The sister-in-laws

[maneagle]

This is my first complete story. I've tried my best. I hope you guys enjoy.
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Dr. Elena Rodriguez, 34, works almost 80-hour weeks in the emergency department. She has saved countless lives, but is currently struggling to save her marriage. Her husband, David, has been eating dinner alone most nights. Working in the emergency department has been a lot messier, and she has no control over her personal life. Apart from that, she was a woman with a voluptuous body and huge tits. In the past, she spent most of her nights enjoying clubs and bars. That's where she met David, the love of her life. Currently, due to her busy schedule, her lifestyle has taken a complete turn.



Amanda Thompson, 31, plans luxurious events for her wealthy clients. Her unique ideas and designs have earned her a reputation for flawless execution, but her personal life is anything but perfect. She's been single for two years, ever since her ex-boyfriend said dating her felt like being managed rather than loved. Since then, she has only dedicated her life to her work. Another thing Amanda was proud of was her voluptuous body and huge tits, which she often likes to put on display. While working as an event planner, most of her employees, including a few women, get distracted because of her huge tits.



Currently, Amanda has been busy planning her mother's 60th birthday with her brother David. She spends most of her time at David's to make their mother's 60th birthday a grand event. She was quite aware of the breakdown of the relationship between David and Elena. There has always been a tension between Elena and Amanda since the first time David introduced them to each other, possibly due to their differences in the workplace or their similar body types. These two women never got along.



It was two years ago when David finally proposed to Elena and brought her home to meet his family for dinner. Amanda had planned everything perfectly, cooking her grandmother’s special dish and wearing her best outfit, showcasing her body and huge tits. When Elena entered the room with David, Amanda’s eyes fell directly on Elena’s dress. Their dressing style was quite similar, both wearing tops that displayed their huge tits. Amanda felt a sense of competition in the room. Elena started greeting everyone with a warm smile and a light hug. When Elena turned towards Amanda, both were stunned by each other’s looks and figures. Elena extended her arm and slowly wrapped it around Amanda’s waist. Elena’s right tit crushed against Amanda’s right. For a few moments, both Elena and Amanda were lost as their tits were pushed against each other. At that moment, they had their first ever small titfight. Elena released her hand and separated from Amanda. Both glared into each other's eyes like they were warning each other. Then Elena went on to greet others.



The dinner went on smoothly. Amanda and Elena kept their distance, but both kept glaring at each other time and again. Most of the topics at the dinner table were about Elena and her interests. Everyone loved her and appreciated her for choosing such a big career. A few also commented on her body and her fitness, which annoyed Amanda.



As the dinner came to an end, everyone started to gather in small groups and gossip. Elena was wrapped in David's arms, enjoying the night. On the other hand, Amanda was busy cleaning the dinner table and putting away the leftovers. While Amanda was alone in the kitchen cleaning, Elena entered and stood beside her. For a moment, Amanda was shocked and stopped cleaning.
Then Elena spoke in a calm voice, “Hello, Amanda, we haven't had much chance to talk alone, but I've heard so much about you from David.”
“Hope it was all good things,” Amanda replied with a tight smile.
Elena gave a soft laugh and said, “He says you’ve been incredibly helpful. You two seem very close.”
“Well”, Amanda said after a pause, “We are, as his sister, I’ve always kept an eye out for him. Also, I’m curious about the people who come into his life.”
“I admire that”, Elena said, the soft glow of the kitchen light catching the slight glint in her eyes. “But David’s not a little boy anymore. He knows what he wants.”
Amanda dried her hands and turned, facing Elena completely, “Maybe. But sometimes people want things that aren’t good for them.”
Elena’s smile didn’t fade, but she leaned a bit forward, narrowing the gap between them, and said, “I’m not here to replace you, Amanda. I’m just here to love him.”
Amanda forced a smile. “Then I hope you know what that means. Because loving David isn’t just about dates and holding hands.”
