It had been a few months since Sanna had had any problems in her love life. After Ellie's disappearance, her marriage had been going great. The husband was always full of excitement and got harder and harder when Sanna talked about how she had crushed the black woman.
For the man, it was so exciting to think of his wife as a woman capable of winning every fight. In all the fights that took place, Sanna emerged victorious, proving that she was the better woman than her lovers.
Sanna was happy to be able to use those adventures to improve the couple's sex life, the arousal that arose within her gave her increasingly massive orgasms. The fact that the man had a kind of free pass to find other mistresses was special information.
A normal couple would never have admitted such a thing. Marriage was a sacred bond between only two people. What had happened during her marriage had led Sanna to review this bond. She was sure of her husband's love for her, but they both loved the competition she had built around it.
There was nothing wrong with Sanna being sure that she could overcome every stupid bitch who tried to get in the way of her marriage. She knew what her husband could do in bed, besides being a handsome man he was damn good in bed. Few women could resist his charms.
It was an ordinary day, the Friday of a fairly hot week. Sanna was in her garden soaking up the sun, while her husband was still at work but would be back soon. Under the Sun, the wife did not bother to count the time, only discovering a few hours later that something was wrong.
Her husband must have been home for at least half an hour, yet she was still alone. Sanna pulled her sunglasses over her head, her body glistening with sweat as she picked up her mobile phone to call her husband.
On the lock screen she saw the Instagram notification of her husband's profile. No call, no message, just a photo that from the screen she could not see.
Sanna unlocked the phone, immediately opening the social to see the photo her husband had sent. When she saw the photo, Sanna felt her nipples harden suddenly. Her husband's naked body was sleeping in a bed that was not hers. Next to him was the naked body of a smiling young girl holding a phone.
A few seconds, and a text message appeared under the photo. It was the girl, impossible to miss. Her husband could never have written in that state.
"I have to admit. Before, I just wanted to get to know you... But now that I've tried your husband, I want to keep it to myself."
Sanna's blood began to boil, both from anger and excitement. She felt the lack of a new challenge, but it seemed that it had finally arrived.
"He's mine, bitch. But if you think you can steal my husband from me, I dare you to try,' Sanna replied, sending a photo of herself.
Taking the Sun naked, she didn't need too much ceremony. She knew how to scare the young girl, but she hoped with all her might that the person was arrogant enough not to run away. The girl's reply seemed to confirm her hopes.
"I'm coming to destroy you, bitch."
The chat closed with that message. Sanna was eager to meet her new rival, but she knew she had time to prepare. She went to take a shower, so as not to be too sweaty for the fight that was to come, before returning to the garden and waiting for her husband and new flame. On that sunny day, Sanna wanted to prove her superiority in the backyard, so her skin would get even tanner as she humiliated another stupid whore.
About twenty minutes later, her husband and Sophie entered the house. As her husband closed the door, the girl immediately started looking for the woman. She was wearing short jeans and a small black top while walking in sandals on the floor of the house. When Sophie saw the woman in the garden, naked and proud, she smiled before undressing.
Wasting no time, Sophie walked out into the garden to confront the woman, her husband following soon after. Sanna focused her gaze on the girl's breasts, as large and strong as she had seen in the photo. She had faced such breasts before but wondered if she was capable of winning again.
"You look worried, whore," Sophie smiled arrogantly, shaking her breasts.
Sanna recovered, staring at the girl with a fierce grin.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm just looking at what I'm about to destroy,” the wife replied curtly.
The girl seemed to be annoyed by the comment. The woman insinuated that she had better breasts than her own. Sophie lowered her gaze to Sanna's huge chest, concentrating to see weak points but finding none. It was going to be a tough fight.
With her hands on her hips, Sophie approached the woman, stopping a few inches away as Sanna mirrored the move. The wife was slightly taller but not tall enough to be an advantage. The girl's breasts were smaller but gave the idea of being really firm. With a quick gesture, Sophie pushed her left breast against the woman's right tit.
