Contentious Nipples
By
Catwriter
To say that the evening was warm would really be missing the point. Sweat was not measured in droplets, but rather in the sheen of incredibly light mist upon a breast in candlelight. Not one breast actually. Four would be the exact number. Mystically moving candlelight caused the shape of the breasts to change almost imperceptibly. The two yellow-skinned beauties lay side by side on propped elbows, whispering softly in their singsong way. Hair so black it had purple highlights in the soft light and in such proponderance that it folded beneath their elbows.
Sitting quietly at the top of bed, working the remnants of a joint found only in this area of the world, I pondered my current good fortune. On the second evening of a three-day in-country leave, I was in a small villa just outside Vung Tau. The three of us had left the major port city and traveled to their village in a three-wheeled taxi.
I had seen them shopping wearing their long silk dresses. We struck up a conversation, which had led us to this intriguing moment.
Yesterday I had shown both lovely girls photos I carried everywhere. I just loved breasts and more than that I loved the sight of breasts pressing into breasts. It was my Nirvana and continues to be so to this very day. They laughed, giggled, and carried on in an enjoyable way. At the restaurant, they had even leaned in toward one another until their small breasts came together and visibly compressed beneath their black silk dresses. I was in hooter heaven.
Back to the moment. We had done nothing but eat, fuck, drink and smoke dope for about twenty-four hours. We were simultaneously at that exhausted state of mind where all things are possible but you are just too damned buzzed to care.
While I had no idea what Sun li and Lin were saying, they were clearly getting aroused. They began brushing their hair back and lay grasping their own thighs rather than let their hands lie comfortably over a hip. Moving their elbows slightly, both looked back and upward to where I sat. Our eyes moved back and forth, one to the other. My smile dissipated quickly when I looked deeply. These lovely girls clearly had something planned and it seemed as though it was going to be for my benefit.
They were only a foot apart, body to body, on the bed. They swung their heads back and faced one another. Although difficult to see from my perspective, they appeared quite serious. We had made love as often as you can when death is considered not only possible, but also imminent. We had shared soft wonderful moments.
I clearly remember thinking that this was not happening. That a chance to translate photo to reality just could not occur. And that a breast fight for the sole purpose of pleasing a male, was inconceivable.
As my eyes concentrated intently on the dark nipples, I thought I had seen something move. Yes, Sun Li's nipple was now a half-inch in length and Lin's nipple was reaching out to meet the intruder. The nipples thickened even more and continued to grow toward the advancing enemy.
I heard a slight rustling and looked past the growing nipples in time to see Sun Li and Lin lock ankles, while never once moving their upper torsos. Black eyes were locked together, eyebrows turned downward in challenge and anger.
Glancing again toward nipples, I was startled to think that Sun and Li had moved their breasts closer. I was mistaken. Their nipples had continued to grow. And while the women had taken great pains to align their growing lances, the lances themselves clearly took up fighting stances to the left and right of one another as they continued to advance.
Standing now at one inch in length, the contending nipples were at right angles to one another and preparing to strike.
Sun Li's breast rippled slightly. I tell all that her torso moved not an inch. Her stiff nipple sliced at the midsection of Lin's weapon with the swiftness of a cat. More amazing still to my uncomprehending senses was the swiftness with which Lin's nipple evaded the intended blow. Instead, Sun Li's nipple stabbed heavily into the lower portion of Lin's breasts; momentarily imbedding itself.
I swear that I heard a noise as Lin's purple nipple swung swiftly downward into Sun Li's. Sun Li gasped, her magic nipple sliding upward through Lin's breast meat as it struck a harsh underblow to Sun Li.
Sharp intakes of breath emerged from both beauties as their furious nipples engaged in a furious swordplay not seen since old England.
Rippling breasts signaled first one strike and then another. Occasionally the breast meat itself would touch lightly, as the dueling nipples engaged in fierce warfare above the nurturing breast flesh. Touching at their base, the warring nipples moved swiftly, left and right, slamming together with a force now audible as well.
I touched the shoulders of the intertwined duo as their nipples engaged in a furious test of strength, straining and sliding against one another.
Two soft white mounds reflected flickering candlelight. I thought that the violent breast movement would be equally reflected in violent shoulder thrusting. It was not! Again, their upper torsos were motionless. But their breasts were a fluid sea of motion. Bobbing upward and to the side, bulging one way and then another.
It was with unimagined excitement that I realized the fierce nipple encounter was continuing unabated. While I could no longer see the battling nipples, their continuing movements were evident in the explosion of surrounding titflesh.
I will never again see the intensity in faces and breasts and nipples. Lips pursed, the two warring nipple fighters grunted and even cried out on occasion. I could only imagine one of their lances stabbing a rib as the war continued.
Sun Li reached behind Lin and pulled her close. Lin reflected the move so that I could now only see the tops of their breasts. Like a raindrop hitting water, the swelling rapidly moving breasts as well as nipples beneath engaged in all-out war.
I stood up on very unsteady legs. It seemed as though all the blood I possessed had rushed headlong to my groin. The battling Orientals pushed slightly apart at the elbow allowing me to lean forward. I gradually worked my lower torso until my raging dick touched the top of their wonderful breasts. As the small mound of fighting breast flesh encompassed my rock hard dick, the warring nipples would lightly caress the underside of my dick. I penetrated further. At times disengaging from furious battle to lightly caress over and under my dick, the cantankerous nipples would poke and prod at the other, fighting fiercely for dominance.
In addition, while sex, personified in blowjobs and tit fucks are most wonderful, the feel of those warring nipples on the underside of my cock was way more than the body was ever intentioned to control.
Emerging from the encased tit flesh, nipples wrapped top to bottom, I spewed wildly all over their hips and asses (which, at my age, is a considerable distance) again and again.
My battling felines were stroking my body and licking my thighs. I fell forward, encompassing their asses with my forearms and their pussies with my tongue.
The incredible intensity and pure enjoyment of the moment took several hours to dissipate. We three, in euphoria so complete tasted one another for hours and hours. The smiles were never so sweet. That very moment, never so lasting.
