Trophy Wives

Part I:

Penny relaxed into the amazingly comfortable seat of the sports car and enjoyed the flash of the countryside going by. Roy, her husband, had bought this new electric supercar just the week before as another toy in his continuing efforts to stave off his midlife crisis.

Roy’s efforts to deal with his declining masculinity and age included Penny. She was in her late 20s and built like a supercar herself. Her tits were massive and amazingly firm, her waist was narrow, her abs were beautifully defined, her hips curved out extravagantly. Her legs were long and powerful and perfectly shaped. All of this was topped off by a beautiful face and long, thick strawberry blonde locks. Penny was the entire package, a mouth-wateringly voluptuous super-vixen, and her husband appreciated her incredible body every chance that he could.

Penny also appreciated Roy, but for other reasons. She had been born on the wrong side of the tracks. When her body began filling out in her teens, she quickly realized that her ticket to the good life lay between her luscious legs and in her magnificent, bulging tits. She started honing her sexual skills early and now, several years later, it had paid off. She was the trophy wife to a very wealthy and powerful man. She was an ornament that he gladly displayed to his envious friends and happily showed off at glittering parties and the retreats of the wealthy and powerful. Even among the many other trophy wives and girlfriends, Penny was unrivaled in the lushness of her body. She radiated erotic power and confidence and she fulfilled her role as Roy’s prize possession perfectly.

Roy was in his late 50s, old enough to be Penny’s father but still virile enough to keep her sexually satisfied – at least most of the time. The fact was that Penny was a bit of a slut, and she enjoyed fucking more than anything else in the world. She had not yet stepped out on Roy, but the temptation of the occasional hot young guy was sometimes almost overpowering. It was not helped by the fact she could have any man she wanted. She knew it would just be a matter of time before Roy’s aging prick and her overactive vibrator were not enough to satisfy her needs and she would take some pool boy or golf pro for a spin. Before that happened, she needed to make sure she had all her ducks in a row so that Roy could not avoid paying a substantial settlement if they divorced. Penny wasn’t exactly a gold digger, but she had an honest sense of her own weaknesses and thick, hard cock was definitely one of them. Or, she thought, the occasional pussy too. She had not fucked that many women in her life so far but she had thoroughly enjoyed it when she had. She suspected she might lean a bit more towards the female part of the bisexual spectrum, but there were not a lot of women who could meet her financial needs.

Today, Roy and Penny were joining Roy’s old friend Martin at a mountain retreat. Martin had recently remarried and this was the first time that Roy and Penny would meet his new wife. The rumor was that Melissa, the new wife, was an amazingly luscious doll. Roy wanted to see if his friend’s new playmate was as delectable as his own. He wanted the satisfaction of showing Martin that Roy’s wife was better than his friend’s new spouse. He knew that Martin was hoping to do the same to him, but Roy could not imagine another woman being able to show up Penny. His blonde beauty was perfect in every way.

Their supercar whirred almost silently into the driveway of a mountaintop manor. The house was big and beautiful. It was modeled on a Swiss chalet. Roy pulled their bags out of the car’s front trunk and carried them up the stairs to the main door. Penny following closely behind him. Her ass flexed and her hips swayed as her skintight pants outlined every succulent inch of her ass. They used a key card to enter the main hall. Directly facing them were huge, full-wall windows framing the spectacular view of snow-capped mountains and the lushly forested valley beyond. Cathedral ceilings magnified the sense of space and light. The chalet’s main bedrooms were located one level up, in the loft, which looked down into the great room.

Martin and his bride were sitting on the couch, nuzzling and talking, when Roy and Penny entered the chalet. The couple got to their feet to greet the new arrivals. Penny was stunned by what she saw. So was Roy.

Melissa was absolutely gorgeous. Sparkling green eyes nicely complemented deep, long auburn hair. She was wearing a tight sweater that lovingly exhibited her incredible, bulging rack. Skin tight yoga pants left little to the imagination in highlighting her long, muscular legs. Penny could tell that this woman was her physical rival, maybe even her equal, in every way. Penny could not suppress the jealousy and hate that momentarily flared in her mind. She felt an intense desire to establish her superiority over the other woman, but she pushed it back.

As Melissa rose from the couch to greet them, Penny saw the flash of surprise then rage flicker through the other woman’s eyes, before they were carefully concealed. The redhead was in her stocking feet, so she was slightly shorter than Penny in her heels, but the women were the same height. Indeed, below their necks, they were practically twins.

Roy and Martin regarded the other man’s wife with barely suppressed lust. Both men had expected their respective wives to humble the other woman and establish her husband’s relative superiority. The fact that neither woman was obviously physically superior to the other was an unexpected development.

“Roy, old man!” Martin exclaimed. “Great to see you! And what a beautiful wife you have!” Martin rose to shake Roy’s hand. The men exchanged slaps on the shoulders.

