[Janine_G]

Part One:

Absurd wealth breeds a remarkably insular society.  The private school graduated roughly 40 students each year, and those students either went on to being trust fund babies, immediately into family businesses or into one of a few elite schools for collegiate education.  These were people who flew only on private jets, never drove their own vehicle, never cooked their own meals, summered in the Hamptons, wintered in Vail, Aspen or the Swiss/Italian Alps and largely didn't know the realities of the world.  That said, young people are young and they behave in the ways expected of young.  They can be catty and mean, aggressive and bullish.

Rose Merriweather Baxton Rogers was now 21 years old.  She had been dating B. Christian Montalvo III for almost three years.  He was a ripped, stunning young man with an insatiable sexual appetite that barely kept up with Rose's.  Rose had always thought of herself as "sexually adventurous".  Some of the haters in school had called her a slut. 

She was a stunning brunette with a body that was the envy of nearly every woman she encountered.  Her "sexually adventurous" reputation had been sealed with a reported evening when she had done not a threesome, but a foursome with three male classmates who she had fucked to exhaustion.  The young woman had developed at a young age, and was the youngest of three sisters.  She learned to use her sexuality early and had lost her virginity by choice at the age of 14.  She had never looked back.  She had never met a man who she couldn't dominate sexually, until Jackson Reginald Whitaker.  Jack Whitaker was a stud by all accounts.  The rumor was that his cock was the size of a yougn woman's forearm.  He favored fucking older girls, usually those not in attendance at the fancy private school and he was a year older than Rose.  But Rose needed to bed the stud, needed to tame him, and he was interested in Rose.  And so they dated and flirted and then the fateful night occurred.  Rose and Jack ended up in Rose's pool house, her favorite place to bed her prey, and they fucked.  Well, the night was sex-fueled battle between the two young people more than a simple fucking, and in the end, to her shock and surprise, Rose was pushed beyond her limits, stretched beyond what she had ever handled and acutally was forced to "tap out."  Jack had lived up to his reputation in size and stamina and in the end, Rose had as well, but alas, there can only be one "winner" and Jack Whitaker had bested Rose Rogers.  That is not to say that Jack was disappointed, quite to the contrary, he felt that he had met his equal and he and Rose continued their relationship after that fateful night. 

Enter Rose Morgan Halliwell.  A transfer student who had been dismissed from her own elite school after reports of her sleeping with not one, but two of her teachers had surfaced.  The fact that she had also been sleeping with the female headmistress was covered up and the reason that she had landed at a new school without difficulty.  Rose was a stunning blonde as striking as Rose Rogers.  She had a similar reputation to Rose Rogers and enjoyed cultivating that reputation.  She was a year younger than Rose Rogers and while that would otherwise be trivial, she rapidly began fucking her way through all of the young men in the school, including many in Rose Rogers's class, all of whom she had fucked as well and the rumors started that Rose Halliwell might be more sexually aggressive than the OG Rose herself.  Needless to say, as catty young women do, the two Rose's became false friends and quick frenemies.  They flirted with each other, they kissed publicly to entertain the masses they did things that would make others jealous but they never challenged each other behind a closed door. 

They both knew that day would come though.

And then Rose Halliwell did something that no one every thought she would and that would change the dynamics in their school until the day she graduated. 

She fucked Jack Whitaker.

And unlike Rose Rogers, Rose Halliwell took all that Jack Whitaker had to offer and then bested him, leaving him tapping out himself.  She had bested the man who had bested Rose Rogers, and it took only days for the entire school to learn of it.

Rose Rogers of course immediately broke up with Jack Whitaker, as any self-respecting woman would and cut off her "friendship" with Rose Halliwell.  They became vicious enemies.  Whitaker and Halliwell became an item and Rogers quickly took up with Christian Montalvo, who had been pining after her for years. 

Ultimately, the two couples stayed together as they graduated and while the hallways always whispered of an impending conflict between the two Roses, the truth was that neither woman chose to pursue that.  Instead, they steered clear of one another.

The problem was that the world of absurd wealth is insular.  And Jack and Christian were friends. 

And Jack and Christian were boys. 

And they saw an opportunity.

