Last night my lifelong fantasy came true. For years my wife has indulged my passion for naturally well-endowed w  omen. The idea of two bosomy women in a breast-to-breast confrontation simply thrills me. Whose breasts are the  biggest, firmest, whose nipples are the best, whose breasts would be flattened or enveloped in a breast fight – this is  the stuff of which my fantasies are made. 

Angie, my bride of nearly 10 years, is really stacked, to employ a vintage description for a full 36D. Although she  has just turned 35, my busty redhead looks grand: 5 foot 5 inches of feminine voluptuousness. She has always been  proud of her rack, particularly her breasts, and finds my passion for them highly erotic. Over the years she has  catered to my fantasy by verbalizing herself in breast fights with full-breasted women that come into our little life’s  circle. In her stories, Angie is the winner and understands that her fantasized victories really turn me on. I love  having a wife with the best breasts in the room. 

In our friendship clique, there are a number of busty babes. Each of them has been sized up (scrupulously observed  in varying degrees of revealing outfits) by Angie and myself and my bride comes out on top. 

About six months ago a new couple worked their way into our group. Kate and Buddy are an attractive couple,  recent transplants from the east coast. There is nothing particularly remarkable about the two of them except – you  know already – Kate is very well-endowed. For the first time, there is a woman in our midst who rivals my lovely  Angie. Almost immediately, Kate became part of our breast fight storytelling ritual, and our sexual sessions soon  reached new heights of passioned frenzy. 

On the real life scene, Angie began emphasizing her assets whenever we knew that Kate and Buddy would be on hand at any social event. For example, Angie bought the most auspiciously provocative evening gown for the  annual Easter Charity Ball. However, Angie’s dramatically plunging neckline created no greater scandal than did  Kate’s see-through taffeta dress. Despite a myriad of sequins, I (all of us) could see the fullness, the roundness, the  grandness of Kate’s lushness. And despite strategically placed fabric, large areolas provided a glimpse and a rush if  one paid close enough attention (and most us boys certainly did). 

At the May Day Picnic, Angie selected a braless, sheer, scarlet halter-top that showed everyone about not  only breast size and shape, but the state of her nearly constantly (on this given day) erect nipples. She really has a  pair of magnificent stiffies. But Kate showed up in a Daisy Mae outfit that would have shocked even Li’l Abner.  Her tight, tight, tattered jeans shorts revealed a breathtakingly sexy ass atop those perfectly sculptured legs.  However, it was the polka dot blouse, shirttails cinched tight at mid drift, buttons unbuttoned, that kept all eyes at  attention. Several times throughout the afternoon, Kate would (accidentally?) bend over and reveal the full wonder  of her beauties in all their naked glory. The men were thrilled, the ladies were indignant, and Angie was livid. For  the first time my wife had a real contender for her uncrowned, unstated, but heretofore unquestioned title of Best  Breasts in the Clan. Our sexual foreplay soon became storytelling of a more violent nature, with Angie practically  beating Kate senseless in the fantasized breasts duels. 

At the Fourth of July Beach Party the fantasy nearly became fact. Angie pulled out all the stops and bought a sheer  bikini with a thong bottom and little patches that barely covered her areolas. The burgundy color was divine with  her red hair, violet eyes, and creamy, white skin. We have no children (unlike the other couples in our group), and  to be so physically perfect at 35 is simply (in the minds of most women) unfair. Of course, the bikini put absolutely  everything on display. There would be no question left unanswered. Exactly what Angie had would forever more be  common knowledge to anyone at the beach that day. Even I was a little shocked at the utterly revealing nature of  this blatant attempt to put any doubts to rest: Angie wanted to leave no doubt that she was still the Queen. 

When we arrived at the beach, most of our friends had already arrived. Angie timed it all in order to make the grand  entrance. At the car she slipped off her muumuu and stuffed it in the beach bag. I gazed with wonder for the  millionth time at her beautiful body. She may as well have been nude for all the coverage she got from the mini bikini. I smiled and Angie threw back her shoulders, thrusting her magnificent breasts up and out for all the world  to see. Never before had Angie worn anything half so daring in front of friends – in front of anybody for that matter  (present company excepted). I found the exhibitionism sexually thrilling, yet slightly unsettling. I was as giddy as a 

teenager about to cop his first feel. All of our friends were going to be gazing at my wife who was, for all intents  and purposes, nude. 

Off we trucked to the shoreline, Angie jiggling wonderfully with her confident, bouncy stride. As we approached  our group at the far end of the beach, all eyes were not focusing on our well-planned late entrance. They were  intently watching a Frisbee being tossed between two players. When we were within 50 yards of the gang, we could  see that the Frisbee players were none other than Kate and Buddy. And while the two were not extraordinary at the  game by any stretch of the imagination, Kate’s physicality held everyone’s rapt attention. Her long, black hair was  being flung every which way as she ran, turned, leapt, dove and screamed delightfully in her efforts to catch the  plastic saucer. Although she could not throw very well, the grace and beauty of her catches was a thing of awe.  Well, she didn’t catch all that many either, but the very act of trying to catch the damn thing was mesmerizing. Her  body was spellbinding. 

Kate wore an itty, bitty, teeny, weeny, yellow polka dot bikini (yes, just like in the song) that was astounding. The  top of this wild bikini was more like a yellow, polka dot belt, about 3 inches wide and tied in a bow at the back. The  3 inches were apparently enough to cover her nipples, but not much else. As I continued walking toward her, mouth  agape and eyes transfixed, I could just make out her chocolate brown areolas, above and below the yellow polka dot  belt – top – whatever it was, it was fine. No less fantastic was the tightness of the belt around her breasts. It was  cinched to the point where her mammary flesh bulged out the bottom of the belt and practically exploded out the  top – compressed breast flesh everywhere – and gobs of it! With her raven hair, naturally dark and deeply tanned  skin, the contrast with the ultra bright white and yellow bikini (or whatever you’d call it) was indeed remarkable. I  just kept plodding along in the sand, marching to get closer to Kate, not really thinking, just staring and  appreciating – being stupid, really. 

Suddenly Angie ran straight past me at a full gallop, streaking directly for Kate. It occurred to me that Angie was  angry, jealous, or just damned pissed off about having her thunder stolen by this bold and buxom interloper. But  that didn’t make any sense. Angie was reasonably level-headed – besides, she wouldn’t make an ass of herself in  front of the whole gang by attacking Kate. What was she up to? 

Just as Angie reached Kate from a side angle, she put on a short burst of speed and snatched the Frisbee in midair.  After a few athletic strides, she stopped and hooted to me, “Keep away, darling. Don’t let Buddy get it.” And with a  wicked whip, Angie sent the disc spiralling my way. 

Delighted at her antics, I whooped and hollered and made a bee-line for the flying Frisbee. I leapt and snared it  behind my back, touched earth, spun and heaved it out to sea, but in an arc that it would bring it back within close  proximity to my rambunctious wife (we are very good Frisbee players). 

Angie yelped with glee and sprinted toward the ocean, pulling up just short of the encroaching water slithering up  the sand, the last remains of spent waves. She let the Frisbee drift back into her waiting hands, then turned toward  me. Kate had taken off after her, but still had a good 20 yards to close the gap. Angie smiled her big ear-to-ear  dazzler, then heaved the Frisbee from a low center of gravity. The plastic sphere shot directly toward Kate at a  frightful speed. Alarmed, Kate screamed and stopped in her tracks, crouching with her hands and arms over her  head. But the Frisbee, sent low and hard, was still well under Angie’s control. The updraft hit about 10 yards in  front of Kate, sending the disc rocketing skyward until it reached its zenith, then began the downward, backward  journey to Angie, who caught what she had thrown, then relaunched it with a perfect strike to me, some 30 yards  away. 

Buddy had figured out the ploy as well as the abilities of his competition. Rather than chasing the elusive disc, he  knew the disc would come to me – and that is where he should be to make the intercept. But I was quick and sent  the saucer back to Angie fast and spot on. Strike two. She took off down the wet strip on the shoreline waving the  Frisbee up in the air with Kate in hot pursuit.

Buddy and I were laughing and exhorting our wives to carry on the game. We watched with the eyes and loins of  men in lust and love with their women. It crossed my mind that every man on the beach would surely by at full  mast by now, but nothing to be done about that. There was a real female confrontation at hand: Two beautiful,  buxom women in a contest of physical attributes and ability. May the Goddess be blessed. 

Angie, out in front, sprinting with her long red hair flowing behind her, was a picture of feminine power and  beauty. She was about 50 yards away from me now, seemingly nude at this distance, her big, full breasts undulating  up and down, out and in, side to side with the graceful rhythm of her quick, gorgeous strides. Her alabaster skin  (each square inch carefully covered with power 30 sun block by yours truly early that morning), shown bright and  beautiful against the sparkling sand and shimmering sea. 

Fifty feet back, pursuing Angie like a black jungle cat, raced the fabulous Kate, matching her prey stride for stride,  silky, long, jet-black hair streaming behind, olive skin bronzed by the sun in stark contrast to the pale sand, the  white foam of the breaking waves, and my porcelain-skinned Angie . From where Buddy and I stood, Kate’s little  bikini panties were also invisible, but the three inch bright polka dot band strapped around her bosom and back  were still apparent to the eye. From our side angle, Kate’s breast flesh seemed to be gushing everywhere at once.  Her momentous cleavage was surging up to her chin, a strangely sensuous thing to observe, but I longed to free her  from that constraining material and let her breasts roam free. I found myself trying to imagine how big her breasts  really were and to compare the size and shape with my wife’s unrestrained beauties. 

The remarkable Kate seemed to be closing the distance to Angie (surprising, since my bride is quite the athletic  type). I sprinted toward the girls in an attempt to get close enough for a throw from Angie to reach me, Buddy in  hot pursuit. Over her shoulder, Angie could see me closing in. She slowed enough to turn and throw, but before she  could release the Frisbee, Kate dove the remaining yards, and tackled Angie at mid body. The half thrown Frisbee  fluttered and arched toward the open sea. The women struggled together in the sand for a moment, disentangled,  jump to their feet, and dashed in hot pursuit of the object of the game, now floating just beyond the breakers. I too  changed course, with Buddy not more than 5 yards behind me. We all hit the water at about the same time and  distance from the Frisbee. I am a very good swimmer, very comfortable in the sea, having spent my first 10 years  after puberty in profound search of the perfect wave. I dove under the first breaker, then hit the surface churning.  With a dozen powerful strokes, I reached the Frisbee ahead of the rest and crowing, stood and waved it above my  head. The water was only waist deep. Buddy was swimming frantically and would be on me in a moment. I glanced  at the women and saw that Angie was a couple body lengths in front of Kate. I whistled my shrillest whistle and  threw the Frisbee so that it landed within a stroke of my bride. Buddy saw, stopped swimming and found the  bottom with his feet, standing within 2 yards of me. 

Angie grabbed the Frisbee and stood holding the disc above her head. However, at her full height, the water was still neck deep. Kate never missed a stroke and just plowed right into Angie, knocking her off balance and  simultaneously dragging her down into the water. Angie did not let go of the Frisbee, and resurfaced fighting for  her footing, disc still thrust skyward. Kate surfaced and stood face to face with Angie. They were inches apart,  really chest to chest, but the damn seawater was covering the important bits. Kate leapt up and tried to snatch the  Frisbee from Angie’s upstretched grasp. I gasped from the sheer majesty of what my eyes beheld. During the all out  freestyle race to the Frisbee, Kate’s bikini top had given up the cause. When Kate broke the surface her breasts  were free as the day she was born. They were beautiful. 

My eyes took as much in as possible, before Angie jumped in an effort to increase the height of the Frisbee and  keep it above Kate’s grasping reach. For just a moment, both of these unbelievably gorgeous women were chest to  chest, breasts to breasts, straining for the Frisbee, oblivious of their staggeringly breathtaking breast confrontation.  The sea sirens came together, big breasts smashing straight-on into big breasts, and suddenly the bevy of breasts  before my eyes once again submerged, as our bountiful wives crashed back into the water. 

Try as I might to freeze-frame the breast duel in my mind, a winner could not be determined. It all happened too  fast, and I longed for a replay with stop action control. Kate’s breasts were sumptuous, big and full and round. But  so were Angie’s. When they smashed together at the height of their jump, breasts disappeared into breasts – but 

whose were bigger, firmer, whose had given way? I could not be sure! This much was certain. It was very close and  I simply had to know. 

While Angie had managed to keep hold of the Frisbee, the battle had become a splashing frenzy of arms and legs.  The women were struggling for the Frisbee, but could not regain their footing in order to leap and give us another  heart-stopping show. In a flash I formed a plan to right this terrible wrong. I dove the four feet to the seabed and  swam as a madman underwater towards the women. I recognized my wife’s buns (those thongs are delicious) and  without hesitation stuck my head between her thrashing legs. I came up between her thighs and pulled them tight to  my shoulders. Then with a heave, I stood up, Angie using her leg and stomach muscles to stay onboard. Suddenly  we were out of the water, I from my stomach up, and Angie completely exposed. I sputtered, glanced up and saw  my beautiful bride’s breasts above my head. She was still waving the never submitted Frisbee above newly  constructed husband and wife tower, and her breasts were jutting out, voluptuous, firm, and NUDE. The little patch  top had gone the way of Kate’s breast belt. I roared my approval at the magic of everything that was happening. 

Angie noticed her complete toplessness but showed only pure delight. She was laughing and yippeeayyaying with  glee. 

Kate was on me in a flash, leaping out of the water, trying to scale our human tower head-on. In a moment her  breasts were in my face, and I succumbed to debauchery. I gazed with all my might at the fullness of her  magnificent mammaries and tried to imagine, to comprehend whose breasts were bigger, my Angie’s or Kate’s. I  couldn’t tell without seeing them breast-to-breast. I narrowed my focus to Kate’s nipples. I had already ascertained  that Kate had the bragging rights when it came to areola size. Kate’s big dark ones were much bigger than Angie’s  pink ones. But nipples held considerably more significance for me. I scrutinized Kate’s lovelies, now only inches  from my eyes. Kate’s nipples were full and erect. They were as big as they were sexy. But were they bigger or  firmer than Angie’s stiffened nipples? It was close. I had to know and conspired to do so at once. I opened my  mouth and took Kate’s left breast in. I took a big mouthful, areola and all. My tongue sought the answer. Kate’s  nipples were incredible, but I knew at once, it was too close to call. I needed a nipple to nipple duel. 

I extracted my mouth from its glory and glanced up at Kate who was quickly scrambling to the top of the pile,  apparently unaware or unoffended at my liberties. I so wanted her to go breast to breast with Angie. I quickly  realized that if Kate could scale Angie’s body without me capsizing, I would be able to see their breasts come  

together and compare from my very advantageous bottom view. But the whole scenario had been brought about my  new best friend (the Frisbee), and the women’s struggle to maintain/gain possession of this little circular piece of  plastic was about to cause me to topple. I fought with the furry of a maniac to hold my footing, eye riveted to the  bulging breasts above me, now within a foot of a front to front duel. But I was loosing it and realized with despair  that in a moment we would all be back thrashing in the water. 

Suddenly, Buddy emerged from below, rising face on to me until we were eye to eye. He’d grasped Kate’s thighs  and pinned them around his shoulders. Kate immediately understood what had happened and grapevined her shins  under Buddy’s arms and clamped them to his back. Her throne was secure. Angie had already locked herself on to  

my shoulders, her throne also secure. Buddy and I were face to face. That meant Angie and Kate were face to face – and that equated to breast to breast – and all breasts in this contest were big and nude. I smiled and saw Buddy  smile back. We both understood what was about to transpire.

