Hey, sorry jumped the gun on this originally and had to ask to pull it down so I could the proper one up, proofed and all. Still same little errors here and there but I hope you enjoy. I'm deciding between two stories for the next and we'll put their blurb teasers under this when I finish them, to see what anyone might enjoy. Anyway hope you like, take care and thanks to Big Devil for pulling the original to put his up.
Polaroid's Past (Brooke Vs. Karen)
Unbeknownst to the either woman time passed very differently for Karen and Brooke over the following days. While Karen always seemed to find a surplus of minutes when she checked the clock, Brooke experienced the time as a rapid blur of romantic attention that accompanied the days preceeding every fight she shared with Tim. Had they a bird's eye view of the situation, one or both may have noted how the situation was almost symbolic given the women's places in life. The eagerness of youth and the certainty of age distorting the ethereal concept of time based on the satiation of each woman's desires. Not that Karen wasn't satiated; often in fact in the days after the three's "conversation", maybe just not as much as Brooke and Tim who found it hard to leave their bed for more than a few hours. The women; through some unspoken understanding or possibely sub-concious embarassment began communicating through only text message, pictures to be exact which seemed fitting since that was how this all began.
It was Karen who first texted a photo of her sinewy legs stuffed into a pair of light pink yoga pants, the fabric stained with sweat and appearing transparent from a heavy workout. Understanding the game Brooke was quick to respond with a photo of her own leg encased in a navy nylon and ending in a matching heel. The thick limb bulging with potential strength as it held a captain's pose with it's foot pressing a matching heel into what appeared to be the arm of sofa. Soon, biceps bellies & breasts had all made their apperances, thrilling the woman who felt she had the superior asset and dismaying her counterpart. Not until a day before their fight was scheduled did a long paragraph of words appear on Karen's cell-phone screen:
"Morning sweetie, I just wanted to say how much fun it's been meeting you these past weeks and of course to finally send you my address. Also just know you don't have to do this, I wouldn't be mad and neither would Tim, we would both understand and we could still talk. But if you decide to come I want you to know I don't and won't hold back. Once you step in my house you aren't Karen anymore to me, you're a point to prove and I will prove it and if you do come, plan to stay the rest of the weekend because the loser loses alot more than the fight, get me? 2240 Centennial Blvd., Brooke.".
Karen responded with two things, a picture striking similar to the first one she received from Brooke of her nude sculpted body outlined with the morning light and a single sentence:
"Michelle will seem like a sweet dream."
Both women went to bed thoughly satiated that evening.
***
The drive to Brooke's was less than ideal for Karen. Saturday morning southern California traffic made building any kind of schedule a futile idea but, eventually she made it the thirty-something miles between her and what she now considered something akin to her destiny. Pulling up to Brooke's home Karen was surprised to find it was even bigger than the residence she had just sold as most couples trade down size-wise towards their later life. For a moment she considered what she was doing before she made her final decision and pulled the key from the ignition.
Tim quickly answered the door when Karen rang. She suspected he had been waiting behind it for the past half-hour by the enthusiastic look in his eyes, which she found incrediblely close to a child on Christmas and entirely amusing. Tim for his part was his usual mesmerized self when meeting one of Brooke's opponents though, with Karen many would say there was good reason. For a moment Karen stood there with Tim awkwardly staring at her until she spoke:
"Ummm...hiiiiiiii...", she said the words trailing off into nervous laughter. Tim immediately snapped out of his trance and stepped aside:
"Oh uhhh...hey, I'm sorry please... please come on in...", he said joining in the laughter as Karen entered he closed the door behind her.
Tim surveyed what he could of the younger woman as she passed by in her bulky winter coat and denim jeans. Karen moved gracefully, obviously comfortable with her sleek body from years of excersize. She was almost supernaturally pretty, with a long and thin face carved with a geometric perfection for which the Scandinavian peoples are known. Her face was framed by curly strawberry blond hair that fell to her back's middle and was newly highlighted, the mid-day sun making the strands appear a little more red than blonde. Her thin pink lips produced a beautiful smile as she turned back to face Tim, her hazel eyes brightening.
Not alone in the situation Karen was making her own assessment of Tim. For his age he was in pretty good shape, though Karen supposed to keep up with Brooke he would have to be. His workout clothes gave her a good view of his calves and arms and though Karen had seen the rest the other night, she now got a much better grasp of her rival's husband. Something she began to hope might happen physically. Obviously older, Tim was tall with a fit physique, full dark hair and crystaline blue eyes. His well-manicured beard was peppered grey and his skin wore just the right amount of weather, in short, Tim was the proverbial "manther".
"Hope the drive wasn't too bad...Brooke's upstairs getting ready, we...uh...got a room for you too, but can I get you a drink or something...water...wine?", Tim asked politely as the two began walking down a small hallway into the kitchen.
"Traffic was traffic...and some water would be nice for now", Karen responded taking in the home's decor. Tim opened the refridgerator and pulled out a bottled water handing it to Karen as the two continued their small talk, discussing what they did for a living and enjoyed doing when they were away from their jobs. Karen was satisfied to find Tim wasn't a "weirdo" or anything. She had actually dated a few guys who she would have considered fetishists and she found the chances of them being a little strange were usually 50/50 at best, she was however a little dissappointed at how little Tim seemed to be checking her out. Tim actually had been sneaking glances whenever he thought he could; trying to remain polite, but Karen wanted more some reason. Had she more time to consider this she may have realized that she; though not the true goal of her design, had inadvertedly made herself part of a natural dance nearly as old as life itself. Eons of evolution were now urging her to preen and exihibit herself to her rival's mate in outright disrespect.
Karen placed the bottle of water down and began casually unbuttoning her jacket. Pulling off the hefty coat to reveal a bright blue tank, she hung it on the back of one of chairs around the kitchen table. She had weathered the brisk day to be able to use her attire to her advantage and by the look in Tim's eyes as he stared down her low hanging top as she leaned over the chair's top, it had been worth it. Simultaneously straightening back up and pushing her long hair back with her hands she dropped them to the crotch of her jeans, unbuttoning them. A shocked Tim asked what she was doing, which only made Karen smile:
"You said you had a room for me to change in...this is a room right, Tim?" she said. Tim stood silent as Karen begin sliding her jeans down her long legs, a pair of black yoga shorts appearing as they dropped The tight fabric sculpted her ass to it's highest quality and Karen pushed it out for added effect as she slid the denim down her limbs.
Suddenly there was a small crash from upstairs followed by several loud footsteps and a door opening:
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!", shouted a disembodied women's voice from above Karen. The ruckus growing louder and getting closer before it descended a flight of stairs in a rapid succession of footsteps. Karen quickly pulled her pants up to her waist and began buttoning them as she looked around completely confused. A moment late a satin robed Brooke; her face half made-up, whipped around the corner of the hallway and burst into the kitchen as she set her eyes directly on Karen:
"My husband will have plenty of time to see your flat ass later when I kick it bitch...", she said slapping her hands down on the kitchen table.
"Nice to finally meet you too...", Karen responded as she finished buttoning her pants, her face flushed with embarassment. Tim slid towards his wife's side, prepared to stop her from attacking Karen right then but she maintained her composure.
"Riggghhhtttttt...", Brooke said, simply pointing to a room off to the side of the kitchen.
Karen took the hint, bending her knees in a little mock curtsey before she headed in the room, closing the door behind. Looking around she found only one thing Inside, a full length mirror propped up against one corner. Karen stood with her ear against the door for a moment and could hear the couple arguing but she couldn't tell what either was saying. She assumed Brooke must have some kind of in-house security system, and perhaps didn't enjoy the way Tim was staring at her newly arrived rival. Karen took a slighyt mischievious pleasure in having caused the little spat but she honestly hoped she hadn't done anything too offensive, mostly for the sake of the fight's chances.
