Part Time Work, Part IV - by JB57

[JB57]

Dear Board,

Well, this story just seems to be writing itself. This part came out really quickly and it has elements to its writing that I will discuss in the new thread on writing in due course.

This will probably be the last part of this story for a while. It has taken on a bit of a life of its own, but I can't spare the time to work on the next part right now, so I'll ask for some patience. I'm hoping that the story will be wrapped up in the next part, with an epilogue, but I can't be sure of that.

In this story, I go back and forth in time a bit. I think that it's clear what I am doing, but please let me know if there is any confusion.

Anyway, hope you enjoy.

JB57

Part Time Work, Part IV:

The next morning, Kris left Larisa lying asleep in bed. She showered and then discovered a walk-in closet that was just off the bathroom that she had not seen before. She and Larisa had packed very little when they boarded the “Pegasus.” Kris mostly packed a variety of bikinis, reasoning that she would be mostly naked or sunning herself on the deck of the ship. Jack had provided much more in the way of wardrobe. She found that the walk-in closet came equipped with a wide variety of clothing, much of which fit her or could be adapted to her body. She found a large white shirt that was much like the over-sized shirts she enjoyed wearing around her tug. She put it on and tied it into a halter, the knot almost disappearing under the overhang of her perfect breasts, leaving most of her belly bare. She left most of the buttons undone, allowing her cleavage to breathe free and her majestic tits to shift and jiggle without restraint. She found some tight blue shorts and, eschewing underwear, pulled them on; they hugged the widest part of her hips leaving most of her torso naked. She examined herself in the closet’s full-length mirror. Between her endless bare legs, her exposed belly, and her overflowing cleavage, she looked devastatingly sexy, in a “farmer’s daughter” sort of way. She pulled some running shoes out of the case that Jack had sent over and she was ready to go exploring. She discovered that Jack had also sent over a cell phone in the case. At first she was puzzled, but when she checked the phone’s contact list she saw it was pre-programmed to link to Jack or the ship. She realized that the ship must have its own cell tower. She shoved the phone into the waistband of her low-riding shorts, in the small of her back.

Kris made her way to the kitchen, where a helpful cook provided her with a hearty breakfast that she took out on one of the house’s many terraces. She enjoyed the morning breeze and the spectacular Caribbean. She expected any minute to run into Sasha or Svetlana, maybe both, but neither one of the redheaded whores showed up. Maybe they were late sleepers too, she thought. After breakfast, she went exploring. The house was enormous. She quickly discovered that there were elevators to transport people around. The elevator buttons indicated there were 10 floors in the structure. Kris was very interested in what might be in the bowels of the house. Her sense that there was more happening on the island than would be normal for a luxury private estate was confirmed as she found another set of elevator banks on the house’s lowest level which were not accessible to her. Using them required a security key. She realized that whatever was under the house must be going well below sea level. She was very curious; she would have to see if she could find out more, later.

She soon discovered the house’s library. It was on the fifth level, though the room was three stories high. The library walls were mahogany and the entire structure was a giant shaft divided into three different levels, accessible by stairs or a small platform elevator. Three of the walls of the room were lined with thousands of books, going back three shelves deep on each level. Many of the writings were Japanese. The fourth wall was solid glass and looked out on a spectacular ocean view. On the third level, the library walkway extended across the glass wall, providing guests a place to sit and read while gazing out at the sea, as well as a good view of the library below. This side of the house was on the edge of a cliff, so there was no forest, just sun sparkling water stretching to the horizon. The terrace off of the library jutted out over the sea; it was a sheer drop down to the water. In the center of the first floor of the library was a reading table and series of wingback chairs and a couch, to provide seating. Just inside the main door was a computer station. Kris quickly checked it out and discovered she had easy access to the internet through the computer, as well as a catalogue of what was in the library. She scanned the holdings, to get an idea of what kind of interests held Yakamura’s attention. She felt a shiver run up her spine when she saw that he seemed to be particularly interested in various aspects of the occult. There were a few thousand books in the library dealing with the subject, mostly reference books about occult practices in various cultures. But Kris suspected that someone as wealthy as Yakamura might not just stop at reference books if his interest was strong enough. After all, look at what had brought her to the island; Yakamura could be satisfied with sexfighting from the internet or any variety of private performances. Instead, he had to have his own personal sexfight tournament and he was willing to pay a great deal of money to get it.

Kris decided to check out some of the occult references that dealt with local gods, demons and legends. She found a book on the occult forces of the Caribbean and settled down to read in a comfortable chair on the third level walkway. She soon became engrossed in local legends about sea gods and hybrid creatures that inhabited the waters around Trinidad and the nearby South American coast. The area was filled with monstrous beings and supernatural forces, if the reference was any guide.

About an hour and a half after she had started reading, the library door opened and Svetlana and Sasha came in. They looked around, but they did not see Kris in her chair on the third level. The redheads were both dressed in barely-there bikini tops that accentuated their incredible tits and short-shorts. They were wearing white boat shoes. They began talking to each other urgently in Russian. Kris had expected this; as soon as the women came in, she had reached for her phone and activated the record app. She would get Larisa to translate later.

The women spoke quietly, but their voices carried in the great shaft of the library. This probably wasn’t the best place to have a private conversation, Kris thought to herself. It seemed a strange mistake for the two Russians to make, but they thought they were alone. Kris wondered, briefly, if there was something about the library that made it more secure than she realized. After a few minutes, the two Russians left the room. Kris stopped recording and resumed her reading. An hour later, she returned the book to its shelf and went out to find Larisa. Her partner should be up by now, she decided. They should decide how much they wanted to “practice” today for their battle tomorrow night.

