Chapter 1
Kristi pulled her bath robe tighter as a chill went up her spine. She was completely mesmerized by the program she was watching on the classic movies channel. She didn’t even know what the movie was called. It was a classic 1950’s who done it thriller with two strong leading ladies. The big question now was which of them was really the murderer. Kristi of course identified with the curvy blond femme fatal and viewed the sultry brunette as her natural rival. The detective had just discovered yet another body and of course both women were right there. Maybe they were in on it together?
Suddenly the phone rang loudly on the kitchen counter top. The jarring noise of it almost made Kristi jump out of her skin. For a moment she thought about just letting it go to voice mail, but then thought it might be her Troy calling. Troy, Kristi’s husband was traveling for business. He hated movies like this one which was part of the reason Kristi was watching it. A little annoyed, Kristi pressed the pause button on Tivo and sprinted to get the phone. Her 38DD breasts jiggled wildly and Kristi giggled as she ran. Kristi was 37 years old but in many ways she was still that crazy wild 20 year old girl she had always been.
As she snapped the wireless phone up off the charging stand, she quickly checked the caller ID. Johnson, Steve. Nice. She wondered if he had gotten the sexy pics of her at last year’s company lake outing. She of course hadn’t “deliberately” sent sexy pics. Steve was her boss and very married. Kristi just mixed them into a group of pics and talked about how much she was looking forward to tomorrow’s company picnic. Maybe he was calling to let her know he wanted to upgrade from that bitch wife of his to a real woman. Kristi giggled again. She was married, not dead. And Steve was a gorgeous man. And for 12 years Kristi had taken care of him in the office dreaming of the day she’d take care of him out of the office. Maybe even upgrade from Troy?
She was broken out of her revery by another ring. Maybe she should let it go to voice mail? But curiosity got the better of her. She clicked the talk button. “Steve?”
“No… it’s me… Darcy.” It never even occurred to Kristi it might be Steve’s bitch wife calling.
“Oh… hi Mrs. J” Kristi didn’t even bother to hide the obvious disappointment from her voice. “How can I help you this evening?” There was just a hint of disdain in her voice too.
If Darcy detected the tone of Kristi’s voice, she did a good job of hiding it. “Well Kristi… it is about these pictures you sent to my husband.”
“What about them?” Busted. Kristi bit her lip a bit. How did Mrs. J get a look at her husband’s e-mail? Kristi’s mind was racing.
“I notice that most of them feature you flouncing around in that skimpy bikini of yours.”
Flouncing? Flouncing? What the hell did that mean? Trying to sound innocent, Kristy answered “Well they are my pictures, so I guess it makes sense that I would be in most of them.”
“Well, I just think it is inappropriate that you are sending pictures of yourself shaking your tits to your boss who is a married man!!” Clearly Darcy was getting angry now as well. Wasn’t it obvious that this was wrong to this whore?
“You are just jealous. Its not my fault your shriveled raisin tits only fit in that gunny sack you call a swim suit” Kristi was fully pissed now. This bitch called her at home. How dare she!!!
“Shriveled Tits? What the hell are you talking about, Skank? My tits are perfect. Just because I don’t have to flaunt them like some street whore to get men to look at them.” Darcy was furious.
“Street whore? Just because your husband dreams of banging me, doesn’t make me the whore. Just means you are a fucking prude!!”
“Look Kristi. I was trying to be nice here. But clearly you are not worth that. So I am going to be blunt. Stay away from my husband, slut. And stay away from the company picnic tomorrow or I swear you’ll loose a lot more than your fucking job.”
“Oh yah, bitch? You can’t threaten me just because you know I am the better woman,” Kristi screamed into the phone.
“You show your fat ugly face at the picnic tomorrow and I’ll show everybody who is the better woman , whore!”
“SLUT!!!”
“cunt!!!”
“BITCH!!!”
“SKANK!!!”
Kristi couldn’t take it any more. Furious she clicked off the phone. She was so furious she hadn’t even really noticed that her rival had told her she was going to have her fired. For a moment she considered driving to Darcy’s house that moment and beating her to a bloody pulp. But then she decided against it. Not humiliating enough. She’d show her tomorrow. She’d show everybody tomorrow. Kristi stormed off to her bedroom and put on her sexiest bikini, a new white one. It could barely contain her huge 38DD’s. Once it was on, she modeled it for herself in the mirror. Darcy was pretty. Kristi knew she wasn’t as pretty as Darcy. At best, the strawberry red haired woman could be described as handsome. But the shriveled old Skank couldn’t hold a candle to Kristi’s body. Kristi was 5’4″ 155 lbs, 38DD-26-38 of unbridled sex machine. Tomorrow, she would kick Darcy’s ass in front of everybody and then show Steve what he had been missing these last 12 years. The only regret the 37 year old had was that she hadn’t fought that bitch when she first started her job. Then she would be Mrs. J. But she would change all that soon enough.