“You too, Martin!” Roy smiled. “And you must be Melissa,” he said to the redheaded beauty. “Martin told me how gorgeous you are but he did not do you justice!”

Melissa smiled and ducked her head charmingly.

“This is my wife, Penny,” Roy said, putting his arm around his wife’s narrow, muscular waist.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Martin, Melissa,” Penny smiled. She reached out to shake Martin’s hand. The older man gripped her hand tightly and looked into her blue eyes. He did not try to hide his lust.

Penny freed her hand and offered it to Melissa. The two women’s eyes locked, green to blue.

“Likewise,” Melissa purred. She took Penny’s hand in her own. The women smiled at each other, but both tightened their grip and held palm to palm a little longer than needed. Bare skin on skin sent a shock of electricity racing through their bodies. Penny felt her nipples tighten and bore into the t-shirt she was wearing under her jacket. She glanced down and saw Melissa’s nipples subtly tenting her tight sweater.

“Why don’t you two settle in, then all four of us can try out the hot tub on the deck?” Martin asked amiably. His eyes were shining and the impish grin on his face made it clear that he was looking forward to showing off his wife in a bikini and getting a chance to directly compare his redhead’s body to that of his friend’s blonde wife.

“That sounds like a great idea!” Roy enthusiastically replied. The same thoughts were in his head. He hoped that, once they were nearly naked, it would become clear that his wife was somehow better than that of his friend. But he was not as confident of this as he usually was. Melissa seemed just as stacked as Penny, maybe even moreso, and just as curvy in the right places. This one was too close to call, at least with the women in clothing.

Penny and Roy took their bags upstairs and quickly settled in. Penny had packed several bikinis and pulled a classic black string bikini out of her bag. She pulled on the thong, which left her ass cheeks completely exposed and barely rose high enough to cover her clean-shaven pussy, then pulled on the tiny black triangles that left her massive, perfect tits bulging out on all sides. She admired herself in a full-length mirror.

Roy watched from the bed, his prick growing enormous just watching his incredible wife examine herself in the mirror. God, she was gorgeous! But he knew his own flaws very well. If it turned out that Melissa was bustier, hippier, maybe somehow slightly more erotically appealing in some way, he would feel that he had lost out. He would have to have Melissa for himself. He was already formulating breaching the possibility of a wife swap with Martin. Martin was exactly the same kind of man that Roy was. Roy knew that his old friend had exactly the same thoughts about Penny. The two men had shared and exchanged mistresses in the past. Letting each other enjoy some time with the other’s wife was not out of the question. In fact, it might all be part of their competition.

Penny pulled on a thin white robe that barely made it down to tops of her columnar thighs. “Ready to go hot tub, baby?” she cooed at her husband.

Roy indicated his massive erection. “Could you do something about this first, darling?” he asked.

Penny smiled. She slipped off the robe, walked over to the bed, and pushed Roy flat on his back. She dropped to her knees, pulled his swim trunks down his hips, freeing his prick, and, without removing her bikini top, slipped his throbbing shaft up into the tight, hot cleavage of her succulent glands. She pushed the firm meat together with her hands on either tit, so that they encompassed Roy’s cock, pressing in on his shaft from all sides. As she rubbed his up and down, setting his prick on fire as it slid within the tight confines of her tits, she lowered her head and began sucking and nibbling at his prick head. Her tongue licked and probed at the sensitive flesh. She took him all the way in, the tight, wet, hot cavern of her throat causing the man to moan in bliss.

It was not long before Roy came, groaning in an agony of pleasure, his hips jerking as he ejaculated again and again into the woman’s mouth.

Penny fully covered his prick head with her mouth and sucked and slurped all of the cum back. She swallowed, then raised her head, her tongue lapping up the cum dribbling at the corner of her mouth. Not a drop had fallen onto her rounded tits.

“How was that?” she asked, smiling. She knew the answer.

“God, that was fantastic,” Roy grunted.

“Good. Let’s go meet your friends.”

Penny and Roy made their way to the hot tub, which was located on the deck of the chalet. The deck was just off the great room and shared the magnificent view of the snow-topped mountains and deep forest. The chalet was relatively isolated. It was early evening, going on twilight, and lights in the valley and along the forest cliffs were dotting the landscape.

Martin was already in the tub, looking up to admire his redheaded wife, who was standing on the deck beside the hot tub, getting ready to enter the frothing water. Melissa was wearing a bikini identical to Penny’s, even down to the color. The men examined the women’s competing bodies intently, quickly trying to determine which wife was better. It was too close to call. Both women filled out their scraps of clothing equally well, at least at first glance. A more exacting comparison would be needed to sort things out.

Melissa slipped into the hot water and quickly soaked herself up to the neck before sliding across the tub to sit beside her husband. Martin put his arm over his wife’s shoulder and openly cupped and fondled one of her massive tits.