On the way back to her bedroom, she ran into Sasha. At first, she was not sure which Russian it was who was walking towards her in the hall. The two redheads were so close to each other in appearance, they could easily pass as sisters, though they clearly were not. She soon recognized the woman who Larisa had spent a good part of the previous night fucking.

The Russian approached her with a friendly smile. Her majestic tits were barely covered by a green string bikini top that left almost nothing to imagination; it was just two tiny triangles, with Sasha’s massive, flawless tits pressed out all around it. Her belly was bare and the black shorts she was wearing were so small they could count as a belt and so tight that Kris could make out some camel toe.

“I enjoyed fucking your friend last night,” Sasha said with a winning grin. “She was a very good fuck. Very strong, very passionate, very in-control. I like that. When this is done, we should all fuck again, for fun. Maybe fuck a lot.”

Kris smiled. “I enjoyed fucking Svetlana, too. But I didn’t appreciate you and your cunt of partner ambushing my friend.”

Svetlana shrugged, causing her massive tits to jiggle invitingly. “We needed to know what the two of you could do. Now we do.”

“Well, I suppose now all of us have a taste of what we can do,” Kris replied. “Thanks for the offer,” she continued. “We’ll talk after Friday. You can see if you’re still interested after tomorrow night, after Larisa and I fuck you and your whore into the ground.”

“Well, then, maybe we should not wait until tomorrow night,” Sasha said with a mischievous smile.

Kris smiled back. She felt her nipples getting hard, straining against the thin cotton shirt that was pulled taut against them. As she watched, Sasha’s thick nipples, already sharp against her green bikini top, grew larger, harder, longer. She could almost see Sasha’s golden tanned tits expanding as they pumped with sexual arousal. Kris felt her own tits swelling. Her pussy, naked and uncovered under her shorts, was getting wet and hot. She knew it would not be long before she was leaving a wet spot on her crotch.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Kris agreed. She reached out and put the palm of her hand flat on Sasha’s warm, muscled belly, her fingers pointing towards the woman’s tits. The heel of her hand sucked into the redhead’s narrow, deep navel.

Sasha returned the move, placing her hand on Kris’ bare belly, pushing her hand into the blonde’s sucking navel. For a moment, the women stood like that, their hands on each other’s abs, their eyes locked, unsure whether to move their hands up or down the other woman’s lush body.

Sasha turned her hand, the fingers pointing down and slid it along Kris’ belly, under the waistband on her shorts, and onto her cunt. Kris immediately did the same to Sasha, forcing her hand into the redhead’s tight shorts. The women cupped the other’s clean-shaven pussy and, their middle fingers on the other’s wet slit, squeezed gently. They leaned into each other, nose to nose, their thick-nippled tits pressing together, nip to nip, through the cloth of their tops. As they pushed tighter, their naked titflesh compressed and pushed out, naked flesh touching flesh.

Kris slid her middle finger up into Sasha’s cunt, the base of her finger pushing against the redhead’s expanding clit. Sasha reciprocated. Both women contracted their pussies around the invading digits. For a moment, the two gorgeous women enjoyed the delicious sensations they were giving to each other.

“Do you want to finger fuck right here?” Kris whispered. “Or do you want to go somewhere more private, where we can really go at each other?”

Sasha smiled, a predatory grin. “It would be fun to just fuck you in this hall, and see what the servants do,” the Russian replied. “But there’s a storage room just down the hall. Let’s go there.”

The two women released each other, slipping their hands out of the other’s shorts. Both women immediately licked their wet finger clean, tasting the other. Exchanging lustful smiles, they walked down the hall to the storage room Sasha had identified. She held the door for Kris, who preceded her in and turned on the light. The moment they were inside the room, Sasha locked the door. The room was large, about 10 feet by 10 feet, and filled with various household products. The floor was clear.

Sasha and Kris threw themselves into each other’s arms, wrapping their arms around each other and squeezing tight. They moaned with pleasure as their bare bellies slapped and flattened to each other; they signed with joy as their heavy, throbbing tits compressed, mashing hard. Bare legs twined and strained. The women licked at each other, tongues teasing and pushing, then locked into a deep, violent kiss. For minutes, they kissed passionately as they pressed together, hands moving over each other’s bodies, grasping and caressing, squeezing and kneading. They staggered around the storage room, banging into the shelves, but both kept their feet. Kris untied Sasha’s bikini top and stripped it away. Sasha untied the knot under Kris’ tits and pulled Kris’ shirt from her shoulders. Topless, the women threw themselves together again, moaning in delight as their naked tits met and mashed hard, straining and pulsing, golden orb to orb, belly writhing against belly. The women locked into another deep, sucking, tongue-filled kiss as their hands moved down to pull and tug at the other woman’s shorts. Both women succeeded in getting her opponent’s shorts down to her thighs. Kris’ phone fell to the floor. Reluctantly, the women stepped apart and almost frantically slid their shorts down their thighs and calves and over their running shoes, kicking them away. Now naked, except for their shoes, Kris and Sasha came together again. Their nude bodies slapped tight, their arms wrapped and they locked into a powerful bearhug, their bodies rubbing and writhing and grinding against each other furiously. The women’s mouths locked and they swallowed their moans and cries of pleasure as they melded flesh to flesh.

