Second part of the 1960's apartment wrestling catfight story. Full version with original commissioned artwork will be available soon.
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Gripping each other’s shoulders tightly, Vanessa and Victoria circle as they fight, slamming their magnificent orbs together with enough force to make them both stagger. Although the pace is steady and constant, the thrusts are as violent as they can manage, and both wrestlers soon begin shaking their heads in pain while groaning in equal measure.
Amplified by the array of mics placed high above to capture every sound, the scuffles, smacks and shouts of heated battle echo loudly in the adjacent room. Reclining on the viewing couch, Antonio Russo and Gina Bartelli quickly realise that this is no scrappy fight between two boob-fighting ingénues, but a ruthless duel between women well-versed in using their stupendous breasts as weapons of humiliation and ruin. As his lover’s head nuzzles his shoulder Russo whistles appreciatively, impressed by Sylvia Caproni’s acumen in producing two exotic hellcats prepared to lay their proud assets on the line in spectacular fashion. The matinee idol is a confirmed breast man, whose secret fantasy is to observe his bosomy Gina in action one day.
“
Bravo!” Russo hisses, leaning forward avidly as Vanessa dips her shoulders and slams her big chest into the undersides of her rival’s boobs with bruising force, driving them upwards with a mighty smack. He’s already developed a soft spot for the blonde beauty and hopes the tide of battle is turning in her favour.
“
Aiiee mierda!” Victoria grimaces as her olive flesh wobbles and shudders but recovers quickly enough to slam her boobs back into Vanessa’s before the Englishwoman can drive the advantage home. Although both racks are built to stand a lot of punishment, damage to their sensitive nerve endings soon leaves both woman gasping and shuddering as they seek respite in a temporary clinch.
“
Mio Dio – this is exhausting just to watch!” Russo exclaims, mopping his brow with a monogrammed silk handkerchief. “Your money still on Spain,
cara mia?”
His lover’s eyes light up in amusement at the question. “Of course,
amore mio, you know how much I hate blondes. Besides, seems to me the
inglese’s are the weaker pair.”
“You think so?” he grunts, stung by her glib certainty.
“I
know so!” she laughs. “Look - the evidence is there to see…”
Although Russo waves dismissively, his lover’s observation is based on more than a simple hunch. After watching closely how the wrestlers’ boobs respond to the repeated battering Gina's convinced that Victoria’s slightly elongated olive breasts are heftier than their milk-white rivals, and marginally less susceptible to tremor and shake. If true, this could herald a significant change in the balance of power as the brutal boob battle resumes.
The wrestlers’ respite is only brief as they press together again, arms squeezing tightly to squash their swollen glands together. Staring provocatively into each other’s glazed eyes, they twist and grind slowly to roll and crush the trapped and straining flesh between them. Rocking back and forth in the intimate hold, both show signs of arousal as the stimulating bombardment of their pain receptors induces complex reactions deep in their feminine glands. Feeling the wetness starting to trickle, they shake their heads and moan sensuously, eyes squeezed tight shut as they pump and thrust together, arching and twisting as they attempt to crush their firm udders through each other.
“That’s it Vanessa, you have her trapped - now finish it!” Russo’s growing excitement is betrayed by a tight bulge in the crotch of his chinos.
“Ahh, but you always have such a weakness for blondes!” Gina laughs cattily.
“Hmm, not so much, but in this case...” His weak response signifies an uncertainty about where the conversation is leading, but his lover decides it’s as good time as any to press her case.
“Really? And did we forget all about that
puttana Anna Dalberg coming on to you in Rome for ‘personal advice on how to break into Italian movies’?”
“Eh? that one? Compared to you, the Swede means nothing to me darling.”
Russo’s too captivated by the drama unfolding next door to notice his lover glower back at him silently. For her part, Gina suspects her man is still messing around with the blonde actress behind her back. Caressing her swelling breasts through the silk of her blouse and inspired by what she’s seeing today, she plans a brutal reckoning with her buxom rival (but that’s a story for another day).
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“Aaaahhh bitch!... shit!”
To Vanessa’s shock and horror, she feels the dense structures of her breasts start to soften and mould against Victoria’s sturdy teats as the gruelling rolling and grinding contest takes a heavy toll. The Spanish wrestler also senses a subtle change in the balance between them as her dense flesh begins to displace the Englishwoman’s. “Now I’m really going to flatten that weak set of yours,” vows Victoria, her dangerously smouldering eyes leaving the blonde in no doubt that she really means it.
