BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 4
A little later than planned...
Ragnar0k
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BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 1
BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 2
BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 3
BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 5
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BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 4
Gazing inscrutably at each other as they psyched themselves up to do battle, Rachel and Diana strode to opposite ends of the sumptuous rug that formed the ‘ring’ for their contest. As if on cue they began shedding their dresses, hosiery, bras and panties, piling them neatly on the chairs set nearby for the purpose. Meanwhile, Helen and Laura took up positions, sitting cross-legged at either side of the rug where they would enjoy intimate ringside views. Although each daughter dutifully expected her own mother to triumph in the end, neither was under any illusion that this would be anything other than a very long, hard-fought and brutal contest.
Finishing their impromptu striptease, Rachel and Diana picked their harnesses up and turned, standing tall and proud as they sized each other up critically; assessing bodies that, although no longer as lissom perhaps as when they last fought, remained voluptuous and well-toned.
Comparing their mothers in the flesh for the first time, Helen and Laura were quietly impressed by what they saw: both ladies were still under forty years of age, very much in their prime and fully qualified for MILF status. Helen realized moreover just how well-matched the older women were in size and shape: hour-glass figures, big busts and broad hips that would have given classic 1950s movie stars like Russell and Mansfield a run for their money. Liberated from their lacy DD cup bras, both women’s sizeable racks hung pendulously over flat trim bellies, and each magnificent orb looked firm and succulent, with hardly any hit of sag. Rachel’s reddish-brown nipples looked marginally longer than Diana’s, which were slightly thicker and set in soft pink areolas that were almost a third larger than their her rival's darker pair. Both daughters could see their mothers’ nipples pushing out already, taut and aroused in anticipation of the battle ahead.
The younger women drank in the latent feminine power on display, represented by the broad, womanly hips and ample, curvy behinds endowed on each older women. Propelled by two sets of sturdy but toned thighs, it was clear that their mothers would bring plenty of power and weight to bear, crotch to crotch where it counted, in the final battle for supremacy.
Inevitably, Helen’s eyes also strayed to Diana’s pubic bush, which was untrimmed in a decidedly ‘old school’ way, just like her mother’s – and Helen’s own in fact. Unlike her mother’s pubes which were deep, dark brown with some grey hairs visible, Diana’s were rich, golden and long and curly enough to shield her labia well. Helen knew from experience that a coarse, unkempt bush conferred natural advantages when used aggressively in combat: protecting the vulva while dealing abrasive damage to the opponent at the same time.
“Ready for what’s coming to you, bitch?” Rachel's tone was low, controlled and menacing as she deftly strapped the dildo harness around her pelvis. Finishing adjusting her own straps, the blonde smiled back icily and gave a cutting laugh. “No, but I’m ready to fuck you into submission right here in front of your shocked young daughter.”
“Oh I doubt that very much.”
"Well there's still time to back out if you're scared what I might do to you..."
"Hahaha don't talk rubbish - let's get on with this!"
Riding the sudden adrenalin kick, the rivals moved purposefully towards the centre, shoulders pulled back so that their big oval breasts pushed out aggressively. The large ivory dongs swayed on their hips menacingly, standing permanently erect in their soft leather harnesses. Watched intently by their daughters Rachel and Diana began to circle cautiously, their breathing becoming rapid and shallow, eyes narrowing as they searched for the first opportunity to strike. Suddenly, with enraged cries, they locked up, fingers digging into shoulders and curling behind necks, the big dildos clattering together as they braced. For the next half a minute the rival MILFs hustled each other around on the rug, pulling and shoving, stamping on each other's bare feet as they strained for advantage. Time and again they twisted, the fencing dildos clashing with staccato clacks as each tried to get into position to deliver the critical first thrust . But each aggressive move was quickly matched by a countermove and both combatants soon discovered it was no easy matter to direct her large, unwieldy dong up between the legs of a lithe, moving target.
Trying to break the deadlock Rachel curled her leg around Diana’s, hoping to force her rival off balance. But the blonde resisted fiercely, grapevining her opponent in turn as they engaged in a sweaty, inconclusive tussle before pushing away again, faces more flushed and angry. As they resumed pacing the rug again the only conclusion both women could draw, having taken each other's initial measure, was how evenly matched they were. But, with their daughters watching expectantly from the side-lines, Rachel and Diana were both anxious to open the scoring quickly.