They spread their thighs and cocked their pelvises forward, presenting their naked, dripping twats to each other. The women compressed their massive tits between their upper arms, so that the hard spikes of their nipples bore directly into each other and the top curves of their orbs mashed tight. They slipped their arms around the other woman’s hips and, filling their eager hands with their opponent’s tight, round ass, they worked their naked cunts directly into each other. They spread each other’s cunts and brought their swollen, burning clits into direct contact. The women screamed in concert, throwing back their heads to moan in ecstasy. Cunt lips locking and sucking to cunt lips, bellies rippling, hips and asses flexing and thrusting, Sasha and Kris took each other on in a delicious stand-up fuck.

Pussy juices were soon dribbling down their rubbing thighs, trickling down their calves to their shoes. Their pussies sucked and squelched, the sound of wet, thick flesh mating and merging with wet, thick flesh filling the small room. The delectable scent of aroused womanhood filled the air, overpowering even the antiseptic smell of cleaners. Tits grinding nipple to nipple, cunts locked and sucking, pulling at each other, clit to clit, Sasha and Kris fucked hard, moaning and groaning in ecstasy. There was no competition; at that moment, they were just two beautiful, incredibly voluptuous women who were enjoying the incredible pleasure that the other woman’s magnificent body could give to them. They were not fuckfighting, they were just fucking, and enjoying every second of pleasure. Both women wanted it to last; they slowed down when it felt they were getting too close to an orgasm, then went back to grinding and grinding each other into sheer ecstasy.

For more almost 45 minutes, they fucked each other deliciously. Their bodies were dripping with sweat, their pussy juices coated their inner thighs and calves and soaked their shoes. Sasha released one of Kris’ ass cheeks, placed her hand on the back of the blonde’s head, and pulled Kris in. Kris eagerly complied. The women locked in a deep, ravenous kiss, their bulging tits compressed and throbbing into each other, their clits grating on each other, filling their lower bodies with an erotic heat that was on the verge of exploding. Their hips and asses worked and worked, grinding, rubbing, fucking each other relentlessly, hungrily. They gripped each other’s pumping asses even harder, sinking their fingers into the taut flesh. Both women were trembling, quivering in pre-orgasmic ecstasy, struggling to hold back the incredible pleasure building to an explosion in their cores.

“Mmmmm, mmmmmmmm,” Sasha moaned even louder. Suddenly, she broke their savage kiss. “Fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking god….,” she groaned. Her pussy clenched, contracting hard, squeezing at Kris’ throbbing cunt. Kris squeezed back; she was on the verge of exploding too.

“OH FUCKKKKKK!!!” Sasha wailed as her twat erupted in a gusher of steaming hot cum. The discharge shot out, soaking Kris’ cunt, saturating her thighs. As Sasha lost the strength in her legs, Kris guided her down to the ground, keeping their sucking cunts locked together. She grabbed Sasha’s left leg and placed it on her shoulder, opening and spreading the woman beneath her, making it easy for their forked legs to fit together like scissors. Kris thrust her cunt as deep and hard into Sasha’s yielding twat as she could, her teeth clenched as she fought to keep from going off, wanting more than anything to just enjoy fucking her incredible rival for a few more minutes. Her ass flexed as she powered herself into Sasha’s hungry cunt. But she could not hold out; seconds later, Kris reared back and screamed in pleasure as her cunt contracted hard, sucking with Sasha’s hot twat which sucked back, and then injected a long, hot shot of cum deep into the redhead’s steaming vagina. As her pussy exploded, Kris felt her nipples explode, hot ejaculate spurting out to slick Sasha’s bouncing tits. As their bodies writhed in sheer, unbridled ecstasy, Sasha reached up and pulled Kris down on her. Their massive tits mashed and rolled against each other, spreading Kris’ nipple cum around. Moments later, Sasha came hard again and, this time, her tits squirted too. The nipple ejaculate squeezed out from between their meaty masses.

Moaning, rubbing, holding onto each other’s asses, the women slowly fucked two, three more delicious, excruciating orgasms out of each other. Soaked in cum and sweat, the sex-crazed Amazons finally collapsed in each other’s arms, Kris sprawled over Sasha, their limbs twined, their hearts pounding.

For a few minutes, the women lay on the floor of the storage room, their bodies slowly coming down from the erotic ecstasy they had given to each other. After a time, Kris sat up, peeling her body away from Sasha’s. Nipple cum joined their still enflamed nipples; their hungry cunts sucked apart, releasing a gush of trapped, mixed cum. Their solid, sweaty bellies slid away from each other.

“God, that was good,” Sasha smiled. “Nothing’s better than fucking a big-titted cunt like you.”

“I feel the same way about you, fucker,” Kris grinned. She sat up on her knees, looking down at the gorgeous redhead splayed out and open beneath her. “That was lots of fun. Like I said, if you’re not a sore loser, I’d love to fuck you again some time. Maybe longer and harder.”

Sasha reached down and ran her index finger up Kris’ thick, pink slit, scooping out some of the mixed cum. Kris reached down and ran her finger through Sasha’s furrow. Each woman offered the other the goop-dripping fingers and both sucked the delicious brew off their enemy’s digit.