Roy and Penny slid into the water and sat side by side. Roy’s hands moved over his wife’s thigh beneath the bubbling froth.

The two couples smiled at each other. They shared wine and small talk, the men quickly getting into the details of a business deal they were working on. The night pressed in and the lights on the hills and mountains around them grew brighter. The glow coming up from the tub lit the night. The warm glow from the chalet fostered the cozy ambiance.
After a few minutes of listening to Roy and Martin talk, Melissa rolled her eyes, then disengaged from her husband and moved across the pool, towards Penny.

“Go on over there and join my husband, Roy,” Melissa smiled at the man. “I want some girl talk with your lovely wife. There’s no reason the two of us should be bored senseless listening to your business talk.”

In fact, Penny had found the business talk interesting. She was always trying to pick up what information she could about her husband’s dealings. It was knowledge that could come in handy later. However, she could not let on that she was much smarter than the average bimbo.

Roy gave Melissa his seat and moved to sit closer to Martin, keeping a seat between them. Melissa sat right beside Penny. Under the water, her bare hip and thigh pressed up against the blonde’s, the women’s extended legs pushed tight. Melissa leaned into Penny and looped her arm over the other wife’s shoulder. Her mostly exposed breast pushed into Penny’s tit, the succulent titmeat meeting and crushing. Penny slipped her arm around Melissa’s waist and pulled the redhead in closer. She knew how to play this game.
Melissa pushed her face close to Penny’s face. “Ready to give our guys a bit of a show, slut?” the redhead murmured under her breath.

“Ready whenever you are, cuntlicker,” Penny murmured back.

The women touched tongues, gently at first. Penny felt a surge of pleasure and desire flowing through her body and into her clit. She was a bit surprised at the strength of her response, but she had always enjoyed fucking women and this bitch was spectacular. She heard Melissa grunt and knew that the cunt had the same reaction as she had.

The women moved to face each other more directly, moving away from the seat on the side of the tub more to the center. Their kissing became more passionate as they leaned into each other, massive tit to tit. Both women wanted to test and compare the other slut’s body to her own and Penny was annoyed to feel that Melissa’s tits were every bit as dense and thick as hers were. Their throbbing, rock-hard nipples stabbed into each other through their bikini tops. The women pushed in tight, arms wrapping around backs, squashing their dense titmeat until the four meaty masses quivered with tension.

The men on the other side of the tub had stopped talking. Penny knew that they were watching. The supposed point of what she and this bitch were doing to each other was putting on a sex show for their horny old men. Penny was distracted. She really did want to beat this bitch, she wanted to feel the whore’s saggy bags collapsing under the pressure from Penny’s thick, juicy rack. She was annoyed and angry that the bitch’s tits were so strong, so succulent, that they felt so good on her own! Their tongues thrashed and twined within their mouths and both women moaned deeply as the pleasure from the kissfight grew faster and hotter. Penny grabbed Melissa by her thick, red hair, close to her scalp, and pulled her head back, breaking the kiss.

The women leaned harder into each other, cheek to cheek, panting in the other’s ear.

“Too much for you, whore?” Melissa whispered, taunting the other woman.

“Fuck you, cunt,” Penny whispered back. Her face was on the other side of Melissa’s, so she was blocked from the men. “I’m going to pop those fake balloons.”

“Just try, cuntfucker,” Melissa snarled. “I’ll put my all-natural rack up against your silicon tits any day.”

“My meat is 100% me, fucker,” Penny hissed. “When you deflate and sag like a cheap tent, remember that.”

The women locked into another deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues pushed hard, truly wrestling now, and they could taste their mutual antagonism, their growing hatred. Penny pushed Melissa’s head more deeply into the kiss, a move Melissa immediately reciprocated. Penny felt Melissa’s free hand pulling at the knots of her string bikini top. She followed the woman’s lead, quickly undoing her opponent’s top. Both women pulled off the other woman’s bikini top at the same time. Never breaking their increasingly savage kiss, they held up the tiny string rags like trophies, then tossed them aside, out of the tub.

The struggling women heard the men whoop in excitement and even clap as the women got into their contest more deeply. Penny felt the sting, the delicious stimulation, of Melissa’s naked nipples grating and prodding at her own. The women shifted their naked tits against each other, the heavy masses throbbing and pulsing, dense, taut flesh contending with equally dense, taut flesh. Their nipples sealed head to head and both women grunted as they felt their milk holes suck. Penny nearly cried out. She had rarely encountered tits so strong that they could do that to her. Her sexual excitement was getting more and more intense. Her pussy was throbbing, she felt her clit harden into a rock, and she knew that she would be as wet as a lake if she were not already immersed in hot water.

