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Wrote this one a while back, a fantasy matchup between Jenny McCarthy and Pam Anderson.
Posted by Catwriter on November 09, 1999 at 19:23:03:
BEACH RUMBLE
Bill had a problem. Although his life, in many respects, would be considered ideal, it wasn't quite the way he wanted it to be. His computer sales job was going very well. Commissions were piling up as fast as he could spend them and spend he did. His obvious self-confidence attracted pretty women and he dated frequently. Two of his girlfriends knew of each other. They were very much alike. Physically, Bill was attracted to large breasted women who were sexually liberal, enjoyed life, and were laid back personality-wise. But Jenny and Pam were anything but laid back when it came to Bill. Both wanted him to themselves. And therein lay the problem. Both women were wonderful, great in bed, and had unselfish qualities that most men would die for. Both, however, were uncharacteristically demanding that he choose one and drop the other. Bill just couldn't make up his mind.
He had decided a vacation was in order. Perhaps some time at a faraway beach would clear his mind and allow him to think. And so he bought a ticket to the Bahamas. One of those beachfront bungalows, as expensive as they are isolated. Before leaving, he mentioned to Pam and Jenny that he would be leaving for a week and would let them know upon his return exactly what his intentions were.
Unfortunately, both women had connections in the travel industry and with some minor sleuthing, each had come up with his travel plans. Both, afraid that Bill would choose the other, decided a little one on one at the beach would help tilt the scales, among other things, in their direction.
After a quiet nights sleep, Bill stepped out on the small covered porch and gazed upon serenity. He quickly cooked up a bloody mary and sat in the shade listening to water greeting land. The gentleness of the moment was just what he needed and he began to nod off. Soon he was caught in a dream. It was extraordinarily vivid. He felt a gentle nudging on his inner thigh and awoke to see Pam standing before him, wide brimmed hat and weightless bikini exactly where they should be. Taking off her sunglasses, she knelt before him. He was, of course, naked and she began licking his nipples, swirling tongue causing a surge, which culminated in an epic hard-on. She worked slowly, sensuously until he thought vacations should be, at this particular evolutionary point, a constant.
Suddenly, Pam was gone and Jenny was in her place. Jenny's technique was slightly different and he was soon lost in her encompassing gentleness. Jenny's breasts rubbed lightly on his leg. He could feel the nipples. Man, vacations are fantastic.
A slight change, his eyes rolled beneath their lids, REM is good. And then, both were there!
They stood before him on the porch looking furiously at one another. There was no sound but they appeared to be shouting at one another. They moved ominously toward each other. Jenny wore a yellow bikini, just barely containing the nipple, let alone the breast. Pam had visited the same store and wore a similar pale blue bikini. Each seemed to be accusing the other of being a sneaky bitch. They were finger pointing and then slapping at each other's hands as each tried to make their point. By this time, they were seriously in each other's face spitting words at one another.
Bill's eyelids moved languidly as he dream sipped another bloody mary.
His eyes rose above the glass in time to see two enraged blondes grab each other's hair and begin to battle furiously. Their huge breasts swung from side to side as they pulled at one another. They began to stumble about the porch and eventually stumbled inside the tiny cottage and crashed violently to the floor. So close now. Bodies touching and grinding and sweating. They rolled crazily around the floor. Jenny's left breast swung free. Bill marveled at the perfection, so full, so large. Then Pam was exposed. Her bikini top had worked its way to her midsection in the violence and her mammoth breasts pressed hard against those of her rival.
