Athena Wonder vs. Bubbles Burste - Her Biggest Fan

You know, in hindsight, crawling away with her back facing the horny MILF in a strap-on was not the best idea Bubbles ever had.

She’d managed to put some good distance between them, when she felt the earthquake and realized that distance was not her friend today. Athena knew how to use that distance, it seemed, because when Bubbles looked over her shoulder, she saw the Eight Wonder bounding towards her, leaping up, and…

”Crap.”

…coming down right on back.

Bubbles cried out in mortal anguish as her spine lit on fire, coming alive with the searing pain. It drove her up the wall, made her spasm, before she collapsed  to the floor with her arms spread out. No more fight from her.

Having crushed Bubbles under her weight with her running senton, Athena was sure that her opponent was now ripe for the picking. Getting herself up, she looked at Bubbles who was on her stomach, which was an ideal position for the Eighth Wonder to have her way with her.

Getting on her knees, Athena would grab Bubbles by her thighs, forcefully parting them so that she could finally use the strap-on that she had equipped on herself earlier. She didn't bother taking off her bottoms as she would just forcefully tugged them aside to expose her sex, presumably still dripping with her juices after being brought to a climax earlier.

Grabbing her by her meaty cheeks, Athena would position the fake cock at her snatch, rubbing its head right at her slit. "Come on... scream for momma..." she crooned as she would thrust her strap-on deep into her pussy, slamming it hard into her. She would not start slow and gentle because being slow and gentle wasn't the Super MILF's way. She would fuck her hard, thrusting deep into her without mercy.

People thought that Bubbles was a crazed, horny, relentless sex freak...and they were right. She was. Unapologetically so. But that didn’t mean she was equal opportunity when it came to the sexual avenues she traveled down. She had her preferred methods. Her styles that she liked more than others.

Strap-ons weren’t something she hated by any stretch of her lewd imagination, but they definitely were a commonly used apparatus in the Burste household. Mariah wasn’t a terribly big fan, even when she was in the right mood for it. Occasionally, one of Bubbles partners would drag one out, and they’d have a go.

But Bubbles had never had one used on her like this. No from such a powerful, driven opponent. It was a little scary, but one exciting. There were precious few who could give her the gift of a fresh sexual experience.

So. Yes. This was going to be interesting.

Bubbles threw her head back and moaned, making a hoarse, ragged noise as Athena slammed the tool home. Just like everything with her, it was rough and heavy, hitting hard and sinking deep. It left her panting on her back, toes curled and muscles straining with each thrust. ”Oh, fuck.” Bubbles gasped, as her eyes rolled back. ”Harder, fuck...harder!”

Athena went to town fucking her opponent, thrusting the fake cock into her pussy without mercy and reservation. The result was what she was hoping for, with Bubbles begging to be fucked even harder. Smirking, the Eighth Wonder increased her speed, going rough and forgiving on her younger foe, looking to give her the most intense fucking in her life.

"You want harder? Here you go!!"

Athena only had one intention in mind; bringing Bubbles to an explosive, mind-blowing orgasm that would surely leave her dry and drained. The sight of Bubbles rolling her eyes from sheer pleasure made the Super MILF even more motivated to hear the Virgin Killer letting out an orgasmic cry when she finally reached her climax!

Rough. Wild. Crazy. Violent. Vicious. Hard. Athena was ticking off many boxes.

Bubbles’ eyes began to roll back into her head, her breathed shortened, her heart threatened to beat clean out of her chest. Each thrust drove her closer the brink in a way that she hadn’t experienced in a long time, and the noises that came from her were inhuman moans, growl and grunts, coming faster and harder, tearing through her throat, until…

”Oh, fuck!”

‘Oh, fuck’ indeed. Bubbles came, and true to her reputation, it was a thunderous, rumbling affair, one that had her shaking on the floor. She came out in spurts, each one shorter than the last, draining her out into nothing beneath the sensual superheroine. ”That was...that was…”

”Amazing.” Mariah finished the sentence as she watched from under the bottom rope. ”Having fun in there?”

