Part II Minding the Store
by Catwriter
Jen and Becca placed their hands on the mattress and slowly came up either side. I was a spectator at a four breasted tennis match. Gonna wrench my neck at this point I thought.
“Ya see, Daniel, my sister and I had a deal with your Grandpa. He liked our titties and I can see you do as well”, Jen said as coyly as humanly possible without bursting.
“And he...ahh...liked us to wrestle with our titties sometimes, said it made him sleep better.”
“Kinda like this” said Rebecca as she kneeled above my gawking eyes and slammed her left tit into Jen’s tittie.
“Yeah, just like that and sometimes like this” said Jen as she swung a massive breast into Rebecca.
They squared off with hands on hips and began thrusting those delicious mammaries at one another. Slowly at first. And then making smacking noises as they increased their efforts. After a few moments, the sweat began to form and the noises became more like a plopping sound.
I rose up on my elbows with my nose inches away from the flailing breasts. I made an ever growing tent in the bedsheet as the warring breastfighters continued flailing away at one another.
They were obviously competitive and seemed to be determined to show the (FNG) fucking new guy who was better.
The sound of slapping breasts and perfume mixed with sweat had me in a frenzy.
Jen and Becca could see my delight and moved to either side of my head. They continued thrusting those gorgeous breasts at one another so that while I had a nipple in each ear the other breasts were warring wonderfully across my nose. And they were thrusting hard and grunting and driving me batshit crazy.
I couldn’t see the sheet but I was pretty sure there was a stain on it.
“I think he likes it, Becca”, grunted Jen as she slammed an across my nose titty thrust at Becca.
“I think he likes me, Jen” as Becca countered harshly slapping Jen’s left breast and my right cheek at the same time.
“Always thinking you’re so damn hot, bitch” said Jen as she leaned forward and grasped Becca’s forearms.
Becca grasped back and my head was between the biggest titty war Sweetwater County had ever witnessed. At times, utterly surrounded by the softness, my nose buried deep, I thought I’d just die of happiness. Occasionally, my ears would be bashed by a dual thrusted sternum that had my ears ringing. These two were really getting into it. I looked up at their eyes and they were positively furious.
Jen released Becca’s forearm and buried a hand in her dark hair. Becca groaned and quickly returned the assault. And soon four hands were tugging away at what had been perfectly normal hairdos. As breasts slammed into my face, I tried to extricate myself but the headboard prevented that route of escape. I slid my body back down and marvelled at the wobbling breast flesh fight above my eyes.
Jen threw a left handed smack at Becca. Becca reached down and grabbed a serious handful of Jen’s left breast and twisted.
That’s gotta hurt, I thought as Jen grabbed Becca’s right breast in an equally furious twisting motion.
Pulling hair and twisting titties, the lovely battlers began emitting small shrieks on occasion and angry moans as well. They snaked one arm around the other’s neck while continuing the one handed titty twisting. Their other breasts came into contact and swelled up together. Their knees dug into either side of my chest as their navels came into a herky jerky contact. The smell of pussy was unmistakable. They were heating up, no doubt about it.
And then it was just pure mayhem. They wrestled each other in a neck lock, heaving breasts crushing together, trying to bring the other down on the bed for some good old fashioned catfighting.
Jen threw a punch at Becca’s stomach and promtly tossed her to the bed. They were side by side, breasts pushing into my engorged cock in a furious, yet incredibly erotic fashion. I held their legs under my arms and they latched into a wicked two handed hair pulling brawl. They’d grab each others breasts and slap on occasion but the hairpulling was the major tactic.
I managed to get the sheet down enough so that my cock popped up like a perplexed welder, re emerging from the manhole cover after way too long underground.
In this way, I had Jen’s left breast and Becca’s right engaged in furious combat surrounding my “little friend”. Good God. The sensation was incredible as one or the other of the furiously fighting felines came close to toppling the other, only to fall back and engage in even more wild hair pulling.
At one point, they simply held on to hair, teeth gritted in a sort of semi standoff. Their only avenue of fury was their breasts. And fury they did, slamming relentlessly into one another with my twitching cock encompassed by the warring mammaries. At times they’d clinch and I was surrounded with compressed flesh, and then they’d move, just a little.
And at times, they’d move a little here and a little there until I was getting a titty hand job.
Minding the Store, Part III
by Catwriter
My hips started bucking between the furiously undulating breasts and I swear, I hit a ceiling shot for the first time in my life. I was writhing like a fresh shot deer and making noises and twisting to and fro and after a moment I just collapsed back to the bed.
Astonishingly, to me at least, Rebecca and Jenny were still locked in a wrenching hair pulling duel. Tears were running down their faces as though this was a final contest, each determined to carry on till the end.
My arms released their legs and my thumbs found really wet pussy and I began fondling their nether regions. Jen’s right leg rose up and met Rebecca’s left leg a foot above my head and they began making soft mewling sounds, still holding one another fiercely. Their feet were pressed together as I continued stroking their pussies.
I felt a tongue on my balls and lips on my cock as I looked down to see these fierce warriors abandon the fight. Jenny would suck a ball into her mouth while Rebecca would pump her head up and down on my newly revived cock. And they’d even switch roles but all the while I was in, let’s see here, ecstasy. They were stroking my stomach and legs and sucking and licking. I was fingering their pussies for all I was worth and then....sure as shit.....we all went a tad ballistic. Absolute joy all around.
And then they just kinda laid back in place and smiled up at me.
And then they started giggling just a bit and then went into gut wrenching laughter.
I was really starting to feel foolish, inadequate, stupid or any combination thereof when Jen sat up, lay beside me and gave me a light kiss. Becca was back Beccaing my cock when Jen whispered in my ear, “Just like grand daddy Bart, Daniel. It’s the only way me and Becca can get off anymore. We just wanted to see if you’d be up for it.”
Glancing down at Rebecca bobbing for cock, Jen smiled again.
“Oh, you’re up for it all right.”