Buddy and I gazed in wonder at the breast battle occurring just above us. The women were struggling with the  Frisbee held above their heads. Kate had managed to get a hand on it and was trying to wrench it away from  Angie’s grasp. As the battle raged above both women’s heads, the breast battle was reaching full pitch above their  husband’s heads. Their breasts were ramming and butting and rubbing together with surprising ferocity. The site  was a veritable miracle to behold. Stupefyingly beautiful breast flesh (and lots of it) meeting and competing for  position and space, banging and bumping for pride and glory (mine anyway). The women were grunting and  groaning, screaming and yelling for possession of the Frisbee. Buddy and I were literally cheering for our wives,  caring nothing about that silly plastic disc. We were all making quite a ruckus. 

At one point, Angie arched her back as she pulled the Frisbee up and behind her. The girls were breast-to-breast,  point-to-point at this moment, and I watched spellbound as Kate’s breasts flattened and engulfed my poor Angie’s  breasts. I had never imagined how it would look or feel if Angie lost the breast fight, but the truth is I was  crestfallen that she was beaten. I felt my eyes actually well with tears as Angie’s breasts disappeared into Kate’s  victorious beauties. At that moment, Kate screamed, “Give it to me, you bitch!” and heaved a mighty heave, pulling  the Frisbee and my Angie back in the opposite direction. To my utter amazement and joy, Kate’s burst of strength  also changed the situation in the breast fight. With profound pride, I stared in ecstasy as the women’s breasts  matched up at midway, then screamed my approval as Angie’s big beauties compressed and flattened Kate’s big  breasts. Now with Kate stretched back and Angie leaning forward, Angie’s breasts had completely enveloped  Kate’s breasts. 

Such a rush I have never felt. I began to wallow in Angie’s victory, screaming, “Beat her, sweetie, beat her!” 

Buddy suddenly bellowed, “Beat her breasts, baby. Don’t let her flatten you out like that.” His shocking words  could have been mine, but they were his. The words struck like lightening and all was suddenly quiet. The women  ceased to struggle. Hands still fighting for possession of the Frisbee ceased to fight. Kate and Angie both looked  down for the first time and saw that their breasts were (from our point of view) locked in a struggle for supremacy.  Simultaneously, both women dropped the Frisbee and violently shoved at each other’s breasts. Buddy and I fell  back a step or two, our wives still securely mounted on our shoulders. 

“I hear you, darling. Let’s get her!” Kate was screeching at Buddy. She quickly placed her hands behind her back  and thrust out her breasts for all they were worth. And, dear reader, they were absolutely amazing – perfect in every  detail – and big and firm, very big and firm. Her nipples protruded at least ¾” out and looked as brown and hard as  a piece of a giant Tootsieroll. “Ram her, Buddy! Ram her hard – NOW!” screamed Kate with a wicked sneer on her  face. 

Angie responded in kind. She thrust out her big, beautiful breasts and shook them at Kate. Angie locked her hands  behind her back and said loudly and confidently, “Let’s do it baby! Ram her for all your worth and my breasts will  do the rest!” Somewhere beyond I could hear the sound of the sea pounding on the shore. There were yells coming  from the beach. Somebody was calling my name, Angie’s name. I heard someone scream, “Look out!” but my mind  

was intensely riveted on the contest about to take place. Angie was going to go breast to breast with the incredible  Kate. I wanted my wife to win, and I willed myself to charge forward with all the strength and power within my  body and soul. 

I took a deep breath, bent slightly forward, and charged for all my worth. Buddy launched his effort and precisely  the same moment. So intent was I on assisting in Angie’s victory, I found myself dumb struck when the force hit  me. There was a thundering roar and Angie and I careened ass over teakettle, so powerful was the contact with our  foes. We were underwater, being tossed about like Raggedy Ann dolls, when Angie was literally ripped from my  shoulders. I grabbed for her, but clinched only water. I could not fight my way to the surface because I had not idea  which was up. My surfing background taught me to relax and go with the flow when in trouble at sea. 

After a few seconds, I popped to the surface like a cork. Suddenly the bottom was under me again, and I stood,  shaking my head to clear my senses. A quick perusal of my situation told the story. We had been hit by a rogue  shore break – not unusual at this beach, but very unusual for this time of year. It must have been a 10 footer 

breaking with 20 yards of the shore, in shallow water, creating an explosion of noise and power that overwhelmed  the four of us. On the shore, I saw Angie, Kate, and Buddy struggling to crawl away from the next breaker, big by  most standards, but small compared to the thunder buster that had wiped us out. The rest of our friends were wading  into the surf, attempting to help the stricken swimmers. 

I felt the next swell approaching. A quick glance told me that this one would peel from left to right. If I hurried I  could catch the peak. Hard kicking and stroking took me to the position I wanted, and the breaking peak picked me  up and threw me down the face of the wave. I arched my back, held my head up, pulled by arms behind me, and  dipped my right shoulder. My body was projected 3 feet out of the face of the wave and my shoulder tuck created a  dramatic right hand turn. I body surfed this perfect wave making two cutbacks and a great bottom turn to line me up  for the perfect shore deposit. At the last possible second, I tucked and rolled, flipping to a standing shore landing,  directly at the spot where Angie, Kate, and Buddy were struggling to get in, away from the magnetic pull of the  undertow. 

I scooped Angie up in my arms and sprinted to dry sand. I set her down and ran back for Kate. Up into my arms she  went, clinging to me, arms wrapped around my neck. I hotfooted up to Angie and set Kate next to her. I turned to  go after Buddy, but our friends were pulling him out and I was not needed. I coughed a time or two, straightened up  and pulled my hair flat and tight against the top of my head. I couldn’t wait to see Angie and Kate sitting topless  together on the beach. I could really give them the old eyeball measurement now. But more friends had already  given these awesome women – Buddy and I called wives – towels in which to wrap their lovely bodies. There were  no breasts to see; only smiling faces thanking me for the aid. I felt strangely euphoric and completely drained at the  same time. What a day! 

I ran off to retrieve our beach bag, which had been unceremoniously dumped when the Frisbee shenanigans began.  When I returned with the bag, I found Buddy on his hands and knees, gagging and belching up seawater. He had  apparently swallowed several gallons of the Pacific Ocean, and Kate was teasing him about being too soft to play  with the big kids. Buddy was not amused. 

I reached into the beach bag and handed Angie her muumuu. Still sitting, she slipped it over her head, stood up and  pulled the towel that had been wrapped around her out from bottom. I dug back into the beach bag and came out  with my XXL San Francisco 49ers t-shirt. I stepped over to where Kate was still sitting and handed my shirt to her.  “Well, aren’t you the gentleman, you sweet thing,” Kate purred. She flashed me a luminous smile (white teeth and  dark skin create a real sparkle in a grin) and bounded to her feet. She was staring a hole through me with gleaming  eyes, and caught me off-guard when she dropped her towel and reached out for the shirt. I understood at once that I  had been low-balled. Resist as I might, the temptation to drop my eyes for another good look at her amazing breasts  was too powerful. I blushed and looked. Kate took the shirt from me, then said, “My, my, you are a real breast man,  aren’t you? Like what you see, darling?” 

I had been coyly snookered. What could I say? I was practically drooling. “They’re beautiful – you’re beautiful – hell, life’s beautiful,” I was practically giddy. Kate chuckled seductively (such a thing is possible – think Tallulah  Bankhead).

“Well, I certainly like what I see,” Kate said matter-of-factly. She eyed me up and down as though she were  ravenous and stopped to ponder my crotch. The swelling (which had begun with dropping of the towel) accelerated.  Kate licked her lips. 

“You are quite the hunkola, aren’t you?” Kate said, casually slipping my 49er t-shirt on. It never looked better. “I  mean the way you body surfed to shore, landing like some superhero, dashing to the damsels in distress, sweeping  us up in your powerful arms to whisk us to safety. I practically swooned.” 

“I beg your pardon, Kate. Are you flirting with my husband?” Angie had had enough of this very public display of  lust for her husband. She now stood next to Kate, hands on hips, a bit of a sneer on her face. 

“Absolutely, sweet cheeks,” was Kate’s casual reply. She never took her eyes of my trunks which were now full of  a lot more than good will. 

In a flash, Angie grabbed Kate’s arm and spun her till both women stood face to face. Kate shook her arm free of  Angie’s grasp, and said in a measured tone, “Keep your hands of me. When a great looking guy has the balls to  tongue my nipple, a little flirting seems a mild response.” The rage in my hard-on diminished significantly on the  spot. 

“What the fuck are you talking about, bitch!” Angie was spitting mad. 

“During our little game of chicken, Pedro (my name is Peter, but Kate had chosen to call me the Spanish version  from the first time we met) felt compelled to take a taste…a good, proper taste. It was as if he were measuring me,  so focused was his tongue work. I was surprised, but stimulated nonetheless. Breast men. You know the problem.  These breasts are like magnets.” Kate moved her hands over the t-shirt and lifted her breasts, pointing them directly  at Angie. 

Angie was now fuming. She grabbed her own breasts from the outside of her muumuu, lifted them up and pointed  them directly at Kate. “Well, my man already has his own set of magnets to keep him thoroughly content. So back  off, Kate, before you embarrass yourself.” 

“Nothing you’ve got is going to embarrass me, babe. You back off before you get humiliated.” Kate punctuated her  statement by breast butting Angie, who was knocked back a couple of steps. Both women were still holding on to  their breasts. Angie caught her balance and launched herself forward. Kate did the same. They came together in mid  air with shocking force, but neither woman gained an appreciable advantage. Both set to relaunch, weapons held  high, when suddenly Buddy stepped up aggressively and manhandled Kate away from the building turmoil. 

“What the hell are you doing, Kate?” Buddy said through gritted teeth. Kate was struggling to free herself from her  husband’s grasp. 

“Let go of me, fucker, and I’ll show you,” Kate yelled and made a lunge for Angie, not the thing to do when your  arms are pinned to the side of your body. Unimpeded, Angie lashed out and struck a loud, open hand slap on  Kate’s cheek. 

“Grab your wife, goddamnit, Peter. Help me get this under control,” Buddy shouted, his voice full of exasperation.  Angie was perfectly willing to inflict another face cracker on her nemesis, not bothered in the least that Kate was  virtually defenceless. Why oh why would I want to bring this conflict under control. 

Nevertheless, I rose to the occasion, throwing my arm around Angie, and half walking, half carrying, moved her  away from Kate and Buddy. “Come on, my darling,” I said attempting a calming presentation. “Let’s walk away  from this together. This is supposed to be a beach party, a celebration of Independence Day. All our friends are  here, their children, the festivities are barely underway, and we don’t want to go and spoil it for everyone else, do  we?” I tried hard to sound convincing, but Angie knows me too well.

“Right, stud. You don’t want me to fight this woman here and now, in front of all our friends. You don’t want me to  strip her, pin her to the ground, my breasts smashing her breasts flat; you don’t want me to make her beg to be  forgiven for such impertinence; to make her shout that I am the better woman; to make her cry out loud for all to  hear that my breasts and bigger and better than hers. You want me to walk away and be a nice, civilized yuppie, a  delicate female flower, non-aggressive, non-confrontational. And right after that, you want me to have a  major breast reduction. Right! To whom do you speak, oh, ‘real breast man’ ‘I almost swooned.’” Angie was  mimicking Kate’s words with a real flare for show-womanship. She continued her diatribe: “And what the hell is  that flabby titted bitch talking about – you measuring her nipple with your tongue. What the fuck is that?” As I said,  I was half carrying Angie – she was not at all happy about being dragged away from my dream breast fight. Nor  was I. Not in the least. 

I glanced over my shoulder and saw that Kate was still struggling to pull away from Buddy and their heated  argument had not cooled one iota. But I had my own problems. Tonguing another man’s wife’s nipple in public is  difficult to explain let alone defend. 

“Come on, darling,” I soothed. “We were all caught up in the heat of the action. Suddenly one of her breasts was in  my face, then the next thing I knew it was in my mouth.” Jesus, what an idiot I am. Nobody would buy that story,  least of all my bride. Nipple tonguing is about my favorite thing on earth. “And yes I used my tongue. I wanted to  measure her with the most exacting instrument available to me. And that is the truth.” And it was. 

Angie ceased the struggle to escape from my clutches. “Well, how big and stiff is she? Do I beat her?” Angie was  now whispering, but with a real sense of urgency. “How big are her tits, Pete? Don’t you think I am bigger and  firmer?” 

“Well, I couldn’t tell. It is very close, sweetheart. Obviously, Kate has a beautiful body and her breasts are the  second best I have ever seen. But, your breasts, Angie, are more beautiful than Kate’s.” I knew this answer would  not satisfy my wife. No chance. 

“That’s bullshit!” Angie was very agitated. “Men love that olive skin look and her fucking areolas are twice the  diameter of mine. If we took a vote right now of those at this beach party, I bet my tits would lose.” 

I smile and responded. “Not so, my dear. You were magnificent. That was the most exciting rush of my life. It was  absolutely thrilling to see you going toe to toe, tit to tit, body to body with the only woman in the history of our  friendship circle that holds even a candle to you. It would not have been half so thrilling if you were going up  against Bobbie Joe or Jane. They are real C cup foxes, but in a different league all together than your babies. No,  honey, it was a real gas of an experience – breathtaking to behold. And, believe me, I was rooting with all my heart  for you. I want my gal to be number one in any room (as you so well know) or any beach for that matter. At one  point yours had actually flattened hers and engulfed them. That was when Buddy screamed at Kate, ‘Don’t let her  flatten your tits like that.’ You really were beating her.” Not exactly true, but not a lie either. 

Angie beamed her brightest. “I really was, wasn’t I. My breasts are fuller and firmer; my nipples longer and stiffer.  That is why she was coming on to you. It was a female way of masking her loss. I am going over there and  challenge her to a tit fight right here and now – in front of everyone. I want to beat her in front of our friends – in  front of her husband – in front of you, my darling. I’ll teach her to show her tits to my man with me standing right  there. I’ll rip the fuckers off her right here and now.” 

I had relaxed my grip after Angie had calmed down. Now she broke away from me and turned to head off and  confront Kate. 

Practically crippled with anticipation and anxiety, emotionally torn between preventing or encouraging a titfight on  a very public beach on a very family day, I staggered after my fearless bride. But Kate and Buddy had vanished..

Angie and I arrived at the scene of where the confrontation took place to find all our friends talking at once. “Where  are Kate and Buddy,” I yelled above the din. 

“Where is that bitch?” hollered Angie to no one and everyone. 

For the next several hours, our entire clan spoke of nothing but the amazing and fascinating events that transpired  before Kate and Buddy made their flaming exit. The consensus was that the argument between Kate and Buddy had  escalated to the shouting, pushing stage. Kate had been relentlessly determined to confront Angie and “kick her  ass” here and now. Buddy strongly objected to such a “primitive and uncivilized display in front of everybody” to  the point where he finally physically carried her off to their car parked several hundred yards away. Everyone could  not get over how “wild” Kate was behaving. The conversations about it all were fast and furious and went on ad  infinitum. 

Our women friends promptly gathered around Angie for all the gossipy details. Had Angie seen that Katie bitch  flaunt her nudeness in front of Peter (me)? What had given Katie the idea that she could get away with such brazen  behavior? What had happened between Kate and Angie to start the chicken fight in the ocean? Wasn’t Katie  actually rubbing her tits in Peter’s face at one point? Had Katie breast-butted Angie first or had Angie been the  aggressor? Generally the women seemed to rally around Angie – most of them had been friends since college – a  couple since high school. We were a pretty tight-knit group and Katie was the newcomer, a.k.a., outsider. 