Across town, Darcy also made preparations. After she set the phone down, she turned and smiled at her husband. “See honey? I told you that scheming bitch was after you all this time! Innocent pictures my ass.” The subject of the pictures had come up as the two made love in the shower. Darcy knew exactly what they were and told Steve as much. An overt attempt to seduce her husband. Steve dared to question her judgment so they immediately came into the living room to call Kristi. They were both naked and at the mention of her ass, Steve couldn’t help but check hers out.. Darcy was amazing. At 44 she still sported a 36D-25-36 body perfectly toned and taken care of. She stood 5’3″ and weighed only 135 lbs. Her best feature though was her beautiful face framed with her soft brown hair… or maybe the perfect tits. Steve couldn’t help himself. He was a tit man and she was his tit queen. She really was the total package. And now she was prepared to defend her turf… again.
Steve was a handsome successful man. Men envied him. Women loved him. Of course Darcy had to guard her territory from time to time. Steve of course had been largely oblivious to it as most men are. Most of the defense was subtle. A well place word, a look of warning, a subtle bump. But sometimes it took more. Over their 25 years of marriage (and during the courting period too) Darcy had fought off dozens of rivals tooth and claw. Always she had prevailed. And the few times Steve had witnessed it she had been well rewarded. Perhaps the only thing hotter to Steve than his wife was seeing her fight over him. And in the dozen fights he had seen, Darcy had never lost, not even to larger opponents.
Darcy looked forward to tomorrow, forward to settling 12 years of unspoken animosity between her and Kristi. They had always hated each other at some level. In some ways, for 12 years they had shared the same man, Kristi the wife at the Office, Darcy the wife in the home. It was almost inevitable that they should come to blows. To be honest, Darcy was surprised it had taken this long. Tomorrow she would show that big titted cow once and for all exactly who Steve belonged too.
But for now, she had more pressing concerns. Steve’s huge engorged cock beckoned to her from the far end of the couch. It was a primal call Darcy could not deny. She crawled length of the couch like a lioness in heat huge firm breasts swaying back and forth with each movement and mounted Steve for the third time that evening. She could sense that this time he was even more aroused than he had been the previous two times, more passionate, more animated. They fucked on the couch hard and passionately like two animals in heat both immersed in the moment and consumed by what was coming the next day. With thoughts of destroying Kristi’s huge breasts on Darcy’s mind (and perhaps Steve’s as well) they both came like volcano’s erupting with passionate moans and cries.
Chapter 2
All night long Darcy and Steve had alternated talking about her impending battle with Kristi and screwing each others brains out. Finally, near 3:00 am the couple had collapsed exhausted into a deep sleep. And even there, Darcy had not escaped her blond haired rival. However, in her dreams her battles became more erotic, sexual. Instead of defeating Kristi with her fists, she beat her with her breasts, with her pussy, she dominated her sexual rival sexually. Darcy awoke in the morning aroused and eager to face Kristi.
When Darcy and Steve arrived 15 minutes early at the lake for the company picnic, Darcy immediately changed into her skimpy black bikini in the small beach house. She changed quickly as she was worried Kristi might arrive and their confrontation would take place there in the changing room. Darcy wanted their battle to take place on the beach with everybody watching especially Steve.
Darcy walked out of the locker room and drank in the hungry looks from the men present as well as the jealous looks of the women. Several of the women were literally half Darcy’s age, but not could have pulled off that tight little black bikini like Darcy did. In spite of their jealousy though, all were very friendly with Darcy and greeted her warmly. They all knew her and liked her. They may have been shocked at her choice of swimwear, but not half as shocked as they were going to be when Kristi arrived. Darcy had smiled thinking about it as she walked to the spot Steve had selected at the far side of the beach for them to wait for Kristi’s arrival.
But that had been an hour ago. And Darcy was worried. Had she convinced Kristi that she would be fired so she just didn’t show up? Or maybe the whore had gotten cold feet? Maybe Kristi had set Darcy up to wear this ridiculous bikini and make a complete fool of herself at this outing. Yes she looked fantastic, but she couldn’t even go in the water without worrying about bursting out of this thing, ruining her make up, or her hair. Darcy wanted to look perfect when Kristi arrived so as they fought every man there would agree that Darcy was the hot one. She was trying to look calm, cool, and in control. But inside she was practically screaming “where is that BITCH???” Darcy could not ever remember wanting to fight anybody as badly as she wanted to fight Kristi now.
