Brawling Models
by
Catwriter
Ben had been a photographer for years, specializing in photo shoots for men's magazines. His current assignment was to provide ten photos of women cat-fighting for a story the magazine was running in their April edition.
It had not been difficult to recruit models. His girlfriend, Lia, an incredibly built dark-haired beauty, had participated in several previous pictorials and enjoyed the attention it brought. The other woman, Tiffany, worked at a competing ad agency. They knew of each other because people in the business were constantly comparing the two gorgeous women. When you saw one, you thought of the other. While shorter than the model norm, both women were in perfect proportion except for their breasts, which were considered large from the usual anemic model of today. Both were in their mid-twenties, bright, in great shape and enjoyed taking off their clothes in front of the camera.
According to the story specs, two female acquaintances were left with the party host after other guests had left. An argument ensues as to who will sleep with whom and a brawl erupts between the two women.
Ben had already photographed both women in the pre-fight poses. It had been a pool party and both women wore tiny bikinis. He had them standing face to face, angrily pointing at one another. Also, he had completed the photographs of the women slapping one another. His third photo was of the women in the bedroom angrily glaring at each other as they prepared to leave.
His next photos would all be shot in the bedroom. He hoped to get some unique angles, which would satisfy the most demanding of cat-fight fans, thus ensuring future assignments. The models arrived at different times and disappeared into the bedroom to don their bikinis. Several moments later they came out to the living room looking absolutely fantastic. While their faces were distinctly beautiful, their bodies were quite alike. Both were finely honed from daily workouts and their breasts were quite full, moving jauntily beneath their bikini tops. They returned to the bedroom and Ben explained that he would be lying on the bed with the women kneeling on either side of him. They quickly assumed their positions and seemed strangely anxious to begin. From this angle, Ben's camera view had an incredibly close look at the breasts, which were about a foot above camera level. All was in readiness, as the girls assumed their kneeling positions on either side, breasts resplendent and barely contained.
Gina, barely wearing a black bikini kneeled to Ben's right and began rubbing his inner thigh. Tiffany, in a yellow bikini, rubbed lightly on Ben's chest. Appropriately, they stared hard at one another. Ben was catching some great shots, angry women, kneeling above their man. The women's breasts were so large, they threatened to take up the whole picture and Ben struggled to capture the intense stares so important to the shoot.
And so it began.
Both women were up for the shoot and had a healthy competitive spirit. Their careers were at an equal level and both were poised for the next step. Each intended to give this shoot all they could to forward their incipient careers. Gina reached forward and pushed at Tiffany. Tif pushed back and they grasped hands. Ben couldn't really believe the sensations he was feeling. Two incredibly gorgeous women hand and arm wrestling within two feet and he had a camera ready to capture the event. Although not a catfight fan, he quickly began to appreciate the incredible sexual overtones of the genre as the initial gentle pushing began to escalate. Gina and Tiffany were really getting into it now.
Evenly matched in strength, their arms began whirling about. They both smiled slightly, teeth gritted and tried to topple each other. Ben was thankful for the high-speed film because the bed began rocking with the grappling females warming to their task.
The women's chests got closer and closer to one another as they strained forward in their efforts to topple the other. Ben noticed their nipples becoming more prominent as the latent sexuality of the struggle became apparent. These women were genuinely enjoying this and he began to appreciate the competitiveness of the female spirit.
The women were thinking along similar lines. Here they were, working and getting a chance to vicariously defeat a rival and claim her man. The acting classes were paying off. But they were beginning to seriously annoy each other. They had both considered themselves to be in better shape and when they realized their strength was close to equal; it spurred them on to fight just a bit harder.
"This is great, these gals are really into this shoot", thought Ben. The women arched toward one another causing their bikini tops to come into contact, occasionally just barely touching, at others jamming forward and threatening to spill their contents. The pictures were sensational. Never had breasts in conflict been photographed from this particular angle. The magazine was sure to make money off of this effort.
After several moments of strenuous arm wrestling, the women had angered one another to the point where Ben figured he'd be providing genuine catfight photos. And he was right on.