Several of the women took the high road, sniping about Katie’s “slutty antics,” tsk-tsking Katie’s “streetwalker  persona,” casting down negative comments about Katie’s general appearance and behavior (cheap, shameless,  classless) and pretty much verbally tore Katie apart. It was clear that these B and C cup girls were jealous. The gals  were split as to Angie’s next move: “Kick her ass,” or “Ignore her.” 

The men had a very different take on the subject. My best friend, Danny, summed it up. “Jesus, Pete, those are the  two best sets of tits I have every seen. You are a lucky dog, bro!” Until the Fourth of July 2002, none of us had seen  the breasts of each others’ wives. In one brief encounter, the boys had seen the best breasts in the clan, nude – up  close and personal. It was, as they say, a red letter, fucking day. 

Danny (and perhaps a couple of the other guys) know about my obsession with bountiful breasts. “Whose breasts  were bigger and better, Pete: Angie’s or Katie’s? You were close enough to suck them. Who won?” 

“No comment, mate,” I whispered. “They are both beautiful, buxom women. Katie seemed to be coming on to me,  but I think it was just to make Angie jealous. It was getting pretty competitive out there during the Frisbee game. I  think Kate was tweaking Angie.” 

The men wanted a blow by blow from me. They (we) were all obviously stimulated by the exposed breasts and  physical confrontation. I resisted blabbing on and on about Katie’s great rack, well aware that my words would be  taken straight back to the girls and, eventually, Angie. 

Everyone present, women and men, thought Angie slapping Katie was courageous (ballsy) and appropriate. And  while all the men were practically drooling over both women’s big, naked breasts, most found themselves highly  intrigued with the size of Katie’s areolas. While breast size, shape and firmness, as well as nipple size, shape, and  stiffness are my big turn-ons, the male side of our group had been transfixed by Katie’s areolas. Different strokes  for different folks, as they say. 

Of course, everyone wanted to know if Angie intended to confront Kate again. “She came on to your man and  wagged her tits in his face. You cannot let that bitch think she can get away with it,” this being Barbara’s (full C  cups set high on her chest) slant on things. 

“Don’t you bend to her level, deary. You already called her on the slutty behavior and you slapped her face for it.  You won. Leave it alone, now. None of us will welcome that husband chaser into our homes again,” this from 

Bobby-Jo (full C cups not as high as Barbara’s, but rounder). Listening to there contrary opinions, I began  fantasizing about a titfight between Barbara and Bobby-Jo. My money would be on Bobby-Jo. My fetish is rampant  – everywhere – ubiquitous. Carumba, I love the female bosom. 

The beach party lasted later than usual, but the day had been far more extraordinary than usual. In the end, we all  went home a little too drunk with hours of sexual innuendos on our minds. I’ll bet there wasn’t a quiet bed in the  clan that night. Angie and I made love non-stop until dawn. We weren’t quiet for a moment. We were either  groaning or talking – recapitulating the events of the day and storytelling about the events to come. I had one of  those nights when no matter how many times I came, my Standing Hampton continued to stand. And Angie had  screaming orgasms again and again, the threshold usually coming as I pronounced my bosomy Angie the winner  over her breast-beaten foe, Katie. If nothing in the way of a breast-to- breast confrontation ever came my way  again, I felt this one beach experience had provided me with enough to refill the fantasy pool for a lifetime. But  something grander, beyond my wildest fantasies was bearing down upon us even as we fucked about breasts  beating breasts. 

At work the next day, I couldn’t keep my mind off Angie titfighting Katie. I couldn’t keep my eyes off women’s  bustlines nor my mind from Angie and Katie squaring off for the ultimate duel. After an entire night of passionate  intercourse, I kept finding myself in the men’s room, reliving the beach confrontation or taking it to the next level.  By lunchtime, I had accomplished nothing but another three ejaculations. 

I had decided to rush home to Angie for “a quickie” and was just leaving the office building, when I walked right  into Katie. She looked up into my eyes and smiled. I looked down onto her four inch cleavage and smiled. “Katie,  my darling, you look ravishing.” I was flirting with the first words out of my mouth. I lusted for her. I loved her. I  was mad for her. 

“You are a sexual god, Pedro.” Katie reached up and grabbed behind my neck, pulling me down to her mango flavoured lips, and I melted into her face, behind her eyes, melding with her feminine sexuality. It was if we were  alone in the universe, nude, ready to couple for the first occasion in cosmic history. I felt the fullness of her glorious  breasts, the heat of her expanding nipples, the moisture of her throbbing vulva, yet nothing had touched but our lips.  A feeling of vertigo nearly overwhelmed me, then I found my balance and stopped devouring her mouth. 

“I can resist anything but temptation,” was the best I could muster. “You are irresistibly tempting, Katie.” “Same back at you, big guy. How long is your penis?” Katie purred with nary a moment of discomfort. “Eight and a half inches. What size is your bra?” It just came out, no muss, no fuss. 

“34DD, bulging. When you’re inside me, you will be with a virgin for the last 2 ½ inches“. Katie’s directness was  as intoxicating as was her heavily heaving bosom. “I want you like I have never wanted anyone or anything in my  life. Let’s go fuck till we die.” 

“My wife.” 

“And my husband? I have never wanted him like I want you, but we fucked all night because I couldn’t have you.  And you fucked your wife all night because you couldn’t have me. Admit it so we can get down to pleasure.” Katie  was pleading, just slightly. I understood her desperation. 

“We talked about you, Katie, all night long. It was the best sex we ever had.” I was spilling the proverbial beans. 

“Now that is fascinating. She wants me, too? I would have thought she wanted to rip me to pieces. I certainly was  ready to tear your bride a new asshole and hand it to you as part of our prenuptial agreement.” Katie was smiling a  most lascivious smile.

“We were fantasizing about the two of you, my wife and you, in a breast fight. Angie was verbalizing a scenario  where she was practically beating you to death with her breasts. I found it thrilling. I believe breasts are the most  sexual and profound organ of female sexuality. More than anything else physical, breasts separate women from  women – distinguish the physical, sexual presentation of a woman from other women. Nothing sexual is on  constant display like women’s breasts – clearly exhibited in every outfit at every moment. Women build entire  wardrobes around enhancing their breasts. They pad them, they stuff them with plastic, they expose décolletage,  they buy exotic paraphernalia to lift them, plump them, firm them, and create the illusion of large, stiff nipples. I  have been thinking about, lusting after, making passionate love to women’s breasts, real and imagined, since  puberty. I am, beyond anyone you have ever known, a breast man to the core. At the beach party, your breasts were  the first breasts that had ever rivalled my wife’s breasts. I was swept away by the confrontation – the comparison of  these most feminine of female physical assets. It was the most exciting event of my life.” 

Katie never missed a beat. “I want you to worship my breasts, Pedro. I want you to devour them with that amazing  tongue of yours. I want you to fuck them. I want your shaft sliding between them, back and forth until ecstasy. I  want you to feel my nipples grow against the tip of your penis – feel and watch my blood engorge them while your  blood engorges your throbbing cock. I want you to smother my breast flesh, my swelling areolas, my throbbing  nipples with your kisses while you are deep inside me – deeper than anyone has or will ever be. I want you to see  my breasts beside other busty women – to measure me against them – to know your woman has the best breasts – the biggest, the fullest, the shapeliest, the largest areolas, the longest, stiffest, thickest nipples – all of me, all of my  breasts will be for your pleasure – for pleasing your lust, your passion for bountiful bosoms. My breasts alone can  and will completely fulfil your sexual needs for the rest of your life. So let it be written, my darling, so let it be  done. I have never been sure of love before. The moment I saw you, I knew. You are for me, forever. I love you.” 

I was swept away. 

Katie’s eyes were a shimmering hazelnut brown. She was using them to peer into my lustful soul, gazing intently  into my baby blues, searching for truth. Holding her intense gaze, I felt her hands lifting mine until they cupped her  breasts from the sides. She pressed her hands on top of mine and lifted up until we were holding the weight of her  magnificent double handfuls. 

“These are yours, my darling. They are my gift of love to you. I know you want them. Engulf yourself in my  breasts, Pedro.” Katie’s voice was silky with meaning, seductive beyond pure sound. 

We were standing on the sidewalk at Polk and Broadway in downtown San Francisco. The area is known as “The  Border” – the demarcation between “Straightsville and Wantonville.” Pedestrians and car drivers and passengers  are accustomed to watching wild people cavort in wild ways along these fascinating byways– but a businessman in  a three-piece Pierre Cardin and a stylishly if seductively dressed bountiful beauty standing on the sidewalk locked  in enraptured eye contact with their interlocking hands holding these amazing breasts was unusual even for the City  by the Bay. I was vaguely aware of people stopping to stare – cars stopped in the middle of the street, not driving  on. A few gawkers began to whistle and applaud. Still our very full hands held fast – our eyes strayed for nary a  moment. We did not speak. 

After a time, Katie’s eyes softened and her face relaxed into a smile. She gently took my hands from her breasts and  moved them to her lips. She kissed both my palms gently, slowly, confidently and held my hands in front of her. 

“The only way I am going to have you on my own terms is to turn your fantasy into a reality. I will challenge  your wife to a breast fight and take you as the spoils of my victory. I will beat Angie in front of you and make her  admit I am the better woman. Wouldn’t you love to see us in an all out woman to woman battle of the bosoms, best  woman keeps the object of our mutual affection.” Katie was very serious, and I, needless to say, was seriously  excited. 

I felt flushed and befuddled. “And what about your husband? How does Buddy fit into all of this, Katie?. I  understood that he was furious at you for wanting to fight Angie at the beach. ”

“Buddy would love to see me fight Angie. My husband, like yourself, Pedro, loves bountiful bosoms and derives  enormous sexual satisfaction knowing I am the Breast Queen in our group of friends – whichever group that may  be. Here in San Francisco, I am still his Breast Queen. He is passionate about the idea of me physically conquering  any would-be challenger to my throne. Buddy calls me his ‘Royal Breastress.’ 

“Of course, he loves a good challenge, and Angie comes as close as anyone during our marriage to measure up to  my voluptuousness. What Buddy does not like is my attraction to you, dear Pedro. During the course of our  lovemaking bouts since we moved to the Bay Area, our fantasy-playing has taken on new dynamics. Not  surprisingly, Angie has become the focus of our sexual story playing. As always, my breasts profoundly defeat her  breasts in each imagined scenario. However, you, my sweet Pedro, have begun to play a larger role.” Listening to  Katie talk was like listening to my sexual soul fantasize. This woman was to die for. 

Katie continued, “Buddy knows my passions very well. He recognized immediately my lust for you. By the time I  stood up on the beach, dropped the towel, and let your eyes feast on my breasts, old Buddy had seen enough. He  has always wanted me to dominate another woman with my breasts in a public situation, but not enough to risk  losing me. Buddy wasn’t afraid of me fighting Angie. Quite the contrary. But he understood that I would be  fighting for you, not for him. 

“Your plump breasted wife had the audacity to slap me in public. I wanted to thrash her in front of the clan – humiliate her with my superior breasts, body, courage, determination – womanliness. But most of all I wanted to  show you, my sexy Pedro, that I am more woman than your wife. That would lead to you and I together since you  are obviously the type of man who will settle for only the best. Buddy was crystal clear on that point. Ergo, he  manhandled me off the beach – a big mistake on his part. As you see today, I have decided to take things into my  own hands – or our hands, I should say.” Katie lifted my hands to her very full, firm breasts once again. “Need I say  more. My breasts are burning with desire for you, Pedro.” She left my hands on her breasts and pulled my head  toward hers. Suddenly our mouth were devouring each other again and my thumbs and forefingers were kneading  her nipples – nipples that thickened and lengthened at my touch. 

“Are your breasts real, Katie,” I gushed in mid kiss? 

“Yes, my darling. 100% genuine – no enhancement beyond the natural gifts of the goddess.” Katie was talking in  the midst of our passionate lip and tongue and teeth exchange. Our breathing became heavy, Katie’s nipples seem  to continue to grow, her breasts felt on fire and huge. “Are Angie’s breasts real,” Katie almost moaned during a hot  little lip bite? 

“Yes, Angie’s are the real thing,” I managed just before Katie began sucking my tongue in a beautifully suggestive  way. 

“Would you like me to fight her for you, Pedro – to prove to her and you that I am the better woman – to be your  Breast Queen. Would you like that, baby? Feel my nipples swelling, Pedro. Imagine my nipples matched up to  Angie’s nipples – our breasts lined up for the ultimate comparison. Can you see it? Am I beating her, Pedro?” 

A horn blare brought me out of my reverie. I glanced up to find a motocop straddling his bike, staring at our display  with a shit-eating grin. “Take it to the bedroom, cowboy,” he snickered. I dropped my hands from Katie’s breasts  and pulled gently back from her inspired kissing. 

“Sorry, Officer. We’re on our way,” I stammered. 

“Oh, I can see that, Studley. Just get on your way to somewhere private – NOW!” 

I quickly glanced around and realized that dozens of people were gaping in awe at our display. One guy gave me  the thumbs up and another began clapping – then another, and another. Soon it seemed that everyone on Polk and  Broadway was clapping, whistling, or honking – as in, “Honk if you love hot sex at lunchtime in public.”

Chuckling despite myself, I was delighted to see that Katie found humor in our passion, as well. “Okay, Studley – let’s get out of here and find out if your Angie is willing to fight for her man. I am going to give you the hottest,  most glorious day of your life. I am going to fulfil your wildest fantasy and then take you deep inside of me while  you suck my victorious nipples. Just take me to your house, baby. I’ll do the rest.” 

Part 7 

Katie and I traveled back to my house in my car. I admit that I was anxious. Despite the overwhelming feelings I  was now experiencing for Kate, the fact was that I loved my wife. I had been with her for a long time and the idea  of betraying her, even with a woman like Kate, bothered me a lot. I consoled myself with the fact that Angie really  wanted to go at Kate, and I convinced myself that I was doing her a favor by bringing Kate right to her. But the  truth is that all that really mattered to me was that the confrontation I had been fantasizing about – in fact, obsessing  about – ever since the beach yesterday was about to become a reality. Nothing could have stopped me from seeing  this through to the end, even the prospect of losing my marriage. 

The whole drive back to my house, Katie fondled me and nibbled at my ear lobe and kissed and sucked at my face  and neck. She pressed her fantastic tits into my arm. Her hands were busy in my lap. She opened my pants, slipped  her hand into my underpants, and encircled my throbbing dick in her soft, warm grip. 

“Mm. What have we here?,” Kate purred into my ear. She bobbed her head down to my lap and freed my  incredibly stiff cock from my pants. 

“Baby, don’t,” I groaned. “I’ve got to drive.” I really didn’t want her to stop, but I did not want a car accident to  prevent us from getting to our destination. I had to get Kate to my house. I had no doubt that Kate and Angie would  tear into each other the moment they got together and I would be treated to the most erotic experience that I could  imagine: the incredibly hot spectacle of the two sexiest, bustiest women I knew going tit to tit in an all-out struggle  to destroy each other. 

Kate leaned down and licked the top of my penis gently, teasingly. I gasped and gripped the car wheel even harder,  struggling to stay straight on the road. She took the head of my thick, pulsating cock into her mouth and sucked  hard. I groaned in agony and considered pulling over to let her finish this. 

“I’m going to love taking this all the way inside me, Pedro,” she whispered. “Just keep thinking about me crushing  your wife’s soft tits flat. Think about what I will do to you once your wife’s tits have been smashed by mine.  Imagine being deep inside of me, in my wet, hot, tight cunt. Imagine sucking and biting on my tits. Imagine your  big cock sliding up and down between my tits.” 

