The rattling of the bed springs was incessant, the old lady downstairs gritting her teeth as she could not get to sleep.
Over her head, the noise continued accompanied by gasps and screams of pleasure. She was envious of that youth she no longer had.
And now that she had only the pleasure of relaxing in her bed left, she must have felt robbed of that right by the couple upstairs.
Sanna kept bouncing on her husband's massive erection, moaning as she felt his lips tighten around her manhood.
Sanna's eyes could see the man's pleasure-torn face as he tried unsuccessfully to resist. His semen entered the woman's body for the third time that night.
The married couple had decided it was time to solidify their marriage with the birth of a child. The man was delighted with the news, both so he could carry on his dynasty and because he knew his wife would "force" him to have sex every night.
After a week of wild sex passed, Sanna unfortunately failed to get pregnant, having to go to the family doctor to check for problems.
The woman discovered that she had a particular type of egg that did not allow natural fertilization without numerous attempts. As if they were asleep, the doctor made it clear that the two should try again and again, since it was the only effective method of procreation in their condition.
The man was very happy in part, although he could feel his wife's sadness. Sanna wanted a child, yet her body was betraying her. Funny how in fights against other women, her body always proved responsive, whereas now it seemed slumbering.
"Don't worry, honey. We'll manage," he tried to reassure her.
Sanna smiled, holding him close and leaning against him. Part of her believed those words; the other part knew it was more complicated than that.
***
The weekend arrived without being waited for; the couple had received an invitation to a private pool party thanks to high-ranking acquaintances in town. Sanna's husband was a business partner with the party organizer, and since the acquisition of the new client had brought a lot of revenue into the company's pockets, the party had been induced almost solely for Sanna's husband.
The black-haired woman had attended such events before, meeting men and women always with an accompanying narcissistic spirit. The worst were the wives of her husband's close colleagues, many women who had seen the opportunity to find an easy life with rich men.
Empty women without reason, nothing comparable to Sanna who had fought for what she had had. Not all of them, however, were hypocritical people, few wives were saved from the flock of rotten sheep, and Sanna had managed to befriend at least them so that she would have someone to talk to during such events.
Those women were normal people, but they had a benevolent aura, not classifying Sanna as a beautiful woman using her beauty as a weapon. No one knew of the way the Brazilian beauty had managed to capture a man like her husband, but she was certainly worthy of standing by his side.
Sanna and her husband had been separated for almost an hour, he had gone to "talk about old times" with colleagues and the client, promising to join her as soon as possible. The Brazilian woman's brown eyes scanned the inside of the pool, watching as the water was almost completely occupied by the little girls playing happily.
Her eyes then saw her man and the young girl talking to him. Both at the bar, his back turned but recognizable, she leaning beside him. They were at least 30 yards apart, yet Sanna could see how generous nature had been to that girl.
The two of them simply talked, but a woman's eyes saw behind the facade. Every movement of the girl, every smile, that hand touching her husband's arm. It was glaringly obvious that the young woman was flirting with the man, perhaps she had discovered who he was and was trying to find an arrangement.
"You have the wrong person, then," growled Sanna inwardly.
She knew all too well when her husband was weak on this subject; she could see him seeking her gaze. He knew she was looking at her, he wanted Sanna to see him. He was narcissistic about this, he wanted the best and Sanna had to prove she was the best woman for him. Again.
She waited for her husband to be stolen away by the rest of the colleagues, leaving that young girl finally alone. Sanna approached slowly, like a lioness intent on hunting, her body clenched in a pink bikini dotted with tiny green dots that only made her cleavage wider.
As she got closer to the girl, the Brazilian woman's eyes began to capture more details. The girl was shorter than she was, at least ten inches shorter, her tanned, slender body enclosed in a sea-blue bikini. The 25-year-old's dark eyes saw the threat coming from the corner of her eye, turning just before the woman was near her.
"How do you drink here?" asked Sanna with a small smile, "May I?"
