Amber “Little Miss Alpha”
After hours at the gym, working out side-by-side, pushing each other. Motivating each other to spend every ounce of energy we had, we made it home. Home and to our loving husband Jordyn, who we then decided to lavish with attention despite our state of utter disrepair.
Using our bodies, breasts, mouths, and red hot pussies to please. Together and then separately, as the other watched and enjoyed. It was a desperate, naughty, passionate session of sex that would have ended with us curled up together in a threesome, sleeping soundly, with smiles clinging to our faces.
But instead, because of an inartful comment by the man between us, we are here. Chest to chest in the living room. Leaning in — pressing into each other, without a stitch of clothing on, glaring. Not hatefully, but still with fire in our eyes. The jealousy that is so quick to stir between us having been ignited and then fanned by each of us, even as Jordyn tried to calm us down.
“He might be our husband, and this might be our house, but when it comes to tits, Steph — I am the QUEEN. I just think you should admit that, so we can go to sleep.” I snarl, bending my neck to the side as I watch the newly lit fireplace reflect in your eyes.
“Stunning” Steph
The two of us spending a few hours at the gym, it’s 24/7 so we can turn up whenever we want, often enjoying an evening after we’ve eaten, Jordyn home with Salem.
We love each other but we’re both competitive, neither wanting to be seen as weak, neither wanting the other to be in far better shape than the other, as such we both push one another directly and indirectly. Getting to the point where both of us are struggling, our workout gear visibly wet with sweat. Driving back home, before getting washed up, letting Jordyn taste the effort we’ve put in, we both want to please him, neither of us at our best in bed, we’re both exhausted but we give everhing we’ve got to Jordyn and secretly but not so secretly he loves the fact that in this state he can overpower the both of us together, feeding his ego, he’s the alpha male, the head of the family despite the fact that we operate as a genuine trio, all equal, all as important.
Then in the heat of the moment he says something, just a little comment, nothing even that bad but knowing us as well as he does he instantly knew it was a mistake and that there would be consequences, his mind being just a fraction of a second too slow to catch it, his mind elsewhere, on our sexy sweaty bodies, on our heaving breasts.
Now we’re together, chest to chest, staring at one another, pressing together, we’re exhausted, hours at the gym some hot sex with Jordyn, our muscles screaming for rest, but we can’t. This needs settling.
“Your tits are great Amber but we both know, we all know… don’t embarrass yourself, it’s my tits that hold all of this together, just admit it, this one time, just say it and we can go back to normal and rest.” I’m not yelling, but there is an edge to my voice, I’m not playing around.
Amber
On the couch Jordyn watches us in his boxers. His dick already hardening at the sight of us, though we had beaten into absolute submission before this showdown began. And though he looks on, he is worried. His lips open, as he tries to find the words to fix what he has broken. To salve the wound he has opened between us.
And though he searches for the words and a way, we are lost to him. Leaning into each other more and more as every second passes. Our primal need to compete with each other and for Jordyn blinding us to all else in the world.
A state of complete, laser-like focus despite our utter exhaustion, that worsens when you speak. Challenging me, just as I did you, but somewhere in your words I hear a truth that makes me fume. Your tits are what holds us together…. The comment is like poison in my veins. Tearing me apart from the inside as I process and then try to respond.
“Everyone loves your tits Steph. Everyone thinks your the bustiest little princess they’ve ever seen. And though yours might be bigger, mine … are better….” I hiss as you see how deeply your words have cut me, playing directly into my own insecurities. A pain that turns into action as suddenly my arms wrap around your lower back, and then grab at the wrist. “Right here, right now.”
Steph
Our foreheads resting together, the pair of us already breathing heavily, panting in one another’s faces, your warm breath washing over my face and mine yours.
Jordyn watching but we made it clear to him already, this doesn’t concern him, he can watch… he needs to watch… but he isn’t to interfere this is between us, we have to settle it, it’s the only way forward, we can’t both be equals here, there needs to be an alpha and a beta, no matter how far this has to go in order to decide it, we’re both committed, neither can back down and we wouldn’t even if we could.
You concede my breasts are bigger and I instantly feel something deep within me, it’s like I’m… vindicated but then you tell me although mine are bigger it’s yours that are better and my positive feelings are crushed deep within my gut, something else rising in their place “ugh, what makes you think your smaller tits are better than my bigger tits Amber? Tell me, shall we ask Jordyn who has the better breasts?” then I want to hurt you… I want to cut you deep so I add in a whisper “we don’t need to ask him do we… we both know who owns his favourite tits” It’s a cuntish thing to say but you’ve hurt me, badly, you know I have self esteem issues, you know my greatest fear is that all I’ve got going for me is my tits and you of all people are trying to take that away… over my dead body!