Those were the kind of thoughts that kept me driving. 

Kate backed off, apparently satisfied by her effect on me and probably just as aware as I was that the chances of her  causing an accident were pretty high. She wanted to get to my house to get at Angie so that she could satisfy her  own desire to prove to Angie, and to me, which of them was the better woman. 

The rest of the way to the house, Kate continued to kiss me, to murmur promises of what she would do to me into my ear, to fill my mind with visions of her incredible body and what it would feel like writhing and pumping  beneath me. At some point, she leaned back in the passenger seat, took my free hand, raised her skirt, and placed  my hand on her thong-covered cunt. I squeezed her prominent mound, feeling how wet her thong was at the same  time. I rubbed her pussy, gradually mashing the damp cloth of the thong into her tight slit. She moaned and arched  her back like a cat, shoving her massive tits forward. Her nipples were so hard and long that they became fully  visible, even through her blouse. Her incredible tits quivered and seemed to grow even larger as she became more  aroused.

We finally arrived at my home. I pulled into the driveway and hopped out of the car. My dick was so stiff that it  tented my pants out a good eight inches. I rearranged myself so that the bulge would not be so obvious, but it was  hard. Kate came around the car and took my arm. She pressed her massive tits into my chest as she reached up to  

kiss me. She pulled my face down to her and slipped her tongue into my mouth. A deep tension filled my lower  abdomen then flowed directly into my throbbing cock. I felt unbearably horny and all doubts left me, at least for the  moment. 

“Come on, Pedro. Let’s go talk to Angie,” she smiled. Her eyes were wild and bright. She was really looking  forward to what was coming. 

We entered the house through the front door. “Angie, baby,” I called out. “I’m home.” It was not uncommon for me  to come home for quickies. When I left that morning, Angie had smiled at me and said that she would be surprised  if I did not visit at lunch time, given how we had spent the night. 

“I’m in the bedroom, baby.” Angie’s voice came from the back of the house. 

My heart was pounding. I had no doubt that Angie would be more than willing to take on Kate. But how would she  react after the fight was over? I pushed this thought out of my head and focused again on what was really  important: the chance to see two beautiful, raging women go at each other tit to tit. 

Kate marched side by side with me towards the bedroom I shared with my wife. Her high heels clicked with a  determined staccato on the wooden floor. Kate refused to let go of me; she was holding onto me as possessively as  a woman could hold onto a man, her heavy breasts pushed tight into my arm. She seemed supremely self-confident.  She was eager to have a go at Angie. Events were now out of my control. 

Kate and I appeared together in the bedroom door. Angie was stretched out in bed, her back supported by a small  mountain of pillows. She was almost naked, wearing nothing but a see-through black lace teddy and a see-through  black lace thong. Her long red hair was fanned out on the pillow behind her. She was leaning back on the pillows,  

her fingers interlaced behind her head, her elbows up, her beautiful, massive tits jutting out from her chest. Her  nipples were long and hard in anticipation of our lunchtime sex. Her long, strong, milky legs extended away from  her shapely torso. She was absolutely gorgeous and the moment I saw her, I felt my dick throb and harden even  more. 

Angie was wearing a look of confusion when we entered the room. She had heard Kate’s high heels clicking in the  hall and was trying to make sense of the sound. When she saw Kate and me together, when she saw the way Kate  was holding my arm, her look of confusion shifted instantaneously to one of immediate understanding, followed by  unspeakable rage. 

“YOU FUCKING CUNT!!,” she roared at Kate, sitting up on the bed. “GET YOUR FILTHY FUCKING HANDS  OFF MY HUSBAND!!” 

Then she turned her blazing eyes to me. “Peter, what the fuck is this?!! Why are you letting this whore touch you  like that?!!” 

I began to stammer out a reply. But Kate cut me off. She pulled my head down to her mouth and, suddenly, I was  again enthralled by her sexual power as her mango-flavored lips enveloped mine. Her tongue pushed electrically  into my mouth and her heavy tits bore into my chest. Even through the many layers of cloth separating our bodies, I  could feel her stiff nipples on my chest. Again, I felt the heat from her body, the warm, moist hunger of her vulva. I  was silenced by the sexual overload. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Angie looking on, so astonished and furious  that she did not even move. 

Katie released me. Imperiously, she began walking towards the bed, undoing her blouse as she walked.

“Pedro is mine now, you redheaded whore,” Kate said to Angie in an almost conversational tone. “We have agreed  that we are made for each other. I am taking him away from you. But first, I have to beat your body, crush your tits  with mine, before he can fully give himself to me. That’s what I’m here to do.” 

Kate threw her blouse to the floor and unsnapped her skirt. In the time it had taken her to walk to the bed, she was  now almost naked, wearing only a green thong, a matching push-up bra, and her shoes. She kicked off the shoes  and stood beside the bed, her hands on her hips. I could not see her face, but I knew that she was wearing the  beautiful, self-confident smirk that I found so irresistible. 

Angie was on her knees on the bed. Her face was a mask of rage. I had never seen her so angry. I could tell that  much of the anger came from a sense of betrayal. 

“Peter, is this true?,” she snapped at me. Her eyes were burning with rage, but I could also see she was deeply hurt. 

“Well, not exactly,” I stammered. Kate spun her head around to glare at me. “I mean, Kate came to my office and,  uh…,” I trailed off, not sure where to go from here, trying to figure out how to say something that would not ruin  my chances with both of the beautiful women in front of me. 

Angie smiled coldly. “I know my husband, whore,” she snarled at Kate. “He’s too much of a breast man to pass up  the chance to see his fantasy fulfilled. He saw the chance to get you here to take me on and he couldn’t pass up the  opportunity.” Well, I thought to myself, that was certainly true. 

“He knows that I wanted a chance to go at you tit to tit,” Angie continued. “Now it looks like we’re going to have a  chance to finish what we started yesterday.” 

Kate crawled onto the bed. “Tell yourself what you want, Angie,” my prospective lover replied. “All I know is that  I am going to squash your little bags flat with mine, I’m going to rip your weak little pink nipples out with my  beautiful brown nips. Then I’m going to take your husband away and fuck him to death.” She smiled. “Maybe I’ll  do it right in front of you. Maybe I’ll get you to watch.” 

A look of absolute, cold fury planted itself on Angie’s beautiful face. Then, without warning, her right hand  whipped out like a lash and cracked across Kate’s smiling visage. “You cunt!!” Angie hissed. 

Kate’s eyes grew absolutely wild with hate and rage. “You fucking tramp!,” she screamed. That was twice that  Angie had managed to slap her in the face. But this time, there was no one preventing her from striking back. “I’m  going to kick your fucking ass!” 

Hissing like a cat, Katie hurled herself at Angie, her claws unsheathed, the rage boiling in her eyes terrifying in its  intensity. But Angie was every bit as enraged. With a shriek of pure anger, my redheaded wife threw herself at  Katie. Their incredible bodies came together with a dull thud and a hard slap of massive tits crushing into each  other. Both women groaned at the impact, a sound of lust and anger and primal female power all in one. Angie  wrapped one arm around Katie’s head and used her other hand to punch and claw at her enemy. Katie buried one  hand in Angie’s red hair and used the other hand to rake her claws over Angie’s alabaster skin. The two women  were screaming and snarling and cursing at the top of their lungs. Clawing at each other, both women raising angry  welts on the other’s beautiful body, they fell in a tangled heap onto the bed. There was a thrashing of beautiful  limbs as Katie and Angie whipped naked legs and powerful arms around each other. For a few moments, the  spitting, snarling, biting wildcats rolled frantically back and forth on the bed, neither woman able to hold the top  position for long. Then, they hurtled off the bed and onto the floor, their powerful bodies still wrapped together,  their limbs twined, cheek to cheek and screaming obscenities at each other. They hit the ground with a jarring  impact.

Angie and Katie split apart only for a moment. The instant they were back on their feet they went for each other  again. Both women sank their claws into the other woman’s thick head of hair. Pulling, yanking, trying to tear out  the other woman’s mane by the roots, the shrieking women pulled each other around the room by their hair. 

“Fucking slut!,” Angie roared. 

“Cocksucking whore!,” Kate snarled in reply. 

Angie’s teddy was holding onto her voluptuous body by a thread, but it did nothing to contain her wildly rocking  tits. Katie’s bra could barely hold her massive breasts, which rolled on her chest like cannonballs. The women were  head to head, their bodies angled away from each other, their hands gripping the other’s hair, pulling each other’s  head down. Katie shifted her grip; she began to pull Angie’s head up, yanking Angie’s hair so that my wife faced  her. Angie returned the hold. The women were now face to face, their teeth gritted in pain and rage, their eyes  burning with fury. They glared deeply into each other’s eyes. I had never seen so much mutual hatred before in my  life. It made my cock grow even harder. These women despised each other at a primal level. They wanted to  destroy each other. I could see that they would go at each other as long and as hard as they needed to in order to  settle the rivalry between them. I knew that only one of them could leave here with her pride – and maybe her  beautiful body- intact. 

Slowly, tearing viciously at each other’s hair, Angie and Katie pulled each other into a standing position. Their eyes  remained locked together and they continued to hold each other at arm’s length as they staggered back and forth. I  saw Kate’s hands start to move down Angie’s head, moving towards her face, preparing to claw at my wife’s eyes.  I was about to shout a warning when Angie sensed what was happening. With a cry, she jerked Katie’s head from  side to side, then pushed the other woman away roughly. 

Katie and Angie faced each other from a few feet apart. Their tits were heaving, they were both panting furiously.  The incredible rage burning in their eyes was growing hotter by the moment. I was sure that they were about to  throw themselves at each other once again. But the momentary respite gave them a chance to remember why they  were there and what their competition was really all about. 

“So,” Angie said, absolute venom in her voice. “You think that you are woman enough to just come in and steal my  husband, hm?” As she spoke, she reached up and untied the cord holding the teddy around her neck. She pulled the  sheer lace garment away from her body and stood magnificently nude, except for her thong. Angie’s massive tits  jutted out like boulders from her chest. They looked more taut than I could remember them ever being before. They  were perfectly shaped and her pink nipples were thick and long. Even from a distance, they looked rock-hard. They  were centered inside of her big, pink areola, which were pebbled with tension. “Come here, you whore,” Angie  snarled. “We’re going to see which of us has got the better set of tits.” 

Katie smiled savagely. She reached behind her and unsnapped the clasp on her bra, then threw it aside. Her fantastic  tits bounced free. They were dark and olive, a testament to the fact that Katie must sunbathe topless. Her jugs were  thick and hard and her brown areola were huge. They were twice the size of Angie’s beautiful pink areola. Katie  dark brown nipples were thick and long and seemed to be almost pulsating with power. She put her hands on her  hips and shook her tits at Angie. 

“Do you see these, baby?” Katie cooed. “These beautiful brown tits are going to flatten your pathetic white, pink  things into pancakes. I’m going to humiliate your body like you’ve never been humiliated before.” 

“Fuck you, cunt,” Angie replied. She shook her massive tits at Katie. “My beautiful babies are more than a match  for anything you’ve got.” 

My eyes darted from one woman’s rack to the other. I was trying to see if I could tell which of them was actually  bigger, whose nipples were longer. It was impossible for even my practiced eye to tell. Angie’s massive tits looked  just as big as Kate’s, and just as perfectly shaped. The length of their fully engorged nipples seemed the same. What 

would prove decisive in this battle was whose tits were actually tougher and harder. That could only be determined  by the women mashing their meat together and grinding it out, tit to tit. 

While the two women were sizing each other up, only moments away from the confrontation I had been dreaming  about, I remembered that Angie kept a digital recorder in the night table drawer. Every now and then, we liked to  record our own sex tapes. I moved quickly to the table and pulled out the camera. My raging hard-on was now  almost comical. Both women looked at me as I activated the camera and pointed it at them. 

“Keep your lens on our tits, lover boy,” Katie smiled. “You and I are going to enjoy that film for a long time to  come. We’ll laugh when we see the moment that my magnificent tits squash the soft, tender boobs on this bitch  flat.” 

Angie did not reply, but I could tell that she was too furious to speak. The look in her eyes was murderous. 

The nearly naked women moved closer to each other. They both locked their hands behind their backs and thrust  out their chests. Their fantastic tits pointed at each other like the horns on a bull or a deer, huge and powerful,  symbols of each woman’s sexuality and womanly power, weapons that both women were prepared to lock together  and use to struggle until only one was victorious. 

Slowly, carefully, Angie and Katie moved closer and closer, until their tits were only inches apart. I felt like my  cock was going to explode. At this proximity, it was now possible to see that both women’s nipples were exactly  the same length and thickness. For both, their swollen nipples jutted out an inch from their mammoth tits. Their  nipples were thick and broad, too, not just long; both women’s nipples were the thickness of a tootsie roll. If one of  them had a bigger set of boobs, it was impossible to tell with the naked eye. 

The women’s eyes were locked together. It was like they could read each other’s minds, could see and feel the hate  that they shared. Maybe they could. For both women, a lot more was suddenly at stake than just whose tits were  bigger and stronger. For Angie, she was fighting to prove that she deserved her man, she was fighting to protect her  marriage from the voluptuous, sexually ravenous challenger who wanted what she had. For Kate, she was fighting  to get a man that she lusted after, just as much as she was fighting to prove herself superior to another women she  hated. 

Angie and Kate closed the final distance. They pressed the tips of their rock-hard nipples together, head to head.  The women groaned in concert, deep moans that spoke of incredible sensations. They both closed their eyes, their  eyelids fluttering as they struggled to control whatever erotic power was rolling through their beautiful bodies. As I  watched, I felt myself cum in my shorts. The fantasy that I had always dreamed of was finally real and my  excitement was more than my body could handle. Even after I had cum, however, I could feel more sexual tension  building in my cock and my lower abdomen. I felt almost multi-orgasmic. I had heard of such things before, but  never knew a man who could cum so soon after having cum once. I was pretty sure that I was on the verge of that  kind of experience. 

The women bit their lips and pressed harder. They moaned in unison and I watched their hard, thick nipples slowly  and tortuously push each other back into their quivering breasts. Angie and Katie pushed in even closer and their  swollen nipples slowly sank into their combined titflesh. As far as I could tell, neither woman’s nipples had  surrendered to the other. Angie’s areola were lush and pink, perfectly round and pebbled. But they were half the  size of Katie’s areola, and I now began to wonder if this gave Kate an advantage as her thick, knobby areola would  be able to rub directly into Angie’s softer titflesh. It might not matter now, but it could become important if the  fight dragged on. And, God, I wanted it to drag on! 

The women snarled at each other. They pushed closer until they were nose to nose, forehead to forehead, their  beautiful faces pressed tight, their furious eyes locked together. I could tell that they could see and feel only each  other. I was not even sure if they were aware of me anymore. Their massive tits quivered and shook as each women  thrust out at the other with her chest muscles, trying to crush and push the other back. Their tits resisted each other. 

From what I could see, the women’s tits were equally dense and firm; neither women’s boobs were dominating the  other’s. Instead, the line where their giant orbs were pressed tight was evenly split between their thrusting, straining  bodies. 

“Pedro is mine, bitch,” Kate breathed at Angie. “He deserves the best woman he can get and that is me.” 

“Fuck, fuck you whore,” Angie whispered back in reply. “I’m going to crush those brown nips flat and squash those  bags. I am going to make you pay for going after my husband.” 

The women glared into each other as if hypnotized. Their tits continued to shudder and quiver and they  occasionally moaned and gasped as one or the other hit some particularly sensitive spot on the other’s tits. I could  tell that their nipples were fighting, struggling deep within their combined tits. Their legs shook and their torsos  shuddered. Sweat broke out on both women; it was clear to me that they were both putting all of their strength into  trying to crush each other flat, but they were holding each other at bay. 

