This story contains F/F and M/M content.
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I had just returned from work, teaching a group of vaguely interested kids how to do the 100 meter dash. I was in the process of making myself comfortable on the couch, when my fiance Fiona stepped through the front door. She had an expression like one month of bad weather.
Already guessing what's up, I asked "Work again, Fio?"
"Damn straight," she said and slammed her sandals into a corner. "That bitch pissed me off again. Giving unsolicited advice when I'm with a customer, talking shit to the other instructors behind my back, that kinda stuff."
"So she's undermining your position at the center?"
"She's trying her damnedest."
"You talked to the boss yet?" Fiona looked to the floor.
"Nah... I don't think... I don't want to."
She and Beatrice had history. Members of the same cheerleader squad, the same social circles at high school, they had locked horns over who was the alpha girl more than once. After Fiona made her BA in fitness and health management, she landed a bang-up job at Del Oro Beach's #1 fitness center. Three months ago her old schoolmate had joined the crew. Now apparently Beatrice intended to become the alpha woman instead.
"You know what? This needs to be settled, but I have a better plan."
With a mischievous grin she disappeared into her office. After a while I peeked through her door. Fiona sat cross-legged on her beanbag, furiously typing on her laptop. From the pauses and eyes scanning the screen I could see she was chatting.
I was sitting on our bed, preparing for a round of shuteye and waiting for Fiona, when she came in downright beaming.
Excitedly she said "I hope your schedule's free this Sunday evening - well, I know it is - because you're drafted into the Anti-Beatrice Liberation Army."
"...come again?"
"I've chatted with that little bitch. Had a feeling that bore out. Turns out she's into erotic fighting too. Broken clocks, I guess."
Fio’s passion had begun with locker room disagreements in her school days. Over the years it developed to wet T-shirt contests, nude wrestling and sexfights.
"Anyway, we've arranged a bout to once and for all settle this."
Noticing my boner, she continued.
"But wait, it gets better. Not any two-bit tussle, you will join me in battle to smash her."
Sure, I had done wrestling in high school, but teaming up with my fiance for one of her sexual contests was a big ask. I enjoyed watching her duke it out, but participating in the hobby had never occurred to me.
"Hear me out, she's together with Dylan Connelly."
"What, that asshole?"
Dylan had been a macho blowhard in high school until the day I've took him down a notch or two in a wrestling match.
"I knew this would have your attention! We will fight as couples. I will show this bitch I'm not only the better woman, I'm the better girlfriend!"
"We're gonna do four rounds, boy versus boy, girl versus girl, in turns. In case of a tie there will be an extra round. And believe me, if it comes to that, it’ll be something special."
Fiona grinned, and so did I.
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On Sunday evening Fio and I went to Del Oro Sports Spot. She unlocked the doors with her employee key. Beatrice and Dylan were already there. Beatrice was still a looker, fair-haired and with a steeled body. But she couldn't compare to my auburn-haired GF and her chiseled physique, slightly shorter yet with the bigger C-cup rack of the two. Her guy sported an ugly peroxide blonde cut. I found myself suddenly proud of my bog-standard black hair.
"We were already wondering whether you'd find the way here," Beatrice greeted us.
"And I was wondering if you'd show up at all," Fiona countered, "knowing full well I kicked your sorry ass in the past. Especially now that you stand to lose the roof over your head this time."
I shot Fiona a questioning look as Beatrice spoke again. "At the end of this fight I will stand over your black and blue body and you will put in your two weeks."
"I will squash you like a bug," Fiona said.
I turned to her and whispered, "That's really the prize you two brokered? Loser tenders her resignation? Fio, we could lose our house."
"All the more motivation to give it your best shot, right? And you probably wouldn't have agreed to that condition, but it's the only way to finish her for good."
Beatrice saw us arguing and in a mocking tone said, "Hello, Cole. Long time no see."
"Hi, Beatrice."
I looked over to Dylan.
"I see you have someone steady now. Wouldn't have expected that from the way things were in high school."
