Part 2
Kate and Susanna split up in a well-worn division of labour. Susanna strides over to Steph and before anything can happen lands a solid punch square in Steph's face. Steph's lips can take no more punishment and her lower lip really explodes this time. Steph staggers back a couple of steps at the force of the blow and her hand goes to her mouth as the blood begins to flow. Steph starts to feel faint at the sight of so much blood and staggers a little more. Susanna recognises the signs and swings round to confront Sally. Sally, watching closely, has taken up a boxing stance, ready to defend against Susanna.
Kate has continued her progress across the bar to confront Carol. While Charlotte lies at their feet, trying to clear her head, Kate steps forward and swings for Carol with a fast left hook. Carol twists her head and slips the punch, but can't dodge the rest of Kate’s body as it crashes into her, Kate now off-balance as a result of the missed punch (and her top-heavy frame.) The two bodies crash into the bar as Kate drives forward with her attack. Kate tries again with her left fist, this time aimed into Carol’s belly and this time it connects, big-style. Carol’s upper body is bent forward, again no doubt with the help of the gravitational pull on her magnificent 36Es which transfix the nation most mornings as she broadcasts the weather. Kate seizes the moment and lifts her right knee into Carol’s face. Not at full speed, but enough to knock Carol backwards. Carol steadies her gait and looks up from beneath her blonde fringe. Enraged at her own slack performance Carol stands upright, rolls her shoulders, takes up a classic boxer’s stance. She steps towards Kate, notices the way Kate is standing and immediately sweeps with her leg, knocking Kate off her balance. Kate falls onto her back on the floor and immediately Carol is on top of her. She lands a heavy right hook on Kate's face and then, unable to contain herself in her fury, grabs at the neckline of Kate’s evening gown. The expensive fabric tears in Carol’s strong grip and Kate's fulsome titflesh spills out. Carol grabs for it at once but then switches her approach and starts punching at the generous orbs like they are twin speed-bags. Carol’s shoulders are pumping as she starts to give Kate’s famous chest a thorough going-over.
Sally recognises that she has the longer reach than Susanna and so is happy to keep the feisty Susanna at a distance – at least for the moment. Sally defends with her left fist and jabs at Susanna with her right. Susanna’s having none of it and as Sally jabs she ducks under the punch – using her shorter height to her advantage - and steps in. She slams a thunderous right fist into Sally's guts. Sally's frozen by the blow, momentarily, then gasps for air. Susanna grabs for Sally's brunette hair with her left hand. She takes a big handful of it and yanks at Sally's head. Keeping a grip on the chestnut locks, Susanna slams her right fist into Sally's face. Susanna isn’t only wearing those heavy gold rings on her right hand for show, and the added weight only increases the damage on Sally. Susanna tugs again at Sally's hair with her left hand but this time grabs the front of Sally's shiny blue dress and pulls hard. The garment holds together for a moment - and then as if made of paper the front is torn away. Susanna throws it aside and refocuses on Sally who is shocked for a moment to be naked (there's no underwear) and then slightly turned on that so many people can see her lithe, toned body with those legs which go on and on. Susanna’s not letting go of Sally's hair yet and she smashes her fist towards Sally's face again. This time Sally is able to block the punch effectively with her forearms. Seeing an opportunity to turn things, Sally stamps her stiletto heel down hard on Susanna’s foot. Both women feel the metal heel drive into Susanna’s flesh and she screams. She lets go of Sally’s hair and instinctively reaches down with both hands. Sally recognises the reaction of her opponent, clasps her hands together, raises them over her head and then slams them down hard with a chopping motion on Susanna’s back. Susanna yelps. Sally raises her arms again and repeats the blow, this time beating Susanna to her knees. Some in the crowd are thrilled to see Sally's buttocks quiver as she beats on Susanna’s back. Seeing her opponent bent over on the floor Sally immediately seeks to apply her real advantage – her long legs – and aims a wild kick with her right leg at Susanna’s head. Susanna senses what's happening and manages to turn aside just in time to miss the kick. She stays in the same position, bent over on the floor but pivots her shoulders and slams her fist straight into Sally’s groin. The punch connects directly with Sally’s pussy. Sally turns white and staggers, falling onto one knee beside Susanna. Now that there’s no height advantage Susanna presses home her attack, sweeping her left leg round and knocking Sally completely onto the floor. Susanna leaps onto Sally – and ends up sitting atop her in a reverse schoolgirl. Susanna reckons she has the weight to keep Sally pinned for now. She can feel Sally’s prominent nose beneath her – sp she grinds hear ass hard onto Sally’s face. Once she has ground down on Sally a couple of time, Susanna raises her right fist and slams it down hard into Sally's pussy. Sally's body goes rigid with pain at the blow then she squirms. Susanna raises her fist again and slams it down again. Sally is rigid and then squirming frantically again but is weakening fast, the waves of nausea draining her strength. The rigid then squirming movement in Sally's body and with her head is stimulating Susanna. Susanna scents victory over Sally – literally, because Sally is clearly being turned on by the mixture of pleasure and pain, her two most favourite things (after the size queen competitions she sometimes hosts with her closest girlfriends.) Susanna can see Sally's juices starting to run from her trim pussy. This just encourages Susanna - who seems to draw strength from the effect which she's having on Sally's beaten body. She rains blow after blow on the stricken Sally's punished privates – and before long she feels Sally's body become weak and lifeless beneath her.