Their pants grew harder as the sweat flowed more freely; their tits began to slip on each other as their skin grew  slick. The women grunted and thrust harder, but their tits began to slide apart. 

The women pulled apart. Their tits heaved; their nipples were, if anything, more swollen and looked even harder  then when the fight had started. Angie’s white tits were especially red, pumped with blood and sex. Kate’s beautiful  tits glowed with heat. 

“Nipple to nipple,” I heard Angie whisper at Kate. 

The women locked eyes. Angie interlaced her fingers and placed her hands behind her head, pulling her massive tits  up, pointing her nipples directly at Kate. Kate duplicated the move, pointing her olive tits at her enemy. The women  stepped forward again and pressed their stiff, throbbing nipples side to side. They locked them in place. Then, both  women began to push their heavy, perfect tits in opposite directions. Their nipples were hooked together and I  realized that each woman was trying to get the other woman’s nipples to bend back. For long moments, the  women’s tits held taut, their nipples holding the weight of their dense orbs and the pressure of their torsos as they  struggled to prove whose nips were stronger and harder. 

Angie groaned; Kate screamed; their tits sprang apart as the weight and tension on their nipples were finally too  much to bear; their one-inch nips bent each other back and bounced back into place like springs; the women’s dense  tits quivered with the released tension. 

Gasping, Angie and Kate brought their nipples back together and did it again, each one trying to force the other’s  nipples to bend, to break. Their groans and gasps and pants became even deeper as they fought. Their frustration  built as neither one was able to conquer and twist back the other. 

“Fuck, fucking whore,” Kate moaned as she and Angie locked nipples yet again. 

“You cunt, you fucking cunt,” Angie gasped back. 

Their nipples fought like swords, locking and straining, then springing apart. Their slick tits dripped sweat as they  bounced deliciously. 

I was entranced by this incredible display. So far, Kate and Angie’s big tits had proven to be evenly matched in  every important way. As a breast man, I was in heaven. This battle looked to be one that would go on for a long  time.

As Angie and Kate fought, I could tell that they were both growing increasingly, almost feverishly, aroused. Kate’s  green thong gave it away; the wet spot on her crotch had expanded to the point that her entire groin area was  soaked; the damp cloth perfectly outlined her thick, inviting cunt lips. 

Angie’s thong was black, but I could see the lace clinging to her pussy. Moisture was trickling down her inner  thighs and it wasn’t sweat. 

The women had been trying to overpower the other’s nipples for some time. Angie had finally had enough of the  futile, but increasingly arousing, struggle. Their nipples sprang apart yet again, their gorgeous, sweat-damp tits  quivering in response. Angie wound up and swung her massive tits directly at Kate’s matching glands. Their  magnificent tits came together with a wet, hard slap. Kate gasped as she staggered back from the unexpected attack.  She recovered immediately. Her beautiful face flashed a predatory grin and, locking her hands behind her back, she  charged at Angie, her powerful, beautiful tits thrust forward. Angie locked her hands behind her back, thrust out her  massive tits, and charged towards Kate. 

The women came together with a thick, dense, meaty slap. They screamed in unison as their massive tits met and  compressed full force. Sweat flew from the point of impact. Angie and Kate gasped and moaned, and worked their  bodies into each other with their powerful legs, keeping their tits plastered together. I had cum again on seeing this  incredible sight. The women rolled their meaty tits into and around each other, both working their whole bodies,  their back muscles rippling, their legs flexing, as they used all the power of their beautiful bodies to try to crush  each other flat. I looked carefully to see if either set of tits was gaining the advantage. It did not seem to be the  case. Thick tit flesh undulated and compressed, one woman then the other momentarily gaining a bit of ground,  then losing it as their tits shifted against each other. Angie and Kate pushed together forehead to forehead; sweat  trickled down their beautiful faces. They snarled at each other and whispered obscenities and other things to each  other that I could not hear as they continued to work their tits into each other. 

After a while, the women backed off each other just a bit. Then, they began to swing their tits at each other, each  woman twisting her torso so that their heavy tits flew at each other and struck side-on. With each impact, sweat  flew and Angie and Kate cried out in real pain. They struck each other this way nine, ten times in a row. With the  tenth blow, they both screamed and then fell away from each other. 

Moaning, gasping, each woman retreated a bit from the other. Angie and Kate both cupped their swollen tits and  glared at each other. 

“You’re tougher than I thought, fucker,” Kate said to Angie. “But I can feel your tits weakening. It won’t be long  until I break you, then I will claim Pedro as my prize.” 

“Dirty slut,” Angie snapped in reply. “I’m going to teach you lessons you’ll never forget. When I’m done with you,  those bags on your chest are going to be flat, empty sacks.” 

Both women seemed to recover. They rose to their full heights and threw back their shoulders, shoving out their tits  out once again. They approached each other less violently than before. They stepped into each other and seized the  other’s forearms. Their mammoth tits were trapped within the box formed by their arms. The women pressed  together nipple to nipple and then began to shove hard, to grind together tit to tit. Their tits slopped and slapped  against each other, sliding in and out and around each other, like oiled up snakes. They rubbed into each other  viciously and I was mesmerized by the beauty of their massive mammary glands working in and out and around  each other. Their hard nipples dug into each other’s firm titflesh. 

Angie and Kate grunted and gasped as their tits struggled and slid, ground together and slopped apart, slipped into  and around and between each other as they rubbed into sweaty flesh. The women were becoming increasingly  frustrated as the battle dragged on without either gaining an advantage. Suddenly, Kate released Angie’s forearms  and, slipped her arms around Angie’s back. Angie immediately returned the grip. The women came together with 

another thick slap. They wrapped arms around each other’s naked back, both finding the best position for their  arms, and began to squeeze. 

Kate and Angie cried out together as they locked up in this mutual bearhug. I moved closer, intent on watching the  movement of their tits as they fused and mated. I was desperate to see that taut flesh crushing and struggling, to see  the moment when one of these beauties managed to out-tit the other. They were forehead to forehead and nose to  nose again, but their eyes were closed as they panted and groaned loudly into each other’s face. Angie was moving  her back from side to side, grinding her tits into Kate’s matching pair with all of the power of her back and torso.  Kate was moving slowly up and down, responding to Angie’s attack, grinding back. I could tell that the women’s  nipples were locked together and battling within their fused tits. It was thrilling to watch my fantasy become an  incredible erotic reality as both women used their dense, heavy, unbelievably beautiful tits to grind away at each  other. From what I could see, both sets of tits continued to resist equally; there was still no clear winner in sight. 

As they squeezed and undulated against each other harder and harder, Kate and Angie threw back their heads and  screamed in rage and effort. They twined their powerful legs, Kate’s olive colored flesh meshing and tangling with  Angie’s alabaster skin. Their legs shook with the tension as they locked. The struggling women were right next to  the bed and, after a brief, intense round of trying to throw one another, their interlocked bodies fell onto the  mattress. Kate ended up on top as the women’s limbs and bodies twined together even harder. They were now like  two mating snakes, so wrapped together that they appeared as a single double-hued mass of quivering, groaning,  sweating erotic flesh. From my angle, I could see their pulsing tits crushed head to head, nipple to nipple, forming  one thick, taut cleavage between the women. Kate was using gravity to thrust down with her tits onto Angie’s rack;  Angie was pushing back. The women’s tits began to slip and slide around and between each other. Their bodies  began to grind and thrust and slap together with greater force. I could see their naked bellies sliding and writhing  against each other, even as their massive tits continued their erotic war. The women’s legs thrashed, then knotted  together again. They squeezed each other with their arms but, occasionally, clawed and scratched at each other.  Angie and Kate were now resting cheek to cheek, their faces masks of concentration and pain as they pitted every  inch of their beautiful bodies against each other. Their moans and cries grew louder and more insistent. I could see  that their wet thongs were rubbing and wrestling too. Both women were starting to buck and thrust with their hips,  rubbing their hot pussies into each other. 

With considerable thrusting and grinding effort, Angie managed to roll their locked bodies, taking the top position  away from Kate. Once on top, she tried to use gravity as Kate had done, thrusting and pounding her taut orbs down  into Kate’s matching boobs, digging at each other’s tits with their sharp, tough nipples. Their bodies continued  writhing. Angie raised her face up so that she was staring down into Kate’s face; once again, the women glared at  each other intently as their bodies fought. They shared hot breath and gasping cries and occasional obscenities and  threats. I could see that they were completely absorbed in their battle, in a way that only absolute sexual rivals  could be. 

I could tell that constantly grinding and writhing and rubbing their slick flesh together was making both women  insanely hot for each other. Their grunts and groans were taking on a distinctly different tone. They were no longer  just cries of pain and effort; they were now cries of pleasure as well. 

Angie was on top of Kate, driving her tits and her belly down onto their counterparts on the dark-haired beauty.  Kate was thrusting and bucking back, rubbing her body into Angie with absolute determination, her arms locked  around Angie’s back, pulling my wife down on her body. The women were face to face, panting and groaning. I  

don’t know who did it first; they were already practically mouth to mouth. But one of the battling beauties touched  tongue to lips; I suddenly realized that the women were exchanging hard licks, that they were using their tongues on  each other. My excitement, already near a peak, somehow doubled in an instant. Then, Kate took one of her hands,  grabbed the back of Angie’s head, and pulled Angie’s face down to hers. Their lips sealed over each other and I  could see the intense tongue work going on within their inosculated mouths. For a moment, Angie resisted. I saw  her eyes open wide and an expression of anger and confusion cross her face. But it was gone in a moment. An  instant later, she had closed her eyes and was kissing back just as passionately as she was being kissed. For a few 

intense moments, the focus of the battle shifted from the women’s massive tits and slick bellies to their ravenous  mouths and tongues. 

They continued to grind against each other, but slowly and rhythmically, as the kissing went on and on. They began  pushing at each other with their crotches, slapping their wet thongs together more insistently. They finally broke  their lip lock, licking at each other, and glared, just as hateful as before. 

“Cunt to cunt, fucker,” Kate breathed at Angie. I could not believe what I was hearing, but I swear my dick put on  another two inches with those words. It certainly seemed on the verge of popping out of my pants. “Pedro deserves  to see my pussy destroy yours. He’ll be sticking his dick into my cunt for the rest of his days, he needs to know that  you are no match for me down there, either.” 

“You filthy fucking bitch,” Angie snarled, and for a moment I feared she would reject Kate’s invitation. But I did  not need to worry. All the time grinding tits and rubbing bodies and hating each other had created for both women  an irresistible need to conquer each other completely and absolutely. Their battle to see who was the better woman  could not just end with their tits. Their cunts had to devour each other too. 

Part 8 

As I’ve said before, I am a breast man. To me, breasts are the ultimate expression of a woman’s sexuality and  power. I would have liked the women to settle whose tits were better and stronger. But I think that Angie and Kate  had arrived at the maddening conclusion that their tits were too evenly matched, at least as sexual weapons, for  there to be a decisive victory. I suspect that they could have gone on grinding tit to tit – I think someone would have  won in the end. But the other fact was that these two beautiful women had been rubbing and writhing their nearly  naked bodies together for a long time, they had been attacking each other by crushing together their sexual organs  in a frenzy of rage and hate, and they were competing for me in a contest that, in the end, was really about which of  them was the better woman and more satisfying lover. It was inevitable that they would have to settle their rivalry  by finding other body parts to compete with. Their mouths, their legs and their pussies would all come into play. 

I decided it was time to pull these competitive wildcats off each other, and get them to reenergize their swollen  breasts and nurse their bruises before the next battle began with their hot pussies. As Angie and Kate released each  other carefully, Angie pulled her sweat soaked body off of Kate, I pulled Katie by her feet to the far side of the bed to get her away from Angie, and told them both to take a break and nurse their wounds. The women were  completely focused on each other, their eyes still locked. Angie sat back and quickly slipped her soaked thong off  her hips, and down her luscious legs. “Here, baby, hold these for me,” Angie called to me, her gaze never leaving  Kate’s eyes. She tossed me her wet thong. I caught the black lace and immediately held it to my face, burying my  nose in the pungent, intoxicating smell of my wife’s sex. 

Not to be outdone, Kate slowly removed her own pussy-soaked green thong over her muscular diamond-shaped  calves and over her manicured toes. “Here Pedro, do you think you can handle my sexy love juices? You’ll forget  you ever knew that slut!” She tossed me her wet panties and I was amazed at the pheromone filled aroma. It was  like a hypnotizing sweet and lavender scented musk, so alluring that I almost swooned. My first inclination was to  bury my face in Kate’s thong, but I could not do that in front of Angie without kissing my marriage goodbye. Kate  and Angie were watching me intently, waiting to see what I would do. I was trapped. But, in a sudden flash of  inspiration, I took Angie’s thong and knotted it together with Kate’s thong, tying the two sodden scraps together at  their crotches. 

Both girls released their glares in exchange of some well needed water that spilled over their thick lips, down their  immense cleavage and over their enormous sweaty breasts. Kate needed her tote bag, so I got it for her. In her high end Cottier bag she had beauty supplies, lipstick gloss, extra thong panties, lingerie, bras, skimpy tight tops and  various sex toys. Katie had an arsenal of stuff in her tote bag, as though she had done this before, or was simply  ready to get her fuck on anytime or anyplace. She pulled out her clean-up sanitized wipes and some luxurious 

coconut butter lotion for her lusterous olive skinned breasts. Katie used this time to moisturize her overwhelmingly  expansive DD breasts with generous amounts of buttery lotion, that made her skin glisson like big shiny slippery  melons. Her breasts swelled as she lathered herself up. 

Seeing this, Angie demanded that I get her some of her own special breast & body crème, so she could apply it to her equally swollen breasts, while kneading them back to life. She also wanted to cream up her pussy for her  upcoming battle. Both these felines used the time to turn me on even more by oiling up and showing off their  curves. Especially Kate, that continued to flirt by amorously pursing her lips and blowing kisses at me. 

“Would you like to oil me up, Pedro.” Katie cooed. “Not before he does me first!” Angie demanded. I went over  and started to rub Angie’s eager breasts, that she pushed out and stretched upwards to make them seem even bigger and rounder. She moaned and moved her pussy in small circles as I oiled up her big mounds. After a little more  time, Kate had had enough “My turn Bitch!” “ Pedro….my aching breasts need your strong hands to apply my  lotion, and you know how my breasts make you hard and excited!” I turned my attention to Kate as Angie shot  daggers. “Be careful my darling, or I’ll tear off you balls and feed them to that bitch! You had better not get erect!”  

Kate pointed her large areola headlights with their stiff erect nipples in my direction. “Rub these, baby. My tits are  so big and firm, do you like them, Pedro” She stared right through me with those starry brown eyes and my cock  just surged upward through my pants. Rubbing those breasts reminded me why my wife was so jealous of Kate. Her  skin was so smooth and yet firm. Her mounds rose up and quivered naturally at each touch. My nervous fingers dug  deep in to her plentiful orbs. Her boobs slipped through my fingers like a wet bar of soap and her hard nipples poked the center of my palms, making her pant harder.  

“Get your hands off her Peter and let’s get on with this catfight!” Angie hissed! She was growling like an underfed  ally cat, which only made Katie more encouraged. “Yes, Pedro.” As she gave me her mouth and slipped her tongue  through my open lips; her warm breath and her actively probing tongue flinted quickly around my mouth. “The  sooner I defeat this bitch, the sooner we can start fucking like two wild animals in heat!” 

