Sorry it took a bit to get this all cleaned up. I hope you all enjoy it!!!
Chapter 3
The week that followed was interesting. Both women pressed charges determined to continue their battle wherever they could. Steve bailed out Darcy and took her home. Kristi had to wait in jail 22 hours until Troy came home from his business trip to bail her out. He was furious... fighting with his bosses wife. A grown woman. Ridiculous. Only trailer trash women fought in public. But then he heard from one of Kristi's other co-workers, a good friend of his, what they were fighting over. Humiliated, he packed his things and moved out.
On Monday, Kristi was fired. It was really an overreaction. The big bosses said it was for violating the company policy on e-mail use (sending provocative photo's to anybody, but especially a co-worker), as well as ruining a company function, and various other minor but strangely well documented infractions over the last couple years. Truth was one of the big bosses (a busty woman named Alice) hated Kristi for years and had been itching for an excuse to get rid of her forever. And the other big bosses... well they felt guilty for how turned on they had been seeing the women fight... remove the woman and you don't have to feel guilty any more.
Steve received a stern talking too for letting it get this far, but as he officially had no control over either woman, there was very little the company could do. Truth be told, Steve was irreplaceable. He could probably have publicly urinated on the CEO's desk and gotten away with it. Of course he would never do such a thing, but he could if he were so inclined.
Some of the other women at the company were empowered by the fight. Ann from HR and Rachel from Accounting met “secretly” Tuesday night with their husbands cheering them on to settle their long running dispute (Rachel won the fight, but both had to miss the rest of the week nursing their wounds). The receptionist, Nancy called her husbands mistress and challenged her to a private Friday night fight, winner take all. Both Nancy and her husband were very pleased with her victory over her rival. Nancy celebrated by throwing the cheating bastard out the next day. Finally Sharon in sales, went after her girlfriends ex girlfriend in a dyke bar downtown. The fight was wild enough that it made the evening news and morning papers (partially because the whole thing was caught on video cell phones and was posted on Youtube about 10 minutes after the fight was over, partially because both Sharon, her girlfriend, and her rival were all very hot women, and partially because just about anything involving lesbians is titillating and thus news in today's world), but like Darcy and Kristi's fight was broken up first by the club bouncers and then by the police in the parking lot outside before it was finished. Sharon returned to work the next week with a shiner which she seemed strangely proud of.
But after a couple weeks, everything had pretty much returned to normal both at the office and at home with one minor exception. Steve and Darcy's sex life which had always been good had moved to epic. They constantly talked about the fight which almost immediately moved to sex. Hardly a night passed without them making love at least 3 times. But as much as Darcy enjoyed the sex, she felt strangely unsettled. For the first time in her life, she was not certain she was the better woman, that Steve was with the best. As little as she ever wanted to see Kristi again, she wanted to know. She dreamed that the police had not arrived when they did. That they had a chance to finish it. But even in her dreams, Darcy could not decide if she were the better woman. As often as she dreamed that it was her on straddling on top of shattered foe's chest proudly showing off her own naked victorious body to the gathered crowd, it was just as often that she dreamed that it was her beaten body below Kristi's as she smothered her with her mountainous tits.
Darcy thought about calling the bitch, challenging her one more time. But that would leave evidence that she had violated her restraining order and if nothing else she could still beat that cow in court.
When Darcy answered the call a month later from “Local” she was almost relieved to hear Kristi's husky voice. “Hello, cxnt. Miss me?”
“What are you doing violating our little restraining order, Bitch” Darcy hissed with a smile on her face.
“I am calling from a pay phone, you stupid bimbo” Kristi replied almost cheerful.
“Well, I hear I ruined you life. No husband. No Job. No life.” Darcy deliberately twisted the dagger in Kristi.
“Yah, well I am about to return the favor I am going to take Steve from you and leave you alone.” Kristi gloated.
“Huh... you have been trying that for 12 years. What makes you think you can do it now?” Darcy whispered conspiratorially.
Kristi laughed, almost evilly. “Oh sweet bitchy little Darcy. Because now Steve has seen who is the better woman. He likes hearing how I am going to kick his wife's ass. Oh... didn't you know we have talked?"
Darcy smiled. “He has mentioned it. You are smarter than I thought to call from a pay phone so there is no record.”
Kristi laughed again. “Steve is a smart guy. He wants us to fight for him. I bet it makes him hard as hell to hear how I kicked your ass and plan to do it again.”
“I'd beg to differ, cxnt. Steve was there. He says I was winning. Your fat saggy ass was wearing out. My tit was crushing yours flat. And no way in hell you could have lasted what I was doing to your other tit. You're just lucky those police arrived when they did and rescued your fat ass.”
Kristi bristled and said “I was on top you little bitch. Those cops rescued your pathetic ass.”
