Sims 9
Visitations
While Ruby Broke and Max McDermott were fucking furiously in storeroom after Ashley Corono's departure. Another couple...or rather trio were at the starting gate for a weekend of debauchery.
The Fall Festival had come late, starting on a Saturday rather than the previous Thursday, with Brian and Betty meeting Pauline there. Carving out pumpkins, shooting off fireworks and bobbing for apples. While Betty clung openly to his arm, Pauline maintained a friendly distance which surprised, but relieved him. The last thing he needed was having gossip going around about their sex life.
Well...more gossip in his case.
Of course Pauline dropped the act during their trip through the haunted house, pulling him into a darkened corner where they spent near five minutes making out fiercely while she shoved a hand down his pants before completing the place. Once outside however, Betty clicked her tongue in mock disapproval at a small stain on the front of his pants and grabbed Brian's arm, tugging him back into the haunted house again.
But the night really picked up when they got home, where Betty and Pauline had disappeared upstairs together. Waiting downstairs, Brian could hear the pair giggling and the sound of cupboards opening. While his mind was running through possibilities he wasn't entirely prepared for came next.
*****
He kept still, as any movement could likely set him off.
Each breathy gasp of the squirming woman had him twitch, eyes glued to the jiggling mounds they worked together earnestly. He groaned at the light shuffling of their stocking covered legs on the carpet, grabbing a cushion and shoving it into his lap.
The light coverings had been Betty's idea apparently, knowing he had a weakness for the see through garments. Pauline had been doubtful at first, apparently, but quickly changed her mind at how he'd been all but drooling when she swayed down the stairs, one long stockinged leg ahead of the other.
"Umm..." Betty moaned from the pressure on her tits by Pauline's pair. The gorgeous orbs strained against one another, molding and shifting as they were forced together.
"Ooohhh..." Pauline panted, damp red panties displaying her clear arousal. Her proud boobs rippled enticingly with each strike from Betty's dense teats and from her own rapid, machine gun like thrusts to drive her breasts deep into the younger woman's titmeat.
They were slowly wearing each other down, eschewing the faster, and more violent, boob boxing. No need for bad tempers before the fun really started. So Betty and Pauline patiently plied their breasts together. Rhythmically they rolled their shoulders, mashing the fleshy orbs together, causing them to swell and spread.
Voluptuous bodies were damp with sweat, straining orbs glistening in the LED lights. They were still mouth wateringly beautiful, despite how they'd lost much of their former shape, morphing and contorting while forced together. At times Betty and Pauline, raked them from side to side, one boob resting between it's opposites while the other popped out to the side to jiggle delectably before being forced back in. The contrast between the pair was stark when Pauline's porcelain flesh was trapped between Betty's two tanned monsters like some kind of boob sandwich, and vice versa.
Other times they bent their knees ever so slightly to move the fighting udders vertically, swapping the top position repeatedly. These times clear discomfort showed on sweaty faces of both beauties as both set of glands were clearly heavy and weighing down on the other. He could hear them whispering to one another through this. Taunting. Teasing. Encouraging.
The soft, seductive tones, coupled with sound of the moist, fleshy sounds of their breasts molding together had him on the verge, and he finally lost it when, as if moving to the end game Betty's arms went around Pauline's back pulling the other woman in tight with a fierce grunt. Under the cushion his hips jerked and a dampness spread along his thights as Pauline's hands flowed up his girlfriend's curves to grip tightly in the small of her back.
"Let's do this girlfriend!" He heard her whisper loudly, as if from a distance before they both squeezed mightily. Dazed, barely able to focus, he was still able to realize they'd moved from a gradual working over to full head on comparson. May the best boob win, so to speak. Trembling bodies spun slowly so he could see both of their individual faces. Both had looks of extreme concentration, eyes only for each other as he was forgotten.
Muscles became more defined across shoulders and under stockings. Pantied butt cheeks tightened in effort. Betty's tits ballooned outwards, glued firmly against Pauline's boobs that pancaked under the pressure, both women's faster breathing taking on a frantic edge.
"Uuuuuhhhhhh..." Pauline abruptly gasped, the raven haired Asian throwing back her head. Brian sat back up immediately, hidden prick swelling with new blood. Pauline's back was to him so he couldn't see. But he could see a dazed, pleased smile on Betty's face and, as if just now remembering his presence, shifted them around they presented their profiles to him.
The difference was stark as, while her own bust was deflated, Pauline's boobs was pushed back into her chest. Even as he watched the flesh rippled, Betty's swelling slightly to claim more space. Just when he thought it was over, Betty's tongue snaked out to lick at the Japanese woman's lips. Pauline snapped the organ, sucking it into her mouth and locking her lips around Betty's. They were still kissing hard when his girlfriend's boobs bulged out again, shoving Pauline's down, and Betty trembled violently, entire body shaking as liquid ran down the inside of her thigh.
Unable to just be a spectator anymore, and figuring the issue had been decided, Brian stood up clumsily and staggered up behind Pauline. His boxers kicked away, he yanked down her soaked panties and got himself fully inserted in one smooth stroke. Pauline's lips fell away from Betty's as she whimpered and Brian grabbed his girlfriend's head, claiming her mouth for himself.
*****
Pauline lay on her stomach, naked body a gleaming shadow in the dark. Her breathing was slow and steady, sleeping deeply enough to not be disturbed by her bed mates.
"Darling...ooaahhhh..." Betty moaned from her perch, bouncing and rocking her hips in time with Brian's thrusts and lunges. Beneath her, Brian mumbled quietly, hands stroking her legs and hips, up to her breasts then back down again. She couldn't understand much that he was saying, and it thrilled Betty that she could drive him to incoherence.
Murmuring happily as Brian's shaft sent sparks of pleasure through her, Betty smiled down at him, giving a series of swift, pulsing wriggles, gripping him as hard as she could.
Her reward was him arching his back as he erupted in her for the third...fourth time? Betty's own body twisted and writhed as her own orgasm rushed through her, crying out his name in repeated, piping squeals. Finally, she fell forward onto her hands, resting on either side of his head. Panting heavily, Betty ran a hand through her sweat soaked hair, then looked down sharply in delight.
Head raised off the sheets, Brian sucked on her breasts hungrily, kissing the tip delicately before dragging his tongue across to give the other the same treatment. Betty didn't resist as she was slowly flipped over onto her back while Brian worshipped her victorious tits. Meanwhile, between her legs, his shaft swelled again, stiffening as it filled her deliciously and her legs once more went around his waist.
*****
On the Northern end of town, at the Newbie household Robert Newbie whistled, while washing the dishes while Mags undressed in their bedroom. "Idiot," she thought to herself, but it contained little vitriol. Robert was happy because Bobby wasn't home, which mean't he and Mags didn't have to hold back. It warmed her to know she excited her husband as much now as when they first got married, but the first matter was what concerned her.
Knowing what that fat titted slut was probably doing to her baby boy right at this moment filled her mind. Unconsciously her hand dipped to between her legs remembering what had happened after she'd lost to June. And now she had to wait until the cxnt set up her little party before she could get another shot at her. And while Mags was confident she could take June since, by all accounts, she was winning their last fight until she was distracted by her son and Ruby...she doubted she could handle both women.
Grumbling, the mature redhead grabbed a towel and slipped into the bathroom, the wheels in her mind still turning. She'd need someone to keep Ruby busy, but the problem lay in the fact that she didn't know any woman in town she'd risk asking, and not blab about it afterwards. This wasn't like back in their university days...like back when...
In a flash, Mags was back in the bedroom, her fingers flying across her phone. It was a long shot, but if anyone could keep that redheaded brat occupied long enough for her to get some payback it would be her. Right as she clicked send she heard Robert's footsteps and dashed back into the bathroom.
It didn't take long, and a few minutes later he joined her under the shower.
*****
Brian stretched in the noon day sun, sipping on his second cup of coffee and looking out the kitchen window. Across the road he saw Vadim link his arms with Fatima on their way out, ducking behind the curtain to avoid being seen. He wasn't sure in Fatima had told Bet's father of the extent of what went on in their relationship and wasn't looking forward to that conversation.
He turned back to the stove, giving the pancakes a quick flip to make sure they were done scooping them onto the plate on the table. In doing so he turned to face the stairs and caught Pauline gingerly making her way down in a borrowed robe. She gave him a bright smile that he returned awkwardly.