"As long as one doesn't give up," smiled Sophie.
Nodding but not saying a word, Sanna slid her tits against Sophie's, marking the start of the fight.
Both women swayed their bodies from side to side, letting their big tits spread against each other's. The wife was eager to feel the girl's pair against hers, to feel how the girl's tender flesh moulded around her own. Jealousy and determination had become their obsession from that moment on, they wanted to prove themselves better than the other, better for the man they both wanted. This was their chance to prove it, flesh on flesh. The girl's breasts were slightly firmer than Sanna's and his wife's slightly larger.
Sophie was impressed by Sanna's breasts from the first time she saw a picture of them. They were huge and firm, they had defeated the rival model as she herself had done after a hard fight. She was desperate to push her breasts together with this woman's, proving that she was better. Now, with her large breasts sliding against her, she felt she really had a chance.
"Feel how your flesh retracts, bitch?" asked Sanna, changing her swaying into a rolling motion. Her nipple pressed into Sophie's tit and began to rotate.
"You're not going to win this fight, bitch," replied the girl, rotating with her, sweat already forming on their skin as their left and right breasts rotated like clockwork "How about we stop with the pleasantries?"
"Fine with me, whore," the woman replied, smiling.
"About time, you flabby cow," growled Sophie.
Almost as if it was an unspoken agreement, they both threw each other at the same time. The dull slap of their breasts crashing together echoed in the garden. Both women moaned and thrust forward again, with similar results. The wife's nipples bounced against the model's tips, and then both pairs of breasts compressed at the point of impact.
Both combatants slowly began to twist their hips, keeping their breasts in constant contact as each pair slid over the other. Sophie's pale skin against Sanna's tanned skin, the sound of flesh rubbing as both breasts swayed against the other pair, the woman's larger tits sometimes hiding the girl's firm pair from view, but both felt that neither was winning. The man watched as his wife's flesh trembled as her tits rolled over his lover's, the girl then forcing the rival pair to the side as she grunted. and trembled as her tits rolled over Sanna's, while the model’s thick pair shifted less, forcing the wife's heavy jugs up and to the side as they rolled against each other.
Sanna lunged forward, trying to push the weight of her breasts onto the rival pair but Sophie stepped back to avoid it, before forcefully thrusting her tits forward. The wife's flesh trembled on impact as Sophie attacked again, swinging her breasts from the right. Sanna's tits trembled on impact but remained crushed in the enemy pair as the woman hissed.
Shifting her shoulders, the wife sent her huge tits over the girl's pair, slamming them down hard. The model's tits were pushed in as the woman continued to thrust downwards. Sophie opened her mouth as she felt the huge weight of the rival tits, moaning noisily before standing up on her toes and sending the woman's breasts upwards.
The contact pushed the wife's breasts upwards, and Sanna grunted as she tried to slide her own breasts over the rival pair, but the more Sophie pushed, the more Sanna found herself clenching her teeth. Without waiting, the model pushed her own tits forward, pulling them into the woman's pair. Sanna moaned before responding to the thrust and regaining the space between them.
Then, together, they swung their tits to one side, before bringing them back against each other with a resounding slap. With each swing, they hit harder and harder, so hard that the women were already moaning with pain. But the two beauties only cared about hitting harder and harder, until suddenly, Sanna moved the fight to the next level, grabbing Sophie's waist, who followed suit.
Sanna slid her breasts under Sophie's, lifting them with her tits. Sophie bit her lip, showing the first signs of tension. Sanna smiled and pressed forward, thrusting her erect nipples at the base of Sophie's tits, into her rival's tender flesh.
"Are you starting to reconsider, you little slut?"
"I'm just getting started, you old whore," Sophie smiled forcibly, gritting her teeth.
Sophie grimaced as she pushed her breasts down, through the space created by Sanna and her own chest. Her tits slid downwards and were soon free from the attack. She then used her breasts to push Sanna's upwards, moaning from the effort of lifting those firmer tits.