“You want to get embarrassed that’s fine by me” I say adding a breast shove “do something with your itty bitty titties”, in truth our breasts are almost exactly the same size, we can both comfortable wear one another’s bras and often do, so many times either accidentally or on purpose I’ve worn one of yours but I know I’ve struck a nerve and I need to obliterate it. YT
Amber
Surely the look in my eyes will tell you to go easy, not in this contest but with your words. You love me, I know it. So how could you hit a nerve and then dig even deeper? Stabbing the dagger so deep it hits bone and then breaks the same?
I ask myself those questions as you speak. Tearing me apart. Whispering to me about Jordyn liking your breasts more than mine. God it stings! It hurts! My eyes watering with tears, before we have even begun this contest. And yet only seconds thereafter do we begin. You thrusting your chest into mine. Mine firing back into yours only a blink later, as without que or checkered flag we start. Pushing and shoving our tits together, at first in separate efforts and then in unison.
Each collision of flesh causing us to expel spurts of air that crash down like waves against lips, cheeks, and the upper part of our chest. Those same breath-washed lips on my side opening to respond in a whisper only we can hear. “You’ll see, bitch…. You’ll admit my tits are better and then Jordyn loves them more….”
I want to hear you say it. To watch your lips form the words so that I can love you and not feel this gnawing jealousy. The same jealousy that in each of rises from time to time, demanding to be satiated before we can just be once again.
Steph
I’m so tired, I’m exhausted, honestly if we were in bed now I’d be out the moment my head hit the pillow but I can’t let you beat me.
How could I have ever loved you? It all makes sense now, you’ve always been jealous of my breasts… I’m not conceding defeat, my breasts are better it’s a fact… it has to be…
Needing my grip behind your back to allow me to propel my breasts into yours, I just don’t have the energy otherwise. The shape of our big sweaty breasts deforming with each impact, squashing together and spilling out the sides. “Say it… admit it… I’m bigger… I’m better… say it and I’ll let you suck on one and nurse yourself to sleep tonight.” YT
Amber
I can barely stand. Barely think, I am so exhausted. And in my delirium, driven on by jealousy, I don’t see you as my lover. My girlfriend. Or my sister-wife. Instead I see you as an enemy. A usurper. A snake that has slithered into my life to steal my husband and all of those who love me. Each one falling for your charms — your breasts, one by one.
And though I am steeped in such madness, I cannot pull away. Will not pull away. My grip behind your back tightening as I pull your body into mine once again. Harder and harder as our proud tits flatten and ooze out to our sides on impact. Our dried skin wetting with sweat once more, causing my forehead and yours to slip. Mine one direction and yours the other. Our heads coming down to a gentle rest on each others shoulders as our legs’ aching worsens and our knees begin to buckle.
“You don’t love me….” I accuse while changing tactics. My tits beginning to shift right and then left, back and forth, saving the energy of pulling back or crashing forward. All as we sink deeper and deeper, both into this competition and to the carpeted floor beneath us.
Steph
Heads resting on one another’s shoulders, both trying to conserve energy, both just because of how exhausted we already are but also knowing that we’ll need every last drop of energy for this conflict… probably your plan all along, this is exactly the sort of thing that you would do, you’re so deceitful I just never saw it until now.
“You dare to accuse me of not loving you? You don’t love me, you never did, you used me!” I gasp into your ear, I believe every word of it… why wouldn’t I? It’s all true. As you switch things up I do the same shifting left and right the opposite way to you, our breasts smacking and grinding before pulling mostly apart and repeating the cycle.
My clammy breasts smacking yours, firm wet smacking sounds with every collision. YT
Amber
I can hear your every breath. Each ragged and delicate. Soft and savaged by exhaustion. And though each gentle intake of air makes me wet as we shift, dragging our sweat-shinned tits across those of our rival and back, your whispers wound me.
A gasp escaping my lips as amid our twist and compressions, I pull back and then slam into you again. “I would never use you….” Not a hiss, but a truth. The sound of my voice telling you of how sincere my comment is. “You…. You are my….” I try to add more. To tell you how much you mean to me, and when I do you pull back and then slam your tits into mine.
One last shot and echoing collision that makes our knees give and our bodies to drop to the floor on them. The impact shaking us, though we still hold on. Hold on, and in that intimate space between us, press breasts. A dull ache starting to call to me, telling me that now I have to deal with not only a bitter fatigue, and stinging jealousy, but also the effects of our large pairs warring between us.