No matter how many times they did it, it still felt awkward seeing another woman coming down the stairs like that. Of course, beneath his own robe there was a powerful stirring at her swaying walk, that sprang to complete attention when she pressed up against him for a kiss. "Mornin'." she whispered sultrily, licking his lips.
"More like afternoon," he grinned, sticking out his own tongue to fence with Pauline's. If nothing else, she proved the stereotype of Japanese women being insatiable was underselling the point. One more kiss and he glanced across at the table. "Hungry?"
"Famished." Her tone made it clear that food wasn't on her menu. Kissing her way down his neck, she tugged open the robe to continue down his chest, flat stomach and beyond. "Ohh...looks like someone didn't get enough last night."
Staring hungrily at the swollen flesh that throbbed visibly under her gaze, Pauline wrapped her small hand around it, tugging and tweaking it to full staff. Brian shivered lightly as Pauline sank to her knees in front of him, sweating as she blew on it lightly. He tensed as her tongue swirled the tip, trembled when she ran her lips along the length and finally gave an appreciative moan as she swallowed him completely.
"God...your mouth is amazing," he whispered, thrusting softly in response to her stimulus, stroking her pitch back hair, pushing it to fall down her back. With how she kept it ponytails it was easy to forget just how long her hair was and, for some reason, seeing it falling down her porcelain back made her seem even more sensual. He moaned again, grabbing her scalp, then grunted in surprise. Her nose slapped against his pubics, chin against his balls, as she seemed to go into overdrive, making him take an involuntary step back and fall into a convenient chair.
"Jesus, Paulie...take it easy." He gasped, her head bobbing rapidly. Under normal circumstances she'd slowly work him over, building him up until he could barely tolerate even the lightest of touches, then releasing him. After doing this several times the orgasm would be so powerful he had actually passed out the first time she did it. But there was nothing teasing about her actions now. He gripped the edge of the table and seat, struggling to remain in control and not succumb to the woman too soon, while Pauline did her best to make him cum.
When this didn't get the results she was looking for Pauline altered her attack. Releasing him from the relentless pressure of her mouth she kept licking at his tip while shrugging off hr robe. He knew what to expect, but the feel of her breasts around his shaft had him go rigid. They were softer than last time, obviously, but still the sensations when she began to manipulate them around his dick left him as stiff as a board.
"Stop fighting me baby," she panted, looking up at him in between licks. "Cum. Cum for me. Now...now. Don't hold back..."
"At least I got breakfast ready," was his last thought before Pauline's mouth claimed what little her breasts didn't engulf and he shouted in pleasure.
*****
June stretched luxuriously, sitting up in her bed. While not quite the same, last night had been memorable, even without her usual bedmates. To her side, the covers slid down to reveal the dark haired, muscular torso of Hal Breckenridge.
Like always, Hal was a decent enough fuck to take her mind of problems, June smiled. While he lacked Bob's stamina or Ruby's intensity, Hal was enough to satisfy her desires in the short term. But she'd definitely need something more substantial before the end of the day. Hopefully either Bob or Ruby showed up.
*****
So where was Bob Newbie in all of this and what could've possibly distracted him from a night with a voluptuous and willing cougar?
A night with a slim, tanned and blonde former fuck mate from college. Driving by the Everfresh he'd caught sight of a familiar looking bob of blonde hair and came to a halt alongside her. "Ashley?" He'd called out incredulously. "Ashley Corono?"
The blonde cheerleader had stared across at him in shock, while he himself goggled at her disheveled appearance. He pushed open the door and she slid...literally...in to the powerful smell of cooking oil. Initially she'd been silent until he asked her about Max and then it was like a dam burst. Something about a fat and ugly redhead, Max could do so much better she insisted, and how they'd gotten into a fight in the back room.
"Which you lost," Bob thought, but said nothing as the girl kept going. He wouldn't dare as his erection was starting to tent his pants as the story went on. Then her tirade paused and she glared accusingly into his lap.
"You're getting off on this," she snapped.
"Well, yes," Bob admitted. "But there's also the fact that your top's pretty much pointless now."
Ashley looked down and screamed from the fact the oil had soaked into her clothes, making them effectively see through. "I'm going to kill that Ruby bitch!" She snarled and now Bob had two exact figures to imagine wrestling in oil and his dick swelled further. "Pull over."
"Huh?"
"You think you're the only one horny right now?" She growled, pulling off her top and flinging it onto the mats while crawling into the back. "Park this thing and get back here and fuck me."
Couldn't resist an invitation like that, Bob decided, turning his car off the road and down towards the river. Hours later and the car was still rocking, glass fogged up with fierce grunts, groans and cries occasionally heard. Ashley was in no way lacking when it came to insatiability or sexual talent and Bob responded with the same vigor that had attracted June.
So it would be some hours still before they'd pause, just long enough to drive to her rented apartment and continue. Back in college, he and Ashley held the record for longest, uninterrupted fucking. And while they wouldn't break it here, they would certainly do their best, Bob hips driving his shaft deep into a kneeling and squealing Ashley, who's tight grip had the young man grunting and groaning.
*****
Sunday came to an end, rolling over into Monday with many greeting it in the same manner as Sunday. Pauline was still at Brian's place, the doctor held between both herself and Betty as they slept off immense exhaustion.
Max's family was out of town so he dragged Ruby home where the couple proceeded to have sex in every room and on every surface. It was a wild and uncontrolled coupling, Ruby still riding the high of flattening a new rival and Max libido in overdrive at being the cause of an impromptu catfight. They finally ended up on his parent's bed slamming their genitals together in sex maddened orgasm that didn't fade until they both fell back, unconscious even as their privates remained scissored.
Similarly Bob enjoyed being with a girl in his age bracket, Ashley having been one of his favorite college lays. They woke up, had sex, then breakfast. Spent time showing her around town, fucked under the water tower. Had dinner at Hogan's Diner then back to her place for more sex. It was good to catch up with old friends.
June on the other hand decided to experiment, inviting Rhoda Bagley over. It was a calculated risk, but her fellow noirette caught on quick. Stronger, and by extension, more domineering than Ruby, June had to utlilise all of her sexual talents to finally reduce the muscular woman to mush in her arms. By the end Rhoda lay on her back, panting and exhausted, while June decided it was a worthwhile change of pace. Right before rolling on top of the now whimpering Rhoda to satisfy herself.
*****
"Jesus! Big weekend?"
"You have no idea." Brian yawned, on his third cup of coffee. The caffeine was doing nothing for him after forty eight hours with those two wild women. "Can I ask you to take my clinic duty for an hour, Jeb? And I'll be as fresh as...well I'll be fresh..."
"Sure, sure I'll cover for you," Jebediah smirked as Brian fell into the couch. The younger doctor was snoring even before his head hit the cushion. "Looks like whoever you found is too much for you man."
*****
Back home, Betty tossed and turned on the bed, bouncing into Pauline's slumbering form and relaxed, arms going around the other woman. Her face then twisted into a frown and, with a gasp, she woke up. Blinking blearily in the shadowy room Betty sat up slowly and winced. Regardless of how good it felt at the time, getting slammed while her legs were rolled over shoulders always left the brunette sore in the morning.
Tossing off the covers she glanced at the clock and gave a soft gasp at the blinking eleven there. A quick, grimacing look over her shoulder at the wide smile on the sleeping Asian's face only confirmed that...yes...once again she'd beaten in the sexual arena. Betty wondered if she'd managed to tire her out enough for Brian to finish he off, then shrugged and staggered for the bathroom.
Gingerly moving downstairs after the fact, she found the coffee still warm, indicating Brian hadn't actually left that long ago. Pouring out a cup herself, Betty heard the popping horn of a taxi. Curious, she wandered to the window and froze, nearly dropping her cup. She barely noticed the car in her parent's driveway as she rushed for the door and took a second to compose herself while waiting for the bell.
"You cxnt!" She snarled, after flinging it open, glaring at the other woman.
"Sup, BiTCH!" The blonde woman spat back, shoving herself into the house as the door slammed shut.
*****
"It's been awhile Maggie." Fatima remarked warily. She wasn't entirely sure what version of their children's break up the redhead had been told. What she did know was that Mags was the definition of a doting mother. "This wouldn't be about Bob and Betty would it?"