Darcy smiled. She was getting to her. “I guess we could ask all your former co-workers who was winning. But I think they hated you as much as I do so that wouldn't be fair. They would just vote for me too.”
Kristi was clearly mad, but under control. “You see, witch, this is why I called. I don't think our little disagreement is settled yet. And to be honest, I don't think I'll get any satisfaction out of the courts no matter who wins. Just not as satisfactory as settling it with my claws.”
Darcy was instantly intrigued and aroused. “So what would you suggest, cxnt?”
“Well,” Kristi's voice had changed almost to a purr. “I suggest we both drop our charges and restraining orders and settle this out of court...in private... woman to woman.”
Darcy was excited thinking about it. A private fight to the finish. Thoughts of her previous private fights flashed through her mind. She liked the sound of it. “Go on,” she hissed breathlessly.
“I would suggest three separate fights to finish it once and for all.”
“Three?” Darcy was intrigued.
“Yes... three. First, I know my tits are bigger and better than yours and if your man, a tit man like Steve, knew it, he would have left you for me years ago.” Kristi was enjoying this.
“Your tits are bigger, no doubt about it. But that is because you are a fat cow. My tits are firmer and better than you could dream of.” Darcy felt her hatred rising even more as Kristi challenged her pride and joy.
“Well... there is only one way to know for sure. Titfight, tit to tit to the finish.” Darcy said it with satisfaction thinking there was no way this prissy bitch would agree to it.
“Hmmm... you are right.” Darcy smiled thinking about it. Despite what Kristi might think about her, Darcy was no prude. She had been titfighting other busty women for fun and pleasure since college. “A titfight to the finish IS the only way to settle that one.” She was surprised she hadn't considered it before.
Kristi hesitated a moment before continuing. She hadn't thought Darcy would accept. She couldn't decide if she were happy or angry about that. Regardless she continued. “Second, I am sexually superior to you in every way. If Steve weren't such a straight shooter, and tried me even once he would have dumped you in a heartbeat. Only one way to decide that...”
“Sexfight,” Darcy finished Kristi's thought for her. She had never had one, but knew what they were. She realized Kristi was trying to intimidate her, show she was more experienced. Darcy of course realized that it was she that had more experience with this and decided to turn the tables a bit. “So what do you want to do? Pussy to pussy tribbing? Strap ons? Double Dildo?”
It worked perfectly. “uh... umm..” Kristi stammered. She was shocked and it didn't help that she was so turned on at the moment. “Ummm.. pussy to pussy.”
“Perfect...then we'll know which of us has superior pussy power.” Darcy loved that she was in control. She wasn't at all surprised her pussy was getting wet just thinking about it. She only wished Steve was here to hear this. “So what about round 3?”
Kristi regathered her thoughts a moment before driving on. She was pissed that Darcy had managed to hijack the momentum. Fortunately she had rehearsed this challenge a dozen times before so she was able to compose herself quickly. “I say I am the better woman. Darwinistically speaking, the stronger of the species. If I have won the first two rounds... well I guess we know who is the better woman, eh? But if not, a naked catfight to the finish should settle it. Don't you think?”
Darcy smiled. She had been waiting for this. “Sounds perfect to me. I might even throw one of the first two rounds to get a chance to finish what we started on the beach. So where and when do you want to do this?”
Kristi smiled. “I was thinking my house this Saturday. But before that, there is one more thing I want... for each round winner gets to fuck Steve while the looser watches.”
Darcy shouldn't have been surprised, but she was. “Let me think about that for a second...”
“What? Chicken?”
“No... not at all. It is just that Steve is my man. Why should I put him up when you risk nothing. And I don't think if I loose Steve should be punished by having to fuck your fat ass.” Darcy was grinning ear to ear.
“You fucking Bitch!!!” Kristi's voice rose dangerously.
“Yah, that's right cxnt, I am a fucking Bitch!!! You want to play, you play my way, whore!” Darcy shouted back into the phone. “How 'bout this, slut? We rent the Penthouse Suite in the Waldorf. Round one, the winner gets to tit-fuck Steve while the looser watches. Round two, the winner gets her victorious pussy eaten out by Steve while the looser watches. And the overall winner gets the room and Steve for the night while the looser pays for it.”
Kristi replied slowly. She was surprised at where the conversation had taken them, but she definitely liked their destination. She would defeat her hated rival once and for all and then have the undivided attention of her handsome man for the remainder of the night in the most exclusive suite in the most exclusive hotel in the city. And better yet her rival would pay for it. “You know what, cxnt. That sounds perfect to me. When?”
“Tell you what, Bitch. I'll call right now to drop my charges and restraining order. As soon as you do the same, I'll call you with the time. How does that sound, cxnt?”