Neither of them spoke for a moment; the tension was crackling in the air. Then, finally, Elena closed the gap between their bodies. She pressed her tits firmly against Amanda’s. “I don’t scare easily,” Elena said, eyes locking with Amanda’s.
“Good,” Amanda replied, pushing her tits further into Elena’s. “Because I’ll be watching.”
Both stood there pushing their huge tits in a stalemate position. Then softly, barely audible, Elena murmured, “So will I.”
As the tension built between them, a sudden burst of laughter erupted from outside the kitchen. In an instant, they stepped back, both suddenly aware of how close things had gotten.



Without speaking, Elena walked out of the kitchen, leaving Amanda to wonder what had just happened. Later, after a few gossip sessions and drinks, Elena and David announced their wedding date. The room erupted with joy—everyone seemed thrilled by the news, except Amanda.
Finally, the evening came to an end. Elena gathered her things and prepared to leave. Just as she reached the door, she saw David approaching with Amanda by his side.
Wearing a bright smile, David said, “This is Amanda—my lovely sister and our wedding planner.”
Elena’s smile faded for a second. She quickly recovered, her voice smooth as ever. “How lucky we are,” she said warmly. “David always liked to keep things in the family.”
Amanda gave a polite smile, but there was a sharpness behind her eyes.
“Well,” she replied, her tone light but firm, “someone has to make sure everything goes exactly the way it should.”
Their eyes met briefly, but intensely. No one else in the room noticed, but between the two of them, the unspoken challenge was clear.
"Anyway, I have work early tomorrow. Time for me to head out." Elena said, giving David a tight hug.
Without a word, Amanda stepped forward. Again, they exchanged a brief hug, but this time both of them pressed their tits tightly against each other. As they pulled apart, their eyes locked for a moment, each hiding thoughts they wouldn’t say aloud.
Elena couldn’t sleep that night. Though she was excited to marry David, the idea of Amanda, his sister, taking charge of the wedding plans made her uneasy. How could someone like Amanda have a say in the most important day of her life? She lay awake, turning over strategies to remove Amanda as the wedding planner, but convincing David. That would be the real challenge.
As Elena got busy with her work, the thought of Amanda as her wedding planner was out of her mind. The stress of the hospital emergency department kept her busy. But after a few days, Elena started worrying again; she couldn’t stop thinking about Amanda being the wedding planner. It was late at night, and her thoughts were keeping her awake. She couldn’t let Amanda take over her wedding. Grabbing her phone, she decided it was time to confront Amanda directly.
The phone rings, and Amanda picks up.
Amanda: Hello?
Elena: Hello, Amanda. I’ve been thinking a lot about the wedding plans… and I’ve decided I don’t want you to be the planner anymore.
Amanda: What? Are you serious? Elena, this isn’t just your decision to make. Have you talked to David?
Elena: No, I haven’t. Because it's my day, and I want things done my way.
Amanda: But David chose me for a reason. Are you sure you want to go against him?
Elena: I’m not going against anyone. I’m asking you to step down from being the wedding planner.
Amanda: I’m not stepping down just because you say so. You can’t just push me without David’s say in this.
Elena: I’m serious. I don’t trust you. I need you to step back.
Amanda: I’m sorry, Elena, but I’m not quitting. If David wants me here, I'll stay.
Both remained silent for a moment as Elena gathered her thoughts.
Elena: I don’t think this will be solved over the phone. We need to talk in person.
Amanda: Sure, let's have a direct conversation.
Elena: When can you meet? I want to clear this quickly.
Amanda: I’m free tomorrow afternoon. What about you?
Elena: That’s work for me. How about we meet at the cafe near my hospital?
Amanda: Fine, I’ll be there. But don’t expect me to back off from the wedding planner.
Elena: Fine, we’ll settle that tomorrow afternoon.