"After so long?" Mags scoffed. Though perhaps if your girl had been a bit more patient my son would not be in his current situation, is she would have said...if she didn't need the blonde's help. "This is a different matter entirely."
"Well now I'm interested." Fatima relaxed slightly. "Do tell."
"It involves me and June. June Shallow," Mags sat back in her seat, fingers drumming on the glass of wine she'd been offered. "And I suppose it does involve Betty to a degree, but I don't blame her you understand..."
"Come to the point Mags." Fatima was once more on alert. June wouldn't invite Mags would she? The two hated one another...but then again that would be reason FOR June to do it. If...
"Fine...fine." Mags took a deep breathe. "I found out June was shagging my son. So...like any good mother..."
Fatima listened in silence, as Mags described her encounter with June and Ruby and how she'd finally been overpowered by the rival cougar, who then proceeded to fuck her son again before kicking her out. She could feel her face getting hot as the tale wound down and raised the glass, intending to take a sip, but instead drained it entirely. "Okay. But why are you telling me this?"
Mags grimaced. "June is planning one of our...college parties. Or so she says. I haven't heard anything else since her first text, and Bob is gone almost every night. I cannot, as a mother, allow my son to make such a mistake!"
"I already know about June's plans." Fatima remarked, to the mature's clear surprise. She smiled grimly. "The reason for the delay is that she's waiting on a woman to be available. Since she and I are no doubt going to be the main event?"
"What? Who're you...No!" Mags' eyes widened in realization. "No fucking way. She's famous now. If word ever got out it would destroy her career."
"Would that have stopped you from going after June?" Fatima asked, sitting back. A scowl crossed her face. "Exactly. So again...what does your issue with June have to do with me?"
"I want June to stop teasing my son along. Problem is that she has a roommate and partner in Ruby Broke." Mags shook her head. "If I wait until next year I might lose him entirely. So I'm asking for your help. I want you to handle Ruby while I deal with June."
"Are you serious?" Fatima laughed. "And what's the stop June from just calling the police on us for trespassing when she sees us coming?"
"Do you think Lola would call security if she saw you standing outside her dressing room?" Mags challenged.
"Fair enough." Fatima replied, eyes narrowing. Though in my case she'd just invite me in and we'd talk about the old days. "However..."
"However?" Mags echoed, watching as Fatima rose from her seat and crooked a finger.
"In case you didn't know, June kickstarted this after a visit from Nancy. You remember Nancy, right?" Fatima asked, leading Mags into Betty's old room. By the look on her face, the redhead did. "June hasn't just been sitting back and waiting for things to happen. So I want to be sure I'm not wasting my time and making an enemy I don't need."
"I see," Mags replied glancing around the room. It was on the large side, with a single bed and small stack of stuffed animals occupying the far corner. Beyond that, the room was bare. She copied Fatima in unbuttoning her blouse and wriggling out of her jeans. Both tossed the garments across to the side, Fatima sliding her bra down while Mags unbuttoned hers. "Makes sense I suppose. You're as out of practice as me, if not more."
"You're in for a surprise." Fatima thought grimly as the two matures approached one another warily.
*****
At the exact moment Mags and Fatima rushed together, lush bodies wrestling and grinding together, Robert Newbie was accepting a glass from June Shallow, sipping politely as he regarded the dark haired woman. "I'm taking a risk here Juney. You know how tongues wag. What did you call me over for."
"Is it impossible to believe I'd just want to see an old friend?"
"We were more than friends Juney," Robert remarked, amused. "We were quite common sight at each other's dorm during the morning rush."
"We did share beds quite often," June agreed, sitting down next to him, the tights she wore clinging to her curves while the loose blouse bounced easily. She smiled as he didn't bother to pretend not to be looking. "And the backseat of your car. And empty classrooms. And that one time we snuck into the Dean's office."
Robert chuckled, not pulling away when she stroked his arm. "You did bring out the worst in me, Juney. So did you bring me here to talk, or seduce?"
"Why not both?" She replied huskily. This close to him again...June was reminded of what could have been. If she hadn't been young and stupid. If Mags hadn't moved so quick before she realized her mistake. "I'm pretty sure that after you've heard what I've had to say you'll need some...relief."
"Wouldn't mind having some now." Robert thought, fighting to remain impassive. Blatant sexual appeal radiated off of June and he wasn't immune to it. If anything their past history only heightened it. "I do have a very capable wife back home to take care of that if need be."
"Ah yes Maggie," June smirked, a finger circling a jutting breast. "Tell me, has she been...distracted. A bit off tempered even?"
"Well I imagine she would be, considering our son's been spending his nights here as of late." Robert replied, staring as a small island appeared in the fabric. Bra-less...no surprise. No matter what else June had planned, fucking him was on the menu. Only question was if he went through with it. "How is he by the way?"
"In bed or have I seen him?" June smiled at his stare, deciding to go further. Leaning back she rested her feet in his lap, while her top stretched, underboob visible. "To the first, he's got your stamina, but none of the technique. To the latter, I actually haven't seen him. Whatever he's doing, it's not with me."
Robert let his surprise show, though thinking about it, it made sense. Not even June would be so blatant as to try and fuck him while Bob was in the house. Though now looking at her as she licked her lips, tongue extending in his direction, he wasn't entirely sure. "So what did you have to tell me?"
"I'll be hosting a fight party like back in our college days." She stated bluntly. Her smile grew wider, white teeth appearing as lips peeled back, her hungry stare focused on the tent that sprang up instantly in his pants. "Mags and I will be the main event!"
*****
Mags hissed and groaned. Fatima grunted and moaned. Then both shouted as they tumbled from the bed that they'd fallen onto and thrashed over and over while they fought. After several more rolls they shoved apart, rising to their knees before resuming attacking one another.
Slaps and clawed hands rained on faces and shoulders, that rapidly reddened, and breasts that bounced and flopped wildly between them. With a sharp yell, arms went wide to wrap around the other's torso, knees shuffling closer as they squeezed one another tightly.
*****
"You, cxnt!"
Pauline jumped awake at the shout from downstairs followed by a bit of a ruckus as a door slammed. Quickly, the small Asian woman sprang off the bed, grabbed a sharp heeled shoe from the ground and rushed downstairs. Halfway down she paused in confusion. She could see Betty in the foyer hugging another woman.
At first she thought she'd dreamed the noise, then she looked closer as the two continued to hug for what seemed like an excessive length of time. And noticed how they were grinding their fronts together energetically until the other woman, a blonde finally, tapped Betty's back rapidly.
"Goddam it Simobitch!" She grunted, massaging a decent pair of knockers that stood out from a tight shirt. "Take it easy with those boulders of yours."
"Aw titties sore Ashley," Betty mocked, playfully. "Getting old are...Paulie?"
Pauline suddenly found herself pinned in twin stairs, with a heel in her and hand and...more importantly...the sudden realization that was naked.
"You've got good taste, Bets." Pauline heard from the blonde as she fled back upstairs. Coming back, wrapped up in a robe, she joined them in the living room. The two were chatting animatedly on the couch as she sat in the recliner.
"Paulie, this is Ashley. Ashley, Paulie." Betty said, hand moving between them. Both nodded, studying one another openly, boldly moving their heads up and down. Face, breasts, hips and legs.
Finally Ashley grinned widely. "So is she still as wild in the sack?"
"Not wild enough." Pauline responded with a toothy grin all her own. "If she didn't have help most our nights would end with me disappointed."
"Help?" Ashley frowned, looking a bit nervous. "Someone new or...you didn't happen to get back together with Bob did you?"
"Bob? No!" Betty snorted. "You forget what I said on the last day?"
"Oh yeah...that doctor guy..." The blonde's eyes went wide. "No way. But if you did, then what's the hottie here with us?"
"Pauline shares some...similar interests...with both of us." Betty said slowly, gently resting a hand on Pauline's leg as the woman started to say something, probably come up with some excuse. "That's how we ended up settling an issue and it just moved from there."
"You don't say?" Ashley turned her attention back to Pauline, and in particular her heaving bust. The room seemed to grow hotter as the Asian and tanned beauty regarded one another. "If I'd known I'd not have wasted my time with that fat ginger skank at the market."
