[marcuslondon]

I'd been seeing Annie for a little over 3 months.  We'd met at a party on a riverboat and I'd been mezmerised.  5'5", she wasn't an absolute looker, but had clear, blue eyes, a sultry smile and shoulder-length brunette hair.  But what had really captured my attention was the girl's chest.  Woah!  I'd spied her across the saloon of the smallish cruiser, she'd been chatting with a friend of mine with her beer tilted to her lips, and her hand on her curvy left hip, head thrown back a bit in mid-laugh.  She was wearing a halter cocktail dress and I swear it was love lust at first sight.  I'd always had a thing for curvaceous ladies and as I made my way over to join my friend I was weighing her up.  At least a 34G, my mind was thinking.  And then I was there, and my pretext to join the conversation had fallen right from my mind.  I needn't have worried.  Sam stepped up to the plate for me: "Hi Marcus, great to see you!  Meet Annie.  I was telling her I hoped you'd come - I think she's just your type!" and with a wink she was gone to the bar.

Sam was a minx of the first order.  I'd fancied her from day one.  Pretty, slim, blonde, smart and unattainable.  She knew she could push my buttons and had over the years many times, but said she preferred to remain friends.  She seemed to delight in teasing me, and had tried matchmaking for me more than once with no success - but on this instance I had to admit she struck gold.

Annie was just finishing her beer as we started chatting somewhat sheepishly after the obvious blunt introduction, and I was glad it gave me the opportunity to steer her to the bar and get her a drink.  And that was that.  We never left one another's side all night on the boat, and I didn't put up any resistance as she suggested we get a cab back to hers when the cruise ended.  And the the rest of the night was as pleasurable as I could possibly have imagined.  She wasn't just my perfect woman physically, she knew exactly what to do with it.  Heaven.

The next 3 months flew by.  I was busy with work but we found plenty of time together.  Annie always seemed to have the perfect ideas for things to do on the spur of the moment and her job wasn't taxing so she took the lead in the relationship organisation.  For my part I was happy to be lead.  It was a new experience for me to have such a confident woman in my life and I loved it.  She was a challenge, yes, but in the nicest way.  And it was on one such spontaneous afternoon exploring the beach that I took the picture below.  Annie had worn a top she knew would blow my mind, and was teasing me mercilessly that I was going to have to wait to get her home before I was allowed to slide it off her curves.


And wait was what I had to do....  But the ultimate sliding was all the more delicious for it....

And so against this backdrop of a now established relationship with the woman seemingly of my dreams, that we found ourselves at another party one Saturday night in early June.  This was a birthday for a friend of mine in a busy bar in central London.  He was a successful ad agency account manager, and the place was buzzing with his friends, general bar-goers and more than a smattering of friends of his girlfriend.  John and I were now the same age, 37, though in our eyes youthful with it.  I'd not thought twice at the age difference between me and Annie - she was 29 - and I guessed she was comfortable with it too.  He and I were good friends and confided a lot in one another, and he was always quick to point out positives and negatives in situations, and he'd early on in my time with Annie commented on the age difference.  A cause which he had pursued with vigour, telling me I risked her finding a younger bloke - until he'd met Jo.  Jo was 24, and worked at John's agency.  And he'd fallen for her big-time.  They's started a romance, and now suddenly my 8 year age difference to Annie was dismissed as irrelevant - he and Jo would make it work with 13 years!  "Fine, as long as he's off my back..." I'd thought.

The party was going well with everyone in fine spirits, and the cocktails were flowing.  Largely at the expense of John and me, it had to be said.  Jo and her friends were having a ball, and Annie was delighting in whispering in my ear, telling me exactly what she was going to do to me when she got me home.  And then it happened.

Annie had excused herself and nipped to the ladies' room, and she and I were thinking about making a move.  I was chatting to John at the bar, and was bumped from behind by someone.  Turning to expect to see a drink being spilled I was in time to half-catch one of Jo's friends.  She quickly gathered herself and apologised, saying she'd been bumped in turn by a drunken dance, but the damage was done.  Annie's spell was broken.  Trouble came along and she was magnificent.  5'5" of glorious, girl-next-door blonde, her hair cut in a cute bob, with a wide smile and a pair of boobs that barely fitted into the red dress she had virtually painted onto herself.  I was stunned and had barely managed to say something like "Don't worry" when I heard myself start to dig my own grave: "Can I get you a drink?".
"I see you met Carrie" said Jo, materialising at my side, giving John a sly sideways look.  Yes, met Carrie I most definitely had.