Kris got to her feet and found her shorts. Sasha did the same. Quickly, the women pulled their clothing back on over their sweaty, cum-stained bodies. Kris was careful to retrieve her phone. When they were both dressed, Kris slowly opened the storage room door and looked out; the coast was clear. Before she could leave, Sasha pulled her around. The redhead stepped into Kris, pushing her back against the door, crushing her sweaty, slick body to Kris’. Smiling at each other, the women rubbed their slick flesh, their bare bellies and naked thighs, against each other, then settled into a long, hard, spit-filled kiss. They sucked spit back and forth for a few minutes. Finally, Sasha stepped back. Their tits were heaving with desire as they stared at each other.

“Next time, we’ll suck each other’s tits until we cum. I’d love to share some nipple cum with you,” Sasha grinned.

Kris smiled back, then slipped into the hall and was gone. She headed back to her bedroom. She was still aching, burning up with sexual heat. As enjoyable as her fuck with Sasha had been, its effect was to heat her up and leave her unsatisfied. She decided that she and Larisa needed to get in as much practice as their pussies could stand and they needed to start practicing right away.
In the storage room, Sasha was having a very similar reaction. She arranged her tits inside of her bikini top, but the sexual fever burning inside her was maddening. She wished she had insisted that Kris stay and they fuck each other some more, but she could feel that this was the kind of sexual energy that would require hours of hot, hard fucking to burn off. She left the storage room and headed back to her quarters. She knew that Svetlana would be there. They had to compare notes on their opponents. But, right now, she needed her lover’s body more than ever.

More than two hours earlier, Larisa had been lying asleep in Kris’ bed. The blonde had left to find breakfast and do her exploring only a few minutes earlier. Larisa had not even been aware of her lover’s departure. She was sprawled in the bed, tangled up in the sheets, lost in a delicious, erotic dream.

A firm knock at the door pulled her out of her dream. She looked around sleepily. “Kris?” she called. There was no answer, but the knock came again. Larisa rolled out of the bed and pushed her arms out to the ceiling, enjoying the luxurious feeling of stretched muscles. The knock came a third time.

“Coming,” Larisa called. Naked, not bothering to cover up, she padded to the door and pulled it open.

Svetlana was standing there, completely nude except for the gossamer thin, short wrap she had worn to Larisa’s room the night before. The wrap left her legs bare and its translucent quality allowed Larisa to see every detail of the other Russian’s incredible body, from her thick brown nipples to her perfectly muscled abdomen to her clean shaven twat. Even the redhead’s feet were bare. Larisa had a sudden sense of d?j? vu. But she realized the Svetlana was alone this time. Her eyes narrowed. Before she could react, Svetlana was moving. The redhead placed one of her hands on each of Larisa’s magnificent tits and shoved hard. Larisa gasped as she staggered back into the room, barely able to recover in time to keep her balance. Svetlana entered the room, turned around for a moment to lock the door, then turned back to Larisa. Without fanfare, the redheaded Russian pulled her wrap off, letting the silken fabric drop to the floor. Now she was completely naked, as well.

The nude beauties glared at each other, their eyes narrowed. Their incredible bodies were already burning with sexual heat and anticipation. Their breasts were swollen and hard with desire, their nipples were like brown spikes, their cunts were juiced up and dripping with pussy juice, their powerful clits were swollen and twitching with arousal. The women’s green eyes locked, both remembering the ambush of the night before.

With a shared scream, Larisa and Svetlana threw themselves at each other. Both women buried their fingers into the other’s thick hair and pulled savagely, viciously. They snarled and howled, screamed and cursed as they pulled each other back and forth, up and down the room. Larisa was enraged, determined to avenge herself for the attack of the previous night. Svetlana was determined to give as good as she got, to experience the pussy of this Russian bitch for herself.

As they struggled, the naked women cursed each other in Russian.

“You dirty fucking cunt!” Larisa screamed. “I’m going to fuck your cunt off for what you did last night!”

“Dirty twat!” Svetlana snarled in reply. “I’m going to break that dirty little twat! You’re going to be begging me to fuck you some more!”

Shouting in rage, the women released the other’s hair and threw themselves into each other’s arms. Their perfect, incredibly voluptuous bodies came crashing together. Thick, taut EE tits squashed and mashed together; the women wrapped their arms around each other and crushed tight. Groaning, they staggered a bit before falling to the floor. Instantly, they twined their legs together. Powerful muscles straining, belly flat to belly, tits crushed like meat balloons, nipples on fire, they rolled back and forth on the thick bedroom rug, each trying to take and hold the dominant position. After almost ten minutes of body to body wrestling, their naked bodies writhing and grinding against each other, causing both women to gasp and moan with increasing sexual excitement, Svetlana succeeded in taking and holding the top position. She pinned Larisa to the rug, forcing the black-haired beauty’s hands over her head. At the same time, she forced Larisa’s powerful thighs apart, spreading the gorgeous Russian beneath her. Larisa welcomed the attack. After so many minutes of hot, sexual wrestling, her clit was throbbing and twitching with tension. She spread her legs and tilted her pelvis upward, opening herself, offering her cunt in challenge to the bitch on top of her. Svetlana pushed down with her muscled hips, her thick, juicy cunt squashing into Larisa’s welcoming twat, the women’s hot, slick pussy lips sliding and slipping, their aching genitals fusing together as they moved back and forth, up and down, clit riding and rubbing on clit, sending searing pleasure arcing through their luscious bodies.