Penny and Melissa rubbed tits harder and harder, grunting and moaning. They broke the kiss to squeeze each other in a mutual bearhug, their trembling racks holding them apart. Penny slapped her naked belly to her rival’s equally smooth, muscular abdomen, and rubbed hard. Melisssa pushed back. The women glared at each other and, reading the same signals, eased off their bearhug. Instead, they leaned back slightly, relieved the pressure on their tits just a bit, and gripped each other by the forearms, trapping their massive glands together within the box formed by their arms.

Glaring at each other, their mutual hostility now in the open, the women surged their tits together, nipple spearing nipple. The heavy masses quivered uncontrollably. A shock of pleasure radiated through their dense, succulent meat, flowing in an uninterrupted line down to their clits and their searing pussies. The women pressed forehead to forehead, glared eye to eye, then thrust their tits together full strength, with all the power of their pectorals. The four meaty masses quivered and shuddered, their dense flesh rippled, but neither could push the other back.

Penny wanted to take on this bitch. All of her animal instincts were alive, her fury as an Alpha was overflowing. She was so focused on the cunt in front of her that she did not realize, at first, that Roy and Martin had slipped behind their respective wives. She felt Roy’s hands on her hips and realized that he had untied her bikini bottom thong. She saw Martin pull Melissa’s bikini thong off and throw it on the deck.

Penny felt Roy’s rock-hard cock pushing at her ass. She preferred to take it in the pussy, so she pushed her hips back and spread her legs a bit more, giving him a clear shot. She saw Melissa do the same.

The men penetrated their wives at the same moment. Roy was very well hung, so Penny felt his prick driving up into her slick cunt and going in a respectable distance. She squeezed him immediately, eliciting a deep groan of pleasure from him. Across from her, she could see the expression of ecstasy on Martin’s face as his trophy wife did the same thing to his invading cock.

Reluctantly, the two beautiful vixens pulled apart, separating their throbbing tits, releasing each other’s arms. They both understood that the job of a trophy wife was to keep her husband happy. But their eyes flashed.

“Fuck you,” Penny mouthed at Melissa.

“Fuck you, cunt,” Melissa replied.

The women’s glares were toxic, filled with deep hate and incredible lust. What they had started they would finish but, for now, their attention had to be elsewhere.

Penny leaned back into her husband, reaching behind her to grip his head. Roy bit her on the shoulder and released her hips to reach up her body and paw and squeeze her incredible rack, palming her rock-hard nipples. Penny squeezed Roy’s dick hard, rippling her vaginal muscles along its length, causing him to cry out in pleasure. She pulled his head to her and kissed him as best she could while he was positioned behind her.

Across the pool, Penny saw that Melissa was gripping the rim of the pool as Martin fucked her from behind. Their grunts and moans were already forming a harmony. Penny thought Melissa’s cries of pleasure sounded very good. Maybe she really did enjoy getting fucked by her old man. Penny pushed these thoughts out of her head and focused on pleasuring Roy and earning her keep as his wife.

Penny maneuvered Roy into the same position as Melissa and Martin had assumed on the other side of the tub. Gripping the rubber rim tightly, Penny grunted and groaned as Roy drove into her pussy from behind, the sound of his belly slapping against her taut, perfect ass matching the same rhythm as Martin’s epic thrusts into Melissa’s cunt. The women’s big tits jolted and shook, churning up the water, as the men pounded their cunts. For some time, the two couples rutted furiously, each trying to outdo the other. Martin came a few moments before Roy, not surprising since he had started sooner. Hearing his friend cry out in bliss, Roy pumped just a few seconds longer, then let out a tortuous groan as he ejaculated his entire load into Penny’s hot, tight twat. The blonde squeezed him with her vaginal muscles, milking his prick. Gasping, Roy fell onto his wife’s sculpted back. On the other side of the tub, Martin collapsed onto Melissa’s back, equally exhausted.

“Mmmmmn, not bad, baby,” Penny cooed. Roy reached around to grip and squeeze her massive tits, one of his favorite things in the world to do. He kissed her neck. Penny leaned her head back and licked at Roy’s cheek.

“Come on, big boy,” Penny whispered. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll fuck your brains out some more.”

Roy’s flaccid dick began to tighten again. Penny smiled as she felt the hardening rod on her ass. She pushed her husband back gently, using her ass, and climbed out of the tub.

On the other side of the water, Melissa was climbing out too. The naked women stood at the same time and eyed each other from across the steaming water. They let their eyes wander over their rival’s naked perfection, examining each other minutely. Their eyes locked and they shared a look of pure hate and jealousy. The two women knew that they had unfinished business with each other. They also knew that they would finish that business before their time at the chalet was over.

First, however, they needed to tend to their horny husbands. Martin and Roy joined the women on the hot tub deck. All four wiped down with towels. Then, still naked the two couples made their way up to their respective bedrooms, just off the loft. Both men sported rapidly thickening, lengthening pricks. For their husbands, the women were like Viagra, but Martin and Roy both made sure to dose themselves before they went any further.