Capitalising on her rack’s superior resilience, the dark-haired woman pushes forward again, grinding her dense globes deeper into Vanessa’s set which seem to splay out more readily than before. The humiliated Englishwoman drops her head briefly in shame as her chest becomes the first to yield to its rival. But both experienced fighters know a battle is never won by the first skirmish and, as her relentless opponent tries to lock her in to finish the job, Vanessa struggles to pull away to stop the dispiriting reversal becoming a rout.
Vanessa’s desperate efforts are enough to break the hold. As her opponent closes in again, the blonde shows she can still mount an effective rearguard action by slamming her defiant boobs into Victoria’s full force. The stunning blow stops the dark-haired woman in her tracks, allowing Vanessa to slam into the undersides of her rival’s thick boobs again with her full weight.
“¡Ay… cono!”As her hefty boobs bounce wildly and quiver on her chest the enraged Spanish woman’s response becomes equally ruthless. Swinging her arms up to increase her momentum, Victoria leaps and smashes both of her tits down directly onto the blonde's before either rack has time to reset. Its easily the most brutal collision of the match but a wounded sob confirms that Vanessa’s reddened boobs have absorbed the worst of the blow, allowing Victoria to shove her orbs straight back into their waiting rivals again with a loud, hollow smack. With a long, weary sigh the Spanish wrestler leans in again, clasping both hands behind her opponent’s neck, pulling her in close to crush her aching chest deeply against the blonde's.
While Victoria begins to moan softly, enjoying the sensuously dominating feeling as her sweating breasts rub and slide over Vanessa's yielding flesh, Russo goes sullenly quiet next door. Gina Bartelli can’t resist twisting the knife in however.
“Didn’t I tell you the blonde
sciattona’s tits were inferior?” she crows happily.
“
Ora basta! – that’s enough my dear,” he snaps testily. “Surely even you will accept that the contest’s far from over yet?”
"Wait, what's this?" Russo shouts excitedly.
With Vanessa twisting sideways to shield her aching boobs Victoria has abruptly changed tack, hauling her opponent down by the hair and bending her double with the Spanish woman’s head pressing down on her opponent’s back. Their feet stamp wildly on the carpet for several tense moments before Victoria succeeds in her goal of taking her opponent down. However, the Spanish woman loses control as they hit the floor together at speed and begin roll across the carpet in a tight, limb-locked cat ball.
Relieved that there’s still everything to play for, Russo flashes his white teeth at Gina: “What an error to give up the advantage like that, she's letting Vanessa right back into the game!” Watching the women’s arms and legs flail as they fight for position, Gina laughs. “Well you would like that I suppose, but we’ll have to wait and see. Remember, my moneys still on
la spagnola.”
Russo looks round, about to offer his lover a little wager on the side to liven things up even more. But, as he takes in the sight of her gorgeous chest again, the matinee idol is distracted by the glorious image in his mind’s eye of Anna Dalberg’s huge, firm breasts slamming into Gina’s Bartelli’s equally impressive rack, both women close enough for him to reach out and touch...
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Their sweat-sheened faces red with exertion, the wrestlers career across the carpet before Vanessa manages to arrest their progress with a leg splayed out artfully to one side. Victoria groans as her opponent rolls on top heavily, managing to trap the blonde’s free leg between her thighs as Vanessa attempts to straddle and climb atop her.
“Where’re you going,
puta?” the dark-haired woman grunts while tightening their sweaty clinch, still keen to fight the grinding battle she’s convinced she can ultimately win. Although wary of her opponent’s powerful breasts Vanessa knows she’s short of options, hissing “okay bitch, you asked for it…” as the determined Spanish woman pulls her in. As the blonde settles her weight into her opponent a cheek-to-cheek intimacy develops, both women gasping and shuddering as their dense structures of their breasts compress and slide across each other painfully. Lower down, panties rustle as opposing pelvises begin to jolt and rub in time to the heavy tit grind.
Imprisoned by lithe arms, the quivering racks mould and steadily lose their resistance to each other, becoming one big undulating, sweaty mass of flesh as the wrestlers continue to squeeze and probe aggressively. Bearing down with all her weight, Vanessa enjoys a growing advantage, thrilling to the sensation as her breasts hold up better than their rivals.
“Not so nice having your weak tits crushed, is it?” she taunts as Victoria moans and begins to arch her back, struggling to ease the intolerable strain she is under. Feeling mounting panic as her breasts flatten and show signs of beginning to yield, the Spanish woman throws her head back and unleashes a torrent of invective at her tormentor.