Still pulling hair, the women rose to their feet and promptly fell into the huge waterbed. Their legs were locked together; their arms tightly entwined behind each other's back. They tried to crush each other in a fierce bearhug. Jenny's bikini top snapped in the violence and four huge breasts crushed together, locked in their own separate battle. They rolled slowly on the bed, neither able to hold the top position for very long. Their breasts bulged and slithered against one another as they wrestled. Pam suddenly released her bearhug hold and slapped at Jen's face, hitting her just below the cheekbone. Jen lashed back and they began slapping at one another on the unsteady surface. Their movements became herky jerky, as maintaining balance and fighting seemed mutually exclusive. They came to their knees and grasped each other at the elbows, trying to tip the other. Neither succeeded and this position brought their breasts into fierce togetherness. They glanced downward at their breasts and thought what better way to defeat their rival than using their extraordinary breasts to fight it out. And fight it out they did. Grinding, slamming, sliding; the mammaries were engaged in a huge battle. Occasionally, the fighters would line up their nipples and let the inch long beauties duel like ancient sword fighters. Crossing the nipples, they would parry and strike. When the parrying ended, each thrust her breasts forward, surrounding them in the encompassing breast flesh. Bulging, mashing breasts crushing forward to meet their equal, nipples grinding into one another causing sharp pain as their chests slammed together.
Quickly, Jen pushed and knocked Pam to her back. Breasts always in contact, they slopped in the water bed madness, finally rolling to the floor which broke their fall. Jen got to her feet first and as Pam rose, she charged. Hitting Pam's breast with her right shoulder, she propelled them out the door, across the porch and into the sand where they went after each other with incredible passion. Neither seemed tired at all
New sensations; sun, rough sand. The battle increased in intensity. The women began taking handfuls of each other's breasts and twisting and pulling. Legs locked together, both women on their side, each with a handful of the other's breast bulging between their fingers. Tugging and pulling and pinching nipples, their anger increased. Pushing hard, they fell apart and leapt to their feet. Facing one another, they took a few seconds to gain their breath. Their hair was in serious need of a good hairdresser, blowing wildly in the exotic wind. Their bodies were covered with sweat and sand and anger. Huge breasts rolled on their chests as they gasped for breath, leaning forward, hands on knees, breasts dangling enticingly.
They rose up and approached one another, hands outstretched, looking like eagle claws. They grasped each other's hands tightly; twisting their torsos violently as each sought to throw the other to the sand. Neither succeeded. Equally matched their hands stretched to the limit over their heads, their luscious bodies again came into contact. The heat was intense as the immense breasts once again brushed against each other. In this position, the huge dangling orbs slid teasingly together, nipples rubbing and occasionally jamming together. They fought in this fashion for several minutes. At one point their arms were directly in front of each other's thighs, hands still tightly locked together. Their breast bulged forward and attacked each other. Crushing together and rolling and slithering and trying to eliminate the other. They began swinging their breasts, slamming them together. Then they leaned into one another crushing their breasts together and finally fell into a stumbling bearhug as they whirled around in the sand.
Jen tripped Pam and again they were writhing violently on the hot sand. They grabbed at each other, squeezing breasts, pinching nipples and pulling hair.
Their breath came in harsh gasps now. Lying on their sides, one locked in the other's tresses, they began slapping each other, each loud smack followed closely by another.
"I hate you so much, you bitch," said Pam through gritted teeth.
"You are such a whore" spat Jen as she punched Pam wickedly in the ribs. Pam retaliated and the ferocious felines, more slowly now, just reared back and punched at each other's chests. After a moment of hard hitting, they rose to their knees. Lunging at one another, they wrapped tired arms around their opponent and hit each on the back. But both were tiring rapidly and the blows caused no real damage. With their faces buried in each other's neck, they continued whispering threats to each other, each still determined to win this battle.
And finally, they pushed away from each other and rose slowly to their feet. Their beautiful bodies were covered with sand and sweat. Their skin was red from the constant rubbing together and painful punches each had absorbed.
They slowly circled once more, looking for an opening. Pam suddenly kicked out and caught Jen hard in the thigh.
"Owwwwww, bitch" screamed Jen and quickly brought her leg up and kicked Pam in the knee.
"Ahhhhhhhh slut" cried Pam and quickly launched another kick, which caught Jen directly between the legs.
Jen screamed and went down to both knees, hands covering her crotch. Pam brought her leg back one more time and kneed Jen viciously in the forehead. Jen toppled back and lay sprawled in the sand. Pam leaned down and whispered in the barely conscious girl's ear, "He's mine bitch, don't forget it"
Pam then grasped Jen's breasts and twisted wickedly until Jen passed out.
Eyes gleaming in victory, Pam rose slowly and headed toward the spoils of battle.