Darcy tried to distract herself by looking to the lake for Steve. He had decided to go swimming to cool himself off. She spotted him waist deep in the water talking with four other men. Two of them she knew, the two younger men she did not. She was pleased to note that of the men present, Steve was easily the most handsome. She let her eyes linger on him. Finally, Steve felt her eyes upon him and looked over to his wife. She pointed at her wrist as if there were a watch on it signing that her rival was late. Steve beamed, then shrugged. His woman was itching to fight over him. What man would not be pleased whether the other woman showed or not.
As Darcy returned his warm smile, she noticed something almost out of the corner of her eye. It was if there were a ripple in the gathered crowd as the scattered attention of those present seemed to focus as heads swiveled from conversations they were having, games they were playing, objects of their desire to refocus on the beach house changing room door. For a moment Darcy didn’t realize what was going on until she saw Steve’s head also swivel around and then his jaw drop open slightly. Darcy followed all their gazes to her hated foe. Darcy had to fight the urge to let her jaw drop as well. In the dozen years Darcy had known and hated Kristi, she had never seen her rival look so good. She stood there framed in the darkness of the changing room doorway wearing a tiny white spaghetti strap bikini, the top of which barely contained her 38DD’s proudly thrust out before her. Against her pail light skin, the bikini was actually hard to see so for just a moment it appeared Kristi stood there naked. For just a moment, Darcy was intimidated. But then the moment passed. Kristi was bigger than her, but she was soft, fleshy. Yes her breasts filled the bikini, but they didn’t strain against it like Darcy’s.
Reassured that she had indeed won the beauty round of this contest, Darcy rose from her reclining chair. Kristi spotted her. Their eyes locked and narrowed with primal hatred. Kristi began walking purposefully toward Darcy. Again the focus of the crowd seemed to shift searching for the target of Kristi’s gaze. When Darcy felt the crowd gaze settle upon her, she began walking forward as well. As the women got closer and closer together their pace quickened as if they were being pulled together by some invisible magnetism. With each step their eyes filled a little more with rage and hatred, each breath came a little faster, each heartbeat a little stronger. Finally at a dozen paces, a battle cry tore from each woman’s lips as they broke into a full run directly at each other.
“WHHHHOOOORRRE!!!” screamed Darcy.
“BIIITTTTCH!!!” screamed Kristi.
They collided into each other directly in the center of the beach with an audible splat that seemed to jolt the crowd back into life. As the women began tearing and slashing at each other the crowd lept to their feet forming into a human ring for the combatants and began cheering on their favorites.
“Get her Kristi!!! Hit her! Hit her!”
“Rip that dirty skanks tits off Darcy! Show her who’s boss!”
Darcy was pleased to hear that many of the crowd were behind her, including a majority of the women. They all knew Kristi had been after Steve for years and were glad to see her finally get what was coming to her.
Darcy buried her claws deep in Kristi’s reddish blond mane. “I told you to stay away, you slut” she hissed as she yanked.
“You just can’t stand that he dreams about me, cunt!” Kristi spat back as her claws went directly for Darcy’s face. Darcy ignored the pain as Kristi managed to claw her left cheek. Her previous experience had taught her to ignore the pain and keep fighting.
“You think he actually likes your saggy udders, you cow?” Darcy yanked with all her might pulling Kristi over at the waist. She then released her right hand and curled it into a fist. Bam, Bam, Bam, she punched Kristi in the face.
“AAAIIIIIEEEEEEGGHHH!” Kristi screamed as her hands flew up in front of her face trying to ward off the blows. Bam, Bam Darcy snuck through two more blows coming from the top down into the side of Kristi’s face. Kristi tried to drive forward to reach Darcy and stop the attacks, but Darcy would have none of it backing away quickly while keeping her rivals head near her waist line.
“I’ll show you to mess with my man!!!” Darcy hissed and lined up a blow driving her fist deep into Kristi’s left tit. Darcy smiled as she heard her foe’s howl a mixture of pain and rage over her damaged breast. Several of the women watching also squealed their approval.
“That’s it Darcy!!! Flatten that bitch!!! Do it again!!!”
Unfortunately for Darcy, the spectacle of the battle between the two beautiful scantily clad women transfixed the spectators so completely they did not get out of the way quickly enough. Darcy’s butt ran squarely into somebody and Kristi was finally able to close the gap between them. Kristi expertly slipped her head along side Darcy’s hip like a pro linebacker and wrapped her arms around Darcy’s knees and heaved. Darcy tried to stay upright, but it was no use. Fortunately the spectator who had blocked her escape also slowed her fall so Darcy landed squarely on her butt at his feet before he beat a hasty retreat. This gave her a chance to rain half a dozen blows on Kristi’s back before she got her legs up under her enough to roll Darcy onto her back and scramble on top of her.
Both women struggled furiously trying to get control of the other.
“Got you now you little fucking bitch!” Kristi hissed as she tried to climb on top of Darcy.
