Take your chances watching Ben

Still somewhat perturbed about your loss you decide against acknowledging Francine's advances. Instead you focus on the sexfight unfolding before you.

Ben is clearly in a disadvantageous position. Arna had been able to rest after extracting a premature orgasm from you. Ben of course went into the sexfight with Arna immediately after defeating Francine. There is no doubt that Ben is losing control. You can feel it. Right down to your toes.

Arna is grinding him harder than any other fighter you've seen… moving in a quick, relentless rhythm.

And when Arna hears the soft sound in the back of his throat, she knows she has him close.

“YES!” she shouts. “DO IT! DO IT FOR ME BEN!”

Ben moves his hands up to her hips, and tries to control her rhythm… but there was no controlling Arna. He knows that. She has him on the ropes. On her back. His eyes are wide open as Arna continues her path to victory

Ben can’t control it any longer. He is ready. His cock twitches inside her. He is on top and she is under him.

Under him.

"Ah like that, ah fuck! Make my titties bounce!"

“You have control now,” Francine adds in. “You’ve got his cock! Don't let go until he fucking cums!”

Ben can’t stop Arna. She is in the zone. Unstoppable.

All he can do… is hold on. For just… a few… seconds…

“You know it’s over!” she shouts at him. “Give in! Do it!”

"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!" Francine starts chanting.

She takes his hands on her hips and slides them up onto her large flopping breasts. “You’ve met your match, Ben!” she says, glaring into his eyes. “Here she is! Fucking your big cock! Making you cum!”

Ben can’t say anything. His cock spurts into her.

Ben doubles over releasing the last of his precious cum. As expected, Arna crushes Ben as she did you.

"Silly boys...why did you ever accept our challenge?....you must have known we'd get you in the end..."

Ben looks irritated and glances at you, as if your premature cum was the cause of his loss.

"Oh honey" Arna says to Ben "Don't be angry, just remember that I still loved fucking your big fat cock. Now we just know who is best, that's all....Now boys, time to get a move on, I am still horny as fuck and I need Francine to relieve me of my itch".

With that you gather your clothes, get dressed and move on with Ben. Not sure whether Ben is consoling you or being a sarcastic asshole he comments that it could have been worse.

"You could have fucked Francine and let her mentally scar you with a subsequent earth shattering orgasm."

Then in a more conciliatory tone "When your end comes, and one rival has bested another, after being intimate with each other in loathing, can you forget? Do you simply move on, seeking new prey and new pussy to conquer? I wish you luck Roger."