"Ginger?" Betty's brow furrowed. "Ruby Broke? You got into a fight with her! Over what?"
"Nothing you need to worry your little head over." Ashley handwaved it away. "cxnt can fight I'll give her that. And she's got a decent rack as well...for an older broad that is. Nearly squashed my babies completely for taking her lightly."
"Well isn't that interesting," Pauline chimed in, shifting her robe and freeing up her breasts. While still a magnificent sight there was a bit of sag to them that women similar to tell the reason behind. "See, me an' Bets here have our own counter going. And it just so happens she did the same to me a couple days ago."
"Girls, Brian's schedule is kind of iffy. He could be home any time." Betty quickly put in, spotting the eager interest on Ashley's face. Then she considered her boyfriend's tendencies. "On second thought, let's give you two some space."
*****
"AAGHH!" Fatima howled, stumbling against the wall, barely keeping her feet. Across from her, Mags swayed on quivering legs, clutching her right breast, both short haired matures sticky with sweat.
"You've gotten soft, Faye?" Mags gasped, cradling her deflated boob. It would've had more weight if her own orb didn't hang heavily when she released it. Indeed, Fatima seemed to think the same thing as she pushed herself away from the wall, massaged the taut flesh and set her feet.
"That's rich coming from you." Fatima grunted as they crashed back together. Wrestling clumsily, one hand around the other's back, the other in her hair the pair tottered across the room. Bouncing into the wall, the dresser, the bed, they finally shoved apart and ran back together, linking their hands and slamming their chests together. "You're scared of a skank almost half your age."
Heads over shoulders they grunted fiercely, muscles in the arms and back becoming more defined as they strained and pushed against one another. This had gone beyond a mere testing.
*****
"YES! YES...YES...YES...DO IT TO ME ROBBIE...DO...UUUUHHHHH...OH SHIT!!!
"TAKE IT BIG GIRL. NGH...NGH...GO JUNEY. CUM...THAT'S A GOOD GIRL. CUM...CUM!!"
"UUUWWAAHHHHHH!!" On her bed, June howled as she came, body shaking as Robert kept pounding her from behind. Even when she collapsed on the bed, he only stopped long enough to flip her over before resumung the reaming. June's legs kicked out to wrap around his waist, head twisting from left to right in devastating pleasure. "DON'T STOP!! MORE! MORE!!!"
Robert grinned around his pressure, blinking away the sweat that leaked down his face, glancing across at the clock. Only thirty minutes and June had already come twice. Granted even Mags would be a shrieking, sobbing wreck by this point, it seemed June was as insatiable now as she had been back on campus. He gave a surprised grunt, feeling her grip on him tighten.
"Got you!" June purred, gazing up into Robert's suddenly tense face. At their junction, deep inside her, muscles gripped that amazing penis tightly, making each thrust excruciatingly pleasureable. June sighed in delight as his thrusts took on a ragged edge. "He's so big now Robbie. You gonna come for me? Come in me!?"
Robert grunted, struggling to regain control of his hips. He grabbed June's waist, tugging her into him at a speedy pace, but other than happy squeals it seemed to have no effect. He tensed, feeling the pressure around his member increase, it wouldn't last much longer. Groaning, he yanked her upright into a sitting position, burying his face in her cleavage, while gravity had June slip down his last couple of inches.
"Oh...OH...OHOHOHOH!!" June cried out, bouncing widly in his lap. Her control was gone and she writhed wildly in his lap, springing up and down on his cock, while legs circled his hips. "I'M CUMMING AGAIN BABY! IT'S...AHHHHHHHH..."
Her pussy gushed, drenching his member in her juices, June squealing in delight as she pulled his face into her cleavage. Robert kept thrusting, delighting in her contortions and the faces she made, riding out the pleasure wave he inflicted on her.
"Oh...my...God!" June whispered when she could talk again. Robert felt another squeeze around his buried penis. "You're still hard! I will make you cum Robert, darling. I can feel how tense you are. It won't be long now."
*****
"OW...I thought you said Betty...dammit...squashed you!"
"Ouch...you're one to talk. You...cxnt, ow...feel like Ruby did a piss poor job!"
Tits batting back and forth, tanned blonde and pale, dark haired Asian danced awkwardly on the carpet. This was not due to a lack of skill, rather because of it. After the first couple of intial blows it became apparent that both pair of orbs weren't as soft as either expected.
So both slowly ramped up the violence Aiming to make the most of their own strikes, while doing their best to avoid the worst of the other woman's. Hammering them mostly side to side they aimed to wear down the structure of the, somewhat firm, flesh they were up against. Other times they thrust at one another with intent, the front of their boobs mushrooming painfully.
Having fought both, Betty could tell neither was in top form. She could've taken them both, easily, and still have something left for a fresh opponent. However, Betty grinned, neither would be content taking things slow and careful.
At the end of a swing, their breasts crushed together, Pauline's arms snaked around Ashley's hips before they could move apart. The blonde yelped as their boobs scraped past, denting considerably while doing so. Ashley growled, throwing her arms around Pauline's back and driving her big, tanned tits into Pauline's pair. The feeling out process was over and Ashley clearly felt her rack could outboob Pauline's. And while nowhere as perky as they should be, she appeared to have an edge as the stacked Asian was forced back several hesitant steps while the fleshy orbs jiggled between them. "Got you now girly!"
"Think so!" Pauline purred and Betty heard Ashley gasp. Both pair of tits flattened dramatically, the until an inch or two thick, when the core mass of their boobs met. Breasts quivered visibly under the pressure, both girls squeezing tightly, but whatever had been left by the losses they suffered, refused to give way.
"Side...to side," Ashley whispered, her voice shaky. Pauline nodded and the two began shifting their upper torsos against one another, gasping and moaning with each pass. To keep balance their hips also began swaying in time with their movements. emphasizing their curves.
Tits smooshed so tightly together began morphing to accommodate each shifting movement of their breasts. The soft scrap scrap of each pass was almost hypnotic in it's regularity and Betty felt her nipples stiffen in response. But Pauline and Ashley...
The latter's hands had slipped down to Pauline's slim waist and both had their heads tilted back slightly with eyes closed. There was the occasional wince, a tongue flicking out to moisten lips, but both appeared in what appeared to be a trance while constantly moving their boobs together. Then, without a word, they changed the method of attack, bending knees slightly as they moved the reddened orbs up and down.
The boobs on top flattened the lower pair in a manner that had to be incredibly painful, before they sprang free and landed with a meaty SPLAT on top of the formerly dominant pair. Their tits were taking a beating, but Ashley and Pauline seemed lost in their own little world as they now drove the soft glands together in slow head to head presses. Just enough to make them moan before pulling away again. At least a dozen times before abruptly halting.
It took Betty a second to register that they'd not pressed their drooping tits together. Hands slowly unlocked from behing backs, lingering for a moment on hips before Pauline and Ashley stepped back, massaging their boobs. "Jesus," Pauline gasped, tweaking the sensitive flesh. "If this is what your titties feel like after a beating I need to see 'em again at their best."
"Yours aren't bad either." Ashley panted, the sweat making her tanned body glow. "I can tell you've given Bets a run for her money. I'm definitely down to give you a rematch when we're both fresh."
"I think you mean that you'll ask me for a rematch." Pauline smiled good naturedly. Ashley smiled back then both women swung, tits clashing loudly in the air.
*****
"Uh...uh...oh..."
"Ah...hah...ah..."
Swinging back and forth rapidly, Fatima and Mags beat their sweating, hefty bags together rapidly. Repeated strikes had them moaning and whimpering in a pain neither had expected when this began. What had started as just a test...sparring if you will...had exploded from the most primal emotion.
Jealousy...specifically feminine jealousy. Possibly the most potent kind.
Perhaps if Mags hadn't knocked down Fatima...perhaps if Fatima hadn't bent Mags' hands till the redhead cried out and yanked away, it wouldn't have come to this. But they had, and now thoughts of June or Ruby were far from their thoughts. The only either cared about was beating the other woman in front of her, hammering her into submission!
With twin cries of frustration, Mags and Fatima abandoned the violent boob boxing and flung their arms around one another. Crushing bodies and boobs together.
"Uuuuuhhhhh!!" Mags groaned, feeling her breasts squash up against Fatima's, the blonde squeezing her tighter while sweat dripped down her face.
