[katietay]

For the Kwans, the two months pass quickly. Every week goes by with the same discipline and rigor: diet, training, rest.

Dahlia is right there beside her mother, encouraging and exhorting her to greater effort as Karen sweats and grunts her way through squats, deadlifts, chest presses, assisted pull-ups, leg lifts and hero curls. Every day they eat chicken and eggs, fish and kale, beef and broccoli. On every day that isn't a gym day, they have arm wrestling practice in the mornings and afternoons, locking arms over the dining table to build each other's power and stamina. And after each training day, the late evening is given over to the special endurance training Karen will need: she and her daughter make love in a variety of positions, with varying pace and tempo, with and without toys, with hands and mouth and tongue and pussy against pussy, clitoris against clitoris, until they are both swooning in each other's arms. Only then do they rest, and drift off into deep sleep, embracing each other.

At the end of these two months, Karen is buffer than she's ever been, and Dahlia is in peak condition as well. The two love to pose and flex for each other in the bedroom, in the nude, displaying for each other their hard-won physiques. Dahlia runs her hands admiringly over her mother's smooth, ridged abdomen. The chunks of abdominal muscle have hardened and become really strong. Then her fingers pause as they run over the lines of cellulite on Karen's lower belly, where there is still some fat.

Karen stays quiet; she knows her daughter. Dahlia cups her pubic mound, and then leans forward to kiss the cellulite, giving them her daughterly devotion. This is where she came out of, she thinks. These lines are beautiful to her, because they bespeak the strength her mother had to endure the travails of childbirth. And now, all grown-up, she can worship her mother's vagina and be nourished by her mother another way.

She looks up. "You're going to win, Mom. You're going to beat that bitch Sheila." The match is in two days' time.

"I'll do it for you. For us," Karen promises, cupping her daughter's loving face.

"For us," Dahlia echoes in affirmation. Then she leans back as her mother moves forward to straddle her face. Eagerly she slurps, letting Karen's delicious juices run all over her mouth and chin, until her mother shudders in orgasm. Dahlia doesn't let go - she clutches Karen's thighs and keeps going, harder than before, increasing the intensity. This is the last day of training before the match. Karen will have to endure this and more from her opponent.

The contest will be conducted in 3 stages. The first stage tests raw strength and will. Karen and Sheila will stand at a table and lock up, alternating right and left arms. The first woman to win consecutively, once with both arms, will take the point.

Next, it will be a grappling match in a wrestling ring. The two mothers will wrestle with all the strength and skill they can muster, to wring a verbal or tapped submission from the loser. There will be no punching, kicking, striking or hair-pulling - just grappling.

If the women are now evenly matched with a point each, then the final stage will settle things. They will lock up pussy against pussy in a cross-legged tribbing position for a sexfight to the finish, free to use their hands and mouth however they see fit, with the only stipulation being that their pussies must stay in contact. This will be a test of their sexual stamina and prowess - the loser is the one who gives up first or faints from exhaustion.

Karen is determined to put on a better performance than she did at the Fitness Challenge event, for her daughter's sake. She remembers the stinging shame of losing on stage, publicly, and with her daughter watching and weeping. She can still remember how it felt to stand beside the referee, head bowed in defeat, Sheila's arm raised in victory. She vows to herself that she will give a much better account of herself and her muscular strength this time. Against Sheila's height and weight advantage, she will pit her grit and tenacity, and her desire to make her daughter proud.

The mother who wants it more will get it, she knows. She wants it so, so badly.

After Dahlia gives her the fifth orgasm she staggers away, shaking all over. Her daughter helps her into bed, and they cuddle each other to sleep, dreaming of how it would feel to stand tall together in victory, above their defeated rivals...

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Sylvia moans long and loud, low and throatily. Sweat beads her face and body. Her muscular arms spread her mother's legs wide open. Her pelvis is a blur as she keeps driving the strap-on into her mother's pussy. Her thighs slap vigorously and rapidly against Sheila's butt cheeks. Her teeth are bared in a grin - she loves pounding her mother.

Sheila moans in unison with her daughter, except hers is a high-pitched quivering whine. Her eyeballs have rolled halfway back. Her breasts jiggle and wobble like jelly on her chest. Her arms are flexed, displaying her large biceps and triceps that have grown even thicker in the intervening months. She is delirious with pleasure - Sylvia has already given her 6 orgasms and she is approaching her 7th.

Perhaps because of the thickness of her labia, and the shape of her clitoral hood, Sheila has always had more trouble reaching orgasm by touch alone - she actually manages better with penetration, especially with a strap-on big enough to just about touch her cervix, like the one her daughter is wearing. They found it years ago and have never needed to try new ones ever since. For Sylvia's smaller pussy, it is a tight, snug fit. For Sheila it hits all her most sensitive spots inside. The only other way for her to cum hard is for Sylvia to suck directly on her clitoris, which is a larger than average nub. Pussy-to-pussy tribadism is not as effective for her.

This does mean, however, that she will likely have an edge in round 3 of the duel. Of course, they both hope that it doesn't need to happen.

Ever since the challenge was issued and accepted, Sheila has increased her dietary intake and the intensity of her physical training. Her shoulders are now blockier from dumbbell shoulder presses; her arms are thicker from bicep curls and triceps pulldowns; she has increased the weight she does with her leg press by nearly 20%. She has lost some muscle definition, though, due to putting on weight, but she is willing to make that tradeoff - her objective is becoming stronger in specific ways, and she prioritizes that. Sylvia has encouraged her to do more full-body movements like squats, but Sheila has never been a fan of the powerlifting movements and would rather avoid them if she can, since they require a fair bit of technique and she once injured herself doing deadlifts with poor form. She reasons that for round 1, training her arms is of the first importance, since they're not arm wrestling like the professionals, but rather relying on raw muscle power. For round 2, she is extremely confident that her clear weight and height advantage will stand her in good stead and allow her to dominate Karen. Sylvia has to admit that her mother's logic is sound.

As for round 3, they simply do what they do every night already: fuck each other's eyeballs out, and then sleep like pigs until the morning.

With a sob, Sheila has her 7th orgasm of the night. Her arms alternately flex and relax, as her entire body shudders - this is the strongest one yet, and it threatens to knock her out cold. But Sylvia does not let up - she keeps pounding away, her sculpted abdomen flexed tightly, until she too stiffens and trembles with her own orgasm - her 4th. The strap-on pushing against her clitoris repeatedly feels so good, and seeing her mother's big, strong body helpless before her heightens her arousal to incredible levels.

When she is done, she pulls out and lets go of her mother's legs, which flop down immediately onto the bed - Sheila has gone as limp as a fish. The towel under her hips, placed there to absorb both their juices, is absolutely soaked through, and the bedsheets are a little stained. Sheila's chest heaves slowly as she drifts off to sleep - she wears a small smile of bliss on her face.