The woman asked, even as she leaned close to the girl without waiting for an answer. The young girl stared at the woman sipping the drink from the straw, the level of the liquid in the glass slowly lowered before her lips parted, letting go of the straw.
"I've had better drinks but it's not bad," replied the girl.
"Then I think I'll have a drink," Sanna replied without looking at her, waiting for the waiter to notice her "By the way I am..."
"Sanna" replied the girl.
The woman barely turned around, surprised. Of course, her husband must have told her. After all, he was the one who had arranged this meeting. A clever man the woman had to admit.
"And you are?"
"Noelia," replied the girl, smiling, "And if you were wondering ... yes, I flirted with your husband."
Sanna turned completely toward the girl this time, looking into her eyes. She could see herself at that age, arrogant and capable of conquering the world. Now, however, the rival was herself, and she would not let anyone win her over.
"You will think why? Well, it's simple. I am the daughter of the new client, and when I saw him, I couldn't help but think of him as a life partner. He is affable, he is capable and resourceful, and he has the money to afford me the life I deserve."
Noelia spoke in a calm voice as she looked at Sanna, both of them studying each other as they listened to the other's voice, occasionally lowering their gaze to rival breasts. They were what they would face.
"Don't you think I might disagree?" asked Sanna, squinting her eyes in amusement.
"Yes, and that's why he warned me about you. His wife, the unbeatable Sanna ... but we both know that if he came to me, it is because he knows that I am the better woman," finished the American girl, smiling and setting the drink down on the counter.
Arrogantly, Sanna approached the girl, their breasts meeting for the first time, swelling in their bikinis and pressing together. Two pairs of huge, firm breasts.
"Then let's go. Let's find out which of us is not woman enough," hissed Sanna, before lowering her gaze and smiling
Noelia smiled annoyed, lowering her gaze as well and turning back to look at the woman. Pushing herself away from the counter, she pulled the Brazilian woman back. She had already won the size battle against her rival; Noelia was at least a cup smaller than her.
"36G" smiled the girl, passing the woman and starting to walk slowly so that she could be followed.
"38H" winked Sanna, even though she knew the girl already knew about it thanks to her husband.
The two perfect halves walked away from the party, entering the bar building and walking down the small hallway that led to the locker rooms. Once inside, Sanna closed the door, turning the latch to lock it completely. Whoever came out of there would have been the better woman.
The room was little larger than about ten feet, a single bench against the wall and a few hangers were the only things inside besides the two rivals. The warm air inside only made the desire to get out the door more intense, knowing that first each of them would have to give everything they had.
The man had watched the scene of his wife walking away with that girl. He had been the one to recommend the pool bathrooms to her; the locker rooms gave enough room for both of them to fight undisturbed. He sipped his drink, anxiously awaiting the outcome of the fight and his future married life.
***
"Once your bags are destroyed" the arrogant look of the American girl pointed into the woman's eyes, lifting her breasts with her hands and dropping them "he will become mine completely"
Sanna growled annoyed, she knew what that girl wanted but to hear it was even more obnoxious. Smiling, I free her breasts from the pink top, letting the big watermelons point at Noelia.
"Do you know why he is mine?" smiled Sanna, massaging her breasts and compressing them lightly with her hands "Because no woman has ever been able to steal him from me."
Noelia bent her head to the side, in obvious mockery at her rival's last words. Her hands slowly rose, undoing her bikini top and allowing her huge boobs to bounce menacingly.
The eyes of the two perfect halves lowered again to what the other was putting on the line, looking with a jealous, competitive note at the huge breasts in front of them.
The bikinis were tossed onto the bench, falling almost in sync, Sanna's top on top of Noelia's. Both could see the pink color coming out of the sides of the blue color, which only bothered the girl more.
"Has anyone ever managed to steal it from you?" asked the girl with a mischievous note in her voice "Well, there's always a first time."
The Brazilian woman's eyes flash with hatred, her body fast approaching, her breasts ready to collide with her counterpart.
