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General Category => Chat Fight Logs And Message Board Fights => Message Board Fights => Topic started by: Vanessa on March 28, 2018, 05:50:40 PM
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It has been a few weeks since Linda and I had our last fight at the casino. I decided to take a long weekend and enjoy myself alone, never knowing who I might have a bit of fun with. Standing in front of the desk I am talking to the floor manager after checking in before heading up to the Presidential Suite. The floor manager is telling me how the staff has missed seeing me and is looking forward to insuring that I have a refreshing weekend and that if there is anything I need to just let him know. As we engage in a bit of flirtation I see his eyes widen a bit as he looks over my shoulder. As I turn my head I see my rival Linda exiting a cab through the large windows. Turning back to Allen, the manager, I smile and tell him he can "rest easy hon, this cur and I aren't here to rearrange any more of the floor items not to put on a show. It is just happenstance that she and I seem to always be here on the same nights." I slowly walk back over to the large reservation desk and watch you enter, loving the look I see on your face as you look up and see me standing there. As you walk over I smile myself, saying out loud "Damn, I thought there was a limit on how many times someone can get destroyed here and continue to return. Guess some "women" are too old to realize when they should stop trying. Oh Hello Linda, and how are you.....dear?" as I my eyes roam over your nicely dressed form, looking for any obvious remnants of our last encounter. Before you can reply I turn and give Maria a wave asking her to send up the catalog from the casino's exclusive clothing department to my suite. At that I turn and start to head over to the reserved elevator. Stopping I turn back and see you glaring at me. Taking a step to you I lean close enough so only you can hear me. "Call me when you get you room bitch, I have a wonderfully wicked idea for this weekend, that is if you are not going to run out like a little girl. We have sooooo much to discuss."
As I enter the elevator and it smoothly glides up to the top floor I can't help but feel a tingle of anticipation course through me. The thought had suddenly popped into my mind that Linda and I have both went tooth and nail but never have I had the chance to turn her into a quivering mess in an all out sexfight and this weekend may present just this chance. I can feel my nipples harden at the images that run through my mind of the 2 of us tearing at one another as we engage in the ultimate female competition, trying to out fight and out fuck the other. "Damn good thing I got this huge suite then" I muse to myself. Now to see if the old whore will rise to my bait. "Seems like this weekend just blossomed with opportunity" I think to myself, exiting the elevator and slowly walking up to my suite. As I enter I take it in, the large floor to ceiling windows, the complete bar, the sunken living space, the 2 luxurious bedrooms with baths ensuring complete and total privacy if needed. "This is just perfect". I say out loud,
I walk over to the bar and pour myself a large bourbon and sit back and wait to see if you call. I have taken just 2 drinks when my phone rinds. I wait a moment and then answer knowing full well who is on the other end of the connection. When you do identify yourself I smile, then begin my attempt to seduce you to my suite.
"Linda, how good you took me up on my invitation to call. I have a few things to propose to you. As we both know the last few "outings" we have had together have not been in your favor and I was feeling remiss in the fact that you have not had the opportunity to redeem yourself....if you even could. Here's my idea. I have this huge suite. I am alone for the weekend. We have both went all out in our past wars and you have seemed to come up just short in every meeting. What I am proposing is to have you spend the entire weekend....here.....with me....alone in this suite. we would then take things to the final level. We would have the chance to have the ultimate confrontation. An all out anything goes sexFIGHT. This would finally put to rest in your mind that I am and always will be the better woman. I can and will out fight you....I can and will out fuck you. If you have the womanly resolve just come up. I have already left instructions for Maria to have a card ready for you at the reservation desk. All you have to do is pick it up and come on up. So, are you really my rival or just another wannabe?" I purr into the phone, waiting to hear you say what I hope to hear.
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The Winter has been endless, and even though Spring has arrived, I am cooped up and frozen. My hubby Tim suggested that I go off for the long weekend and relax, knowing that spending some of his bucks at the Casino seems to put me in a good mood. Normally, I would jump at the chance, but through incredible bad luck, my last two trips ended up in catfights with some overripe whore that eked out humiliating victories over me. Lightning cannot strike three times, I say to myself, and wanting to enjoy a little fling, I pack my SUV and chug off for adventure.
The closer I get, the more that vivid memories of my two catfights with that Vanessa flood my thoughts. I find myself stepping on the gas pedal as I remember opportunities to stomp on her, am almost crushing my coffee cup as I think of her soft breasts in my clutches, and as I run my hand through my hair I am forced to recall the shameful pube plucking I endured. I twitch, feeling the lush growth down there, and look forward to some pampering as I pull into the spa and have valet service deal with bags and car.
Swishing my buns, throwing my hair back, a glance in the mirror shows me looking good as I make an entrance, which turns mouth dropping instead of show stopping. Right in front of me is that auburn haired slut. This cannot be. Before I can swerve or back away, she spots me and has the nerve to greet me, asks me to call, and sashays off like she owns the place. Open mouthed, that sweet Allen, who always handles my requests, informs me that the room is all set, luggage already up there. "Always exciting when you are here Miss Linda". I hurry what would normally be a coy moment, as I thank him and rise up to my room, my head spinning.
What did that bitch mean about discussing things? Could this be a setup? I stew for an impatient moment as I pour a crown royale and realize that I have to expunge this tart from my head, as if squeezing a zit. The analogy is perfect for me, and picturing Vanessa as a foul pimple, I dial up. Never one to sit back, or as my husband says, always leading with my mouth, I listen to her outrageous invitation to settle things. Bustling side to side nervously, I listen and instantly accept. She natters on, about arrangements and her wonderful fucking suite, but my heart is pumping so hard I can’t hear her. I have tonight and the whole weekend to deflate this hag flatter than a shed snake skin. Whatever she said or says, once I get up to her suite, (and why is it higher than mine), I will be setting the agenda, not her.
She has never dealt with me in a truly one on one situation and there will be no escaping my wrath. A flicker of thought crosses my mind: why is she doing this?, but I realize she is so egotistical that she thinks she will gain another triumph more easily than before. My only internal hesitation comes with the idea of a sex fight with her. I am completely confident that I have seen all her catfighting tricks, but I am probably a novice compared to her in sexfighting. Well, I’ll beat the crap out of her sloppy titties first, and that should soften her up.
Heading towards the station where Maria will meet me to provide an access card, her eyebrows arch when I let her know that I’ll be staying with my good friend Vanessa for part of my stay. "Lets hope you have good fortune" she gracefully suggests. In my sheer dark blue dinner gown that I thought was so delicious, I let myself into this so called presidential suite, to be surprised by how elegant it is, much more so than cookie cutter style rooms like the suite I was provided. Announcing myself, I hear her bray a welcome and listen to her horsey clip clopping as she rounds a corner, both of us with hands on hips.
"Thank you for providing an opportunity to test each other. You have no idea how much I will enjoy this", as I undress my foe with my eyes, getting ready to shred this piece of baggage. No one here to separate us this time or to place inhibitions on us. "Shall we discuss our little weekend get together?"
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As we stand across from one another, each of us in an aggressive posture I canohelp but smile.
“Oh.....hon....I am so glad you opted to take me up on my offer. Before we both throw caution to the wind I would like to tell you something. And let me preface this by telling you as I am sure you will agree we are not now and never will be “friends”. What we are are rivals. I do not like you nor do I care for you haughty holier than thou attitude. That being said I will acknowledge your capabilities. You did succeed in doing one thing in our 2 previous fights. That was push me beyond anyplace I have been before. Now it’s my turn.
During the fights we had you always were hesitant to let go, to embrace the primal sexual heat. If you are a true rival you will admit that. I could tell your body was responding and was craving more but you were too prudish to engage me in that manner. Our fights, no our WARS were tooth and nail and even though I came out on top I wanted more, to push the boundaries even further, to remove ALL restrictions and fight and fuck you. So, all that being said, that is what I crave. I am reasonably sure you do as well. “
Stepping over to the bar I take a chance and turn my back to you as I pour myself a glass of my bourbon of choice, Blantons. Taking the bottle of Crown Royal I pour you a drink and leave it sitting in the bar.
I walk past you, feeling your seething glare, and sit on the large chair. Crossing my legs I take a long slow sip as I stare at you.
“I also took the chance and have gotten us some “attire” for this if you would like to possibly use it. It is laid out on the bed in the room I have for you. Mine is laid out in a like manner in my own. Rest assured I did not invite you here to seduce you, to make love to you, or to even have sex with you. I invited you here for one reason. An all out primal anything and everything goes sexFIGHT. And it will be a fight. So if you got the tits bitch get dressed after you finish your drink.”
I stand up and walk into my room. Closing the door I quickly strip down to bare skin. Looking in the floor length mirror I run my hands over my rock and nipples and down through my trimmed bush, pressing hard in my engirged clutch. Then I turn and slip the sheer thigh hi hosiery on and then slip into the dark green crotchless panties, hoping you are preparing in a like manner with your matching dark blue ones.
I walk back out and again take my seat, spreading my legs wide as I lean back and sip on my bourbon, watching your door and waiting to see if you are a worthy rival.
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As I see you face to face and alone, starting to talk with a swagger, I am about to pounce like a feral cat, but a word or two of yours penetrates. You are calling me a rival and challenging me to an all out effort with the winner able to know that she is the better, no, the best woman. My quivering lower lip and flushing earlobes reveals my brain working it out. No boundaries, fucking and fighting till fucked and fought out, and then looking down at your carcass.
I am sold and willing to play along, even as you waltz in front of me with your back turned, me whiffing a waft of your subtle but strong perfume as I pick up my crown royal and watch you go to your room. Not finishing my drink, but taking it with me, I admire the royal blue crotchless panties, with the lace design framing my fair Irish flesh and my kinky thatch of newly grown in fur. Wriggling into my thigh hi's and adjusting, I suck in a breath, then a draught of my drink. The lighting is flattering and my confidence is soaring as I do a little pivot. I wish I had a battle flag, but my jutting pink nipples will do.
It is now my turn to stride boldly back to the ‘arena’ near the bar, where I note another drink poured and you sitting legs agape wearing a green outfit identical in pattern to my blue. I slow my steps, and slide by the bar, and gracefully holding my drink, matching your posture as I sit facing you. "Great set up, i'll have some great photos of the results" as I nod over to my phone. "Before we start, I want to see what you really look like", as I pointedly focus on your face, then neck, then tits. My gaze lingers, as I huff , and sneer, and shake my head at some aspect of your appearance or body. My eyes dart to your legs and thighs, tsk,tsking, then your tummy and hips with a snort, and then my eyes bore into your crotch, and your bush, and your thin lipped snatch. I arch up in my chair, wriggling my buns and assume the proud posture of a contest winner, as my lips curl slightly.
Let this bitch soak up the results of my examination I think.
"Not sure how you measure up" as I stand, legs spread and slowly advance on you. "I suppose I should check the texture", as I turn my hand upward in a cupping move. and after a hesitation, move it up from crotch level to breast height. My eyes are twinkling as I let you know "I am not holier than thou, simply a smarter and classier lady then you Vanessa".
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Now this should be some battle. Go at it girls!!
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Watching you strut in from your room I find my eyes glued to you. Taking you in, watching you swagger your way over to the bar and then as you take a seat across from me, mimicking my own spread relaxed posture. My eyes stare into yours then I purposely let them drop to your large tits, noting that your nipples are seemingly as hard and aroused as my own. Lower I look taking in your form, the smile never leaving my face but also never reaching my eyes. Finally I center my gaze on the obvious new fur between you legs, the thin pouty lips protruding from the folds of the crotchless panties.
As you stand up and comment upon the “texture” I realize that what we have both really desired is finally going to happen. I smile even more as I stand up facing you. Taking a final sip of my bourbon, the warmth slowly spreading through my body as it slides down my throat, I sit the cut crystal glass down on the table.
“Yes Linda, lets examine the texture. Let me show you the body that is going to bring you to sexual heights you have never known and show you the pain to go along with that pleasure. Let me” as I step closer to you, taking slow measured steps until we are standing nipple to nipple. The heat coming from both of us intense. I look down at the contrast of you in the blue lace and myself in the green. Looking back up into your eyes I see the lust mirrors there that is showing in my own. “We can be as soft and slow and sensual as you want....bitch” I whisper as I align my nipples with yours, then hear us both gasp as the electric like shock is made s they touch. “Or....we can be as hard and as rough and dirty as we can both be” I snarl as I quickly reach up and yank your red hair hard, bringing our faces together as I bite/kiss your lips. Pushing my entire body into yours as I force my tongue into your mouth and lick yours. Our eyes locked on one another’s. “And I am positive we will do it all before you finally end up in a cum covered heap beneath me you SLUT” I snarl.
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As the distance closes with us advancing in slow measured steps, it seems as if a soundtrack should be playing. Heat and vibes emanate even before your rubbery brown nipples thump into my delicious pink ones with a shock. Both pairs of breasts quiver as I suck in a breath. I watch your expression and note how sensitive your hangers are. Amazed at how you keep talking, going on and on with your bluster, I am truly surprised when you suddenly shove in lip to lip, and roughly kiss, lick and nip. I catch the evil glint in your eyes, before I shove you off and side step.
My buns twitching, I give you a piece of my mind "This isn’t going to be your fantasy, you jumped up street walker. I have quality, I have standing in my profession, I am respected and educated, I have the best husband and children and grand children. I also have the best tits" as I sway them enough to thwap, thwap against yours "and the best lips, top and bottom. I am not a wordy bitch, always babbling, and am not some selfish domineering slut. You will learn to listen and obey and that my actions speak loudly" .
I lean in to punctuate my little speech with a lick of your neck, managing to avoid your hair, that stiffens you with its surprising gentility, as my nuzzling comes up under your ear, my nose flicks it, just as I nip down on it and tug. Pulling back, and then releasing I let you know that you are owed that and much more from the last time we met. As you adjust to me pacing our duel, I whip my hand out and slap your face. My hands drop to my hips now that I have given you a taste of what is coming and say "lets check out the goods like ladies".
My hand comes up to weigh your left breast, noting the traces of stretch marks, as I arch my Irish creamers. "Come on, we never did find out who has the better boobs. Yours will be flatter than a pancake, judging by this one." We have an entire weekend of challenges ahead of us, and I intend to have this ditzy bitch whimpering through it all.
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As you nuzzle and lick my neck the bite down on my ear lobe I feel a rush come over my body, tingling all over. As you take a step back and reach out and left and feel my breast I can feel my nipples harden even more. Then you begin to escalate the situation with the slap to my face.
“ mmmmmmmm, now it begins whore. And I disagree. You are a trumped up whore that is fit to be in the gutter not in the penthouse. But I do agree let’s examine our goods”. I reach out and lift and knead your left breast. “ Not bad.....for an old streetwalmer, but these girls are not even in league with mine. Here, let me show you what a real pair of tits feel like”. I lean in and swing my heavy tits into yours once and then twice. Then I reach out with both hands and begin to work on your nipples. Rolling them between my thumb and finger, pinching them lightly then a bit harder. All the while staring into your eyes. Seeing the lust begin to build then a wince or two as the pinching and tugging begins to get rougher.
Pushing in closer to you I dart my head down and take your left nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Hearing a slight gasp escape from your lips. Then just as quick I turn to your right breast and again suck your nipple hard into my mouth, my tongue stabbing at it. Feeling the rigidity get even harder as I do.
Bringing my face back up to hours I place my hands on your hips, letting my nails dig in a bit as I push my heavy globes into yours. “Funny bitch, your tits seem soft and loose. This is going to be a pleasure showing you how much better mine are. And you are right. We have the entire weekend. This is a marathon not a sprint”.
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With a breathy exclamation I push my face into yours" fingers don’t sink through MY flesh like this" as each hand pinches the flesh on the side of your boobs. Your look of unalloyed pain is a pleasure as shove my hands together, with your breasts oozing in my grip. " A whole weekend, so lets do this right, sow. I propose tit to tit first, with the winner deciding the terms of our next contest." I notice some squirming as I twist my pincers on your jugs and cannot stop myself from beaming. This slow ratcheting up of our duel has me intensely focused on every aspect of our situation.
"We have the whole weekend to come to a climax, and it will be even better if you see your fate unfolding with these mini duels. Of course, if you want me to tug you down on the floor and ravage you right away" as I pull your breasts downward "I would enjoy that too".