Slipping off her dark open toe flats she was quickly out of her jeans, shorts and the tank top she was wearing, she began to admire left the attire she had chosen for the evening. A sheer royal blue lycra thong and string bikini set that hugged her sinewy curves, allowing the slightest hints of her lower abdominal muscles to peek up from behind the bottom's waistband. The cups of her bra hugged her modest chest up high, giving her breasts the appearance of having a little more volume and the color contrasted her winter dulled skin impecablely. Karen slipped her feet back into her lifts and walked over to the mirror in the corner of the room, turning and checking her back then front and adjusting the cups of bra. Reaching up she shuffled her hands through her hair, sweeping it from side to side so it dropped along the front of her shoulders to her liking before hands dropped sliding along her breasts and belly as she deeply inhaled.
Karen's mind begged her hands to continue to move down her body but she ignored the call, reminding herself that hopefully there would be plenty of time for that later. So, she waited...and waited...and waited, until she was sure something had gone wrong when the door shook with a knock:
"We're all set out here Karen...whenever you're ready.", shouted Tim's voice.
Karen steeled herself for a few seconds before crossing the room and opening the door. On the other side stood Tim and Brooke, Tim still dressed in the mesh shorts and shirt Karen saw him when she had arrived. Brooke however was now wrapped in a see-through black negligee mini-dress, thigh highs and matching heels. The wide fishnet stitching showed off most her body, leaving Brooke's much larger breasts for Karen to jealously admire. Beneath, a matching black thong did little to hide Brooke's most intimate parts. Contrasting the black lace and nylon perfectly Brooke's bright blonde hair hung down straight, with a few wisps of actual white that framed a cherubic face barely marred by the passage of time. The fine strands ended just below her cheeks which were flushed heavily with rouge and dark black mascara surronded her emerald green eyes, making their threatening stare seem even more impressive. Brooke's glossy pink lips sneered into a smile as she saw Karen's expression; the doubt in it clear. As Karen entered the room Brooke saddled up closer alongside Tim, her left hand sliding along his chest:
"Now...it's nice to meet you...and if you're done trying to fuck my husband...I believe you came here to try and kick my ass...", Brooke chided with an air joviality that was underscored with geniune malice. Brooke wouldn't admit right now but the younger woman's gymnast physique was quite intimidating itself, causing Brooke to second guess herself as she hadn't in years. Karen didn't miss a beat as she slowly strolled by the pair:
"Can't it be both?," she replied winking at Brooke's husband. Tim felt his wife's hand clench his chest tighter and was sure her other one was balled in a fist of frustration as Brooke hated being one-upped in any game of mental sport. Karen passed by the two, making sure to linger for just enough time for them both to get a very good look at her well muscled butt, the two swollen cheeks eating Karen's thong and leaving the smallest hint of a dark triangle to appear just above the top of the fleshy divide. Tim could feel the grip Brooke had on his chest and hand tighten even further and could tell his wife was not happy with young hardbody's parade. Sensing something could happen at any moment he quickly interjected his body between the two women.
"Ok...ok...let's take this downstairs...", he said trying to pacify things as quickly as possible. Both girls smiled back politely at him and nodded but Tim could tell he had crossed a line, one that the look in both women's eyes told him he should not cross again. From now on what transpired between them was to remain wholly uninterrupted. The three moved silently down the cellar stairs and into the couple's finished basement. A comfortable looking white plush wrap-around couch lined two of the walls, while off to the opposite side of the room a digital camera rested on a tripod.
"Little upgrade?", Karen nodded towards the video camera.
"Have to stick with the times," Tim answered. The three stopped as they stepped onto the room's carpet and Tim stepped towards Brooke.
"High def really get's the tears too.", she smirked as her hands slid up to her hips. Tim leaned in and gave her a kiss on her cheek, wishing her good luck as Brooke crossed her arms in front of her and grasped the bottom of the flimsy nylon wrapping her body. Peeling it up as Tim backed away and pressed a button of the top of the video camera before checking the screen. Brooke slipped out of the negligee, shaking her shiny hair out before tossing it away. Tim nearly caught it as he walked by but missed, stumbling and snagging it off the floor as slid into a seat at one end of the couch.
Karen was dismayed as she watched Brooke's breasts fall back into place with a soft jiggle of each tit. She had assumed Brooke's nylon had been holding things together so to speak but as she saw how little her opponent's breasts sagged she realized it was wishful thinking. She stood frozen for a moment, unable to think clearly as she stared at the older blonde in only her black frilly thong and thigh-highs. Brooke already began to step out of her heels a taking a dry swallow Karen did the same. Sliding her feet from her flats before bending over and moving them off the carpet she made sure to arch her back hard to put on one last show. She didn't turn back right away, instead reaching behind her neck and beginning to untie the bikini string holding her top up. After a moment she turned back and pulled the tiny cups of the bikini off her pert breasts and body.
"Oh they are adorable sweetie...and you get to switch from training bras when hmmm?...", Brooke poured it on, enjoying the way Karen's face blushed while secretly admiring the way the younger woman's orange sized breasts pointed directly above her own head. Her larger cantalope sized breasts were still resting high at her age but she frowned when she compared their firmness. Karen sneered out a phoney smile as she tossed her top behind her, watching Brooke's height difference with her disappear as the blonde finished removing her heels:
"Tits don't make the woman bitch...", Karen said, trying to sound as cool as possible. She slid her hands onto her belly, unsure just what to do with them right now as Brooke placed her heels off the carpet and straightened back up. The two women began growing closer, their eyes meeting as Brooke cleared the light hair away from her face:
"Hmmm, sure fuckin' help...", she replied, her hand dropping and grasping the base of her left breast before shaking the weighty globe with a jiggle.
That was all it took and in an instant Karen's hands knew where they should be, taking on lives of their own as they shot out for the older blonde's hair. Grasping what strands she could and yanking Brooke's head downward, she made her yelp out as she bent over and shoved her hands to Karen's flat belly and pushed.
Karen stumbled a small step and pivoted pulling tight against her grip on Brooke's hair. The two women's bodies begun to spin a half circle before they both slapped against a wall with a meaty thud . Karen shoved against her hold on Brooke's hair and forced older woman to bend even further over as she pulled back her own right arm, holding it in the air for a moment before swinging it down open handed at Brooke's back:
"That help!? Hmmmmm...bitch? Huh?", each of the small questions punctuated with a slap of her right hand. Karen's palm brightened the bronze skin on Brooke back as a sharp cracking sound rang out through the nearly empty room. Brooke tugged against the hold with her head and neck, each thrust back making her ass shake and jiggle just barely out of Karen's view. Every sense in Karen felt alive in a new way, adrenline honing her mind and actions. Out her right peripheral she could Tim had removed his shirt at some point, his hand masssaging the bulge now protuding from beneath the mesh shorts he was wearing. Something in her mind screamed her approval:
Watch; she thought, watch as I take the women you desire and idolize and dismantle her. Erase her. Replace her. You're never going to grab your cock again without me being the first thought in your mind, Karen though. As if reading her mind Tim smiled in for brief moment as if to say, prove it. Brooke had other plans however and shoved imnto Karen harder, interrupting the moment. Karen's left hand continued to keep the older woman doubled over as the two slid along the wall but Brooke halted with another hard shove into her belly, denting it in and forcing Karen to deeply exhale. Reaching her hand below Brooke Karen searched for a moment until she found Brooke's dangling left breast, clutching it and digging her fingers and nails in as Brooke's back tightened up in response.
"Ahhhhh....youuuuu fuckin' whorreeee", she wheezed out in pain.