Sanna's hands wrapped around Sophie's waist, gripping her tightly, pushing her back just enough to free her tits and press them later against Sophie's, nipple to nipple. She quickly moved her arms over Sophie's back and began to squeeze. Sophie gasped in discomfort before following suit.
The man watched in amazement as the two pairs of tits swelled between the two wrestlers. As they hugged each other tighter, their flesh pushed upwards and outwards.
"I'm about to pop them, bitch," Sophie hissed, panting.
"Try it, cocksucker," Sanna replied, flicking her hair out of her face, "I'll crush your tits first."
Despite their threats, the two seemed to be stuck in a stalemate. In their test of endurance, neither could see any pair gaining any advantage.
Sophie groaned as her chest began to throb intensely. She leaned her head on Sanna's shoulder and used her chin as another leverage point, increasing the pressure on her rival breasts. It seemed to give her some kind of advantage, and Sanna suddenly began to moan as she felt the pressure build on her right breast.
"Oooh, you little whore" moaned the wife "Fucking little slut".
Sanna began to push the girl towards the side of the house. Sophie tried to push back, pointing her feet to stop the assault, but only succeeded in creating a couple of furrows in Sanna's lawn. Soon, the two women pushed onto the flower bed beside the house and then with a dull clatter, Sophie was pinned against the wall as Sanna used her breasts to lift Sophie's once more, this time lifting them high enough to touch her chin.
"Fuck!" Sophie moaned, "you bitch!"
"Is that all you got, baby?" laughed Sanna as she grabbed Sophie's hands and slammed them against the wall.
She kept Sophie's hands pinned as she began to press upwards, forcing Sophie onto her toes "That'll keep you under control for a while, you little cxnt..."
Sophie used her feet to push herself off the wall of the house. Lunging forward, she pushed Sanna backwards too fast for her feet to keep up with her. Together, they fell to the ground.
Sophie remained on top, recovering first from her fall. Taking her chance, she wrapped her hands around Sanna's wrists, lifted her body and let herself fall onto the woman's body.
"Nooooooo!" screamed Sanna in pain.
"They hurt your tits, uh whore?" Said Sophie with a wheezing laugh.
She lifted herself up again and let herself fall back down, pushing her big, hard nipples into the flesh of Sanna's tits. With each blow, Sanna's breasts were pounded by the rival pair, even as Sophie's tits took damage from slamming into the wife's hard pair. With each blow, the girl lay there longer and longer.
Sanna felt as if her breasts had been stung countless times, she could feel them swell under Sophie's attacks, hitting like a hammer. She could not have held on much longer.
She waited for another blow, then thrust her arms outwards, causing Sophie to roll to the right. The girl screamed in surprise as Sanna rolled them, crushing the side of Sophie's tit between them and the ground.
Now, trapping Sophie in an embrace, she squeezed as hard as she could. The breast they had crushed as they rolled on the ground was out of her reach, but the other had been pulled slightly to the centre of Sophie's chest, so that it was in the middle of both her boobs, ready to crush it.
"Did you think you had me, you little bitch? Did you really think you could win, huh?" hissed Sanna as she crushed Sophie under her tits.
"You fucking cow..." hissed the model.
"You filthy bitch..." hissed Sanna back.
"I'm the better woman, bitch," growled Sophie.
“No way, whore. I am,” growled the wife in reply, just before slamming her tits into Sophie's.
When Sanna rose to attack, Sophie grabbed her waist and pulled her down. The sweat on her chest and stomach made it easy, and Sanna slipped, using the ground to support herself. When she did, Sophie wrapped her arms around Sanna and began to pull herself up. As she did so, the woman dropped to her knees, followed by her rival.
Now, with their arms wrapped around each other, on their knees, the two women began to slam their tits into each other violently.
As the exchange continued, the wife became concerned for her marriage. The girl was strong, very strong, her breasts were holding their own despite the damage. The woman glanced at her tits as they slammed against those of the little bitch and saw that they had turned an alarming shade of red from their beautiful milky white.