“I can't wait. I am going to tear you in two, slag.”
“I can't wait to finish you off, once and for all.” Before Kristi could respond, Darcy hung up. She sat still for a stunned moment taking it all in. Her pussy was damp with arousal, her nipples erect ready for battle, her claws ached to be set in her rival. She had never wanted anything as much as she wanted this fight... well anything but Steve. Oh, no... Steve.
Darcy immediately picked up the phone and dialed his office. “Steve... Honey... I hope your not going to be mad at me, but something just happened....” Darcy went on to explain what had just happened, the challenge she had issued, the rules of the fight.
Steve couldn't have been happier with his wife. Or more turned on. He let his new secretary (a cute 20 something red head with almost no tits at all to speak of) know he would be gone the rest of the day, raced home, and demonstrated forcefully just how pleased he was with Darcy. Again. And Again.
Chapter 4
Charges and restraining orders were quickly dropped. The earliest that they could get the massive penthouse suite was the following Wednesday and to be honest they were lucky to get that. It turned out that a oil sheik had just changed his plans minutes before Darcy called. Darcy was a little surprised at the price of the fabulous suite, $2,394 a night with tax. With Steve's blessing, Darcy reserved the suite and called her rival one last time. This time, the women were surprisingly cordial. They agreed to the final details of the three round battle for supremacy. Check in time at the hotel was 3:00pm so Steve and Darcy would check in then and call Kristi with the room number. They would meet at the room at 3:30pm. The women would dress identically, sexy black dress, black panties, sheer stockings with garter belt, black shoes.
On the day of the fight, Steve and Darcy both took the day off from work. They went to their favorite restaurant and had a great lunch together. Darcy deliberately ate light preparing for her fight, but it was still important to have energy. Steve enjoyed the envious looks he got from other men in the restaurant checking out his gorgeous busty wife in her slinky black dress. He wondered what they would think if they knew somewhere in the city a busty blonde wearing a similar dress was preparing to fight his wife to the finish for his cock.
Darcy caught a few women checking out Steve as well in his finest suit. She drank in their hungry looks as it fed her competitive desire. Every glance he got made her only that much more eager to face her rival. By the time they finished lunch she was so horny she could hardly stand it any more. And they still had two and a half hours until the fight!
They decided to go to the room and see if they could check in early. Fortunately the room had already been cleaned and the staff were happy to let the couple check in early. They barely closed the door on the room before Darcy was on Steve kissing him passionately, locking her legs around his waist, and writhing with passion. Steve managed to get his fly open and his cock out and was fucking Darcy hard even before they reached the bedroom. Their sex was passionate and rough as Darcy promised over and over that she would defeat Kristi and make her beg for mercy.
Fortunately they were done by 2:00 and Darcy got to recover a bit before Kristi arrived. Strangely the sex made her feel empowered as if Steve's Cum were an adrenaline shot. At 3:00 they got dressed and called Kristi. At 3:08 there was a knock at the door. Apparently Kristi had been waiting anxiously for their call from the Lobby, probably even as they had sex. Darcy struck her sexiest pose and faced the door in the living room of the suite beyond the entry area as Steve opened the door. Kristi was there similarly posed in a sexy black dress that did a good job of pushing her pendulous breasts upward for inspection. Kristi looked directly at Steve and said "I am so looking to fucking your brains out, Big Man." She walked into the entry room brushing past Steve, groping his Cock as she did. "Only one bit of trash to take care of first, lover. And then I will send you to heaven." She deliberately said it loud enough for Darcy to hear her in the next room. She did her best job to walk sexily through the entry room toward her foe in the living room beyond. She imagined that Steve was watching her ass, but truth be told he watched both women drinking in the site of these two incredible women squaring off over him.
Darcy smiled back at Kristi. "Too late, cxnt. He has been in heaven all afternoon... over... and over.".
"Oh... how sad. Thought you would get one last fuck before I take him from you, eh?" Kristi purred.
Darcy smiled sweetly. "No... that was the warm up. Had to give him something to think about as he was forced to view your fat ass."
Kristi bristled "I promise you after I am done with him he will be begging me to keep him."
Darcy's smile faded “I guess we'll see about that, slag.”
Kristi's eyes narrowed with hate. “Yes... yes we will. I want to add one more condition here. I want Steve to watch us naked. I want to see what I am fighting for. See his response as I kick your ass.”
Darcy's eyes narrowed focusing her hatred on Kristi. Darcy's instant reaction was to say no. They had set the conditions before and changing things now... well that was bullshit. But then she thought about it. Win, loose, or draw, Kristi would get to see Steve naked after round one anyway. Seeing the cock she had been riding only an hour ago would empower Darcy. And Kristi seeing Steve naked for the first time might distract her enough to give Darcy an advantage as well. She had fought enough times to know to take every advantage she could get. “Of course... I wouldn't have it any other way. Go ahead, baby. Show this cxnt what she has been trying to steal these last dozen years.”