“God, god, I fucking hate you,” Larisa moaned, moving her hips to keep her clit glued to Svetlana’s throbbing, pulsing clit. The women’s thick tits rubbed and mashed, their rock hard nipples constantly flicking up and down, stimulating and torturing each other, as Svetlana moved on top of Larisa, rocking and thrusting with her ass and hips. Their nipples fought and fucked each other, finally sealing and fusing nipple hole to nipple hole. Their areola burned with sexual heat.

Still locked hand to hand, Svetlana lowered her face to Larisa’s gorgeous face, opening her mouth, preparing to lock tongue to tongue with her rival. Larisa spat into the other woman’s face, some of it splattering into her mouth.

“You little fuck,” Svetlana cursed. She licked up the spit, then forced her mouth onto Larisa’s, shoving her tongue deep into the black-haired beauty’s maw. Larisa’s tongue pushed back; for more than a minute, the women’s tongues fought within their own, locked arena, spit and slick, sensitive probes twisting and turning and stroking at each other. Svetlana finally broke the kiss, forcing her face cheek to cheek with Larisa, as she resumed her efforts to fuck the other woman into oblivion. Red hair and black hair, damp with sweat, tangled together.

“Fucking cunt,” Svetlana moaned at her rival, as her ass and hips pumped, moving slow and hard, but minutely, moving her clit up and down, back and forth, against Larisa’s swollen sex horn.

“Dirty fucking whore,” Larisa moaned back. Her clit fought Svetlana’s, matching every thrust, every rub. As the pleasure grew more and more intense, the women’s desperate moans grew deeper, harder. Their bodies were soaked with sweat; Larisa succeeded in slipping her hands free of Svetlana’s grip. She used her free hands to grab Svetlana’s pumping, flexing ass and pull the redheaded bitch onto her, into her, even harder. Svetlana reached down under her opponent to grasp Larisa’s perfect, round, thick ass and increase the pressure. The women’s moans and cries of pleasure harmonized as they fucked and fucked.

Larisa’s tits were burning, throbbing with heat and tension. She could feel the incredible electricity in her nipples and she knew her tits would cum when her pussy exploded. They might even cum on their own. Svetlana was moaning, gasping, struggling to keep from cumming. Her body was on fire, the sheer, raw pleasure of feeling Larisa’s magnificent body writhing and grinding beneath her own filled her with pure sexual joy.

On and on, Larisa and Svetlana fucked, riding each other, driving into each other, struggling to make their bodies one. Their genitals seemed to generate searing heat. As their cunts melted together, Svetlana shrieked as her pussy contracted powerfully. Larisa moaned beneath her. Both women felt their clits twitching, pulsating against each other, pressed head to head, sending excruciating pleasure roaring through their locked bodies. The women’s cunts sucked hard at each other, pulling together in a tight suction. An instant later, the women came hard, at the same time, screaming as they ejaculated powerfully into each other. They rammed their cunts together as hard as they could as their steaming cum sucked back and forth between the women’s fused pussies. Their bodies trembled and quivered. Larisa’s legs twined with Svetlana, muscles straining as they convulsed in orgasmic bliss, locking each other in place. Moaning in ecstasy, Larisa pulled Svetlana into a hot, desperate kiss. The redhead eagerly engaged her, as the women’s bodies pumped cum back and forth, soaking their lower bodies. Their nipples exploded and they screamed into each other’s mouths as their tits ejaculated, nipple cum squeezing out around the meat of the women’s mashed tits. Moaning, asses and hips moving slow and hard, they pumped orgasm after orgasm out of each other until, finally, the mated women collapsed together in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap on the bedroom floor.

Panting, groaning, they lay wrapped together for some time, before Svetlana finally rolled her naked body off of Larisa. Their bodies sucked apart; thick strands of nipple cum and hot ejaculate linked their nipples and pussies. They were dripping with sweat. Svetlana lay beside Larisa, trying to regain her strength.

“You are good. You are a fantastic fuck,” Svetlana finally gasped at her black-haired rival.

“So are you, you redheaded bitch,” Larisa grudgingly admitted. She rolled away from Svetlana and then into a sitting position. She spread her legs, opening her cum-soaked cunt to her foe. “But we are not done yet. I still have to make you pay for last night. Come here and let us fuck again.”

Svetlana rolled to sit on her ass, then pushed herself across the rug towards Larisa, her legs spread wide, her hot, hard clit throbbing and twitching with tension. The women came together with a thick, juicy slap. They moaned in unison, then threw back their heads and cried out as their hips and asses began to pump. Neither woman could resist smiling with joy. They were enjoying this, enjoying the incredible sensations, the delicious pleasure of meeting and mating cunt to cunt and tit to tit. They wanted the pleasure of the other woman’s body and both were determined to take it.

Grasping each other’s sweaty thigh, Svetlana and Larisa leaned away from each other, to give themselves better, deeper access to the other woman’s cunt. Asses and hips moved in rhythm, massive tits bounced and rocked deliciously. They ground together clit on clit, never separating, their bodies undulating, writhing in ecstasy. For another half hour, they fucked hard, deeply, sucked and sealed, fused into one body at their cunts.

“God, god, god,” Svetlana cried out. She began pumping her hips and ass faster, harder.

“You slut, you whore, cum for me, cum for me, bitch,” Larisa moaned. She was almost begging; she could not hold out a moment longer, as she matched Svetlana’s thrusting hips and bucking ass. The women’s tight, hot pussies sucked at each other hard, the suction growing impenetrable.