“¡Zorra! No eres lo bastante hembra para vencerme!” Bitch, you are not woman enough to beat me!
Savouring the sweet sensation of dominance, Vanessa is slow to react as Victoria begins her struggle to break out, slamming her foot flat on the carpet and pushing up as hard as she can to flip her opponent. As they twist over, the dark-haired woman’s hands close around her opponent’s wrists, arms stretching out forcefully to pin the blonde’s hands either side of her head.
“Ohhhh shit!” Vanessa hisses, furious with herself for allowing the Spanish woman to straddle her so easily. With a grim smile, Victoria leans in and holds her writhing opponent tightly, content to let the Englishwoman expend vital energy as she prepares to mount her. With her hands pinioned tightly, there’s little the blonde can do to stop her rival heaving herself up and getting astride her slender waist. As Vanessa starts to thrash and buck ineffectually beneath her, Victoria feels encouraged to slide forward and slam down her buttocks down heavily on her rival’s aching boobs, crushing the air from her chest.
“Ahhh, that feels much better now, eh
puta?”
“Unnnnghhhh…fuck you slut!”
Taking tight hold of her opponent’s blonde locks, Victoria begins bouncing and grinding her shapely derrière into Vanessa’s flattened udders, delighting in the squeals of discomfort the punitive action unleashes. Gina Bartelli’s eyes also light with sadistic satisfaction as she watches the punishment being meted out to the blonde’s breasts. “I’d say the odds just lengthened considerably against the Englishwoman,
amore mio.”
“Hmmm, you may have a point this time, my dear,” concedes Russo, still reluctant to write his favourite off entirely at this stage.
The lovers watch compulsively as Victoria slides forward until her crotch presses against her opponent’s chin, capturing Vanessa’s head firmly between her thighs before rolling dramatically over to one side.
“She’s going for the submission!” Gina cries, bouncing excitedly up and down on the sofa.
“You think I can’t see with my own eyes?” her lover snorts, still mesmerised by the Englishwoman’s sudden vulnerability, her shapely legs alternately kicking and splaying apart as she struggles in her opponent’s lethal hold.
Victoria’s damp face has an exultant sheen as her strong thighs flex and she begins pulling her opponent’s face into her crotch to execute a favourite finishing move, one calculated to ensure that, should the head crush fail to secure submission, oxygen starvation surely will.
“Just… submit … and its… over bitch!” she pants as Vanessa continues rolling her hips from side to side in a futile attempt to escape the crushing scissors. Short of air with her face pressed hard against her rival’s crotch, Vanessa lets out a despairing moan, finding the salt fragrance of the other woman’s arousal overpowering as she starts to weaken.
It looks grim for the blonde as her opponent puts all her remaining strength into the squeeze, but Vanessa’s sharp teeth are out suddenly, her darting tongue probing for anything within reach to clamp down on. Finding some purchase, she bites into her opponent’s panties, delivering a sharp enough nip through the fabric to cause an alarmed reaction without drawing blood.
“
¡Jódete!... aaiieeeee!”
Victoria’s legs spring open as her hands reach automatically to protect her womanhood, allowing her opponent to bridge out and push her bodily to one side. Rolling over, the outraged Spanish wrestler gets to her knees, eyes blazing.
“
¡Hija de puta! Whore, that was such a dirty move!”
Taking in deep breaths, Vanessa stares back at her rival, nonplussed for a moment, before she retorts sarcastically, “well, I don’t remember being asked to sign up to Queensberry Rules before this thing started...”
“Eh? What’s this
‘Queenberry Rules’ nonsense?” Although she’s no idea what her opponent’s harping on about, the Spanish woman knows few moves are illegal in apartment wrestling, and, in Vanessa’s difficult position, she would probably have done the same.
“Forget it,” the blonde mutters, beginning to massage her swollen boobs, examining the purplish bruises rising on the tender flesh. Watching her opponent wince, Victoria sneers dismissively while cupping her olive breasts which also show unmistakable signs of fight damage. “Poor girl, your weak
peras taking too much of a beating from these
tetazas fuertes?!”
“Your fat cow’s arse bouncing on them more like!” Vanessa rounds on her rival with real venom as they rise on their haunches again, ready to resume the most arduous and bitterly-contested apartment wrestling match either formidable young women has yet endured.
To be continued...