Going to the same school I had briefly dated her, but we broke up because she had the habit of sleeping around. Not that I have something against multiple sex partners. It only becomes a problem if the other side doesn't tell you about it. Dylan’s hue shifted ever so slightly towards the red and Beatrice's eye daggers pierced me before I could so much as put a finger on her guy.
"With the courtesies out of the way, let's get to the good part," Fiona said and in one deft move took off her work T-shirt. Her boobs filled out her black sports bra.
"First smart thing outta your mouth."
Beatrice removed her T-shirt too. The two gazed intently at each other for a moment, like predators ready for the jump and kill. Everybody could see nature had blessed Fiona more, her tits clearly the more ample of the two C-cups. To emphasize the point she cupped her girls and held them proudly in Beatrice's direction.
"You may have insisted on wearing our work sports bras, but that did nothing to hide my advantage. Read 'em and weep."
"We'll see about that." Beatrice spread out her arms. "Come here bitch!"
Fiona didn’t need a second prompt. Both wildcats moved slowly towards the center of the two mats Beatrice and Dylan had put down before our arrival. Before they met each other they stopped their leisurely walk and jumped into a sprint. Their breasts collided with a muted, yet powerful oomph. Both girls exhaled a gust of air. In one lightning-fast motion Fiona clasped her muscled arms around her opponent. Beatrice groaned again, but quickly returned the favor. The bearhug titfight was on.
The two women brought their entire upper bodies to bear on the other. Clinging to each other they tried to squeeze more strongly than their opponent to press the air out of her lungs. Fiona's firm orbs pressed against the lower half of Beatrice's boobs and her breastbone as a result of her shorter stature. Glistening beads of sweat appeared on Beatrice's forehead, running down her face that became increasingly twisted with pain. Noticing her ragged breathing, Fiona tightened her hug. Beatrice's grip weakened and she let out another groan.
"Moan... for me... bitch," breathed Fiona. Final lap.
"Yeah Fio, you got her! Keep it up, wear her down!"
On the other side of the ring Dylan shouted "Bea, hang in there! Do the thing! Time's up!"
Beatrice resumed her grip. In fact, she doubled down and lifted Fiona up in the air, inch by inch. Fiona didn't stop her struggle, still pressing down on her opponent. But when her tits reached the same height as those of Beatrice, pancaking each other, Fiona let out a high-pitched yelp, as if she suffered a sharp pain. Beatrice cracked a malicious grin and squeezed the hell out of my girl's rack.
"Aargh," groaned Fiona as her hands searched new purchase on Beatrice's sweat-slick back.
"Fuck yeah, Bea! Maul her boobs!"
Fiona dug into Beatrice's back again. However I could see her bearhug didn't have the same power as before. Beatrice, on the other hand, looked as if she packed more and more strength into her tight embrace, emboldened by her opponent's gasps and groans, her reddening face. Fiona dug her nails deep into Beatrice's back, leaving bloody grooves, but it was all too late. Her knees began to wobble and Beatrice used the opening to pull back and - SLAM! - her chest into Fiona's.
Fiona collapsed to her knees in front of Beatrice and gasped for air. Beatrice took a few seconds to collect herself, wiped sweat beads from her brow, then stuck out her chest and affected a booming voice.
"I've beaten you! My breasts are the better ones, just like I'm the better woman. Now pay your prize, bitch!"
"Wait, we've still got a ways to go!" I interrupted.
"Not the big one, dummy, just the after match victory treat."
Beatrice unclasped her sports bra, letting the sweat-soaked thing fall on Fiona's face who looked up. Angrily she swiped the bra out of her face before her eyes went wide.
"You fucking whore, what are those?!"
Two silver lights gleamed from Beatrice's nipples. On a closer look I realized they were metal piercings shaped like protruding pitchforks.
"And I was thinking you stabbed me with your hard nipples. That's fucking cheating!"
"Bullshit, I crushed your swollen cow udders fair and square. Remember, I outlasted all your pathetic attacks before I brought us on an even level. You squandered your energy and all I had to do was let my stronger breasts bulldoze yours."