Elena arrived at the cafe a few minutes early. The sounds of people talking and cups clinking made her feel even more nervous. When Amanda came in, her body was stiff and her eyes sharp.



They sat across from each other at a corner table. They could already feel the tension growing. Amanda spoke first, her voice sharp, “What’s your problem? Why don’t you want me as your wedding planner?”
Elena replied, “You are the problem. I don’t want you to plan my day.”
Amanda pressed her lips together. “I don’t care what you want. It’s also my brother’s day, and I am not stepping back just because you don’t want me.”
Elena was frustrated. She took a deep breath and said, “Amanda, I don’t want this thing to get between us. I just want you to step down as a wedding planner. That’s it.”
Amanda was not going to step down that easily. Amanda’s voice was low, tight with rage, “You are such a stubborn bitch.”
Elena snapped, her voice sharp and rising, “Excuse me, what did you just call me?”
Amanda folded her arms, cool and unmoved. “You heard me.”
Elena leaned in, her voice even lower, barely above a whisper, but sharp as a blade. “Watch your mouth, you fucking whore.”
Amanda’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t move. The smile on her face vanished, replaced with something colder. Amanda took a step closer, their faces only an inch apart. Then, suddenly, Elena’s hand twitched upward, fingers curling as if ready to grab Amanda’s hair. Amanda didn’t back down—she reached up too, eyes burning.
For a moment, it looked like they were about to fight right there.
Then they both froze.
They could feel the stares from across the cafe. A couple at the next table exchanged awkward glances.
Realizing where they were, both women slowly lowered their hands, smoothing their hair like nothing had happened. Their fake smiles returned, but their eyes were still full of fire.
Amanda leaned in, her voice steady. “So, where do we settle this? I can’t wait to teach you a lesson. You fucking bitch.”
Elena leaned in too, her voice low. “Tonight. My place. Bring it slut.”
Amanda smirked. “Perfect. If I win, I plan the whole wedding, and you don’t get a say.”
Elena didn’t hesitate. “Deal. But if I win, you’re out of the wedding. Completely.”
Elena stepped out of the cafe. Her heart was still racing, and her hands were shaking. This wasn’t how she planned things. She just wanted control of her wedding. Now it felt like she’d started a war.
Amanda followed behind her, her jaw tight and eyes focused straight ahead. What was I thinking? She thought. I didn’t come here to fight. But that bitch pushed too far. Now she had no choice.
They walked off in different directions, both of them asking the same thing:
What have I gotten myself into?
As the clock ticked loudly in Elena’s apartment, she felt every second that passed heavier, like a storm building inside her. She didn’t pay much attention to dressing. She was wearing a normal T-shirt and pants. She heard a knock at her door; it was Amanda, wearing a similar outfit. When Elena opened the door, neither of them spoke. Amanda stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room.
They stood facing each other, just a few feet apart. No small talk. No fake smiles. Just silence and sharp looks. Neither one moved; the tension in the room was thick, like something was about to explode.
Both Amanda and Elena were wearing their casual outfits, nothing fancy. But they could see the other’s tits heaving heavily in anger.
After a few minutes of silence, Amanda stepped closer. Elena matched her. Now they stood face to face, just inches apart. They could feel each other’s breath, hot, steady, and full of tension.
Elena hissed in a lower voice, “Let’s get started, slut”.
Suddenly, Amanda pushed herself, and the few-inch gap disappeared. They were completely pressed from tits to tits and belly to belly. Both rested their hands on their hips. In response, Elena pressed her forehead against Amanda’s. Their noses touched. Then Amanda replied in a low and tight voice, her lips almost touching Elena’s. “You fucking bitch.”