Sylvia smiles happily to herself. She removes the strap-on and then crawls into bed with her mother, snuggling up to her warm body. Their sweaty skin plasters together, but she doesn't mind at all. She kisses Sheila's cheek, and then looks down, looking fondly at her mother's huge, pink nipple. She raises her head up, bends over and takes it in her lips.

Sheila stirs a bit, and makes a noise of pleasure. "That's right. It's all yours, my love," she murmurs drowsily.

"You're so going to win," Sylvia says, with her mouth still around her mother's nipple. "You're so much better. Bigger and stronger. Sexier. I can't wait to see you humiliate Dahlia's mom, right in front of her eyes. I'm going to enjoy that so, so much."

"That's right, love. Momma is gonna win for you." Sheila yawns. Her eyes shut.

"My big strong Momma," Sylvia sighs happily, giving the nipple a final smooch and lick. Then she settles in for a good night's sleep.

In two nights' time, her mother will pit her body against her rival's. Sylvia has no doubt who will emerge the winner. I'll rub it in Dahlia's face for a long time to come, she thinks, the fact that I've got the superior mother.

And after this decisive contest, there's always the one between herself and Dahlia, when it'll be her turn to put her body and pride on the line...

[yannis]

I liked this chapter also.
reading it i got replies to some questions i asked you.
So Steeles are also lovers like Kwans.
Good, but what a disappointment for me that Sylvia and Sheila are not for pussy to pussy action. 
But here my personal taste speaks. Besides, when any of Steeles will sexfight with any of the Kwans... they may reconsider !  LOL
 

[katietay]

The day has arrived - or rather, the evening. It is in fact after closing time at the gym, which means the Steeles and Kwans have it all to themselves for the mothers' muscle match-up.

In the dressing room, Karen and Dahlia make their final mental preparations. The physical ones have all been completed: Karen's whole body has been lovingly oiled and massaged by her daughter, so that the gleam sets off her elegant, defined musculature. Her hair is done up in a tight bun behind. Her physique is concealed by a bathrobe, under which she wears only a small black thong. If the contest goes to round 3, that thong will of course be coming off. For solidarity with her mother, Dahlia has changed into a small two-piece bikini, with the same top that she was wearing on the day of the mother-daughter fitness challenge.

Their opponents are already waiting outside, having arrived earlier. Sheila is also clad in a thick bathrobe, and she wears a skimpy white thong underneath that barely covers her plump labia. Her blonde hair is tied up in a high messy bun. She too has been thoroughly oiled all over by Sylvia, with a long and loving massage that has left both women almost panting with arousal. Sylvia is wearing her cap reversed again, and has chosen to go topless in solidarity with her mom, wearing only a pair of denim cut-offs that bare her buttocks almost entirely. She is proud to put her physique on full display, to make a statement their rivals cannot ignore: that her athleticism is the product of Sheila's genes and upbringing, that she is living breathing proof of her mother's superiority.

Karen and Dahlia share one more loving look, and then take each other by the hand and walk out to face their opponents, who rise to their feet and wait with arms folded across their chests intimidatingly.

The mothers stand like prize fighters before each other, with their daughters as seconds. The air between practically sizzles with the energy of their mutual glares. For some long moments, nobody moves.

Then Karen squares her shoulders and makes the first move, disrobing and allowing the bathrobe to fall off her body, pooling at her feet. Her muscles gleam and glisten. She sports slightly more muscle mass than she did the last time, and looks harder and more defined overall. Her abdominal muscles have become chiseled and well-defined, giving her an enviable ripped flat tummy. Her thighs are lean and muscular, with a noticeable bulge of quadriceps at the knees. Dahlia visibly glows with pride as Karen strikes up a pose, angling her body sideways and flexing her biceps with fingers spread and wrists bent like a figure competitor. She is the epitome of a fitness mom.

Sheila and Sylvia only sneer. They give each other a knowing look and a wink, and then Sheila roughly strips off her bathrobe to bare her body, crumpling it up in her hands and flinging it violently to the side. The smiles fade from Karen's and Dahlia's faces as they see what Karen is up against.

Sheila has grown noticeably brawnier than before. Her round shoulders are chunkier. When she raises her arms to flex them, clenching her fists like a bodybuilder, the layer of fat quivers over her muscles, but it does not conceal her considerable muscle mass. Her lats, especially, have shown impressive development, flaring out a bit from under her armpit. Her belly shows one strong line of definition down the middle, following her linea alba. On either side of that line are two thick columns of abdominal flesh, with only faint lines defining her abs. It is the thick midriff of a strongwoman competitor, or a powerlifter. Her thighs also don't show much definition, but they are large and shapely, and so are her bulging calves. Her weight advantage compounds the effect of their height difference; she is taller by an inch or so, but she seems much broader and bigger. Sylvia cannot help but clap and whoop at her beefy mother's powerful display.

Karen swallows hard, tilts her head up proudly and matches Sheila's gaze. She resists the urge to be nasty - she wants to set a good example for her daughter at all times. "I see you've been working out hard and eating well," she says neutrally. "You've put on quite a bit of bulk." She only intends this as an objective observation, without judgement.

Sheila sneers, while Sylvia snorts angrily and rolls her eyes. "The better to crush you with, my soon-to-be sex-slave bitch," Sheila retorts. Her daughter backs this up with a gleeful "Ha!"

Dahlia flushes and balls her fists. "Why don't you watch your mouth, you rude fa-"

But Karen cuts her off. "Bigger isn't always better, Sheila." She is determined to take the high road.

"No," Sheila concedes, "but it often is. More often than not." She and Sylvia chuckle.

"That's why we're here today, after all," Karen replies evenly. "To compete fairly and clear the air between us."

Sheila drops the posedown and closes the distance. Karen follows suit. They stand barely a foot apart with hands on their hips. "That's what you think," Sheila says. "What I'm here to do today is to crush you, body and will, right in front of your daughter and mine, so that they'll know who's the better woman!"

Karen flushes with anger, but tries to hold it in. She has never liked losing her temper in public, thinking it unseemly. So she instead holds out her right hand and says softly, "Let the stronger woman win, then."

Sheila smirks as she accepts the handshake. "That'll be me."

"We will see."

"Oh yes we will."

They hold the handshake for a long while. Their hands begin trembling. Their forearm muscles writhe. It is obvious they are engaging in a contest of strength and will already.

Sylvia looks on, licking her lips and wriggling slightly, rubbing her thighs together. Karen watches with lips slightly parted. Her eyes flicker from arm to arm, as she silently and privately does a muscle comparison between the two moms. Mom can win. She has to. She just has to! She will!

Without relinquishing the handshake grip contest, the women walk over to the arm wrestling table already set up. Only then do they begrudgingly relax their grips and change them, hooking thumbs and clenching tightly again, settling their elbows down on the pads.