Karen smiled until she felt a set of hands reach her breasts, grasping both Brooke returned the favor and squeezed her own newly cut nails into Karen's smaller breasts:
"Auuummmffff...fuck you slut..." Karen hissed out through tensed lips before she was forced to abandon her grip on Brooke's hair. Knocking her hands and forearms against Brooke's she was able to free one of her breasts and quickly took to attacking it's mirror on Brooke, the pair's hands beginning a battle of their own. They leaned in each other each other, their lower halves swinging and bouncing, each woman digging her nails into one breast.
"Huhhh...I'm going to uhh...turn you into a fuckin' boy sweetie...huh....not that nature didn't uhh.....pretty much do that for me...", Brooke hissed starting to breath a little heavier as the two smacked and shook the sheet rock wall. Karen's left hand stopped battling with Brooke's right as she leaned against the wall to protect her left breast and slapped her hand in quick sharp swings at Brooke's downturned face and head's side:
"You..huhh...gonna do what...huhhhh...huhh bitch?", Karen yelled as she moved to bully Brooke, shocking her with the sudden burst of audacity. Not shocked enough though as a sharp pinpointed pain that shot up through Karen's right breast when Brooke found her nipple and squeezed her nails into either side.
"AHHHH FUCKKKK!," she screamed out, her whole body tensing hard for a moment and allowing Brooke to shove her away along the wall. Both women's hands slipped from the other's breast and Brooke charged forward as she straightened up, her arms opening as she closed the gap between them and hugged Karen's neck. Quickly manuevering she slid in behind Karen and wrapped her head up with her left arm, squeezing against Karen's forehead as she tried to pull her down. It took a moment but eventually Karen was forced to comply as Brooke tugged her head down and against her hip, stepping out beside the younger hardbody.
Karen's arms opened wide as she wrapped them around Brooke's solid thigh and tried unbalancing her opponent but Karen found it diffcult to get a grip on Brooke's nylon covered thigh. Brooke split her own legs wider and squeezed harder against her head, forcing a soft groan from Karen that tickled Brooke's hip. Karen's cheek now rubbing against the sideband of Brooke's lace underwear she was eye level with Tim's now hardening cock as he stroked it in full view on the couch. Again something primal in her encouraged her on as shoved again with a bout of renewed vigor.
"Awwww...look at that baby....I uhhh...think someone likes you...", Brooke huffed out mockingly as she leaned back, allowing her back to drop against the wall. Pulling her right hand back she swang a quick flurry of slaps to Karen's face, the first landing and stinging Karen's nose making it feel packed a little before Karen's left hand swung up to block the next two, batting at Brooke's hand as it came at her face. A mixture of grunts and wheezes followed as the two struggled in that position with Brooke squeezing on Karen's trapped head as Karen tried to toppled her and blocked slaps to her face that landed half the time. Karen eventually decided she had to do something an dropped her guard, letting last slap through. Wincing as it struck her cheek and forehead she grasped Brooke's hip before reaching her right arm around her and grabbing the side of her frilly bottoms tugging upwards and away from her shapely hips. Brooke's body straightened up immediately as the soft mesh slide between her thick pussylips, and tender ass' divide. The blonde awkwardly shuffled her hips, sliding her back along the wall for a moment, her face scrunched up in a way usually reserved for private natural processes. In one fluid motion she reached her right hand into Karen's now wet clump of hair clutching and pulling Karen before stepping forward and twisting sharply and she bent down, whipping a surprised Karen over her hip.
Karen gasped and Brooke grunted out in exertion as she lifted her, upending the taller girl's world as her vision flipped. Karen's body crashed against the carpeted floor with a heavy thud and she howled out, her left hand reaching behind for the small of her back and rubbing. Brooke stumbled a few steps doubled over, catching herself as she swung her arms for balance. Getting her footing she turned and reached down, grabbing the thin string of dark fabric encirling Karen's hips before straightening back up and lifting:
"I....; she began as she stood over Karen and began tugging the fabric up, ...don't...uhhhh...know...about you...but my underwear was sixty bucks.", she said as she stretched and actually began to lift Karen a little by her thong. Karen's muscles seized as she squealed out silently in shock and pain, her discomfort only growing when Brooke added her second hand to the tug and bounced her body.
Karen's silent scream now started to materialize into sound, taking form as a shrill panicked cry, before thankfully the band of underwear snapped. First at the hip, then a moment later the crotchband of the string bikini sprung away from Karen's body, leaving her completely nude as she fell back to the floor. Brooke stumbled backwards with the force of the attire's removal and caught herself against the wall. Holding the tattered pair of panites up to inspect them she smiled:
"Not some dollar store stripper flag.", she said tossing them aside.
Karen rolled to her left and clutched her back and newly shaved pussy, rubbing them both vigourously. Not wanting to give her any time to recover Brooke sprung forward, shoving herself off the wall before dropping and slamming her right knee and shin down onto Karen's hip and side making her howl out again:
"Auuuuuuhhhhwwww!!!", she groaned as her body spasmed for a moment, limbs flinging out and away from where they were trying to soothe. Brooke's hands dropped onto Karen's left shoulder as she ground her knee down into the bottom of Karen's back, twisting her leg from side to side to dig against Karen's kidney.
"Timmy....huurrrmmmff...was actually worried...you might be uhh...too much for me...."; Brooke wheezed as she struggled to hold down a now floundering Karen. Reaching and grabbing a handful of her Karen's long hair Brooke pulled her head back and up towards the ceiling as she looked to her husband and forced Karen to do the same.
From Tim's eyes, the pair's faces were near complete opposites. A grimace of sheer pain stared out through watery eyes below on the newly met one, as above a beaming mask of almost viseral pleasure and pride was worn by the familiar. It was a sight he had grown accustomed to and one he loved dearly;
"...was convinced...that you little gym rat girls...uhhhh...were something new...", Brooke continued with a sharp tug against Karen's curly reddish blonde hair that forced another sharp yelp from the younger woman;
"...but you're just like every other thirsty slut out there...all show.", she finished leaning down and spitting into Karen's face.
Karen's features twisted up in a new form of disgust amongst the pain on her face. Her arms shot up and clasped Brooke's dangling blonde hair as she pulled hard and rolled from her right hip towards her left one and pulling Brooke over her body. Brooke slapped down on the carpet beside her with a frustrated grunt from her lips as she pushed herself onto her hands and knees, her right palm pressing down against Karen's back. Karen's left hand dropped from Brooke's hair as she mirrored the move to keep Brooke low with her along the floor. Both women slid their knees in underneith themselves at almost the exact same time began to knee-walk backwards, breathing heavy in their awkward side by side hug. Tim arched his neck as he watched what he could only describe to himself as an "ass race", each set of buns moving an inch before the other would catch up. Eventually though, an angle gave way to oppritunity and Karen sprung up from below Brooke's extended right arm, getting above it and swinging her left arm out and around Brooke's head. She flexed her bicep and started to squeeze, her body collapsing downwards as she poured her weight onto the older woman.
Both women took a second to gather in some much needed air. Karen's arm though in control of Brooke's head could do little more than inflict some minor punishment so Brooke was content to deal with it for the moment. Karen reached up to her face with with her free forearm and wiped Brooke's saliva from her cheek, firing a small unaimed slap that landed with little effect on Brooke's shoulder before she went back to resting. After a few seconds the sweaty pile of flesh in the middle of the room started to bump to life as Brooke began to try to escape in earnest. Tucking her head low she pulled her left arm up to protect her throat as Karen slid her arm lower to try and snare her throat. Bumping her wider hips up and against Karen's she was able to force herself up onto her knees and tossed her right shin over Karen's left leg, stalemated the two knelt with their asses swaying and jostling to Tim's delight.