I release my grip on your spongy things, and note that an indent remains on each. "Not very resilient skin. I thought you oily types would stand up a little better. That wide eyed look enhances your appearance Vanessa, too bad it will look teary soon". I cradle my own breasts, giving each nip an instinctive rub, my legs shifting just a little apart as I feel my practiced fingers. I feel a slickness and sheen on my thighs, I wasn't aware it was that hot in here. " Flattened, then milked", as I tweak myself again, getting my pink tips to aim right at you. "You know, I did this a couple of times against some Indian bitch, and my theory that darker nipples are inferior was proven. Lets confirm that."
Realizing that I may have been chattering a bit, I slowly twist my torso, offering you a breast bruising challenge. "Don’t worry, i'll get you off after I mash those droopers" as I brace for your response.
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“Uugghh” I inadvertently gasp as you begin to knead and squeeze my tits. “Oh you cow....yes....lets just see whose tits come out on top” as I bring my hands up to your and give them both a rough squeeze of my own. As we stare into one another’s eyes I release you swollen tits now sporting 2 red handprints and cup my own. Lifting them up I align my nipples to yours and in an almost choreographed motion we both wrap our arms around one another and squeeze each other in a tight embrace. Our tits press tight and begin to mushroom out to the sides as the rom is filled with out mutual grunts and gasps. Looking down I comment “ well look at that...looks like your flabby soft udders are going to be the ones flattened when I finish with you. Feel that bitch, that is my nipples pushing yours back inside those tits of yours”, I snarl to you.
Reaching up with one hand I get a grip on the strands of your hair hanging down and tug your head backwards, causing a hiss of pain to escape from your tightly pressed lips. As we both squeeze tighter and harder we begin to shove body to body in an attempt to gain control and dominance over the other. During one hard move we both stumble a bit, letting my thigh slip between yours. I take advantage and press my stocking clad thigh hard up into your pussy and begging a sawing movement. Hearing you moan slightly in pleasure I lean even closer into you and whisper “you are soaking wet whore. Don’t cum just yet,I have not finished with your tits”.
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With short clipped breathing, from the exertion, I stagger as you billow into me, tits, faces and legs intermingled. "I am not soaked" I reply sort of stupidly, but my sturdy thighs clamp on your rubbing leg and stop that irritating motion down there. Our breasts squish even closer together, as I feel you wobble, having to rock on one leg as I trap your other impudent limb.
Focusing on our breast duel, I feel your pebbly tit tips jabbing in, but a twist of my body sends the whole works shifting to my left "not much tone one those bags, they just follow mine" as my arms go up to tug your head back in turn. Glancing down, I see that I am starting to shove your right breast into your own glistening arm pit "better not put your arm down, or you’ll squash that tit. Tha6t is a nasty spot for your breast to be stuck". Taking advantage of your trapped leg, I tug on your hair and lean into you, your tilted back posture and gravity helping me ex press your tits outward.
"Isn’t that something, your muffin top under those mushroomed tits" as I squirm even closer, feeling you on the edge of teetering over, my smooth pink tips now emerging over your nipples. Pulling your head forward, then shoving it back again, I brag "see who has top tits" and before you can offer a snarky reply, I spit at your mouth. My buns twitch as I get ready to topple you, your mouth dripping saliva the same way so many fluids have seeped down from it. "How sweet, you are drooling for me".
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This is brilliant ladies Please keep it going
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Awesome Linda. Love the action. After you finish with Vanessa, maybe you could take care of Mary in another sexfight. It would be one for the ages.
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As you trap my leg between yours and pull my hair I stumble a bit, my tits tights yours, our legs twisting with each other’s. Then you spit in my mouth. “Fucking nasty cxnt” I think to myself, saving my breath for this TITanic struggle. I smile at you then hiss into your face “ bitch my nipples are going to ruin yours just like my tits will flatten those saggy bags you call tits”, as ai twist my chest to my right, slapping my tits into yours and pushing them aside. I half laugh and half moan in excitement as you open your mouth to say some smart ass remark and I spit right there, a perfect shot.
You rear back as I spit in your mouth so I lean forwards and spit down onto your tits. You seem to rally a bit, shoving harder against me as we both stumble backwards, the floor slamming into my side as we both crash to my tight. Not lessening our tightly wrapped arms from around one another as we slowly start the classics cat roll, I again press my thighs up against your pussy. “Slut you are either soaking wet from excitement or you pissed yourself. Which is it whore” I whisper in your ear just before latching my teeth on your earlobe and giving a gentle tug then lick. “You already ready to cum for me”? I whisper, rubbing my tits with yours dude to side as my thigh finally parts your lips and rubs back and forth, the crotchless panties only heightens the feelings.
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Giving and taking is the name of the game, as I receive a mouthful of spittle, including some of my own, spat back into my gaping mouth, just before we crash to the floor onto our hips. Jarred, but squirming as we maintain our mutual grasp, I feel your impudent leg rubbing my pink bits as you slurp and gnaw on me. How disgusting this old hag is! Wedging a foot against yours, I strain my other leg and pry your leg apart. Freed from your slithering motions on my pussy, I have you doing a wishbone imitation with your clit sticking right out there to be wire brushed by my bush. "Will give it another scouring" as I wriggle my ass.
"I haven’t forgotten those tits of yours, but I can’t hardly feel them" and wriggle in again, this time feeling my smooth nipples shoving into your jelly like glands. Rolling back and forth, I jab again with my breasts, this time meeting resistance. "You fuck, when I invert those teats, just give up". I feel my boobs spreading and melding with your flesh but keep grinding. "You talk about me being wet, you are drenched", as I shove my bristly fur into your clit, drawing a wide eyed look. "Do you want me to split you in half?" as I keep my feet wedging yours apart.
My ass cheeks quivering as I keep up my furry clit scrubbing, I dare to glance at our blushing breasts and see two pairs of puffed out melons tightly packed. I hear you gasp and I redouble my half of the pressing and end up grunting myself. My rack feeling strange sensations, I try to get you to whimper a submission as I feel a tightness in my chest. Is that what flattening some bitch’s boobs feel like? "Something is gonna pop!"
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As you begin to grind your red wiry bush into my wet pussy I moan softly out loud. Looking down I see out tits meshed together, the feeling incredible as our nipples continue their own private war. “Here bitch, looks like your saggy bags could use some lube” I hiss then spit down on our tits. As it oozes between our flesh I press a bit harder, feeling the intensity increase as you push back against me.
I struggle against your legs with my own. Staring into your eyes I finally get my right leg free of your stretched out legs and the loud wet slapping sound is almost like a gunshot as our 2 soaking wet cxnts finally collide. Wrapping my arms around you in an even tighter grip I lean into you and whisper into your ear. “Feel that...ahhhh...you bitch. That is my pussy getting ready to eat yours alive. Come in Linda, fuckfight me you whore. Fight me like the slut you are!” as we both moan and gasp as our lips seal together. Both of us let go and lay back as we begin to slam our pussies together harder and faster as a prelude to the grinding that is bound to begin. I reach up and grip your left tit and knead and squeeze it, your nipple hot and hard against my palm.
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awesome fight you two, very wild and primal. cant wait to see who comes out on top
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Like a greased pig, you escape my prying feet and bring your nasty snatch into contact with my pussy, your face showing lustful excitement. " You revel in this, you whore!" Breathing hard, our combat is leaving me slick and panting, I feel my pouty lips on your scrawny slit and glow and shout "I’ll eat your cxnt alive!"
I lurch in reaction to having my nipple pawed, but my urgent motions won’t be denied as I hump my lower body and wipe your pussy with mine, twitching and pulsing. I feel your tremors and wriggle with glee, and glow with pride. She is dripping, I have her soaked, I’ll make her come and then flatten her boobs! I feel my face and upper body flushed, as my nostrils quiver and I actually snort. My breathing is obviously affected by my exertions, as I focus on your thrashing and feel every motion drilling right through me. I grab your hair, holding your face steady as I nuzzle into your neck, leaving a hickey an adolescent would be proud of.
I squeak and I flutter my bottom so I glide onto you, right on the sweet spots. Arching back so my tits can push into you, my eyes flutter as they try and focus find yours. I mutter "I own you, you are squirming, you are such an overheated slut". I am shaking from you flapping around into me as this all out wrestling is really affecting me. I see a sly smile, I’ll bet she is going to collapse in a second, just let me align my pussy just right. Every nerve end is alive on me as I feel the quaking.
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I moan out loud as you nuzzle my neck then gasp in pure pleasure as you begin to suck and bite there. I grind my soaking wet lips into yours. As you grind right back I begin to add a twist to my gyrations, letting my clit slide into yours as our pussy lips seal tight. I can feel you start to quiver as I hump into you at an even faster pace. Reaching up I twine my fingers into your hair and pull your face to mine. As we lock our lust filled eyes together we both moan out loud as our heavy Tits once again pancake together.
“Let go bitch, just let go and cum for me. You know you want to. You want to cum so bad I can feel your pussy running juice all over my own. Cum for me” as I then lean my face to yours and kiss you hard. Shoving my tongue deep inside your mouth, twisting it against yours, I release your hair and grab your hips, pulling us even tighter. Moaning loudly I can feel both of us shaking and quivering.
Knowing an orgasm is just moments away I grind my clit hard into yours. “Feel that. That is my clit fucking your cxnt” J whisper, panting with lust, trying to push you over the edge, wanting to feel you explode into my red hot cxnt.
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Sensational fight between 2 of the very best fighters on this site. Not sure which way this is going to go.
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In full body contact I can feel the upwelling of my excitement and am stupefied, excited by this trash, as my mind starts to reel like the rest of me. Flickering thoughts are running, I have to expect these urges from close contact, when I feel your clit spark against my own and I pulse. Your husky whispering is accenting my panting as I thrust my buns forward and smear our lips even tighter together, actually smothering your puny things with mine, as I cannot accept that I will tremble from your touches.
Forcing myself to think, as you have made my hips a handhold and have burrowed your hands into whatever flesh you could find, I shift my hands to our chest level and worm them in between our globes. Even as I mew from intimate contact, my fingers tug your nips to each side and start to twirl and flick them. Your heightened sensibilities bring an instant response and your mouth opens and head lolls. A thumb press on the tip of each nipple, combined with a dialing motion has your head twisting and mouth gaping. The weirdly comical thought that you look like a baby bird begging for a worm staves off my own excitement for another moment, as I twitch my undercarriage and suck yours along with it.
You are making garbled noises ! I have her, she is going off, I know it! and my engorged twat feels a new slickness or oiliness being secreted by you. I can’t wait to see you sprawled out like a reeking dishrag and the very thought of lording it over you at last puts me on a knife edge of pending delight.
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Best sexfight ever... ;D
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As we both continue to grind our cxnts together trying to force the other to cum I hiss at you. “Fuck you are hot you bitch just not hot enough. Cum for me. You know you want to. Harder. Fucking harder”. I lock my legs around your ass and pull us in tighter as my kneading of your tits gets a bit rougher. The sounds of us grunting and moaning is interspersed with some minor trash talk. “Come on you slut I love it hard and rough and nasty “ as I spit in your open mouth just before you say some remark. Leaning in I bite/kiss your neck leaving a hickey of my own there.
Our moaning and grunting getting louder as we continue our sex battle. The juice from both of us running down our legs and even dripping and pooling beneath us making the floor wet.
“Oh god I love fighting you this way you cxnt. Now fight me. Fuck me. My pussy is going to eat yours. After I make you cum for me I can’t wait to fill your pussy with my red hot juices when I cum!”
Our crotchless panties now soaked completely we grind harder together. The quivering and shaking that I feel coming from both of us as well as the glazed lust filled looks are a sure sign we are both so close to cumming hard and long.
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Best sexfight ever... ;D
Best fight............period !!
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Lord, you are still babbling away, while I am uttering unintelligible grunts. The heat is unbearable as your legs wrap around me, your cxnt wide open. You are so accessible like that, what a whore! Years and years of ‘waking the dead’ in married life have taught me the power of my buttered lips shifting as I churn my hips alternately a couple of inches up and down. That snatch of yours is going to get the works, as I chug away, almost gong ‘choo choo’ for you. Its not the motion you expected, but I can see in your eyes how powerful and affecting it is.
I twist and tug and flick your sweaty titties while I work your wide open twat, my mouth leaking drool and the spit you keep providing. Our matted red hair, of various shades, is draped over us as I seek to lick or bite something, anything. Twitching like mad, I can feel an explosion or two building down below. I’ll teach her to duel with me, my pussy is better, just like my tits are better, just like I am better. She is not my equal, I won’t let her make be scream and buck.
Finding words amidst my snuffling, I promise you "you’ll be begging me to stop" and that "I will own every dripping inch of you". I can feel my muscles thrusting so hard against your locking legs, keeping my pussy sloshing along yours and turning some of our juices to a raunchy paste. Huh, I feel tremors, my tremors. Please God that I am responding to her orgasm.
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My hair sweaty tangled and hanging down in my face, my body glistening with sweat from the exertion, my breathing coming in deep gasps as we both continue to strive against one another. As I look at you I see you in the same erotic condition I am in. Both of us grunting and moaning, straining to keep our orgasm at bay.
“Fuck, how can this bitch be holding out this long? Why hasn’t she started cumming? Fuck I just want to explode!” run through my mind as my body begins to quiver from pure lust. “God it feels so fucking good” my mind screams.
I grip your hips, my nails trailing down into your thighs as I lay back and begin to pull your pussy into my own, thrusting wildly. My head lays back and a long loud moan escapes my lips as I start to cum. My eyes screwed tight as my entire body goes rigid, I pant and hear myself yell out loud “Oh Fuck Yes I’m Cumming!Fuck me you cxnt! Fuck Meee! “ I can feel my cxnt pulse as I squirt my red hot juice right into your wide open pussy. Feeling you start to shake and quiver as I cum again, the room a sudden white glare at the mind boggling orgasm hits me again.
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Oh yes, she is coming like the bitch in heat she is. What type of whore boils over for her rival like this cxnt? She is coming again….what trash, only trash would. I am thrilled as I twitch into you once again only to feel your squirt lather my own pussy, both your juices and my overworked senses washing over me. I jerk, then grunt then start meeping and trembling. My pussy is titillated by your pulsing twat and goes off like a rocket.
Gasping, not believing that I am responding to the spectacle of this wanton bitch I clutch my own breasts and yell. Only wanting to take in and soak up the spectacle of you squirming I am overtaken by my own rut. My pussy throbs as I feel it swimming, just like my head. Holding my tits and squeezing my nipples, my mouth hangs open as I just try to keep contact down low and keep the electric current connected.
I meep "don’t move away!" as we pop apart for a second, and I desperately worm closer. Grunting and snuffling, I wonder when these sensations will stop, and hope they never will. Semi-concisous, I have a blurry image of your wallowing in your depravity, then glinting at me.
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As I start to realize that I just had the most intense orgasm ever it registers that you are moaning and squirming as you cum. I hear you cry out “don’t move away” as you push back into me. I grip your thighs and shove our soaked cxnts back into contact and grind my clit against yours, watching your eyes close and your mouth gaping open as you cum a second time. Your hands squeezing your tits hard, pinching at your nipples.
When you finally lay back I feel both of us twitch occasionally. Raising up in my elbows I look at you. Your hair hanging in your face, tits red and swollen, face flushed. I realize I look just as worn down as you. “ Fuck bitch, you may have lasted longer than me but not by enough to really count. This is not even close to being over” I whisper to you, my throat dry. I slowly disentangle my body from yours, our pussies stuck together, our bushes tangled. The plopping sound is loud in the room as we both grimace from the tearing of our bushes as they come apart. I finally get the strength to sit up as you slowly raise your body from the floor. Looking down I see my tits red and swollen, handprints visible just as yours are. We have both undergone a rough nasty struggle.
“I need a drink you cxnt. And some food. Give me a min and if you are woman enough to stay the night we can finally settle this in the morning. Right now it is up in the air and I plan on proving that I can out fight you and our fuck you”.
I stumble over to the phone, feeling you staring daggers in my back as I do. I call down and order food to be brought up and after hanging the receiver up I collapse into the chair. Pouring myself a healthy shot of bourbonI watch you get to your feet and pour yourself a glass as well.