Steve looked a bit sheepish for a moment which was entirely not like him. He just hadn't thought that he would be naked before the women fought let alone before they even stripped for battle. But he too could see the reason in it. Might as well show off now. He quickly stripped down. Both women were very pleased with what they saw, especially his rigid cock waving like some ridiculous flag pronouncing proudly that he was “NUMBER ONE”.
“There, bitch. Happy?” Darcy growled at her foe. “That is as close as you are getting to Nirvana cxnt.”
Kristi kept her eyes locked on the prize. “Don't worry lover... I'll take you to Nirvana in just a few minutes.” She returned her gaze to her foe. “I suppose now it is our turn, eh bitch?”
Without a word both women began to disrobe. They pulled the spaghetti straps of their nearly identical black dresses expertly off their shoulders and slowly down their arms pulling the top of the dress behind it. Almost at the same instant both woman huge orbs sprang free of their confinement and confronted their foe. Both women bent over letting her swing freely below her as she pulled her dress down below the knees. Darcy wore black panties, Kristi wore red. They stood in unison and expertly stepped out of the now discarded dress on the floor. It was as if the two had been practicing synchronized stripping for Olympics for years. The illusion was shattered only slightly as each of them kicked off her black heals. They had debated fighting in the heals as it would have been just that much sexier, but both agreed they wanted their titfight to be determined with their spectacular breasts and not an accidentally turned ankle.
They slowly walked toward each other jutting their breasts out toward rival like twin torpedo's heading toward war. Darcy put her hands on her hips and Kristi followed suit. They stopped just as their tits touched, erect nipple dueling erect nipple.
Steve strained his ears to hear as the women hissed insults, slurs, and threats at each other. They awaited his order to begin, but he was enjoying this buildup too much. The site of the busty blond and brunette tit to tit was almost more than he could take. The hatred in their eyes only added to the erotic nature of their pose. After a minute he could take no more and loudly announced “BEGIN!!!”
Simultaneously both women bent slightly at the waist pressing her breasts into her foe's slightly and then thrust upward delivering a double titty uppercut to her foe. Both women stumbled backward slightly regathered herself and plunged forward again with an audible splat as they exploded into each other.
Darcy was surprised with how firm her foes breasts were. Even with their close encounter at the beach, she had been under the impression that while Kristi was bigger, Darcy was much firmer. But now unrestrained with Bikini's, gravity, or clawing hands it was closer than Darcy had thought. She still thought she was firmer, but it was hard to be certain.
Meanwhile Kristi entertained similar thoughts. She had always been confident before in the power of her breasts. There were women that were bigger than she was, but none as big that were as firm as she was. Especially as she had aged all her former tit rivals for Troy had grown saggy and old while her firm breasts still stood proudly on her chest. Darcy was 7 years older than Kristi. Kristi entered the fight knowing she was bigger than Darcy and assuming she was firmer. But now as she felt the pain of her rivals breasts exploding into her own, Kristi knew the truth. Darcy was firmer. It would come down to whether size or firmness mattered more.
Again and again, the women dashed their breasts into their rivals breasts. They had stopped hissing their insults at each other entirely focused on the battle, exerting all of their energy into the singular task of crushing their foes breasts with her own. Each willed her breasts to be bigger, to be firmer.
The battle continued like this for 7 minutes with no clear victor. Occasionally their hands slipped off their waist but quickly returned. They had agreed to keep their hands on their waist the whole fight and neither women wanted to be disqualified on some silly technicality. As the battle continued, however, it happened more and more often as the women tired. Despite her superior conditioning, even Darcy was breathing heavy. Both women now grunted with exertion with each blow. But while their breasts were not able to determine a victor, physics were. With every blow, heavier Kristi pushed Darcy backwards. It was not much. Half an inch or an inch with each blow. But with hundreds of blows already the tiny shifts were adding up. Already the women had covered ¾ of the distance to the wall.
Kristi realized the advantage she was getting and decided it was time to exploit her larger size. As she charged Darcy, she didn't explode into her as she had 100 times before. Instead she kept her legs pumping like a football player driving a sled backwards. Darcy was unprepared for the change in direction and stumbled backwards driven by her foe until they crashed together into the wall. Of course Darcy got the worst of it almost knocking the wind out of her.