"Aaaahhhhhhh!!" Fatima sighed, glands forced back into her chest, up against her lungs, making it harder to breath.
Bodies tilted back and forth, advantage shifting between them with each tightening of their arms and thrust of their chests. Lush frames, trembling in effort sank down into a painful squat, then back up again. Then down again before finally onto their knees. Faces turning red with effort and lack of breath, the two proud matures squeezed mightily, the border between their breasts shifting raggedly as shoulders shifted to plow tits against and into one another.
Hurting and moaning Fatima drove her boobs into Mags, but mistimed a thrust. Pushing forward at the same time the panting redhead pulled back. Dazed and tired Fatima felt very heavy to Mags and she fell over, pulling the short haired blonde as they wrapped up in a groaning, grasping ball.
Rolling slowly they pushed up against Betty's old bed, before heading back in the other direction. Groaning desperately Fatima clung hard to Mags, shifting her feet to prevent being rolled off while placing her full weight on top of the other woman. Mags whined, crying out urgently as she tried again and again to force Fatima off of her, but the busty blonde refused to be moved.
For three minutes they rocked together, Mags almost getting her over, but failing. Finally she lay still panting loudly. "Okay..." she finally gasped out, releasing her hug on Fatima. "You win, Faye."
Fatima now relaxed, muscles crying out in relief, resting her cheek against Mags. "Christ Maggie," she murmured. "What the hell were you trying to prove?"
"Me? You weren't exactly taking it easy." Mags sighed, running a hand up against the side of Fatima's body, gently palpating the boobs still squashed between them. "Looks like we both tested out, though."
"Mm hmm," Fatima felt her heat rise from the redhead's touch, twisting her head to nuzzle the woman's cheek. Turning her head, Mags and Fatima shared a knowing smile, kissing gently.
*****
"Oh...ohohohoh darling. I'm cumming again! Yes! YES!!"
June's back arched painfully, Robert doing the bulk of the work as the man tugged her hips rapidly, while still thrusting up into her hard. Her climaxing snatch clamped down on his iron hard rod, massaging it violently, and this time he couldn't hold out. After almost three quarters of an hour Robert's prick twitched, throbbed and finally broke. "AAAAGHHHHH!!" Robert roared, his drenched cock firing back into June's pussy with enough force to make her yelp. To remind her...
Satyriasis.
Named after the goatmen of Greek mythology famed for their insatiable libidos that allowed them to survive living among the woodland fae and water nymphs. Robert never had any issue finding willing partners while in college, being one of the better looking guys there. Problem was that he was...if you could believe it...too good in bed. From freshmen to seniors and even a couple rumored teachers, one night with Robert scared them off. This was because they'd end up exhausted and sore by the time he finally came...once.
A squealing June bouncing wildly on his member, Robert thrust furiously, his orgasm painfully intense as the woman gyrated on top of him. Finally she collapsed onto his chest, and he relaxed back onto the bed. June cupped his face, kissing him hungrily then moved to his and shoulders, then chest, kissing and licking her way down till Robert tensed with a groan as she kissed all around his cock that strained to attention. He groaned. She giggled. "June...no teasing!"
June giggled again, grasping him tightly while her tongue swirled over the head. This sense of power was what she lived for. Other than Ruby, all her other partners gave into her so easily, succumbing to her sexual prowess after a single night...or orgasm. Not Robert though, she thought, shifting around and bringing her breasts into play. After a night with him, she was the one that got addicted. Smiling at his groans, June swallowed what her breasts couldn't encompass.
"Oh GOD, Juney. Your boobs. Your mouth. So good...too good!" Robert Newbie panted. He had to be crazy. She had him going crazy. Mags was no slouch in the sack and had incredible stamina, but after just a single orgasm all he could think of right now was fucking June. His dick was definitely fully on her side, quivering wildly in her mouth. He grunted, her lips and teeth coming into play around his tip, her breasts hot and heaving on the shaft. Groaning he sat up and grabbed her shoulders, dragging her up. She resisted for a moment, then let go, rubbing her body against his, enjoying the friction.
"Robert..." June moaned longingly as he pushed her onto her back, Robert now kissing across her body. He swallowed one breast, teeth sawing at the nipple as he sucked hard, while a hand rolled the other boob back and forth. He kissed his way down her belly and beyond June arching again in exquisite pleasure. Se moaned again, a tone of tearing need. "Robert please..."
"I'm going to fuck you now." He growled, kissing the inside of her thigh, relishing the wide eyed look she gave him. Crawling back up her body, Robert's engorged shaft had no problem sliding back into her well lubricated cxnt, June's legs wrapped tightly around his waist. In moments they were pumping against one another hard and fast, holding one another close. So intent were they as June soon cried out once more that the fact they had a voyeur went unnoticed.
*****
Betty sat, mouth agape. It had been a long time since she'd been just an observer in one of these situations and the sight of the swinging tits and fierce grunts of the women had her attention transfixed. Each heavy THUD and meaty SMACK caused the softened orbs to wobble, and flop around before settling back just a little lower on Ashley or Pauline's chest. Despite this the determined pair kept flinging the loose orbs together, slugging it out with a frightening single mindedness.
Their furious back and forth depleted their boobs firmness, causing them to step back, cradling the brutalized orbs with looks of concern and horror. But only for a second, then they lunged back together, flinging their breasts to batter together furiously. Seeming almost panicked in their urgency until they stumbled apart, faces white. Clutching their boobs in agony they staggered apart, taking a minute to collec themselves before wading back in with breasts flailing. This exchange only lasted half a minute before Pauline, then Ashley fell to the carpet.
"Uh, perhaps we should..." Betty started when Pauline grabbed for Ashley, and Ashley's arms flew around Pauline's back, both squeezing mightily. "Call it draw... Yeah, never mind."
Betty had seen this before. And so had Ashley, since her friend had been there when a freshie and a sophmore had fought until both their breasts had been reduced to pudding and a no contest called. Unfortunately Betty had no illusions about trying to step between these two to try and call it off. At this rate they'd...
Moaning loudly, Ashley and Pauline rocked back and forth, sweat drizzling down their overheated frames, needing to regularly reapply their grips on one another. "Hah...had enough, yet!?" Ashley croaked, boobs aching worse than she'd ever felt before.
"Nah...no!" Pauline rasped, gasping pain as Ashley tightened her hold in response. After enduring the several seconds of agony, Pauline returned the favor, shoving her breasts forward and squeezing. "Wanna...quit...now?!"
"No...no...never!!" Ashley wailed, whipping her yellow head back and forth, teeth clenched to avoid screaming. Hands proved to slippery to keep a good grip and the blonde's arms now hung at her side and she resorted to ramming her chest against Pauline's.
Pauline grunted, gasped and finally moaned at the repeated strikes deep into her titflesh, her hands also slipping free. Bodies undulating like well proportioned snakes, they bashed their breasts into one another, or leaned heavily against each other. Leaning in close Betty saw it before Pauline gasped in horror. Eyes shiing with pain and exhaustion, now widened in shock as her boobs began to compress, losing what was left of it's shape as the orbs were pressed together.
While looking at Pauline in sympathy, however, Betty then heard a soft sob from her other friend. Ashley's own expression, rather than being one of relief or victory, was one of disbelief. And looking down again Betty saw why.
Ashley's boobs were pancaking rapidly, as if playing catch-up with Pauline's deflating set. Both whimpered, gave one final weak lunge, falling into one another as both pair tits went flat, collapsing entirely.
"Holy...shit..." Ashley moaned, leaning tiredly against an equally exhausted Pauline. "You...you seein' this...Bets?"
"Couldn't have missed it even if I tried." Betty got off her seat and crawled over to the kneeling women. She gently poked a finger into what remained of Pauline's rack, the Japanese woman moaning deeply. She started to do the same to Ashley, but the blonde flinched away. "Jesus...it's been years since I've seen something like this."
"So that's...what it feels...like..." Pauline groaned, falling back onto her ass, fondling what remained of her breasts with horrified fascination. "Gotta say...not a fan."
"No kidding!" Ashley gently palpated her flaccid rack as if in a dream. "This is even...worse than...than when you an'...and I got into it...Bets."