Kate, moving with catlike grace and pushed herself into a sitting position. “May the best woman win,” I croaked. I  was unbelievably horny, but I knew that I could be ruining my whole future here. I did not know what else to do.  Obviously, I was trying to keep my options open and both women could see this. Kate was clearly ready for me to  commit to her; but Angie looked devastated. I understood this; she had the right to expect my loyalty, to expect me  to be rooting for her, my wife. I was obviously ambivalent about what I wanted. I did not know if my betrayal  would help or hurt Angie in her battle with Kate. Would it feed her rage and give her the power to overcome Kate’s  incredible sex? Or would it distract and demoralize her enough to cost her the fight? I decided it would help her; I  knew that Angie was a woman who could get very angry and I was sure her desire to make Kate pay for the pain  she was causing her would be enough to pull her through. I decided that this would be my argument if Angie won.  But I still wasn’t sure who I really wanted to win. 

The women turned their attention back to each other. Their glowing newly oiled skin glistening off their supple,  strong, flexing bodies, with huge breasts that were slick and shiny. 

“I’m going to destroy every inch of your fucking twat, you dirty whore,” Angie breathed, her eyes sparkling with  rage. “You keep coming on to my husband. That’s something I won’t forgive.” 

“You are pathetic, you redheaded skank,” Kate replied haughtily. “I am offering your husband a body that is clearly  superior to yours. And I’m going to prove that. My beautiful engorged pussy is going to suck your pink slit inside  out.” 

Angie did not reply. I think that she was too enraged to say anything more. Kate and Angie locked eyes and  prepared to destroy the other woman.

Slowly, they spread their legs to each other. Angie and Kate were both inclined towards wearing very tiny bikinis,  so it was not surprising that they were both sporting cunts that were shaved smooth and clean. But both women also had thick but short tufts of dense pubic hair directly at the top of their vulvas. I knew that Angie retained the tuft of  

bush because she was proud of her thick cunt fur and she actually regretted having to shave it. I suspect that Kate  probably had a similar reason for holding on to as much of her bush as she could. 

I moved closer so I could catch the whole thing with the recorder. Both women were incredibly wet. Their naked  pussies glistened with moisture and, as I watched, more clear liquid trickled out of Angie’s cunt. Kate smiled  dangerously at my angry wife and flexed her pussy, squeezing out some clear liquid of her own. I zeroed the  camera in on both women’s cunts, one at a time, recording every detail. My heart was pounding with excitement. 

“Do you see my beautiful pussy, you redheaded bitch?” Kate asked, smiling arrogantly. She placed her left hand on  her wet vulva and used two fingers to spread her wet pussy lips. Her thick, hard clit, popped free. The rosy red knob  seemed to be pulsing with power. 

“I’m going to use this to milk your little-girl cunt. I’m going to squeeze out every drop from your little twat. Then,  I’m going to use my cunt to milk your husband’s dick. I’m going to fuck his brains out, and you’re going to admit  that I am better than you, that I am the woman Pedro deserves.” 

Angie did not respond for a moment. Then, for the first time, she smiled, a dangerous predatory smirk. She reached  between her legs and spread her thick, juicy cuntlips, lips I had spent many a night licking and kissing and sucking.  Her red clit popped up, thick and hard, every bit as formidable as Kate’s clit. 

“Girl, I’m going to suck your filthy twat inside out with my cunt. I’m going to fuck your cunt off. You’re going to  be sorry you ever met me.” 

Kate smiled, her face a mask of feverish lust. The same look was reflected in Angie’s face. “All right, baby,” Kate sneered. “Let’s fuck this out. Let’s see which of us can stand up when we’re done.” 

Both women had started stroking their red, hot clits. I think that they were both so competitively aroused they were  not entirely aware of what they were doing. But now they placed their hands behind them and began to push their  bodies towards the center of the bed. They slid their bare legs over and under each other, rights over lefts. They  lined up their steaming, sopping cunts, their fuckslits perfectly aligned, their naked pussies dripping with sex juices.  Angie and Kate were panting hard, gasping with excitement and lust. Their eyes were locked. I had never seen so  much mutual hatred in my life. If they could have gone at each other with teeth and claws, I thought they would.  Hell, they still might! Then, signaling each other with their eyes, they drove their hungry cunts directly into each  other. 

Their wet cunts came together with a thick, delicious slap. I came in my pants as they made contact, as I saw cunt  juice spray away from the slick, wet impact. 

Both women threw back their heads and screamed at the ceiling. 

“FUCK! FUCK!!,”Angie shrieked. I could tell from considerable experience with her many sexual moods and  expressions that she was screaming with pleasure. 

“OH MY GOD!!,” Kate howled. She shuddered with the sensations. 

Struggling, their faces masks of agony, I could see Angie and Kate bring their bodies under control. Then, they  began to fuck in earnest. They began pounding and grinding their dripping cunts together, driving into each other as  hard as they could. With every thrust, the women grunted in unison. Their eyes were glazed with pleasure, but they  still kept glaring at each other, as though the sight of the other woman fed their mutual hatred and gave them the 

will to keep going. I could tell that this need to look each other in the eyes as they fought had become a measure of  their will. But I think that each woman also wanted to see the exact moment that she broke and beat and outfucked  her enemy. 

Angie and Kate kept grinding and pounding at each other. Both women seized the other woman’s thigh. Anchored,  holding tight, fitting together like meshed scissors, they rammed their cunts harder and harder, faster and faster. The  sound of wet flesh sucking and slapping filled the room, mingling with the women’s cries and grunts and groans.  They were both focused on driving as deep into the other as they could. 

I looked at the intersection of their bodies. I could see the buds of their hard clits rubbing and rubbing, red nubs  glued together in constant friction. As they fought, Angie and Kate’s massive tits bounced relentlessly. The women  threw their heads back, their hair thrashing. They moaned and groaned and screamed with pleasure. They kept  watching each other, their faces masks of rage and hate and pleasure as they snarled and cursed at each other. They  were hatefucking each other, in the truest sense of the term. 

Their pounding, grinding cunts sealed together. I could tell that they were trying to eat each other cunt to cunt,  trying to suck each other in and squeeze and overwhelm each other from the inside out. Kate reached out and seized  one of Angie’s bouncing tits. She squeezed and fondled Angie’s nipple. Angie immediately returned the grip,  filling her hand with as much of Kate’s heavy tit as she could fit in her palm, working the hard brown nipple. Both  women continued to brace their bucking, humping bodies with their remaining arm. 

Cunt juice was flowing freely from the women’s locked bodies. The bed sheet under their merged crotches was wet.  Their bellies flexed and rippled with effort. I had never seen two women fuck each other as hard as Kate and Angie  were fucking each other. It was absolutely intoxicating to watch. This was female competition and anger at its  rawest and most pure. What was happening now was even better than my best fantasies and I planned to enjoy  every second of it, no matter what happened in the end or who won. 

The women fucked mercilessly. They were grinding away at each other for some time, scissor-locked in ecstasy,  when Angie spread her legs wider and began to push herself up closer to Kate. Kate realized what Angie was doing.  In a moment, she started pushing herself to a sitting position too. The women spread their legs wide, then wrapped  their powerful legs around the other woman’s hips. They reached for each other and grasped each other by the  shoulders. Their arms snaked around the other woman’s back. They pulled each other in close, their cunts still  sealed and locked together. The women pressed their throbbing tits together. 

“Oh God,” Angie groaned as her hard nipples met and grated against Kate’s equally protruding nips. Then, Kate  and Angie pulled each other in tight. They cried out together as their tits crushed hard. They brought as much of  their flesh into direct contact as they could. Angie seized Kate’s round, rippling ass and held on, sinking her claws  into the firm olive skin. I watched as Kate returned the grip, grabbing both of Angie’s butt cheeks and squeezing,  them like two volley balls. 

“You fucking whore,” Kate whispered at Angie, “You cunt-sucking, cock-sucking twat.” “Dirty filthy fucker,” Angie groaned back. “Fucking bitch.” 

Their mouths locked together hungrily. I could see their tongues working frantically inside their mouths. Their  asses continued to roll, their hips bucked gently at times, harder at others, as they continued to devour each other  with their sealed, struggling cunts. Their heavy tits mated, crushing and taut once more. Their nipples were trapped  together within their dense tit flesh and I was sure that those sensitive probes renewed their war with each other too,  like every other part of Angie and Kate’s incredible bodies. 

They broke the kiss and rested their faces nose to nose, forehead to forehead. They closed their eyes, but they  shared breath, occasionally licking at each other, occasionally slipping into another luscious kiss as the fuck fight  raged on. They cursed each other, whispering obscenities at each other that I could barely hear.

Suddenly, Angie tightened her grip on Kate’s thrusting ass. 

“Oh, oh, ooohhh, Fuck, Fuuuuccccckkkkk!!,” Angie moaned out. She threw back her head, her eyes closed tight,  her face a rictus of pure sexual agony and raw pleasure. “Ooooohhhhh, Noooooo!, “ she groaned. Her body  spasmed and she clung to Kate’s fantastic body even tighter. She was experiencing a sudden and incredibly intense  orgasm. 

“Yeeeessss,” Kate forced at Angie, smiling her predatory grin. Kate sank her claws into Angie’s ass and pushed  hard, trying to force Angie over onto her back. “That’s it, cunt licker, come for me girl, show me how weak your  little pussy is, let me milk your cunt…” Kate bit at Angie’s chin, licking and sucking at Angie’s face. 

Angie continued to shudder and moan, but she managed to keep from being pushed over onto her back. She kept  her hips bucking and grinding. A gush of liquid flowed down from the women’s locked bodies to the bed. 

This is it, I thought. Angie was finally starting to lose. Kate had forced her to come first. I was not sure if that meant  that the battle was over. 

Angie seemed to regain her bearings and she glared sullenly into Kate’s smiling, triumphant face. She pumped hard  with her hips, meeting Kate’s continuing thrusts. Kate kept smiling in triumph, clearly delighted in having forced  Angie to orgasm. Suddenly, however, Kate’s eyes glazed over and she stiffened. 

“NNooo, noooo, Naaaaahhaannn…” Kate howled, struggling unsuccessfully to hold back an intense orgasm of her  own. 

Angie smiled and locked Kate into a tongue-tying kiss, forcing her tongue down Kate’s throat even as the raven haired beauty convulsed in ecstasy. Kate’s moans and cries of pleasure were swallowed up by Angie’s attacking  mouth. Angie pulled harder on Kate’s ass and tried to push her enemy over onto her back on the bed. Another gush  of liquid added to the wet spot on the bed as Kate’s cunt shared slick juices with Angie’s pussy. 

Kate shuddered and moaned and bit at Angie as her orgasm abated; Angie bit back. Panting, on fire with hate and  lust, the women resumed their cunt to cunt battle. They kept bucking and humping and grinding, as hard as they  could. I realized now that they planned to keep fucking until one of them just could not go on. 

They shared the next orgasm, both women breaking a probing kiss, then groaning and screaming out at the same  time, throwing their heads back to gasp and shriek at the ceiling. They tightened their grips around each other,  straining to make themselves one body even as they exploded together in shared ecstasy. I almost came again  myself. I could only imagine what kind of pleasure they were inflicting on each other as their clits stabbed and  rubbed continuously against each other, as their hot, hungry pussies squeezed and sucked at each other, their  massive tits and oversensitive nipples crushed tight. I could see their dense tits squashed and quivering against each  other, four meaty hunks of delectable flesh, struggling to destroy each other and succeeding only in causing both  women too much pleasure to bear. 

Angie and Kate continued fucking and fucking, panting and groaning, grinding and pumping, driving each other  crazy with lust and driving me out of my mind with desire. I did not know how much longer they could keep this  up. The end for one of them, maybe both, had to be near. But I prayed that they could somehow keep going. 

They orgasmed in unison again, shuddering and crying out with ecstasy, clawing and biting and kissing at each  other in the throes of their passion. It seemed as if their bodies had begun to synchronize with each other. As their  shared orgasm abated, Kate seemed to throw everything she had into another attack. She pulled hard on Angie’s tightened ass and pushed forward with all her strength. Angie was not expecting this; still caught in the aftermath of  the last orgasm, she was unable to withstand the pressure. Kate slowly pushed Angie over onto her back, finally  succeeding in mounting my wife. Angie resisted as best she could, but I could see the flash of fear in her eyes. She  knew that this could be the beginning of the end.

There was a thrashing of muscular legs ensued as the women struggled to rearrange their bodies, but it ended with  Kate’s bulging calf muscles forcing Angie’s succulent legs apart. Angie’s powerful legs twined through Kate’s.  Kate’s body was flat on Angie’s body; their bellies were crushed tightly, their massive tits were compressed  deliciously. Angie’s hands were still gripping Kate’s round, pear-shaped ass tightly, but Kate reached down and  grabbed Angie’s hands. Kate succeeded in interlocking her fingers with Angie’s fingers and pulled Angie’s arms  out to their sides. The women writhed and groaned, hand to hand. Kate pushed her cheek down on Angie’s, pinning  Angie’s head to the bed. Kate bore down, rubbing and grinding her powerful tits into Angie’s beautiful rack,  sliding her meaty cannonballs around and around and over and under Angie’s matching tit-meat. Angie writhed  back, meeting Kate’s beautiful tits with her own, and for a long time, I watched the delicious tit to tit fight that their  upper bodies were engaged in. Between their legs, Kate had spread Angie’s thighs and began sliding her hungry  cunt down onto Angie’s engorged twat. I repositioned myself so I could watch and record this battle. Angie tilted  her pelvis forward so that she and Kate had even better access to each other’s pussies. The women moaned in  concert as their thick vulvas squashed tight. Kate crushed her cunt down onto Angie’s twat, their soft labia melting  together, then began rubbing and grinding in a tight circle. Angie rotated her lower body in the opposite direction  and soon the women’s pussies were drilling together, occasionally breaking apart only to slap back together again.  Kate seemed to be driving her clit deep and hard into Angie’s fuck slit, she used her long clit against my wife’s cunt  trough, rubbing clits at the apex of each thrust before starting again. I watched Angie and Kate’s cunts pump into  each other, I watched the two gorgeous women writhe and grind every inch of their beautiful bodies together. Kate  locked Angie into another tongue-thrusting kiss and their moans and whimpers died down for a few moments as  they swallowed each other’s cries of passion. 

As I watched, their hungry pussies seemed to get a better, more solid grip on each other, locking and sealing  together, hot cunt lips flattening against each other. Kate’s ass began to pump harder, stronger. Their cunts rose and  fell in unison, sucked solidly into one. I could tell that their twats were eating each other, engaged in some kind of  feminine struggle that I could barely comprehend. Angie seemed to be on the losing end of this. Kate seemed firmly  in the saddle, so to speak, and seemed to be fucking my beautiful wife out of her mind. Their cries and moans  confirmed this. Angie’s screams and shouts of pleasure and agony grew louder and more frantic. Kate’s grunts and  groans of pleasure and effort grew more aggressive and violent. 

Angie broke Kate’s grip on her hands and seized Kate’s pumping ass with both hands. She fucked up against Kate  with all of her strength. Kate seized Angie’s ass in turn and bore down even harder. 

Angie stiffened, every muscle in her body going rigid; she pulled Kate as hard down onto and into her as she could,  then arched her back, lifting Kate off the bed. 

“Oh, FUUUCCCKKKK!!!,” Angie shrieked, her eyes closed, her face a mask of agony, her head thrown back as  she howled with what must have been the most intense orgasm of her life. At least, it was stronger than any orgasm  she had ever had with me, and we had been together for 10 years. 

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!,” Angie screamed, her body shaking and convulsing as she came with a torrential  gusher of cum. 