It seems like seconds have passed when we both hear the door to the suite open unannounced and we turn and see Maria enter with a large trolly of food. As she walks into the room she stops. Her eyes look from you to me, sitting in our crotchless underwear and hose and nothing else. “Well damn girls, you too look like.....well like 2 women who have just gone the distance. How I wish I could have been here to see that”. She licks her lips as we both stare at her, noticing how her nipples are now tenting her white blouse. “Enjoy ladies, compliments of the management” as she then takes a long last look the slowly turns and leaves.
“Ok bitch, are you going to stay. The spare room is yours. Just know that if you do then tomorrow we finally find out just how much you can take before admitting you are not going to come out on top?” I ask as we both stare at one another, legs splayed apart. Our sex obvious, our lips swollen and both clits still prominently on display. I stand up and take a step over to the food as I take another drink of my Blanton’s bourbon.
I bend over and remove my dark green panties as I look you up and down. Tossing them on the leather ottoman I turn back and begin to enjoy the meal. Watching your every move.
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As we gasp ourselves apart, I shake my head and wonder what happened. Our duel is a fuzzy concept in my head, but I am still feeling the aftershocks, as I twitch and then glance up to see myself observed. In spite of you wallowing in your depraved lust when I drove you to writhing orgasms, you seem to have recovered quite quickly, as you are busily sizing me up. Wondering what this wanton is looking at, I glance down to see myself shimmering and red and reeking of our encounter. Never mind, she looks totally debauched, as I fling my hair back with a proud motion, only to feel and hear it hit with a wet flap, sort of ruining the effect.
"Well, I suppose I should have kept going and finished you Vanessa, I see your tits are hanging even lower. I consent to continue till your finish, but some food and drink will be good." Sipping my crown royal, I play my recollection of the fight back in my mind, my eyes absently focusing on your dripping snatch. I glance down, and my newly regrown bush has stood the test, literally, as its wirey nature has kept it from appearing the sodden mass of your plastered down pubes.
I jump at the arrival of room service, and squirm as Maria reviews us and remarks. There is no way I can be so non chalant about being openly nude in front of the help, and am shocked that you are chowing down in complete nakedness. "Well, I shall nibble a little also, but will clean up a bit first." Rising, I make it a point to walk right by you, and thrust my hip almost in your face before taking care of a few things in my portion of the suite. Wiping and blotting, de-sliming my thighs, a quick overall refreshing, and a towel wrapped about me sets me up for a bite. I end up being ravenous, and have to slow up as I eagerly devour the meal. As my heart slows up, and my appetite is sated, I realize that you have watched me like a hawk the whole time. Taking the challenge in stride, I let you know that "you don’t have anything I can’t beat."
Totally naked under my towel I unveil after I am done with dinner and motion, with both open legs and arms that we should indeed rest up for an even more decisive go round. " I won this time, but it was almost even. Let us make sure that there is no doubt as to your status when we finish. I won’t let you leave before totally flattening those tits of yours, don’t think you have escaped that fate. Care to discuss how we finish this up, or shall I just show you tomorrow morning?"
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As I sit and recover after a marvelous meal I watch you. As you finish your own repast then stand up and drop your towel I blatantly look you up and down.
When you pose the question of how we should resume our conflict I cannot help but smile. Taking a slow drink of my Blanton’s bourbon I reply.
“If you really wish to have a definitive conclusion in the morning bitch I am more than happy to show you just how to flatten a pair of tits. And from the looks of yours that won’t take long at all. I suggest we go at this in stages. After all, this is a sexfight weekend not a gutter brawl like you are so used to. As we are both mature passionate lusty women I suggest we begin with a kiss fight. You seem to think you are so much better than anyone else around we can determine just how experienced you are. After tat possibly take a break, a shower and a light lunch. Then we can proceed to see who actually does have the dominant tits in an all out tit war. To conclude I am looking forward to getting your pussy in reach of mine and letting her devour yours. Might I be so bold as to suggest, no, insist on a catball fuckfight, cxnt to cxnt...clit to clit....and tit to tit till the end.”
I stand up and take a step towards you as you rise to meet me. Standing nipple to nipple I reach out slowly and take a lock of your hair and place it behind you ear. Leaning in so my face is mere centimeters from yours, our eyes piercing each other like daggers, “unless you are too timid and afraid to open yourself up this way with me.” I whisper in a deep lust filled husky voice. “ Ifafter all of that you still have a bit of fight left in you why then I imagine we would have to engage in a nasty 69 match to see who is the true Alpha cxnt. And now I am going to freshen up and then come right back here and relax before retiring for the evening. If you are still here when I finish I know what the answer will be.”
With that last remark I push my tits into yours as I push past you on the way to a fantastic hot shower.
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Fidgeting and frustrated as you go on, and on, and on, do you ever shut up?, I realize that you are setting the terms of our fight, actually my fight. I start thinking how to take you down a peg, when your twin pegs waft into mine as you brush your boobs into mine, and you bound off to your room. "Why you arrogant jumped up tart", but I am talking to your vanishing butt, and I am left with my hands on my hips, gesticulating with my head at nothing.
Having to blow off steam, I debate going down to the casino, but getting ready to go out seems too involved in my current state. I flick on the idiot box and see coming attractions, then the 'passion of the casino: the intensity' and peer in. This can’t be, they have a dumb voiceover, but they have footage of a catfight advertising the place. Our catfight! with the final shot being a foot arching in the air desperately as happy revelers clap and cheer. And you had the nerve to call me a gutter brawler, why if I hadn’t slipped, I would have ruined you that time, and if my ass hadn’t landed so hard on the concrete, I would have walloped you the other time. My lower lip now sticking out to match my chin, I am determined to take the initiative and your pride tomorrow. I’ll play her games, and beat her at them. I hear you coming back and shut off the TV, after another glance at the looped fight they keep playing, andI head for a well deserved and desired shower. " Will be ready for you bright and early tramp", as you get a parting shot of my sweet buns.
Think, Linda, think, what makes that tawdry slut tick. What are her weaknesses? Delicacy and refinement, she has no defense against that at all. I will slow the pace and nibble her till she is drooling, If I can penetrate all the makeup she will wear. I give my hubby a ring to remind him about the dog, and dinner the day after tomorrow, and to let him tell me how much he misses me. It feels good to be worshiped from afar, but tomorrow, I’ll have that bitch doing her worshipping up close and personal.
Rolling and squirming in bed, I am reliving the day. I just can’t sleep. I wish I could finish her right now, and get up, brush my hair out, and sit on the edge of the bed, still squirming. Is that a noise, is she still up? It won’t hurt o check, and I pad out. Perhaps I’ll just get another drink, or maybe she is sitting there frigging herself. She was so turned on, I had such an effect on her.
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Wow!! Amazing posts y'all. We can all learn by reading this thread.
And Vanessa, you got her darlin.....you can take her!
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After Linda went into her room I finished my drink and then retired myself. As I brushed out my auburn hair I slipped on my sheer cream sil robe. Leaving the sash untied and the robe parted I stood in front of the mirror, looking at the light scratch marks on my proud tits, the faint but still red marks on my neck from your mouth. I run my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath. Not being able to sleep I decide to take another nightcap and walk out into the large spacious living area. Pouring a double shot of my bourbon into the crystal cut tumbler I pad over to the floor to ceiling window, leaving the lights set on their lowest. Taking a slow sip the bourbon leaves a pleasant burn as it courses down. I silently look out at the lights in the dark, thinking back over the past hours. What are the chances that we would both be here again and that you would accept my challenge? The fact that you were able to keep your lust in check just barely long enough to have me be sated first. I am finally getting the opportunity to face you as real women should, in private, no one to interrupt us, no loud crowd, just us going all out in a sexual confrontation in a primal manner.
I hear your door softly open and you quietly enter the room. My back to you, my hair softly laying on my shoulders, “couldn’t sleep either?” I softly ask. “The morning promises to be one that we will both remember, you are aware of that aren’t you....Linda? One full of pain and pleasure. Intense emotions that I long for.”
Maybe it is the bourbon talking but right now I feel close to you even though we both are engaged in a bitter hate filled weekend. “You push me to limits that no one else has been able to do you hateful bitch, and I am going to return that to you and more” I whisper as I turn to face you. Seeing you standing in front of me. My nipples once again rock hard. My body reacting to your presence.
I look at you, wondering what your response will be as I turn back to the window. My reflection almost ghostlike in the cream colored silk robe. Taking another deep drink I stare out into the evening.
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She is up, an apparition in a light robe in the dim light, sipping a drink. I almost jump as you speak reflectively without strident threats or bluster. "I thought I would get a night cap" I mumble as I look at you silhouetted and see your robe molding to your form. When you turn around I feel incredibly naked. A light beam is hitting my breast and I am fumbling with a bottle. Somehow it seems so coarse of me to be uncovered as you reflect and review our contest.
It doesn’t even enter my head to resume hostilities, and my guard drops for a moment, as I plop my plush bottom down and sip my whisky. "I have often wondered if there was a way to find out if a woman is truly better." Hearing me replying to you, you gracefully lift your drink and look me up and down. "I have to find out now with you, I have to see what will happen going all out. To prove to a competitor or rival, to you, that you have met your match and don’t measure up to me " , as I slowly lift my breasts and aim them at you.
I smile and open my legs, the drink and darkness allowing me to act as if in a dream, and I slide my hands down to my freshly fluffed bush and beyond, spreading the petals. Seeing you entranced, a slide a finger in and take the honey dipped digit and aim at you. "You will taste the better woman", as I recline back and lewdly lick my finger.
Here I am, in a room with a mortal enemy, and I look at you, actually caring how you react to me. For once you are not interrupting and in the soft light your hair gleams. I shake for an instant when I almost can’t remember why we are fighting, till the visions of past fights and humiliations flood into my head. The shadows around your face now become threatening, and I snap out of my musings. "Vanessa, I don’t know what you are trying to do, but those pointy nipples of yours are going to be dragging when I am done" and I fumble to get up and flee to my room, my awkwardness as I try to rise killing me. It is as if I am scared by the sense of togetherness . Almost tripping on the corner of a couch, I shoot a remark, almost as a shield "In the morning".
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As you rise and leave to go to your room I hear you say softly “in the morning”. I raise my glass to my lips and muse to myself at the change in the atmosphere. “Is it the mood, the drinks or what?” I wonder to myself. “Not an hour ago she and I were hell bent on proving who is the better woman and now it is almost as if we are here for an assignation. In the morning it is. We will have to see just what develops.”
I get up and go into my room. The days trials still fresh in my mind. My body still in a reactionary mode, my nipples still rock hard in arousal. Mimicking your last movement I run my hand down and spread my lips and slowly glide my finger inside myself then bring it up and lick it. Imagining it to be your juices I am tasting. Your nipples I am playing with as you return my every move. Finally after a small orgasm I drift off to sleep.
I rise the following morning refreshed and excited at the upcoming events I know will play out between us. I again slip my sheer robe on and enter the large living area. Seeing as I am alone at the early hour I take the liberty of ordering a large carafe if the Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee. As it is delivered I pour myself a cup and relax o the large sofa. Hearing your door open I look up and watch you enter the room. I brush an errant strand of my hair back behind my ear and say “coffee on the bar Linda. Care for a cup and see if we can discuss our “upcoming activities”? As I take another drink, watching you for your reaction. “I am looking forward to today, and unless something has changed in the night want to show you how to kiss.”
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Having fled from the intimacy of the evening, I shake when I get to my room. Listening to find out if I am being pursued, all I hear is the clink of your glass. What is wrong with me, I am so jumpy, and dammit, I am tingling. I hate Vanessa, hate her. The room she got is better then the one I reserved, she has great taste in liquor…and men…and she has me churning.
With the determination of a mother of four that knows what is best for the world, I set my chin and lay out what I have done today, and what should happen tomorrow. Not even contemplating departure, I take a deep breath, and a snort from the glass I took with me, and set the gears in my head whirring. Somehow our contact has set up shared feelings between us. She calls it rivalry. Maybe she is right, even a stopped clock is, twice a day. But we are here to settle things after our catfights by using our entire essence. I have never made love to a woman, and am not going to start, but I have never shied away from physical contact or competition
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So, she is bi, big time. She loves this stuff and keeps saying so. But I can surely outkiss her and have her writhing, and then, will out duel her tit to tit. Two wins in a row for me will deflate her enough so I can throw caution to the wind and let the juices flow and overwhelm her, body to body. That’s it Ithink, i'll just limber up my lips and tongue, as I finish my tumbler of whisky and lick my lips. Meet her woman to woman, don’t wory whether I am bi or a good wife, just let it all hang out.
I am amazed that it is well past dawn when I wake up, the sheets in a pile, and hear you calling. Checking myself in the mirror, with a blue silk robe on, I welcome the offered coffee. Composed and in take charge mode, I lay out our day. "We will come back after we wash up, and have our agreed upon ‘kiss fight’. The loser is the one who breaks contact and declines any more, or the one who comes first. The winner will then decide how the tit fight will be fought, the goal being to leave the loser with pancaked breasts and begging for the breast to breast contact to top."
"It is unlikely that it will go on further, but I suggest we then refresh ourselves for our anything goes finale. We will do it my way, right?"
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Watching you, listening to you, wanting nothing but to throw myself on you and start our conflict immediately I take a deep breath and compose myself.
“ Your way Linda? That sounds quite thought out and methodical now doesn’t it. Yes, we can do it your way. I do have one thing to propose. You mentioned freshening up then starting our “kiss fight”. Why not take things one step further, freshen up in either of the large showers, together, and begin the duel immediately. Right there. Inside the luxurious shower and just let our nature lead us. Or is that just too risqué for you? I am more than willing if you are.” as I stand up in front of you, sitting my cup on the bar then without taking my eyes from yours slowly removing my robe and let it drape around my feet in a silken pile.
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You suggest starting right now, and my lips quiver as my arranged plan is changing immediately , Fuck, she is so fucking bossy, not going along with my arangements, as my eyes get big and soak up your full nakedness when your robe drops as you lead with actions, not words. "Why, that is acceptable" is my reply, as if I was reviewing a contractual counter offer, and then , unlike you, I swish my torso, tit one emerging, then tit two, and then with a shimmy, my blue robe cascades down past my hips. "We’ll use my shower", as I attempt to take charge, and waltz ahead of you into my bath.
I pull up short, my whole body turning red. Somehow, the red double ended dildo is right there on the vanity. I can’t let you see that, what a disaster, as you thump tits first into my back as I brace at the doorway. "I am being rude, lets use your shower, you probably have some lovely bath oil."
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As I follow you to your room my mind is on what will soon be transpiring and not watching for you to suddenly stop in the entranceway. A slight gasp escapes my lips as my heavy tits come into contact with your back, my entire body pressing into yours from behind. When you say to use my shower I don’t hesitate but press a bit tighter into you for a fleeting second.
“Why actually I do have some exquisite oils in my shower, imported from Italy in fact and that would make for an even more interesting duel Linda. Yes, let’s use mine.” as I take my hands from your hips and interlock my fingers with yours as you quickly spin around, both sets of hard nipples grating across one another’s as you do. I step back a step and allow you to leave the entrance to your room, my eyes flicking past your shoulder, catching sight of the large red headed doublecended fulsome. Not saying anything but turning I pull us into my room. As my door silently closes I stare into your eyes. My breathing just a bit heavier. “Here, let me just get the oils from my bag” as I release your hand and step over to my bag. Taking the bottle of oil I step into the bathroom and open the wide double door to the shower. Reaching in I turn on the water and adjust the temp to a mild warm skin temperature setting. Stepping inside I move over just enough for you to enter with me. As you close the clear door I adjust the dual shower heads and pour a liberal amount of the oil into my hands and briskly rub them together. “These oils work best when warmed naturally “ as I then slowly reach out and begin to rub it into your shoulders. My eyes locked into yours I take the oil and offer it to you. “Care to try?” I step over and let the warm spray cascade over my head, instantly soaking my auburn hair and moan softly as it runs over my body.
I step over to you and smile as you reciprocate and rub the oil into my shoulders. I then reach out and twine my hands in your hair gently, pulling our faces so we are almost touching. “Shall we begin....you fucking sexy slut” I whisper into your face.
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As my potential embarrassment is diverted by the irritation of listening to you prattle on about your Italian bath oils, I silently traipse after you, hoping you enjoy the custom perfume I obtained from Bermuda…So there! But I am too much of a lady to practice one-upsmanship. My breasts still tingling from the nub to nub meeting ours tit had in the hallway, but the excitement of that moment shifts as we begin to oil each other in the shower.