Rachel used the opportunity provided by the break to goad her rival:
“What are you holding back for, whore?" Rachel goaded, hoping to rile her opponent into attacking her.
"I'm not the one holding back slut. You want some more, then come and get it!”
With that, the two women slammed into each other again breast to breast, dildos clashing then digging sideways against their stomachs as they grappled furiously. Despite her anger Diana had a plan this time as she clasped her hands around Rachel’s neck and brought her big tits into action, swinging them upwards at speed so that both racks collided with a mighty slap. The unexpected blow stopped Rachel in her tracks and she was forced to take a step back as the blonde’s stupendous jugs smashed into hers a second time.
Although Helen became anxious as her mother began to waver, Rachel rallied quickly, gripping Diana round the neck in turn as both MILFs lunged upwards simultaneously, slamming their mighty tits together head-on. This time the heavy impact was punctuated by deep groans as the sensitive nerve endings in both women's boobs erupted in pain. But fully committed to battling with their tits now, the bitter rivals pulled apart and slammed together again brutally for a fourth, fifth and sixth time, before collapsing against each other, big sweaty orbs plastered together, quivering with pain.
With both MILFs overloaded synapses still reeling they leaned in, letting their straining tits mash together hard and grind in tight embrace. With the wicked-looking dildos still trapped between them Laura's mother and Helen's mother began to push and shove, each becoming increasingly desperate to crush her opponent and gain the upper hand.
The spellbound daughters quickly lost track of time as a seesaw battle for control developed, watching their mothers' titflesh ooze sideways and turn bright pink under excruciating pressure, hearing every tortured, rasping breath exhaled. Reaching the limits of their physical endurance now, Rachel and Diana stumbled back and forth across the rug, one forcing the other to retreat a few paces only to be forced back herself, moments later.
Just as it seemed both women must collapse from the unnatural exertions, the blonde gave another mighty squeeze and was rewarded by a shrill gasp as her opponent’s back arched in pain. "Don't give in yet - NOOO!" Helen’s shout came too late as Diana wrenched Rachel up on tiptoes before running her opponent out of control backwards and slamming her against the wall behind. The sudden driving impact left the dark-haired woman stunned, and worse was to come as the blonde sank her claws into her rival's belly and, shimmying her hips down, brought the big dildo up in a single, fluid motion, neatly skewering Rachel between her open thighs.
“Yesss – take her down!”
Laura whooped and punched the air as the dildo head disappeared beneath those dark pubes and Helen’s mother began gasping as Diana thrust upwards until half of the big dong had disappeared.
“Nooo – fuck oohhhhh!!”
Rachel moaned as Diana trapped her against the wall, forcing the dildo higher inside her opponent’s cunt with a powerful arch of her legs. The blonde hissed in delight as Helen’s mother squirmed almost futilely against her, teetering up on her toes as she struggled to avoid full penetration. Before Diana could drive the dildo home, Rachel clasped her arms around her rival’s neck and pushed back off the wall, allowing her long legs to come up as she scissored the surprised blonde around the waist.
With the dildo still half buried inside her, Rachel pulled her rival’s face into the ample flesh of her tits. Finding her breathing passages sealed suddenly in the dark-haired woman's sweaty cleavage, and her waist crushed by her opponent’s powerful thighs, the blonde stumbled backwards carrying her rival's full weight on her shoulders and hips. Laura’s mum staggered a few disorientated steps backwards then feeling the rug beneath her bare feet quickly dropped to her knees, hoping to pull her opponent down on her and drive the dong all the way inside. Rachel had anticipated the move however and slammed her feet flat on the floor as they fell, pushing herself upwards so that the dildo sucked back out of her quivering pussy as she straightened her thighs.
Almost sobbing with relief as the bulbous head popped free, Rachel threw herself on her opponent causing both women to crash heavily to the floor. Everything was in play again suddenly as they twisted over and over, bodies savagely entwined. The atmosphere became fraught and electrifying as the MILFs fought like alley cats, big dongs clattering and scraping as they thrust their hips together wildly.