At the same time, both Elena and Amanda raised their hands and gave each other a tight bear hug. They started grunting, jaws clenched. As they pressed their bodies more tightly, they stumbled around the room. Their huge tits were crushed together. They could feel their nipples getting harder. Once again, they pressed their foreheads and noses touched. Their eyes locked with an intense glare. For the next few minutes, both women were locked in a stalemate. Neither showed any weakness nor sign of backing off. The bear hug went on for the next five minutes. They stumbled around the room, bumping into things. Finally, they couldn’t take it anymore. The pain became intense. At the same moment, both Elena and Amanda pushed away from each other with a cry that echoed through the room. They were both gasping and shaking.
“Had enough?” Elena gasped as she pressed her hands on her knees.
“Oh, I’m just getting started,” Amanda replied, panting heavily.
“Then why don’t we get a bit comfortable?” Elena said, and instantly removed the t-shirt she was wearing.
Amanda was stunned by Elena’s action. She froze at the sight, witnessing Elena's ample tits barely covered by the white bra. Amanda didn’t waste any time; she took off her t-shirt, revealing her black bra and equally impressive tits. Now, both women were standing, only in their bras and pants. A sheen of sweat could be seen on both Amanda's and Elena’s tits and foreheads.
They charged at each other, as if responding to an invisible bell. The contrasting white and black bras crushed into each other. They grasped each other's backs firmly, their bare chests and bellies pressing tightly together in a passionate embrace. The skin-to-skin contact made the bear hug more intense and hot. They writhed and twisted, their movements becoming more aggressive. The sensation of their bare skin sliding against each other was electric, igniting a fire in their loins. The bear hug transformed into a wild embrace. The bear hug continued for the next few minutes, until Elena’s fingers slid to the back of Amanda’s bra. She unhooked the strap, and Amanda’s bra loosened. In response, Amanda did the same to Elena’s. Locking their eyes, both loosened their bear hug and let their bras fall to the floor.
Amanda gave a mysterious smile and inserted her right hand into Elena’s pants. Elena was not expecting that move; a strange mix of heat and confusion washed over her, leaving her breathless and shaken. As Amanda grabbed Elena’s pussy, Elena gasped sharply, her body stiffening at the sudden, intimate contact. She felt a rush of conflicting emotions - shock, embarrassment, and an unwanted spark of arousal. Amanda brought her face closer to Elena’s and whispered, “You are all wet down there, you dirty slut.”
Elena’s cheek burned with humiliation. But she didn’t give up. Elena also inserted her right hand into Amanda’s pants, her fingers brushing against the damp fabric of Amanda’s panties. Amanda let out a soft moan, pressing herself closer to Elena. Then Elena gasped, “So are you, bitch.” Amanda's eyes flashed with desire as she looked at Elena.
"Well then," she purred, "let's see who can make the other come first."
With that challenge issued, both women started rubbing their pussies with their hands through their panties. Their fingers moved faster, pressing harder against their swollen clits. The room was filled with the wet sounds as their juices soaked through their panties. They kept rubbing for a few minutes, locking eyes and pressing their foreheads.
Then, Amanda threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her. But her hand continued to rub frantically, drawing out her climax until she collapsed against Elena, spent and trembling.
Elena was right behind her, her orgasm ripping through with a force. She bit down hard on Amanda’s shoulder to hide her cries, her hips rocking wildly as a wave after wave of pleasure consumed her.
Both of their hands were drenched with the evidence of their shared ecstasy, the scent of their arousal heavy in the air. The two women slowly released each other. Elena grabbed the nearest chair and collapsed. On the other side, Amanda leaned against the wall. Chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Both were drenched in sweat, and the room was filled with the smell of their mixed juices.
Amanda turned her head to look at Elena, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief at what they had just done. Elena met her gaze, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
"So are you ready to drop your position as wedding planner?" she asked, gasping, as if she just won a war.
"I'm not finished yet, bitch," Amanda replied, her voice dripping with challenge. "Let's settle this like women, cunt to cunt." She quickly dropped her pants and panties, kicking them aside as she stood completely naked before Elena. Her pussy was swollen and glistening, still wet from their previous encounter.