"You....huh...should...have listened....to your man!", Karen grunted out as she abandoned going for for Brooke's throat and instead went back to squeezing her temples and forehead with her bicep. Turning her body as best she could to the left she leaned into Brooke trying to force the older woman to topple over but Brooke flexed her right leg and held firm. Tim watched from behind as her began body shaking with the effort of keeping herself up and began to wonder if his wife was going down until he saw Karen's ass twitch, then flex hard and freeze as she screamed out. Tim couldn't exactly see what was happening but he knew exactly what that scream meant. A moment later his suspicions were confirmed when Karen's left arm pulled away from Brooke's head and shot down along with right hand to her own crotch. The younger girls ass flexed and unflexed as her body tried to break away from under Brooke's right leg to scoot out of range of Brooke's mauling fingers, which now had her plump pussylips twisted in a tight grip between her fingertips and nails. Brooke shifted more of her body behind Karen and was met with Karen's toned ass smacking her directly in the lower belly, forcing her to grunt out and lose most of the tightness in her grip on Karen. The loose hold began to feel less painful and more pleasureable to Karen, a fact she tried to ignore as she sought desperately to buck the slightly heavier woman off herself. She leaned to the left and shot her arm up and back, searching blindly until she felt something strawlike; and assuming it was Brooke's hair, began tug and pull hard against getting rewarded with a pained gasp. Slowly the weight atop her started to slide up her back as Brooke's hand slipped away from her pussy. Karen twisted a little further and reached her right hand up to join in the hair pull, sharply tugging to try and get Brooke to fully slip off her back. hating the feel of the older woman's breasts sliding along her skin as the weight on her back got considerablely lighter.
Brooke's body fell off her but in a kind of slow motion and, it afforded Brooke the time needed to adjust herself and and drop her right leg land parallel across Karen's back. Brooke's hands clutched at Karen's midsection for balance as she swung her left leg under Karen showing off a remarkable amount of flexibilty for her age.
A second later the thing Karen had most feared and wanted since she saw the first picture of Brooke's body finally happened as Karen wound up between Brooke's thighs. Karen gritted her teeth as she felt Brooke's hands hands slide back into the curls of her hair on her hair, tearing and yanking at Karen's head. She coughed out unable to exhale as Brooke's half nylon covered thighs began to bi-sect her body. Karen's arms immediately left Brooke's hair, dropping down to the legs encircling and denting her belly inwards and searched for a way to pry them loose.
Brooke sensed her prey was wounded pulled hard at Karen's head, wrapping it in her hands and using her lower forearms and wrists to clutch and control the struggling woman. Tugging hard she was able to force Karen to towards her left, allowing her body to settle on her own left hip and fleshy buttcheek as it flattened a little and she re-crossed her ankles tighening her squeeze:
"HUUURRRGHHHHHH!!!!", Karen bellowed. The noise was grossly reminiscent of someone dry heaving but it seemed somehow to everyone in the room; including herself right now, oddly erotic. Karen's hands gripped Brooke's left thigh and she felt it turn into near-rock as she tried to shove it down her body. But, Brooke simply tugged harder against Karen's head and twisted her hips pulling Karen off her knees. Karen's breasts and face ground against the carpet as Brooke rolled onto her left hip and pitched Karen forward a little, forcing Karen's ass high up into the air.
"Thereeeeuhhhh....we go sweetie.....suffer...uhhhhh...", Brooke hissed out as she pointed her toes outwards and increased the tension in her legs. The younger woman's body trembled as the pressure against her insides grew, she twisted and struggled to reach Brooke's ankles but the way the blonde was trapping her head made it impossible. Coughing out, she gave up on trying to reach Brooke's ankles and instead turned her lower body back into the older woman's bundled up midsection. Fumbling on her elbows she sought out the now damp and twisted fabric of Brooke's panties and slide her thumbs under the band just beside either side of the thong's front triangle. Shoving upwards she stretched the lace up into Brooke again, but with her legs scissoring Karen's stomach the attempted wedgie had little effect:
"Not...huhhh...this time bitch.,"...Brooke said with a smile before reaching out for Karen's left wrist and hand with her right. Brooke snagged it and tried pulling Karen's hand away from her bottoms but Karen held tight, stretching the fabric away from Brooke's tanned crotch and revealing the thin and light bush of Brooke's pubic hair for a moment. Their fingers battled for a few more moments until Brooke managed to pull Karen's off the small strip of fabric, feeling it snap back into place as she wrapped her fingers around Karen's slender wrist. Re-wrapping her left hand into Karen's reddish blonde hair she tugged hard and dropped her upper body back to the carpet, stretching Karen's left arm as she pulled her trapped body with her. Brooke's nylon covered ankles crossed again as she leaned on her back, her toes now pointing a little higher towards the ceiling and manuevering Karen to sit beside her with her upper body twisted at very sharp angle right. Wheezing and frustrated Karen's right hand stopped stretching Brooke's waistband and searching for another possible way out of her increasingly bad situation, slid underneith the black lace.
Brooke's hips shook as she felt Karen's soft fingers slide across the face of her vagina, her heightened senses causing her body to respond to quickly. But this only caused her legs to tighten, a fact she always found amusing when opponents learned it for the first time. Stretching her back out as far as she could she tried to pry the younger girls head away from her body, all while looking over to her husband in a twisted swimsuit pose as she exerted further pressure with her thighs. With her neck and arm stretched, and feeling as if she was being cut in half Karen did not stay with a gentle touch for long and her nails soon dug into Karen's wet pussylips, stretching the slightly loose folds apart. Karen's body immediately stiffened up and she stifled a cry out:
"Uhhhhhmmmffff...youuuuu...", she hissed, trailing off and letting go of Karen's left hand before attempting to grasp Karen's but Karen's left hand in turn just snagged her own. The pair's arms struggled to gain some kind of ground on each other while Brooke squeezed the air from Karen's lungs and Karen in turn continued to shred the skin from Brooke's sex.
"Huhhh...huhh....you wanna touch pussies huh slut?", Brooke hissed out angrily, tugging sharply against Karen's hair and making the encircled woman's head and tits shake and bounce. Arching her back she let go of Karen's hair and search aimlessly looking for Karen's hips and crotch. Unable to find it quickly she brought her hand back up, swinging her open palm against the side of Karen's now reddened face twice.
"Huh bitch?", Brooke asked again. Karen glared back at her only answering her question with another sliding shred against her labia. Growing annoyed with the pain, and feeling a need to answer such a finalistic challenge Brooke unlocked her legs and shoved against Karen's chest with her free hand, spinning her legs quickly as she used her feet as hands to help press away at a quickly advancing Karen. Getting her feet under her the younger girl pressed her lower half up, squating over Brooke's legs until the blonde's right legs slipped underneith her and pressed the sole of her foot into Karen's belly. Their trapped hands continued their own battle as Brooke created enough space with her right foot for her free hand to drop down to Karen's shaved crotch. Sitting up what little she could with Brooke leaning her weight down into her she easily slid her first two middle fingers inside Karen forcing her to gasp out a moan as her vaginal muscles clenched against the invading digits. Pleasure soon gave way to pain however as Brooke pressed the nail of her thumb into Karen's flat lower belly, digging in as her other two fingers began to tear at the sensitive inner walls of Karen's sex. Karen's body shook in response to the pain but she clenched her jaw tight to keep from screaming instead focusing her attack on her rival, clutching one single labia and twisting the fleshy appendage and digging her own nails in again. This must have hit a nerve with Brooke because the older woman's right leg kicked out and dropped to the floor beside Karen and she fell onto the blonde. The two lay there, each with a hand buried on or inside the other's sex working to ruin their counterpart's most defining and powerful characteristic. Both women's eyes now began to fill heavily with water as they both began to adopt the breathing pattern of a pregnant woman, quick sporadic bursts of breath or lack thereof became signals of damging blows dealt. Their sweat soaked bodies slapped and beat against one another as Karen struggled to pin her adversary to the carpet. Forcing Brooke's right arm down against the floor she slid her left knee up, opening her legs slightly to swing her knee over Brooke's right thigh and pressing down with whatever strength the position would allow. Sensing the danger Brooke quickly swung her left leg up and over Karen's shoulder and dropped her calf down onto her back. Karen felt the blonde's sweat soaked and nylon encased leg start to flex as her hips bumped upwards, trying to turn Karen to her left. Unbalanced and having no real way of using her arms, Karens body was pushed off Brooke's as the blonde rolled first onto her right hip then swung her legs out began working herself up to her knees. The two women's grips on each other kept them in close proximity as Brooke shuffled her way to her knees, the pairs entwined arms now shooting straight up towards the ceiling as their bodies crashed head on. The room echoed with a heavy sweaty slap of skin on as their fronts came together, the size difference in their breasts immediately noticeable as Brooke's chest completely smothered the younger woman's out of view. The lashing to Karen's pride perfectly timed with a painful slice of Brooke's nail along her inner labia. In response she spit out into the blonde's face to display how unimpressed she was and repay Brooke for her earlier disrespect. The blonde; seemingly a step ahead yet again, simply pressed her face forward and rubbed her saliva coated cheek against her opponents, rouge and mascara smearing onto Karen's cheek.