Kate tightened her grip on Angie and the two women began to buck and grind hard, Angie caught in the throes of  her incredible climax, Kate apparently determined to ride Angie to the end. 

“Fucking cunt, filthy whore, feel my clit, bitch, feel it!!,” Kate screamed at Angie. She forced her mouth back over  Angie’s, muffling Angie’s screams of orgasm. 

It was not long until Kate threw back her head and shouted out in orgasmic joy. Her eyes glazed over, her body  bucked and shuddered and she erupted in a shriek of sexual agony. Her pussy squirted like a hose, from what I  could see seeping out from the women’s locked cunts. The naked shaved-pussy beauty came hard, maybe as hard as  Angie.

The women gripped each other’s asses, riding each other in ecstasy, sharing and exchanging orgasms, shouting out  in pleasure, and grinding together so hard I was sure they would break each other or shatter the bed. The room filled  with the animal sounds and smells of two hot bitches fucking each other senseless. 

Still, it was clear to me that Kate had won the battle. 

The women lay together on the bed for a minute or so after the last orgasm had washed over them. They were  panting and groaning, Kate sprawled over Angie, their bodies tangled together, their tits and cunts pressed tight.  After a while, Kate rolled off of my wife. The women lay side by side, gasping, their magnificent bodies stretched  out next to each other. It was an almost overwhelming display of incredible female flesh. Their tits shuddered as  they gasped for breath, their wet pussies dripped with cum, their skin glistened with sweat. Red hair and black hair  mixed on the pillows. 

After another minute, however, something happened that I had not expected. Summoning strength from some  unknown reserve, Angie rolled over onto Kate, mounting her rival. She dropped her tits onto Kate’s massive rack,  she slid her cum-slicked cunt into place on Kate’s equally slick, slimed twat. Almost automatically, the women  twined their limbs together, locking each other in place. 

“We’re not done yet, cunt fucker,” Angie groaned at Kate, grabbing the other woman’s hands with her own and  interlocking their fingers. They squeezed each other’s hands, testing and challenging each other. Angie pushed  Kate’s arms out to their sides. 

“Oh, so you want more, bitch,?” Kate asked. Her voice sounded hoarse, but still strong. “Well come and get it,  whore. My cunt can take anything your little pussy can dish out.” 

“Baby, let’s fuck,” Angie snarled at Katie. Then, her mouth descended onto Kate’s lips. Kate opened her mouth and  received Angie eagerly. She spread her legs just as eagerly. Angie’s cunt locked into place on Kate’s twat. The  women began to grind and hump slow and hard, they kissed and sucked, their hands found each other’s shapely ass.  In moments, they were fucking hard, riding each other viciously, pounding together mercilessly. Once again, I  marveled at the power of their mutual hate and lust. 

Angie and Kate went at each other furiously, with more energy than I would have thought they had left. They  spread their legs and slapped their wet, open cunts together in ecstasy, pounding twats and grinding clits, pulling on  each other’s asses, until they finally sealed and sucked together in a series of pussy-splitting thrusts that locked their  hungry twats into one. They had to break their savage kiss in order to get much-needed breath, but they kept their  faces plastered together, nose to nose, forehead to forehead, eyes locked in absolute hatred. They licked at each  other’s tongues and lips when they were not gasping and moaning and struggling to whisper obscenities at each  other. Soon, however, the pleasure that they were inflicting on each other grew too great. They closed their eyes  and pressed cheek to cheek as their cries of pleasure became inarticulate moans of ecstasy. Their perfect tits were  squashed tight between their bodies and I delighted in watching the compressed, meaty orbs pump into each other,  in rhythm with the women’s pumping asses. Their nipples must have been stabbing deep into their dense tit-flesh. 

Angie and Kate were fucking like this for some time and I marveled that they were able to hold out so long against  what must have been incredible sensations of pleasure. I could see from the intersection of their cunts that their  swollen clits had been fencing and grating against each other for almost the whole time. Once again, their cunts  were eating each other. I could see their pussies quivering and trembling as they sucked at each other. It was now  Angie’s turn to use her dominant position to long-clit Kate’s hot, wet fuck trough. 

Their cunts rammed and splatted together, clits grinding and sliding. From their cries, I could tell that Angie and  Kate were riding each other up the pleasure curve to another incredible orgasm. Their fingers dug into each other’s  pumping ass. The women’s cries grew more desperate and angry. 

“Fuck, fuck you, whore!,” Kate gasped.

“Cunt, filthy fucking cunt!,” Angie gasped back. 

The women pulled their heads to each other and locked into another savage kiss. I could tell that the end was near  for one or both of them. They were on the verge of orgasm, their bodies trembling as Angie and Kate both strained  to keep from coming. 

Angie began thrusting, grinding her twat down onto Kate’s twat with deep, powerful, cunt-splitting hunches. It was  clear that she was desperate to finish off her black-haired rival before she tipped over the edge. Kate drove herself  back up against Angie’s attacking cunt. The women’s pussies continued to squeeze and eat at each other, twat to  twat. It was awe-inspiring to watch these two gorgeous women struggle to devour and destroy each other pussy to  pussy. It was the ultimate contest of woman to woman, two beautiful bitches destroying and ravaging each other  with the power of their tits and cunts. 

Angie and Kate broke their kiss and threw back their heads. They moaned as one, cries of sheer agony. Their faces  were twisted in pain as they fought to control themselves, their eyes were shut tight, their cunts were locked  together like vises, wrestling and squeezing and struggling to consume each other. I imagined what their clits were  doing to each other, sealed tight within their battling cunts. Their tits were crushed tight, four meaty orbs holding  each other in quivering tension. 

“Oh, Ohhhhhhhh, FUCK!!,” Kate screamed. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!,” she howled. Her whole body convulsed  powerfully. She must have come like a geyser because moments later hot cum begin to trickle from the tight seal of  the women’s sucking cunts. Kate bucked hard, her hips lifting Angie off the bed as Kate jerked and twisted in  ecstasy. 

Angie kept the pressure up, continuing to drive her pussy down into Kate’s gushing cunt. But only moments later,  Angie let go. She screamed in pleasure and came with excruciating force. She pumped her ass hard and I imagined  she was pumping a gusher of her erupting cum down into Kate’s willing and waiting fuckhole. Again, the women’s  locked cunts leaked pussy juices. Their bodies trembled and shuddered and they bucked and ground themselves  together, twining their legs and arms, holding tight as they rode each other to the finish. 

“God, oh God, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” Angie cried. 

The women clung to each other, sealing together in another desperate kiss. Their bodies continued to shudder as  orgasm after orgasm rippled through them. They were pleasuring each other into submission and I realized that  whoever survived this final, multi-orgasmic fuck-fight would probably be the winner. 

Kate looked at me, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, her mouth lolling as another orgasm took her. 

“Pedro…,” she moaned. Then her eyes rolled back into her head and closed as she passed out, finally overwhelmed  by the pleasure suffusing her body. 

Angie collapsed on top of Kate, her body shuddering and straining as she milked the last drops out of Kate’s cunt,  as she rode out her final orgasms. 

For a few minutes, the women lay together on the bed. I watched them, putting the recorder on pause while I  waited. My body was vibrating with sexual tension. I had lost track of the number of times I had cum myself while  I had watched this incredibly erotic battle. 

Angie and Kate had fucked each other into unconsciousness. I did not want to interfere. Whoever woke first would  probably be the winner. Even as this thought crossed my mind, Angie stirred. With a moan, she rolled herself off of  Kate’s prone body. The women’s cunts overflowed with pussy juice that came gushing out as they separated. Kate  remained unconscious, clearly exhausted by the sexual warfare she and Angie had waged on each other.

After another minute, Angie rose unsteadily to sit up on the bed. She looked at me with a dazed look. Then, she  gestured to me. 

“Come here and fuck me, Peter,” she ordered, her voice was still hoarse. 

“WAAAIITT!”! Kate whaled, opening her eyes and crawling to her knees desperately trying to break us up. “We  have another contest before you can declare yourself the winner of this battle, you Bitch!” Kate was still reeling  from passing out. She struggled to get out her ultimatum. “Since we are fighting for Pedro’s Love (Peter’s Love,  Angle intersected!). Whatever…We need to decide which one of us really gets his motor running and his wonderful  cock hard!” We need to decide which one of us can get him off with our month, by giving him the biggest blowjob  cum shot and organism!” 

“Are you kidding me? Angie couldn’t believe what she was hearing from this beaten bitch. “I have sucked Peter off  so many times, that he can hardly hold from blowing his cum shot before I even touch his cock!” You think you can  bring him to organism better than me, you washed up beaten piece of shit!” 

“Pedro is the one that wants ME!” Kate interceded. “You two have been having organisms over the mere thought of  me. You can’t have sex without me being in the middle of your sexual fantasies! You two wanted this catfight to  keep your miserable marriage going! Without my incredible sex appeal, Pedro, your Peter, would not even get it up  for you!” (True Dat! I thought) 

“You stinking whore!!” Angie retorted. “I’m more sexually charged than you could EVER-HOPE-TO-BE! I just  beat your WORTHLESS tits & ass with my amazingly HOT strong, ample breasts and muscular tight body!”  

“No! YOU DID ENT!” Kate snapped, as she staggered up to her knees and got her strength going again. You never  beat my Breasts! My breasts pounded yours and still look better. My tits are firmer and bigger than your tits or nipples will ever be! (As she threw them out in Angie’s face) (Angie immediately responded by arching her back  and thrusting out her own magnificent breasts) I made you cum first and you had to cheat to get your tongue and  clit back IN ME after I BEAT YOU! All you are is a pussy licking LESBIAN!!  

YOU FUCKNG BITCH!! DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME A LESBIAN, YOU DESPERATE BEAT TO FUCK  WHORE!! Angie was furious at her nasty rival’s insinuation. 

“Yeah, YOU’RE A PUSSY SUCKING LESBIAN!” Kate retorted. “IT’S NO WONDER YOU LIKE IT SO  MUCH! ”I came here to take your man; I could care less about your smelly cunt!! I’m not a pussy licker!! I love  incredible hunky MEN! Men with big cocks that need to be sucked, licked, devoured and blown!! I steal these men,  because their women can’t satisfy them the way I can!! I want to suck Pedro’s cock and then fuck him till he can  take no more, and then fuck him again, like the Wild Banshee Breast Queen I am! 

Katie, saying this to a woman every bit her equal, or more, made me dizzy! Kate was calling Angie out to have a  Blowjob competition, something that Angie has mastered over and over again on my cock. Kate wants to goad her  into a contest just to get her hands and month on my aching huge 8 ½ inch cock! Was she crazy or desperate, or just  being cagey! I was just hoping that Angie would still want to fight her in the most intimate way……..with HER  MAN! 

Okay, Okay! Peter, do you…..would you….could you ever let this little whore suck your dick?!” I tried to talk, but  nothing came out…..What? Oh, I don’t…..Kate stepped on my words. “He WANTS ME!! He sucked my nipples in our Frisbee fight, I’ve given him passionate kisses many times, already, and I started to suck his cock in the car on the way over….YOU WHAT?!!! Angie was so overwhelmingly furious! After all this catfighting and putting up  with this bitch’s antics, now she has to put up with this bimbo’s succulent lips on her man’s cock!! PETER!! If you  allowed this TRAMPY SLUT to even TRY to suck your COCK, I will GET A KNIFE and CUT IT OFF and  HANG IT ON MY WALL!!

Angie leaped toward Peter slapping him in his face over and over and trying to kick his ass, suddenly Katie stepped up grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back. Then, Kate whispered in Angie’s ear!! “You want to win your  man and beat me, then you have to meet my challenge. You are jealous of me and Pedro (HE”S PETER, Bitch!!)  Pedro wants ME! The sexual tension is huge when our bodies touch in any way. He’s thinking of me all the time.  He wants me with every inch of his throbbing cock. You won’t kill him. You want to please him and fight for him,  because YOU NEED HIM! You can’t stand me because I came into your lives with my incredible sexual presence  and my well stacked body! I’ve made it impossible for Pedro (PETER & FUCK YOU!) I have what he wants and  you don’t!! Are you woman enough to accept my challenge, or do I walk out of here and simply force your man to  leave you to seek me out every day and every night until I finally give in to him, by showing him everything I have  to give him?!” (I had to admit, Kate is just so sexy and HOT!) 

Angie breaking loose from Kate’s arm hold, swings around and smacks her so hard, she falls sprawling on the floor.  While standing over her, Angie says, “You don’t have anything in that scrawny body that I can’t give Peter 10  times over and to prove it, we will have this contest!” “I’m going to make you cry, when you lose and then I will  fuck Peter right in front of you and make him cum in your face, as a going away present!” Peter thought:  (Honestly, I don’t think I can cum that much more today!) “Clean yourself up Bitch and get my pussy cum off of  your face.” Angie insulted Kate again, for good measure. 

“Alright, I’ll clean up and ready myself for Pedro’s cock. I’ll even let you go first Angie, since he’s ready to cum at  any second. If you can’t make him cum, then he’s not man enough for me anyway. The Girl that gets him off fastest  and best wins the contest and the rivalry!! And the bragging rights to everyone in our circle! Kate was so sure of  Pedro’s attraction to her, that she knew she could drive him to crazy ecstasy! She was younger and fresher and he  wanted HER, SO MUCH!! Angie will not believe what I have in store for her man, Katie assures herself. 

The women retreated to separate bathrooms, each slamming the door. Kate had her tote bag full of tricks and Angie  had her fury to drive home her message. Angie can suck chrome off of a tailpipe. Kate doesn’t have a chance  against a mouth to mouth suck-off with Angie! NO WAY!! I Peter/Pedro, will probably be dead at the end of this  contest, but I’m making sure to set up the camera just to make sure I capture this. It will be AMAZING!!! 

Angie came out first from the bathroom with her sexist lowcut red satin push up bra and thong. The bra snuggled  and surrounded her huge boobs and pointed them upward. The satin was of shear thin fabric and was pushed to its  limit with her hard nipples forcefully pointing straight out. She had cleaned her face removing all the sweat and  grime from the Breast & Pussy Battles. Her make-up made her look like a Victoria Secret Model, but with better  Breasts! She somehow brought her glowing red hair back from being matted and knotted. It shimmered in the light and hung down past her shoulders and whipped around whenever she turned her head in her flippant way. She wore her strappy Lulus sandals that were strung across her seductive feet and tied around her glossy red polished toes. She had oiled her legs so they glistened and I could barely hold the cum in my dick just looking at her, but I had to  at least get some action from her before I shot my load.  

Kate walked out in a black latex pop-out bra, that allowed her to show off her large areola and thick firm one-inch  nipples. The shiny black latex bra crisscrossed her 34DD Boobs holding them in perfect position using a series of  black strands and round gold rings. The multi stranded bra started around her neck then flaring out around her  breasts. The strands entwined over and under her breasts where they attached to a gold ring. More strands held the latex wrapped around her torso in the tightest possible way, so that every inch of her upper body was held in check.  The shiny bands wrapped around to the center of her back in a tight interlocking clasp that had three clips holding  the wide latex corset in place. She wore a matching black latex-rubber G-string thong, that was glued to her barely  covered pussy like it was painted on. Her camel toe engorged pussy was in plain view. Her hair was pulled back  into a tightly rolled bun, so that she had nothing blocking her face or her mango-glossed lips. On her feet she wore strappy Grecian-style lace-up sandals that entwined up her legs and strained against her chiseled calves. Those taut straps were clinging to her calves and legs in the sexist way possible. She was a dominatrix in a most erotic  incarnation.