She cupped her tits.
"And as you can see, my nipples really are hard. These little babies are just accessories. Sooner or later I'd've overpowered you anyway. It's all perfectly legit."
"That's why you wanted us to wear our work bras. So we couldn't see your fucking tit brass knuckles! You shifty-ass skank-"
With one quick move Beatrice grabbed Fiona's head, squatted down and pressed it into between her breasts. She uttered only one word.
"Lick."
After a few seconds where Fiona presumably complied for all I could see, Beatrice placed her hands to both sides of Fiona's head and said "Weak."
She held Fiona firmly in place and motorboated her, breasts slapping against Fiona's cheeks. Finished, Beatrice threw her backwards, knocking Fiona on her ass. She got up and gestured for Dylan to follow her.
"You've got 15 minutes rest before the next round. Use it."
We retreated to the customer locker room. Bea and Dylan had hogged the employees locker. I put my arms around Fio.
"How you doing, girl?"
"Eh, it's fine. The only thing that's really bruised is my ego."
Her face was crossed by pale red lines Bea’s nipple piercings had inflicted during the motorboating. It didn’t seem to faze her, fortunately. I poured some lotion on her boobs and face anyway.
"She made a big fucking mistake playing her cards this early. She had to cheat me out of my win because she damn well knows she can't beat me in a fair fight. That I have the better body. All I have to do is work her insecurity till she breaks. I'm gonna adapt my tactics to her playstyle and get a bit... creative."
Massaging her beaten breasts and scraped face I ventured, "Sounds like you have a plan."
Brightness returned to her face as she told me.
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After 15 minutes had elapsed, we met again in our makeshift arena. With a shit-eating grin Bea asked,
"So, you two didn't slink away after all. Sadomasochistic streak or just plain stupidity?"
Fio shot forth and planted herself firmly before Bea.
"The burning desire to crush rancid pussy."
The two wildcats just stood there a moment, trying to intimidate each other through sheer pose and intensity. Eventually Bea uttered a disdainful "Pfft" and went back to Dylan.
"Ok, as discussed our two boys will have a swordfight."
Dylan wore a black tightie with a fucking tiger on the crotch. But I had to admit it flattered his impressive bulge. To further stress the point Bea grabbed his package.
"By which I mean Dylan’s meat club will clobber Cole’s garden hose into ground meat."
Her hands pulled his brief down. I sized up Dylan’s junk. He was well endowed, but I still outgunned him.
Fio let out a laugh.
"Pfft hahaha! Oh my god, you two are so trashy!”
She wiped a tear from her right eye.
"I guess you have to settle for a fake-ass tiger if you can't score a stallion."
With one quick move she pulled down my white boxers. My 8 1/2 inches dong flopped down. Bea and Dylan were stunned for a second.
"And that ladies and gentleman - and you two pukes - is a cock."
Bea didn't waste another second and furiously stroked his dick. Fio followed suit and expertly pumped my rod to full length while saying,
"Look at him very closely. That's your enemy. He will do anything to crush you, so you must be as hard as it gets. For his blows and for my pussy after you've beaten him."
I was rock-hard in no time flat.
Both combatants fully erect the girls held our swords straight as a pole for comparison. I beat Dylan by half an inch.
"Looks like we have the first win of the round," said Fio. Bea squeezed Dylan’s whang and countered,
"Yeah? But look who's thicker." She cupped his crown jewels.
"And Dylan’s got the bigger balls."
"Then let's see which couple makes the most out of the meat."
Bea made a confused look.
"That's right, we will fence as a team. You only won because you cheated me out of my sure victory, and don't you deny it! I'm not gonna wait another round to show you who's the better woman, we're doing this now. You will steer your boy's dick, and I mine. May the better couple win."
Bea was silent for a moment. Then she looked down on Dylan’s dick after she noticed his throbbing.
"Bea... uhm, actually... That sounds super hot." His puppy eyes looked into her now flustered face.