And there's the climax. Thrusting the fake cock deep into Bubbles, Athena managed to get a very mind-blowing orgasm out of her opponent. The mature heroine was loving every second of this as she managed to conquer her highly-sexual foe in the most rewarding manner.

Athena heard Mariah's words and she glanced at her, grinning. "Well, if you're really that curious, I can get something arranged for you..." she said to Mariah as she drew the plastic cock out of Bubbles' pussy. "But... we're far from done here..." Athena said, smiling in a predatory manner as she would make sure to have Bubbles lying on her belly, her legs spread for her finishing touch.

Priming the dildo right on her opponent's ravaged slit, Athena would reach out for Bubbles' head, clutching her hands under her chin so that she could pull her back in a manner that similar to a camel clutch, though the moment she started pulling her head back, bending her body, Athena would thrust her strap-on into her pussy again, plowing her hard. She wasn't satisfied with just two. Might as well bring the number to three.

And there was the climax. Right there. One hell of a burst, running through her entire system. Was it the best orgasm she’d ever had? That was hard to say, even if Bubbles narrowed it down to the AFW orgams only. But if you only included the times where a weapon had been used? No. There wasn't much that came close.

Bubbles was laying there, breathing hard, trying her best to get her breath back. Not an easy thing to do given what had just happened to her...and what would likely be happening in short order.

She gasped as Athena came in once more, giving her precious little time to rest. In a way, Bubbles was happy for that. She could never get enough of sex. But, at the same time, she wanted to win, and she was a bit tired of riding shotgun.

So, when Athena grabbed her head and started to slide up, Bubbles slammed her fist on the floor, growled hard, and pushed up with all of her might, trying to rise fast and strong in an attempt to send her opponent rolling away.

When Athena started sliding the strap-on into Bubbles' pussy while pulling her hard back, the bigger woman started fighting back. It was surprising, considering that the orgasm earlier should've taken quite a lot out of her.

Like a wild bronco, the Virgin Killer managed to stop Athena's plan to wring out more climax out of her by getting up, and thanks to that, Athena was thrown off of her, rolling away.

"Guh..." Seeing that Bubbles still had enough strength in her to throw her away, it looked like the match was still far from over. Athena would get up on her knees after distancing herself from Bubbles. Her cum-coated strap-on wobbled slightly as she moved.

Rising up on her feet, Athena would continue looking at Bubbles, her eyes focusing on her. Well, if she refused to stay down, she would make sure that she wouldn't be able to do so next time she got to fuck her again.

From the sidelines, Mariah finally allowed herself to exhale. She’d been holding her breath throughout the harrowing ordeal, watching as Athena ran ragged over her wife. It hadn’t been an easy thing to observe - yes, others had managed to get the better of Bubbles before, but few could do it in such convincing, commanding fashion. How Bubbles managed to muster the energy for an escape was a mystery to her.

But she supposed the ‘how’ didn’t matter. She’d pulled it off. She was standing. She was fighting. That the important takeaway.

Though she wasn’t in the best spot at the moment, that was for certain. Bubbles had to roll to the ropes and use them to pull her bulk up, working her way up to knees and then her feet, breathing hard and heavy all the way.

She would be fine. She’d be okay. She just needed a moment to get her head back in the game. The question was whether or not Athena would give her that moment.

Seeing Bubbles rolling over to the ropes and pulling herself up, Athena decided that giving her any more time to recover would lower her chance to emerge victorious in this match. She had to admit that Bubbles was at a different level altogether. Not many could get back after being savagely fucked like that.

So, seeing her opponent rising up on her feet, the Eighth Wonder advanced towards her, planning to continue the beating to weaken the Virgin Killer before going to fuck her brain out that she would stop thinking for a good while.

Getting closer to Bubbles, Athena picked her pace, running over to her with the intention of landing a lariat on her, hoping to send her tumbling out of the ring, thrown over the top rope, hopefully crashing down into the barely-padded floor outside the ring.