Last Drunk Girl Standing Match: Dawn McDowell vs Betty West [D]

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty ran her tongue around her mouth after taking her shot and tried not to smile too widely as she felt her cheeks flush. Still, that wasn’t going to be enough to get her a good buzz, and she still had quite a bit of match to go against Dawn. When Betty looked over at her curvy opponent, though, Betty couldn’t help but feel a little bad. After her ‘submission,’ it seemed like Betty’s opponent was on top of the world, proclaiming her victory and shouting and posing like she’d just wont the LAW Heavyweight Championship. Of course, she was also slurring her words every bit of the way, but that was neither here nor there. It just told Betty that she was going to need to get her drinks in while she could, before Dawn dropped.

“Okay, bring it on, babe!” Betty called out, leaning forward and picking her tight little shorts out of her backside. When Dawn came barreling in, Betty’s eyes widened at the sight of the thick girl just bounding in. Like a sexy pillow bouncing at her, thinking she was going to be taking her head off!

Betty took the lariat right to the chest, and in a fight she might have even gone down. Betty, however, seemed to hit with the force of a woman a fraction of her size, a fact that made Betty’s eyebrows rise in surprise. Something she caught on to and played with.

“OH!” Betty cried out, dropping back hard. Her back hit the canvas hard, echoing around the ring. She stared up at the lights and put both hands over her chest. Betty tried to roll away from Dawn, toward the ropes, letting her shoulders rise and fall to look as if Dawn knocked the wind out of her.

“Oh, it hurts!” Betty called out, propping herself up in the corner. “My poor chest!” Betty added, kneading her breasts with her hands to add a little fanservice. She kept her eyes on Dawn, however, trying to look extra vulnerable in the corner as she presented her body as what she hoped would be an obvious target.

[SuckerPunch]

It... It hit! It actually landed! Dawn's clothesline appeared to 'crush' her opponent entirely! The woman folded like laundry and was even worrying her breasts. Dawn winced. Not in sympathy, but because she was a little dizzy from all the motion. Her forearm stung slightly from the impact, but that brought about a feeling of elation! The pain of hitting another woman rather than being the woman hit... Yeah! Dawn could get used to this!

She smiled stupidly as Betty rolled into the corner and propped herself up. Dawn's eyes moved left and right as she pondered her next move. Ms. West wasn't standing. She was in a position of vulnerability that even Dawn wasn't daft enough to give up!

"Sorry Ms. West... Pleashe forgive me!" She offered in consolation as she took off across the ring in a series of bounding steps. The audience roared it's approval as every footfall caused her exposed bust to bounce almost hypnotically. Her thick, pink nipples were standing at the height of excitement and arousal. Sober, she'd be embarrassed. Drunk, she hardly took notice aside from the pull of their weight as they rose and fell!

"Yippee Ki-Yay!" She cried out as she left the canvas entirely! She kicked out both feet and soared crotch first towards Betty's features! If she landed, she'd do so in a way that saw the cowgirl with a mouth full of barely covered camel toe. Her attire was darkened with lust and smelled of sweet femininity!

Her thicc backside would impact Betty's bosom as Dawn bounced atop her! She was attempting to repeatedly smash her lower body against Betty's trapped face and chest. However, she couldn't quite get the momentum right. The reality, was that Dawn was mostly just grinding against her. Her violent bronco buster was more like lap service. And it almost immediately caused a heat to build in her cheeks and a tension to swell in her lower belly.