Noelia thrust forward at the last second, the meaty pop of their breasts filling their limbs, feeling the weight increase dramatically on their chests.
The impact was strong enough to pull both women back, their bare feet resting on the opaque tiles.
Noelia cast a glance at her rival's bouncing breasts; she had not expected the woman to have such dense breasts. The young woman could be arrogant as long as she wanted, but the fact that Sanna had hard breasts to beat was a given.
The Brazilian woman straightened up, gritting her teeth and moving closer still to her rival. She had felt how firm the rival pair was from the first impact; she was aware of the danger that girl posed.
"Bitch," hissed the woman, slamming her breasts into the girl's.
Noelia had managed to straighten up in time before Sanna struck her, pushing her back a step with a grunt.
"Bitch," replied the American girl.
Noelia slammed her breasts back, and the two pairs spread at the point of impact, returning to their original shape a second later as their breasts separated.
Sanna stepped back a step, hissing. Without stopping, the woman moved forward again, their breasts collided again, and Noelia's body was pushed back.
Their exchange continued for a few more minutes, the girl going back to slam her breasts into the woman's, forcing her backward. Sanna did the same a second later, throwing her tits into the American couple, causing them to back away.
Their breasts smashed together in a steady rhythm, their skin torn by the force and pressure exerted, stabbed by rival nipples at every chance.
Sanna slammed her breasts forward again, Noelia flinched back with a small moan, but this time the woman followed, keeping her breasts in contact with the girl's.
Noelia stopped, pushing back and feeling her firmness meet Sanna's firmly, both intent on looking into each other's eyes and hurling threats at each other.
"Your flabby purses will fall under mine," growled the woman, pressing harder.
Both had their arms along their sides, pushed back a little to increase the output of their breasts forward.
"My girls will swallow yours completely," hissed the girl, leaning forward.
Sanna felt the girl's lower body haphazardly pressing against her, Their breasts were on different height lines but both managed to keep them fairly in full contact.
The woman felt how Noelia kept leaning forward on her, the girl's breasts pressing into her pair more and more. A slight arrogant smile on the girl's lips only made the woman more furious.
Suddenly, Sanna took a step back. Noelia's eyes went wide as she felt herself falling forward, off balance. She immediately moved one leg forward, avoiding falling but leaving a dangerous open space for the woman.
The Brazilian 38H flew quickly at the American 36G, a direct hit from below as the girl rose from her position. Sanna had taken his time, waiting until Noelia was off balance before striking.
A pained groan came from the girl's lips, her legs moving uncertainly to keep from falling as she stepped back. Sanna smiled wickedly, advancing toward the girl.
The Brazilian woman threw her right breast against Noelia's left tit, again and again, her nipple brushing along the young woman's darker areola and into the tanned skin.
Noelia grunted with each stroke, losing her smile as she was forced to take another step backward. Stopping, the American girl forcefully pushed her breasts into her rival's.
Sanna opened her mouth without uttering a sound, surprised as she was pushed back by the force of the blow and the girl struck quickly again.
The woman began panting, grunting as the girl regained lost ground, her breasts bouncing from the rival blows.
Noelia pushed her hands down, grabbing the woman's waist to hold her close and continue to pound Sanna's tits.
"Ugh! Bitch!" growled the woman, trying to respond to the blows.
"My tits are better," smiled the girl.
Both swung their heavy breasts against each other, and the loud sound of flesh popping between them filled the room along with their grunts.
The two perfect halves continued to pound their breasts together, flesh on flesh as each tried to break the other's pair.
Sanna's hands moved to the girl's arms, pulling her closer to herself, their breasts pressed together as Sanna's pair stood slightly higher than her rival.
Squeezing her close, Sanna pushed her heavy breasts more over Noelia's, the girl struggled with the weight gain over her chest, gritting her teeth.
The girl did not expect that strength in the opposing pair, feeling the rival breasts being supported by hers, grunted in discomfort.