Penny and Melissa fucked their respective husbands’ brains out. From their rooms on opposite sides of the loft, the couples could hear the other pair’s aggressive sex. Both women made sure to vocalize as much as they could, trying to outdo each other to see who could scream louder and harder. The men, always competitive, tried their best to outlast each other too. At one point, Penny wondered if she and the other woman would end up killing their meal tickets. Finally, the night went quiet. Both men were too exhausted to go on. They settled back in their beds, their flaccid dicks testaments to how well they had been fucked. Even with the pharmaceutical help, neither man could keep it up.

Around 10 PM, Penny realized she was hungry. She had not had any supper. She made Roy go down to get them something to eat. She heard voices from the kitchen and, when Roy came back with a tray filled with snacks and a couple of sandwiches and wine, he told her that Martin had been downstairs preparing a meal for his “exhausted” wife too.
Penny and Roy ate the meal, watched a bit of TV. Martin took another pill and they resumed their fucking. Penny kept her husband going for as long as she could, using all of her considerable sexual skills to drain him completely. Around midnight, he finally passed out, far too tired to continue. She knew she would not get a drop more out of him and that he would be completely dead to the world for the rest of the night.

Penny pulled the sheets tight around her voluptuous body and smiled. She had been especially horny as she rode Roy, that was true, but not for him. Her mind had been filled with images of Melissa, of the bitch’s incredible body, and her memories of the sensations of her tits grinding and quivering against Melissa’s meaty masses. She hated the bitch but she could not wait to get her hands on the whore, to teach her which of them was the better woman.

Around 2 AM, Penny woke. She was thirsty. Her favorite sports drink was in the fridge in the kitchen. She did not bother getting dressed. Completely nude, she padded into the loft and then down the stairs to the great room. A few night lights were her only source of illumination, so she walked carefully.

The kitchen was divided from the great room by a large breakfast counter. As Penny approached the kitchen, she realized that somebody was already there. For a moment, she worried that it was Martin. He had already seen her naked and having sex, but she did not want him to get the wrong idea if he saw her naked now. She quickly realized it was likely not Martin; Melissa had ridden him as hard as she had ridden Roy. The older man was doubtless exhausted and passed out in his bed. Penny smiled viciously as she realized who the occupant of the kitchen must be.

The person in the kitchen was leaning into the fridge. Penny saw the long, beautifully muscled bare leg and the curve of the perfect, womanly ass, illuminated by the light from the fridge. Melissa pulled out a drink and closed the door, darkening the kitchen. A light over the counter was on. Melissa turned as Penny entered the room.

The redheaded woman was wearing a man’s shirt, completely unbuttoned, revealing her naked body. The huge rounds of her tits hung high and taut inside the open shirt. Her bare-shaven cunt glistened in the glow, still wet from the cum it had received earlier in the night. The redhead was devastatingly sexy.

Penny felt her body heat up, her tits grow thick and hot, her nipples hard and tight. Her pussy lubricated powerfully, her clit began to swell. Just being in the presence of the other woman activated all of her most primal instincts. She wanted to fight and fuck.

Penny stood in the glow of the kitchen nightlight. She put her hands on her naked hips and thrust out her tits in challenge. She did not need to say anything, but her eyes glinted with hate and anger and pure, raging lust.

Melissa glared at Penny’s jiggling tits. She put the drink down on the counter behind her. She slowly reached up and pulled the shirt off her shoulders. She placed it on the countertop and stood facing Penny, now equally nude, her hands on her powerful hips, her tits thrust out.

“Are you ready to finish what we started, baby?” Melissa asked, her voice a husky growl.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night, honey,” Penny smiled. “While I was fucking Roy, I was thinking about what I’d like to do to your little girl tits and cunt.”

Melissa smiled back. “That’s strange. When I was fucking Martin’s brains out, I was imagining he was you. When he came under me and passed out, that was exactly how I think it will happen with you.”

“Let’s find out, you bitch,” Penny snarled. She stepped forward, reaching for Melissa’s naked body. The redhead reached for Penny, too. The women slipped their arms around the other’s narrow, muscled waist. The two women aimed their swollen nipples directly at each other. They gasped in concert as their throbbing, rock-hard nips met and crushed, spearing each other and sucking, milk hole to milk hole. It felt like a wonderful mutual penetration and both women thrilled to the exquisite sensation of violating each other. The dense flesh of their tits compressed, the thick meat quivering and shuddering as the heavy glands met and molded, pushing tight. The women tightened their grips on backs, crushing their tits with all their might. Waves of pure pleasure washed through their luscious bodies as their trembling breasts fused and fought, both pairs of meaty glands struggling to crush the other down and prove their sexual superiority.

The women moaned and gasped, their blazing eyes locking in hate. They pressed forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and snarled at each other, seeing only the other woman’s burning eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you down, whore,” Penny whispered, her voice straining against the pressure on her torso. “I’m going to squash these saggy bags then ride your cunt until you’re going off like a firehose!”