“Who’s got who? You fucking cow!” Darcy wrapped her legs around Kristi’s waist trying to hold her down while Kristi drove with her legs trying to climb up Darcy’s curvy body to a dominant position. The result was Kristi scooting Darcy across the sand on her back driving sand into her bikini bottom and skinning up her back. Darcy responded by slapping Kristi furiously on the face, arms, and breasts when she could.
Finally Kristi managed to squirm up high enough that Darcy’s legs slipped to her hips. Both women wrapped up her rival in a tit to tit bear hug determined to not let go.
“Bitch!”
“Slut!”
“Skank!”
“Whore!”
“I’m gonna flatten you!”
“In your dreams, cunt!”
As the women squirmed against each other, their massive breasts fought a battle all their own. All of the men in the crowd and a few of the women could not help but compare the gorgeous women wondering which had the better breasts. Kristi was certainly a bit bigger and had the advantage of being on top, but Darcy was firmer and even fighting gravity forced Kristi’s tits to bulge out to the side.
They were so close together now, it was almost intimate, as if they were lovers locked in a passionate embrace. They were so close now that even above the din of the crowd Darcy could Kristi whisper “Now he can see once and for all… my tits are the best.”
Darcy pressed her tits even harder into her foe and whispered back, “Even with gravity helping you, I am winning… and he knows it!”
Slowly the position of the women shifted as they squirmed and squeezed against each other. Kristi got one leg free and both women mutually scissored the others one leg with both of her own. Then also manage to clamp on a mutal head lock on their rival and slowly rolled over to one side as they tried to twist their foe’s head off.
“I am going to kill you bitch” hissed Darcy.
“He’ll never want to look at you again, cunt” Kristi hissed back.
Steve was frustrated being at their back side at this point even with as lovely as their two straining asses were. The fight had dragged to a crawl, but mean while the crowd on other side was going crazy.
“Crush her Darcy!!! Don’t let go!!! You got her!!!”
“That’s it Kristi!!! Squeeeze!!! Squeeeze!!”
This fight was over him, Steve thought, so certainly he deserved to have the best seat in the house, right? Steve quickly moved his way around the inside of the fight circle to the other side.
The sight that greeted Steve on the other side of the battle was incredible. There was his incredibly busty 38DD Strawberry Blonde Secretary on Top of his gorgeous Brunette 36D wife. Kristi’s Left breast was completely meshed together with Darcy’s Right Breast. It was impossible to determine which tit was winning that battle. Each had a head lock clamped on her rival and their legs were completely entangled. Stalemate there. Meanwhile they continued to fight with their one free hand alternately knocking away their rivals hand and savagely clawing at their rivals one free breast. They had long ago displaced their bikini tops and long angry red welts across their aureola’s and nipples. Instantly Steve felt badly. This was all his fault. Darcy had done this because he lusted after is wonder titted secretary and hadn’t done enough to to dissuade Kristi from flirting with him. It was bad enough to see the pain his subordinate was going through. But to see Darcy’s beautiful breasts being mauled by her love rival was almost more than he could bear. He lusted after Kristi’s big tits, but he had loved Darcy, his magnificent tit queen, for 25 years. But at the same time, Darcy would be furious if he stopped it. Darcy had wanted this fight with this woman for 12 long years. To go through all this pain and then not finish it would make her insane.
Fortunately for Steve, the decision had already been made for him. As he watched 4 police officers waded through the crowd to reach the mauling women. They crowd boo’d them loudly as they went to separate the combatants, but of course nobody tried to stop them. The crowd too felt slightly guilty for letting the fight go so long. Darcy and Kristi redoubled their efforts determined to continue their battle and if that were not possible to do as much damage as possible before they were separated. They howled insults at each other, kicked and scratched.
“Flabby cunt!!!”
“Wretched Old Bitch!!!
“NOOO… I AM NOT DONE WITH HER YET!!!”
“GGGGAAAAHHHRRGHH!”
Both tore off the others bikini top and hurled it at their rival. One officer had a grasp firmly around each of their slender waists pulling them away while lifting them off the ground to remove their traction. Even that was sexy as the effect was to lift up the women’s swollen naked breasts even further than they would have been otherwise. The remaining two officers cleared opposite paths through the crowd to waiting squad cars. Steve made his way through the crowd to his wife and reached her just as she was being cuffed. Darcy managed to break free and surged into her husbands arms. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close sobbing “Did I win? Am I the better woman?”
Steve pulled her in close pressing her swollen breasts into his bare chest and whispered into her ear “There was never any doubt. You were magnificent!”
Darcy smiled at the love of her life. But as she was guided into the back of the squad car by the officer, for the first time in 25 years of marriage she was not sure if she had successfully defended her territory or not.
The End