Sophie also feared for the health of her breasts. When they had rolled to the floor and her tits had been smashed against the ground, the idea of defeat began to torment her. Only her desire for the man kept her going. But now, with each fleshy slap, her breasts became more and more swollen and sore, probably making them softer in the near future. Perhaps the woman was too much for her.
"Are you done, bitch?" spat Sanna as she lifted Sophie's tits once more, secretly hoping the answer was yes.
"I'm not giving up, slut," moaned Sophie, "I'm the better woman."
"You think your soft tits can beat mine?" moaned the wife "You're just a stupid cxnt"
"Fuck you!" cried Sophie.
The model began to push herself upwards, taking Sanna with her. The woman saw a new fire in her rival's eyes, worrying that the fight could go on much longer.
The wife let out another groan as Sophie squeezed tighter. The woman's threat rekindled her anger, and the girl found new energy, wrapping her arms around Sanna's back. As Sophie squeezed the woman's body tighter, the wife returned the favour. They both let out a groan as they squeezed each other. Their breasts were squeezed together, leaking out to the sides again and again. Their tits became redder as the pressure intensified. They seemed ready to burst every time they squeezed together. Their nipples dug into each other's flesh like knives, sweat ran down their backs, sliding between their buttocks. Their legs and asses hardened every time their bodies slammed together. Their tits resonated with fleshy, seductive slaps as their bellies became like suckers.
They stopped nose to nose as they looked at their breasts trying to align their nipples. When the tips brushed against each other, they squeezed again, moaning as their nipples flicked and stabbed their flesh. They both sighed heavily, now that fatigue was beginning to set in. Their arms trembled as they tried to clutch each other's bodies, it becoming difficult to keep their grip with the sweat on their bodies, which made their bodies glisten as they felt immense heat at belly height. Their bodies collided over and over again, muscle against muscle. But a few seconds later, their attacks slowed down. They pushed each other almost motionless, resting their heads on each other's shoulder, panting heavily and catching their breath. Their sweaty breasts locked as they kept their arms wrapped around the other woman's back.
After minutes of war, the two women began staggering around the courtyard, slapping their breasts together again, slamming their rival against the house, the trees and knocking over the deckchair, making the other woman scream in pain. This went on for almost three minutes until they crashed into the house again, Sophie's back against the wall.
"Give it up, you stubborn bitch!" yelled Sanna.
"Fuck... you...." Sophie hissed.
Both women had managed to press their tits up to their chins, almost obscuring their mouths as their fight touched its final bars. Sanna pulled back and slammed Sophie against the building again. Then Sophie reversed the situation, retaliating in the same way. With each blow, the two women became weaker and weaker.
"Surrender... bitch..." moaned Sophie.
"You first... bitch..." hissed the wife in return.
Sanna pulled away from Sophie's breasts, letting her tits fall to their full length, before slamming them forward one more time, pushing her hard nipples and swollen breasts to the base of the younger tits.
Sophie screamed and let go of Sanna. She fell to her knees, holding her tits in her arms.
"I give! I give! Enough, enough!" Shouted the girl at last
"Yes, fuck yes!" cried Sanna, falling onto her own knees, holding her breasts.
Sophie had tears in her eyes as she examined her bruised and swollen tits. The pain she felt was too much to force her to give in. She still couldn't believe she had lost, the woman had beaten her.
Sanna on the other hand smiled, unable to stop. The idea of losing that fight, that she had come to the final stop in her marriage, had really been drawn in her head. The girl's words of surrender had thrown her entire body into the most beautiful of dreams. She had won again, had destroyed the rival couple in front of her man.
The wife approached slowly, kneeling in front of her husband and unzipping his trousers. His erection jumped out suddenly, and Sanna wrapped her battered breasts around his manhood. Taking the tip in her mouth, the woman closed her eyes as she resisted the pain and fucked her man's cock. The wife didn't need to watch the girl gather her things and walk out the door. The last thing Sophie heard was the humiliating moan of the man she wanted, his cock around the wife's tits having destroyed hers.