From there things moved swiftly.  Carrie made it perfectly plain she was interested in me, sliding into the tightly-packed bar beside me as I ordered the drinks, and making sure her tits rested against my arm as she stood slightly on tiptoe to talk to me.  "Jo says you like big boobs! What do you think of these, babe? 32GG!" She smiled, innocently at me, butter wouldn't melt.  "I... I er..." I stammered, not used to such direct approaches.  "You know for an older guy, you're hot. Shame your girlfriend's here... Bet you'd love to get your hands on these."  And at that point I could only agree.  Magnificent though Annie was, Carrie looked better - in one department at least.  God I could be shallow.

I wasn't sure how long we'd been like that waiting for the round but I became aware of a presence behind and to the side of me.  Annie.  She'd come back from the toilet.  And she hadn't liked what she'd seen.  How long had she been there?  And then I realised Carrie's hand was on my arm, and with her so closely pressed against me, how this must look.  As I turned, Annie grabbed a drink off the bar and threw it at me.  Bad enough, but it also caught Carrie square in the face.

"You bastard!" she shouted, "I'd only been gone 3 minutes!".  The look on her face was dark as thunder, her eyes flashing evil.  She was drunk.  Hell, I was too.  Everyone in the room was.  Carrie most certainly was.
"What the fuck?" she shouted, fighting to get out from behind me, wiping margarita from her eyes and face.  "You stupid bitch, we were just talking! Fucking ruined my dress!"
"Slutty rag anyway!" shot back Annie, moving in closer.  At that moment I realised I loved her.  She was everything I wanted.  She was even prepared to fight for me.  And she lunged for Carrie, grabbing for her hair, past my shoulder.
Carrie by now was forcing her way past me and made a grab for Annie too, and the next moment the pair of them were at it hammer and tongs with me and John desperately trying to separate them.

This proved easier said than done.  Each had a good hold of the others hair with one hand, and was attempting to punch and scratch with the other.  Annie was heavier and was already starting to get on top.  Her right hand had made the initial grab and I saw several punches swung in from her left fist.  Carrie was trying to hold Annie with her own right hand and fend off the flailing fist with her arm, whilst her nails on her left hand were raking Annie's face.  Getting nowhere with the punches, partly as John and I were wrestling with her, Annie switched to pulling Carrie's dress and then made to scratch her face but missed and caught her near the ear.  By now we'd got Annie more or less off Carrie, and John had her in a part arm lock.  Carrie saw her opportunity and lunged at Annie again, twisting out of my grip, and shot a half closed fist into her face.  And they were off again.  It took us 10 more seconds to drag them away from one another, just as the club's staff got on the scene.  It looked ugly.  Carrie's dress was torn off one shoulder and she had deep scratches from her ear, down her neck and to her collarbone.  Her hair was sticky and slick with lime-juice and her left boob was pretty much hanging out, her nipple and areola clearly on display.  But she was smiling: "Go on, bitch.  On your way, old woman!" as I held her back.  Annie was no better off.  Her nose was bloody, and she had a scratch just below her left eye.  Her dress, the same halter that had so enticed me 3 months before, was gaping wide open.  Her enormous chest mostly exposed, heaving as she sucked air into her lungs from the frantic fight.  Adreneline pumping, as she and I were ushered away: "I better not see you again, you slut!"

John was with us as the bouncers lead us to the door.  Trying to explain.  But it didn't matter, we were leaving anyway.  Annie, by now in tears as she calmed down.  I apologised to him as we got outside and he said he'd find Carrie and make sure she was ok, and not to worry, it wasn't our fault.

I got Annie calmed down, and tidied up.  She wanted another drink and we found a quiet bar where she fixed herself up and we started to talk.  We were still talking as we got a cab, and that was good.  She was by shifts furious with me, and then with Carrie.  I told her nothing had happened, we'd just been talking, but I knew that wasn't true.  And so did she.  By the time we got back to my place, she was still buzzing angry, but horny as hell.  Fighting sexy.  I told her I found her battling for my honour the most arousing thing that had ever happened to me - and meant it.  And we made love, passionately.  Violently, almost.  And lovingly.  And that should have been the end of it....