“Well, it takes a slut to dress like a slut.” Angie said as insultingly as she could muster. Kate just held her tits and  pointed them at me. “Here I am Pedro. Save as much cum as you can for me!” “You won’t regret it!” 

Angie was pissed off and you could see it in her deep green tortuous eyes. She didn’t like her competition and was  determined to get her man to blow his big load and get him off quickly to make Kate look like an amateur. She  wouldn’t have anything left to suck off. She would dominate her Peter and make him blow his load, so that Kate  would be fucked and not in a good way. 

Angie wasted no time coming on to me, as she slowly pulling off my T-Shirt off over my head and caressed her  man’s chest. She kissed and licked my nipples bringing them to attention as she worked her way up my upper body  to my neck, rubbing her magnificent Breasts and Nipples against me. She wrapped her hands around my neck as  she lightly sucked and kissed the areas of my neck to arouse me. Angie moved on to my ears where her tongue slid  inside and circled around my inner ear, while she blew sweet nothings into my horny brain, that made my knees  weak. She was leaving her glossy cherry lipstick imprint everywhere she kissed and eventually she slid her lips  over my month, where she slowly forced her tongue into my month and gave me the kind of warm hot kiss that  only a wife could give her man. She licked, sucked and kissed my month to show off her kissing skills. Her  sensuous lips and tongue were working their charm and I was about to fall down from my knees getting weak.  Angie pulled away from my mouth like we were stuck together with glue, while her lip gloss clung to my lips, and her knee pushed into my throbbing groin. 

Kate was satisfied to lay on the bed with her legs in the air while she added more coconut oil to her luscious thighs,  legs, calves and feet. Then, she would work the coconut oil into her tight abs, upper torso, areolas, nipples, breasts  and arms. All the time stretching out her body like she was getting ready for a gymnastics championship. She was  supper flexible and she could pull her legs all the way back behind her ears with ease. She was toying with me  while Angie was busy trying to seduce me. Angie wanted my undivided attention, but Kate was giving me a flexy  sexy show that I had to look at, because she was so muscular, while still being so lithe and agile. She was a  dominate gymnastic goddess. 

Angie made her way down to my jockey shorts and let my throbbing member out of containment. With a huge  THWANG, my cock shot up to expose 8 ½ inches of hard manhood. Kate just stared with her mouth open seeing  my full penis for the first time and Angie just threw a look over to Kate, as if to say, “You have no idea what you’re  getting yourself into.”  

Angie started slowly licking my shaft at my balls. She cupped my balls and licked them while she carefully licked  up my long hard shaft to the head of my penis. Angie did this a couple of times and if she didn’t stop I was going to  cum and be done. Angie knew what was going on and wrapped her month around the head of my cock. She  devoured the circumcised helmet of my dick and gently but firmly applied suction. She slowly made her way down  my dick as far as she could go, sucking and licking her heart out as she engulfed my throbbing manhood. She got  halfway down my shaft and kept going. When she reached six inches she gagged up some spit and made guttural  sounds while she forced herself to go as far down my shaft as she possibly could. Her tongue was working  overtime, while she came back up for air, spit on my cock and licked circles around my cockhead. Her head bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down pumping my cock into different sides of her hot mouth, as Kate watched  and diagnosed Angie’s technique to see if her competition had what it takes.  

Angie sucked so my cock hard that my eyes were about to pop out of my head. I started to groan and Angie knew I  was about to cum hard. She bit down on the rim around the head of my penis as she licked my shaft and BANG!! I  came all over her face!! Cum shot into her eyes and into her hair. She grabbed my cock and stroked it hard, until  every drop came out. She wasn’t going to leave anything for Kate. The entire BJ lasted about 5 minutes. Maybe not  even that long. Angie was the sucking queen! She wrapped her arms around my waste and rubbed my cock on her  bulging Tits! Angie stood up and sneered at Kate, while dropping my deflating dick. 

“You’re up, loser!! Nothing left for you. He just blew his whole load in no time at all. He can’t get enough of me!”  Angie bragged as she strutted over to Kate and stared down over her lounging body on the bed. “You should leave  now, before you embarrassed yourself, slut!!” 

“Well, I WILL need a little time to get him going again, but that shouldn’t take too long.” Katie cooed. Then Angie  Challenged Kate. “He won’t get his dick back up for your blow-up doll outfit, he needs a real woman not a blow-up  toy!” Angie got into Kate’s face and then spit on her. “You’re done, Whore!” Kate stretched her limber busty body  and bounced gracefully out of the bed and stood up on her amazing oiled and muscled legs with her Breasts right up  against Angie. She wiped off the spit and pushed it in Angie’s face, while she slammed Angie’s perky nipples with  

her own nipples and breasts, knocking Angie back hard against the bedroom wall, “It’s not over till it’s over, you  sorry cock-sucking bitch!!” Angie leapt up and tried to punch Katie in the mouth with her curled up fist. She only  managed to graze Katie’s cheek while Katie took her hard, toned left leg and kneed Angie hard in her gut. The kick  took all the air out of her. I intervened to restrain Angie before she could collect herself and retaliate again against  Kate.  

“I don’t want any interruptions during my show, so tie her up or you can use my handcuffs.” Katie walked over to  her tote bag and pulled out her muff lined pink handcuffs and told me to put them on the Bitch! Angie wanted to  continue the fight, but I said, “Look Angie, Fair is Fair. Whether you like it or not Katie gets a chance to suck my  dick without you starting a fight!” Angie looked up and said, “You better not cum. Don’t you dare cum on her or I  will cut off your cock and stuff it up your ass!” Well, that was a hard-on killer! Kate really has a tough row to hoe,  to get me off, now. 

“Can we put a gag on that nasty mouth?” Kate interrupted. “I’ve got one and I’m going to put it on her.” Katie  demanded. “She’s not allowed to interfere. I didn’t.” Kate wrapped the gag around my Angie’s mouth, while Angie  tried to bite her hands off. “Stop biting, bitch!” as she got the gag in Angie’s mouth without Angie biting her. Angie  decided to bring her leg up into Kate’s cunt with a vicious kick, but Kate’s amazing thighs closed and caught her  kicking leg. Kate then used her strength to pick up and push Angie onto the bed and pull her legs back and over her  body; all the way back to her head. Katie positioned herself on Angie’s struggling legs like a Pro Wrestler. Kate  pulled out some rope she had from the back of her thong and tied Angie’s legs while she kicked and struggled for  her life! I watched as Katie’s amazingly firm legs overpowered my Angie. She held her legs between her rock-hard  thighs and cinched Angie’s legs tight. She finally had Angie bound and gagged. With her arms and legs constrained  Angie’s Tits were forced out to the limits of her bra, It looked like her huge breasts would pop out of her overmatched satin bra at any minute. Kate threw Angie up on the bed and told her to shut the fuck up and watch. 

I couldn’t believe it. Watching Kate handle Angie that way and then tie her up was such a turn on. Suddenly, there  was some movement inside my shriveled-up member. Kate totally dominated my wife, wearing her latex bra and  panties. With her Grecian sandals tightly laced up her legs and calves, she looked like a Greek Goddess. Her  Breasts stood out at least 6 inches and her nipples were rock hard as they pointing at me. Katie was becoming  excited that she finally had her man in front of her. 

She walked slowly toward me, moving her shoulders side to side as her breasts swayed. She grabbed my arms,  overpowering me with her incredibly firm breasts and nipples that were held in place with her bra’s strong latex  bindings. Now, she launched her torpedo tits into my chest, so I could feel the strength of her nipples rubbing  against me. “Pedro, I want you so much and now I’m going to pleasure you the way a man should be pleasured in  the most erotic way……. a way that only I can perform.” Katie jumped up and wrapped her strong sexy legs around  my waste. She brought her nipples up to my mouth. “Suck my nipples Pedro, like you did inside the waves in the  ocean, when I was fighting to get at your wife.” No problem. I gobbled her nipples inside my mouth and worked  my mouth and tongue around her firm flexible nipples, measuring them with my tongue, as I did at the beach. She  pushed them into me and pulled them back out, over and over again. She smothered me with her loving bosom and  she showed me why she had the sexiest rack in the universe. I was the one sucking her off and I loved it. After  some tit sucking, Katie bent down and bit my lower lip aggressively while rammed her tongue eagerly down my  throat. Her lips were so full, so wet, so slippery from her Mango-flavored lip gloss. Her tongue was long and  talented, as she worked her tongue around my tongue and twirled it around and around. Then, she started sucking 

my tongue, like she was sucking a dick. She was starting to drive me crazy with her tongue and her wet kisses. She  sucked the blood off of my lip and licked her salt into my wound. It burned, but made my dick get a little harder.  

Kate undid her scissor hold on my waste, and stepped down and backed away from me. She then took her right leg  and threw it straight up against my shoulder. While holding her leg perfectly in place at full length, she untied her  intertwined black latex wraps and slid them down while pushing them over her muscled calves and arched feet.  “Feel my leg Pedro. Run your hands over my perfect leg, my calves and my thighs, all the way up to my latex thong  patch, push my patch aside and slide your fingers into my wet pussy. While I was stroking Kate’s amazing leg and  fingering her wet pussy, Angie was making noises through her gag in angry protest. After a minute, Kate brought  her leg down while perched high on her toes and like a ballet dancer. She skillfully slipped off her sandal while  doing a little pirouette so she could face Angie. “Shut up, bitch! Kate sneered, as she walked over, hopping on the  bed and slapped Angie hard across the face. Paybacks are a bitch, bitch!” Wait till you see the rest of what I’m  going to do with MY PEDRO!”  

Kate jumped off the bed, came back at me and skillfully stretched her left leg up onto my shoulder. She started  untying her latex straps with one hand while using her other hand to tug at my cock that was now starting to make a  huge comeback. I took the rest of her straps off her nimble dancer’s foot myself and pulled off her strappy sandal. I  threw it to the floor and now Kate was leaning up against me barefooted. She continued to work my cock in her  hand until she was satisfied with the reasonable hardness. “Now Pedro. I’m going to straddle your waist with my  legs and pull myself up, so hang on to me.” Katie did a handstand with surprising ease and strength, and intertwined  her legs around my ribcage, so that she faced away from me, with her well-formed Ass Cheeks in full view. Her tits  were pointing toward my cock with her nipples flicking against my dick shaft. It was crazy how strong and flexible  she was in this unorthodox position.  

It was too tempting seeing her round firm ass sticking up toward my face, so I slapped her right butt cheek with my  open palm. “Ouch! Do it again, Pedro!” I whipped my hand down on her protruding buttocks again and her cheeks  reddened and tightened. “Do it again, again, again and again!” I was playing bongos on her incredibly sexy ass, slapping at her upturned cheeks with a purpose and she was taking everything I gave her. Meanwhile, her breasts  and nipples flicked against my cockhead, while she enclosing her tits over my enlarging cock. She was tit fucking  my cock while bouncing up and down. Up and down, up and down she bent as she flung her torso like a trapeze artist. My cock was nestled inside her big-breasted cleavage as she continued to bounce. Once my dick started to grow in between her breasts, it began to rise and hit her in the mouth. Katie opened her mouth and my engorged  cock flew through her lips and settled inside her wet eager mouth with her tongue rolling over my slick shaft.  

Katie stopped bouncing for a minute while she carefully sucked and licked the head of my cock. Then, inch by inch  she worked her way down my cock shaft. Six inches, Seven inches and finally Eight full inches of my cock was filling up her mouth and sliding down her throat. She sucked my thick pole all the way down to my balls. Her  tongue came out of her mouth and she licked my balls while she continued to suck on my rock-hard cock. She had  no gag reflex and my complete cock was a prisoner inside her hot saliva filled mouth and throat. Now, she bounced  again, slid my cock up and down her throat, sucking my dick while boomeranging up to release my throbbing penis. Then, she would come down again, dripping saliva from her mouth as she flew through the air, engaging her mouth on my cock and sucking it all the way to my balls. She was amazingly talented as she spring-boarded up and down with the grace of a pole dancer. 

I glanced over at Angie and there were tears in her eyes and anguish on her face, as she stared helplessly at her  rival’s beautiful gymnastic body bending so effortlessly. Angie could never have taken my entire cock in her mouth  on her best day. Now, not only was Kate sucking my entire cock, she was doing it in the most excitingly sexual  erotic way. Kate’s control was astounding as she used her incredible abdominal muscles to pull herself up and off  my penis and then landing on it while sucking it all the way down her throat. Her huge breasts were banging my on  my crotch area and thighs, it was wild and Katie was wildly driving my cock into an explosion of record-breaking organismic proportions. I eventually gave way to exploding a huge amount of cum right into her full mouth. I  slowly fell to the floor, releasing her legs and leaving Kate gently laying in a 69 position all the way down on my 

cock. Her mouth buckled and spasmed from all the cum going down her throat, but she held on tight and took all  the cum inside her mouth while swallowing it. 

Katie finally took her mouth off my penis, swung around like she was on a balance beam and landed her pussy right  on top of my still throbbing cock, while her legs held her perfectly in place. Her pussy engulfed my dick and 8 ½ inches went horizontally into her pussy inch by inch, as she ever so slowly eased down on my cock until all of it  was stuffed into her tight wet pussy. “Oh, Pedro, you have hit my 2 ½ inches of virgin territory inside my engorged  pussy. Now, I will clamp down and make you come in my pussy one more time.” Her kitty was so tight and grasping my cock so hard, that the tension was unreal. Her wetness was all over my cock, giving me another  extraordinary sensation that I had never had before! She was squeezing me back to another organism. As Katie  bounced up and down on my cock, she reached out for my neck, pulled me over and gave me slobbering wet mango kisses with her tongue darting in and out of my mouth. I grabbed and fondled her heaving huge breasts, that were  now straining her latex bra to the point where the bands were overstretched and starting to snap. I was holding on to her bouncing and bugling tits with my hands and fingers like a cowboy holds on to a bucking Brahma Bull. I was  tweaking her nipples as she grimaced and kept bouncing on my penis with reckless abandon.  

We were in perfect unison, with her bouncing and me pushing my penis so deep into her pussy that she moaned  from pleasure and pain. No one had ever gone this deep inside her and she squeezed and squeezed until I somehow  erupted into another gusher of love cum into her tight twat! I can’t believe that I was ever able to come this much in  one day. She settled her tight prominent ass on my pulsing cock and fell forward into my heaving chest and arms.  Her enormous breasts expanded across my entire chest and her rapid accelerated breathing pushed her thick nipples  into my sweaty chest hair. We both laid in each other’s arms in complete exhaustion. Where did Katie get all this  energy, even after Angie had fought her into a complete collapse from their battles? Katie was insatiable for my  body and my sex. She would do anything for me and she had pleased me in ways I could never imagine. As I  looked over at Angie, her head was down in a pillow crying. She had tempted a temptress and the over developed  voluptuous minx took her husband to his sexual ecstasy. There was no doubt who had satisfied their man better and  more completely. 

Katie walked over to Angie, who was lying there tied up and helpless. “Well Bitch, I WIN!! I won with my hot  sexy body and I won with my amazing sexual presence. I’m in your head, now. I have been in your head since the  first day you laid your eyes on my incredible body and my beautiful DD breasts. I out dressed you in our  competitions for attention. I out maneuvered you in our contests of strength, and I out performed you when it came  to stealing your man. You tried hard but your Breasts are only second best and the rest of my body can beat yours  any day of the week!! Just try to save your marriage, now! I have your man and you have your thoughts of me  forever planted in your brain. You will never be more of a woman than I am. With that, she slammed her overly abundant firm Breasts into Angie’s face one more time for good measure. 

The next day I packed up and left Angie for my new soulmate. Would Angie hunt us down and find a way to take  me back from Katie. For now, who knows.  

The End

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