Instead of holding the side handle with her free hand, however, Sheila turns her body sideways, and keeps her left hand behind her back. Her gaze speaks a wordless challenge to Karen to do the same. In this stance, it would be different from the type of arm wrestling they did previously. This match will be pure muscle against muscle, arm against arm, assuming neither woman wants to throw her body weight into it.

Mutely, Karen accepts this unspoken ad-hoc stipulation, copying Sheila's posture. The mothers' breasts are now proudly thrust out - the soft curves accentuate the harder curves of their flexed bulging biceps and shoulders. The overall effect is breathtaking in the eyes of their daughters, who move closer to their respective mothers almost reverently.

No referee is needed. Each woman has the same fierce desire: to prove herself genuinely stronger and better. It will be a point of honor not to cheat or gain any unfair advantage, because they would all know the truth of the matter. There will be no doubt that the result will be a fair one.

Karen tries not to let the strain show in her eyes. Sheila's grip is... very strong, and hard.

"Count us off, girls," Sheila says softly. She leans in against the table, and braces herself.

"On three," Karen says. Her voice quavers slightly. She braces as well.

Glaring at each other, Dahlia and Sylvia chant in unison. "One... two... three!"

And then the flexing truly begins.

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Teeth bared, jaws clenched, faces scrunched up with effort, the mothers grunt with abandon as they flex arm against arm.

Dahlia swallows hard. She's never seen her mom so beautiful. With one arm behind her back, the other stretched out and flexed as hard as it's ever been flexed, every glistening inch of oiled muscle rippling, small pert breasts jutting out proudly, Karen is a vision of elegant feminine strength. Dahlia's hands tremble as she stands next to her muscle mom and slips an arm around her back. Her hand finds her mother's, and they lace fingers. "Go, Mom, go!" she chants fiercely into her mother's ear.

Across from them Sylvia is practically hopping up and down, fists clenched, eyes fixed on the pair of trembling hands in the middle. "Come on. Come on! Bring her down! Slam her!"

They seem evenly matched, despite the size disparity. But then Sheila gives vent to a roar, that starts soft and crescendos. And she starts to gain ground, pulling Karen's arm down.

Karen groans in pain, straining to match Sheila's power. Dahlia tenses up, chewing her lip. Her right hand tightens its grip on her mother's left. If only I could channel some of my strength to her, she thinks. Soon Karen is a quarter of the way down, and Sylvia is chortling in glee. Sheila still looks strained, but she's starting to smile.

It's clear: they're both giving their all, holding nothing back, and Karen can't quite match Sheila's arm power. But she digs in, and braces herself for an arm war. She will just have to try and outlast her opponent.

Sheila clearly doesn't want to give her that chance. Her broad shoulders bulge as she pulls with all her might, trying to win as quickly as she can. Her oiled biceps are a round mound of power, scarily solid. She sucks in rapid breaths through her teeth as she pours on the pressure, unrelentingly forceful.

Before this onslaught Karen starts to crumble. Her head bows - she is unable to maintain her posture to keep up the battle of wills with eye contact, as her body convulses with effort.

"That's it, that's it... keep going, Mom, you've got her," Sylvia croons as she leans in, avidly watching the space between the leather pad and Karen's hand dwindle steadily.

"Hold her, Mom, hold her," Dahlia says steadily, trying not to sound as frantic as she feels. "You've got this. Hold her there. Right there. Hold on."

Sheila raises her eyes to the ceiling and grunts, jerking down on Karen's arm with a surge of power. Karen's hand goes down, down... and stops about an inch above the pad. Her flexed arm trembles mightily as she struggles to stave off the inevitable.

Then her muscles fail, and Sheila slams her down the rest of the way with a soft thump. Karen slumps. Sheila gives her hand one more jerking press into the pad for emphasis. "Unff!" she grunts, underscoring her victory. Then she lets go and stands tall and proud as Sylvia throws her arms around her mother and smothers her face with kisses.

Advantage: Sheila. Karen and Dahlia both try to keep their chins up. Dahlia murmurs some more encouragement to her mother, and kisses her flushed cheek, already sporting some trickles of sweat. Karen nods acknowledgement, and turns for a deeper kiss, but Sheila gives them no time. She thumps her elbow on the pad, and opens her hand invitingly.

"Come on, Karen, let's hold hands and get this over with," she says smugly.

Sylvia practically wriggles with anticipation. "I'm so turned on right now," she declares, "when you beat her again I think I might cum without touching!"

"I'll try my best, darling," Sheila says with a wink.

Dahlia bristles. Karen wordlessly leans in, puts her left arm up and hooks thumbs with Sheila again. As before, her right hand goes behind her back. Dahlia goes around to her mother's front and gives Karen her left hand to hold. Their fingers lace so tightly that Karen's arm muscles twitch, as if Karen is trying to draw on her daughter as a source of strength.

Their grips tighten. Their bodies go taut. Once again, the daughters count in unison.

"One... two... three!"

[katietay]

Karen's biceps peak stands out higher than it has ever stood. The cleft between her biceps and deltoids is sharper than it has ever been. Her chest is flexed so hard that the striations appear between her pecs. Her back muscles look like a range of cliffs and valleys.

And still, it is not enough.

This match is harder and slower going than the first, but still, Sheila's strength seems irresistible. Spittle flies from between Sheila's teeth as she inhales and exhales forcefully to fuel her muscles. Inexorably, Karen's arm starts moving over, and going down, and doesn't stop. It is all Karen can do to slow Sheila as much as she can.

Dahlia feels the sting of tears come to her eyes. She can't stand it anymore - she bends down, takes her mother's erect brown nipple in her mouth, and starts sucking on it, flicking it hard with her tongue. At the same time, she reaches down with her right hand and slips her fingers underneath Karen's thong, fingering her mother's pussy. It is already dripping wet - within seconds the sticky liquid collects on her fingers, and she quickly rubs Karen's clitoris in small, tight circles with her lubricated digits.

Her efforts elicit a hoarse, shuddering moan from her mother's lips. Karen's eyes roll upwards slightly for a moment. The momentary startlement passes; the pain starts flowing away from her muscles; the strength starts flooding in. Her eyes flash with renewed vigor. She flexes hard, and manages to stop Sheila about halfway down.

Sylvia lets out a wordless cry of outrage. This isn't cheating, as such, but they didn't discuss this before the match. Still, she quickly accepts this, because it gives her leeway to get to work stimulating her own mother. She clamps her mouth onto Sheila's big pink nipple, swirling her tongue around in circles. Her well-practiced fingers quickly find the position her mother loves the most: three fingers inside, and palm grinding against clitoris. With a fat pussy like Sheila has, this is the most effective way to use her hand.