[marcuslondon]

...  But almost inevitably it wasn't.  I'm not sure if I was pleased, or upset.  Either way, the events of the next few days were some of the most sexually charged of my life.

Things had settled down with Annie by Monday morning:  enough so that I went to work without expecting to be dumped.  She seemed to accept that I had been a pawn in Carrie's game, and Carrie the predator.  Which was true.  She also seemed to think that I'd forgotten Carrie, and wasn't interested in the younger woman in any event.  This wasn't the case.  Carrie had been on my mind constantly, but I had done a good job of hiding it.

So at 11.16am on Monday when I got an email to my work account from Carrie I was both delighted and scared.  Delighted that she'd made the effort to track me down.  Scared at what might follow.  A quick call to John confirmed that Jo had been meddling, and had given Carrie my address.  I didn't even realise Jo had it, but John said she'd been snooping on his Blackberry.  He apologised but the situation was now out of his control.

Carrie's mail was blunt.  She said she wanted me.  A date.  Jo had told her about me before the party, and when she'd seen me she thought I was hot.  She was impressed with my job at the investment bank, and clearly had more than an air of gold-digger about her.  Hell, at this point I was too horny to care.  She said she was sorry for causing a scene at the bar, but then went on to say she was glad she had kicked Annie's arse.  Clearly she though herself superior:  younger, fitter and sexier.  I wanted to add "more arrogant" to the list.  And she went on to describe just what she'd like to do for me.

As a final shot, she threw in 2 photos:  the first the one taken at Saturday night's party, before the trouble, in THAT red dress, and a second taken that morning just for me:

with the caption: "What could these puppies do for you babe?  Come on they're better than that bitch Annie's pair and you want them!"

So then I did the most stupid thing.  I replied.  I told her I was flattered, and that she was gorgeous.  And then half-heartedly said: "But you have to remember I do have a girlfriend.", before signing off with a "x".  I don't know why as it was a pathetic attempt at massaging my own guilt.  I knew what I wanted and it's troublesome little name was Carrie.  Carrie of the aggressive attitude, the cute butter-wouldn't-melt looks and the boobs to die for.

Thankfully I didn't hear back from Carrie the rest of the day, and was almost managing to concentrate on work when just before 5 I got a mail from Jo.  She was apologising for giving Carrie my address.  She said it was stupid.  Could she buy me a drink to apologise?  John was working a bit late, but he'd join us around 7pm, if I could meet her at 6 in Soho.  I agreed as by then I was in no mood to work.  And anyway, I rather liked Jo - she was fun, and bubbly.  Curvy (though not as well endowed as either Carrie or Annie) and had a slutty look to her.  But she was also John's girlfriend and therefore out of bounds for anything more than a drink.

So feeling better with myself, I joined Jo at a big, relatively anonymous pub in Soho at the appointed hour.  She was already there at the bar, large glass of white wine in front of her.  I bought a beer and we retreated to a table to chat and await John.  It was only at this point I realised I'd been set up, when out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of heavenly-jugs herself, Carrie, entering the bar....

Of course I should have got up and left.  But I didn't.  I convinced myself polite conversation was possible and I'd make a dignified retreat after my beer.  But I didn't.  7pm can and went, and no sign of John.  I could have called him to find out when or if he was coming.  But I didn't.  Instead, I sat chatting and flirting with Jo and Carrie, and drinking beer until we were all very merry.  VERY merry.  I was at least 6 pints down, and the girls 3 bottles of wine between them.  And talk had roamed round and round, and finally landed on my relationship with Annie.  I'd tried to say it was great, better than great, fabulous.  But the mere fact that I was still in the pub suggested it wasn't as good as it should have been.  They wrangled, and teased.  Carrie snuggled up to me and gave me sexy stares whenever Jo wasn't looking.  They stole my phone and exhumed a picture of Annie that she'd sent to me the previous week:


"She's pretty foxy and they're great tits - for her age." admitted Carrie on seeing it.  "Maybe only a size smaller than me....  Maybe a little bit saggier.  But I know what turns you on as much as fabulous tits!"
"Oh, yes?" I asked, gently slurring.  Falling right into her honey-pot trap.
"Oh yes!" she exclaimed.  "Same as most men.  Women fighting.  Better yet, over you.  Admit it!"