Gina, whose expression had changed from a smirk to downright, anger reached forward and ripped Tiffany's bikini tops off her body. Ben was amazed as the mammoth breasts swung free and bobbled and swayed, always in direct counterpoint to her body movement. Tiffany was pissed. RetaGinating quickly, she grabbed a handful of Gina's right breast and squeezed and pulled until her bikini top rested, in a confused fashion, on Ben's forehead. Ben was about to go crazy. This photo shoot was about to turn into the real deal. The stunning women, breasts tantalizingly close, rose up on their knees and placed hands on hips. There were no smiles now. This was to be, in fact, a catfight contest, may the best model win. Having a man between them escalated their desire and they moved slightly forward bringing their warm nipples into contact. Both women were close to exploding with anger, but each had a certain sense of self-control as they lightly rubbed their nipples together. Their nipples grew even more as they became stimulated and took on a life of their own. Lightly pressing directly into the rival nipples, they would gain tension until Gina or Tif would move slightly and they would spring forward, thrusting at the others brown nipple ring. Then, the women would lean into one another feeling the hard sword-like protuberance press against her. This went on for several moments and Ben could feel the tension. He barely remembered to keep shooting pictures as the battle continued to escalate.
The women began swinging their breasts from side to side and Ben couldn't believe the slapping sounds they made. Gina leaned down left and swung up right. Her left breast made firm contact with Tif's right breast, swinging wildly from the opposite direction. When the breasts slapped together they formed a mashed batch of breast flesh and quickly resumed their shape as they slid past one another and continued to swing wildly.
It appeared the preliminary was over as Gina reached down and grasped Tiffany's crotch and pulled the hair beneath the bikini. Tif retaGinated by slapping Gina in the right breast and spanking her ass with the other hand. Gina slapped back and they were finally into it, slapping at arms and faces and ass cheeks. Breasts bounced crazily and lazily across their chests, bumping together and crushing into each other. Gina finally grabbed Tif's hair with both hands and pushed her back. Tif, fighting back, got a firm grip on Gina's hair and they wriggled wildly, each trying to topple the other.
Finally, their frantic efforts toppled them directly away from Ben's camera toward his legs. Their firm hairgrips prevented either from rising. Their breasts were crushing into Ben's lower legs, moving violently as the battlers warmed to the task. Cries of "Bitch, cxnt" rent the air as the fight was all in now. Holding firmly to her opponent's hair with her lower arm, the other arm began slapping wildly. Red marks appeared on torsos and breasts as the battlers let fly. Then, they were again in the kneeling position, but only for a second as Tif launched herself at Gina toppling the duo from the bed to the floor where their efforts intensified. Crushed together, they rolled furiously trying to get the top position. But this was not to be. Equally matched in every way, they continued to roll and slap and pull hair.
Ben scrambled off the bed and positioned himself in a corner where he could continue photographing the action. And the action was getting intense. Rolling from bed to wall and back again, the battling models did their best to pull each other's hair out. Breasts were jammed together and getting redder as the violent twisting and rubbing continued. Gina, from the top position, slapped Tiffany hard, stunning her for just a second. Both women took this opportunity to release their powerful grips and get to their feet. They stood only a foot apart, leaning forward and gasped for air. It proved to be a short rest as Gina resumed hostilities by leaping at Tiffany. Tif was ready, however, and four mammoth breasts banged together as the battlers wrapped their arms around one another trying to throw each other to the bed. They lurched crazily about the small room, finally toppling to the bed and rolling until their upper torsos hung over the bed on the floor while their legs and hips were still on the bed. Unable to roll, each had a handful of hair and breast. Legs were lashing at one another furiously. From his angle, Ben could only see the leg lashing and he moved for a better shot. He watched in amazement as the girls inflicted incredible punishment upon each other, squeezing breasts and pinching at nipples legs finally locking tight in a vise like grip, pussies rubbing against one another. Their free breast hung downward, nipples rubbing against the rug. Sweat was running freely between their breasts and their foreheads slid against one another as each amazon used every part of her anatomy to topple the other.