Screaming, Svetlana came hard. Pussy cum gushed from her like a fountain. As she bucked, she squeezed her thick left tit; her nipples exploded, jetting thick, hot ejaculate like milk. An instant later, Larisa joined her. The black haired beauty’s nipples contracted then exploded. The thick cum that flowed from them coated her tits and sprayed Svetlana’s orbs, mixing the two discharges together.
Slow and hard, they kept fucking, fucking and fucking, orgasm after orgasm rippling through them, emptying their bodies into each other until, finally, they fell flat on their backs, exhausted, spent.

Their cunts were still pushed hard together, mixed cum leaking out from their mashed labia. Their tits quivered as they gasped for breath. Larisa threw her arm over her head, trying to regain her bearings. The fuck had been good, incredibly good, and she could not deny the unbearable pleasure she had just found between the legs, from the luscious body, of one of the two women who has assaulted her earlier.

Finally, the women rolled apart. They had been fucking each other for more than an hour, and in that time had inflicted eight or nine devastating orgasms on each other. Larisa glared at Svetlana, who slowly got to her feet.

“I’ve enjoyed this, Larisa,” the redhead said, with a hot smile. “I am going to enjoy fucking you tomorrow. I will break you, but I promise to give you more pleasure than you can stand.”

Larisa got to her feet. Hands on hips, she walked up to the naked Russian bitch and slowly, angrily, pressed her tits, nipple to nipple, into her enemy.

“Tomorrow, when we fuck, you will not get out of that bed. I promise that my pussy will take its full revenge then.”

The women glared at each other. Then, unable to resist, they wrapped arms around each other, thrust a muscled thigh into the other woman’s cunt, and kissed deeply, savagely, tongues wrestling, spit flowing, tits throbbing against each other.

Finally, they pushed apart. With a final smile at her rival, Svetlana walked to the door. She retrieved her wrap, pulled it on, then left the room without a backward glance.

The moment Svetlana left, Larisa rushed to the door and locked it. Then she walked slowly back to the bed and threw her wet, naked body onto the sheets. Her body was dripping with sweat and cum; her nipples were as hard as rocks and leaking cum; her pussy was burning and slick with pussy juices. She desperately wished that Kris was back with her now, to take the edge off of her lust. She slowly squeezed and kneaded her right tit, while her left hand reached down to explore and stroke her clit. It wasn’t long before she went rigid in a series of hot, hard orgasms. Momentarily sated, she drifted back off to sleep.

Svetlana hurried back to her room. Once there, she discarded her wrap, showered and freshened up, then pulled on a tiny red string bikini top, short shorts and boat shoes and went to find her partner. Svetlana’s body was burning with sexual tension. Her encounter with Larisa had been delicious, but she knew she needed much more time with the other woman to really satisfy her insatiable sexual desire. Right now, however, she and her partner had another plan.

She met Sasha outside of the library. The other redhead was dressed like she was, except that her bikini top was green. The women hurried into the library to talk. It was the one room in the house they had determined was not bugged. Why was not clear to either of them, but their earlier, subtle scans, using high tech detection equipment built into their earrings, had confirmed this.

“How was your fuck with the little Russian girl?” Sasha asked, a smirk on her gorgeous face.

“She’s not little and it was incredible. She’s a fantastic fuck, as you know. As soon as you finish up with the blonde, come and find me –we need to fuck each other hard. I am still as horny as a goat and she and I must have cum almost a dozen times.”

“Alright,” Sasha agreed. “I have not been able to find the blonde yet, but I’ll keep looking. In the meantime, I did manage to imprint some of the codes for the elevator on my capture card.”

“Good. Does this mean we will be able to use it?”

“I don’t know as yet. It should, but we will need to test it without arousing suspicion. That will be hard.”

“OK. But the artifact must be down in the lower levels. We need to take the risk.”

“I agree.”

“OK, you do a bit more digging. Find the blonde – she is really worth the ride. When you come back, we will compare notes about both of them and work out a strategy for winning this contest. We can talk about how to get the artifact later.”

Sasha nodded. The two women left the library, neither realizing that Kris had recorded their words.

Kris returned to her bedroom, fresh off her fuckfest with Sasha in the storage room. Her body was hot and her cunt was burning and tight with tension. It had only gotten worse in the few minutes it took to get to the bedroom. She unlocked the door. To her surprise, Larisa was still asleep in the bed, sprawled out naked and exposed on top of the sheets, which were in disarray. Kris was a bit surprised; usually, the other woman was up by now. But the thought was fleeting. She smiled lasciviously as she locked the door and approached Larisa’s sleeping form. Her partner’s beauty and voluptuousness was unbearable. Kris smiled as she examined the woman’s thick-lipped cunt. Delectable, she thought. She was going to get so much pleasure out of that beautiful, hot slit.

Kris slipped off her shirt, throwing it aside. She pulled off her shorts, which were now stained with pussy juice, and quickly undid and kicked off her shoes. Naked, she crawled onto the bed. She wasted no time in mounting Larisa, her body growing incredibly hot and horny as her flesh covered and mated to the slick, delicious body beneath her. She moaned as her tits crushed to Larisa’s massive boobs, their nipples growing thick against each other. Larisa awoke with a sleepy smile.

“Hey baby, where were you?” she asked, wrapping her arms around Kris’ waist, her hands caressing the blonde’s perfect ass.