You actually look longingly into my eyes, and almost coo when my oily hands cup and heft your breasts as your face nears mine and I return a doe eyed look. "Oh Vanessa, you don’t know what a ride you are in for" and my lips purse, my tongue darting out then pulling back. "And by the way, I am sexy, but I am no slut" as my hands come up to your cheeks and hold you as my face nears.
Out titties touch and I think that this will be the last time her breasts will be at the same level as mine, as I now urgently press in to lock lips and lean into you. I fleetingly think that this would be the ideal romantic setting, the musky scents and moist warmth in the shower and our flushed bodies but I’ll explore all that after I win. I won’t let myself be a muff munching toy for this woman, and eagerly long for the start of our kissing duel.
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As your hands cup my face I pull us closer. “Let’s go then” as I lean my face down and first slowly lick your neck then move up to your chin and finally run my tongue against your lips. As you open your mouth I push into you, finding your tongue with my own. A soft moan escapes my mouth as we both begin this stage of our duel in earnest. Turning my head slightly to the right I kiss you harder. Twirling my tongue against yours. I can feel you pushing your heavy tits into mine as your hands twine in my wet hair. I tighten my own grip on yours as I begin to move my tits against yours. The warm water cascading over us as we push each other around the large shower. First I find my back against the wall then after a minute or two you are in that position.
I open my eyes to see yours. Loses for a second then you return my stare. Our kissing duel intensifies until the hot spit is running from both of our mouths. Mingling with the warm water and imported oils we both have on us serves to provide the lubrication needed to make our tits slide back and forth with one another’s. I push my rock hard nipples into yours and hear you gasp at the electric like sensation only to feel you return the favor and my own body betrays me as I gasp in return.
“Finally we can see who is the better dominant kisser” I think. “God I want to get her so fucking worked up she cums all over herself” I think as I kiss you harder. I change my tactics a bit as my teeth find your lower lip and Ibtake it and pull backwards a bit before returning to a deep tongue dueling kiss.
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This nasty buck toothed bitch, she almost bit me, she has to pretend to be in charge, as I allow myself to soak up the sensations of smooth flesh and full lips, of wrestling tongues and sliding breasts. Almost hearing music, I slow dance around you, the spattering water providing differing rythms as it hits our swiveling forms. I nuzzle in, sliding my cheek along yours for a brief respite, before shifting my head and boring my tongue in, lapping away.
Harder breathing accompanies my guiding you around the shower, tilting your head back, your neck arched as I let my breasts swish over yours. Your eyes flash for a second, as you hit a slick spot and your legs stutter, and I hold you up. I think' she looked vulnerable, she is' and slide my mouth along yours, my lips engulfing yours as I wriggle into you, my hips rocking. You squeak from my little love nips, as I let my feelings flow with the water.
Oh, oh, oh I try to twirl us around as I feel you countering, the sounds of deep kissing, slurps and sucking, not nearly as graceful and delicate as the touch and feel. My breathing is huskier and huskier. My eyes start to flicker as I stop thinking tactics, or anything, and just nibble and kiss, reinforcing and redoubling the motions that make you murmur. Have to control her, can’t let her have her way, I can’t.
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“Fuck she knows how to kiss. God I don’t want this to end” I think as my tongue swirls with yours. Our mouths glued tight together. The warm water a counterpoint to the kissing sounds, the mews of lust, the slight moans escaping from each of us. The feelings of our oil and water coated tits sliding against the others is so intense. I slowly release your hair and find my hands running up and down your back as our kissing duel becomes even more heated.
We stumble around the huge enclosure in a dance of passion, the only feeling is one of arousal. Gone is the thought of dominating you. The only thing in my mind is how much pleasure I can give and receive in turn. The hateful spite is cast aside as the passion grows. I find myself back against the wall pressing my tits into yours, my mouth trying to devour yours as I hear you moaning in harmony with me. Not caring about anything but wanting to feel you as you explode in another intense orgasm with me.
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Your hands running all over me as I press you back, my tits mushrooming on you as our tongues twine and our engines of rut chug at full speed. Noisy as ever, I am snuffing and sighing, not letting your tongue escape. I feel you melting as I brush the hair out of our faces. Beyond my own sounds I hear you, even more important, I feel you. “Yes Vanessa, come for me” I murmur, then I almost hiss “I am making you feel unbearably good. Give in and it will be even better.” It is so exciting to feel you on edge, I am doing this to you, me and your horny hormones.
Even as I soak up the sensations flooding in, my darting mind comes up with a ploy that I may have used in other situations. "oO Vanessa, you have me, you are putting me over the edge, I can’t hold back" and a moment later I slide my thigh in between yours to keep you in place. I feel you twitch and I wriggle my ass in glee as I emit a huge sigh, and then another, but the second isn’t faked. My mind whirs from you kissing me and rom our thighs sliding into sensitive regions. This fucking feels incredible, and my intended breathy pants become fast and high and squeaky . "Come dammit, squirt!"
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“If Fyck” I moan as your thigh slips between my legs and begins to press up and into me. My kisses become feverish. My tongue stabbing against yours. As you whisper for me to squirt I feel you body shaking as well. The feelings we are both experiencing almost too much to bear. I shake my head a bit and even though the animosity I feel for you is locked away by the lust I realize that I am close to succumbing to your heat and passion. Taking my lips and tongue I lean down and lick slowly down your neck. Placing my mouth on your shoulder and neck union I begin to lick and suck there, feeling you gasp in pleasure.
My hands pulling against your back and sides I tighten the pressure of our tits. As they mushroom out to the sides I twist and press my nipples directly into yours. We both moan out loud as I trace your neck back upwards until I am again slipping my tongue into your mouth. Opening my eyes I find you staring into mine. I push against your thigh as my own slips up and glides against you red hot sex. We both begin a humping motion, trying to bring the other to orgasm first.
“Oh god I want you to cum for me Linda. Let go. Let it all go and just fuck me.” I whisper, using your own methods against you, wanting to get you off but at the same time not wanting this to end. “You know you want to. Cum for me. Let me feel you squirt all over my cxnt.” I groan, feeling the desire to just let go and to fuck you till neither of us can move threatening to take over. I turn and feel your feet slip as it is now my turn to support your body with mine. As I turn you back to the wall I increase the pressure of my heavy tits on your equally large pair, pushing my thigh into you harder and grinding in a back and forth motion.
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmm” I moan into your mouth.
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I am open mouthed and panting, the frenzy I tried to infect you with has hit me also. Somehow we have turned a complete circle and you are lapping at my neck, sending shivers through me. My return ear sucking leaves me open to your darting tongue when I straighten my head and draw a breath I am uttering inelegant grunts as your tongue plies its work, when suddenly my foot slips, and your knee splays my lips.
My eyes show shock, my pussy is so, so open, and I hear you quietly order me to cum. As I patter around for footing in the slick shower, your urgings seem to be a command, especially since your knee accents it all with two direct rubs on my engorged twat. I look at you as if to obtain a reprieve, and indeed you stop your talking, because your tongue is doing its magic. I try to think, my hands go up, they go out, my back feels the shower, and to my shame I try to writhe on your thigh. Your leg is being creamed, I feel myself giving out and yelping into your kisses, my rubbery legs now wide open as I lean back.
I just let the waves wash over me as I orgasm, maybe you are coming also, it doesn't matter, as I grimace and clutch you. I stiffen, then peak, then attempt to surf another wave , as one hand is now clutching your hair, the other your ass cheek. Jerking and twitching, I start to snap out of it and try to take stock of where I am and what happened.
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As I feel you slip on the shower floor and my thigh parts your lips I feel your juices mingle with the warm water. Your body stiffens as your eyes close and you begin to ride my thigh. Your orgasm quickly reaching a peak as you moan out loud. As I feel your red hot juices pour across my skin I gasp and clutch your back in one hand and grab your ass with the other as I feverishly begin to grind my own wide open cxnt against your leg. My mouth gaping open as my own orgasm hits. Mybreath coming in faster and faster pants as I let forth a deep husky groan of pleasure.
As both of us cum again and yet again on a second wave of lust I begin to shiver. We both open our eyes as we find ourselves in the floor of the shower. Reaching up and over you is a struggle as I finally get my hand on the shower controls. I moan out loud again as I have accidentally placed my nipple in direct line with your mouth and you place a licking suck on it. As the water shuts it off I slump back, my back against the wall. My leg still wedged between yours and pressed tight against your hot sex as yours is to mine. Staring at you as I try and catch my breath, trying to comprehend exactly what we have just done to and with one another.
Never taking my eyes from yours I slowly reach out and slide my hand between your legs. Feeling you tense momentarily as my finger slips between your lips I rub it slowly up and down then bring it to my lips. Sucking your juices from my finger I moan softly as I taste them. Leaning my head back against the shower wall I close my eyes as I savor the taste of you now on my lips.
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Apparently we fought to a stand still, or sit still, as I see you mimicking me slumped against the shower wall, legs still intertwined. It seems so quiet with the water turned off, just our breathing and small sighs. Slowly taking stock, I feel your spider like finger crawling up my leg and entering me. Oh! Ridiculously, in the circumstances, I feel totally violated, and my hands go to ensure the privacy of my privates as you savor my exquisite flavor.
"Bitch, you had no right to do that" as I slither towards escape on my rump, making sure you don’t launch any more assaults. Clambering upright, I look down on you, slouched nakedly, and directing my self anger at you, berate you as "a slut, a dripping slut". Clutching the heavy glass of the shower, I emerge, drenched in every way, and more confused than ever. How could I moan and come and writhe, and squirm for more. It’s a blur, but I was quaking for it, it.s disgusting. I know she came too, but I have no idea how hard or when, or anything. Anyhow, she is not my equal, I can’t let this happen to me again.
"Why don’t you finish draining in there, while I dry off. We still have a tit fight coming, and we haven;t had a conclusive duel yet. This time , no cheating, no nibbling, no kissing, no snatch rubbing. When you haul your flabby ass out of there and dry your hair, we find out whose tits can take it." Nothing brings the confidence back to me like giving orders. I head for a towel and cradle my faithful boobs. 'C'mon girls , don’t let me down.'
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Smiling to myself at your obvious frustration and then hearing you rant and rave about how I am a slut I finally laugh out loud. As I get to my feet and confidently walk out of the shower enclosure I can’t resist say “ Bitch don’t even start to get an attitude with me. Yes we are do for a tit fight. And a fight it will be. And as far as you making a comment about me grinding on your snatch, and yes I said snatch, if you can strain that little brain of yours to remember you started that move first this time. Right there in the shower. And you can deny it all you want but you fucking loved everything we just did. If you are a real woman you will at least admit it to yourself.”
I reach out and grab one of the oversized towels and begin to languorously dry myself off. First my hair then my firm tits. My eyes never leaving you as you finish drying off. As I run the towel over my stomach and down my legs I say to you “and according to “your rules” the winner of our kiss fight decides how we are to titfight. You came before I did, even if it was close, so I decide how we do this next duel. I say we go hands off. Just tit to tit. And yes I agree no more kissing, no more pussy grinding, just my girls against yours. Nipple to nipple and tit to tit.” As I shake my own at you. “First thing is to have breakfast then we do this. Your rules, my way!”
I toss my towel into the corner and walk straight up to you. Staring you eye to eye I push my tits into yours then move around you and enter the living area. I pick up the phone and order us both a lavish breakfast then turn and walk into my room, leaving the door open. Putting in my sheer cream robe I walk back out and take a seat, relaxing even though the old animosity has once again come to the forefront of our conversation. “As soon as we eat we can start bitch. And I am so going to enjoy beating your tits flat.”
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My lower lip fluttering at the nerve of this absolute bitch to lecture me, I pat myself dry, particularly my thighs and bush, and with a nice fresh towel, dry my hair. Not caring about the accuracy of your words, I automatically respond that "your type lives for raunch. All you care about is sleazy animal like sex. We will see how a true contest comes out between these" glancing down at my rack and as I sneer at your boobs " those."
The exchange accented by the breast bumping when you slink by me, I pivot and with white buns imperiously wiggling, march off to my room in a huff to get my robe on and finish freshening up. Talking to myself, and making such smart remarks as 'what a dumb whore' and' her stretch marked bags are in for it' my spirits rise . If I actually did lose in the shower, it was only marginal, and it was because we were playing her lezzie games. A spritz of my custom perfume, and I am back out to the aroma of coffee and breakfast. Is that Maria ever off duty? As she rolls in our repast and offers "Looking good Ms Linda" to which I swish my hair and reply" am feeling good, things are going my way. " She makes a wry face and nods knowingly. I am getting paranoid, because I wonder what she meant by that.
Sitting down for coffee and fruit, and enjoying crepes, I look over at you and hope to spot stains on your cream robe, but all I get to see is acres of cleavage on your 'combatants'. "Vanessa, see that pancake", as I place a flat smear of butter on it, "that is what your breasts will look like when I am done". Placing a strawberry on a grapefruit half that I flip cut side down, I remark that "my winners will resemble this". Smirking with my cleverness, I roll up my crepe, with a dollop of preserves and confectionary sugar and sensously nibble on it, eyes dropping to make sure I am not leaking sugar and gloop and ruining the effect.
As much as I try to ignore your inane chatter, I have to listen to you describe how I appeared in the throes of ecstacy. How I hate hearing you say that stuff! Finishing my coffee, I feel it is time for me to take control again. "Lets have this cleared up or do you need to ingest some more carbohydrates?" Swishing my breasts in my loosely tied robe, I notice they are even sweeter than before, having traces of sugar on them now. "Ready to disrobe and begin?"
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“Oh I am more than ready for this” as I step right up to you. Nose to nose our bodies not quite yet touching. “ No hands just tit to tit and nipple to nipple....and when we are finished I will have you flatter than those crepes we just finished”.
I reach out and violently yank your robe open and down off of your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle at your feet. When you react in a similar fashion I smile. “Good, now lets fucking find out whose tits AREthe better pair” as I reach out and wrap my arms around your waist and as you respond we both slam our heavy DD tits together. Gritting my teeth I roll my girls side to side, slamming their weight into yours again and again.
“Come on bitch, this is what we both want. Fight Me!”
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I snarl back at you "You really thinks your bags equal mine?" And then I react to being slammed by your flying jugs. I grimace and grunt and lean back a hair, our arms around each others waists allowing our torsos to twist and shift. Getting into the rythm, my globes mash into yours, and then I time your swinging boobs and lean back enough to let them sort of slide by, and whip mine at yours before you can build up momentum on the ‘backswing’. Your groan and your billowing breast flesh tells me I scored well. "You were right, this is what we both want. Your greasy tits smashed and flattened!"
My white skin colors so fast, and I see an abrasion, although I don't how I could have gotten it, but I try to time you and slug your mams hard when they are not in motion. Succeeding twice more with my tactic, I get ready to really wallop your bags, but my boobs sail over yours in my enthusiasm. I try to clutch you and pull you into me before you get a free shot.
I am dripping sweat, my hair already matted, and am puffing away for breath, and as I try to haul in closer, the heat wells up. My head darting around, eyes looking for openings, as I try to evade a heavy return blow. I think I have left bruises on yours already! Are her tits already changing in texture? Visions of a rapid victory glimmer in my head as my sweat drips, a drop right on the tip of my nose.
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“The only pancaked tits will be yours bitch” I grunt as you pound your gals into mine. The sweat running down your body is matched by my own, causing out tits to soon become coated in a wet sheen. This makes for a slippery surface as we both grunt and gasp slamming together. My gals becoming a bit red but still maintaining their proud shape, I lean back slightly as you go to drive yours into mine again just to overshoot a bit. I bring mine up beneath yours in a heavy slap, the clip of our flesh quite loud. As I hear you grunt in pain I then slam my heavy tits back down on top of yours, my nipples raking across yours, dragging them down as the heavy weight of my globes stretch yours towards the floor.
“My, seems your flabby bags are soft bitch. How does it feel to meet a firmer stronger pair” I hiss into your face.
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Oh, I gasp as an ‘uppercut’ hits my wobbling tits, I can feel the tender undersides taking a punch and I lean away, I start to rock back in when your returning jugs smack down with a crack, stretching my beautiful breasts and whapping my nipples. I shove/hold you off with my hands on your hips as I wince and listen to you calling my tits soft.
“We’ll see who is soft”, as I twist to my left, and when my boobs swing all the way over, I set my feet and brace, before sending my titties flying to the right, your poor right tit hit first by my right, then my left. I see yours sort of jiggle atop your left breast and, even as I absorb the sting of the blow, I smirk “Your tits are cross eyed now.” Rocking back, I flip my tits up, and ready a downward stroke as my boobs stop rising just under my chin.