"Well back then neither of us was coming off a recent fight. Much less a loss." Betty remarked, getting up and moving to the kitchen. Picking up a pair of glasses she reached for a water pitcher, then changed her mind and grabbed a half empty wine bottle. She wandered back into the room to find the two helping each other up. The respect in each other's eyes had only increased after such a fight. She filled the three glasses and held up her own. "Now tell me, Ash. How long're you staying in town?"
*****
Ruby floated in the pool, fully nude, staring up at the darkening sky. Masturbating had done little to solve her frustration and she was loathe to call Max over so soon after their last romp. Might give the kid the idea she was softening on him. But right now even the water felt warm after what she'd observed.
After getting back she'd been in the kitchen making a sandwich when she heard June scream. Nothing new there. Then came the expected manly bellow. Curious now, since she didn't recognize the voice, Ruby finished her tuna on multi grain and stealthily made her way upstairs. "I'm going to fuck you now!" The tone made her shiver involuntarily and she carefully slid the door open.
She had never...seen June act like that. She clung to the man pounding her pussy like he was lifeline, screaming in orgasm and encouragement. His grunts were fierce and animalistic and...to Ruby's shock...completely in control. He...a man...was in total control of June Shallow, who clawed wildly at a back, that was already crisscrossed by older scars.
They rolled and now June rocked her hips faster and faster, bouncing uncontrollably on a prick that seemed to have her going mad. But Ruby barely noticed that, getting a good look at the man under June. His face was contorted in a hideous snarl, but it was still a simple matter to recognize Robert Newbie. June was currently fucking the father of her most common lover. For obvious reasons that bothered Ruby more than the fact that Robert was married.
Married to MAGS Newbie. That thought jumped into her mind when June screeched in another, powerful orgasm, Robert squeezing the cougar's immense breasts and flipping her over once more. Pulling a leg over his shoulder, Robert plowed into June full force, her boobs rebounding violently from the force of their coupling. June HAD to be crazy fucking the husband of a woman that absolutely despised her.
No...not fucking. Getting fucked.
Rolling over slowly and swinging her arms in a steady stroke, Ruby had to admit it. Robert had fucked June within an inch of her life, which was why the mature was currently in bed, asleep with a wide smile on her cum covered face. It was only after she'd called for mercy, begging for him to cum inside her that Robert had grabbed her face, pulled her in a biting kiss and finally let go. June's scream from his cum filling her was what Ruby had always imagined she'd hear from the older woman when she finally beat her. Not yet done, Robert scooted up her stomach and manipulated her tits around his dick. Ruby felt her legs go weak at his size, at least nine inches.
Moaning, June bent her head forward to his lick and kiss the head as it came within range, her lover's grunts becoming more and more profuse and June's moans matching his pitch as Robert squeezed her boobs and pinched her nipples. June screamed one last time, milk gushing from her nipples and Robert groaned shortly after, spurting his seed across June's boobs, face and into her hair.
Seeing him roll off her Ruby quickly ducked into another room to avoid being seen. Shortly after she heard the creak of the door and she peeked out again. His steps were a bit unsteady, but overall he just looked like the cat that ate the canary.
"Maybe I should've tried my luck." Ruby muttered, imagining that cock in her and considering whether or not she could've done better. She completed two laps of the pool, still thinking about it when she heard a car in the driveway. Couple minutes later the bell rang. She called out. "In the back!"
Seeing who it was Ruby felt a Cheshire grin spread across her face and she pulled herself out of the water to sit on the tiled edge. Bob Newbie looked around curiously, obviously looking for June, then focused on the redhead. Ruby gave a low chuckle at the question behind his eyes.
"She's not feeling too well, champ." she said, kicking her feet and swaying her upper body. "Sleeping off some flu she caught."
While his face fell, another part of him was rising and Ruby smirked at the slowly rising tent in his pants. To his credit he didn't appear put out by her nudity or blatant stare. And locking eyes with her, he coolly removed his shirt and pants, kicking off his shoes. "In that case, do you mind if I join you? Wouldn't want this to be a wasted trip."
"Why not," she replied, diving back into the water. Swimming strongly she saw the splash and his undulating form coming towards her. They met in the middle, His prick trapped between their bellies, holding on tight to one another. "I'm sure the two of us can find some way to pass the time."
*****
In the kitchen back home Robert poured himself a drink, sipping it carefully, thinking about what June told him.
"You...and Mags?" He repeated hoarsely, trying will down the erection in his pants.
"Oh yes!" June chuckled, pressing a finger to the tent, nudging it gently. "Mags hasn't told you? How she came here the first time I seduced your son. How we fought here in this very room and ended up other there in the foyer."
"No...no, she failed to mention that." Robert needed a second to think. It was hard with all the blood rushing to his lower head. "Guessing since Bob has been a regular with you I don't need to guess the winner."
"Would you like a play by play?" June whispered, leaning in closer, both hands now running around his painfully trapped erection. "It was closer than you think. And lots of our fights were personal events after all, with you as the only spectator."
"June...what do you...want." Robert growled, grabbing her hands. It would've been more serious if he wasn't staring down her cleavage while doing so. He was going to fuck her, he decided. That was no longer a question. So all that remained was what else she wanted out of him.
"First I want you." She stated openly, staring hard at him. "Second...I want you to ensure Mags doesn't back out."
"And why would she? I imagine she's looking forward to it as much as you."
"Because I'm going to want stakes." June leaned in more, pressing her ample chest into him. "And I think you can guess what it'll be."
"You...you're going...to..." Robert groaned, at his limit. He shot upright, fighting to undo his pants. June quickly came to his aid and once it and his boxers were on the floor, her mouth went to work. She devoured as much as she could, fingers rapidly stroking what remained at the base. They...
Robert shook his head, pouring another glass and tossing it back quickly. "Focus!" He reminded himself. What June was asking was crazy. Back in college it was common for there to be stakes in the girl's fights. Many relationships were ruined, developed or expanded due to this. He himself, found that he was often caught between June and Mags after sleeping with both. On multiple occasion he's show up for a date with one, only for the other to be the one that showed.
Even if he could rely on June to not mention what happened today, Bob would have his confidence shaken if his lover demanded a night with his father if she won. His trail of thought was broken when he heard the door open and slam shut. Moving around the counter Mags gave a startled yelp at seeing him. "Ro...Robert? Ahem...drinking early tonight."
"Had some things to think about," he shrugged, studying his wife. She was red in the face and eyes were glassy. "Far as I can see you're damn lucky James or Nancy didn't see you. At least I waited to get home before drinking."
"Had a meet up with Fatima." Mags waved her hand carelessly. "She wanted to know if everything was kosher between our families after the breakup. We talked and had some drinks before I left."
"Fatima, huh?" Robert thought to himself, eyes dipping across his wife's full figure. "Are you trying to build up your own clique in preparation my dear..."
"You're staring Robert." Mags frowned. "Oh no...please tell me he's back home. Bobby..."
"He's a big boy Maggie," Robert caught her arm as she tried to rush towards the bedrooms. "Let him make his own mistakes. Besides...it'd be criminal not to take advantage of all the alone time."
"You're a horndog, Robert Newbie!" Mags grumped, but a smile appeared on her face and she let him pull her into a hug and kiss. "But that was one of my turn ons."
Robert grinned, letting her pull him to their bedroom. He'd gotten his answer. After years together he could tell his wife's chest felt smaller...deflated...now as opposed to last night. But he didn't let that distract him. He at least owed Mags a night like the day he gave June.
*****
The sun slowly set on another day in Riverview. Many found themselves in similar situations as the previous.
Brian found himself pulled inside and greeted enthusiastically by Betty as he got home. Dragged upstairs he found Pauline in the process of scissoring an attractive tanned blonde. While he couldn't speak for said blonde, the realization of what he'd missed from Pauline's much smaller rack had his manhood at full extension. With help from Betty he quickly disrobed and let himself be guided onto the bed.
Separating, Paulie and blonde trapped his prick between their legs, Brian beginning to thrust softly, the feeling of their clits on either side of his prick, maddeningly arousing. As the girls began to pump their hips with increasing urgency of their own, Brian's vision was obscured by Betty's treasure and, smelling her intense musk, his tongue went to work. Loud, desperate cries filled the room and house for another night, a new voice joining the familiar three.