Their bodies began to sway like a drunk couple dancing away the closings hours at a local watering hole. One woman would lean into the other forcing her to bend back before the pendulum would swing back the other way and she would find herself on the defensive. Both women's quads and hammies flexed and trembled as their hands rooted around between each other's legs, their pained yelps and screams eventually giving way to quieter gasps and sobs as the began to slump against one. Two different shades of blonde hair began to tangle as their tears joined together from their faces presses. Shuffling on their knees they both continued to try and leverage the other to fall over but now they each began to focus more intently on their opponent's hopefully weakest spot.
"Huhhh...uhh...I'm surprised they don't...eeeeehh...have to throw the seat...uh...out when you're done with theeeeeeemmmm...you litttttle slut...", Brooke panted into Karen's ear.
"Huhhh...uhhhnnoonolllyyy...thing...getting me wet in here...uhhhh is your man's donkey dick!," Karen shot back, hoping to take Brooke off her game by mentioning something so precious to her and unfortunately she did just that, only response it came in the form of Brooke's index and middle nail reaching high into her and pinching her clitorus. Karen's entire body froze, her ass clenching hard as her fingers slowed their clawing inside Brooke. The pain was so sharp she felt her stomach clench inwards threathening it felt as if she may vomit, but swaying her hips quickly she was able to make Brooke release the small nub as she tried to back her hips and butt away, off the blonde's hand and out of her grasp. Brooke wasn't about to let her go so easily though as she pressed forward, forcing Karen to bend back at the middle of her spine. Karen quickly countered by walking her knees backwards and the two repeated the move two move times before Brooke's body jumped in response to a new feeling. Karen's hand was no longer trying to spear her nails into the Brooke's insides but instead had began to softly massage them.
"Mooohhhffff....that's how you want it...uhhhh...", Brooke asked already adapting her own fingers to start a scissoring circle of the insides of her opponent's tight pussy. Karen's legs quaked in immediate response, followed a moment later by Brooke's legs and ass tensing and trembling. The room began to fill with the sounds of wet suction as their fingers began to pick up speed, soft moans escaping their lips between curses and insults:
"Bitch!!!"
"Whore!!!"
"Old hag!!!"
"Rookie slut!!!"
"Look....uhhh...at your man....uhhhhmmmm....you think...uhh that cock's hard for you?!...Uhhhh pleasssseeee bitch!"
"You...ohh....mfff, think he....oh shit...wants your scrawny ass...uh little girl?"
"Pretty...ooooo....sure he'd take my scrawny ass over...ah ahhhh...your fat ass!!!"
"Ohhhhhhhbabbbbyyyy....you feeeeel my uhhh...body...all woman...you uhh....feel like a twelve year old boy!!!".
As the intimacy of their contest grew it was only natural that the women's insults would begin to involve Tim with more frequency, but it was no coincidence. The peripheral vision of one eye of each of the women was increasingly eyeing the near nine inches he was stroking on the couch as both women's sexual appetite grew and became more transparent. Tim smiled; he knew the coveting and flattery were hollow to an extent as he was merely a trophy but it was still always welcomed by his aging ego, and flexed his cock in his hand to salute the two women in recognition of their compliment. The two continued to lean and sway back and forth, their skin now two distinct bright red tones and coated all over with a heavy sheen of sweat. The sculpture of their muscles began to define more and more with every tremble and quake, their voices becoming one almost harmonious moan until one tone overtook the other and drowned it out.
Karen's head lulled to the side as her lips searched for something to kiss and her voice cracked into a single stream of high pitched sobbing and slowly her body began bending back further from the pressure Brooke's arm was exerting on her own. Every muscle in her began to spasm and convulse as Brooke again found her clitoris, pinching the hard nub again but this time with much more sensitivity. Karen's fingers began to slow their movement's inside Brooke as she shook and looked into the blonde's face seemingly almost apologetic and in wide-eyed shock. Her lips still pouted begging for something to press to; possibly for the sensation or possibly to rationalize away what was happening as an act of love rather than failure, but Brooke offered neither. Composing herself as she felt Karen's hand all but stop inside her, she instead once again spit what little saliva she could muster from her dry mouth into the overheating woman's face:
"Huhhhh huhhh...ahhh...I..knew you were...uhh shit fuck...", Brooke said hoarsely as she leaned further into Karen and forced her to slump down onto her haunches, her trembling butt bouncing off her calves with each shooting sensation of devestating pleasure. Brooke pulled against her once trapped hand which she now found was barely being held and freed it before grasping a climaxing Karen's head by the hair and tugging her towards her own breasts. Shifting her hips a little she raised her upper body up, both pulling herself free from Karen's now useless fingers and slipping them out of her now stretched underwear as well as bringing her sizeable breasts eye level with her now cum-drunk opponent's still contorted face. If the bitch wanted something to kiss, Brooke thought as she pressed Karen's bright red face into her cleavage before sliding her breasts back and forth across the girl's features. Brooke's fingers never slowed and she felt the results of hand panting out against her tits, bathing them in the warm breaths of Karen's desperation and confusion.
In a brief moment of carnal clarity Karen's hands pressed at Brooke's hips trying to force the older woman away from her and stop her depilitating stimulation and disrespectful display but she found she had little strength left in her muscles. Still she pushed and succeeded in straightening them as she hopped on her knees backwards, sighing as she felt Brooke's hand slip from inside her with an almost inaudible pop. Dropping her right arm she breathed in deeply and wrapped it around Brooke's left leg, conjuring as much strength as she could before pulling against it. Hoisting her adversary upwards by her leg she upended Brooke as they both crashed to the carpet with Brooke's spine taking the brunt of the fall.
Ignoring the pain Brooke tugged hard at Karen's dangling hair, her left hand joining her right to get a better hold of strands. At the same time her right leg shot up and towards the ceiling while shoving downwards against a still very gassed Karen's head and neck. Karen felt the back of Brooke's thigh and knee slap against her the back of her neck twice before a sharp pain started to develop when Brooke began tightening. Brooke's hand left Karen's hair and reached for her own right ankle, grasping and pulling hard against it as she leaned to her left and trapped Karen's head. Karen's free arm reached for Brooke's wrist but it was too late as the older woman's thick thigh began to flex against her neck and head. Brooke cynched the hold tighter and dropped back further to the left to better lock Karen in and apply pressure as well as give her the angle to press Karen's face deeply into her now overheated and anxious pussy. Karen's neck strained for a few moments before her body fell from it's knees, landing on it's left side unable to hold out against the pain the older woman's legs was causing her sensitive spinal column. For a moment she simply rested, her glassy eyes staring up from just above Brooke's dark panties before finally her linbs sprang to life. Pressing her hands against the bottoms of Brooke's thighs Karen began spinning her legs and running in place on the floor, making the blonde laugh out between heavy grunts and gasps:
"Uhhh huhhhh..huh...shut you up good...", she jeered as she pulled against Karen's hair, and turned her hips towards the right a little before whipping her left leg out and straight towards the ceiling. Shimmying her hips and rolling onto the small of her back she re-tightened her grip on her right ankle to ensure her scissor was solid before flexing her legs hard again in an almost academic figure four hold.