Of course if she missed... She would have an entirely different set of sensations between her thighs. None as kind as Betty West's nose and mouth nor as soft as her bust.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Come on … come on …” Betty mumbled as she sat in the corner of the ring, waiting. To anyone that might have overheard her, it may have seemed as if the hard-drinking brawler was trying to will herself up to fight. In reality, however, Betty was just waiting, and getting a bit impatient, for the overjoyed and maybe tipsy Dawn to gather herself and press the attack that she had going. Even if said ‘attack’ was more than a little assisted by Betty’s own melodramatics …

Finally, Betty heard and felt the ring rocking beneath her. Her bust bounced up and down in her flimsy top as she opened her eyes just a sliver, seeing Dawn’s ample figure bouncing and bounding toward her in a dead run! Betty’s eyes then opened fully, taken aback by the vision she was greeted with, a bouncing busty woman nearly bursting out of her clothes as she cleared the ring and rushed crotch-first at Betty’s waiting face!
“HHHNNGH!” Betty let out a loud grunt as Dawn’s thick ass bounced into the top of her chest, squishing a good amount of air out of her body and planting her in the corner. This time, Betty didn’t need to ‘sell’ the move, Dawn’s full weight was coming down on her and squishing her! Before Betty knew what was happening, Dawn’s crotch was smashing into her face, grinding against her mouth, smothering her out with the woman’s full momentum behind the impact.

“Mmmmmph! Mmm-hmmphh!” Betty moaned with her lips pressed firmly between Dawn’s legs. Betty thrashed and flailed around, her gambit to earn herself a couple more shots due to ‘humiliating’ defeats suddenly backfiring on her. Allowing Dawn to hit such an impactful blow that played to her strengths could, Betty realized, lead to a defeat that would be all too real, this time! A few tears began to form in Betty’s eyes as her lips were pressed between Dawn’s pillowy, all-engulfing thighs, pushing the air out of her body and not giving her much room for more.

[SuckerPunch]

Dawn wasn't self-conscious about her weight. She had always thought that her slight plumpness made her cute, made her stand out. She had never anticipated that her "thicc" frame would have been an advantage in an athletic contest (nor that she'd ever be in any of those). Yet here she was!

Her fingers grasped the ropes tightly. Not because it was proper technique, but because the "bludgeoning" smother she had executed was causing her nervous system to lock up! Her pale cheeks lit up in a rosy red blush as her mouth hung open. Her eyes were half-lidded and her chest rose and fell in rapid, heaving pants. Partially from the surge of effort. But mostly from unintentionally exploring the intricacies of another girl's face with her pussy. "Fwaaah~"

Her soft, round ass bounced as she did. It was a wonderful view that Betty would have to appreciate in the replay. Her bare breasts jiggled and shook, her round pink nipples rigid and defiant against the cool night air! Her attire had been pulled deep between her thighs, leaving both cheeks completely exposed! It also hugged her crotch, which was as plump as the rest of her. The body suit was practically painted over her labia at this point, and it was soaked through. Her inner thighs were left completely, kissibly bare as they caressed and hugged the sides of Betty's face, covering her ears.

"Mmmnn~" Her eyes fluttered as she moaned with what she thought was effort as she gyrated her hips against Betty's face. She ground roughly against the other woman, consumed by good feelings and good booze. Every thrust forced a little more air out Betty's lungs. And a little more Dawn against her features. And a little bit more tension to build in Dawn's body.

"S-s-submit... Ahnnnn oh!" She made her demands as she felt her belly tighten and her thighs quiver. Betty could feel her girlish heat pulse against whatever part of her face it was on. Something was coming... She needed to get out of there... And fast... That is... If she hadn't accidently been smothered out by the drunken Ryona Doll!

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty lay back and took the full brunt of Dawn’s body on her, feeling her soft warm cheeks right across her chest. Betty’s face was warm and wet between Dawn’s legs, her wet lips brushing and pressing against Dawn’s warm skin as she rocked up and down on the young woman. Betty’s tongue darted out of her mouth without thinking, sliding across Dawn’s inner thigh several times. Betty’s head rocked back and forth, face buried between Dawn’s soft thighs and completely snuggled between her legs!

Cheeks flushed slightly, already having a couple of drinks in her, Betty just went and buried her features between Dawn’s legs and get comfortable. Betty would help herself to licking Dawn’s soft, sensitive flesh, the fans and ref unable to see how little Betty was ‘suffering’ from Dawn’s move. If Betty hadn’t been trying to catch up on the drink count, this could have even been some kind of reversal, the way she was digging into Dawn and taking full advantage of how close the girl was getting!