She'd got me.  Jo joined in with her friend.  And I was too pissed to care.  I knew she was right.  Saturday had confirmed something I'd believed I knew for years.  Hot women, fighting, competing, pitting themselves against one another was the holy grail of eroticism for me.  The two of them double-teamed me.  And we got further into the discussion over yet more drinks before finally it was midnight and the bar was closing.  Both by then had recounted several stories of fights, won and lost.  Fun and serious.  And I was in a state of major arousal.  Jo by could barely walk, and Carrie and I were hardly better.  Jo lived miles out, in Essex, and had missed her train so we put her in a cab back to John's in Maida Vale.  Which left me.  And Carrie.  I stared stupidly at her  and then inevitably capitulated without a word.  Hailed a cab, pulled her in and directed the cabbie to my Battersea townhouse.

We kissed passionately the whole journey and the cabbie could barely keep his eyes on the road.  Carrie's boobs just wouldn't stay in her top under my attentions and by the time we got home we were both ready to explode.  I virtually threw twenty at the driver and we made it into my living room where we made love right on the hearth rug.  And being honest, it was the best sex ever.  And yes, her boobs were bigger than Annie's, and more pert.  And she knew more about sex than her 24 years suggested she ought.  I was in heaven and barely realised it was 7am when my alarm disturbed our 4th bout of lovemaking, by now not frenzied, but exploratory and giving.

TBC

[marcuslondon]

Sadly our night had to end.  Carrie had to get home, handily only a mile or so away, and get ready for work.  She worked in sports managment and promotions.  She'd said it was badly paid but fun, and involved meeting a lot of influential people in the sports and marketing worlds.  She hoped to become an agent herself one day.  Certainly her attitude would lend itself to the cutthroat arena, that much I knew already!

As she headed for the door, we shared a final lingering kiss.  She nipped me playfully with her teeth on my lower lip.  "Remember", she said as she stepped across the frame, "what you said about Annie."  I did, and it was already troubling me.  I'd promised as we'd fallen onto the rug last night that I would tell Annie and finish things with her.  Carrie wasn't going to be anyone's bit on the side.  And as she started down the steps: "Today.  Or I'll do it for you...." And with that she was gone.

It was by now 7.30am and I knew I had an important meeting to prepare for at midday.  My head was dully throbbing, a mix of last night's excesses and a feeling of impending doom over a discussion with Annie combined.  I put the thoughts aside for a few moments and showered, getting out of the house in record time.  I was at my desk in the City by 8.30 and worked diligently for an hour before I knew I had to make the call.

"Hey, hun!" said a bright Annie as she answered.  Catching her breath from a dash across her flat.  Annie was a physiotherapist and often worked from home, or clients' houses.  "What's news?  Surprised not to get a call last night - tough day at work?  You know I have ways to make all that stress dissolve....".
"Yes, it was a long one." I lied.  "I'm sorry, babe.  But there's something else."  I decided to bite the bullet:  "I don't think I can see you any more."  Silence.

"The bitch!"  It exploded down the phone.  "She got to you, didn't she?"  And that was it, I couldn't deny it.  Not to Annie.  She was too good at reading me and in 30 seconds had enough of the story to know how it ended.  "The manipulative bitch!" she breathed again.  "And you.  You're a fuckin' pathetic piece of crap.  How could you?"  And then she was gone.  I stood staring at the phone, stunned.  But it was dead.  I felt drained, but also relieved. It could have been so much worse.  But then I felt the loss.  Unbelievable loss.  I left my office and walked to the Starbucks at the corner and sat with my thoughts and a latte for half an hour, before dragging myself back to the office, writing a quick mail to my boss and telling my secretary to cancel the meeting.  And going home.

Around 2pm, and a pint at my local later, I felt better.  I'd spoken to John and told him the train of events.  He'd confided he knew what the girls were up to.  In truth since Saturday.  Carrie was a maneater, and always got her target.  She told him she'd get me and he never doubted it.  So I returned home slightly lighter of mood, and called Carrie as I went.  She was full of energy, and sounded delighted I'd done as she'd demanded.  She said she had one client to see in Clapham, but would stop by afterwards and we could go for a drink.  And true to her word she was ringing my bell at 4pm, wearing what can only be described as a devastating outfit.  Boots and tartan mini-skirt, with a t-shirt and tartan jacket that looked like its sole role was to demonstrate how hard it was to fit tits like that into a jacket at all.