Steph has regained a little of her composure, several linen napkins having been used to stem the flow of bright red blood. She's back on her feet and spots that Charlotte is also starting to make a recovery. Steph spots Susanna’s designer handbag on the table beside her, grabs it and heads towards Charlotte who is almost back on her feet. Steph strides towards Charlotte and at the same time reaches into Susanna’s bag. Steph knows that the stories of Susanna's rapacious sexual appetite are all true, so as she approaches Charlotte she reaches in and grasps something in the bag, then dropping the bag produces a wicked looking black rubber dildo. The thing must be fourteen inches long and as thick as a wine bottle. Steph wields it like a club and smacks Charlotte as hard as she can in the face with it. Charlotte squeals in pain and cowers, trying to shield her head. Steph continues her attack, battering Charlotte as hard as she can with the monstrous black rubber cock. Steph beats Charlotte with the brutal sex toy one more time, then hesitates. Charlotte reacts to the cessation of the rain of rubber blows on her head and looks between her hands. Steph takes the opportunity and surprises Charlotte by forcing her hand between Charlotte's and grabbing Charlotte by the neck in a choke-hold. Charlotte's own hands are immediately tearing at Steph’s grip but Steph tightens her grip, pressing hard into Charlotte's neck. Steph pulls Charlotte's head closer to her, fixing Charlotte with a wicked glare. “I knew that you couldn't handle a proper cock, pet” she sneers. “You won't handle this, either” and Steph pulls back her head and plants a huge head-butt square in the middle of Charlotte’s face. Charlotte staggers backwards, released from Steph’s choke. Her nose has exploded, showering blood and snot everywhere. Charlotte yells in pain and surprise and starts to cry loudly. She sits down hard on the floor, her legs curled beneath her. Blood continues to stream from her smashed nose. Steph steps forward and delivers the coup de grace, swinging the monster sex toy with both hands she clobbers Charlotte on the side of the head. Charlotte slumps to the floor.