Kristi pressed her advantage rapidly smashing her tits into her stunned foe again and again. Darcy tried valiantly to meet each attack, but with Kristi's surge of force and adrenaline there was little she could do but hang on and wait for Kristi to tire. Fortunately for Darcy, Kristi's surge lasted only a minute before her deconditioned body was forced to slow. She was finally forced to change her attack from a direct frontal assault to rapidly swinging her tits from side to side raking her huge tits across Darcy's. Darcy responded using the wall as a stable brace and twisting her body counter to Kristi's movement effectively doubling the force of their huge pendulous melons smashing against each other. As Darcy felt the momentum of their battle shift she increased the speed of the twists giving Kristi less and less time to recover. Kristi's exhausted grunts now sounded more like squeaks. Darcy continued to press her advantage. Kristi was bigger, but Darcy was much much better conditioned. As her breasts crashed into Kristi's, Darcy mentally thanked all the aerobics, weight training, and pilates instructors who had driven her to keep in shape.
Finally it was Darcy who shifted the attack. She looped her breasts under Kristi's and using the wall to push off thrust her breasts forced her foes breasts backwards and upwards. The double uppercut was so powerful it actually smacked Kristi's breasts into her own face. Kristi stumbled backwards. Before she could get her feet under her Darcy chased her down smashing her breasts into her foe again keeping the stumble backwards going. Smack. Smack. Smack. Darcy chased her foe across the lavish living room delivering tit blow after tit blow. After the 6th blow near the far wall, Kristi couldn't keep up and stumbled over landing on her butt with a loud splat.
The image that greeted Steve was amazing. His gorgeous wife standing over her fallen rival hands on her hips, swollen breasts thrust forward proudly. Darcy's impressive 36D's had swollen from battle almost 2 full cup sizes from the force of the battle. Kristi's breasts were also swollen but now were almost exactly the same size as Darcy's. With Darcy now standing over her like that, she was intimidated but also angry. She slowly got up and regarded her rival. Defiantly Kristi put her hands on her hips matching her foe's pose. Both women caught their breath in that pose for just a moment, sizing each other up. Both women defiant and proud determined to demonstrate her physical superiority to the man they both loved. Then as if some silent starters pistol had fired they both again charged in unison.
They met in the center of the room with a loud grunt and the splat of titflesh on titflesh. They stumbled back then charged again. Splat. Again they charged. Splat. On their third collision, Kristi broke the rules letting her hands slip off her hips and wrapping them around her foes arms and body. Rather than protest the obvious infraction, Darcy quickly squirmed her arms up under Kristi's arms and around her rivals back. This would be the end and both women knew it. They would end this round with a bearhug titfight. The mutual bear hugs added pressure to their mountainous tits battle. But as hard as each woman squeezed it added equal pressure to her enemies breasts and her own. Titflesh bulged against titflesh. Darcy realized what would happen here from her prior titfights. One woman's breasts would eventually fail this contest allowing her foes breasts to completely dominate her own. Darcy had never lost a contest like this and wasn't about to start today.
Both women synchronized surges of strength arching their backs and thrusting their titflesh into their foe while squeezing with all their might followed by a brief writhing recovery as they regained their strength for the next surge. Their heads had fallen forward over their foes shoulder. They could both feel their rivals hot breath on her sweaty back. They muttered barely audible insults and threats under their breath to each other as they strained and struggled for supremacy.
Darcy felt her breasts were going to explode. She could intensely feel each and every cubic inch of her breasts. The pressure was incredible. Even the skin around her breasts felt strained to the breaking point. They were already swollen from battle stretching her skin to the limit. Now with Kristi's pendulous orbs crushing her own, even her skin felt like it might split. As she heaved her breasts again and again into her hated rival she wondered if any woman with real breasts had ever actually ruptured a breast in a titfight?
There were three things that kept Darcy going long after she was certain she would have to quit. First, Darcy knew as much as Kristi was hurting her, she was doing even more damage to Kristi's big breasts. Darcy was slightly firmer than Kristi and in a battle like this, that would be the difference. Second, there was her pride. She had lost a titfight or two in her time, but never a tit to tit bearhug like this. In a pure tit to tit comparison, Darcy had never met anybody that could compete with her. Finally there was pure unadulterated fear. She had entered this fight confident of her superiority to this bitch, confident that she was the better woman and that Steve would see that and be happy to be with her. Now she could see she had underestimated Kristi. Her big tits were much firmer than Darcy had thought and bigger than her own. Steve was a tit man. If this bitch got the chance to wrap her big pale tits around Steve's cock, Darcy was not certain she would get him back. She knew he loved her and was pretty sure she would be with him in the end, but at this moment locked tit to tit with the woman he had been lusting after for 12 long years and learning she was actually competitive, she was not 100% certain and that terrified Darcy.
The pace of the women's breast thrusts slowed with each thrust lasting longer, but the pauses between longer as well. They no longer hissed to each other focusing all their energy on willing their breasts to continue.