"That's it sweetie...come on...uhh...keep it coming....I want you to KNOW this old hag took everything you had...huhhh...", Brooke hissed out as she enjoyed the feel of Karen's panicked groans and screams against her covered crotch. Karen's feet slid along the carpet as their movements became more urgent, her arms shoving hard against Brooke's upturned buttcheeks as she rocked the older woman's body back and forth but, Brooke would not be moved. She knew she had Karen locked it tight and planned to make her pay for her ever insinuating of trespassing where only her own sex was allowed to tread. Karen's head swam, her heart beating in her temples, her eyes darted around the room as she looked for some avenue of escape but held tight in Brooke's legs embrace she could barely see beyond the blonde's massive breasts and belly. She continued to press against Brooke's legs trying to remove her head but Brooke simply rocked on the small of her back absorbing every thrust. Karen pulled her legs in, pressing her knees to the carpet as she collected her reserves and pulled against her head hard. In turn, Brooke struggled to hold her right ankle with her and pulled hard against her grip on Karen's hair and reddened scalp. Karen's body slowly began to rise from her knees and lift Brooke's form with it as she stood up halfway, dragging one of Brooke's nylons up her leg before it finally ripped but, her body stalled there before her legs shook and gave out dropping them both back down to the carpet in a heavily panting heap.
As the seconds passed by the movement in Karen's limbs began to slow along with the power of her struggles. Her arms and legs started to feel as if they had sandbags attached, the muscles pulsing and burning with every breath she could manage to steal. Her shoulders continued to thrust forward but her hands slid away from Brooke's tensed gluts and hammies, dropping to the carpet below. Straightening her legs out she pressed her toes into the carpet and shoved her body up and forward as hard as she possible could, her hands again clasping the blonde's gluts and even spreading her asscheeks a little as struggled to fold the blonde over her own body. But, Brooke barely moved leaving the younger girl's body to shake for a few moments as she held herself aloft by Brooke's legs before collapsing onto her front. Brooke flexed her glutes and tugged her hips hard to left, pulling Karen further against the floor forcing her breasts and nipples to roughly drag against the carpeted floor. Karen's well toned legs flopped around reminiscent of an newly born animal , trying to re-establish a footing on their knees while her arms swung a furious round of open handed smacks at Brooke's skin in various places but she only succeeded in getting one her hands snagged by the older woman. She thrashed her upper body about in her opponents grasp and howled out in frustration into the flesh and lace prison entombing her head and face. Her lungs burned from lack of air, her every muscle pulsed with pain and the nerve points along her spine and sex throbbed with pressure. Her vision began to brighten, the image of Brooke's upper body illuminated by bright flecks of light and color. Finally and all at once her whole body seemed to resign itself to situation, all of her limbs shutting down simultaneously and ceasing their struggles as Karen's body slumped downwards, sagging towards the floor. Exhausted from her shameful orgasm and Brooke's debilitating hold Karen could barely gather the strength or will to ignore her pride and extend her right arm, rapidly slapping against the floor.
Brooke's legs immediately untensed just enough for Karen to take a deep inhale into her now cherry red face which stared up at Brooke as she pressed herself up onto one of her elbows to meet Karen's gaze eye to eye and smirk:
"Huhhhh...huhh...what bitch?...huhh what do you want?", she panted, her large breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breath as she tugged on Karen's hair to emphasize her question. Karen softly squealed as her tender scalp's roots were once again pulled before she mournfully told Brooke what she herself had so hoped and was certain would hear the other woman say:
"Huhh...huhhhhh I give up...", she muttered, her body moving slightly in places to try and ease it's pain.
"Huhhh...huhh...what do you want?!..huhhh say it into my pussy...", Brooke demanded quickly, tugging against Karen's trapped wrist to snuggle her face tighter against her lace underwear. Karen shoved her lips against the underwear and repeated what she said, but Brooke twisted her wrist in response:
"I...huurrhh...said INTO my pussy bitch!", the blonde yelled. Karen's lips trembled for a moment before she manuevered her face to push Brooke's bottom's aside with her nose and lips and slip them between her slick labia:
"Mmmmiiii...mmmunaaa...gggggeeevvvoppppp...", she said; or tried to at least, the words almost caused Brooke to climax right then as they vibrated against her throbbing insides, but she took a small breath to control herself and released Karen's hair. Reaching down she searched for and secured Karen's free but now useless arm and gripping both wrists tight pulled hard against the Karen's arms as her legs shot out and straight up and towards the ceiling, trapping Karen's battered head again:
"FUCKING TOUGH SLUT!...", Brooke yelled as her thighs began flattening the sides of Karen's head again. Brooke crossed her nylon covered ankles; the one silken hose hanging off her bronzed leg like a battle flag waving in the wind, and poured on the pressure as she stretched back harder against Karen's wrists.
"...'cause what you want doesn't matter.", she finished as she felt Karen's body lift a little and begin to rock her body with feeble struggles against her the backs of her legs. Karen's shoulders bumped them as her legs started to run in place again trying to get her knees under for a few seconds before all at once her entire body stopped moving completely and slumped, held up only by Brooke's tensed scissoring legs.
Blackness swallowed Karen's mind but for the briefest of moments she was still awake. She felt no pain from her body, in fact she didn't "feel" her body at all. The only thing she felt was a tremendous sense of dread and failure as Brooke's last sentence followed her into the dark.
***
Karen awoke uneasy, her mind slow to resume it's functions and filled with confusion as it tried to deal with the unfamiliar sensation of lost time. Her vision slowly came into focus but was filled with nothing but bright white. For a moment she wondered if this was wasn't blind people saw all the time, or if possiblely she wasn't dead at the hands of the cougar that had outfoxed her. That may also explain the slightly pleasurable feeling she was experiencing at the moment too, but the reasons for both soon became apparent as a smiling Brooke's face, shoulders and breasts slipped into view and Karen realized she had simply been staring at the ceiling of the basement. The pleasurable feeling ceased for moment and Karen felt her lower body shuffled before she saw her own shin and foot appear in her field of vision, pressed against Brooke's left shoulder as the blonde bent Karen's leg up towards the room's roof. Karen felt a rush of cool air chill her nether regions before something warm and moist pressed tightly against them and begin to tickle the insides of her stomach with it's movements. She winced a moment later as she felt the sharp pain produced in the small of her back as Brooke leaned down into her, folding her body as she brought her pussy down onto Karen's sex. Brooke's face leaned in filling Karen's now nearly whole and returned vision as her full lips opened wide:
"Nowuhhhh...you can kiss me bitch...," she whispered as she forcefully pressed her tongue into Karen's mouth, filling it with her hot breath. Sensation slowly started to come back fully to Karen's lower half as she felt the older woman's hips humping her wet pussy down against her own spread and tender pussylips. Moaning out in the Brooke's mouth she didn't; and couldn't intially resist in any way as she felt Brooke's hands slide around her throat and into her hair, Brooke's breasts dropping and weighing Karen's chest down and making it hard to breath. Her back seized and released with every grind, the pain only increasing as Brooke snuggled her body closer and tightened her embrace against Karen's immobilized form. Her arms laying useless at her sides, her free leg twitching randomly on carpet she coundn't have stopped the ferocious woman atop her if she wanted to and as feeling slowly returned to body the desire to already began to wane. Slowly the increased pace and intensity of her hip's rythmic grinds slowly began to soothe Karen's aching muscles as her tongue; the first physical thing to truly come back to life within her body, began to lightly flick against Brooke's. Getting her feet under her the blonde lifted her hips up and using Karen's tattered hair as a reign shuffled her lower half into a squatting position. Her now dripping sex smeared against Karen's again as Brooke used her own labia's to further open up the prone woman's pussy before thrustng downwards with such intensity the pairs bodies began to slide along the carpet. Slowly the women began to move across the room to a rising crescendo of moans and suction from between them as the speed of Brooke's hips began to grow.