As Carol pummels Kate's generous chest, the anger starts to rise in Kate. Her gorgeous tits. They're a national treasure! Kate is proud in the knowledge that legions of men, the retired, the students, the unemployed and the unemployable all start their day fantasising about what they would do with her fabulous tits. She often thinks about hose hundreds, thousands of stiff cocks worshipping her. She's particularly proud of the gallons of cum which she causes to be spilled every day. It's the only reason that she keeps working. And she's not going to lose that now. Not to this ridiculous Scottish slag with her stupid cleavage and stupid arise and stupid accent and stupid laugh. Kate's not having any of it. She bridges out of the pin so hard and so suddenly that Carol is propelled to one side. Carol crashes into the bar, stunned for a second. Carol slides down the bar, sitting upright with her back to the bar. In a split second Kate is on top of her. Kate can't stop herself seeking vengeance for the last few minutes of humiliation and she immediately tears at the top of Carol's dress. The dress has been struggling to contain Carol all night, and now it can take no more. It surrenders easily to Kate's violent tearing and in a moment Carol’s creamy white tits with large bright pink nipples are free. Kate hasn't seen nipples quite so large – or quite so hard – since that orgy near Sandy Lane on Barbados. That was the party which got so out of hand that the domestic staff joined in. One of the house girls, a pretty little thing, had nipples like champagne corks and the memory has stayed with Kate since then. On seeing Carol's thick swollen nipples Kate immediately grabs at them, clamping them with her nails. Carol screams in agony and struggles to push Kate away, but Kate's having none of it. She leans into Carol, pressing down on her and pressing into her incredible nipples with her hard, fake, gel fingernails. “I've got you now, you big cow” hisses Kate in Carol's face. “No ye havenae” responds Carol; “a silly wee sassenach like you is no match for a guid Highland lass like me” and Carol manages to free her own hands from under Kate's weight and immediately she grabs Kate's bruised and battered boobs and squeezes with all of her strength. Carol twists Kate's mauled mammaries viciously and Kate screams. Carol presses on with her attack, ignoring the pain in her own magnificent chest. She pulls at Kate's tits, twists them and then pulls to the side so hard that Kate falls off Carol. Carol swings round to find Kate on her back, holding her tits, whimpering. Carol moves forward and firmly places her knee onto Kate's pelvis, pinning her lower body to floor. Almost like a cat, Carol moves forward, leaving her knee in place in Kate's pelvis and grabs Kate around the neck, pressing down hard. Carol looks up and spies Steph, still holding Susanna’s monster sex toy like a trophy. “Steph! Steph!” she shouts and vigorously shakes her free hand up and down in the international hand gesture for masturbation. Steph laughs and throws the massive rubber member to Carol, who catches it in one hand. Still moving with a lightness and grace which belies her size and curves, Carol spins around sitting down in a reverse face-sit on Kate - who shrieks a well-muffled shriek. Carol leans forward and lands a hard punch in Kate's belly. Kate knees come up instinctively at the force of the blow – and Carol catches one of the knees in her hand. She pulls hard and Kate’s legs part.
Steph’s seen Carol do this move before - so she walks over, now a little coquettishly, wiggling her bum. Steph kneels down and grabs Kate's free leg. She yanks at it hard and then pins it to he floor of the bar with her own leg. Kate's legs are now split wide apart. They're waggling a little bit as she continues to struggle, but two against one ha only one likely outcome. Steph reaches forward and pulls hard at the waist of the remains of Kate's gown – and it comes away easily. Kate's pussy is now exposed to the entire bar. Carol hands the monster dildo to Steph who smiles, kisses the tip of it and then waggles it by the base. She laughs at its grotesque size and girth and then taps Kate's pussy lips with it. “Yer little mate couldn't handle this big boy, could she?” she laughs, talking to Kate's pussy. “I think that yer more than capable, pet. I've heard yer old gash is like the Tyne Tunnel!” And with that Steph places the tip of the brutal cock between Kate's pussy lips. Steph puts her hand behind the flat end of the dildo and, using the strength in her shoulder, pushes it as hard as she can into Kate. There's an even bigger muffled roar from Kate - who’s face is still buried between Carol's thighs. Kate shakes violently – and then her body goes limp. It's not clear if she's suffocated under Carol's ample arse or has fainted at being impaled with such a massive monster cock, but either way she’s out cold. Carol and Steph make a show of a mock high-five and then stand up to see what's left.
The crowd has been by turns shocked into silence, gasping in horror and moaning with lust. The grey-suited, pale-tied, slow-eyed, slack-jawed, later-than-middle-aged men are all now seated, some obviously tenting their suit trousers, other more obviously having stained their trousers already as they came. Holly Willoughbooby is standing stock still, awestruck by the display of raw violence mixed with sexual abandon. Her sidekick Phil has been rubbing his cock through his trousers the whole time. The big guys in the dark blue DJs who came in with the BBC team are almost beside themselves with lust. They know that if they win, their women will need to be gang-fucked for the rest of the weekend to get the adrenaline out of their systems. If they don’t, ‘On Air’ at 06:00 on Monday morning will be car-crash TV of the most unbroadcastable type. Sally and Steph have both been reprimanded for their broadcast language in the past when they haven't been properly ‘looked after’ through the weekend after a big fight.
Susanna's been lost in her own world of utter sexual domination for a few minutes, pleasuring herself as she sits on Sally's angular features. She's cum a couple of times, and now feels restored and ready for more.