Finally, their lower torsos, contorting violently, crashed to the floor and after a quick double roll, both women slapped each other hard and separated.
Ben had all the photos he would ever need and suggested that they all call it a day.
"I'm not finished with this fucking bitch, yet", screamed Gina.
Tiffany screamed, "Fuck you" and wracked Gina's face with the fiercest slap of the fight. Now the vixens began hitting and slapping. Loud grunts could be heard as a fist connected with a breast or arm. They fought hard, gaining and losing ground, looking like prizefighters. With their arms tiring, the women crashed together again, leaning hard into each other, flattening their breasts, squeezing vast amounts of tit flesh to either side of the warriors. Their movements gradually became slower but the anger was still there. Grunting and moaning they tried to slam each other into the wall. Gina finally pushed Tif into the wall and held her there. She began grinding her painful breasts into Tif's bounteous globes. Tif pushed her torso back with equal vigor and they again had an incredibly angry breast battle. Bouncing and banging and flattening into one another, creating contour shapes which had his dick in a frenzy. Then Tiffany kneed Gina in the thigh, knocking her back. Following up, she rushed forward and caught Gina with a wild right, knocking her onto the bed. Gina was out cold.
Tiffany, held her arms over her head, beautifully full breasts rolling slightly, and smiled at Ben. Noticing a slight tilt in the kilt, she approached him and began rubbing his cock beneath his pants.
"Did you get the photos you wanted, darling?” she rasped.
"More than I'll ever need, thanks to you two." said Ben. "Since I'm the last one standing, is there any prize for the winner?" Tif suggested.
Ben, smiling, removed his clothing quickly and sat on the edge of the bed, his cock rock-hard. Tiffany lay her breasts over his crotch and began lightly brushing her nipples over him. Then she leaned down and engulfed his rigid cock with her mouth. Using her tongue expertly to lick and suck, Ben was suddenly coming like he never had before. She licked him dry and then they lay side by side as he kissed her breasts and tummy and inner thighs.
He finally lavished her sweet spot with his tongue and sucked her clitoris until she was whimpering and moaning. He suddenly felt hot lips engulf his cock. Gina had awakened and wanted to join the fun. Tiffany was unaware of Gina's awakening and looked oddly at Ben as he moaned lowly in his throat. Tiffany sat up and saw the black hair of her rival engulfing Ben's crotch. She grabbed Gina's hair and tugged hard. Gina moved quickly, falling onto Tiffany and the two hellcats resumed their battle. Ben rolled off the bed to escape the incredible female fury. Somewhat rested, the beauties began battling even harder than before. The fighting was close in, locked together up and down their bodies, rolling and squeezing and slapping each other's ass. Their violence, however, was becoming secondary to the fact that both women were incredibly horny, each having had a taste of dick. Their faces pressed together at the cheek, began turning toward each other. They lightly licked each other's lips while continuing to maintain a firm grip on the other's hair. Then they were kissing, lightly at first so as to savor the event. And gradually, tongues were swirling deep inside each other';s mouths. Licking and sucking they became frenzied. Gina was on top and she jammed her pussy into Tiffany who jammed back just as hard. They still held each other';s hair with one hand while the other explored the fullness and suppleness of the others huge breast, occasionally indulging in a quick but painful nipple pinch. They rubbed and tweaked and cupped and coddled one another until their breath was coming in harsh gasps. Joined like Siamese twins at the groin, they twisted and moved and ground together. Ben, standing behind the women knelt over the battling duo and managed to position himself so that he could lick both engorged cxnts. This added stimulation proved too much for the fighting femmes and they bucked hard into each other as they came. They continued to rub lightly together, Gina rolling to her side. Ben crawled between the antagonists and pulled up the covers.
"Great shoot, ladies,” said Ben. He knew these photos would be the hottest ever seen by his publisher.
"I'm afraid that when my boss sees these photos, he's going to beg for more".
"Fine with me", said Gina. "I'd love to tangle with Tiffany again."
"Only if we can all make love after the cat-fight" Gina said conditionally, as she pressed a bruised breast into Tiffany, who pushed back in mock anger.
The three smiles constituted a contract.