With Dawn’s soft, bouncy body being flung into her like this, allowing Betty to just lie back and take it. Even if Dawn’s thick figure could have choked her out with some determination and, to be fair, letting gravity do most of the work, Betty just opted to lie back and accept those soft, milky thighs on her face. But, with vigor and enthusiasm, the buzzed Betty thought that she could possibly get Dawn quivering, and throw her back in the bargain ...

Still, the last thing Betty wanted was to let Dawn fall back or falter. Once she had explored the young woman’s body thoroughly with her wet, lascivious tongue, Betty flipped a hand upward, and started to tap against her opponent’s outer thigh. Quickly, the bewildered referee called for another bell, and the ring crew got ready with Betty’s next ‘punishment’ drink!

[SuckerPunch]

Dawn was defenseless against Betty's lewd licking. The hold was meant to be putting the woman out. To claim a fall. But instead of threat, it offered the cowgirl an all she could eat buffet.

Her cheeks were burning red hot. Her eyes were fluttering and her mouth hung open. She was drunk. With booze. With lust. She drooled and choked on the sensations that her opponent was filling her up with. Her attire provided hardly any separation between the two. And the barrier was even thinner as it grew saturated with her honey.

"F-fwah~ Mmnnn! N-nooo! D-don't! That place is dirty!" She protested. But that didn't stop her hips from grinding against the other girl's face. Nothing could have stopped them.

Betty's face was so deep in her crotch that each of her lower lips were discernable. They were spread, hugging Betty's hungry mouth as she dined deeply on everything that Dawn had to offer. "Oh---Oh gosh! I-I can't take-"

"C-c-cuu-FWAAAAAH~~~~" Her head was thrown back as she moaned out shamefully. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her whole body seized. The muscles inside of her contracted wonderfully as all the tension in her body left her in a flooding release. If Betty was looking for a drink, she would certainly get it, as Dawn's attire was all but ruined.

She felt the tap on her outer thigh... But it was just another lovely touch on her lovely place. Her hips continued to erratically rock as the sensual tension of the strange stipulation match had built up in her rather heavily. But eventually, as with all things, it came to an end.

And when it did, Dawn fell backwards. Her ass up and her sodden camel toe exposed for Betty West's smother-free viewing pleasure.

"Nnnnnnn..."

[Luncha_Libre]

In a brief moment of clarity, Betty realized what she had been doing and how enthusiastically she was doing it. All in front of a packed arena full of onlookers, each one staring at the action happening in the ring. Slightly buzzed, Betty couldn’t blame all of this on the alcohol, a lot of it was on how present and completely fuckable Dawn was, especially in this position. Still, Betty wasn’t going to deviate from the plan. As she felt her nose press into Dawn’s warm, wet flesh, and tasted every bit of her, feeling her insides writhe around Betty’s searching tongue … Betty still had the presence of mind to tap out, a sign of submission that shocked the officials, the fans, and possibly Dawn herself if she was even aware of it!

When Dawn fell off Betty’s face, she took a moment to try and take deep, recovering breaths. Her face was shining and wet, all the way down to her upper chest. Grinning, Betty looked down at Dawn, and her ruined outfit, and blushed a little.

“Woof,” Betty smirked, “what a contest!” The ringside crew were ready with her next shot within minutes, and Betty felt like she had more than earned it. Pushing herself up onto wobbly legs, Betty downed the drink and felt that burn go down her throat. The party girl was having the time of her life, and she was eager to keep that ball rolling. However, as she sized up Dawn’s body, and her wet camel toe, she wondered the same for her opponent. This was a last woman standing contest, after all.

“I’m good to go!” Betty said, giving a thumbs up to the official. “How about you, Dawn? You think you’re gonna be able to keep fighting the good fight?”

[SuckerPunch]

*Huff huff huff*

Dawn was left completely breathless. Her soft body was soaked in sweat and now more vulgar fluids. Her thick, pale thighs were glistening with the evidence of her climax. Her attire clung to her most private area, soaked from the same event that had left her heart pounding and her ears ringing. Or perhaps that was just the bell announcing another fall?