Thus energized, Sheila gets a boost to her strength too. She trembles all over with pleasure as she locks eyes with Karen, and slowly resumes pulling her down.

Doing this may weaken them slightly for the 3rd round of the contest, but Dahlia has chosen to take this gamble first, and Karen accepts her daughter's initiative. Sylvia and Sheila are on the same page, without having to verbalize their thoughts: they are confident enough that they can concede this much. It will be worth it if Sheila can quickly take Karen down two to nothing, for the point.

The intensity of the mothers' staring contest grows and grows, until it seems as though they can bore holes in each other's skulls with their eyes alone. Each woman can feel how much her daughter wants her to win, to dominate. Each woman will strain her muscles to the uttermost to beat the other.

Now their hands keep going up and down, up and down, as the waves of sensual strength course through their bodies in different rhythms. But slowly, it becomes more obvious that the trend is downwards, for Karen. Even with Dahlia doing all she can, she's slowly losing this contest.

Then Sheila's moans become louder, and more urgent. Her face twists. She is nearing an orgasm, which will give her a burst of strength for as long as it lasts... and then a comedown, as Sylvia is forced to stop for a while.

Karen feels a climax approaching too. But will it make her strong enough to turn this around? She has to try.

Sheila cums first, stiffening and then jerking spasmodically all over. Her thighs tremble especially hard. The power surges through her arm muscles. She pulls, and Karen tries but can't stop her. Just before Karen's hand touches the pad Dahlia manages to bring her to orgasm. She throws her head back and for a moment she can flex her entire body to resist. The veins on her neck stand out, as do the cords of her neck muscles. Her forearm and biceps veins bulge as well. Her hand hovers just an inch above the pad.

Dahlia and Sylvia keep their hands pressed tightly against their mothers' clits, trying with all their skill to prolong their mothers' orgasm. If Sheila's ends first, and Karen still has some orgasmic strength left, there's still a slim chance for Karen.

Both mothers' eyelids start fluttering...

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"Ohhhh... oooohhhh..." Sheila moans. "Ah... ahhhhhh stop, stop stop stop..."

Sylvia has no choice but to take her hand away - Sheila's orgasm has been prolonged as much as it can be and if she keeps rubbing now, it would enervate, rather than empower.

But a moment later, Karen shakes her head frantically, signalling that she too has reached her limit. Dahlia has to stop too.

And another moment later... Sheila presses Karen's hand firmly onto the pad.

Karen has lost. She has lost twice in a row, without taking advantage back even once. Game, match, set. Sheila has completely outmuscled her arms.

She slumps and bows her head, feeling deja vu as the shame of defeat washes over her again. Sheila slumps too - it has been exhausting for her as well, but a triumphant light dances in her eyes as she looks at the Kwans. Sylvia joyfully takes her right hand and raises it high, mutely proclaiming her the victor.

Dahlia leans in and presses against her mother's body, rubbing her wet cheek against Karen's. Both of their cheeks are wet, with a mix of sweat and tears.

"You lose, Karen," Sheila growls, and gives Karen's hand one more squeeze for emphasis before standing back from the table to bask in her daughter's adoration.

"So strong!" Sylvia exclaims as she squeezes and massages her mother's sore upper arms. She wriggles playfully against Sheila's front, moaning softly about how nice and slick her mother's skin feels.

"I'm sorry, Dahlia, darling," Karen says softly, blinking away tears. "I wasn't strong enough. I couldn't even beat her once."

"I'm so proud of you, Mom," Dahlia tells her tearfully. "You're so strong, you did so well. If I'd done a little better..."

But Karen shushes her. The match was hers to fight. She's the one whose muscles failed. "Your fingerwork was wonderful. I'd have lost sooner if it hadn't been for you."

They embrace, kiss and wipe each other's tears away. There's not much time for them to cry; already the Steeles have settled themselves down and are preparing for the next round. Sheila is hydrating, taking big gulps of water from a bottle. Sylvia is giving her a neckrub from behind, kneading the stiffness out of her thick shoulders.

Quickly the Kwans do the same. Karen seats herself, and drinks from her own bottle, while Dahlia massages her arms and shoulders. Even her lower back needs some attention, since she strained it slightly during the arm wrestling match. In fact, it was during the orgasm Dahlia gave her that her lower back had a bit of an awkward spasm, but Karen keeps this to herself. The last thing she wants is for Dahlia to feel guilty about somehow being at fault.

I'm the one who failed you, my love, she thinks. I won't fail you again. I have to win.

In low tones they begin to discuss what Karen should do for the wrestling round. Dahlia and Sylvia will be standing at ringside, outside the ropes, honor-bound not to interfere in any way. Karen and Sheila will grapple until one of them can no longer continue, and taps out, voices her submission... or goes unconscious.

"You could try to tire her out, she's larger and bound to be slower," Dahlia suggests.

But Karen slowly shakes her head. "No," she tells her daughter. "If she comes at me head-on, I will meet her."

"Mom..."

"Darling, this is the whole reason we are here, the four of us." Karen fixes her eyes on Dahlia's. "We're here to see whose muscles, whose body, is stronger and better. We're not here to see who's more skillful. That's why we arm wrestled the way we did. I know she'll try and make it about brute strength. And I'm going to stand on those terms too."

Dry-mouthed, Dahlia nods dutifully. It's true, what her mother says. Part of her fantasizes about her mother performing all kinds of cunning nimble moves to trip up her larger opponent, dominating with technique and painful holds, but neither woman is a trained wrestler. This will indeed be muscle against muscle, with not a lot of finesse.

Across the room, Sylvia and Sheila are having a similar conversation.

"I know her," Sheila says confidently. "She's too stubborn to turn down a direct challenge from me, not like this. She's not the kind to get into a parking-lot brawl. But she'll never back down from a challenge of her abilities. If I make this about raw muscle, she'll follow my lead."

"And get crushed," Sylvia supplies helpfully.

"Yes," Sheila grins. "I'll crush her completely. Honestly, I wasn't expecting to win both arm wrestling matches like that," she confesses, "but training with you has really paid off, hasn't it, sweetie!"

"Of course," Sylvia laughs. "I'm so much better than Dahlia in every way!" She pumps her arms in a double biceps.

Sheila squeezes her daughter's muscles fondly. "That orgasm you gave me was so, so good," she whispers. "Credit goes to you, honey, for that win."

"Nuh-uh. It was all you, momma. You're my super-strong, super-sexy muscle momma," Sylvia murmurs, her voice thickening with love. She straddles her mother's thighs on the chair and they share a deep kiss.

"I'm going to be so turned on when you beat Karen," Sylvia moans softly against her mother's lips. "I just love it when Dahlia gets that look on her face... that shattered look of despair, when she's rooted so hard for her mom only to see her lose to you... the way her tears just start popping out..."