"How do you feel them?" smiled Sanna, watching the obvious discomfort on the girl's face "Do you feel how much the better breasts weigh?"
Noelia growled in response, pushing her breasts up and lifting the rival pair, but Sanna tightened her grip so that she pushed her breasts more forcefully into the girl's pair.
"You old slut, I will tear down your weak bags," hissed the girl.
Noelia pushed again, launching a strong upward thrust, and Sanna lost her grip on her rival's body as she felt her chest forcing her up onto her toes. Hearing her rival moan, the American pushed forward and their tits met with a meaty pop, their flesh trembling from the impact.
Again, Noelia struck, inflicting more damage to the enemy's breast as Sanna moaned again. Another blow and the woman finally responded, gritting her teeth as she swung her breast sideways, Noelia's right tit collided with Sanna's left, and both grunted from the force.
Both finally grasped each other's arms, meeting breast to breast totally, their eyes immediately lowered to their precious breasts as they began to press them together firmly. Both were sure of their victory and wanted to immortalize the moment when their breasts would win the other's, but the wait still seemed long.
Sanna's breasts forced Noelia's pair outward, pushing at her rival's dense flesh before the young American forced back with her boobs returned to normal. The woman pushed harder, forcing the girl to step back.
Growling Noelia tried to thrust but widened her eyes as the more experienced woman intercepted her move by pushing again. The girl's bare feet slid to the floor as she stepped back, Sanna's arms letting her go before Noelia's back touched the wall.
"It's time to finish you off, marriage ruiner!" smiled Sanna wickedly.
The woman launched herself at the girl, swinging her breasts like wrecking balls. Noelia was surprised by the rush, instinctively bringing her arms to the sides of her chest, clutching her tits with her elbows so that they swelled as if they were shields.
A moment later, the meaty slaps of Sanna's 38H incessantly pounding Noelia's pair filled the room, beads of sweat flying with each impact as the two perfect halves dueled again, one ahead.
"Give it up, bitch!" cried Sanna, but the only response was a groan from Noelia.
The woman's pair continued to assault the young woman's pair; the American continued to stand with her back to the wall, swelling her breasts to the limit and taking any damage directly from enemy blows.
Three long minutes passed for Noelia, but she could finally feel a slowdown in the woman's momentum. The more seconds passed, the more time Sanna took to charge and strike with her breasts, exhausted by her attack.
Sanna looked in frustration at the girl's still swollen flushed 36G, wondering how it was possible that it had not yet destroyed itself under her force. One more stroke and Sanna's breasts connected frontally with Noelia's pair, her eyes registering the size difference between them in that position. She had not yet noticed anything, yet it was almost a fascinating moment to watch her flesh mold together with her rival's, seeing how her extra amount of flesh seemed to envelop the enemy pair.
"Is that all you've got?" roared Noelia, ceasing to swell her breasts "Then it's my turn!"
Sanna's eyes widened as the girl pushed off the wall, using the movement to increase the power of the ram. Noelia's larger breasts shattered against Sanna's pair, knocking her back a step. In horror, the woman realized she was more tired than she had expected, her legs trembling as they tried to keep her from falling.
The girl did not wait for her rival, striking again and pushing the woman further back. Sanna groaned in pain as her breasts were forced to one side when Noelia's swing hit her. One more swing, this time from the opposite side, and Sanna found herself stumbling backward.
Unlike the girl, the Brazilian's body hit the wall hard, the only support to keep from falling. The woman was out of breath for a second, a relatively long time for Sanna as her eyes registered the image of Noelia hurling herself at her.
The American girl took to relentlessly pounding the woman's chest with her breasts, Sanna's body pinned against the wall as the meaty slaps returned to fill the space around them. The woman raised her elbows, pressing her breasts to the side to swell them, just as the girl did.