“That can wait, Larisa,” Kris replied. Larisa heard the urgency, the need, in her partner’s voice. She was feeling it too; the sexual fever that Svetlana had left her in had not abated and it came back full force as she came out of her sleep. “I need to fuck, baby,” Kris continued. “I need you to fuck me hard, long, with everything you’ve got.”

“That’s good, because I need it too,” Larisa smiled, her voice hoarse. “I think today is going to be a full training day.” She spread her legs wide, offering her succulent cunt to Kris.

With a moan of pure joy, Kris thrust her aching, juiced up cunt hard and deep into Larisa’s waiting twat. The women groaned together in absolute bliss as their swollen, aching, throbbing clits grated on each other, licked length to length, then locked into place. For a long, hard minute, the women lay unmoving, enjoying the incredible sensations racing, pulsing through their perfect bodies. They smiled savagely at each other. Then, staring deeply into each other’s feverish eyes, they began to move, slow and hard, legs twining, hands on rippling asses, tits rolling and mashing, nipples fused and burning with exquisite pleasure. They sealed their lips. Together, Kris and Larisa fell into an erotic frenzy. They fucked and fucked and fucked.

Hours later, in the late afternoon, they finally stopped. Sprawled beside Kris, her luscious body pressed the length of Kris’ equally luscious form, their breasts pressed to each other, Larisa stretched and smiled.

“That was fantastic, Kris,” she purred. “I actually feel satisfied, at least for now. That does not happen often.”

“I know, baby,” Kris replied, with a smile. “God, I needed to fuck like that. You were incredible. That bitch, Sasha, found me and fucked me in a storage closet. It was so hot, it got my juices going. I really needed to get off.”

“Sasha? That’s interesting. Svetlana came after me.”

“What? When?”

“Early this morning. You had left; I suspect you were not gone for long. She knocked on the door, I answered. She was wearing the same short, see-through robe she had on when she and the other one attacked me. Anyway, we fucked for more than an hour. I have to say, it was fantastic. She was a great fuck. It also felt good to get back at one of those bitches after what happened last night.”

“Well, that was obviously planned,” Kris frowned. “It’s pretty obvious that they both wanted to fuck each of us, probably to get a sense of what strengths and weaknesses we have. But that means we have just as much experience of them as they have of us. We’re going to have to come up with a plan to deal with them, just in case.”

Suddenly, Kris remembered her phone. “Hey, wait,” she said. She slipped out of bed and walked to where she had discarded her shorts. Her phone was lying on the ground beside it. She picked it up and returned to bed.

“I did not know you had this” Larisa said, examining the sleek design.

“Jack sent it over. It’s already proven useful. This morning, when I was in the library, those redheaded bitches came in and had a conversation in Russian. They didn’t know I was there, of course. Anyway, I recorded it for you.”

Kris and Larisa listened to the recording, Larisa’s beautiful face intent as Kris watched her. After listening to the recording twice, Larisa told Kris what the women had said.

“Wow. Well, that’s a kick in the pants. I wonder what they’re after. I wonder where Hoshi found them – it looks like they have an agenda that he doesn’t know about.”

“Should we tell him?” Larisa asked, worried.

“No, let’s leave things for now. We’re here for that two million sexfight pot. If these two pull anything, it will probably be after we’re done with that. You and I will probably be gone right after the fight tomorrow night – I think that Jack wants to leave as soon as possible.”

“OK,” Larisa agreed. “But I hope whatever they’re up to doesn’t hurt anyone.”

“Yes,” Kris agreed. She looked concerned for a moment. But then Larisa started stroking her thick right nipple and playing with her delicious clit. In a few moments, both women had all but forgotten about their rivals’ mysterious plans as they turned their minds, once again, to their training regimen.

Larisa and Kris pulled themselves out of bed long enough to have supper with Yakamura and Jack, who had come back in from the ship. Svetlana and Sasha had begged off the dinner, pleading tiredness and the desire to rest for the upcoming battle. Larisa and Kris were fairly certain the women just could not pull themselves away from their fucking.

The dinner conversation was engaging. Kris asked Yakamura about his library and his interests. He had volunteered his interest in the occult and local legends. Jack indicated that he and the Pegasus had to leave on the Saturday morning, but Yakamura promised to fly Kris and Larisa wherever they wanted to go if they decided to stay over on the island longer. The women decided to postpone their decision for now.

The dinner broke up about eight thirty. By nine, Kris and Larisa were back in bed, fucking each other furiously, ravishing each other and enjoying every delicious moment. They were being careful not to wear each other out. They were pacing themselves. But they had already decided it was better to go into the battle with the edge off of their sexual hunger to help them last longer. Neither woman knew if it was even possible, but they were going to enjoy giving it a try.

Around ten PM there was a knock at Kris’ bedroom door. She and Larisa were in the middle of an unbearably pleasurable scissorlock, cunt deep inside of each other, clits catching and flicking on each other with every powerful thrust. At first, they did not hear the knock. The knock came again, harder and louder. The women paused, looking at each other. They released each other’s thighs and slowly pulled apart, their hungry cunts sucking away from each other with a thick, wet sound. Pussy juice trickled to the sheets. Their bodies were vibrating with sexual tension, but both had a pretty good idea of who was knocking at their door so late at night, while the house was dark and quiet.