"Then that's my gift to you now, sweetheart," Sheila chuckles indulgently and approvingly. "I'll crush Karen, body and will. I'll show her I'm stronger and better than her in every way."

"If you win this next round - I mean, when you win," Sylvia corrects herself, "there won't be a sexfight round."

"There will be if we say there is," Sheila shrugs.

Sylvia's eyes widen in pleased comprehension. "Shatter her, three-nil!" she exclaims happily. "Yes! Let's make that happen!" Barely able to contain herself, Sylvia takes her mother's hand and leads her up to their corner, up the steps.

Seeing this, Karen and Dahlia give each other a meaningful look. The next round will commence shortly. Dahlia, too, escorts her mother hand in hand to her corner. Then they lean across the ropes and share one more deep, burning kiss for luck... and strength.

Sheila and her daughter do likewise.

Then the mothers stride to the middle of the ring, and stop a couple of feet apart. Their thongs are so soaked through that they glisten moistly under the lights. Their nipples jut out proudly, stiffly erect.

As Karen anticipated, Sheila puts her right foot forward, and holds her hands up above her head, for a trial of strength. She mirrors the pose, lifting her arms and locking hands with her rival, like two she-beasts locking horns. They lace fingers slowly, almost sensually. Their eyes are again locked in a struggle of wills. Dahlia and Sylvia grip the ropes tightly as they look on, riveted to the tableau before them.

No signal is needed: Karen and Sheila inhale deeply, and begin flexing every muscle on their oiled, gleaming bodies.

They push... and push... and push...

[yannis]

It is well written and it is very promising for the next chapters!
Good job !!

[katietay]

Slowly, both pairs of trembling arms go out to the sides, elbows bent at right angles.

From behind, Karen's back looks incredibly strong and sexy to Dahlia's biased eyes. Her mother's lats flare out impressively and taper down to her waist. Many times, she's bit and gnawed on her mother's flexed back like a playful kitty cat, while rubbing herself against her mother's firm ass until she climaxes.

But now she has to watch as Karen's arms are slowly forced back, making the trapezius and rhomboids crunch together. In this test of upper body strength, her mother is undeniably losing.

Sheila steps in closer, pressing her chest against Karen's. She grins as her beefy arms overpower Karen's bit by bit, and she savors the look of desperate effort in Karen's eyes. No taunting is necessary - they are speaking with their bodies now, and what Sheila is saying is simply this: that she is stronger, and better. Every line of straining muscle on Karen's body is an attempt at denial, but Sheila is overriding her moment by moment.

Then Karen winces visibly and blinks in pain as her arms go far back enough that her shoulders twinge. She has no leverage now for this test of strength - it is as if she's trying to do a bench press with a deficit, which is terrible for the shoulder joints. Sheila leans in and starts powering forward with her legs, pumping her thighs. Karen's feet slide a few inches on the canvas. Then she staggers back, one step, two steps. She moans. Sheila grunts.

Inch by excruciating inch, Sheila pushes Karen back towards Dahlia's corner. Dahlia's eyes grow wide, and she bites her lip and grips the top ropes tightly. "Come on, Mom," she calls out, more weakly than she would've liked. She tries again, trying to sound encouraging. "Come on, Mom! Push! Dig in! You can do it!"

But it is in vain. Her mother is now a mere two feet from her, almost close enough to touch. She can see the tendons in Karen's shoulders flexing and writhing, and she knows that it is a painful angle for her mother's arms to be trapped in. She can see the way Sheila cruelly bends Karen's wrists back with superior forearm strength. She can see how Karen's feet scrabble for purchase futilely, and how Sheila's thick thighs bulge with manifest power right before she forces Karen back yet another step. Sylvia has come around to their side of the ring, standing directly across from Dahlia. She licks her lips as she takes in all the same details. Dahlia's heart fills with helpless rage, but she can do nothing. This is her mom's fight.

With a final assertive grunt, Sheila thrusts forward with her entire bulk and presses Karen's back against the turnbuckle. She has her opponent trapped, pinned into their family's corner. Her slick thighs push against Karen's, preventing them from moving.

Now that there's nowhere left to retreat, Karen's shoulders are completely at Sheila's mercy. She gasps as Sheila leans fully in, pushing on her hands. She is not strong enough to push back and lessen the strain on her shoulders and now her elbows as well. Long moments pass. Then she gives a sob of pain. And then another.

"Submit? Give up?" Sheila asks, her eyes afire with sadistic delight. Her daughter Sylvia bares her teeth in anticipation as she looks on.

Karen shakes her head, still trying to resist with what arm strength she has left. The veins in her temples stand out. She turns her face to the side, and meets her daughter's gaze.

Dahlia is blinking away tears. She is torn. Her mother is visibly suffering, and deep inside Dahlia knows the truth that her eyes are telling her: her mother isn't strong enough to win. Sheila, Sylvia's mom, is the stronger mom.

But what visage should Dahlia present to her mother's silently beseeching eyes? Should she give her consent for her mother to submit, since she knows that Karen is still drawing on her for the will to carry on, and will not submit unless Dahlia figuratively throws in the towel for her? Or should she let Karen see only the faith and confidence she has as a daughter in her mother's strength, the unwavering belief in her mother until the bitter end?

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She cannot let down her mother, Dahlia decides. Karen chose this. The fact remains: she hasn't given up. She hasn't voiced her submission. Her will hasn't been broken. And as long as that remains true, Dahlia's will cannot break, either.

So Dahlia blinks hard and moves in very close to the straining mothers, close enough to plant a kiss on her mother's cheek, even though this puts her face just as near to Sheila's. "Go, Mom, go," she says fiercely, right to her mom's straining face. "Go, Mom, go! Push! Fight back! You can do it!"

Sheila only sneers and looks Karen straight in the eye. "Well, Karen? Fighting back? With what muscles, huh? What muscles? These?" She jerks hard with each mocking question, keeping her smaller opponent's arms forced back at that agonizing angle. Karen's only response is to yelp and whimper with the growing pain. Her trembling arms cannot muster a proper response. And yet, she remains stubbornly tight-lipped.

"Mom, you are so amazing," Sylvia moans, moving in closer as well. Her fingers are wedged inside her hot pants, and are visibly working away furiously at her own pussy. "You are so much stronger than her, even I didn't think..."|

"Mom, you're amazing," Dahlia whispers fiercely in her mother's ear, but loudly enough for the other two to hear. "You're so strong, and you never give up. You can do this. Hang in there, Mom. You're the better woman," she says with conviction.

"Oh you think so, girl?" Sheila laughs. She looks down, and shifts slightly to align her right breast with Karen's left, making their nipples touch. Then she maneuvers her body carefully, using her nipple to push on Karen's.