At length their sweating, superheated bodies seemed to meld as Diana emerged shakily on top, laying her sweating cheek against Rachel's as they lay entwined for a moment, gasping in deep, shuddering breaths; hearts pumping furiously inside heaving breasts. Allowing her opponent no respite, Laura’s mother braced, bringing her full strength and weight to bear, gradually forcing Rachel's hands outwards until Helen's mother was pinned in an alarming crucifix position.
"N – Nnnooo…" Rachel gasped, feeling her hated rival settling lower, hips twitched menacingly, shivering as Diana's big dildo slid across her thigh, hovering dangerously close to her unprotected cunt, inches away from penetrating forcibly for the second time.
“Fight back mother. You have to!” Although Rachel wasn’t near to conceding yet, her daughter's plaintive cry struck home and pain burned into her knuckles as she fought back strongly, bridging her groin against the broad-muscled mound hanging above her own, successfully denying Diana entry for now.
Having failed to convert the pin to her advantage, Diana suddenly felt Rachel's toned calves slide behind her own as the dark-haired MILF countered, and twisted her rival over on to her side after an almost gut-wrenching effort.
Both women began to gasp as they held each other side by side in a powerful clinch and started to compress their mighty rival orbs together again, gritting their teeth and groaning as their slippery titflesh started to pinch, roll and squeeze out to the sides.
Rachel began to feel her erect nipples digging into Diana’s soft flesh until the blonde’s arms moved to constrict her more tightly. But the attempt to immobilize her delivered an unexpected bonus as Rachel's nipples were lined up perfectly to abrade Diana’s sensitive areolas. Both women threw their heads back and yelled as their swollen chests mashed together again, but the blonde howled louder as her rival’s hard nubs bore into her mercilessly.
Laura and Helen watched tensely as their mothers continued to writhe on the floor, but it was clear now that Diana was weakening faster, allowing Rachel to hike one leg over her rival and slowly force her on to her back. With a growing sense of panic, the blonde resisted her rival who was working to prise her knees apart, shimmying her hips as she directed the dildo tip towards her opponent’s vulnerable cunt lips. Diana cried out as the big head nuzzled her labia, locking legs with her rival and bridging desperately in a last attempt to defend her moist pink citadel.
The opposing pelvic struggle hung in the balance for several delicious moments before gravity, and the weight behind her hips and meaty ass, allowed Rachel to penetrate her rival’s straining cunt lips in a series of slow, almost languid thrusts. The dark-haired woman groaned sensuously through half-closed eyes, watching her rival’s head go back in open-mouthed dismay, the angle of attack affording both daughters a clear view of her straining vulva bulging to accommodate the girth of the mighty dong.
"Ohhhhhh....fuuuccccckk... aaahhhhh!"
"Oh yes... feel that big fucker going in you bitch!"
Just as Rachel had described earlier while examining the exquisite craftsmanship, the bulbous head was causing Diana's vaginal opening to expand and pulsate rapidly as she was penetrated, while the ripples all down the shaft amplified the massive amount of stimulation she was already receiving. As Rachel began driving the massive dong in harder, deeper and faster the effect was shattering as the serrated ridges around the base started grinding against the blonde's overstimulated clitoris with each and every stroke.
It was clear that Laura's mother was now trapped in the 'perfect storm' Helen had predicted earlier, unable to force her opponent off, or even defend to herself as the big shaft plunged into her repeatedly. Soon Diana began keening uncontrollably as her pussy went into spasms and she jerked wildly against Rachel while suffering the first of several massive, squirting orgasms.
Helen's mother was like a cowgirl astride a bucking bronco, hoping fervently that she could continue to ride her opponent through several more orgasms until she weakened irrevocably and was forced to yield. The one crucial variable Helen's mother forgot in her calculations however was the existence of the back-angled ridges designed to stimulate the wearer of the dildo harness. And so, while Rachel quickly forged ahead of Diana in terms of forced orgasms, the dark-haired woman was caught entirely by surprise when succumbing to a powerful orgasm herself as her own clit responded to the pressure and excitement of grinding constantly against her pinned and struggling rival.