“Hope that podgy belly can hold those bags of yours up after this” and start the downward momentum. I can out think this bitch, I just can’t get too clever. That last one two she gave me was wicked. Since we both have our feet braced on the carpet to gain traction and leverage, I glance to see if I can line up at a better angle, hoping I can hit more or receive less.
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“Ugh you cow” I grunt as you punch your tits into mine “Of fuck!” I gasp as you slam them a second time.
“Hope this hurts this whore as much as it does me” I think as I take your tit punches then lean back a hair then ram my own head long into yours. My nipples spearing directly into yours and actually feels like I force them back inside your tits.
“Not bad skank but those soft bags are no where as firm or full as mine” I snarl as we both begin to twist side to side, slamming our tits back and forth into one another’s. Clop....Clop....Clop is the sound of meaty tit slamming into meaty tit.
I moan as you suddenly push hard into me, myback slamming up against the floor to ceiling window. My ass pressed tight to the cool glass as I tighten my grip on your waist, taking the brunt of your slamming tits with my own. Grunting and snarling at one another as we grind our heavy globes tight together. I push you back a bit and twist suddenly, catching your left tit in between both of mine and then shove my shoulders forward, squeezing your helpless tit between mine hard.
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Knowing how expressive my face always is, I pray that the impact of your nipple stab didn’t show. Next time, when I slam my nips into yours first, it will be yours that are pushed in, and you will make a face like a pouting fish. Having backed you up to the window, I listen to the sounds of wet breast flesh hitting, some of the echoes almost soggy, and I push in, wanting to see the sides of your jugs mushroomed onto the glass.
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"Damn, I exclaim as you shove and twist and actually trap my left tit between yours. I look down and see how malleable and squished looking my boob is, and I can’t yank it free as you lean in . I backpedal, jerking myself away and tilting back, throwing a glance to the rear and seeing the couch behind me, my buns touching it just as my poor titty is freed. I frantically whip my tits side to side in a flurry, whacking yours left, right, left, I am sure I saw sweat flying from your saggers as they jerk and flounce. I have to slow up and take a breath, noting that my breasts are a glowing shade of pink, with my nipples protruding slightly and a deep rose hue.
You are smirking defiantly at me, but that won’t last, as I lunge back at you from the couch, with our hands still on each other’s hips. I flip my tits up enough so my nipples will line up with yours and can give you the skewering treatment you did to me. I actually grunt as our nipples collide and press, and I eagerly hope for favorable results as your expression flickers and your jaw sets. I strain into you, expecting to force you away. but the only thing that shifts is our upper bodies getting closer as our breasts swell into any available space. I dare a glance at your face so I can see your anguish, my own breasts aching and compressing.
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As you are back against the sofa I glance down and see my tits taking on a distinct red hue. You suddenly lunge back at me driving your nipples directly into mine. “UGH” I grunt at the sudden impact. Taking my hands I place them on your shoulders. Staring into your eyes I hiss “my turn cow” as I pull my tits back a bit then start to swing them side to side hard and fast. The slapping sound of both sweaty heavy sets of tits meeting loud in the room.
“Fuck you....bitch...how does...it feel? My tit... are going to...pop those udders of....yours” I grunt amid the loud gasps, sweat flinging side to side at every impact. My red nipples raking across yours at every pass.
I suddenly spin you and push you back a step. Now it is your bare ass pressed up against the window as I lean back and begin to hammer my tits head on into yours. Both of us sweating and grunting now. Faces red from the exertion.
“Anytime you want to quit just say so whore but by the time you do your tits will be ruined” I sneer at you.
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The red breasted warbler takes on a strident tone as I indent your floppy sacks, and as I ready another thrust of my proud pinkish tits, you stiff arm my shoulders back and then beat a tattoo on my tata’s with a side to side swing, and then another, and then another! My efforts to swing back keep getting cut off by your flying jugs, and I wince, having to absorb multiple swats and moaning about how unfair this is.
I gasp in relief as you stop for a moment, but then am shoved around, butt first into the picture window, and receive a breast lunge that splats hard into my boobs. You send in another, and this time, my cheeks squeak as I am pushed. "Why you filthy, cheating flabby slut" and I grab one arm and pull, and the other and push, twirling us around so your sweaty ass is against the window, and now I lunge my tits into yours and hear a gasp. "Is that your surrender? " As I watch you twist I see you offer an opportunity. Your breast is almost next to the window and if I line it up right, I can squash it there.
That slick titty is going to be flattened! Straightening my arms, I rear back and aim to pound that gland till your nip squeaks as I lunge in.
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“Oh you cxnt” I hiss out loud as you trap my tit between yours and the window. The only good thing is the window is cool on my red tit. “You will...pay for that...skank” I groan as you lean back and slam into me again.
I tighten my grip on your shoulders and turn to face you, pressing my naked ass against the window and as you move towards me I move into you. Both of us gasp as our nipples again punch into the others.
“ Is that...your best bitch...cause my girls are....just getting warmed up. Fight me whore....titfight me” I grunt as we slam head on repeatedly.
I shove my ass against the window pushing us back into the middle of the living area and begin to slam my red and bruised tits into you. Up and then down and love hearing you gasp as my nipples drag yours down again.
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"Gotcha, whore" as my breasts mold your woeful boob to the window, and then I splatter it flat with my second blow. Laughing at your stupid threats I ignore the throbbing starting to pulse through my tits as I seek to follow up my advantage, but your shift to meet me tit to tit has us banging boobs hard once again.
I groan and wonder if my tits are that bruised, because it flat out it hurts. I willingly step back as you shove me, but as I look to check my boobs, you whomp my tits again. Emitting ‘Owws ‘and ’Uhs’ till I realize it is empowering you, I then hold my lips clenched together as our breasts hit, only my eyes showing the pain. "You said tit to tit, and nipple to nipple, bitch, Cmon, lets line them up" as I shove your shoulders back and see your inflamed boobs. I sneer, till I look down at mine, which have a second abrasion, and show the bruising on the lighter flesh.
"Stop arching your back, we have to hit nipple to nipple", as I see your nasty pebbly things bobbing above my sweet pink ones. I arch my back, but my nipples stubbornly stay lower. "Fuck you, when I mash your tits, I’ll bring your nipples down". I am surprised that with your trashy nature, you accept the effort to make this a pure duel, but the brief respite must be welcome to you.
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“Fine bitch. You want it nipple to nipple you got it” as I line my nipples with yours and as we begin to slowly compress our tits I look you in the eye. “Come on, harder you whore. My nips are gone shove yours right back inside those bags” I hiss as I push into you. Grunting s we both shove together I glance down and see our fat tits pushing out at the sides. Taking a deep breath I clench my teeth together as I grip your shoulders and ram forward as hard as I can.
“Fuck this hurts but it’s gotta be killing this bitch. She can’t take much more.” I think to myself as the sweat pours off is us both.
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"Where are those nasty nubs of yours, coming out your back? " I squirm as I taunt, because our boobs are mashed so tight. Seeking a sign of victory, or to see if there is an omen of defeat, I observe your flesh as tight as a drum on each side of your body. Let’s see if I can make more ooze out I tell myself and wriggle side to side.
Our slick tits had earlier allowed our racks to slither across our bodies, but the pressure is too great now. I see some of your flesh peeking out to the sides, but also my boobs being pushed together, and rising. There is a dribble of sweat from my face landing on my cleavage, but I see beads all over you.
My cheeks clench, as if my ass can lend my tits strength, and I feel like our straining has lasted for an hour. "I can keep this up forever, slut, shall we see who is in worse shape? On the count of three we pull away and take a look. You can give up then!."
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“Fuck you slut. My girls are in great shape but if you want to see that is fine with me. Count of three then. One....Two....Three”
As we both relax our grip on one another and slowly ease our tits apart.
Standing in front of you I look down, my tits red and showing a very slight bruising. My nipples aren’t quite as hard as when we started our duel but still standing out proud. I put my hands on my hips and take a breath as I look you up and down. I see you tits are as red as mine but also yours look to have a bit of an abrasion on them from all of the rough handling. The pain I feel is not enough to make me stop yet but I do know I have been in a war.
“I will say this, you have a fair set fro such flabby udders cow. Not as good as my girls and surely not enough to beat mine. I am ready to go all night long just like this. And you are lucky it is a hands off titfight otherwise those bags would never be the same.” I snarl as I shake mine at you, feeling the full throb and ache as I do.
“Hope this bitch can’t go anymore but if she does then so be it” I think to myself as I stare at you.
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The ‘unveiling’ has our battered boobs waving at each other, but I am visibly disappointed that yours are still in one piece. ‘I could have sworn I felt those suckers would be mush’ I muse to myself. I felt them slosh! I harrumph at the idea that a hands on tit fight would have been in your favor.
“Listen Vanessa, if we had gone hands on, you would be weeping and wailing over your torn up tits long ago. I am tempted to show you” as I watch your body tense when my hand goes out “but I am confident that I’ll pulp you soon”. My hand hefts your tit, takes a feel, it is heavy and sweaty, and my thumb flicks your nipple. Pawing away, I check the texture of the ‘fruit’ and then shake my head as my hand returns to my hips. Of course, the unimaginative slut has to copy me as I feel my titty being prodded. “You are much rougher then I was, stop it, Owwww” as she pretends that mine are in worse shape than hers.
“Lets go, now!” and as soon as your hand returns to your hips, I swing my tits with a jug smacking splat, and then again, whipping at you as I throw my breasts at you in a frenzy. “Mine are better” I screech, my tits feeling less numb and more tender after our little break. I see a pained expression on you and try to keep my flogging going just a while longer.
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“Yours are nothing cxnt” I yell back as I begin to swing my tits side to side in a wild frenzy. The sounds of all 4 tits smacking again fill the room along with the grunts and gasps of pain.
“Come on bitch. I love it rough. The rougher the better” I sneer at you as I take a step towards you, slamming my left tit into your right one exceptionally hard, causing yours to smack themselves together. Then I follow through and feel my nipples rake across yours as I then swing back. My right fit impacting your left and causing it to quiver and shake like melting jello.
“Fell good bitch? My girls can go on all....fucking....day. “ each word complimented by a hard tit smash.
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At first I am exhilarated to be pounding your boobs, but then you catch my timing and send aback an equally wild volley of tit swings. A wild melee of sweaty mammaries ensues, flying and slapping till a different fleshy sound sloshes through the room and I feel my right breast stopped short and melding with your left. I can’t help it, I yowl ” Oh fuck, my tit!”. You seem energized and glow and gloat and send your rough nipples across my smoothies and knock them inwards. I try to step back, but not in time for my left breast , which is smashed so hard that it just strums. The brief sequence seems an eternity as I actually feel overmatched for a painful moment.
Finally I gain space and I look down at my breasts as they drape on my tummy. I stiffen my back and swing them at you, needing to hit and hurt your fucking knockers. “You lucky bitch, that won’t happen again” as I force myself to swing my wounded tits back into the fight, the ends of my boobs feeling heavier, and wobbling as I shift. What the hell happened?
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“Come on bitch, no pain no gain” I almost yell as I see you grimace in shock and hurt. We both strap forwards swinging our tits wildly side to side, grunting from the exertion.
My titsstarting to get redder and more bruised from the pounding but I just keep on swinging.
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She is crowing over my discomfort, and wades in after me, but determined as I am, my titties stand up to your challenge, as we exchange side to side breast blows. I almost dance with glee as I catch your left tit from a little underneath and send it sailing. “What , no big talk” as you half step away, and we exchange blows once again.
Thud, thwump, the impacts are heavy but the sounds are a little muffled. Good, I am back in this again, only to have my tits pounded downward as yours land higher and force mine onto my sweaty belly. I yank back immediately, not going to allow you to park your boobs on mine, and see bruises above each nipple. Damn. I have to back you against the couch or window so you don’t have leverage. That’s the only reason you are hitting me so hard, leverage.
I snort and suck in air and threaten you with being titless, as I swing my tits all the way to my right and then start them going to the left like a heavy pendulum at your floppy targets.
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As you swing against my tits I let out a yelp “Owww you Fucking cxnt”. Taking a deep breath I smile at you. “That one hurt cow but let’s see how you like it” as I grab your shoulders and brace myself then ram my tits straight into yours. Feeling them squish back I gasp and lean back and do it again. Smackkk sounds muffled as we go head to head. Resisting the urge to sink my nails in your scalp I tighten them on your shoulders and then swing up and down hard. My heavy tits pancaking with yours as yours once again take the brunt of mine.
“Ugh...fuck...come..on you...bitch”
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“You fat sow, I love the way you squeal” I sneer just before you ram your tits head on into mine, and then again. The first time, my boobs flatten and indent, but the second, I am able to thrust at you myself, and yours are deflected and splay outward. “Look at those scrambled eggs, bitch” but you attack again, and I hear that ominous splut type noise and wince, my tits aching and seeming to billow around yours. When you pull back I get ready to charge but my breasts have not ‘reformed’ quickly enough and all I see are traces of my nipples protruding, but where the hell is my aerola?
Splat, another titty thrust from you and I wallow back a step, still attached to each other by our shoulder grip. I am almost afraid to glance down as I feel flesh oozing to the sides of my torso. Cmon Linda, don’t fo head on, swing your breasts and clobber her!
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As I continue my head in attack I feel you stumble a bit. Glancing behind you I see the sofa. I push harder into you and feel you going backwards. As your ass plops on the sofa I immediately follow you. Straddling you know I have even better leverage and begin to bounce my tits into yours. SPLAT...SPLAT...SPLAT is heard admits the grunts and gasps.
“Say it bitch. Tell me my tits are better!” I snarl in your face.
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“Get off me, Get off me” as my legs wiggle and kick, almost in time to the whapping titties. I am looking up at you, at this whore, as all I see are your round boobs flailing at me. My boobs are sloshing to either side of my body, an endless rain of sloppy tit meat hitting them.
I try to whip up a tit swing, and it hardly wriggles upward, and then I feel my nipple whacked again. “This can’t be, I hate you, I hate you!” as you seem so excited. I squirm to see if I can roll over and get out of the line of fire as I start to cry, while the impacts of your breasts are relentless.
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“What the FUCK” I scream as your legs twines with mine and you manage somehow to get me to my side.
“Fuck you Linda....FUCK YOU” I tell as we wrap arms around one another. It has turned into a side by side tit fight. I sneer at you as I feel your left tit trapped beneath my right one. I change from bouncing my tits on top of your to tightening my grip and mashing out tits together. “If you quit now whore I won’t pop this bag of yours” as I let my weight lay atop your tit, squeezing mine into yours as tight as I can.
“Just fucking say it whore”
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We slither onto our sides on the sofa, breasts intermeshed , but at least I don’t have the drumbeat of whipping tits hitting me. As we lay side by side, your tits don’t seem in much better shape then mine, even though mine seem to have no spring left.
I check out our new position and try to roll right breast onto you, forming a sandwich, but it is so hard to move. I whimper a little as my left breast oozes under yours and I start to squirm. Rivers of sweat are pouring off me, and I hear you telling me to give up , to quit. She wants me to admit that she has better breasts. I blurt out “you don’t have better breasts” and I snuffle, head turning away from you.
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Mashing my tit down I feel it molding into yours. Taking a glance don I twist a bit, grinding my tit on top of yours. As the sweat drips off of my face I grit me teeth and squeeze you. “Feel that....that is my tit flattening yours bitch. When we finish your tits will never be the same.”
I place my hand on the back of the sofa and slowly pull away from you. Pressing down with my knee I push my tit against yours one more time before I stand up and glare down at you on the sofa.
“Get up, we aren’t finished yet” as I take a breath, wanting to rub my tits to try and get some of the soreness to lessen but not wanting you to think I am hurting. Looking down I see my tits, red, swollen, bruised but still not sagging too badly. My nipples poking out in challenge. Looking at yours they seem more swollen and red with several obvious abrasions.
“Get up or say it” I sneer.
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The weight of that swollen slut rising off me is such a relief, as I can breath, and maybe cool off. I look up at you, who is still blustering, and see that I have put a hurt on your tits which encourages me to try once more. I put a hand on the back of the couch, wriggle my legs, not caring that my pussy is waving openly and haul myself upright, ready to do battle. Almost ready, as I glance down and see my nipples aiming at the floor.