“Fuck you, cunt,” Melissa growled back. “I’m the one who’s going to flatten your ugly little sacks! Then I’m going to grind your little girl clit into paste!”

The immediate sexual nature of their battle established, the women set about trying to destroy their rival. They grunted and groaned as they worked their tits into each other ferociously, using their backs to roll the massive glands together, stabbing with nipples, shoving out with the power of their chests. The four massive, rounded mounds of meat quivered and trembled, growing wet and hot with sweat, leaking nipple juices as the struggling women’s mutual arousal intensified. But the line of cleavage, the burning line of contact where titmeat fused to titmeat, remained the same, neither woman able to gain and hold a millimeter in their tit battle.

Melissa and Penny staggered around the kitchen, their bare feet getting slick on the tile floor as their lush bodies began to sweat with the exertion and their excitement. They pushed forehead to forehead even harder, both trying to gain any advantage. Melissa suddenly twisted her body, throwing Penny off balance, and shoved the blonde into the refrigerator. The silver appliance was knocked back on its rollers, thumping into the wall noisily. Penny lost her footing but used the opportunity to wrap one of her naked legs around Melissa’s powerful limb, calf to calf.

“Goddamn you!” Penny grunted. She shoved back hard, setting their massive glands quivering, then reached up and pulled the redhead’s fiery hair savagely.
“Fuck you!” Melissa groaned as Penny managed to force her back from the fridge, towards the center of the spacious kitchen. Penny suddenly slipped, her slick bare foot and her unstable contact with the floor causing her to lose her balance. The twined, nude women fell in a sweaty tangle to the tile floor. Instantly, they twisted legs into muscled knots and wrapped arms around powerful torsos. Cheek to cheek, grunting and groaning, the women rolled in a churning catball from one end of the kitchen to the other, bumping into the boundary formed by the kitchen counter before rolling the other way, back into the fridge.

Their incredibly voluptuous bodies writhed and wriggled on each other, their golden flesh grew slick and hot, their throbbing tits crushed and thrust, their taut, sculpted bellies slapped and rubbed. Their mutual sexual desire became a fever.

The women’s mouths snapped together in magnetic lust. Their strong tongues thrashed and pushed inside the hot, wet cavern formed by their joined maws. Penny felt herself going almost crazy with lust. This redheaded cunt challenged her in every way and her animal instincts were fully awakened. The need to break this whore, to conquer her rival in the most primitive, primal ways, set her heart on fire and made her pussy throb with tension. She had not felt this way in a very, very long time and she loved it. She felt like a cavewoman, fighting with another savage bitch for domination of their tribe, for the right to claim all the cocks in their village. She felt like a feral cat, matching like to like against another predator for control of a disputed territory. She had to beat this cunt, she had to fuck this whore into a coma and establish her sexual superiority. She was even more excited knowing that Melissa felt exactly the same way.

The women broke their kiss in a spray of spit. Instantly, they bit each other, savage love bites scarring shoulders and necks.

“Fuck you, oh Jesus fucking Christ, fuck you…,” Penny groaned, her eyes shut tight in rage and hate, her excitement building inside like a volcano.

“You whore, oh Christ, you filthy, fucking whore…,” Melissa whispered, wincing as Penny’s teeth nipped and sucked at her sleek neck. Eagerly, viciously, she returned the bites and scratches.

The women kept rolling, slowly, their knotted bodies struggling for the dominant position. After one final, torturous turn in the center of the kitchen, Melissa succeeded in taking and holding the top spot, spreading her legs enough to make it impossible for Penny to keep the turn going. The blonde felt this and accepted it. It did not matter, anyway. By this point, both women were so enflamed with lust that they had to move onto the next stage of their battle. They needed to match cunt to cunt and fuck this out, to determine which of them was the Alpha bitch in their cabin, in their circle of trophy wives.

Melissa glared down at Penny, nose to nose. Their gorgeous eyes glowed with hate, lust and unquenchable excitement.

“I’ve got you, you little fuck, and now I’m going to ride your cunt until you’re in a coma!”

“Let’s see what you have, cunteater!” Penny snarled in reply. “Let’s find out which of us has more between her legs!” She slapped Melissa’s round ass, causing the redhead to hiss, then sank her fingers into the taut meat and pulled the bitch down onto her. At the same time, Penny spread her legs, offering her steaming, aching twat in challenge to the whore on top of her.

“I’ve got more fuckmeat between my legs than you can dream of having, slut!” Melissa snarled.

“I’m wide open and waiting, whore,” the blonde growled. “Your meat against mine, your clit to my clit, right now!”

“You’re on, fucker!”