At the Shallow mansion June still slept deeply. Meanwhile Ruby and Bob still coupled furiously, the redhead matching her expertise with the young man's seeming insatiability. They'd moved from the pool to the living room, Bob's powerful thrusts driving them across the carpet.
The burns only fueled Ruby's volatility and she bit his lips, tasting blood, while her clawed hands left red runs across the Bob's back.
Like Mag's, Fatima's arousal had not been sated by their brief after fight trib and Vadim found himself surprised, though not disappointed by his wife's sudden need.
Finding himself alone, and too proud to be the one to seek out Ruby, Max visited the local Grind. There he hit it off with the older of the Lin sisters, Roxie. Like him, she was looking for someone to pass the night with. Declaring his car too cramped, Roxie pulled him into her own wagon and they drove off a couple of miles for privacy.
*****
<Appaloosa Plains>
The concert had been another rousing success. The rustic feel of the horse ranches and wide open fields was a novelty to Lola Belle, but her fans seemed to enjoy the open air and clear skies of her show. And Lola herself breathed deeply of the clear and clean air, letting it relax her.
Then she quickly got bored and returned to the private abode she'd been assigned for this part of her tour, where another way of relieving her boredom awaited her.
The room was dimly lit and the curtain pulled close. This was to avoid shadows as there were always paparazzi about. Five dobermans patrolled the yard to ensure no one got adventurous enough to hear anything coming from upper rooms of the two story building. This might seem excessive, but Lola Belle and Honey Darnell were both famous enough to warrant the care. After all, neither would want word of their altercation getting out.
Upon entering Lola exchanged a smoldering stare with Honey, both women having been looking forward to this since her tour's announcement. The city pop star and the country Western star. As the guest, Lola casually unclipped the girdle covering her breasts, flinging it to the side even as she stepped out of her mini skirt, leaving on the stockings. Honey gave an appreciative whistle at the sight of Lola's gorgeous globes and trim, muscular body, in honest admiration. Double Ds, perfectly spherical and situated high on her chest, topped off by dark chocolate nipple, they possessed just enough hang to demonstrate their naturalness. They might be about to fight, but there was nothing personal behind it.
This was just business. A ritual you might say, when one star stepped into another's territory.
Rising off the bed where she'd been sitting, Honey pulled off her blue top and wriggled from her jeans. A muted snap and her bra floated to the ground. It was Lola's turn to admire the mouthwatering sight. Every bit as large as her own, Honey's boobs were similar in shape with a thick pink spike situated in the middle of a surprisingly small areola. While her belly was flat, Honey's body carried a lushness that gave it a fuller appearance than Lola's. A fullness the black woman could appreciate. On a whim, Lola pulled off her panties, tossing them onto the bed. The meaning was obvious and Honey smiled widely, repeating the gesture. Quickly, the two eager boob battlers rushed forward.
That was more than half an hour ago.
Careful to stay away from the windows the two slinky, voluptuous and nude music stars pounded their ample glands together with gleeful abandon. Fighting with their treasured double Ds, the beautiful Honey beat her ivory boobs relentlessly against gorgeous Lola's ebony tits.
Swaying back and forth on the carpet Honey and Lola fought with a mixture of cautious skill, clear experience and ready violence. Blows were aimed with the intent to cause as much pain as possible, inch long pink and pitch black nipples coming into play often as well. After almost forty minutes of continuous boob on boob wrestling and boxing both attractive starlets were beginning to tire. At the end of a vicious exchange that saw Honey wince and stumble back. Hazel eyes glared into mocking blue and the pair began to circle.
Strutting round and around the pair flaunted their tits at one another, daring her opponent to make the next move. Both clearly tired, but also prepared to continue, and perfectly confident in the outcome. As if to the point, Honey planted her feet, waving the black woman forward. Nostrils flaring, Lola marched up to Honey, boobs crashing together the second she got into range. Flat footed they hammered the contrasting tits together with the aim to finish the fight.
Pounding the yielding glands together remorselessly in bruising impacts that, five minutes later, began to garner results. Cries, once muted, rose in volume to pained squeals and frantic yelps. Long, shapely and beautiful legs shook with each boob collision, threatening to give out. Makeup ran from the sweat covering the sexy frames that wriggled and shifted rapidly.
Honey panted, short hair sticking to her face as she struggled to keep up with Lola's seeming limitless endurance and rapid boob blows. The sheen of sweat covering her had the tired blonde all but glowing in the dim lighting. Honey grimaced, teeth clenching as Lola kept pounding, pounding, her dense monsters against her perfect tits. Honey's lips pulled back in a sneer, a hefty blow seemingly stunning Lola. Time to teach this city girl a lesson!
Lola gasped heavily, back muscles beginning to burn from the rapid torso twists. Almost a shadow in the dimly lit room, anyone coming in from the light would struggle to make out anything but her hair, red lips and white teeth. A soft whine whistled out from between those teeth, Lola staggering slightly from Honey's heavy boobs hammering into her own babies relentlessly. The cowgirl clearly lived up to her reputation, Lola decided, a smug smile building on her face.
A welcome change from the disappointing Sadie Mason over in Starlight Shores.
The meaty sound of their boobs beating together took on a musical tone for the two women. Skilled at their art, in a battle as close as this they could tell who's boobs got the better of an exchange from the sound of the contending udders and the urgent cries they induced.
A vicious exchange where Lola gained an edge, smashing the whimpering Honey back over the course of several blows.
And wild flurry where Lola winced repeatedly and whined in frustration as Honey battered her boobs to and fro.
Blinking rapidly, eyes shining with unshed tears, both musicians stumbled often now, only the impact of their hurled mammaries preventing them from falling to the carpet. Even now the breast blows were brutal and efficient, taut orbs flattening horrendously with each impact. Neither could take much more and it finally came down to which would commit to a final, crushing blow.
Honey was one to commit.
With a desperate scream, the pale blonde flung her swollen gland against Lola's without restraint, orbs molding, rolling together as they attempted to fill the same space. Lola stumbled back on wobbling legs after that terrible, accurate blow to her flopping teats, a guttural moan sputtering past her lips as she swayed.
And collapsed to her knees on the carpet.
However, such a blow left Honey unbalanced and her legs wobbled, struggling to keep her upright. Struggled and failed as, moaning loudly her legs gave out and she fell to the floor. Once more face to face the dazed blondes stared stupidly at one another until a desperate Lola, still unwilling to give up, grabbed Honey.
Shouting in outrage, Honey threw her own arms around Lola, bellies slapping together as they thrust and ground their punished boobs together anew. Twisting as they shoved their tits together, the pair overbalanced and fell onto their sides. Arms tightened and legs entwined as they rocked violently, the contending breasts squashed between them with nowhere to go but forward. Groaning tortuously the determined blondes rolled slowly back and forth across the room, mashing their breasts together and squealing in effort.
"Give up!" Honey gasped, fighting to keep Lola under her. The tough black woman squeezed hard, tilting them to the side and Honey thrust furiously at her, trying to penetrate the dense, seemingly impenetrable titflesh pushing against her boobs. "Fucking...smash you..."
"Gonna...crush you..." Lola groaned hoarsely. It had been years since she'd faced a woman with tits this powerful. Even when forced under her, Honey crushed their breasts together, no intimidated in the least by her inferior position. Head thrown back, Lola shouted, grinding her teats against Honey's the white woman bellowing as they rocked and she finally toppled them onto their side. "Cowgirl...give up!"
Over and over they went, groaning, cursing and yelling. The danger of being heard the farthest things from their minds now. The only things that mattered to each woman was to mash, thrust and pump her tits against those of her rival and to avoid being held under her, while aiming to pin her. Minute after minute passed and their movements became slower, rolling in fits and starts, breathing heavier until they finally came to a rest near the queen sized bed.
Writhing in bosomy torment the starlets, wrapped up even tighter, crushing arms and squeezing legs, and shoved their thickly flattened boobs into each other with vicious thrusts. They cried out in angry pain at the brutal deadlock of their battered and aching boobs.
Three minutes passed as they lay together, squeezing mightily, squashing their breasts with powerful pumps that had the ample flesh jiggling. At four minutes Lola gave a frantic squeal, her shoulders tipping slightly. Honey's grunts became more aggressive and she pumped her boobs with renewed vigor. But with a desperate cry, Lola forced them back onto an even footing, thrusting back as hard with fear driven energy.