Almost breaking into tears, and wanting to bring your boobs down instantly, I lurch forward, hoping that momentum will work on behalf of my softies. Flipping my breasts up as I race in, we crash together, and I feel you knocked back a step. Ever hopeful, I step back to assess what happened, and let the pain dissipate. Tits swollen and nipples receding, please let you be in poorer shape yet after my last ditch charge. “well?” I say, both worried and hopeful.
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“Oh Fuck” I grunt as you slam into me. I am forced back a step then glare at you. Looking down at my tits then over at yours I hear you say “well”.
I begin to get even more intense as I take a breath. “Oh yes let’s get rough you bitch” I hiss as I leap forward and ram my tits into yours, forcing you back a step.
“Come on then. Lets finish this” as I take another leap into you, tit to tit. My nipples spear directly into yours bringing a loud grunt from me as mine jam into yours. I take another step back and ram forward just as you do the same and we both let out a yell. My arms instinctively wrap around you to keep us upright as I begin to pound my globes into yours over and over in a frenzy, not caring how much it hurts just wanting to flatten your mounds with my own.
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Yes, I got her, I shoved her back by the strength of my tits. I knew I would! I brace for your counter charge, and with your hooves pounding, you ram into my breasts nipples first. I hear part of your bellow, but am too loud myself to savor it. Those damned drill bit tit tips of yours bore right into me.
I of course pound back, as you do, and I can feel the side of your breast feeling almost spongy. That’s it, I have to go for the sides, as I try to shift my angle without getting skewered by your nipples. You keep pounding me, as I endure and return a titty blow when I can get one in, till you finally suck in a breath, and I strike, bashing the whole weight of my breasts against the side of your left tit.
I see you rock on your right foot, and I gleefully take the chance and fling myself at you, my sore and deflating boobs whacking and hitting you in a desperate do or die effort. Gasping and leaning over, breasts dangling and wobbling, I hope I scored a knockout.
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“Ugh...Ugh...goddamn cow...see how it feels” as I welcome your charge, matching your swings with my own. Finding my second wind as the sweat rolls off of us both, my hair hanging in my face wet with sweatI grin at you.
“Now is where....we see who....has the tits for this kind of fight bitch” as I begin to swing my tits back and forth right and left.
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You plant your foot and set up just as I charge in, with my tits swinging, but your bags meet me with a splat. “Did you feel that, I mashed it!” I exhalt, but three ‘tit whips ‘ later, I reel back, my tits almost flung up to my chin by a wild uppercut. I swing hard, smacking you on your reddened side meat, and yell that your nips are starting to deflate.
My own nipples are trying to hide, the heavy ends of my titties puckered and red, but I seem to give as well as I take in our swinging tit fights. I try not to focus on the battering I am taking, but I feel changes, when I lash my breasts at you, it feels like some weird tethered ball, and when my tit stops short, the whole works seems to keep slopping onward.
I start to just groan and moan, without making any efforts to hold it in. Thrilled that I have put a red scuff on your boob, I see if I can swing my own uppercut at your tatas.
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I twist my body to the side and in a downward motion causing my left tit to smack into your already hurting left tit. When the loud smack is heard I can feel your udder shake and flop against your chest. “Got the bitch now” I think as I rear back and bring my tit back across yours again in the opposite direction.
“You want a tit boxing fight you got it” I hoarsely grunt in your face.” Standing right up to you and swinging hard back and forth.
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My attempted uppercut is forestalled by a slashing whomping from your left tit, driving my own left breast down, and my moaning goes high pitched. I get hit from the left, then the right, as you stare in my face, and breath your success at me. I try to avert my look, but I have to brace for your tit whipping onslaught.
I can feel my proud breasts sagging and flopping, and the sounds of your blows are more and more sodden. I yelp and writhe, trying to swing back as I slowly inch away. I look down, then at you, then down again, as if this is some painful other worldly event. No, no no, this can’t be, my mind flashes that I am losing, and whatever I do seems more feeble.
I won’t admit that you have beaten me, I hear you gasping, you have to run out of steam if I endure just a little more. My shoulders crouch together and I slouch, reducing the amount of flesh open to your swings, and I am relieved to feel your red breasts hitting the sides of my upper arms before swatting into the ends of my boobs. Yes, let her hit my arms, that must have felt good, as I hear a much harder slap when your boob hits that resistance.
After a couple of blows hitting my arms, you stop waltzing me back with your swinging globes and swish your much higher titties in front of me, taunting and challenging and offering ‘a final chance to give up’. “What the fuck does that mean, slut?” as I stick my tits out as best I can in defiance.
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These two women are incredible. Freecatfights is fortunate to have them as members. They are warriors in the true sense of the word , and in addition, are sexy as hell. One day I would be privileged to have the 2 of them fight it out for my cock.
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“What does it mean? It means you can stop or by the time I finish you won’t have any tit left bitch.” I hiss at you. Brushing my hair back I shake my tits at you, shrug my shoulders to loosen them a bit, then step into you again.
“You like it side to side don’t you cxnt? See how this feels!” as I ram my tit into yours, wildly swinging back and forth, the meaty sounds of our tits loud. “Come on whore, lets her it. SAY IT cxnt!” as Ibang my girls back and forth over and over.
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“Damned cheater, fucking rough pointy nipples” as I anticipate another breast bashing and wallow away, evading your next swing. I step back in , swinging my own to hit your tits before they work up momentum, and smack them, watching them jiggle an inch or two, but mine stay plastered to yours and strum with pain, “Oh, Owwwww damn, you have rocks in those things” as I try to step back, feet skittering.
Glancing behind me, not wanting to feel the full ‘might’ of your boobs, I mostly avoid a mammary crushing blow till I hear a semi-respectful chirp from our faithful Maria who has come back to clean up whatever needs cleaning up. “Still doing well Ms Linda? Your breasts look very tired today, I thought your nipples were higher.” You hesitate before striking again to chuckle at your stupid minion’s remark, and I am outraged that the help has the nerve to critique my boobs so I launch yet another desperation attack, swinging my titties to obtain a nipple smasher.
“Watch this, you nasty bitch” I hiss to Maria, but would be satisfied to say that to you too , Vanessa. The impact is immense, the first full on direct impact in a while, and I feel skin tremble.
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Seeing you swing your tits hard into mine, frustration and anger evident on your face from hearing Maria’s comment, I lean into my own swing. “Oohhh cxnt” I say as you moan “ Oowww whore” at the impact. The sound of tits slapping together loud in the room. Maria standing there watching us.
I look down as our girls come together. The sight of them is something to behold. All 4 red and bruised, yours with obvious abrasionsfrom the roughbanging, nipples still hard as the slap together. “Bitch now you want it rough? Good!” I snarl as I grip your shoulders, a few strands of loose hair caught as well, and begin to slam my heavy tits straight into yours, forcing my nipples into yours. “Quit slut or I will fucking destroy these tits for you “ I sneer into your face as we both grunt at each impact
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Oh no, I think, I didn’t have any magical moment that melted your tits. Instead you take up the challenge and keep your whoppers whomping. I hear yet another threat from you, but each additional one seems to weigh more and more heavily on me as I find my tits sloshing more and more as I backstep from this filthy slut. Whop, smush, splat, the sweat flies and hair whips.
How can I hurt her is the question, my tits droop down if I don’t keep them swinging, and yours keep sailing in and we are waltzing all the way around the room, that nasty Maria stepping out of the way as I near the couch. She makes faces at each collision of our tits and clutches her own breasts in empathy. I swing and hit the underside of your breasts at last and she shouts “Good one Ms Linda, that stopped Ms Vanessa” I glow , till I see the evil look on your face and you mutter how I will pay for that, and give me a left right salvo that has me dancing on one foot, trying to stay up.
Oh, you mashed her nipples Ms Vanessa, you really scored. My face drops, what morale I have disintegrates, even as I try to get another swing going, I am fading as you start to just radiate confidence
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As you slam your tits up into mine I grunt. That one hurt. I set me face and glare at you and step into my swinging side to side motion, battering your tits work my own. Hearing Maria’s comments spur me on as I reach out and grab your shoulder with 1 hand and your waist with the other.
“Time to finish this cxnt” I snarl as I ram my tits into yours side to side. WHAP. SPLAT. SMACK. is the sounds heard as I force you back a step then another. I get you up against the wall and change my tactic and go from side to side to s head on ramming motion. My nipples stabbing into yours. Grunting with every impact of my tits into yours. On my last one I press my entire body into yours as I stare in your eyes.
“Feel that cxnt. That is your tits flat as those crepes we had earlier. I am going to show you what real tits are” as I lean back and slam my girls hard into yours again.
Maria standing beside us rubbing her tits and 1 hand beneath her skirt watching us and moaning as we continue our fight.
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My tits wilting under a barrage from your heavy hangers, my ass presses up against the wall and splays out. I have nowhere to go, as my feet brace for even more battering, just before your nipples lance into me. I grunt and gasp as I feel your breasts press onward and you sneer about the condition of my boobs,
As you lean back for just a moment to gain more momentum, the downward sight is frightening. My nipples have slipped under yours, and my formerly beet red breasts are now turning a pasty white. Whomp, and my tits go out of sight as a whoosh of air leaves me when you slam in again. I urgently try to raise my hands to cover and cradle my girls as you lean back to attack again, but your fleshy wrecking balls arrive first.
I moan, staggering against the wall, wide eyed and wobbling while Maria stares in, witnessing the event, and blurts out that I am trying to hide my breasts. “Flatten them Ms Vanessa.” Even though I know she would yell the same for me if the situation was reversed, I feel even lower. Maybe you will miss as I slither down, my boobs sloshing so loosely. I end up staring at your jabbing tits waving right in front of my face, close enough so I see the red lines on them, the sweat beading, and every bump on your pebbly aerolas. I can’t avert my face as you shake them and show off your treasures. Maria is done fumbling with the hand under her skirt, and is now holding her phone, as my mouth drops.
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Maria yells out for me to flatten your tits and as I glance at her I see her move her hand from beneath her skirt, flashing a black thong in the process, and taking her camera out to possibly record the end of our fight.
I slide my hand up to your hair and pull you upright. I lean in and grind my nipples into your aerials. “Oh god yes can you feel that Linda? Can you feel how fucking hard my nipples are. I am going to invert yours back inside your tits for you bitch” as I slowly force my tits into yours, harder, deeper. Hearing you gasping and begin his to sob I just grind harder, screwing my tits side to side as I spear your tits.
“Just fucking say it bitch or I will smother you with my girls. I will flatten your tits then smother you. Just say it. Say mine are better” as I stare at you.
Hearing Maria yelling to “do it, crush her tits Ms Vanessa”
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“You miserable fuck, you’ve won this time, enough!” I blast back at you as I wince, as your nipples are poking my breasts! Indeed I am weeping, tears running down my cheeks when I dart my eyes to avoid meeting yours. I see my breasts mushrooming around yours and shout “Just stop it, your damned pointy nipples are sticking me”. I thrash as best I can, but I remain ‘stuck’ and you won’t stop trying to dominate me.
I try to shove your shoulders back, and manage to relieve some of the pressure as I flip my hair back to clear the sodden strands out of my face, only to provide a full face and body picture for Maria, who grabs the opportunity. “Very, very flat titties Ms Linda” she chirps and I rage at her. “Shut up you dirty trash, get the hell out of here”.
You seem in no hurry as you just smile at my yells, and keep insisting that I lie and admit you are better. “Screw you, you won, that’s enough, now take your udders and graze somewhere” while I see if I can shift along the wall. “And take your slimy friend with you” as I nod towards Maria. Panting and tired, I feel my posture slumping and entire body drooping. Dishrag is close to the condition I am in, although you look like one yourself I think to myself.
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Hearing you say I win is good. Not the total domination I was wanting but good enough...I think to myself. I lean back and brush my sweat soaked hair from my face. I place both of my hands on your tits as I push away from you. “Bitch you are lucky we said no hands or I would have carved my initials in these saggy bags” I sneer at you. “Now that we both know who has the best tits we can get ready for the finale, and I plan on making your cxnt leave here in the same shape as your tits....batters, bruised and beaten”.
I turn to face Maris, standing and rubbing my red and sore tits as she looks on agape. “Hon please order 2 of the chefs personal lunches. The best ones, like the ones we shared last time I was here. When I destroy this slut I don’t want her to claim any excuses. And you Linda, I will admit you have been the best test I have had in quite awhile” as I turn to stare at you slumped against the wall. “But this evening it is the end. The final fight....the ultimate sexFIGHT! My rules. My way. After we eat and rest and relax then this evening it will be on my bed, naked, no one but you and I. I am going to fuck you till you cannot cum any more then fuck you some more. And just to let you know we WILL use the double Faldo you so thoughtfully brought with you. Yes I saw it in your room. You better know how to use it because I sure as hell do. “
With that I walk over and extend my hand, pulling you to your feet and snarling in your face lean in and press our battered tits together and the kiss you hard just before shoving you aside and walking to my room for a long hot soak in my jacuzzi tub.
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Weepy and woeful, spitting away the traces of your kiss, I sag along the wall after you discarded me. My mind is already whirling about the pending struggle, and I am aghast. As your swishing buns swagger off, I realize you fully intend on having another fight with me. I gather up my flapping boobs, as they hurt if I just let them hang, and shake my head at the prospects ahead. I hear a little snicker, and realize that Maria is watching the gamut of emotions my face is displaying. Sincerely trying to be helpful, she offers me ice, bags of it, saying “Ms Linda, it will tighten those up and calm the pain. It will help you heal without marks from the stretching”.
About to curse her, I rethink it and just take the ice “help me to my room, I feel dizzy”. As I stagger, and she assists, I ask how well she knows my foe, and she naively replies “Very, she is one of my favorite patrons. I enjoy massaging her”. My mind registers this information, and as beat up as I feel, I start to plot. “Where does she enjoy your massaging, have you rubbed…umm…down there? I am so curious, how does her cooch compare to mine?” She replies “I will check, after we clean you up a little. Perhaps you are not as fresh as you would like right now”.
Maybe I can turn this around, I know you have a well traveled twat, I’ll bet you are loose as a goose. As mercurial as ever, as Maria runs the bath, I dream of having Vanessa writhing in bliss, before I bring her out of it and make her realize she is just a horny btich, only fit for junkyard dogs. That will pay her back. I jump as the water brushes my sagging breasts, but love the ministrations of the gentle oiling Maria is providing. I doze off, and awake to find my pink nipples have resurfaced, with maria advising that “it took awhile, but they came out of hiding. Do you always talk so much when you sleep, you certainly did a very thorough job cleansing your pussy!” she giggles.
“You are very sweet, just tell me about Vanessa’s and how you think mine compares. I am sure mine is much cuter and sweeter.” She blushes and says mine has very delicate folds and is most womanly, which obviously means better.
After she remembers her instructions from you, she scurries off to get a deluxe lunch, and I get my hair as nicely put together as I can, and cinch my blue robe up under my boobs, lifting the proud girls, as I gather my wits and balance and march back to the ‘arena’.
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As I leave you leaning against the wall and enter my room I stop and listen. I hear you start to question Maria and then here you ask her to assist you as you slowly enter you room. I take a deep breath and look in the full mirror, noting the red and bruised way my tits are. Rubbing my hands over them I smile as I feel my nipples harden but then softly moan as I find a few spots a bit sorer than before. As I run my jacuzzi tub full of hot water and add the Malayasian oils to it I sigh in relief as I lower my body deep into the water, letting the jets sooth the soreness away.
After a long cleansing soak I rise from the water, drying off with the huge oversized Turkish towels. Drying my hair I let it hang in the long waves without bothering to try and arrange it in any way other than au natural. I slip on a new pair of dark forest green crotchless silk panties and then cinch my cream robe tight beneath my proud heavy tits. As I enter the living area I see you at the counter wearing your robe.
As I walk over to stand next to you I pour myself a shot if my bourbon before taking my lunch that arrived while in my tub. Sitting at the bar next to you the tension is palpable as I slowly enjoy the meal. Finally I finish and turn to look at you. Your hair arranged, you are once again “presentable” in your words. As we stare at one another I ask “Well Linda are you refreshed and rested or would you like to take a bit more time before we finish off this lovely weekend. And be assured all of the preceding encounters were just the, the precursor to this. I want you at you best bitch. I want you rested and ready. I am going to put your body to the ultimate test and expect you to do the same. When we finish I want you to know that I am the Alpha cxnt here” I sat to you with a smile on my face.