Melissa thrust down with her hips, splatting her wet, succulent cunt onto Penny’s matching pussy. Penny thrust up to meet her. Their genitals clashed in the sound of wet meat slapping. The women groaned tortuously as intense heat and sexual electricity raced through their struggling bodies. They worked their hips in tiny rotations, drilling into each other, penetrating their rival’s cunt, sucking and merging, labia fusing, fuck holes forming a hot, wet suction as their cunts fought for dominance, fought to trigger the other woman into a submissive orgasm. Penny twined her legs through Melissa’s powerful limbs, locking the bitch in place. Their hips and asses bucked slow and hard and the women moved in concert, keeping their pussies glued together.

The women glared into each other, eye to eye, as the incredible sensations raced through their perfect bodies, setting them even more on fire. Sweat poured from their silken flesh. They pushed forehead to forehead, whispering obscenities at the other.

Penny whimpered in joy as she felt her distended clit sink into Melissa’s steaming twat, as she sensed her rival’s engorged clit seeking hers. Their sizzling clits stroked head to head, the deliciously sensitive nerves exploding with ecstatic sensations as they met and rubbed.

“OH FUCK, YES!!” Penny screamed. Her head jerked back, slamming into the floor, the intensity of the clit to clit contact more than she had expected, more than she had hoped.

“OH FUCKING GOD, FUCK!!” Melissa shrieked. Her body jerked, like she had seized an electrical cord. Her legs thrashed as excruciating pleasure rippled through her.
Panting, snarling, Melissa and Penny glared at each other, their eyes wide with surprise. Neither had expected the pure intensity of their clit to clit contact, the raw pleasure the touch had released. They knew it was a sign that their lush bodies were especially compatible, especially well-suited to fuck.

The women glared at each other ferociously, both determined to fuck the other woman into submission. Keeping their aching, burning clits in contact, the women began to fence, rubbing their clits up and down, back and forth, using the throbbing, sizzling nubs to torture each other with pure ecstasy. Their sopping cunts sucked and slid, slick pussy lips slickly rubbing and stimulating, sending waves of pleasure through their muscles, curling their toes with erotic sensations. Their rolling, mashed tits wrestled sensuously, searing nipples locked and throbbing into each other like small cocks. Their bellies slapped and writhed, navels sucking and releasing. Long, muscled legs locked and strained, muscle to muscle. Their powerful bodies writhed and twisted, flesh on flesh, sweat dotting their skin, luscious forms gleaming in the dim light from the counter.

Melissa and Penny battled with every sensual weapon of their voluptuous bodies, desperately struggling to break and overwhelm their rival with raw sexual pleasure. They had to show which of them was the stronger woman, which of them was the better fuck, the one who could force the other to cum against her will. The fuckfight raged on and on, the women’s moans, gasps and cries of pleasure and hate growing louder and more vicious.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh!!”

“Unngggghhhhh!!

“Ummmmmmm!!”

“Ohhhhhhhhh!!!”

“You dirty fucking whore!!”

“You filthy, cunteating slut!!”

Their clits battled on and on, electrical shockwaves racing through their lush bodies with every rub and flick, every stab and caress. They rubbed their unbearably sensitive fuck horns together head to head and pressed tight, snarling and screaming with the sensations, trying to trigger the other woman before they gave in themselves to the unbearable pleasure.

“Damn you, God damn you!” Melissa sobbed, her body on fire, her mind verging on the edge of shutting down. She could not believe how good fucking Penny felt, she could not believe how much tension and pleasure had built up in her body, now screaming for release. Her ass pumped hard, she reveled in the feeling of Penny’s fingers digging into her taut assmeat. She squeezed and scratched the blonde’s rippling ass just as viciously.

“You whore, you fucking, fucking whore,” Penny gasped, her gorgeous face etched in sexual agony and she struggled to keep back the enormous, devastating orgasms beating at the walls of her self-control. She felt faint, on the verge of passing out with sheer pleasure. She bucked furiously, ramming and rubbing her cunt with Melissa’s as hard as she could.

Melissa knew she could not last another instant. She needed to do something fast. Penny had the same realization, but it came a moment later. Melissa forced her tongue into Penny’s mouth and spat hard, sloshing the spit around. As their tongues instinctively struggled, she drove her index fingers deep into the blonde’s puckered asshole. Penny went stiff and shrieked within their mouths. She slapped Melissa’s taut ass savagely, beating the round meat like a drum, sending searing pleasure arcing through the redhead.

However, it was a little too late. Melissa pushed hard with her clit and felt Penny’s clit give, just a little.

“Oh, you DIRTY FUCKING WHORE!!” Penny screamed. She arched her back, threw back her head in rictus of sexual agony, and screamed in orgasmic joy.

“OH FUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!!”

The blonde came hard, gushing like a firehose, injecting her cum directly into Melissa’s victorious quim.

As she felt the hot jizz filling up her insides, burning into her vaginal canal, the redhead could not last a millisecond more. A sense of exquisite pleasure washed over her as Penny’s cum violated her and she released, screaming in joy as she ejaculated hard into the defeated twat beneath.