And so it was that the "War of the Roses" as it would be forever called in the socialite circles that only the very few would ever move about in, occurred....

[brick1960]

Awesome start to another great story by you. 

[tommyfighter]

Great buildup!

[Janine_G]

The two couples ended up at the huge Hamptons summer estate of Jack Whitaker.  The boys had convinced the two Roses to have a sexual battle, but the two Roses had conspired to make it a titfight and then a sexfight, to truly prove who the alpha was.  What no one knew was that the entire plan would unravel eventually.  And so the Roses had instructed the two boyfriends to take a seat in the large foyer, where the events would begin.  Rose Rogers walked in, her heels clacking on the marble floor, her dark hair cascading over a long black sheath that hugged her curves.  Her make up was overdone deliberately and her sneer was truly sinister.    Rose Halliwell followed seconds later, wearing a cropped form fitting white top and skirt separate, her high heels keeping rhythm on the marble as well.  No words were exchanged.  She stared quietly at Rose Rogers as they removed their dresses quietly. 

They looked at the men as they stripped seductively, revealing their large breasts.  It was obvious to all, as if it wasn't known before, that the younger blonde had larger breasts. 

As if to state and address the obvious, Rose Rogers purred, "Bigger isn't always better, boys..."  They now stood in just lace thongs, Rogers in black and Halliwell in white.  Their nipples were erect and throbbing as they slinked towards one another.  They were of similar height and weight so their breasts aligned as they now stared directly into one another's eyes and their nipples touched.  They pressed their bodies into each other, keeping their arms behind their backs.  Immediately, they leaned in hard. Both women winced as their breasts were compressed between them and they began to push each other back and forth on the marble floor, their feet unsteady in the heels.

They began to flush and breathe harder as they pushed against each other with an intensity that could be felt by the boys as they watched the two women struggle against one another using their breasts.  As it seemed to be evolving into a stalemate, and sweat broke out on each woman's body, Rogers suddenly lurched forward and drove Halliwell off balance and onto her ass. 

"YES BITCH!" squawked Rogers as Halliwell, stunned with hurt pride, leapt to her feet and slammed her massive tits into Rogers.  The two began smashing their bodies together with loud smacks, each woman grunting with each blow and wincing in pain at the same time.  They smashed their breasts together repeatedly as they worked to punish and dominate their foe.  Both women began to squeak and whimper with each blow as they seemed to increase the intensity with which they smashed into one another.  The smacks got louder as did their yelps of pain and grunts of exertion. 

A particularly heavy blow set Rose Rogers off balance and Rose Halliwell off balance lurching forward on top of her.  The two women crashed to the floor with Halliwell on top of Rogers.  Furious, Rogers pushed Halliwell off of her and the two got to their feet.  Rogers launched into an aggressive smashing of her big breasts into the blonde's larger chest and despite tears streaming down the brunette's face, mostly out of frustration more than anything else, she drove the blonde to her knees,  head fallen with her chin on her chest as she whimpred quietly, teras silently dripping for her heavily made up eyes. 

"Get up, Rose..." hissed Rogers.

Halliwelll shook her head no.  "You win, you fucking bitch, your tits beat mine.  You fucking hurt me.  I'm done with the titfight.  I'm gonna fuck your fucking brains out."

"Doubt it, bitch, I'm gonna own you."

Halliwell got to her feet, wiping her cheeks.  "We'll see, cxnt." she said, as she walked over to Jackson and kissed him on the mouth. 

"Don't worry baby, she's about to see what a real woman fucks like." she taunted.

[Janine_G]

Part III

The blonde turned and sneered and Rogers, who was standing near Christian.  The stunning man was sitting in an overstuffed arm chair sipping bourbon as the brunette shimmied out of her lacy thong.  Halliwell allowed Whitaker to pull hers gently over her wide hips as she swayed seductively in front of him.  The couples had laid out several thick blankets on the floor and the two women strutted over to them, never taking their eyes off one another.  The men imagined or perhaps it was real, that both women's nipples, despite just finishing a titfight, were throbbing.  The blonde had a pencil-thin strip of pubic her rising from her throbbing clit, the brunette's was a bit thicker.  Their pussies were visibly moist.  Each woman breathed deeply as they circled each other and then got down on their knees and moved towards each other.