Elena stared at Amanda's naked form, her mind racing. With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, Elena stripped off her clothes until she was as naked as Amanda. Elena lowered herself onto the floor, spread her legs wide. She placed her hands behind her back for support, pushing her breasts as she settled into a classic scissoring position. Her pussy was fully exposed, the lips swollen and glistening with arousal. “Come on cunt,” she taunted Amanda, “Show me what you’ve got.”
Amanda slowly crawled towards Elena. She settled between Elena’s spread thighs, her legs straddling Elena’s waist. Amanda positioned her pussy inches away from Elena’s. They could feel the heat radiation between them. “Ready bitch,” Amanda whispered. Then she closed the distance, pressing her dripping cunt against Elena’s in a slow, sensual grind. The contact sent shockwaves through both women, and they moaned in unison at the exquisite sensation.
They started grinding and thrusting against each other with increasing pressure. Elena released her left hand and dug her nails into Amanda’s thighs. Amanda gasped and matched Elena’s grip, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh of Elena’s thighs. They rocked faster, harder, their clits sliding against each other in a delicious friction. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, tits heaving as they panted and moaned. The room was filled with the sounds of their wet pussies sliding and moans.
Both were determined to make the other come first. Amanda suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Elena’s waist with both hands and pulling her closer. Elena had no choice but to grip Amanda’s waist in return. They slammed their bodies together, tits crushing against tits. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. Amanda grabbed Elena’s head and leaned it against her forehead. “Come on, slut!” Amanda snarled, her eyes wild with lust. “Come for me!” Elena could only whimper in response, her body trembling on the edge of oblivion.
Elena’s body tensed, her back arching as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. She screamed, her pussy juices flowing as she came harder than she ever had in her life. The sensation was so intense, and Elena thrashed wildly in Amanda’s grasp, tears streaming down her face.
As Amanda felt Elena’s juices all over her, with a final thrust of her hips, she followed Elena over the edge. Her climax ripped through her like a hurricane, stealing the breath from her lungs and leaving her shaking and gasping. She collapsed onto Elena, their sweat-slicked bodies entwined as they rode out the aftershocks of their orgasms. They were wrapped around each other's bodies, hugging each other, their heads firmly resting on the other’s shoulder. Their tits heaving together. Their pussies were still pressed against each other, wet with a mix of their juices. Neither had the strength to untangle themselves just yet.
They remained in that position for the next few minutes, their bodies still intertwined and heaving with exertion. Suddenly, Amanda pushed Elena away with a forceful shove. Caught off guard, Elena fell backwards onto the floor. She stared up at Amanda in shock and confusion, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Amanda crawled over her, resting her tits firmly against Elena. She grabbed Elena’s face roughly with one hand, forcing her to look up at her. Amanda leaned down and captured Elena’s lips in a wild, dominating kiss. Their tongues clashed and tangled aggressively as Amanda forced her saliva into Elena’s mouth.
Amanda broke the kiss, leaving Elena gasping and dazed. She grabbed Elena by the throat, lifting her head off the floor until their noses touched. “Who’s your wedding planner now bitch?” Amanda hissed. Elena could only stare up at her, paralyzed by the intensity of Amanda’s gaze and her grip. “Say it,” Amanda demanded, squeezing slightly. Elena swallowed hard, her eyes flicking nervously between Amanda’s. “You are,” she whispered hoarsely. A slow, triumphant smile spread across Amanda’s face as she released Elena’s throat and stood up. “Good”, she purred.
Amanda grabbed her clothes from the floor and shot Elena one final look. “Don’t worry, bitch. I won’t ruin your wedding,” she said with a big, biting smile. She gathered her things, opened the door, and as she walked out, she slammed it shut behind her.