“YES, YOU DIRTY LITTLE CUNT, YES!” Melissa screamed.

“Feel it, you bitch, feel my cum burning inside of you!” The redhead screamed in triumph, her green eyes glowing with joy. She had just won the hardest fuckfight of her life.

“Fuck you, just fuck you,” Penny snarled. She was gasping, sobbing in rage and pleasure.

The women continued to twist and writhe as multiple orgasms tore through their lush bodies. For more than two minutes, they bucked through orgasm after orgasm. Finally, they lay still on the kitchen floor, the tile under their voluptuous bodies soaked with sweat and cum. Melissa and Penny rested cheek to cheek, their panting mouths open, Melissa drooling into Penny, their long, thick hair tangled in sweaty knots. Quiet returned to the big house, broken only by the women’s rasping breath.

Finally, Melissa raised her head to glare down at Penny. Penny turned her head. Nose to nose, the women shared looks of hate and rage, but Melissa’s eyes glinted in triumph.
“I won, cunt. I’m the better woman. I want to hear you say it.”

“Fuck you whore. You won one round. That’s all.”

Melissa snarled, enraged by the blonde’s continued defiance. The aching heat in her pussy, the realization of the incredible pleasure she and this woman had just shared, stoked her fire. Despite the intense orgasms she and Penny had just forced from each other, she was not satisfied.

“I still won, cunt. And I want my victory fuck. Right now.”

Penny hissed, but her blue eyes lit with excitement. She could not deny the fucking she and Melissa had just administered to each other had been incredibly good, incredibly pleasurable. She could not remember the last time she had cum so hard, so long and so deliciously. She wanted more.

Eyes locked with Melissa’s gaze, Penny decided to accept her defeat, at least for now. She spread her legs wide, offering her juiced up fuckslit to the whore on top of her. The women grunted in unison, then hissed with barely contained excitement and pleasure as Melissa slid her succulent twat onto Penny’s pudenda and began to rub and caress. Penny twined her legs with Melissa’s, locking the woman in place, and bucked her hips, keeping their wet, steaming genitals sucked into one.

Clit to clit, cunt sucked and merged with cunt, tits rolling and bellies slapping rhythmically, Melissa and Penny fucked hard, riding and riding each other furiously. They tried to keep their eyes locked, to see the moment when one of them would break, but the pleasure soon became too much. Moaning, groaning, pulling hair, biting and scratching, cursing and kissing savagely, the women fucked each other viciously.

They fucked and fucked and fucked, neither wanting it to stop, doing all they could to keep the pleasure going. It was nearly 45 minutes later that they finally could take no more. Screaming, clapping their hands over their rival’s mouth to keep their screams from waking their husbands, the fuckfighting trophy wives ejaculated into each other over and over again, both going off in a series of toe curling orgasms at the same time.

They writhed and twisted and moaned in joy as they came again and again, soaking the intersection of their battling pussies, rubbing cunts and clits furiously, trying to take as much pleasure from each other as they could stand.

Finally, they lay still. Soaked in sweat and cum, they lay panting, wrapped together, limbs twined. After a while, Melissa rolled off of Penny. The women lay side by side, their lush bodies still touching. The chill of the air touched their slowly cooling forms.

Melissa sat up and looked down at Penny. “Thanks for the ride, cunt. That was pretty good. But you lost and I expect you to remember it for the rest of your fucking life. Remember that I’m the better fuck, the better woman, than you are.”

“I told you, whore. That was just round one. We’re not done here. You and I are going to be crossing clits again really soon.”

“Anytime, anywhere, fucker,” Melissa snarled.

The redhead slowly got to her feet. The floor of the kitchen was slick with sweat and cunt juice, but she had no intentions of doing anything about it. She glanced at the clock and realized it was past 4 AM. She and the blonde had been fighting and fucking for almost two hours.

Melissa picked up her shirt from the counter. She gave Penny the middle finger before she turned and walked away, a bit unsteadily. Penny listened to the other woman’s bare feet slap on the stairs. A moment later, she heard the whore’s bedroom door open and close.

Penny sat up. She considered wiping up the puddle she was sitting in, but then decided against it. She was not going to play maid for that bitch. She rolled to her feet and looked at the clock. She sighed. She was burning with a sense of shame, but also elation. She had lost. She had to admit that. But it had been incredibly close. The fuckfight could have gone either way. She was determined that the next time she and Melissa met clit to clit and cunt to cunt, the outcome would be very different.

Sighing, she climbed the stairs to the loft. She entered her room and slipped under the covers. She pressed her wet body to Roy’s. He murmured in his sleep, but did not wake.
Tomorrow – well, later today – was another day. As she drifted off to sleep, Penny felt the excitement of another impending confrontation building in her pussy. She patted her genitals fondly. “Don’t worry, baby,” she murmured. “You’re going to get your revenge.”

To be continued: