Keri started drying off and Dianne got out of the tub. I was still drinking my beer enjoying the bubbling warm water. "On the mat then," Keri demanded, "sexfight until one gives, nothing's off limit." Keri walked into the house and disappeared, Dianne started drying off and followed her inside. "You and me again," Paul said. "Cock to cock," he added, "winner fucks the loser's wife." I told him he better check with Keri first since she seemed like she was angry with me about last time. "She's not angry, Paul said, "she just wants a fair fight."
I followed Paul into the den where the blue mat had been rolled out. Keri was massaging baby oil over her body. She tossed the bottle Dianne, but she was pulling her hair in a pony tail and the bottle bounced off of her. That started another fire this time with Dianne, this was going to be good. I wrapped a towel around my waist basically because I felt like an idiot with a hard on sticking straight out. I had hoped Paul would do the same since I was tired of looking at his cock.
"If she beats you, your pussy's mine," Paul said to Dianne. Dianne started to say something to him and as she did, Keri grabbed her by the pony tail and pulled her to the ground. I was sure at this point the quasi friendship we had with Paul and Keri was over. Dianne hit the ground hard and Keri was on top of her. Keri pinned Dianne's wrists to the mat and began slamming her tits into Dianne's. Keri's tits weren't as big as Dianne's but they were close and they were certainly firmer. I thought this was going to be a sexfight, but it was clear Keri was looking to really hurt Dianne. Keri pummeled Dianne's tits with her own while she wrapped her legs around Dianne's. Anyone who's witnessed a real titfight knows that the woman on the bottom has no defense in that position.
"Fight me with your tits, not your whole body," Dianne yelled. Keri rolled off of her and got on her knees. Dianne was slow to get up, but she got to her knees. Keri grabbed Dianne's wrists and pulled her close. Their tits smacked together at that second. I had watched Dianne tit fight plenty of times before and I knew she could hold her own. Keri's upper body strength was apparent and she controlled the titfight. With their faces only inches apart they clanged their breasts together. Four mounds of oily flesh collided making a sound like wet hands clapping. Like I said, this was not a sex fight.
Grunts came from the women as they allowed their breasts to fight. Side to side their breasts met in the most intimate of battles. My cock pushed against the towel as I watched two beautiful woman giving it their all. Keri released one of Dianne's wrists and her hand went straight for my wife's crotch. The last time these two met both had thick patches of hair covering their womanhood. This time both were shaved as if they had agreed upon it.
Keri worked her hand in and out of Dianne as the tit fight continued. Dianne hand found her target and she began finger fucking the much stronger Keri. Paul dropped his towel and began oiling his cock. "I'm ready this time," he said to me. I unwrapped my towel and waited for him to throw me the bottle of oil. I know it sounds crazy, but I was no longer watching my wife fight. Now it was my time.
Paul walked over to me and widened my stance. Inches from touching, we began swinging our cocks back and forth. They hit on the third swing and the cockfight began. He hit me pretty hard and I backed up so only the heads of our cocks hit. He was thicker than I was and that first hit hurt! We beat our cocks together for a while and then did a bit of jousting. I got past his cock head a few times and managed to hit his balls. This time he backed up and as we stood facing each other I grabbed his hands to keep him from moving away.
I heard Dianne scream and looked past Paul to see her on the mat, face down, with Keri behind her also on the mat. They were in a weird position with Keri's foot on the back of Dianne's neck. Keri was drilling her from behind with lots of fingers. I didn't know how she was going to get out of that but I was too busy trying to handle Paul. As if I was fencing with my own cock I again jabbed Paul in the balls. I knew I had him and bean to pound my cock into his. Our hands separated and Paul grabbed me around the waist and pulled my torso to his. Our cocks were trapped together and we soon fell to the mat. The cock fight had turned into a wrestling match and we rolled across the oily mat. we tumbled into a tornado of arms and legs that just happened to be our wives entwined in a brutal fuck fight.
I could see Dianne's hair, but couldn't tell which arms were hers. Paul and I wrestled hard and our cocks had lost contact. I recognized Dianne's grunts mixed in with the other sounds, but I had no idea how she was doing. Paul and I were wrapped up as we tried to pin one another. I was surprised to feel him grab my cock since I had both of his arms. I quickly realized that it wasn't Paul's hand, but Keri's. She had somehow reached over as our two fight rolled close and she was busy jerking me off. "She's gonna make me cum" I yelled to Dianne, but all I heard were more grunts and moans.
Keri's hand worked my oiled shaft and I couldn't get free. I was going to cum and be out of this battle very soon and it felt so good I didn't care. I heard Keri shriek and her hand left my cock. Paul bounced over me somehow and he pinned me to the mat. I was close and he knew it. I turned my head to see Dianne on top of Keri. Dianne's arm worked back and forth under her trapped opponent as she fucked Keri with several fingers. I was glad because I knew I was about to loose this cock fight. Paul rubbed his cock against mine and I could feel the outline of the head of his cock against mine. He raised himself slightly allowing only our cock heads to touch. I squirmed to get out, but it was too late.
Watching Dianne was too much coupled with the unbelievable stimulation on my cock. I groaned and shot a stream straight up to my chest. Paul was still on top of me fucking my cock with his. Like a rolling pin he forced the last bit of cum out of my cock. I wondered why he didn't get of me as he had clearly won. A muffled gasp answered my question as he shot a load where mine had already landed. Paul rolled off and the two of us watched as our wives destroyed each other.
Locked into a pretzel like scissor hold both women grinded their most sensitive places together. Dianne's tits seemed to glow as she bucked her crotch into Keri's. Keri grasped for Dianne's hair and she pulled it hard as she fucked my wife. Diane grabbed for Keri's tits and she squeezed one of her nipples viciously.
Laying on my stomach I watched in almost disbelief as they fought and fucked. Keri had maneuvered herself slightly on top of Dianne as their clits battled. Keri was most definitely fucking Dianne. Even though they were shaved Paul and I couldn't see what was going on between those two tiny pieces of womanhood. Keri massaged Dianne's nipples gently and I knew it was going to be over soon. They glistened from a combination of oil and sweat and both breathed deeply. In a failed attempt to hang on Dianne grabbed one Keri's tits, but Keri just fucked her that much harder.
Dianne screamed as she came and Keri rode her, pussy to pussy until Dianne's body went limp. It was over.