Karen is as good as immobilized, and can't do anything to prevent this fresh humiliation. She can only struggle fruitlessly, pinned in place, as her brown nipple slowly gives way before Sheila's larger pink one. Sheila gives a small gasp of satisfaction and pleasure as her nipple nudges Karen's sideways, squishing it. Karen's lower jaw trembles with outrage. But with her body pressed tightly against the turnbuckle, and her arms still jammed painfully in place, she is helpless.

"Do this side!" Sylvia appeals to her mother, since she can't see very clearly from her side but can guess what her mom is doing. Sheila obliges with her other nipple, and Sylvia cackles with delight to see it.

"Want to give up, Karen?" Sheila asks, her breath hot on Karen's lips.

"We've barely... started wrestling," Karen gasps breathlessly.

"Really?" Sheila growls. She presses her forehead to Karen's. "Wake the fuck up, Karen. There's no way you can beat me, at anything. I dominate you. I'm bigger and better than you, in every way. Every muscle I have is stronger than the same muscle on you. My legs are stronger," she pushes her thighs against Karen's, "my arms are stronger," she jerks on Karen's hands for emphasis, eliciting another sharp gasp, "my chest... my abs..."

Then she swivels her hips, and swings her right breast full into Karen's left, bludgeoning it like a battering ram.

"Ungh!"

"Aah!"

Both Dahlia and Sylvia jump a little, startled. Then Sylvia moans with sheer pleasure and starts fingering herself more furiously, as her mother begins a one-sided boob beatdown. Dahlia screams once, "No!" but then is stunned into silence as Sheila begins pounding on Karen's breasts with her own, alternating left and right.

Pain and humiliation are both etched on Karen's face. Every muscle on her body goes taut as she strains with all her remaining strength to fight back in some way. But her arms aren't strong enough to push back even the slightest bit. Her legs aren't strong enough to thrust out of the corner against Sheila's entire body. And she has no room to maneuver - she cannot respond in any way to this battle of breasts. She can only stand in place and take it, blow after blow.

Sheila's larger, fuller breasts pound on Karen's. And it seems to Dahlia's eyes that her mother's breasts are being flattened with every fleshy smack, that before her horrified eyes her mother's essential womanhood is being overpowered by her bitter rival's. She knows it is purely a psychological effect, that the breast-smacking humiliates far more than it hurts. But she cannot help feeling the way she does. Her mouth works soundlessly as she watches her mother lose this battle.

A single tear escapes the corner of Karen's eye and trickles down her cheek. She is panting and sweating as if she's running a marathon. Veins stand out all over her arms and shoulders.

Sheila leans in heavily, pressing her entire body hard against Karen's, squeezing her, giving her no room, no personal space. "Submit."

"No."

Then Sheila takes a step back, moving about a foot away from Karen's body. She still holds on to Karen's hands, but she is no longer pushing. At long last, the immense pressure on Karen's arm and shoulder joints is lifted, and she almost sobs with relief. But it is short-lived. Suddenly, Sheila slams her entire body forward. SPLAT!

All the breath is driven out of Karen's lungs with a whoosh. She goes bug-eyed momentarily. Dahlia's hands fly to her mouth. Sylvia pumps her fists, thrilled at this move.

And again, Sheila pulls back... and slams forward again. It is now truly a full-body assault. Trapped in the corner, Karen has nowhere to go. She moans weakly, gasping. Her body is starting to go limp.

Sheila draws back for a third smash. Dahlia can see her mother stiffening as she tenses all over, trying to make her muscles hard enough to be a protective sheath. This time, Sheila pauses for a long moment, and visibly tautens her entire body as well, making all the muscles on her front stand out.

Then she charges in, with a grunt.

Karen's mouth opens wide, and her eyes bulge. She coughs once... then twice... then slumps.

Sheila releases her and steps back, breathing hard. Karen's body is limp. Her legs are no longer supporting her. She stays upright only because her arms are hooked onto the top rope and her back is leaning against the turnbuckle. She looks exactly like a boxer on the ropes, at the end of her strength, on her last legs.

"Your mom's clearly the loser," Sylvia sneers at Dahlia. "She should just give up already!"

To this, Dahlia can make no reply. She is too occupied with choking back her tears and fighting down the distress that threatens to overwhelm her.

Her mother's opponent isn't quite done yet. Sheila steps in again, and wraps her thick arms around Karen's waist...

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Sheila's strong arms clamp around Karen's waist and tighten. She drags Karen out of the corner, and then hoists her higher up in the air with a grunt, supporting her entire body weight.

Karen is spent and exhausted. She kicks weakly and pushes feebly at Sheila's thickly-muscled arms, but she has expended too much energy fruitlessly trying to outmuscle her rival. Her tendons twinge with pain. Her arm muscles feel flaccid. Her toned back and abs still ripple impressively, but when Sheila begins applying crushing pressure with her bear hug, Karen's resistance crumbles almost immediately.

It is one of the most painful sights Dahlia has ever seen: her beautiful, strong mother dangling limply in Sheila's arms, thrashing about as she tries and fails to free herself. The constriction only grows - Sheila's arms are still going strong, and immensely pumped from all the exertion. Karen's face grows redder and redder as she finds it harder and harder to draw a full breath. She begins to cough and choke again. Her struggles slow, then stop. Sheila walks closer so that both daughters can see everything close-up. Dahlia can see her mother's eyes start to glaze over. When a thin trickle of drool escapes her mother's open mouth, Dahlia squeezes her eyelids tightly, feeling the sting of fresh tears.

It's over. Her mother can do no more.

"You want to submit on your mom's behalf, don't you?" Sheila asks softly. Dahlia opens her eyes, looks her in the eye as steadily as she can, and slowly gives a nod. She feels Karen's gaze on her, and her heart aches.

"Well, not good enough. I need to hear it from you, Karen," Sheila insists. She squeezes hard. "Come on, Karen! Give up already!"

Karen shakes her head. She does not look as though she has an ounce of strength left in her body. But still, she refuses.

Sheila steps back, and then dumps Karen onto the canvas with a thud. Karen's limbs are splayed out. Sheila climbs on top of her, clamping her thighs around Karen's and squeezing them tightly, while her hands find Karen's once more and she laces fingers with her, though Karen's grip is barely there.

For some moments, she looks down at her rival, silently enjoying the pin, the feeling of total bodily domination. Sylvia has by now stripped off her hot pants and panties, to give herself better access to her pussy. She crouches while holding on to the top rope with one hand, fingering herself with the other, moaning softly and urgently.

Then Sheila shifts up along Karen's body, preparing to deliver the most humiliating wrestling KO one woman can give another: victory by breast smother. Her breasts, though larger than Karen's, are not huge, but big enough for the job, especially if she uses her arms to press them in and envelop Karen's face with her womanly flesh.