As if choreographed, they moved their bodies together, embraced and engaged in a passionate kiss.  Their tongues plunged into the other woman's mouth and their bodies met as their hair became entangled and they fell to the floor and began to roll about, side to side, first one on top and then the other.

Rose Rogers felt the warmth and power of Rose Halliwell's pussy instantly and knew what it was that had allowed her to handle Jack Whitaker.  She also knew that she was as good as the blonde, and felt that her experience would allow her to best her. 

Rose Halliwell was impressed at Rogers's power and the strength of her clit as the sexual stimulation began.  She knew that she was the better woman despite losing the titfight and was focused on dominating the older brunette. 

They began to grind their pelvises together their breathing quickening as their mouths began to get sloppy, warm saliva escaping from betwen them as they probed one another.  Their hands massaged the back of the other woman as they clenched their buttocks and pressed their breasts firmly together.  The two women gasped as their powerful pussies gripped or sucked on the other's labia and their clits battled. 

Halliwell held the top position for a few seconds as Rogers gasped and arched her back.  Halliwell purred as Rogers slid a finger into her foe's pussy, now soaking wet.  Her sexual juices, like Halliwell's were now overflowing and dripping onto her inner thighs and down into the crevice of her buttocks into her asshole.  It was stimulating.  Halliwell pulled her hair firmly but gently and then nipped her plump bottom lip.  The stimulation caused the brunette to wince and grimace then moan with pleasure. 

The gyrating and thrusting became more intense and rapid as the two women allowed friction to work between them and their sexual intensity built to a rising crescendo. 

Rogers rolled on top and then took a second finger and slipped it into Halliwell's asshole.  The blonde gasped loudly and arched.  She then moaned, "ohhhh gawd....jeezus..." and to everyone's surprise, the blonde came first.

It began with her clenching her teeth and then a high-pitched squeal.  Her body tensed and then she arched her back more.  Rogers forced her fingers in deeper as the blonde began to tremble.  She whsipered in her ear, "Cum for me, bitch.."

"noooooo..." moaned the blonde as she twisted slightly and then wrapped her legs around the brunette's hips.  "YESSSS..." directed the brunette as she thrust harder...

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh motherFUCKER!" screamed the blonde as her body began to spasm wildly.

"One for me, my slutty whore..." taunted the brunette, but the blonde suddenly lurched forward and rolled, claiming the top position and beginning to thrust wildly.

The brunette matched her thrust for thrust at first, but began to gasp and moan as the blonde's pussy began to engulf hers and stimulate her in a way she had never experienced.  It was the blonde's turn to whisper in the brunette's ear, "Who's the bitch now, Rose?" And Rose Rogers screamed in wild, bucking orgasm as a massive climax washed over her body.  Rose Halliwell shifted position to a cowgirl and began to gyrate wildly as she pressed her hands down onto Rogers's tits, holding the brunette down and massaging the big orbs for stimulation as she brought the brunette to two wild, bucking, psychotically intense sexual climaxes. 

"Three to one bitch!" yelled Halliwell, "Who's fucking who know, you hag?  I'm gonna own you!"

"FUCK YOU ROSE!" screamed the brunette, gasping, "Come down and fuck me like a woman," she rattled, trying to pull the blonde back down on top of her...

to be continued.... (Part III)

[Janine_G]

But as strong as the brunette was, the blonde had outmatched her, as the history with Jack Whitaker had predicted and while Rose Rogers tugged at her blonde assailant, Rose Halliwell maintained her dominant position and fucked Rose Rogers harder than anyone ever had before.  Rose Rogers was drenched in sweat as she tried to both bring the blonde closer and match her sexual energy.  Halliwell's pussy was and her clit was sending shockwaves through her body as the blonde fucked her brains out. 