The unexpected development created a momentary breathing space for Diana as her opponent's attack faltered and she seized the opportunity with both hands - literally - grasping hold of the dildo between her legs to immobilise it. Then taking advantage of her opponent's momentary indisposition she finally squirmed free, rolling clear to land on the rug beside her daughter where she lay panting, eyes closed, gently massaging her red and swollen vulva. Still fired up with adrenalin, Rachel was all for continuing on Diana where she lay, but Laura waved her away angrily while shielding her mother from further abuse.
"We'll call a two-minute time out," the younger Symington-Bailey insisted. "Don't worry, you'll get your chance again soon enough." And the blonde girl's lips curled into a wicked grin. "But, knowing mother as I do, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when this little shindig re-starts."
And as Diana sat up and turned towards her rival, her blazing eyes locked on Diana's murderously, making it clear that she would be going all out for revenge. "I hope you weren't going to ask for mercy slut, because I'm all out of mercy right now."
Rachel laughed harshly as they both stood up and took their marks again at either end of the rug. "That's fine bitch, seems like I'm right out of that precious commodity too. So lets quit jawing about it and bring it on!"
Helen and Laura both stared at each other then looked back at their mothers in the realisation that some sort of Rubicon had been crossed and, whatever happened next, neither woman would receive or give any quarter to her rival from now on.
To be continued…
End of Part 4
Re: BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 4
Excellent rumble. Hope Diana wins!
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Rocko23
Excellent rumble. Hope Diana wins!
Rocko,
Thanks for the feedback. I'm posting the end of the match today so you can find out if your wish prediction was accurate or not ;)
Ragnar0k
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Ragnar0k
BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 4
?Ready for what?s coming to you, bitch?? Rachel's tone was low, controlled and menacing as she deftly strapped the dildo harness around her pelvis. Finishing adjusting her own straps, the blonde smiled back icily and gave a cutting laugh. ?No, but I?m ready to fuck you into submission right here in front of your shocked young daughter.?
?Oh I doubt that very much.?
"Well there's still time to back out if you're scared what I might do to you..."
"Hahaha don't talk rubbish - let's get on with this!"
Riding the sudden adrenalin kick, the rivals moved purposefully towards the centre, shoulders pulled back so that their big oval breasts pushed out aggressively. The large ivory dongs swayed on their hips menacingly, standing permanently erect in their soft leather harnesses. Watched intently by their daughters Rachel and Diana began to circle cautiously, their breathing becoming rapid and shallow, eyes narrowing as they searched for the first opportunity to strike. Suddenly, with enraged cries, they locked up, fingers digging into shoulders and curling behind necks, the big dildos clattering together as they braced. For the next half a minute the rival MILFs hustled each other around on the rug, pulling and shoving, stamping on each other's bare feet as they strained for advantage. Time and again they twisted, the fencing dildos clashing with staccato clacks as each tried to get into position to deliver the critical first thrust . But each aggressive move was quickly matched by a countermove and both combatants soon discovered it was no easy matter to direct her large, unwieldy dong up between the legs of a lithe, moving target.
Laura whooped and punched the air as the dildo head disappeared beneath those dark pubes and Helen?s mother began gasping as Diana thrust upwards until half of the big dong had disappeared.
?Nooo ? fuck oohhhhh!!?
Laura and Helen watched tensely as their mothers continued to writhe on the floor, but it was clear now that Diana was weakening faster, allowing Rachel to hike one leg over her rival and slowly force her on to her back. With a growing sense of panic, the blonde resisted her rival who was working to prise her knees apart, shimmying her hips as she directed the dildo tip towards her opponent?s vulnerable cunt lips. Diana cried out as the big head nuzzled her labia, locking legs with her rival and bridging desperately in a last attempt to defend her moist pink citadel.
The opposing pelvic struggle hung in the balance for several delicious moments before gravity, and the weight behind her hips and meaty ass, allowed Rachel to penetrate her rival?s straining cunt lips in a series of slow, almost languid thrusts. The dark-haired woman groaned sensuously through half-closed eyes, watching her rival?s head go back in open-mouthed dismay, the angle of attack affording both daughters a clear view of her straining vulva bulging to accommodate the girth of the mighty dong.
"Ohhhhhh....fuuuccccckk... aaahhhhh!"
"Oh yes... feel that big fucker going in you bitch!"
