Conquer & Cum: 69 Competition (Futa on Futa)

Story by Jason J. Honz

A futastic story of two well-hung futas duking it out in an unorthodox battle for dominance. With Emily finally having a chance to come out on top for even a moment with her partner Diane, the two enter balls-deep in each other’s throat before starting a 69 competition. The rules are pretty simple. Whoever can cum first while lodged in their partner’s throat, wins. While trying to get the other’s cock out of their own throat, of course. Will Diane come out on top again? Or will Emily finally get a chance at face-fucking Diane? Either way, as the reader, you’re in for a good time.

Diane and Emily were an average couple. One of them seemingly wearing the pants. You could guess who that was as Diane pushed Emily’s face into the pillow as she thrust into her tight, shapely rear.

Emily had always been somewhat submissive to Diane, but not entirely by choice. She had wanted a turn at being on top, but Diane never let that happen. She was too proud. She had too big of an ego. When Emily would try, Diane would always make it into a competition – of which she came out on top. The most Diane had ever done for Emily was give her a hand or blow job here and there. No face-fucking, no playing the submissive role. When she did pleasure Emily in that way, she made sure she knew that she was still in control.

But that was their relationship. Diane wore the pants, and Emily took hers off. They’d been together for nearly a year with this going on. And Emily more or less let it happen. She had brought it up with Diane several times, and she’d always come up with the same response.

“If you can beat me, you can fuck me.”

That was her famous line. At first, Emily didn’t think much of it, but she never did beat Diane. She was very strong for someone her size. Emily had tried catching her by surprise even – tackling her to the floor. But Diane would always end up on top somehow. And her cock would always end up pummeling one of her holes.

Emily always built herself up, thinking that she could somehow over power Diane at just the right moment. But each time, Diane proved her wrong, and showed once again that she was the topper in the relationship.

Like the wrestling match they had just had. But this was different. Emily was fuming because Diane had cheated. She had tied her arms behind her back and fucked her ass until it was pink as a strawberry. Emily was getting sick of always succumbing to Diane. She was ready to get out of the relationship. She glared at the television in front of her, planning when she would pack her things, and where she would go when she did.

Diane smirked over at the pouting Emily, who had just been fucked-silly due to losing a wrestling match not too long ago. She was nude on the bed with her arms crossed, staring ahead at the television, while Diane was on the other side of the room, picking at things to wear. She hadn’t been wearing any clothing during the fucking either.

“What’s with that pissy look?” Diane snickered, crossing her arms to mimic Emily’s. Emily kept her gaze forward, her jaw tight.

“You cheated,” Emily replied bluntly. And though that may have held some truth to it, the bitter fact was that Diane’s upper body strength far overpowered Emily’s. She didn’t need to use bondage when it really came down to it. But the fact that she did left Emily feeling like she was set up.

Diane usually played fair in their little brawls. But the advantage Diane took that time may have sent Emily over the edge. She was getting fed up, but all Diane saw was a pouty face, and a chance to poke fun at it.

“You want a rematch, then? Come on, cry baby,” Diane taunted, walking up towards the bed. Emily scoffed, finally turning to look at her.

“You’re just going to cheat again,” Emily accused. Diane grinned, shaking her head.

“I’d say anything goes in a 69 match.” she said with somewhat of a shrug. Emily cocked a brow in question.

“What?”

“Whoever can hold their opponent in a deep-throat during a 69 until they cum, wins. I used to do it with my ex all the time.” Emily’s face flattened, as she waited for the reveal of some kind of joke. But Diane kept explaining. “The goal is to try to get out of the deep-throat while trying to keep your opponent in theirs. They can escape, as long as they’re in one when you cum. Cumming outside doesn’t count.”

It was very rare that Diane actually offered a chance for a battle. She usually just took her whenever she wanted. This suggestion for a match had Emily curious.

“You’re serious,” said Emily.

“Damn right I am. I warn you, though. I was 12-2 with my ex. And one of those I let her win. You wouldn’t be so lucky.”

“I don’t want a fucking pity win,” Emily scowled.

“So let’s do this, then. Top or bottom?”

Emily hesitated, not actually sure if she wanted to agree. But the chance to face-fuck Diane was too tempting. Even if she lo

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