Karen began to sob as a sense of shame and powerlessness so profound in it's totality it nearly shattered her psyche the instant it appeared washed over her. The feeling of being brought to tears by pleasure instead of pain was foreign to Karen and felt immediately and distinctly humiliating. She knew she could not blame the pain in spine; which had now been reduced to a mere tightness, or the carpet burn now appearing on the skin above it for producing them. She also knew she could not ignore the rising responses of her body to Brooke's manipulations or stop her in any way and worse yet, she began to fully understand she didn't want to stop them in some way. Her arms came to life as with great effort she lifted them and wrapped them around Brooke's back, hugging her closer but Brooke's hands quickly left her throat and hair and began to reach for them. Grabbing Karen's hands with her trembling pair she led them down to her own pumping ass cheeks, helping them palm the flexing muscles:
"Muuuoohhhnnlllyy....ohhhere...uhhh...huhh....all you're good enough to touch fooohrrr..uhh..now...," she panted between Karen's lips before her own slid to Karen's cheeks, her tongue lapping at the skin and tasting the salty water that stained them.
Karen obliged, squeezing the plump mounds of flesh as they pounded Brooke's wet sex down into her own and Brooke returned her hands to their previous positions, this time beginning to squeeze against her hold on Karen's throat. Suddenly, Karen felt her body stop as the back of her head, neck and shoulders met something solid and after a moment she realized it the wall. The halt in the pair's progress did nothing to curb the force of the gyrations of Brooke's hips though, in fact with her grip on Karen now re-secured they only grew in power.
Karen could barely moan as new waves of pleasure consumed her beleaugered body. Her fragile ego; already struggling to maintain some sembelence of who she was before today, begged her to not to give in to her desires. It screamed her accomplishments and bloated sense of itself inside her head and tried to remind of her just who was atop her producing those desires. It flashed photos of herself winning races and lifting at the gym in her minds eye, of stunned lovers faces as they climaxed from her skillful minstrations. But, all that was moot in the shadow of Brooke's raw carnal power and Karen's delibitated state. If she could just hold out until Brooke...
....but she couldn't, and didn't. The orgasm that ripped through her body silenced the voices in her head instantly, snuffing away the powerful self-images running through her mind like candles in a heavy wind. All that was became feeling; crisp and almost electrical and all-encompessing. What little grasp she had on time, herself and reality as a whole it seemed faded as every nerve point in her body exploded with feeling and began to make her muscles spasm. Brooke's thumb and fingers squeezed Karen's throat tighter, removing much need oxygen and intesifying her climax. There would be no reprieve for the younger challenger; there couldn't be, not with the way she had flaunted herself about and made Tim look at her. She would prove to Karen, Tim and most importantly herselfin all totality that she was the better of the pair and the one superior in all aspects of nature. The better lover, fighter and invariablely the better woman. Sliding her bent right leg forward Brooke fully mounted the flailing woman below her, riding her twitching hips down as she flattened Karen's asscheeks against the carpet under her weight. Maintaining her rythym she pulled her upper body away from Karen's, sitting up and leaving her again searching for a kiss that wasn't there as she wrapped her arms around Karen's upturned right leg. Using the twitching limb for leverage Brooke began to bang her hips downwards with a much more pointed thrust, making Karen's lulling head bang lightly against the wall with each slam of her hips. Her own body begged for release; and looking down at the vacant stare in Karen's eyes she could see her point hand been proven, she finally agreed. Pulling her right leg up she simultaneously dropped her left knee, reversing her legs positioning before lifting her right leg and pushing her right foot into Karen's bright red face. Karen's head tilted and turned as the sole of Brooke's foot squashed her nose and cheeks, pressing her head against the sheet rock wall but her hands never left Brooke's swivelling asscheeks. This clear sign of submission only quickened the rapid ascent of Brooke's climax as her head shot upwards and she howled out a primal moan.
Synchronistic with the entire episode as Brooke's orgasm was strengthening, Karen's was weakening and as it did new images developed in her minds eye accompanied by a strong feeling of despondency and shame. In these she no longer won the race or powered weights above her head, but instead watched as her competition from her past crossed the finish line before her in ecstatic truimph and other beautiful women from the annals of her memory outshinned her on the gym floor. Barely able to hold her hands up against Brookes now spasming buttcheeks, Karen's sobbing again grew louder between gasps and moans:
"Puuuhhh...uhhh...huhh...pleassssseee....stopppppppuuhhh...", she blubbered, but Brooke's only reponse was to push her foot harder against Karen's face. Salt bathed her tastebuds as she struggled to pull breath from behind Brooke's foot and the shame she was feeling between momentary surges of pleasure began to turn to anger. But, then a curious thing happened as she got a full view of Brooke's bouncing top half through her tear laden eyes. The anger was immediately quelched and replaced with a sense rapture as she immediately became enthralled with the ease of Brooke's fluid movements and sheer beauty of the woman in climax.
How after all this could the older woman still have the energy and will to continue? How could she maintain such composure and control through it all? How had she been able to reduce Karen to such a state and look like as she did? The answer was blatantly clear but Karen's mind tried to dance around it, not ready to come to the realization. Moments later it was forced to though as Brooke's spasmic pounding along with the newfound respect Karen was realizing she held for the woman coaxed a second, albiet smaller orgasm from her body. Her hands again clutched Brooke's thrusting ass before her left simply fell away and she began to shudder, voiceless moans slipping out from below Brooke's foot. Even in her orgasmic state Brooke realized what was happening; quite possiblely before Karen fully did, and moaned out louder:
"Huh huhhhh huhhhhoommmmm...that's it's sweetie ohh huhhhh...accept it...huh..yessss...yesssss yesss....huh....huh huh...accept it...", she panted dropping her foot away from Karen's face as she again mounted her. Leaning down, she bent Karen's leg upwards again as she repeated the two words over and over before forcefully pressing her lips to Karens trembling pair. Their two bodies twitched and shook as one on the physical plane, muscles flexing and unclenching in almost mirror-like patterns. Inside their heads however; on the mental plane, two disparate sets of feelings began to from and dictate their actions. Karen's amounted to little more than absorbing Brooke's slowing thrusts while she openly cried into the pairs kiss, while Brooke was more active, possessively fondling her conquests chest.
Slowly the termultuious physical storm inside both women began to subside, and all that was left was the consequences of what had just transpired. They lay barely moving with their heated crotches rested against one and other still sensitive, their hips randomly twitching or rubbing them against their counter. Brooke slowly eased her upper body away from Karen's and stretched it, using Karen's breasts to help her as she pressed her own chest forward and began rubbing her dangling breasts across the weeping woman's face. She wanted Karen to simultaneously feel not only the abundant difference between the two of them in such a defining aspect of femininity, but also her own shortcomings. The comparison provided the perfect punctuation mark to Karen's ordeal, dealing a psychogical blow so simplistic and evidential in it's visual representation that Brooke was sure Karen would never forget it's devestating effect. Brooke shuddered as she felt Karen's hot tears slather against the sensitive skin of her breasts, the exhausted woman's panting sobs coaxing her hips to thrust several more grinds into Karen's tingling sex.
Karen's sobs grew heavier as she began to fully realize what Brooke already knew, that her second orgasm was one of homage. Unforced, she had offered it up in act of reverance to Brooke's power and unbridled sexuality. The blonde's hands now slid behind Karen's head as she hugged her tighter into her bosom, enveloping Karen into her cleavage. Karen's lips pursed as she gave Brooke what she believed the older woman wanted; and in the moment what some part of Karen herself desired, as she pressed them softly against the skin of Brooke'sleft breast.
