the constant ecstasy pouring through her nerves made every word a struggle, “I surrreeendeeeerrrrrrr!!!”

Barely, those words had passed her lips that she screamed louder than ever before. Groaning himself, John plunged into her three, four, five more times, then stopped, pressing against her ass and letting his balls tighten. Once he started filling her up, the scream vanished into silence. Her eyes rolled upwards, her tongue stretched out, she was completely fucked silly and trembled as much as being pinned and held by John allowed her.

John grinned as he spilled a considerable amount of his seed inside her. Fucking a fast food mascot hadn’t been on his bucket list, but having gotten his way with this sassy, pleasingly submissive piece of fresh beef was definitely everything he could have asked for in a quick, oil-drenched meal.

Her pussy pulsed around him, wrung out every bit of his climax-fuelling cum. Only when she was completely done and her pupils were visible again, did he slowly ease her out of his grasp and pulled out of her. The white sauce that oozed out of her main course didn’t look all that appetizing to John, but it had an entirely different appeal to see her creampied.



The Class Challenge was marked as completed.