Noelia glared at her but smiled, and it seemed to Sanna that the force of the girl's attacks increased in power. With each collision, pain exploded from Sanna's chest, her eyes began to see everything blurry as tears formed. The pain she felt was unbelievable, but it was the same pain that Noelia had suffered moments before.
She was better, she was the better woman. She could not lose this confrontation, this challenge of strength and endurance. If Noelia had been able to endure, so would she. Her breasts were better, firmer. The girl would not win against her.
The more thoughts convinced her that she could still win, the more Sanna felt the pain growing inside her chest and spreading down her body. The minutes passed but seemed like an eternity, but Sanna forced herself to count them. This allowed her to keep her wits about her, to look her rival in the eye, and challenge her to hit harder.
When the third minute passed, Sanna smiled. That was the limit, she had not been able to keep going after that minute, Noelia was going to stop and she was going to attack. Sanna would push off the wall, her breasts would shatter the girl's frontally, and she would lock her in a bear hug. The two of them would struggle with the last of their strength until Sanna's breasts flattened Noelia's.
That would have been the right scenario, but not this time. The third minute continued and Noelia made no sign of stopping. Sanna opened her eyes, becoming aware of her misjudgment. Noelia was younger and had more energy. Her breasts were firm and huge, and they hurt like hell.
The girl continued the assault, swinging and striking Sanna's breasts with her own mercilessly and with savage intensity. The woman felt her chest on the verge of collapse, the pain was tremendous, and she did not know when she could continue. Again and again, Noelia raged at her with the sadistic smile of someone who understood her rival's thoughts.
One more stroke and Sanna's arms abandoned the position, the immense pain had destroyed the last bit of control that remained to the woman, who felt her own breasts droop lifelessly. Noelia's breasts planted themselves in Sanna's, pushing them against her rib cage as the girl smiled victoriously.
"Look, bitch," hissed the girl, "Look at your pathetic destroyed breasts."
Sanna's eyes gushed tears, but they followed the pain until they were fixed on her chest. The American's tits held the Brazilian tits completely crushed in a clear expression of dominance. Her skin burned incredibly, so much so that she felt slight relief as tears fell from her chin onto her cleavage.
"No more... No more..."
Sanna never thought she would say those words, yet Noelia had forced her to do so. That girl had destroyed her pride, her breasts, her life. She who considered herself unbeatable had been defeated, and now she had lost her husband the same way she had won him. Her man belonged to the better woman, but he was not her.
When Noelia took a step away, Sanna's body sagged to the ground. The woman felt drained and aching, a pain both physical and mental, her chest pounding and an endless sadness. Noelia registered that defeated look on the woman's face as she bounced her victorious breast.
"Now I will go and take what is mine. Don't worry, it's in good hands," smiled the girl, "In the best hands."
When the door closed, Sanna realized she had lost everything.
***
The party continued as if nothing had happened, the laughter and music had filled each person's soul. One man, however, had remained sitting at the bar, he had lost count of how many drinks he had had while waiting, and he felt his heart pounding nervously.
Was it anxiety he felt? No, rather curiosity. A visceral curiosity. His eyes were fixed on the locker room door, he could see it through a mirror since the door was hidden by a small hallway. From his position, he could only see the lowest part of the door.
That same door opened, causing the man to straighten up as the moment of truth had finally arrived. He swore to himself that the person who had come out of the hallway had been his wife Sanna; the pink bikini had misled him.
Noelia, however, had emerged victorious; her eyes immediately sought the man's, finding them seconds later. Pushing her breasts out, locked in Sanna's bikini top, the girl joined the man at the bar.
"You already know what I want," whispered the girl, leaning against the man's body, her breasts heavy and still sweating against his arm, "my husband,”
The man nodded, licking his lips. He never expected such a turn of events, a part of him felt dying as he recalled the moments he had spent with Sanna.
Their world and way of life, however, functioned in a way completely incomprehensible to ordinary people, a life dictated by victory and defeat, the best and the worst. Sanna had lost to a better woman; Noelia was his perfect new half.