After what seemed like hours, Kristi suddenly began to pick up the pace again physically pulling back and bashing her swollen breasts into Darcy's. For Darcy this was the sign she had been waiting for. It meant Kristi was about to break and was giving it one last desperate push before she could take no more. Darcy met her blow for blow determined to break her blond foe's will. Their pace got faster and faster, each blow harder and harder. Finally with a scream, Kristi screamed out her surrender, “AAAAIIIGGGGHH”
Kristi slumped to the floor sobbing.
Darcy stood over her proudly thrusting her tits out for Steve's inspection. “Say it bitch.” She stepped forward grabbing Kristi by the hair forcing her head backward to look in her eyes. Darcy liked what she saw. Kristi had always looked down her nose at Darcy. But now she saw something different. Fear. Hatred. Maybe even a bit of respect. “Say it.”
Kristi sputtered with exhaustion. “You... your... your tits... your tits are the best.”
Darcy let her foe's blonde mane go, majestically turned and walked to her husband. She knelt down between her husbands legs and lovingly put his throbbing cock between her battered, swollen, but triumphant breasts. As Steve began to thrust his cock between his wife's breasts he smiled at her and said “You were magnificent as always. You truly are my titqueen.”
Darcy smiled at her man. She was rightly proud of herself and he was right. And more than anything else at this moment, she wanted her defeated rival to hear that she was the best and to see the man she had lusted over for 12 years titfucking her superior breasts. Steve's big cock slid easily between her swollen sweaty breasts. With every thrust Darcy wanted to rise up and mount him, but she resisted the urge. First because fucking the prize like that at this point would be against the rules. But even more so because she wanted to have Kristi watch Steve titfuck the victor, wanted the whore to know she was the better woman, that it was her tits that were the best.. Faster and faster he thrust his cock writhing and bucking in his chair. Just before he was about to cum, Darcy threw her head back and cried out “Yes baby... cum... cover me in it.” Steve couldn't help but comply laying out a beautiful pearl necklace on Darcy's alabaster breasts and neck. Steve's body shuttered with passion and spent lust. He moaned quietly and slowly his thrusting came to a halt. With a gleam in her eye, she looked up from Steve's cock into his eyes. “Ready for round two, Baby?”
Steve smiled as he looked into his wife's lovely face. “I am not sure how much of this I can take... but I'll risk it.” Darcy finally unfolded her breasts from Steve's Cock and stood before him drinking in the sight of him. Steve also took advantage of the opportunity to admire his naked victorious wife. Finally she turned and moved back to her foe. Darcy deliberately left Steve's cum oozing on her body. She couldn't wait to transfer it to Kristi as they fucked each other. She knew that every drop of cum would only serve to remind Kristi that it was Darcy that had the best chest.
If Kristi was intimidated, she didn't show it. She sat on the floor waiting for her rival with hatred in her eyes. Her battered swollen breasts made her look even more intimidating to Darcy. Even knowing that her breasts were now unquestionably better, Kristi's breasts still made her doubt. Kristi's nipples stood erect inviting battle even after their recent defeat. Unconsciously Darcy felt her own nipples rising to the unspoken challenge as well. Her red panties were already removed and discarded carelessly a short distance away. Kristi sat upright supported by her arms splayed out at a 45 degree angle behind her and had her left leg laying flat on the floor, right leg bent up exposing her pussy to inspection. As much as Darcy drew pleasure from her pussy, she had always thought that they were not that wonderful to look at. Even so Darcy regarded her rivals pussy as she approached. Kristi had fat pussy lips and a tangled hairy reddish blond bush. Inwardly Darcy cursed the fact that she kept her own bush so neatly trimmed.
Darcy slowly slid off her own black panties making sure to keep her backside towards Steve so he could appreciate the view as she bent over to slide her panties to her ankles. She then stood and gingerly stepped out of the panties. She then sat on the floor facing Kristi three feet away. Both women scooted forward toward each other crossing their raised left leg over the lowered right leg of their rival interlocking their lower extremities. As their pussies met for the first time both women leaned back on their arms powering their pussies into each other their passion swollen pussy lips hungrily trying to consume her rivals. Darcy started slightly as their hardened clits met and briefly dueled each other. This was not her first experience tribbing with another woman, but a brief experiment with a good friend in college could not have prepared her for this encounter decades later. While their pussies were damp with lust it was almost as if she could feel Kristi's hatred straight through her hardened clit. While it might look like lust or even love to an outside observer, this was war, a desperate battle for supremacy between hated foes. Their furtive glances at Steve and his again hardened cock reminded them both what was at stake. The winning pussy would soon envelope that cock and claim it for her own. For Kristi, it was do or die time. She must win this battle or Darcy would win Steve forever. Darcy had briefly considered ceding this round. She wanted to finish the catfight they had started at the beach and finish off her foe once and for all woman to woman. Her claws literally ached to sink into her foe to finish Kristi once and for all. Defeating Kristi in a sex fight meant that she would have to give up the chance to fight her tooth and nail to the finish. But loss meant she would have to allow Steve eat Kristi out. The thought of her man going down on her rival was more than Darcy could bear. She would finish her foe now pussy to pussy and satisfy her blood lust with Steve's cock instead.