Steph
Listening to your panted words “Liar… you’re…. ughhhh…. fucking…. with my….. head….”
You know I have… ‘issues’ you know any thought that someone is trying to manipulate me sets me off, that I can’t deal with people not telling the truth… that I have an almost pathetic need to know what’s real and what isn’t. So how could you lie to me… how could you tell me you loved me when it’s clear now….
As we drop to our knees, I adjust my grip, holding you close, crushing you against me and grinding up and down, up and down, slowly but oh so firmly. “Liar…. you’re…. trying…. ughhh…. trick……. me!” YT
Amber
From left to right, to up and down, we again shift our battle as we drop to our knees. Each of us using the heavy basons of our tits to mid-drag wound and weaken. Our mouths that once only fired off threats and taunts, now letting loose small, delicate whimpers of pain. Sounds of suffering you speak through, as you accuse me of lying.
Of manipulation.
Of trying to trick you.
Hearing you say such things makes my eyes well and then overflow with tears. Tears you see, when we pull up from our resting of heads and back to our forehead to forehead gaze.
“You’re the liar. You’re the manipulator! I love you so much it hurts, and yet you just have to have the better pair of tits! Just have to be sitting on my face when Jordyn comes home!” My momentary breaking of clouds is destroyed by your certainty and derision. And so I refocus on our battle. Knowing that if I can just break your tits with my own, it will all be ok. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. But I am certain of it.
Steph
Using our breasts to duel one another, using the biggest source of pride in our bodies to try and overwhelm the other, gasping and groaning as we battle, but I’m not prepared to give up… I can’t.
Seeing you cry… it should trigger something in me that wants to stop… that makes me want to make you feel better… but here right now it doesn’t it spurs me on, like I’ve drawn first blood, ‘yes bitch’ I think ‘suffer for me like you’re making me suffer for you’.
Then you fire back, accusing me of lying, of manipulating you, making it sound like I am the villain here when I’m not I’m the victim. As you say those terrible lies, I break down, starting to sob “You…. don’t…… love….. me!” I yell through the tears “If you…. loved me…… you wouldn’t lie!……..you……always………lie!…… all I do………is………..love……….you!” my body shaking as I cry uncontrollably and yet I keep fighting, needing now… more than ever… I must break you. YT
Amber
Every word we speak we hurt each other. Wound each other. Deeper than the aching of our sweat-covered tits. More painful than the bruising we will no doubt suffer from when this is all over.
Tears shedding at first in a cry, increasing to a sob, as on our knees we shift and turn, hammer and crash. Our once steady and certain shifts becoming frantic and wild, as we start to put all the pain we are feeling into our battle of breasts.
You were my great love. My soulmate. And here we are, denying that love. Certain that it was all a ruse, on both sides. All while we batter each others chests with our own. Barely able to stay upright, in fact we’d be unable to, if we couldn’t lean on each other.
Jordyn’s dick in his hands, and his body melted into the couch as he strokes. His lust and desire blinding him to our suffering, though he knew it would get this bad. It always does. We two lost and self-loathing lovers, star-crossed and soulbound in the best, and at times worst of ways.
Steph
My breasts aching badly, my nipples chafing becoming inflamed past their usual erect size, the pain just adding to my sobbing. “Give……up!” yelling at you throw the tears now “Stop……it!………….Stop…………RUINING…………MY……………..LIFE!”
Everhing was perfect… PERFECT. I had you, my soulmate, a new man, a daughter. Why would you ruin that? Why would you try to take it away from me? What could I have done to you to warrant this? The answer is nothing, which means you must just be an evil, lying, manipulative bitch. YT
Amber
I’m so tired. So weary. My breasts feel like they are going to explode. And my nipples feel like they are going to invert the next time they meet yours. I should give. I should submit, just like you demand.
But I hold on. Clinging to you and this battle. This encounter which by our mutual states of complete and utter heartbreak may be the last time we see each other.
And though I fight on and refuse to give in, In my state of exhaustion I fall. To the carpet beneath us and onto my back. Your body collapsing with me and then after a slow, weak clamber, on top of me. Keeping our breasts aligned and fighting, even if we can no longer do so vertically.
Steph
Falling on top of you, knowing that now maybe I can win this, it takes a great deal of effort but I grab your wrists, trying to pin them over your head “Tell………me……….my………….tits…………..win!” a combination of me demanding your surrender and pleading with you to end this.