“Oh, in case you didn’t notice I took the liberty to order you another pair of panties for this evenings battle. Wasn’t sure if you saw them or not. Mine is already in. So whenever you are ready we can retire to my bed and begin” I say as I stand up and run my fingers through your red hair and down your neck and back up and across your cheek.
I turn and then go into my room. Waiting for you. “And please remember to bring your little toy with you dear. It will be my pleasure to use it on you” I say over my shoulder.
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As you arrogantly turn and strut off I fume and seethe. She always just assumes I will do things her way, that she is the Queen, I hate it! Having vented to myself, I fire off down the hall “ I should have brought a butter churn for your cxnt !”. There, that said it all, as I wiggle my butt and retire to my room and see the lacy crotchless panties. The frilliness accents my wiry curls and glistening pink. For some reason, probably the hotel lighting, I am almost a coral color down there, strange.
Fluffing my hair, then pinning it back, I leave ringlets as I dab on makeup and ensure my lips are glossy. I’ll make the slut wait and stew! I pout as I look down at my wounded breasts, they are bruised and hanging, scuffs all over them. We should have gone hands on, I would have torn her tits off. Will never tit fight a bitch with hard rubber nipples again!
I light a scented candle and flick the lights off, and as if belonging to some cult, I parade down to your room, feeling as if ominous music is playing. “Well Vanessa, I am a woman of my word, you managed to win the last fight, so you set the terms” and I shrug off my robe, and with hands on hips, allow you the view of my delectable snatch, framed by the panties you provided. Placing the candle on a dresser, and resisting the temptation to drip wax on your breasts, I inform you that I am ready.
Watching you try to comeup with some wise ass remark, I thrust the massive red dildo towards you and waggle it in the air “en garde”.
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Relaxing in my large massaging chair I watch you walk into my bedroom. My breath catches as your robe drops to the floor and my gaze runs up and down your body, noting the curls of your thatch framed by the crotchless panties. Standing up I walk over to you. “Well it is a surprise to see you actually have the tits to come in for this ....hon. And you are right. My rules. And there is only 2. First, anything goes. Second is we go until one of us cannot cum any more. First to cum isn’t a good enough match. We go until one can’t go any more. That’s it. Now, are you ready?” I whisper as U drop my robe, my tits firm and proud, nipples rock hard, my own red busy framed by the dark green crotchless panties. I step up to you and again bring my fingers to your hair and twine them in your tresses.
“Now we finish it bitch” I snarl as I yank your head back causing your still sore tits to impact with mine. My belly pressing into yours as our thighs slide together.
“We will use you toy in a bit slut, right now I just want YOU” as I shove you back a step until your legs are pressed up against my bed. As you slip back I climb on top of the bed following you. I let go of your hair and slide my hand down across your left tit, lower past your stomach until I feel your slit already wet in my fingers. Spreading my legs wide I push you back and then scissor my pussy with yours. Taking a firm grip on your leg I bring us cxnt to count.
“Let’s go bitch”
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“Unless your cxnt is rubberized, like your tits, you are going to be fucked, you fat slut!”, and as you position us pussy to pussy, I yank your hair to one side and push myself over with the other arm. Managing to maintain crotch to crotch contact as we swivel over, I am now on top, where I belong. Looking down at you, I can feel my lips smearing over your pitiful twat. “Buck like the pig you are, bitch”.
Knowing that coarse language and trashiness turns you on, I put aside my ladylike ways to make you squirm. “C’mon, cxntlicker, or is it cocksucker, start grunting” as you seem to immediately ‘soak up’ my intensity , as you are sopping. Twitch, twitch, my cheeks pulse and I rub your pussy with my dew coated petals. “Maria told me how you love having someone take charge, well I own you”.
Thrilled that I had wits enough to lie , I can feel my knockers flopping around, thank goodness little Maria had oiled them. In the candle light, I see your bruised tits wobbling and think that if I could have held out just a bit, you would have given up. This time you will howl!
Seeing you tense and shift me, I thrust my snatch into yours “lets make those noises you are famous for” and I watch your mouth purse just a little. “You buck toothed slut, coo for me, you like it rough, you brag on it” and my wiry curls mesh into your furry snatch, pubes mingling. I start to flush, my own lewdness having an unexpected effect on me. “I’ll let you roll over Vanessa, so I can ride you like the cart horse you are”, as your anticipated lurches make me rock.
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As you begin to grind your cxnt into mine I gasp out loud “ you are right slut...gasp...I do like it rough and....nasty...moan...and dirty. But as much as ....you deny it your....pussy says you do to. You are fucking.....soaking wet whore. Lets just ....see how you do like it” as I reach up and grab both of your nipples, pinching and rolling them between my fingers. My pussy throbbing as I jump back into yours. Twisting and shoving, our lips glued together, I grit my teeth and fuck back into you.
“Maria may have told....you how I like it but truth is....you are just like me. I can feel your clit already slut. And I want to fuck yours with my own” as I let go of your nipples and grab a handful of both of your tits as I begin to knead them, twisting you over as I grunt and moan and crawl on top of you. “Come on, buck you me cxnt, show me what you got”.
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Seeing how you are reacting, I know I have the number of your whorish ways, as you babble your filth at me and shove your burbling cxnt out trying to press into mine. I moan as you grab my tenderized tit tips, and reach up to protect them, except you start to dial them and my nipples flood with feeling. With short little snuffles and yips I flutter, totally taken aback. When you shift, and knead my softened breast flesh, I squirm into you, gasping in the throes of a pending orgasm in spite of the pain. Being rolled over onto my back breaks the train of sensations as I stare up at your bruised floppers and determinedly push my pussy back.
I latch onto your nipples and tug, stretch and twist, and then release, tug, and stretch and twist. “I am milking you, Sow, your teats are stretching and you are moaning” aware that the same actions would send me to the moon and figuring it will have that impact on you. “Take this” as I ram my pulsing twat at you, my clit indeed out there, searching for yours. No ‘foreplay’ between us as we seek out the most intimate contact. “Your slimy cxnt is pouring goo, what a whore” as I wriggle on my buns, my urgency desperate. Half of my tit tugging is because my hands seek to grab and cling something, while the other half is of course intended to send you into the throes of sluttish ecstacy.
My legs churning in the air, I feel our lips rubbing and slithering, as I twitch my pink folds over you, literally wiping your exposed clit with them. “You fucking slut, I felt you tremble, you are going to swamp us with your sloppy snatch.” In crazed passion, I ram my pussy up into you, tugging you by those nasty jugs, making sure that your tits will hang even lower when we finish.
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LOVE this ! LOVE this !
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Hearing you mumble through the lust filled haze I moan and gasp as you work my nipples and tits like a wild woman. Feeling your juices flooding my pussy increases the wanton behavior as I grind my lips back into yours, hearing you gasp out loud as my clit slides across yours and then down against the base. “Oh fuuuuucckkk yes harder you whore” I gasp as I go from pinching your nipples to full on slaps against your hanging udders. “You like it rough too don’t you slut” I sneer.
Grabbing your leg I begin to grind against you in a circular motion, knowing it will bring you even closer to cumming. “Gonna make you squirt skank then the real fucking will start” I whisper as I fight to control my own urges. Wanting to just throw all reason aside and fuck you I lean over and press my tits into your hands. “Come on whore, fight me, fight me slut” as I spit into your gaping mouth. “You are mine now”
As you begin to shudder I feel you shove me back. As my ass hits the bed my legs splay wide open as I feel the bed against my back. I lift my head up and see you glaring at me, our hair hanging in our faces in wild disarray, the come fuck me glaze in both our eyes. As you shift I move my right leg over and start to rub my toes into your swampy snatch. You grab my ankle and pull my foot tighter as I work my toes up and down in between your swollen lips as I search for your clit. “mmmmmmm.....seems someone is close isn’t she” I gasp.
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She is in heat, the animal is in heat…, she is just so raunchy . We teeter back and forth, one on top, then the other, spread legs and displayed twats and molested breasts sending exciting sensations. As we shift, you land your toes on my glazed slit and actually try to get me off with your toes. Incredible that she thinks this would excite me. “no way that peasant foot of your is going to get me off” I snicker at you, just before the big toe slides in. I swallow my words as my engorged twat slurps up that offending toe and I gasp.
Amazed, I clutch your ankle and start to snuffle quickly, inelegant sounds more suited to a rutting creature as I jerk on your ankle. My tugs create a wild thrusting of your foot and I almost lose it then and there. A glance a your fevered face shows me that you are near orgasm yourself, but I can’t let you keep pumping your foot, so I fall backwards, off your toe, landing on the carpet and instantly rolling on all fours.
Looking over my shoulder, I see your torso slowly rising off the bed and I lash my foot up, hoping you will lance yourself in your haste to pursue me. Squirming forward, I maintain my protective coverage, leaving what might be called a snail trail. Finally dropping my leg, I start to swivel around on my knees, thinking that I just escaped from a very close call.
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As I bring myself up to my knees I look at you. On you knees as well we both lunge towards one another. After all we have put one another through it seems we have the same thought in mind. One hand wraps around each other’s waist and the other plunged between our wide spread legs. Grunting as my fingers invade your dripping snatch I give a new of lust as you return the favor. No words spoken as we slide our swollen tits together and begin a frenzied fingering if each other’s pussy.
Resting my forehead on yours as our eyes lock onto each other’s I hear you gasp as I curl my fingers inside of you and probe, finding the elusive “G” spot. Pressing up into you I begin to rub back and forth while my palm is rubbing your engorged clit, trying to get you to cum first. My breathing coming faster as I feel yours a ragged huffing in my face. I slip my mouth to yours in a hard deep kiss, knowing we have only begun this final war of attrition. Not to see who cums first but who can last the longest.
I bring my free hand down hard in an open hand slap on your ass, feeling your buns jiggle as I repeat it again and a third time.
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Echoing slaps on my fleshy rump are like a drum roll for your sleazy gyrations as you near orgasm. I yelp and pant as you work me over, my free hand tugging and rolling your teat, repeating whatever brings the biggest sigh or gasp, while my thumb flicks your clitty. I watch your face contort as my other fingers find the spots in your slick twat just before I drop my head to nuzzle into your neck. I feel tremors from you, and want to exult in your lost control but have to focus on keeping myself together.
I feel my bottom jerking and twitching, almost slut like, as I arch into your fingers and wriggle my buns. God, I love the way the spanking feels, it’s amazing and otherworldly in combination with the stimulation of my pussy. I realize my eyes are rolling up and I am swishing passionately, presaging my flow blown orgasm. Listening to you starting to go off releases me, and I wail out “I’m coming, I am, I am” as if it would be a surprise.
As I rub my tattered tits into yours, I hump my bottom up and down and hear a spattering below us. You must be showering I think and spit out “you are so dirty, such a whore, such a fucking whore” as my refined instincts won’t allow me your coarse actions. I soak up the wonderful sensations, while trying to plot out how to make you grovel, and even before my last twitch, I lift my arms up to your shoulders and heave you down and past me, onto all fours.
I drape over your back, my tits on your buns and shove your thighs apart, with a stern view of your quaking cxnt. Where is that dildo? I raise my head to look for it, can’t see it, and shove both hands at your pussy, opening the lips, as my thumbs flick around your anus. I twitch my ass with pride, a few drops of something dribbling off, as I start to swing my leg over your head.
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As my orgasm begins my eyes close and I groan “Oh Fuuuccckkkk yessss. That’s it. Right there you dirty slut. Right there. Don’t fuccckkiinngg stop”. As your juices suddenly coat my hand in a searing flood I hear you screaming that you are coming. As the feelings begin to subside I feel your hands on my shoulders and suddenly I am on all fours and you are assualting my wide open pussy, my clit throbbing. Gasping as I feel your heavy tits plop down on my back you throw your leg across my neck and over my head. I slip over and lay on my back with my head trapped between your legs. Pulling mine up I wrap them around your head and moan “Of Fuckbyrs you nasty cxnt. Eat me. I am going to suck your clit till you squirt you whore”.
I latch onto your ass with both hands and pull your soaked pussy to my mouth, licking up your slit till I find your hard clit and suck it into my mouth hard. My fingers squeezing your asscheeks as I begin to lick and suck and chew in your pussy. Moaning how good it feels and for you to do it rougher I again begin to slap you ass. First the right then the left. The feeling of being in a wet nasty 69 with you almost overwhelming my senses as pure lust begins to take hold of both of us.
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Slippery as an eel, you rotate under me and start your dirty mouth, first talking and then licking and then nibbling. I gasp, this slut is eating me out, my rival, enemy and foe is eating me out! My overheated twat is responding, so I have to do it, I lick that swampy snatch of yours, tasting it and coming back for more and more. Somehow, you manage to keep up your ribald remarks even as you are slurping like a pig on me. I must taste divine!
Just a few strokes of my elegant tongue has you quivering, I can afford to relax and enjoy you licking upwards at my precious pink, and it does feel good. The telltail sign of my pleasure, my wriggling white buns, start to twitch. I look down at your pussy, I would have thought it would be fleshier, and bigger, but it is framed by a huge tundra of silky and soggy pubes. After I win, I’ll have those hairs as a trophy! I hear you mumbling, and see you wallowing under me, this is fucking mega exciting. I am licking cxnt with this woman, and it is wild!
My ass swishing as I soak up the feelings of your unbridled passion, and feel you primed to explode, I almost jump when you start spanking my ass. OOOoh, and my butt squirms, then another blow and my cheek flaps. My mouth purses, trying to keep my tongue going, as you whack my ’dainty ‘ ass again and I yelp. I clutch your thighs and try to lick, when my now red/pink cheeks receive more and more swats. I squeak, then squeal and try to arch up away. The combination of sensations is so intense, I just don’t know how to absorb them.
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Your juices start to increase as I keep licking and sucking on your now sodden pussy. Your lips puffy, your clit fully exposed. My slaps on your ass are coming faster as I feel your legs twitch and your buns shake.
I tighten my legs around your head and twist, managing to get you rolled over beneath me and I really go to town.
Your tongue is spearing me, stabbing in and out of my own soaked puss as you lap up my juices. I gasp and moan as you find my clit and suck on it as I am doing to yours. Wanting to prolong the sensations yet craving hearing you cum again is torment. I finally decide on trying to get you to squirt for me. I pull my right hand down and spread your lips wide as I slowly run my tongue up and down. As I latch onto your clit again I slide 2 the 3 fingers inside of you as my left hand comes down on the side ofyour ass cheek.
I suddenly groan out loud as a loud slap is heard and felt as you now slap my ass as I am on top giving you a clear shot. “Oh yes you slut. You are so wet. You are a nasty cxnt and I love it. Harder bitch. Harder” I moan then dive back into you, slurping at your wetness. Loving the taste, the sensations, the pain and pure lust of our fuckfight.
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The slaps on my butt pause as I am rolled over, staring up at your dripping twat, though I manage to get my act together and dart my head up to suck in your clit, noisily slurping, lips tugging, then my teeth lightly pulling. It seems to grow! And I tentatively spank your flabby buns, then again, and again, remembering you like it rough.
Oh God, your fingers are inside me and the tattoo of slaps on my butt resumes. To my shame, my legs start to pedal in the air, almost in time to animal like grunts, my grunts! “ Nooooooo, noooo you can’t do this to me”, but you do, my legs stiffen and stab straight up as you get slathered in my elixir. Legs stab up again, than flap around. My head goes back , leaving you panting unrequited for the moment. I somehow feel my coarse kinkies grating on your nose in an absurd floating thought. There is a pause, as you must be enjoying the sight of my pulsing pussy.
Then, in mid whimper, my legs clamp together, trapping your head, and I nip and suck and lap at your waving cxnt. My fingers plunge in, finding the explosive spot, and I am rewarded by a blasting deluge of Vanessa juice. I have to blink it out of my eyes, but I keep going, pulling your head down tight to the drenched mattress, as I restrict your motion and determine to work you till you beg for mercy. “I own you now, pig…keep coming for me, I am the better woman!”
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Smiling to myself as I feel your body go tense and your juices almost drown me when you cum again I quicken the pace of my fingers and tongue. My own pussy gushing fluid as you resume the cube licking and sucking. The sharp stinging slaps bringing me even closer to cumming myself. I gasp as you tighten your thighs around my head and you begin to work my cxnt faster and harder. I find myself grunting and gasping and begin to fuck myself on your stuff fingers. “Ooohhhhhhhh Fuuuuccckkkkkk” I scream into your pussy as my pussy explodes in an intense orgasm of my own.