Dahlia sinks to her knees and starts sobbing openly as the breast smother begins. She can tell when the suffocation starts to really have an effect, because her mother's movements suddenly become wild and panicky as she gains a burst of adrenaline. Every muscle on her body stands out rigidly. But Sheila has her completely subdued by now. She is unable to lift her hands off the canvas, even by a fraction of an inch. All she can do is tremble violently beneath Sheila's bulk.

Then Sheila raises her upper torso, and the sound of Karen gulping air greedily with wheezing and whimpering is the most heartrending sound Dahlia has ever heard.

"Submit!"

Incredibly, Karen manages to answer. "No." Her voice is almost too soft to be heard.

Once again, the fleshy vise closes around Karen's face, plunging her into airless darkness. Sheila spares no effort: her teeth are clenched, her muscles are flexed to the max. She is determined to cut off Karen's air completely while not letting her move one bit.

Again, the threat of asphyxiation gives a burst of power to Karen... but it is not enough. She arches her back, but Sheila cruelly presses her back down. Her arms shake, but Sheila doesn't let them budge. Her legs flex outwards, but Sheila clamps them tightly shut.

This time, to Dahlia's horrified eyes, Sheila seems to maintain the smother for much longer, after Karen's struggles have faded. "Let her up," she sobs. "Let her up! We submit! She submits! You've won! Let her up! Let her breathe..." her voice cracks and she breaks down completely.

Only then does Sheila release her hold on Karen's face. This time, Karen is barely conscious. Her breathing is weak and slow. Her head turns from side to side, as if she is swooning or delirious.

"You hear that, Karen? Your own daughter has finally given up on you. Say it now, Karen. Say your submission, or this time I'm not going to let you up until you're out cold."

It seems to take forever, but finally Karen's eyelids flutter. Her trembling lips move.

"I... submit."

"Louder!"

"I submit. I... give up."

Sheila bends down and whispers something into Karen's ear. Karen's mouth twists bitterly, but she speaks again, as loudly and clearly as she can manage.

"You're the stronger woman. You're better than me. You're the better mother."

Sheila slowly rises to her feet, looking down at her defeated opponent. Karen is nearly unmoving - only the slow rise and fall of her chest gives any sign she's still conscious. With great ceremony, Sheila puts her right foot firmly on Karen's abdomen, and flexes her arms.

Sylvia rushes into the ring, clutching Sheila around the torso and giving her a hard, passionate kiss. Her hand moves down and quickly slips under Sheila's flimsy thongs, sliding easily between her mother's dripping wet labia.

Sheila smiles tremulously, and she closes her eyes in bliss. "Yes," she whispers, as she basks in the sensations her daughter gives her as her well-earned victory prize.

Dahlia is kneeling beside her mother, cradling Karen's head in her lap. She cannot stop weeping. She cannot bring herself to look up at the woman who is standing just next to her, one foot crushing her mother's belly, flexing her arms over the rival she has ruthlessly dominated.

Karen opens her eyes and gazes at her daughter. "I'm sorry, my love," she whispers raggedly. "I let you down."

"Never. I'm so proud of you. You were so strong and wonderful," Dahlia sobs. "You're the best mother in the world."

"Ridiculous," Sylvia snorts, and latches onto her mom's nipple while still fingering away.

"You just don't accept it, do you, Dahlia," Sheila says, looking down at the Kwans with contempt dripping from her voice. "You still think your mom's the better woman."

Slowly, Dahlia looks up, meeting Sheila's eyes with a fierce glare of her own. "You may be stronger than her, have stronger muscles than her... but she's still the sexier, better woman. She fought you to the very end. She taught me to be a fighter, to never give up. You've won this contest two-nil. But next time we'll come back stronger than you."

The Steeles share a knowing look.

"Why wait?" Sheila says, putting her hands on her hips with a suggestive hip swivel. "If you think so highly of her, then how about this: let's do round 3! Last round answers for all, winner take all. Well, Karen? I'm putting everything on the line here. If you can outfuck me, right here and now, you win. I'll eat humble pie, I'll eat your pussy as your daughter watches, I'll take back everything I said about you. But if I win... then Dahlia, you'll have to wholeheartedly accept that I'm better than your mom. What do you say?"

The Kwans look at each other wordlessly. A sudden wild hope is flaring in Dahlia's eyes. She wants her mother to accept, and to snatch victory back from the very brink of defeat. Karen is starting to catch some of it from her daughter, but... her gaze is tinged with uncertainty.

Is she in any condition to accept? She swallows hard. Can I... Can I actually win?

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Slowly, Karen nods. "I accept." This is the best chance she can get. One last round, to pay for all.

Inwardly she seethes. Is Sheila so utterly confident of crushing her that she's offering this match? Does she have such a low opinion of Karen... does she truly think she's better in every way? But then she feels the twinges of pain lancing through her, all over her body; she feels the soreness in her overtaxed muscles; she blinks and feels the dizziness; and she knows that she really is no match for Sheila. She has lost just about all her pride, in front of her daughter, the love of her life.

This is one last chance. Her pussy is now her only weapon left... the last muscle group she has left to pit against her rival, woman to woman. She cannot match Sheila's arms, legs, back or core. She can neither overpower or outlast. But in a pussy to pussy grinding battle, she still has a chance. If she can hold out, and endure longer than Sheila can... if it is a contest of willpower and endurance, she could do it. This sexfight will be such a contest. They will strive to make each other orgasm until one of them simply cannot continue. She could simply refuse to give up, even when she wants nothing more than to just let it go, for the torment to stop. If she can just hang on, and refuse to give in no matter what, and hold on to consciousness... then Sheila will break before she does.

Then this can end the way they wanted it to end: Dahlia holding up her mother's arm in victory, as she stands with one foot on the defeated Sheila.

It will still be an uphill battle, because each orgasm they enjoy - or suffer - will wring yet more energy out of their bodies, until nothing is left. But she must do this. She must give her daughter a chance to hold her head up high in front of her rival Sylvia. Dahlia has been so loyal and steadfast since all this started. She deserves to be rewarded, by seeing her mother finally come out on top.

So, Karen draws herself up, concealing her fatigue as best as she can, and loosens the string of her thongs with a hook of her finger. Then she dangles it in front of the Steeles, and lets it fall to the canvas in a small soggy heap.

"When you've lost, Karen, both our panties are going in your mouth," Sheila chuckles as she undoes the knots of her thongs as well and drops it right beside Karen's. Karen accepts this without comment. Yet another stipulation, but at this point it doesn't matter. The winner will be able to do whatever she wants with the loser - this is the unspoken accord between them.

The mothers lock eyes again while their daughters rush to bring them water. Without breaking eye contact, they quickly re-hydrate, throats working as they swallow gulp after gulp of refreshing water, replenishing the fluids they have both lost in large quantities.