She was good though and she fucked the blonde back, despite being in the submissive position.   She thrust as best she could as the younger blonde ground her down through sheer strength and persistence.  The fourth orgasm erupted from deep in her core.  She screamed uncontrollably as her body convulsed and then she bucked so wildly that Halliwell fell from her perch just as Rogers squirted all over herself.  The men watching erupted with cheers as the brunette's massive orgasm ravaged her body.  The blonde had rolled to her hands and knees, snickering with glee as she saw what she had done to the brunette.  Rose Rogers was determined not to lose though and she rolled and met the blonde and the two women embraced and struggled with one another again, with Rogers sliding a hand down to the blonde's pussy and skillfully stimulating her to an orgasm.  Not to be outdone, the blonde slipped not one, but four fingers, nearly her entire fist, into the brunette's gaping pussy, her vagina having been ravaged by the sexual assault her opponent had delivered.  Rogers jerked violently as the blonde physically assaulted her and the two women continued to manually stimulate each other.  Halliwell placed her thumb firmly on to Rogers's throbbing clit but it was not enough to bring Rogers to another orgasm, instead, the blonde came again, as Rogers's skilled fingers and her own sensitivity to manual stimulation forced her to yield again.  Suddenly the two women broke apart, exhausted and gasping for breath.

"I brought a toy..." gasped Halliwell.... "Made especially for this..."

"Get it" huffed Rogers, "Get it and let's see who the better woman is."

The blonde crawled on all fours to the chair where Jack Whitaker sat.   She rifled through the bag sitting next to him.  She removed an enormous double-dildo. 

"I had this molded to Jack's cock, which is why it's so enormous, but you tried that once, didn't you, my slut?" Rose Halliwell taunted.

"Bring it and let's see who tried what, bitch..." snorted Rogers.  But a little part of her was nervous. 

"I think we are lubed enough, don't you?" asked the blonde. 

The brunette nodded and moved into a crab-like position.  The blonde maneuvered in front of her and inserted the cock inside of her pussy and then allowed the brunette to do the same.  There was a round disc-like central hub on it. 

"The hub vibrates when pressure is applied smiled the blonde."

"Excellent" smiled the brunette, wincing almost imperceptibly as the cock slid inside of her, depsite having nearly been fisted a few moments earlier....she clenched her strong vaginal muscles around the phallus as did the blonde. 

"Shall we?" asked the blonde.

"Oh yes, let's." said the brunette.

And with a mutual grunt, the two women grit their teeth, steeled their faces and arched their hips forward and upward.  The cock bowed instantly.  It didn't budge.  They both gyrated slightly and shfited.  They whimpered as they worked to drive the cock into their opponent's vagina.  Their buttocks trembled, their thighs strained and their faces flushed.  It was a momentary stalemate.

"uuunnnnggghhh...."

"Ooooohhhh...."

"FFFFFfffuuck..."

"Sssshhiiit..."

"Give you mother fucker...."

"Yield you whore...."

"arrrrggghhhhh!!!!"

"Nnooooo!!!"

"Yesssss!"

"FFFUCCK"

The cock first plunged to the hilt into Rogers's pussy but then immediately all the way into the blonde's.  The two women rolled about, the intensity of their battle changing dramatically as they screamed wildly, hyperstimulated by the vibrating disc and the massive cock buried deep inside of them..  Their vaginal muscles had been overpowered by their device and their foe and they began to fuck each other's brains out.  They both came several times as their bodies waged a war that neither had ever experienced.  They groaned and gasped as they fingered each other's ass and pounded their pelvises togther, each thrust causing vibration that sent cataclysmic waves of stimulation raging through their lithe bodies. 

They rolled about on the floor, hair enterwined, mouths pressed togther, their breasts crushed between them.  Covered in sweat they began to physically pull at one another and claw at the back and buttocks of their foe.  The blonde screamed wildly as a massive orgasm washed over her body.  She almost pissed herself though no one else knew.

"GIVE YOU BITCH!!! GIVE YOU KNOW I'M BETTER!"  she screamed at the brunette in an effort to convince her opponent that the orgasm she had just yielded was not affecting her.

"YOU JUST EXPLODED, ASSHOLE!  YOU'RE LOSING!! ADMIT IT BEFORE YOUR VAGINA RUPTURES AND YOUR UTERUS FALLS OUT!"  but as she finished her retort, Rose Rogers exploded in a massive orgasm herself, and moaned, "oh god..noooo....my fucking pussy....give up you blonde skank, give up...."  but there was little confidence behind the demand as the blonde rolled on top and they began to fuck again, rolling over and over back and forth.