After we both cum for the second time our legs relax and I fall gasping to the bed beside you. My head still at your feet and yours at mine I raise up and turn to look at you. You raise up and I see your face coated with my juices, shining and soaked....your hair wet from both sweat and my fluids. I know I am in no better shape and the sight just makes me even more aroused. Growling in animal like lust I turn and lay beside you, our tits pressing tight together again as we both grab a handful of hair and pull our faces together.
“You nasty cxnt, you fucking love this as much as I do “ I hiss in your face as I lean down and begin to nuzzle, lick and bite on your neck. One hand in your hair and the other gripping your ass as I roughly squeeze then slap it again and again.
Feeling you doing the same to me I pull my face away and spit in your face. Then on your tits. “You are one nasty cut aren’t you Linda you cxnt” as I look into your eyes, knowing what you will do. “Let’s get that fucking huge dildo now so I can fuck you raw whore” I snarl as I look around for it, excitedly looking forward to the next stage of our battle.
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As we break and recoup, and mutter remarks to each other, your eyes are gleaming at the thought of being porked by that massive double ended red dong. Receiving your spit while my left hand is checking the state of my twat , my right hand scoots down and cups your drooling cxnt. Leaning into you, to show my disdain, my left hand comes straight up and slaps your cheek, leaving it completely spattered by pussy goo, to be followed by my right hand. My stronger hand slaps your cheek and positively sprays your cream everywhere. I see you shaking your head to remove the drippings and laugh at you.
“You keep saying I am just like you, but you are wrong. I am not a dog in heat or a slimy tramp. I am going to beat you at your own game, but that doesn’t make me a whore.” Proud of myself, and my standards, I at last see the dildo and grab it, waving it and lecturing you , using it as a pointer. “I’ve seen your pussy real close, way too close, and it doesn’t match mine, It is loose, thin lipped, and flabby. I am going to pound you hard and fuck you silly, till even you dry out. Then I am going to keep going till you howl, it will be so dry and crusty. Then your little friend Maria can come up and take the pictures we will all want to see.”
“You want to slap my Irish ass, than let’s get on all fours, and ram away, till one of us can’t grip it anymore” and I roll onto all fours and swing my butt towards you, shoving the dildo between my thighs so it is on the bed . “C’mon, you dumpy bitch, let’s do it, and yes, it will be rough. No stopping till the howls fill the room”.
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I climb up on the bed, my cheek still stinging from your slap. “Rough it will be you uptight gutter tramp. You love to put on airs that you are all that but you still aren’t woman enough to beat me much less admit what a whore you are. Your Irish temper and emotions are going to be your downfall bitch and when I fuck you dry it will be your howls that fill my ears and this room.” As I turn and lower my arms to the bed I slam my ass into yours. Feeling your cheeks jiggle I snarl “and your ass is all fat and flab just like those knickers I already flattened slut. You’re right.....let’s do this” as I pick up the dildo and shove it roughly into your wide open pussy and then slam it into mine. Hearing you gasp at the sudden intrusion I quickly tighten my cxnt around my end and begin a fast rough backward thrusting, fucking the dildo into your cxnt.
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Ughhh, my mouth purses as the head and shaft of the dong enter me abruptly and you start to jackhammer it. I gasp and arch forward like a dog on point and manage to clamp down on the rigid dick, and your next attempted thrust comes to an abrupt halt. “Loose lips sink whores, slut” and I thrust my butt back, and feel the dick sliding into you, your grip insufficient. I wriggle my buns “you fucking cheat, getting a jump like that, now get ready to squeal”.
I shove back again, only to find I am not the only one who can clamp down and though I squirm and grunt and pulse, I make no perceptible progress towards your womb. Heat is rising as our buns are near each other, and figuratively steaming. As always, you bellow some stupid comment, while I writhe and try to twist the dick further into you. I guess that is why they call it screwing!
I hitch my knees back towards you just a hair, to gain more leverage, and really, really clamp down. “Take this , you greasy cxnted trash” and shove back with my jut jawed determination to skewer you. The dick is hard to grip, your juices must have already coated the shiny red dong but I feel trembling motion. “Getting worried Vanessa?” I dip my head down, to look between my dangling titties, and see what is going on.
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When you start to push back shoving the huge dildo into my wet pussy I grunt and moan in passion and exertion. I clamp down hard and feel the forward motion stop. Hearing you I grit my teeth and hiss my reply...”oh fuck no Linda, not worried...just excited. Excited about fucking you raw. “ as I push my ass back towards you, feeling the dildo inch into your sloppy cxnt a bit more. “Now it’s time to fuck you whore like you deserve” I snarl as I draw back then thrust forward.
I lean my head down and like you look between my legs and see you with your eyes closed grunting as I begin to fuck it in and out of you.
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As you mouth off and thrust, I jerk my body forward, leaving nothing for you to lance, and your frenzied fucking is all froth. That stops when I cleverly time your gyrations and shove back, than clamping on the dildo and tugging it toward me. Thinking what a mindless rutting slut you are, I slam the secured dong back into you, and then hitch my fine white ass backwards. Like a fleshy bull dozer, I thrust and pull back, thrust and pull back, reaming you with my smarter and better maneuvers.
Smug and pleased, as I feel you thrashing, I thump my firm buns back, making contact with your jello butt as I take the offensive. “C’mon slut, stuff your head in a pillow and let me teach you manners and grace” Wishing I wasn’t so lubricated, I make sure I retain a grip on the larger end of the dong, while I suspect you are reduced to trying to grip the slippery shaft.
All those exercises after my four kids are paying off, as I listen to you gasp and quake. Knew it, I knew it, pussy to pussy, she is quivering trash. I have to take another peek between my tits, to see if you are up to any tricks, and I catch you checking out my whipping breasts and dew coated (and dripping) pussy.
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“Slut we are just getting lubed up. Don’t think for a moment you are the better woman” I snarl through gritted teeth. Taking a move from you I time your thrusts and when you slam your ass backwards to force it into mine I relax and let you, then clamp down, brace my hand and knees and shove me ass back into yours, ramming the huge head deep into your dripping snatch.
“Two can play at that game bitch” I whisper as I lean down and look back, locking eyes with you. Bracing my hands and knees I lift my feet up and twist my ass forcing the dildo to corkscrew into you. I thrust downwards hard causing the shaft inside you to move upwards where it begins to rub against your sensitive clit. Hearing you mew like the animal you are I gaspnout loud “like that. How does it feel cxnt”.
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As usual, she is a miserable cheating cxnt as I feel the dildo squirm inside me like it is alive. “ You think you are clever, don’t you” as I twitch and jump from the new sensations. My little snuffling grunts give you way too much satisfaction, as my hands go back towards you, grabbing your ankles, and pulling.
You land with a kerflaup on the bed, as I arch up over you and stab the dong downwards into you, and plant my ass atop your butt and thighs. Keeping my grasp on your ankles, I have you pinned like a bug, as I start to drill and I smirk “can’t do anything, can you slut?” Your head shifts and turns, your body wriggles, but I have you impaled and pressed down. I build a rhythm with ‘our’ dick and can hear and feel your give away sloshing. “let me hear you screech while you are still juicy. I am going to keep going till you have a red scabby cxnt.”
I give a genteel twitch of my pussy, and then resume nailing you. I squirm my tits on the sheets, while I get a huge amount of satisfaction from looking behind me at you being ’stuck’.
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I let out a loud mph when you grab my ankles and my face and tits hit the mattress. Followed up by a loud groan as your ass butts up against mine and you start to drill the rubber cock into my wet cxnt.
“Fuck you you cheating cow. Grabbing my ... Ugh... oh fuck yes.... grabbing my ankles you cheat.... oh god that feels good” I hiss as I try and fuck back into you. Your big ass pinning me down. I reach back and run my nails across your ass cheek on your next down thrust and feel you quickly draw back.
“Turn over whore and I will show you how to use a dildo. You will be fucked dry before I finish with you” I gasp into the mattress. The feelings exploding from my cxnt almost driving me to orgasm. I grab the sheets and force myself up on my knees again as I meet your thrusts.
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“You clawed me!’ I exclaim in a self-righteous shout. “You clawed me” as I try to see, but as I look back, the ‘wound’ is but a faint scratch tracing along my buns and isn’t even felt as I see you start to quake. “ No way we are turning around, you just keep fighting me with your squishy ass “. I feel you able to shove the dong back now, but I twitch and pulse the dick and there is no doubt. You are coming!
My Irish ass and dangling tits are doing a jig of joy as I redouble my thrusting, feeling you loose and juicy. Like hitting oil, you are starting to gush, and I keep drilling away. The mirror on the dresser shows our sweaty backs and butts writhing, and mine has a determined pounding rythm, while yours is herky jerky. Then I hear you yell. What a feeling to have you hooked, and transmitting your heaving orgasm along the length of the dildo back to my proud pussy.
I mock you, and wriggle my ass back. I loosen my grasp at the end of my stroke so I can pull some of the dick out of me and gingerly squirm forward, not wanting to give you a chance to recover. I’ll have two thirds of this thing in you, and will be banging on your womb I chortle to myself. Visions of your slime turning pasty and then dry have me gleeful, as I have to lift one hand to contain my wildly flapping boobs.
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“Ohfuuucckkkk” I let out in one long moan as I start to cum. I shiver as my orgasm hits and gasp before I shake my head and clamp down on the dong. “My turn slut” I gasp as I push my ass back, feeling it jam into your quivering Buns. Timing works in my favor this time as you must have just relaxed a bit and I shove the huge rubber cock hard into you. “Let’s hear you grunt like a sow now” I yell as I get my own rhythm and begin to fuck the dildo in and out of your sloppy pussy, twisting and moving it up and down, grating it across your clit. I lean my head down and look between our legs and see you grabbing your floppy tits in one hand and trying to pull away from my humping with the other.
Now that you have released my ankles I wrap mine over yours keeping you close. I pick up the pace, watching your fat tits jiggle with every thrust, hearing you panting and then you yell out you are cumming as I don’t let up, fucking in and out of you.
“First one to you bitch but the war will be mine” as I push my ass into yours over and over, prolonging your spasms.
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EEeeek, how could she! I was just shifting the damned dick, and she shoved, it’s in really deep, it scooted in like a rocket. I cant over, clutching my wagging breasts, as I feel the dildo slithering in and out. While I am not grunting like a sow, I am squeaking and snuffling and squealing. I can feel tremors welling up and washing over me.
Oh fuck, I’m coming again, my thighs spread out, my head drops and your motorized butt keeps jabbing in, sending that dick on it’s mission, just rubbing and rubbing. I squirm forward, almost trenching the sheets with my forehead, trying to pull away from the pounding as my feet wiggle weirdly. Ass arched up, lips splayed out, I try desperately to clench down, and at last, there is friction. The dick feels hot, and it doesn’t slide smoothly. I gasp “running out of steam, aren’t you whore”
I release my tits, which dart straight downward, and try to rock back and thrust. I am so full down there, and it is so sticky. I shove back and hear you mutter and snarl, though I let you know “You will pay for this, bitch. I’ll grind you to a pulp”.
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Keeping my ankles locked around you I decide it’s time to get serious if I am going to fuck this cxnt dry. I grit my teeth and on your forward rocking motion I twist my upper body and ass and legs all at once. Success. I manage to roll us both over into our backs. Still pressed ass to ass I push my hands back and raise my upper torso straight up and begin to really drive the large rubber cock into your spread open pussy.
“Now we’ll see who fucks who dry cxnt. Come here” as I reach out and grab your arms pulling you upright as well, locking my legs around your waist. I clamp my pussy muscles tight and proceed to rock back and forth fucking you harder and harder. Hearing your squeals and grunts I yell in your face “come on. Fuck me back. Ugh. Ugh. Fight me cxnt. Don’t make this too easy. Fight me!”
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As if coming up for air, we rotate and face each other, and you start to jiggle the implanted cock into me. Hauling myself upright till our tits touch, I clench and thrust myself. Locked together as we are, the range of motion is nowhere near what we had ‘enjoyed’. “You filthy cock sucker, you were afraid of real thrusting?” and to accent my words, I drop back onto the bed and bounce my ass, jamming the dick into you at an angle, making you gasp. Your limited back and forth grates on my clitty, and is inflaming, but I lurch once again and send your tits bouncing and the dick jabs uncomfortably as you land.
I suck in a breath “what a heavy load you are, you fat fuck” and haul on your udders to jerk you up and down on the dildo. It is time for me to spit, as I work up a gob and leave it in your face while twisting again, and trying to loom over you. “Stay under me where you belong” I command, seeing that your lips are now clinging to the shaft of the cock. I am overheated and squirming, on edge as I twitch and twist, seeking to force out more of your rutting noises.
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“Fuck you cxnt” as I reach out and slap your hanging tit then sink my fingers in your hair. “This is a sex FUGHT who’re so fight and fuck me”. Saying this I grunt and pull your hair all the while gripping the dildo with my pussy as I quicken the pace, fucking it in and out of you. Reaching down with my left hand I grab your thigh and pull us even closer. “Your cxnt is mine now” as I rapidly thrust it in to you, my hips finding a hard fast rhythm.
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This fucking douche bag hit me, and then you pulse away at my now red pussy as I hesitate after the blow. Hands fluttering, I glare as I try to regain control of the slippery dong. Suddenly, I stab my hands down and force a grip on the dildo, shoving it hard thru your resisting pussy muscles, and out of my twat. The end that was in me dripping on the sheets, the remainder stuffed in you, I plunge it in harder with both hands and hear you groan.
Now it’s time for me to really work this thing, as I pull back and slide forward, making sure I am rubbing the entire upper portion on you so your ‘canal’ feels it all. For once I have surprised and shocked you, as you curse and thrash and moan. I inform you that “Since you cheat, instead of clawing and slapping, I am going to win the ‘sexFIGHT’ as the unrestricted full length strokes make you quiver.
I lean forward, wiping my tits on you, as I jealously clutch every inch of the dick that is not deep inside you, and keep it working your inflamed snatch.
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“Oh you fucking cheating biittcchh I’m cuummiinngg” I cry out. Hands dropping onto the sheet as I grip it and thrust my cxnt back into the dildo as you roughly fuck it in and out of me. I scream out loud as you begin to roughly rub and pinch on my clit causing me to flail wildly as a second then third orgasm wracks my body.
“Oh fuuccckkk don’t stop. Fuck me! Fuck me! I groan as I cum again. My head finally flops back onto the bed as I go limp from what you have done to me. Moaning my head rolls side to side, eyes squeezed shut, writhing in pure uncontained lust.
Oh god this has to stop. I can’t cum any longer. Stop you whore. You win. You cheating cxnt you win. I gasp as you continue to plunge the huge rubber cock in and out of me.
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My arms piston the red dick in and out of you, even as it dawns that you are pleading for me to stop. ‘Well, she wouldn’t’ I tell myself and readjust myself so I can maintain the thrusting. Every time you squirm or gasp from a thrust, I repeat it just that way. I watch you get limper and limper, and your juices get thicker and thicker. Can anything be finer than watching a whore get her just desserts?
“Vanessa, just remember all your bold talk about fucking me raw. I certainly remember it. If you hadn’t cheated, I might be merciful, but I have to teach trash like you your lesson.” Perhaps I am being unchristian, but she publicly humiliated me at this place twice. She embarrassed me and loved it! Getting tired, as your slime starts to congeal, and your moans turn to groans (or the other way around), I slack off on the prick pumping and push myself upward, till I can flop atop your body.
“You have way too many hairs down here” I smirk, as I tweak out a few pubes and dribble them on your twitching carcass. Leaving the cock sticking out a few inches, I warm to my bush pulling, your head flopping up and down, and you shouting. No need to get all this fucking forest, it will look just as fine if I leave it randomly ruined. I push myself upright and off the bed and fluff my proud bush, and brush my hair. “Time to call our little Maria for some pictures. I can’t wait to show my hubby. You just stay there as I freshen up”. Dialing up our ‘missy’, I then turn dismissively to you and pat your haunch before I amble to my bathroom to make sure I look put together.
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Standing ovation ladies That was incredible
If any members top this then I can’t wait
Massive thanks to both of you for sharing this epic battle