Carol has noticed that her beautiful gown is now ruined. She looks down at the shredded remains. She shrugs, the reaches down and grasps the torn hems. With one dramatic sweep she pulls hard at the gown, and it pulls apart. Carol casts the remains of the dress down in a dramatic style and stands upright, basking in the admiration of the shocked – and aroused - crowd. Carol’s wearing heels, hold-up stockings, some Chanel Number 5 – and a broad beaming smile. And nothing else.
Steph has been watching Carol the boss working the crowd. She’s in awe of the way in which Carol can control others by sheer force of sexuality. She steps closer to Carol, puts one hand around Carol’s neck, and indulges in a deep deep French kiss, drinking as much of Carol’s lusciousness as she can. As their tongues entwine, Steph is immediately thinking of the last time that two NFL teams played in London. Sally had been to Wembley Stadium to interview some of the teams and to watch them training in her usual role as sports correspondent for BBC Breakfast. As soon as Sally had clocked the size of the US football players – and that’s all sorts of size, given that she had managed to get into the players’ locker rooms – she was texting Carol and Steph at once. What unfolded that weekend was the type of cataclysmic sexual championship which Clara Bow was said to have achieved in the 1920’s – but never did. In Sally’s very large apartment in a quiet corner of a north London suburb, Sally, Carol and Steph took on around 30 prime professional US athletes. By the end of the weekend there were only three people still standing. And those three were the girls, each of them now gaping in all sorts of ways. Each of them was rocked at the size and ferocity with which they had been team-fucked. Each was now still finding dried-on cum in all sorts of places where they’d never found cum before. Each had never before touched the boundaries of their sexual appetites. Ten big footballers each, they now had an understanding of their limits. But they hadn’t reached those limits yet. Steph’s mind drifts for a moment at the memory – and she kisses Carol harder.
In the distance, Phil Schofield can be heard moaning as his cock swells even more at the sight of Steph and Carol’s clinch. He’s only brought back to his senses by the feeling of Holly’s middle finger – she has slid her hand down the back of his suit trousers – sliding up his arse and feeling for his prostate. Meanwhile, back in the clinch, Steph places her small right hand onto Carol’s considerable pussy and presses, feeling the wetness between Carol’s pussy lips.
Carol is watching Susanna over Steph’s shoulder as their kiss ends. Carol’s resolve to finish this – and to finish this in favour of her beloved BBC team – is immense.
Susanna’s not a shirker. She didn’t get to her position today by dodging challenges or by shirking hard work. She’s not going to stop now. In her mind, she’s won an NTA for breakfast television and she’s going to make absolutely sure that everybody knows that the win means that she’s in charge. Slowly she steps up, climbing off Sally’s face. Sally remains lifeless, but the stimulation in Susanna means that she feels restored and regenerated – itching for the fight. She’s now watching Steph and Carol’s outrageous love-in – and getting angry.
Carol feels fantastically alive. Steph’s wet kisses have stirred her hormones even more and her skin tingles with anticipation. She’s standing proud, her nipples proud and swollen. Susanna starts towards Carol and Carol is ready for the challenge. She raises her head slightly and steps towards Susanna, quickening her pace. The two celebrity catfight queens collide tit-to-tit, slamming into each other. Carol has a significant height advantage and she immediately begins to press that advantage. Both women step back and then slam together, generous breasts being pressed hard together. As Susanna withdraws a third time Carol takes the initiative. She grabs Susanna’s shoulders and pulls hard, slamming Susanna into into her with even more violence. She pushes Susanna away a little and then slams the two bodies together for a fourth time. The moment their bodies collide Carol pivots her shoulders and lassos Susanna’s head in a side headlock. Carol yanks viciously on Susanna’s head, stretching and straining the neck muscles. Carol pulls hard on the headlock and shifts her weight so Susanna’s face is pressed into the side of Carol's voluptuous rack. Susanna tries to shake her head, her face filled with creamy tit-flesh but she can’t escape. Carol pulls harder on Susanna’s neck, smiling and pulling harder. “Not much of a titfighter, are you Susy??” she taunts. “Sorry – what was that? I can’t hear you??”she continues, yanking on Susanna’s neck again. Pressing Susanna’s face ever-deeper into her capacious chest. “Better be careful when you play with the bigger girls, eh, little Susy.”