Honey kept up her efforts, snarling into Lola's wide eyed face, expecting her aggression to be rewarded. Two minutes later, however, her lips formed a shocked O as Lola struck back, the muscles in her back becoming more defined and Honey felt herself being toppled. Thrusting furiously Honey gushed hot breath across Lola's face, arching her back, pale breasts pushing back against the black woman's monsters until they were even once more.
A minute later though, Honey's cries once again took on a desperate edge, and Lola's forceful as the long haired blonde began tipping over the short haired. Glaring hard into the other's slitted blue eyes, Honey gave a ferocious growl and her breasts bulged back out powerfully, pushing them back even and almost reversing their situation before Lola thrust back energetically.
Abandoning any thoughts of saving energy both busty musicians exerted themselves. Straining for all they were worth to finally force this issue between them. Blue eyes remained locked with hazel as arms tensed, crushing each other. There was little hostility there. Mostly an increasing respect from being pushed this far. They began to rock, slowly at first, then with increasing violence as the advantage swapped between them rapidly.
"NNGAAHHHHHH!!" Lola screamed shoving her breasts with all she had.
"YYEEAARGGHHHH!!" Honey screeched, ramming her boobs with what she had left.
The screams, like their titfight, went on and on. Voices becoming hoarse as they trailed off. But at the end, one trailed off in a decidedly frantic pitch. Their rocking, instead of shifting between both sides, now seemed to favor one, with the seemingly stronger woman often halting the other at their apex. It became increasingly apparent that one woman was beginning to dominate, despite the other's best efforts.
Her cries and screams became more desperate, her writhing less controlled at the realization. Meanwhile the other's shouts and squeals were increasingly violent and assertive, the powerful pumping of her breasts actually moving them across the carpet.
She kept fighting furiously, desperately, trying to ride out her rival's powerful thrusts. Both pair of breasts remained unbelievably even, pulsing and trembling in the effort to overpower each other. They were equals. In a straight up titfight the likely outcome would've been a draw. But with gravity on one's side...
Lola and Honey mashed and pounded their magnificent tits together with insane energy. One trying to stave off defeat, the other aiming for victory. And with momentum behind her...Lola gradually forced Honey's shoulders to the ground. The short haired blonde wailed now, in pain and anger, as Lola used her entire body to thrust her breasts against Honey's. The impacts had the black woman's massive boobs piling onto pale, and unyielding, huge glands of her rival.
Honey screamed defiantly, pushing up as best she could, hissing at Lola who snarled back, faces covered by the latter's scraggly long hair. With a sudden surge, Lola was free from Honey's grip, her sweaty, numb hands unable to maintain a grip. Quickly she grabbed the other woman's dark shoulders, pushing her away, but Lola responded just as quickly, unlatching her own and grabbing Honey's by the wrist.
It was strength that mattered now, and even without the defined muscles of her arms, Lola slowly forced Honey's down due to simply leverage. She tensed and...
"No..." The word was whispered. Not begging, or demanding. Just a word spoken with grudging acceptance. Resignation was on Honey's face as she looked up at Lola. "Del...delivered enough bombs to...to not want to be on...the receiving end. I quit."
"Oh thank God..." Lola gasped, collapsing on top of Honey, both women holding one another now in a gentle embrace, rather than a combatitive one. "Your tits're one of the...toughest I've ever had...had to go up against. You're wasted out here, girl."
Honey chuckled lightly, brushing aside the hair, stuck to Lola's face. The mood immediately changed as she brushed moist, pink lips against bright red. The black woman grinned and returned the peck, flicking a tongue at her nose. Legs untangled and Honey's opened, giving Lola easy access as the two began to rock again. This time causing pleasure rather than pain.
*****
Lola shot awake, sitting upright in a sleepy daze, unsure of what woke her. Muttering to herself she lay back down, reaching for her bedmate, only to find the spot empty. Still warm, so she hadn't left long, Lola rolled over and glanced at her phone, seeing one new message.
I'll be in touch about a rematch. This time I won't follow you down!
Lola lay back and began to laugh. Then her expression turned thoughtful. Rising off the bed, she threw on a robe and tapped away a response and a number.
If you feel the urge to fight someone worthwhile hit up the number here. Tell the woman who answers I sent you. She'll understand.
Smirking, Lola strutted out of the bedroom and into the main hall. Her current boytoy Kai Leiko sat watching the television. He glanced over at her, a sour look on his face before turning away.
She grinned. No doubt he expected to take part in last nights post fight activities. Out on the deck her personal trainer, Moxie Logan, rose out of a chair, following her to the massage table. Dropping the robe, Lola dropped herself onto the table and rolled onto her back.
"So was she all you expected?" Moxie asked, rubbing oil into her hands.
"That and more, Mox." Lola sighed. "Came damn close to beating me. Damn close. Never been one to rely on luck, but damn if I didn't get lucky."
"And yet your boobs are still in beautiful shape." The darkly tanned brunette mused, gently palpating the thick mounds, warm hands working around the base before working their way up, then back down again. "Honey accepted my offer of a massage before she left and her breasts, too, were quite exceptional. I had a hard time believing they were actually natural."
"She's got a pair of wrecking balls, no doubt." Lola's voice deepened as Moxie's magic fingers flowed from her breasts, to belly and beyond. "I was just better conditioned from all your training session. I could tell from how softer she was. But if it came down to just tit to tit I think it'd be up in the air. Hell, I think we'd have flattened each other before finding a winner."
"Hmmm. Now that would've been something to see. Roll over." Moxie's fingers now probed deeply, working on her shoulders and back, going down past her glutes and kneading along Lola's inner and outer thighs. "She seemed very relaxed, all things considered. Not many of your victims accept my offer of a massage to ease away any discomfort before leaving."
"She's a professional...like me." Lola gritted out, the initial probing painful, but slowly eased becoming quite pleasurable as Moxie moved to her calves, and finally feet. " And enjoys a good fight...like me. Can only think of a few others like that. And only one I'm looking forward to."
"The Riverview woman, with the daughter Pauline is quite fond of. You're not thinking of..."
"Heh, you know me well Mox." Lola grinned, sitting up, and wringing her arms, now free of kinks. "Dunno if she'll take up my offer, but I hope so. Even if Faye's tits are still the boulders I remember, I doubt she could keep up with me in a fight. Honey should provide her with some inspiration."
"Or scare her off." Moxie pointed out, drying her hands. "You haven't been in touch for decades. And having a daughter could've changed her dramatically."
"Well, we'll see one way or another." Lola shrugged, blowing her friend a kiss. "But I doubt a woman like Faye'd let herself go completely. It gets in your blood, and becomes a part of you. That's why I've never stopped."
"You also never lose."
"Oh I've lost before." Lola turned and flopped backwards into the pool, diving to the bottom and springing back up so rest on the edge. The smile she shot Moxie made the woman shiver. "It was something I thought maybe Honey could repeat. The sex after Faye busted up my tits...best I've ever had. And I want a repeat. Wanna have a go Mox?"
Moxie Logan sank into a squat and flicked her employer and best friend's forehead hard enough to leave a small bruise. "We've been over this. I don't swing that way." She smirked. "You'll have to accept there's someone you can't seduce, Lolly. I'll send out Kai. Might not be much, but it is why you keep him around."
Lola sighed and floated onto her back, letting the water carry her. The thought of fighting Honey again was enough to excite her but, still, it was just an appetizer. Fighting Faye again after all these years...if she thought the woman was in shape she'd risk ducking out of the tour and rushing to Riverview for a quickie.
Hopefully Honey would take the bait. She'd be the ideal match for Fatima. Because unlike Moxie, Lola knew that losing to a woman of that caliber...unless she'd changed so dramatically as to be unrecognizable...would light a fire under Faye. That woman hated losing, and it was that determination that made her so dangerous in a fight.
"Four more months," she whispered to herself, smiling, reaching down between her legs. In her mind she was already in Riverview with a Fatima from twenty years ago. Trying to destroy one another's tits before destroying a bed with violent sex.
By the time Kai dove into the pool, Lola was already hot and ready and the young man quickly found himself overwhelmed by his meal ticket's ardor.
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