Sheila wipes her mouth with the back of her hand as she hands the empty bottle back to her daughter. Her heart pounds with anticipation. This muscle marathon between mothers has been nothing short of a thrill, and she has no reason to expect it will end any other way. She can feel in her very body what she's believed for a long time: she is stronger and better than Karen Kwan. The public arm wrestling challenge was the first time they'd ever come up physically against each other like that, and she was so delighted that it turned out the way it did. It does rankle a little that later, she and her sweetie-pie Sylvia somehow lost the tug-of-war - they are both still somewhat puzzled as to how it happened, but have concluded that it may have been something to do with the slippery grass and soil on their side.

But that doesn't matter now. She is on the verge of a total, complete victory over her longtime rival, and under the very eyes of their daughters, no less. All she has to do is to outfuck the uptight bitch Karen... watch that calm, composed face crumple with forced pleasure... see those elegantly muscled limbs twitch helplessly at Sheila's whim... feel that lithe, graceful body jerking violently against her own sturdier, sexier one until finally Karen is a ragdoll for her to play with. She can do it. She will do it. For herself, for Sylvia, she will outfuck her rival.

They move closer until they are standing toe to toe, face to face, nipples almost touching. Their daughters step back to give the dueling mothers room. Neither has given her mother any kiss or embrace for good luck - at this point, any arousal might be a disadvantage for either woman, and a simple touch from their beloved daughters is enough to give such arousal. The daughters will, in fact, have to try and be as unobtrusive as they can for this last match.

Sheila and Karen embrace each other exactly as lovers would, except that their eyes hold anything but love. In tandem, they bend their legs and sit cross-legged, right thigh over the other woman's left, so that they are entwined together in a sitting scissors, plastered chest to chest. They cup the back of each other's heads, and kiss deeply. Or so it seems - their cheeks and neck muscles work, writhing, as their tongues engage in a grappling match inside their mouths, twisting and swirling and sliding around.

Already their nipples are stiff. Their oiled breasts smoosh together and slide over one another with springy bounciness. Below their waists, they have already commenced the initial maneuvering, each trying to locate and press against her opponent's clitoris. The air soon becomes filled with damp squelching sounds, soft grunts of effort and soft gasps of pleasure.

The daughters sink to their knees and rock back on their haunches, spellbound, as their muscular mothers engage in one last battle for supremacy and domination...

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Even though this isn't a battle of muscular strength, the muscles on both women's bodies stand out as they battle. The pump is at maximum after all their exertion. The sustained flexing has been as grueling as their toughest workout sessions.

From the outside, as far as the daughters can tell, there is very little action. Their mothers remained locked in their antagonistic kiss. Their hands move up and down each other's backs, all over oiled and sweat-slicked skin, but the movements are slow and sensual. Their hips rock with rapid, steady and synchronized motions. Their breasts jiggle very slightly. But otherwise, nothing much seems to be happening.

All this belies the fact that under the deceptively calm surface lies the true tumult. Their clitoral contact is sending powerful jolts through their bodies, sending spasms through their clenched trunk muscles. None of this can be seen by any onlooker. Within their mouths, their tongues continually grapple for dominance, as each woman tries to push her tongue further into her opponent's mouth. The only outward sign of this is the flexing of the cheeks, and the trickle of saliva that comes out of the corners of their mouths.

They have now brought each other up to a sexual plateau. From here on out, it's a steady relentless grind until orgasm is reached. Orgasm is usually by no means certain... but with their level of skill and experience around their daughters' bodies, and with the emotionally-fraught atmosphere, there is an electric charge in the air. There will most definitely be orgasms here today.

But who will take the brunt of them?

Karen closes her eyes, blinking sweat away. She is dizzy. Her fatigue goes bone-deep.She is almost 50, and though her stamina has always been good, she feels her age creeping up on her now. Her clitoris is more exposed than Sheila's. This is usually a good thing, since it makes it easier for her darling Dahlia to pleasure her... but now it's a liability. She can find Sheila's clitoris with her own and press it, but occasionally Sheila's fatter hood will obscure it, getting in the way and breaking clitoral contact. When that happens, though, Karen's clitoris is still being rubbed by Sheila's flesh. She has to maneuver slightly to locate Sheila's clitoris again and keep up the pressure.

In this way, Karen slowly but surely loses ground, in tiny increments. Even this tiny bit of intermittent protection Sheila enjoys starts to accumulate.

Long minutes have passed. All four women have lost track of time. Their world has been reduced to this sexual duel.

Then Karen stiffens, and arches her back. At the same time Sheila presses her hand to the back of Karen's head and leans in, bending her neck back, kissing Karen like some romance lead in a classic Hollywood movie. Each duelist is finely attuned to her opponent's body by now, and Sheila can sense the exact moment Karen fails to hold back the first orgasm of the match.

She moves so that her clitoris presses in hard, drawing out Karen's shuddering, jerking orgasm for as long as she can. Karen is trying to stifle her vocalizations, only emitting soft grunts from deep within her throat. Her first orgasm thus passes with almost complete silence. Their postures return to normal. The duel continues.

But the heady exhaustion is already building up in the lean Asian woman. The fight has just gotten more desperate for her. Sheila has drawn first blood, and Karen desperately needs to score an equalizer.

She honestly does not know how long she can last. All she knows is that right here, right now, in this very ring, under the eyes of their respective daughters, she must keep fighting, keep fucking, and hold on to her consciousness until Sheila loses hers.

Then almost by surprise, it is Sheila's turn - she grunts, stiffens, and begins a strange series of growls from deep within her chest cavity. Karen drives her hips vengefully against Sheila's, and digs her fingers hard into Sheila's thickly-muscled back. Sheila endures her shaking orgasm, moaning deeply. But then they shift, just a tiny bit of distance, enough to put a small barrier of flesh in between their clits for just a second or two. Just like that, the orgasm is over. But straightaway Sheila goes right back to the offensive, letting her sensitized clitoris come out again and press against Karen's. This wrings moans from both women's throats. But the risk pays off: Karen was close to her second one herself, and Sheila could sense it. Before too long, Karen has her second one, and this time she cannot stifle a few ragged gasping moans as the climax wracks her body.

Five is her maximum, in all the most strenuous lovemaking she and her daughter have ever done. Counting the one she had just now, she has had three. That was some time ago, but in the intervening time she has done nothing but put every muscle in her body through the wringer, straining against Sheila. Based on this projection, she can take two more, three at best, before passing out.

Sheila's pussy pushes implacably against hers. Their mouths remain mashed together. Closing her eyes again, Karen keeps fighting.

For Dahlia, she thinks. Do it for Dahlia.

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nice!!! more pls 

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Ok, I'm curious to hear from any of you who have been reading this.

Who should win this final battle? What do you think would be a sexier outcome?