Bea turned and said,
"Right, let's fucking do this. See who handles the meat better."
She pointed Dylan’s hard dick into our direction, like a saber ready to strike. Fio mirrored her move.
Like in most cockfights, we fought until one man grew limp or gave up. Kneeing or hitting with your fists was a no-no, for both genders. Bea may have hated Fio's guts (and vice versa), but she wasn't willing to risk the prospect of kids for her ultimate victory.
Fio gripped my cock at the base and placed her left hand at my hip to steer me. Bea doing the same with Dylan, we slowly walked up to the center of the mats. Bea cracked a little smile. I mentally prepared for an imminent attack before Fio gently pushed me towards Dylan. Inch by inch our dicks, still in their saber positions, came closer and then our heads touched. The girls snickered. I got it, we were touching gloves like MMA fighters.
"You two are enjoying yourselves, yeah?" I asked.
"Hey, it's fencing. You gotta keep it classy," answered Fio.
"No matter what enemy you're stuck with."
The girls held our dicks facing skyward.
"That's nice and all," began Dylan, "but normally we guys go about it a bit more aggressively."
"Don't worry, we didn't forget about that," said Fio.
"3!" yelled Bea.
Fio yanked my cock from its upright position in a tight arc sidewards into Dylan’s incoming shaft. Our throbbing manhoods collided with a meaty SMACK!
"AARGH!"
"Backwards! Backwards!"
In my daze I still found the presence of mind to process Fio's commands and synchronize my gait with hers so we didn't fall. Having caught myself I saw Bea and Dylan had performed the same maneuver, she awkwardly fondling his dick in an effort to recover. Fio gently pumped me to maintain my fighting capacity and asked,
"Damage?"
"Damage what? You want blueprints?"
"You can still go?"
"Sure. I'm still hard and everything. The blow was surprising and hard, is all."
I freely admit Dylan’s meat packed a punch.
"You hurt him more than he did you?"
"How could I tell?"
Bea was still busy treating Dylan.
"Then we go in!"
Fio pushed me into Dylan with max safe speed. She had rotated my cock so that our shafts would push each other into our abdomen. Our junks collided. We both barked out a pained yell yet again. The force of the impact threw Bea's hand off Dylan’s meat.
"Close combat, bitch!"
Fio grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me backwards. Then she pushed my crotch into Dylan’s again. His dong was pressed into his abdomen by my smashing cock. He cried out in pain.
But Bea replicated Fio's maneuver and with both hands thrust Dylan’s crotch into mine. I can't say if Dylan’s slightly larger mass made any difference in that fight, but it sure felt that moment.
"Back off or they both lose their manhood!"
So that tactic was off the table.
Fio heeded Bea's words and withdrew to our end of the mat. Groggy from the clash I barely felt Fio's fingers dancing over my cock.
"Hey, don't space out, I need every last bit of you."
She turned my head towards her and kissed me passionately. Her touch on my cock became more pronounced. The embrace rekindled my virile energies.
"Ready for another shot, stud?"
"My cock wants to smash a pretender." I flexed my rod.
Turning to Dylan’s corner I watched him moaning as Bea gave him a hell of a French polishing.
"Uh, is this legal?"
"Rules don't outlaw anything that keeps your man hard."
Fio kneed down and swallowed my cock to the hilt.
"Whoa!"
Pulling out, she explained,
"Maybe it keeps him hard, but it makes him slippery too. Tell me when they're coming."
She worked my cock for a few more sucks before Bea with Dylan’s meat in hand stamped towards us.
"Battle stations!"
Fio positioned herself and on we marched to our next clash.
Bea swiped Dylan’s whang in diagonal slashes down on my cock. The spit on both our dicks softened the blows to a degree, but she specifically targeted my sensitive head. Strike after strike landed with pin-point accuracy. Bea's strategy worked flawlessly as my head began to swell and turn redder than seemed normal.
"Yeah, draw blood!"