The women humped each other slowly vying for position and control. Then Darcy lunged forward grabbing Kristi's red mane with both hands and pulling her toward Darcy plunging her cum soaked chest into her rivals. To Darcy's surprise, Kristi responded wrapping her arms around Darcy renewing their titwar in spite of their badly bruised and swollen breasts smearing Steve's sticky cum over both of their bodies. Darcy was doubly surprised as her rival planted a deep passionate kiss on her and plunged her tongue into Darcy's mouth. Darcy's first reaction was to bite the bitch, but instead fought back, tongue vs. tongue. Simultaneously their tongues, breasts, and pussies all dueled for supremacy. Their bodies writhed with a strange combination of passion and hatred against each other.
The women continued their passionate embrace for an eternity. Both women were now sweating freely lubricating their bodies in a slick sheen of lust. Darcy felt herself slipping in and out of control. As much as she hated Kristi, her body felt so good to Darcy at the moment. Her large firm breasts sliding back and forth against Darcy's, their lips and pussies locked together, both battling for a man they loved. How could it not feel perfect and right. Darcy found herself wishing that she had challenged Kristi to a duel like this when she first realized that she was putting the moves on her man 12 years ago. They could have battled like this on a monthly basis.
As it was, this was a battle to the finish, winner take all. Darcy forced herself to focus on beating Kristi and not enjoying her voluptuous body too much. She plunged her hardened clit into Kristi's eliciting a pained moan with each plunge. She raked her firm breasts against Kristi's painfully swollen and defeated breasts. And she shifted her dueling tongue to an instrument of passion determined to make her foe cum. And her strategy of shifting from straight battle to passion worked.
As Kristi felt her control slipping she instinctively tried to pull away from Darcy, but her foe would have none of that. She clinched Kristi even tighter humping her all the harder. In seconds Kristi couldn't resist any longer. She moaned quietly as her flesh shuddered with the force of her orgasm. Darcy tried to press her advantage, to make her rival submit as they had agreed. But Kristi continued to resist. Their battle continued.
Three more times over the period of 10 minutes, Darcy made her foe cum. Darcy came close to cumming herself, but mentally pushed the surge of passion aside. She was winning and was not about to let this whore have the satisfaction of even a tiny victory. It was clear to both women that Darcy had won this round, but this cxnt would just not give up and let her get to her reward. The longer they went, the angrier Darcy grew.
Darcy released her kiss from her foe and slid her face up along Kristi's to her ear. She quietly hissed into her rivals ear “Give up, you fucking slut. You're beaten and you know it.”
Kristi's reply was ragged and breathless. “No... no... no.... never.... I... I... I... can't. I... nee... nee... need... Steve... more... than... than... you....”
Darcy was furious. “You'll never have him, cxnt,” she whispered venomously. “He knows now for certain which of us is the better woman... bitch. He knows my tits are better than yours... my sex drive is stronger than yours... my body is better than yours. He is with me. And you... you are alone.”
Darcy continued to hump Kristi as the words settle into her foe like a knife. A single tear streamed down Kristi's face as she realized the truth in Darcy's words. Steve watched as Kristi's face shifted from sadness and defeat to anger and finally to rage. “NNNNOOOOOOO!!!” she screamed and shifted her battle from sex to war.
Darcy was prepared for the change. In fact she hoped for it. It meant she had won and she would get to fight this cxnt too. Their passion soaked bodies slammed into each other. Their claws slashed and tore at her rivals face and breasts. Darcy raked her claws across Kristi's face and swollen left breast leaving 4 bright red streaks from her ear to her chin and angry welts on her bruised and swollen breast. Kristi answered with similar slashes to Darcy's right breast and back.
The furious women rolled over and over struggling to get the advantage of being on top. Their ragged screams rose in fury to screeches of wild animals. Steve quickly realized that this was no longer a battle between jealous women over a man. It was a struggle for survival between two wild animals. It was a fight to the finish. If left to their own devices only one woman would survive this final round. Steve considered trying to separate the battling beauties, but decided against it for several reasons:
First, Steve was uncertain he physically could separate the warring women. He was a strong man, but these women were determined. Steve could certainly manhandle either woman, but together he was less certain. Even if he pulled one away from the other, he was certain both women would rejoin the battle instantly.