The bright lights of the arena were blinding as she stared up at them. A hand came up to shield her eyes as she whimpered, drowning in the afterglow of her public obscenity.

"Ueee..." Unintelligible nonsense. That was all she had to offer to Betty's question.

The official looked over Dawn and pursed her lips. She waved her arms and shook her head, waving off the match. The bell rang.

And another drink was brought into the ring.

Dawn couldn't answer a ten count thanks to Betty's lewd indulgence. It was true, this was a last woman standing match. However, the unique stipulations meant that Dawn would only lose if she couldn't answer a ten count after a drink. A hentai KO would not suffice as the final fall.

Dawn was helped to a seated position and given her shot.

The burning in her throat helped to clear some of the pink haze that had overtaken her inexperienced mind. It helped her ignore the constant thrumming in her thighs... And how tight her leotard felt against her girl parts. And she began to climb to her feet.

"F-fuck yesh!" She responded to Betty raucously and completely out of character. She put up her fists and swayed in the corner.

Despite her words, it was clear to the Ref, and to Betty, that Dawn was not fit to fight. But... The show must go on!

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty watched as Dawn failed to get up with a nonplussed expression. The fighting drunk looked her buxom opponent up and down, knowing that Dawn had hit her limits, or at least was grinding up against them as hard as she had Betty’s face. Betty wondered how much more the poor girl could take, even as she brought her bouncing, jiggling body back upright for another round. Betty nodded, and brushed her hair out of her face.

“Alright, Dawn, let’s go!” She said, raising her voice in response to Dawn’s boisterous outburst. Betty felt like she could go for a couple more shots of her own, but at this rate continuing the match almost felt like cruelty. Dawn had been a fun opponent, and seemed like a really sweet girl. Even as Betty was still tasting the girl on her lips and in her throat, she definitely like the poor girl and didn’t want her to come to harm. If this match went on much longer, Betty wondered, where were they going to find poor Dawn a liver, at this hour?

No, this had been a fun match, and Dawn had been a fun opponent, but it was time to start bringing this one home. Dawn was willing, but all that pretty flesh seemed very, very weak. If Dawn wasn't going to stay down, Betty would have to put her down. Betty could always invite Dawn out for drinks when the poor girl had time to recover, after all.

The bell rang for the next round, and Betty sprang into action. Betty rushed Dawn, trying to lock up with the buxom drunk girl before thrusting a knee up and forward. With Dawn’s current inability to stand and her incredibly generous proportions, Betty wasn’t sure if she’d hit belly or bust, but she kept going.

“Body shots!” Betty called out, slamming her knee over and over again into Dawn’s pillowy body!

[SuckerPunch]

"Yesh!" Dawn nodded as she moved out to the center of the ring to meet Betty. Her top was still down from her rally, leaving her large, lovely, and pale tits to sway shamelessly as she approached. Dawn had a body as beautiful as it was tough. Unfortunately she didn't have the brains or the technique to keep her limits from being tested.

Her vision swam as she approached Betty. A combination of exhaustion, damage, and drink. When Betty shot her arms out to lock up, Dawn practically fell into them! It gave Betty full control of her upper body, not unlike a Thai Clinch. The perfect position for punishing knees.

Trapped with nowhere to go, Dawn's body was at Betty's mercy! And worse, her legs were having difficulty staying straight! When Betty pulled her in for her knee strike, they wavered!

She leaned forward as Betty's knee buried itself in soft, bare, tit-flesh! She felt Dawn's rib-cage as her strike pierced the luscious volume of her breast!

"GCK!" The pain of her sensitive tits being rocked caused her voice to catch in her throat! She couldn't even properly scream! Her fingers spasmed against Betty's shoulders as her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open. Her body locked up as her nervous system was overwhelmed by the suffering!

But she didn't go down. She remained trapped in Betty's clinch, her bouncing bosom tempting her foe to batter them more!