We kissed at the door as she pushed her chest into me: "Come on lover.  I hope those batteries are recharged!"  And it was true they were at that moment!  She may have been a good 6 inches shorter than me but she fairly shoved me into the hall.  There was no doubt she worked out hard.  I'd seen the results of her strength training the previous night.  She may have been slender, but she was strong.

I was kicking off my shoes, and Carrie was removing her jacket when we both heard the key in the lock and I froze.  I'd forgotten Annie still had a key!  The door fairly imploded as she threw herself into it and on into the hall and then lounge.

"You cxnt!"  she screamed as she marched towards Carrie.  "And you, you bastard?  Stay out of this!" to me.  I'd not yet got a grip of my senses but couldn't believe what was happening.  Carrie had by now removed her jacket and stood stock-still and in shock, facing Annie who was now herself stationary about 3 feet from her adversary, breathing heavily and staring intently at her.  I took the scene in.  Annie looked amazing.  She was in a small pair of shorts that accenuated her rounded hips, a bra top that didn't hide her gorgeous boobs, and training shoes.  She looked like she'd come straight from the gym.  Carrie matched her stare and arrogantly put her hands on her hips like a superheroine.  In challenge.  Her own massive chest thrust out and legs apart.  She licked her lips.

"Were you sitting outside in your car, bitch?" said Carrie, her composure now fully regained.  "Didn't he tell you it was over?  He's mine."
"Oh yes, he told me" spat Annie.  "But I don't like to be dictated to by an ugly man-stealing whore.  He doesn't know whether he's coming or going.  He can't see past your fat tits, love.  So I'm taking him back, right now!" and with the last words closed the gap to Carrie with her fists balled.  I didn't know whether to jump in and stop them or revel in what was about to happen.  I opted for the latter, for now....

[fantasyman]

WOW!!!! That is all I can say! I love this story and I can't wait for more! Great job so far Marcuslondon! I have no doubt the rest will be awesome as well.

[marcuslondon]

The next few seconds were a blur.  My mind was struggling to take in what was happening.  Only moments before I had been about to indulge myself with curvaceous blonde Carrie, who'd stripped off her jacket leaving her in her sexy tartan mini, white shirt and FMBs:

and once again my world was being turned upside down....  My girlfriend of 3 months had arrived, fresh from a workout, and looking for trouble (photo taken a few weeks back):


The two women seemed an even match.  Both 5'5" or so (but with Carrie slightly more imposing standing at least 2 inches taller in her boots than Annie in her trainers), Annie brunette and late twenties; Carrie blonde and 24.  Both slim to curvy, perhaps 125lbs, maybe with Annie a pound or 3 heavier.  Both worked out, but Annie was also a physio so spent much of each day physically active whereas Carrie was more office based.  Weighing it up in my mind though, I wanted to give the advantage to the incredible Carrie.  She had stormed into my life 2 days before and set about taking me.  At that moment I thought I wanted her to.  Without a doubt.  All this went through my mind in the half second it took for Annie to fling herself at Carrie....

It could all have been over in that first moment.  Annie's bunched fist was launched straight for Carrie's jaw.  All her weight behind it, and considerable passion and perceived injustice in a single blow.  But it wasn't to be as Carrie stepped back half a pace and easily dodged, catching Annie with her elbow to the neck as she sailed by, stumbling.  But Annie wasn't slow.  Carrie had no chance to pursue any advantage as Annie wheeled, her training shoes gripping well on my polished oak floor.  Still low from the stumble, Annie hit Carrie in the midriff with a solid shoulder, driving upwards even as Carrie grabbed for her hair and tried to force her to the floor.  The tackle was textbook rugby forward work.  I was treated to Carrie's impressive tits almost exploding out the plunging neckline of her shirt as she was driven up and back, off her feet.  They both went backwards 3 yards, reeling, with Annie still locked to Carrie's waist with her claws digging into the flesh, and Carrie fighting, trying to keep her footing in her boots.  They hit the wall hard, with a whoosh of air from Carrie's lungs and then they were on the floor.

[joe_brown]

Great story - keep it going! 

[ForeShadow]

I,too, would LOVE to see this finished... amazing stuff!  The pictures are great as well... especially Annie.