Dylan grew ecstatic under the barrage he doled out. Fio recognized the dangerous situation and withdrew a step or two. But Bea pushed the attack. She moved Dylan’s meat in a figure eight raining down hits on my cock. Fio moved closer to shift the impacts from my head to further down my shaft, but that was only a stopgap measure. I felt myself going limp.
"He's shrinking, he's fucking shrinking! Go in! Go all in, Bea!"
Game over. With my virile fire going out and him only getting emboldened by the fact the fight was already over if not for a minute or so of inertia.
In one swift move Fio moved me to the side of Dylan. Her retreating had brought us closer to the arena center, giving her the necessary space. Bea's attacks struck into empty air and the pair nearly toppled over.
"You're the man in this ring. He's just an overgrown boy. Show him who's top cock."
Fio whispered in my ear while licking it. Then she used her left hand to finger my anus. The move made me hard as granite in seconds.
"Hey, street trash, want to know how an erect cock really looks like?"
Fio proudly presented my steel rod to the two stunned gawkers. I chimed in,
"Your manhood's harder, stronger, better? Prove it, pussy."
Enraged, Dylan bellowed, "Bea, max hardness." She obeyed and pumped him to full length. I didn't let my worry show.
"Let me ride this to the end," Fio reassured me.
Now she placed both hands on my cock as if wielding a broadsword. Bea did the same so that our two dicks could be put into a swordlock, one man trying to overpower the other much like in arm-wrestling. Once our shafts connected, the final pushing started. With all her strength and mine, Fio tried to bend my opponent's meat to our left, while Bea and Dylan tried to bend my cock to the right. For a few long seconds neither direction prevailed as our engorged rods only managed to cut into each other, painfully warping our manhoods. I already feared this match would be ended by a penis fracture.
Dylan let out a throaty groan as his meat gave way towards the left.
"No... AARGH!"
Little by little our battling dicks moved leftwards. Drops of sweat ran down my face.
"I'm... the... alpha... cock!"
I flexed my cock to underline the point. Dylan winced at the movement to my great satisfaction.
Bea removed her left hand from Dylan’s base and placed it on top of his head. She used this new leverage to pull our dicks to my right. Our dicks formed an upside down V now. Even though I figured Bea would risk inflicting an injury as serious as a fracture on me just to win over Fio, I didn't panic. I was just too damn exhausted.
"Got you now bitch!"
Fio swung my cock in one deft move out of the swordlock in a half-circle down and into Dylan’s exposed balls. My engorged head crashed into his left sack and my long shaft pierced him deep.
"AAAARRRGGGHH!"
The raw pain knocked out his legs and he fell backwards onto Bea, sprawling them both on the mat.
"Yep, he got the bigger balls, alright. Big, open targets."
I sank to my knees from exhaustion. Fio wiped sweat off her forehead. Dylan clutched his cracked nuts. Bea just lay there under him, eventually covering her face with both her hands.
Fio sauntered over to her, bent down and said,
"I. Am the better GF."
Then she pulled Bea out from under her man, sat down on the fallen girl’s stomach and stuffed her rival's head between her ample breasts. Just lying on her, letting gravity do the work, Fio's superior tits engulfed Bea's face, cutting off her access to oxygen. She struggled for a bit, but eventually Bea passed out. Fio languidly removed herself from her humiliated enemy.
Speaking of humiliation, I had one last thing to do in this round. I walked over to Dylan, hot tears streaming down his cheeks, grabbed my cock and held it over him.
"You know what's coming, don'tcha?"
"No, please don't..."
I let go of my little big winner.
"Yeah, I'm not a trashy caveman like you. Painting your face white would be a waste of my cum. My GF deserves it more. But..."
I placed myself over his head and kneed down.
"Aaach!"
I teabagged him four times before I grabbed his head at the last one and shoved his nose into my balls.
"What does that smell like?"
"I- I don't-"
I shoved him deeper in.
"Like alpha cock?"
"It... smells like alpha cock."
I let go of his head, picked up my white boxers and flung it into his face.
Fio joined my side.
"Have her ready in 15."
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[to be continued]