Just as Rachel had described earlier while examining the exquisite craftsmanship, the bulbous head was causing Diana's vaginal opening to expand and pulsate rapidly as she was penetrated, while the ripples all down the shaft amplified the massive amount of stimulation she was already receiving. As Rachel began driving the massive dong in harder, deeper and faster the effect was shattering as the serrated ridges around the base started grinding against the blonde's overstimulated clitoris with each and every stroke.
It was clear that Laura's mother was now trapped in the 'perfect storm' Helen had predicted earlier, unable to force her opponent off, or even defend to herself as the big shaft plunged into her repeatedly. Soon Diana began keening uncontrollably as her pussy went into spasms and she jerked wildly against Rachel while suffering the first of several massive, squirting orgasms.
Helen's mother was like a cowgirl astride a bucking bronco, hoping fervently that she could continue to ride her opponent through several more orgasms until she weakened irrevocably and was forced to yield. The one crucial variable Helen's mother forgot in her calculations however was the existence of the back-angled ridges designed to stimulate the wearer of the dildo harness. And so, while Rachel quickly forged ahead of Diana in terms of forced orgasms, the dark-haired woman was caught entirely by surprise when succumbing to a powerful orgasm herself as her own clit responded to the pressure and excitement of grinding constantly against her pinned and struggling rival.
To be continued?
End of Part 4
These types of battles are awesome but unfortunately rare. Two females fighting with strap-ons. Hope that you keep writing more of these. Thanks
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underdweller
These types of battles are awesome but unfortunately rare. Two females fighting with strap-ons. Hope that you keep writing more of these. Thanks
Thanks Underdweller,
I've also enjoyed reading these types of battles when they appear, and it was always the plan to include at least one in BSQ. Its actually the first such story I've written but I could certainly imagine writing more when I have the right scenario again.
Ragnar0k
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Ragnar0k
Thanks Underdweller,
I've also enjoyed reading these types of battles when they appear, and it was always the plan to include at least one in BSQ. Its actually the first such story I've written but I could certainly imagine writing more when I have the right scenario again.
Ragnar0k
Could you please share titles, because I only know one story where the women both wear a strap-on. It is written by HalHow and is called The Challenge, where two colleagues clash in an empty office.
Possible scenarios
Two sorority members fight to become the head of the house.
Two life guards fight for title beachmaster.
Jane Bond versus the girl with the golden strap-on.
Enjoy your weekend
Re: BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 4
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underdweller
Could you please share titles, because I only know one story where the women both wear a strap-on. It is written by HalHow and is called The Challenge, where two colleagues clash in an empty office.
Possible scenarios
Two sorority members fight to become the head of the house.
Two life guards fight for title beachmaster.
Jane Bond versus the girl with the golden strap-on.
Enjoy your weekend
Honestly, the very first strap-on story I came across was in my teens. Literally in a glossy nudie mag that I chanced upon... and the story immediately had me hooked, believe me!
I'm familiar with the story by HalHow and only wish I remembered where I discovered, or kept copies of the few others I saw... but most were on sites I've forgotten or have since disappeared. I may have the odd story stored on old drives so if I come across any I'll be sure to let you know.
Have to confess, I'm intrigued by your possible scenarios, especially Jane Bond versus the girl with the golden strap-on. That could be written up like the climactic duel between Bond and Scaramanga... only the weapons of choice wouldn't be automatic pistols in this case! :D Might even have a crack at that one if I can make time.
Re: BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 4
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Originally Posted by
Ragnar0k
Honestly, the very first strap-on story I came across was in my teens. Literally in a glossy nudie mag that I chanced upon... and the story immediately had me hooked, believe me!
I'm familiar with the story by HalHow and only wish I remembered where I discovered, or kept copies of the few others I saw... but most were on sites I've forgotten or have since disappeared. I may have the odd story stored on old drives so if I come across any I'll be sure to let you know.
Have to confess, I'm intrigued by your possible scenarios, especially Jane Bond versus the girl with the golden strap-on. That could be written up like the climactic duel between Bond and Scaramanga... only the weapons of choice wouldn't be automatic pistols in this case! :D Might even have a crack at that one if I can make time.
Thank you for your swift reply. Sounds familiair, the story of HalHow is for me the benchmark. I really like your idea of the Jane Bond scenario.