Naked, her body dripping with sweat, her pussy thick, hot and wet, her inner thighs wet with pussy lubrication and her tits swollen, thick-nippled, and dripping with pre-cum, Kris climbed out of the king-sized bed and walked to the door. The lights on the night table were on, so the room was dimly illuminated. Kris looked through the peephole, looked back at Larisa and nodded. Larisa nodded back.

Kris swung the door wide open, and stood with her aroused body on full display, in front of Svetlana and Sasha. The two women were barefoot and wearing the short, see-through robes of the previous night. All four women locked eyes. Kris stood aside and ushered the other women in, silently. She locked the door after them, then walked around them to stand beside the bed. Larisa got up to stand beside her.

Svetlana and Sasha brushed their transparent robes off their shoulders, letting them puddle on the rug at their feet. The redhead’s bodies were equally as aroused as Kris and Larisa’s. They might not have been interrupted mid-fuck, but it was clear that they had been fucking only minutes before.

The four women’s eyes roamed hungrily over their incredible bodies. All of them noted with approval that their wet, hot bodies were growing more aroused with every moment. Their tits were starting to heave with excitement and anticipation; their pussies were dripping harder, heavier with lubrication. Their nipples were swelling and beginning to drip; their throbbing clits were twitching with tension.

Kris looked at Larisa again. Then, silently, the blonde and black-haired beauties climbed onto the giant bed. They threw the sheets aside, clearing the space. Then, side by side, Kris and Larisa braced their bodies with their arms behind them, and spread their powerful, muscled thighs, presenting their hot, ravenously hungry wet cunts to their redheaded rivals, in challenge and offer.

Svetlana and Sasha approached the bed silently. They climbed onto the bed, sat on their asses, braced their bodies and spread their legs. Svetlana sat facing Kris; Sasha was lined up with Larisa.

For long minutes, the four women regarded each other silently, examining the cunt of the woman across from them in minute detail, feeling the heat and erotic tension build and build. Finally, they began moving down the bed towards each other. Four juicy, succulent, clean-shaven cunts thrust and sucked together, each one seizing and locking on its counterpart, sinking into each other, labia melting, vaginas sealing, fuckmeat searing as genitals became one; four sets of EE tits crushed tight and hard, nipple holes fusing and sucking to each other, taut titflesh crushing and throbbing. The women seized the ass of the woman facing her; staring deep into each other’s eyes, all four sexual warriors saw the incredible lust, the unbearable hunger that they had for each other. Their mouths sealed, their tongues locked. The women fucked each other furiously, with all the power and lust of their insatiable, sexually voracious bodies.

The room filled with grunts, cries, screams of ecstasy, the moans and groans of four women fucking and fucking and fucking like mindless fuck machines. Cunts locked, cum was shared and exchanged, nipples were sucked and bitten, nipple cum was drunk and sloshed around in hungry mouths by probing tongues. Tits were suckled, pussies were eaten, clits were sucked and cunts were licked. The sounds of animal lust, of unrestrained sexual passion and desire lasted all night and well into the early morning. The women fucked relentlessly, changing partners often, sometimes even going back to their original partners.

In his personal study, Yakamura watched the entire night, recording every delightful orgasm, every ravenous 69, all the thrusting hips and flexing asses and jiggling tits, every scream of unbearable sexual pleasure that the four voluptuous women inflicted on each other. He was very pleased. He looked forward to the main event, the next night, with even greater anticipation.

To be continued:

[Catfightfactory]

THANK YOU!
Beautiful story
Quality needs time
so JB take your time and do your magic

[calla242]

oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!
from now on, i will print every story out. it's like a good book ^^ i wonder whats up with this artifact and -of course- how the final would be

[dwcole]

A excellent hot chapter, to a already sweltering sultry story.
I can't get enough of these four way tit/sex orgy fights.
The last part, in this chapter where all four women get it on in the same
bed - great. They switch partners back and forth and even get it on with
there own partners while on the same bed - super wow.
Thanks JB57.

[underdweller]

Dear Board,

They spread their thighs and cocked their pelvises forward, presenting their naked, dripping twats to each other. The women compressed their massive tits between their upper arms, so that the hard spikes of their nipples bore directly into each other and the top curves of their orbs mashed tight. They slipped their arms around the other woman?s hips and, filling their eager hands with their opponent?s tight, round ass, they worked their naked cunts directly into each other. They spread each other?s cunts and brought their swollen, burning clits into direct contact. The women screamed in concert, throwing back their heads to moan in ecstasy. Cunt lips locking and sucking to cunt lips, bellies rippling, hips and asses flexing and thrusting, Sasha and Kris took each other on in a delicious stand-up fuck.

To be continued:

The thought of them going at it in a closet. Really enjoyed reading this.

[fett33]

JB57 - another spectacular chapter, the Cold War turns hot again. In addition to the scorching action I really appreciated the different contrasting build up fights, the intense silent fourway stare down before the main event kicks off, and the time you took in describing the house, especially the library (really envious of the library - three stories high with a view.) Thanks again for taking the time to create another first rate tale of lust, hate, sex, and intrigue. The Russians are after more than just the prize money.

[XP]

I have a thing for fights in confined spaces and this part really hit the mark for that. Well done! I patiently await your next, probably final, part.

[sm0397]

Amazing plot twist. That feel when you know all your favorites are coming under the same roof. It is going to be a sex marathon with a great story line potential.
hats off jb57

[JB57]

Bumping up, getting ready for the next parts.

JB57