"Huhhh..huhh...not there...", Brooke whispered before sliding her hips forward, her slick pussy peeling away from Karen's as their swollen labia disentangled and left leg landed with a heavy thud beside Karen. Brooke's arms unclasped from around the prone woman's head and it dropped back against the wall, Karen's face frozen in a way that only severe trauma can induce. She felt Brooke's weight shuffle up her body as the blonde clasped the wall behind them for leverage before reaching down and shuffling Karen's head further towards the carpet. Karen watched as Brooke's thick, tanned thighs one still half wrapped in black nylon and glistening pussy came into view, manuevering towards her. Karen's grimaced as she felt Brooke's weight drop fully onto her breasts, shoulders and finally her head Brooke's hips thrust her swollen labia across her features:
"....here...", came the disembodied older woman's voice from above her as she pressed her pussy into Karen's face. Humid warmth descended over the bottom of her face as Karen felt the tip of nose scrunch up before it slide inside Brooke's sex, the stiff nub of Brooke's clitorous actually rubbing against the rim of her nostril as she pressed firmly into Karen. Her hips began to shuffle, turning Karen's head lightly back and forth to a small protest from her captive but soon Karen's mouth opened in acceptance of it's obligation. The heat radiating from Brooke's sex seemed to have it's own density as it imprinted it's taste against Karen's tongue and lips, assaulting her tastebuds with it's heavy musk and robbing her already dry mouth of moisture with their salty undertones. Dipping her tongue inside the blonde Karen tried to regain enough composure to truly satisfy her but found it near impossible in such a humiliating position. All she could manage were awkward strokes of her tongue between sobs; not that it mattered to Brooke, the simple voluntary symbol of Karen's submission was nearly enough to cause her pulsing sex to erupt again. Her hips began to softly drag and press her dripping pussy up, down and all over Karen's face, before dropping her left arm and cupping Karen's head and tugging her deeper inside her velvety folds. Karen's entire body tensed as she felt the wet section from Brooke's pussy attach itself to her face and steal her ability to breath, the coarse hairs surrounding it scratching the bridge of her nose and eyebrows. Brooke's body began to quake and rock atop Karen, the blonde's belly swelling out and retracting as she arched her back and tilted her head towards the ceiling and her grip on Karen's head and hair tightened even further as her entire body seized once again. Brooke's mind seem to rocket out of her body as a wave a familiar primal satisfaction rushed over her, an almagamation built not only of phyiscal pleasure but of the full realization of her triumph over another woman. The feeling; one long since lost to humanity since it curbed itself with fire and shelter, spurred her hips pace to grow faster and more violent demanding she further display her dominance. The zenith of her climax becoming an affirmation of her vitality and youth as she began to fully embody the natural archetype of a pack leader relishing the successful defenense of her status against a younger upstart. Brooke's thighs slapped against the side's of Karen's head as the pleasure of subjecating her rival overwhelmed her and she began to bang her right hand against the sheet rock wall, the room echoing with a series of dull bangs. Her head swung down to stare into Karen's wide eyes:
"HUHHH...HUHH...don't you stop...you...AHHH....preetttyyy...AH....litttle fucktoyahhh...", she groaned out unable to control the volume of her voice and violently gripping at Karen's hair. Karen didn't know exactly what she should not stop doing, or be doing for that matter as currently it was taking everything she had just to remain awake under the battering Brooke's hips and pussy were delivering. Her mouth and jaw opened and closed searching for air between her pained gasps, but all she could taste or smell was Brooke. She felt the muscles surrounding her nose and mouth spasm hard one last time and finally the tension against her face eased as Brooke's weight began to slide away before a palm lightly slapped the side of her face:
"Huhhh...better...huhh...use of...huh..that shit talker you got there...definetely.,,,huh...", the blonde teased as she slowly pushed herself up to her feet, using her palms to climb the wall and stood over Karen. Brooke stumbled a little before sliding her right foot onto Karen's chest, pressing it down and making the younger girl wince:
"Huhhh..huh...tell me...", she stated simply, her hands sliding up into her hair as she pushed it back and away from her shimmering face. Karen stared for a moment pleadingly, hoping Brooke would be happy with the look in her eyes but soon realized she would have speak again:
"I...huhh.....give up...", she stammered out but Brooke only pressed harder against her chest with her foot, making Karen softly groan out.
"No.....tell me...", Brooke began, her breath beginning to get back to it's regular pace as her arms dropped from her head, her hands sliding to her hips, "....do you still think you're the better woman?", she finished.
The evidence would have been clear for anyone to see but in this moment, with Brooke standing above her, to Karen it was insurmountable. The near half a century old woman had taken her; a woman supposedly in the prime of her life physically and sexually, and reduced her to a quivering mess. Kareen was exhausted; she had run marathon's in her life even an ultra-marathon once, but she had never felt this tired. Her every muscle seemed strained, torn even in certain places. Her skin was a almost plaid-like pattern of red and purple, strew with carpet burn marks and scratches. Her head and neck felt misaligned and her back throbbed with a pain she had never experienced before her life. Brooke however, appeared to have had a nice work-out. Her body bore the same carpet burn as Karen's but besides her running make up the only thing marring her body was a single bruise below her left breast. One; Karen thought, I left one bruise. The idea made her feel like a child and brought a new sense of despondency over her, twisting her face with the physical reaction to her failure as she again began to sob. She would later try tell herself what she said was out of helplessness and fear but, in that moment and the rest that followed in Karen's life deep down she would know it was accceptance:
"No.....huhhh...huhhhhhhh....you're the better woman Brooke...huhh...", Karen blubbered as her hands lifted towards her face to cover it and she became a near picture perfect mirror of a younger Brooke. Ironically the image had been one of her personal favorite's of the polaroid pictures she had found. She had hoped to imitate the scene in the photograph; and had truly been positive she would, but was certain she would have been playing the other role. Karen cried like she never had before in her life, it wasn't just that Brooke had beaten her or that she had done so at nearly the age of Brooke's mother. Nor was it the fact that apparently her hours upon hours of excersize had been a complete waste. But, the obliteration of the idea that no person, man or woman could make her say uncle.
Brooke stared down taking in every subtle nuance of the destruction of Karen's ego. She had no sympathy for the woman as she had promised; there was every possibility that could have been her down there laying on the carpet, it was by sheer will alone it was not. Brooke never felt more alive than in these moments, metaphorically tasting her kills blood and having been on the other end of them several times always savoured the meal. But, vindicated in front of her mate and needed a respite she shoved her foot against Karen's chest one last time, forcing the girl to huff out a breath before she turned and began to walk off. Karen offered up one last act of submission as she turned away from an exiting Brooke and curled into a fetal position and continued her sobbing.
She wasn't sure how long it took; time again her enemy, but eventually Karen heard Tim speak:
"Think that pussy might be hungry for a little cock?,".
Yesssssssssss, Karen thought. Honestly, her mind was split on the decision. To be more accurate it mind was eighth'ed on it, if that was possible. Feeling simultaneously ashamed, violated, exhausted, horny and angry she did however know one thing. If she slept with Tim she could at least leave here feeling as if she had gotten something up on woman who defeated her. Twirling quickly she lit up her best fuck me eyes and tried to smile but her face dropped into dismay and fear as she realized Tim had never been talking to her at all. He had been speaking to Brooke who was now re-approaching Karen and getting close. Karen's wide eyes stared at the dangling clear dildo that now hung between Brooke's legs attached to a thin black strap that was wrapped around her hips and crotch. The blonde reached out for her with a sadistic smile on her face:
"Too bad he won't be the one feeding it".