Changing tactics, lifting off of you a little then dropping back down, doing this once… twice… three times before in my exhausted state I can’t do it any more and lay on top of you not moving for a moment as I try to recover the energy I just exhausted by ‘bombing’ your breasts. YT
Amber
You have me down. Have me pinned. And we are miles past the point of me having the strength to turn us. I am trapped beneath you, and with that advantage you lift and then crash down on me. Lift and then crash down on me. Once. Twice. And then three times. Each bombing knocking the wind out of me, and smashing my poor tits against the bones beneath them.
I am still crying. Still shattered. And yet I can’t say it. Can’t submit. Not to you. Not in front of Jordyn. It is something he can sense, as he finally releases his cock and gets up from the couch. Reaching out to us with a hand to gesture as he says, “come on you two, it’s over. Let’s go back to bed.”
Words that wash over us as you lay on me, trying to find the strength to continue your batterings.
Steph
I lay on you… too exhausted to fight, but not willing to end it. “nooo!” I cry at Jordyn “she……….she has to………she has to say it!” looking down at you, mentally at the breaking point “why?!?……….. why…………won’t…………you…………SAY…………..IT!”
Distraught right now. It feels like you’re taking everything for me, everything I’ve ever wanted, ALL MY LIFE… and you’re taking it from me, because of what? Because you don’t like my breasts? Because you hate them? YT
Amber
“STAY OUT OF THIS, JORDYN!” I yell, using up the tiny reserves of energy I have left to propel my voice. Knowing my tone and volume will make him retreat to the couch. This is between you and I, and I will not have him interfering no matter how dire it seems for me.
And yet, even with his backtracking, You yell at me. Spital flying with every word, as you ask me why?
I search my mind. My soul. Why must I fight you for the title of best tits? Why can’t I just admit something that is so important to you? The answer, when I find it, piecing it together in a matter of moments, makes me sob even harder.
Tears dripping from my eyes and down my cheeks as you raise up to bomb me once more. And when you do, I lean up and as our eyes lock, I give in. “Your tits are better, Stephanie….” The words are weak, wounded, and yet spoken loud enough for even Jordyn to hear them
Before you or he can react though, I lean further, and catch your nipple in my mouth. Suckling on it like a baby on her mother’s nipple. Even as you have me pinned beneath you. Helpless. Shattered. And yet there I will remain, sucking on your tit. Your magnificent, glorious, victorious tits. Because they are better. Because they are bigger. Because they are yours….
Steph
You shouting at Jordyn makes me even angrier, why are you determined to ruin this family, first me, now him… who’s next??? No… no I can’t let you destroy everything… this is my family now… I won’t let you take it from me.
Somehow finding the energy to raise myself up again to drop myself on you but before I do you say it… you say the words… immediately I think it’s a trick… you’ve lied to me about everything, how can I possibly trust a word from your lying mouth ever again… bet then I see the way you are looking at me… no…. it doesn’t make sense… why… what have I done? Why have I hurt you… I love you… “Amber…..” I plead.
And then… you suckle on me… it’s like I’ve come home… it’s like everything is ok again. “I love you…. I love…. your breasts” I sob, lowering my face and taking one of your nipples into my mouth as I suckle in return. YT
Amber
It is healing. It is love. It is like we are laying on a lonely beach with the waves coming up and surrounding us, cleaning us of the jealousy, the hate, the rage that had filled us to the very brim. Each of us sucking on the others nipple.
Not for seconds or for minutes, but as you collapse on me and to the side, for what seems like hours. Until finally, in unison we break, and you cup my cheek with your hand, pulling me to you.
There, in that closeness, I begin to cry again. Telling you why I couldn’t admit it. Why I couldn’t just say your tits were better. “I … if I can’t beat you…. If you’re better…. If I can’t be your rival…. You’ll leave me…. You’ll leave Jordyn…. You’ll leave Salem….”
It is my darkest fear. My greatest fear. That if I cannot be your equal, I will be your lesser and lose you. My love. My soulmate. My Stephanie.
Steph
As I hear your words I start to sob once more, pushing my face to yours and giving you pleading little kisses all over your face, not caring where they land just needing to give them to you.
“I’ll never…………I’ll never leave………. I LOVE YOU……………Amber……..I love you…………….I…………..love…………….you! ……….ALL I have………….is you…………and Jordyn…………..and…………….Salem!” Starting to sob louder my voice cracking as I mention our daughter’s name, sweet, innocent little Salem…. our little burrito.
Jordyn cautiously approaches us and wraps his arms around us, holding us both, we start to nuzzle against him and I ask “can we…….go………to……….bed?” exhausted physically and mentally, I just need to rest, I just want to be with my family. YT
The End
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