The two women continued to fuck.  Neither man could tell who was winning, but the women knew.  The blonde was, in fact, winning the sex fight.  Her pussy was simply stronger and she was slowly outlasting the brunette.  But Rose Rogers would not yield and at that very moment, she was on top of Rose Halliwell. 

And then something snapped.  Despite being the stronger sexual fighter, Halliwell was on the bottom.  She took her hand and shoved it into the brunette's face and pushed her violently up and away.  The brunette didn't like that and instinctivley clawed at the blonde's face.  Halliwell was fueled by adrenaline and punched Rogers in her huge tit.

Rogers placed another hand around Halliwell's throat.

And then, the two women erupted into a catfight.

Part IV to come.

[Janine_G]

The two women began trading punches and clawing at each other's face.  They began to thrash about on the bed and tumbled to the floor.  They landed on their sides and broke apart, getting to their feet.  They exchanged weak punches and nasty slaps, then grabbed each other by the hair and began kicking and kneeing each other.  Rogers overpowered Halliwell and pinned her back on the bed, pressing her body onto the blonde and shoving a hand between Halliwell's thighs, digging her claws into the blonde's pussy.  Halliwell shrieked in pain, and thrust her head forward, biting Rogers's tit. 

It was the brunette's turn to scream and she pulled back, breaking away and clutching her wounded tit.  The blonde had broken the skin and drawn blood.  The two women crashed together and their naked bodies made a loud clap as they wrapped their arms around each other and tried to overpower their foe.  Neither was very athletic though both were in excellent shape.  Their thighs and buttocks trembled as they clawed and grappled with each other.  They stumbled about and crashed into a low table, tumbling over it with the massively chested blonde landing on top of the brunette and knocking the wind out of her.  Halliwell mounted Rogers and began to brutally piston punches into the other woman's face and tits, non stop.  Rogers tried to buck and fight back, throwing feeble punches from her awkward position pinned beneath the blonde and trapped between her thighs.

Halliwell was in a fugue.  She was punching the brunette repeatedly, trying to end the fight right then, and she was making progress.  She began to cry in frustration as she hit Rogers, who also began to cry with a different type of frustration, exacerbated by the fear of getting her ass kicked.  The blonde was clearly winning and in control, in front of both men.

Rogers struggled frantically, as Halliwell continued to punch her tits and face.  Both women were tiring, but the blonde remained on top and the brunette was truly starting to fade.  She couldn't keep fighitng back for much longer.  In desperation, she jammed her thumbnails into the blonde's clit.  The scream was earsplitting but relief to Rogers's ears.  Halliwell leapt to her feet and jumped away.

"YOU FUCKING DIRTY BITCH!1" she wailed, rubbing her wounded cxnt.  She was partially bent at the waist as she limped around.  Both women's cheeks were tear-stained with tracks of mascara.

The blonde turned her back on the brunette and the brunette charged and leapt on her back.  Halliwell crashed to the ground, her breasts crushed beneath her as the brunette tore at her face from behind with her sharp claws.  They thrashed and rolled, with Rogers wrapping up her enemy with her arms and legs and pinning her up that way as her hands found their way to the blonde's left tit and pussy.  Rogers went to work mauling Halliwell from behind as Halliwell struggled in vain to try to get free from the assault, unsuccessfully. 

Gradually, her body began to shake with sobs as the brunette overcame her and inflicted too much pain for her to tolerate, especially in her pussy, the assault from which she could not escape and was especially cruel.  After several minutes, she begged, "Oh fuck, oh fuck,...fucking motherfucker, Rose, I give, you win...you win..."

The brunette sobbed with victory,  rolling to her knees and crying mightily as her win overcame her...

Christian came over to his girlfriend and helped her to her feet. 

Whitaker went to help Halliwell up, but she was mortified and pushed him away at first but ultimately acquiesced and let him help her up.

The two couples retreated to opposite sides of the house to recover.