Second, even if he managed to separate them, he knew for certain this was a fight to the finish between two desperate women in heat. They would fight until there was a victor. If he managed to separate them, they would simply schedule another fight without him present. Watching the two murderous women battle he was certain if that happened one would be dead and the other in prison.
And finally their war was just so damned hot. As if their titfight and sexfight were not enough, now here they were, his busty brunette wife and titanic titted blonde secretary fighting to the death for the honor of his cock. It was the primitive caveman in him that prevented him from intervening. His animal inner self wanted to bed the superior animal. His more civilized veneer recognized according to the rules agreed upon by the women, his gorgeous wife was the already victor of the battle. It was she that would spend the night with him in the fabulous hotel suite. It was Darcy who he would fuck all night long and Darcy who would wake up in his arms in the morning and every morning from then on. But his inner animal had decided he would mount whichever woman won this final round. Of course his civilized brain knew he wouldn't mount either if the victor murdered the looser. But he knew when only one remained fighting he could easily separate the victor until the murderous rage left her body so he positioned himself to be ready as soon as the outcome was determined.
As Steve made his decision and and moved around the battling hell cats he re-evaluated the ladies condition. Darcy had landed devastating punches to Kristi's eye which was already swelling shut and lip which bled freely. Kristi retaliated with a blow to Darcy's nose which also bled freely. The women's blood mixed with their sweat and cum soaked bodies so that you couldn't tell whose blood was coating who or who was bleeding more. Kristi rolled over on top of Darcy and punched her in the tit hard knocking the breath out of her. She then plunged her massive breasts over her gasping foe smothering her. Steve was certain his gorgeous wife was finished.
Suddenly Kristi let out a blood curdling scream. Darcy's hand shot out grabbing her rivals blond mane at the side of her screaming foes head peeling her backwards and to the side. As Kristi's body was pulled off his wife's face the source of the blonde vixens pain was revealed. Darcy's teeth were buried deep in her foes left tit. Blood streamed from the edges of her lips. Kristi couldn't help but focus 100% of her attention on removing Darcy from her mangled breast. Darcy took advantage of Kristi's struggles and momentum trying to escape to roll over Kristi one last time. She straddled Kristi's body between her hips and her tits, wrapped both hands around Kristi's throat and bore down her entire body weight into strangling this bitch. Darcy's eyes were wild with hatred. Kristi struggled trying to break free, clawing at the life ending hands, clawing at Darcy's pendulous breasts swinging above her, trying to latch her own hands on Darcy's throat. Darcy ignored Kristi's rapidly weakening attempts at dislodging her. She was going to be rid of this whore once and for all and then Steve would belong to her alone.
Kristi's struggles grew weaker and weaker until finally her arms slumped beside her and her eyes rolled back into her head and still Darcy continued to strangle her foe. Steve waited 10 more seconds and then pulled his murderous wife off Kristi's still body. Immediately Darcy struggled against her husband determined to finish off her blonde rival. “NOOOOO!!!!” she screamed. “LET ME FINISH HER!!! LET ME FINISH HER!!!” It was 45 seconds or longer before her civilized self took over again and then her nursing training took over. For a moment, Darcy was worried she had killed Kristi. But then she could see her breathing. Darcy gently removed herself from Steve and moved to her fallen foe. She checked Kristi's vitals. Once she was sure the bitch would live, her hatred for Kristi returned. Darcy decided to add one last humiliation to her foe. She quickly knelt down straddling over Kristi's face. She planted her pussy firmly on her hated foe's face. Darcy grabbed Kristi's mane one last time forcing Kristi's face into Darcy's pussy coating the blondes face with Darcy cxnt juices. She just wanted to make sure when the cxnt woke up, she would know exactly what happened to her.
With that she rose up and walked to Steve. She gripped his cock firmly and led him toward the bedroom. “Come on lover. To the victor go the spoils and I plan on being spoiled a lot tonight.” They entered the bedroom and closed the door behind them. Just to be sure they wouldn't be disturbed by her rival, Darcy locked the door behind her. Her body was beaten, bloody, and bruised, but the adrenaline from her victory still coursed through her body. She pushed Steve over onto the bed and mounted him. Steve marveled at his wife as she rode him in her victory lap. Her big swollen and scratched tits bounced up and down. She licked her swollen lips with her eyes half swollen shut as she enjoyed his lust. It was if his cock had made her impervious to the pain. They fucked hard for half an hour before both of them came like volcanoes erupting moaning and crying with passion.
Finally they fell together in bed sleeping soundly for hours. When they awoke it was dark outside. Steve went and checked outside for Kristi who had left. Kristi was true to her word. Neither Steve nor Darcy ever heard from Kristi again, although she visited the lovers memories often as they made love or relived that night.
