Dance The Night Away - Part 2 - Chapter 5
We sat back on our stools, our long legs, covered in a sheen of sweat, I let my thighs part, not intentionally, but it was just the way I was leaning back on the stool and resting my aching shoulders against the backrest. But I was sure she could clearly see the pink of my pussy, she parted her legs as well as we teased one another. All the men in the room could see as well. Fuck me, I am so hot and wet, so damn horny.
Our men trickled cold water over our heated, aching breasts, and massaged them. The other two, near the door were failing at their jobs and drifting over to where the ?main event? was taking place. I didn?t like that one bit. I wanted that ugly little man as far away from me as possible. But I couldn?t lose focus, I was winning, at least I thought I was, whatever that means. This time I took the initiative and slipped off my seat, shaking out my strong legs, showing off to some degree and why not, I had an amazing athletic body, and I needed to try and intimidate her with everything I had to show. I even rotated my strong shoulders and flexed my ass a little which the man behind me deeply appreciated when he walked up and pressed his bulging crotch against my butt.
She was off her stool now, and her man already behind her, wrapping his arms around her. My man moved behind me and his hands began moving up around to my waist and cupped my breasts. The man behind the brunette did the same, cupping his woman?s breasts causing our four tits to rise up just a little.
I assumed they were going to simply tease and sooth the ache we both must be feeling, so we both leaned back to let them better adjust their respective grips on our breasts. Our eyes locked and I could feel every bit of blood and erotic feeling flow into my swollen breasts and nipples. Her?s looked every bit as aroused. They no longer seemed less of stature than my own, but almost equal, almost that is. I was as excited as I was scared.
Both men had a good grip on our beasts and they pushed us together, I wasn?t expecting that. I took a deep breath as I suddenly realized what was about to happen. The men were going to use our breasts, take control of this erotic and sensual encounter, and we were going to let them. The movement went from rubbing, to grinding, as they guided our breast together over and over again as our arms hung limp. We were almost nose to nose at times, so close I could feel her moaning and grunting, I was doing the same, very loudly as my breasts crushed with this girl?s. I felt helpless as our breasts were mashed together, controlled by another person. I didn?t think I would be aroused any further but proven wrong, very wrong.
Again and again, my two perfect female tits swelled and crushed, nipples grinding against a strangers nipples. The men pulled us back at one point to tenderly massage and play with our nubs, and then going on the attack again. The Brunette and I simply whimpered and rolled our heads in despair at having our beasts beating against each other, controlled by these two men. It was the most brutal moment of the duel so far.
But we women had enough of their control and pushed away from one another, forcing the men to yield and they step away as well. She looked pained, in discomfort, as did I. We were both unsure of who won that round. It appears that it was the men who won.
The Brunette?s partner returned and stood almost between us, holding up a clear bottle, I assumed it was cool water, and I eagerly anticipated the soothing effect. He pointed the tip of the bottle at my breasts and a thin clear stream splattered over the tops of my heaving chest. I quickly realized it was some kind of oil. He squirted a stream over my rival?s glorious breasts and I didn?t even have time to react, our men moved behind us and began rubbing the oil all over our breasts. It had its desired effect. God it feels so good, it seemed to sooth the ache, and sexually stimulated my big breasts. We watched one another as our beautiful chests were coated in a sheen of lubrication, our nipples standing out hard and firm, glistening with a thick film of oil, refusing to bend when male fingers brushed over them.
I was taking deep breaths, my eyelids half closed. The whole moment was making me so damn horny. My whole body was drenched in water, sweat, female juices, and now oil. I felt the bulge of the mans crotch against my naked ass, and I caught myself involuntary grinding against him with my butt. Not again, I thought. My pussy was so wet. Please get control. I pleaded with myself.
When we reengaged, we did so under our own power, the men stood back. It was slow and gradual, our strong female mammaries glowed, slipping back and forth. The oil added a whole new element to the challenge, our shoulders sweeping back and forth. We mimicked each others motions. The men were treated to two gorgeous, perfect sets of breasts gliding across each other, our powerful globes slopping against each other. From the side the men watched as sometimes my large, creamy breast would pop free from an oily valley of cleavage, wobbling a bit and showing off my long erect pink nipple, and then watch it disappear back into the mountains of flesh only to see the Brunette?s orb emerge from the breast flesh, displaying a rock hard nipple briefly before diving back into the fray.
My head fell back as I let my mind directly connect with the sensation of our breasts dueling one another. We were truly grinding it out between our chests now. But I wasn?t sure how long we could keep it up. But it seemed to go on forever, for hours, my pussy was leaking openly as the breast battle continued. The scent of both our sexes filled the air and it drove me crazy. Would she ever give up? We resorted to twisting our shoulders from left to right, the sidewalls of our breasts slapping against one another, loud smacks echoed off the harsh walls and ceilings. With each slap of our breasts we grunted openly and loudly. Whose would give way first?
Oh God, I thought. I fucking hate this big bitch, and I'm going to make her cry and submit to me once and for all. I wanted to hurt her, and she wanted to do the same to me. I knew her pussy was openly juicing as much as mine and I hated her all the more for it. We leaned back, the Brunette across from me looked as fraught with despair as me, but a flash a female fury passed between our eyes and we both seemed to growl at one another before driving head-on into each other, crushing our chests against one another directly. My head flopped forward, we both lightly sobbed a little as neither of our breasts gave to the other. The battle would go on. How much more can I take of this?
The men actually had to pull us apart, and cold water was sprinkled on our breasts to ease the swelling and pain. I staggered, trying to regain my bearings, once I did I simply went out of my mind with lustful vengeance when I found her glaring back at me. How fucking dare this bitch drag me into something like this, I wanted to hurt her, and fuck her up. The Brunette looked enraged, and jerked free from her man?s arms, and I did the same. Free from our men, we lunged, throwing our bodies into one another, with a loud smack we flung our arms around one another and squeezed, our heads threw back, chins grinding against each other as we bared our teeth. I could feel my opponent?s firm body straining and grappling her breasts with mine, my own body, more well defined with muscles strained as well. Her body was deceivingly strong, she was hanging on, standing toe-to-toe with me.
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