Elena remained on the floor, her mind still trying to process the events that had just unfolded. The taste of Amanda's kiss still lingered on her lips, and her body ached with a strange mix of soreness and lingering arousal. She slowly pushed herself up from the floor, her body shaking with exhaustion and emotion. She stumbled to the bathroom, turning on the cold shower. Tears mingled with the water streaming down her face as she leaned against the cool tile wall. She had lost something today - her dignity, her self-respect, and her entire wedding plans.
After what felt like hours, Elena turned off the showers and wrapped herself in a towel. She went to her bedroom, collapsing onto the bed without even bothering to dry off completely.
It’s been almost two years. Even though Elena didn’t get to plan her wedding, it turned out better than she expected. Amanda had done a surprisingly good job. Still, the tension between them never truly faded. Ever since their fight at Elena’s apartment, Elena had been looking for a rematch, a chance to prove she hadn’t given up. But with their busy lives pulling them in different directions, their paths rarely crossed.
Amanda was currently busy planning their mother’s 60th birthday celebration. She was quite up to date on David and Elena falling apart. Being close to her brother, she had nearly convinced him to consider a divorce. But David still held on to hope. Meanwhile, Elena was trying hard not to miss the event to make things right with David. She was fully aware that Amanda was the one organizing it.
Finally, the evening of the party arrived. Like always, Amanda had outdone herself. Guests mingled with drinks in hand, laughter filling the air. She walked around confidently in a deep blue satin dress. It was backless and displayed her huge tits. Her long hair was down, falling in soft waves across her shoulders and back. She looked bold and relaxed, like she was in control.
Elena stepped out of the car in an emerald green satin dress. It was also backless and had a high slit on the side, showing off her figure just as boldly. Her hair was tied up in a sleek style, making her look polished and proud.
Her arrival brought a smile to David’s face; he had been waiting for her. She greeted some of the guests as she entered.
David stepped forward and took her hand gently. “I’m glad you came,” he said softly.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” Elena replied, squeezing his hand.
For a few minutes, they simply stood close, lost in their world amid the party’s noise.
Then Elena’s eyes drifted to the side, and there she was. Amanda, in her striking blue dress, was moving confidently through the crowd. And their eyes met. Amanda didn’t smile. She raised her glass and turned away, showing her bare back to the other guests.
The tension between them was clear, even without a word.
Elena kept an eye out for Amanda, but decided to have her time enjoying the party with David. As the evening went on, she felt a sudden touch, Amanda’s hand slipping around her waist. Startled, Elena turned to find Amanda standing between her and David, her arms wrapping around both of their waists. Elena froze, caught off guard by Amanda’s bold move. David looked surprised too, but didn’t pull away.
Amanda smiled broadly, “I’m so glad you could make it, I wasn’t expecting you.”
She looked at Elena and pulled her closer. Their left and right tits collided softly, sending an electric shock through their bodies.
Elena forced a small smile, trying to keep her cool. “Of course. It’s good to see you, too, Amanda.”
David cleared his throat. “Let’s just enjoy the evening, okay? It’s Mom’s special day.”
The air between them thickened, but no one said more. Then Amanda slid her hands away and stepped back from the couple. “Enjoy the night, and good to see you too,” with a warm smile, before joining another group of guests.
The party went on, laughter and music filling the air. Elena relaxed a little, enjoying the night with David by her side. For a while, she tried to forget the tension and just focus on the celebration. As time went on, the guests were leaving slowly. Only a few guests were left at the party, gossiping.
As Elena walked towards the restroom, Elena turned towards a corner and suddenly bumped right into Amanda. They stared at each other for a long moment. Their eyes burned with something fierce.
“Enjoying the party bitch.” Amanda taunted.
“What's your problem, slut?” Elena snapped.
Then suddenly, Amanda charged at Elena. Shocked and caught off guard, Elena barely had time to react. Amanda’s hands reached out and grabbed Elena’s large tits roughly, squeezing them and pushing her into one of the empty stalls, pressing her against the wall. Elena gasped at the sudden contact, but instead of pushing Amanda away, she found herself grabbing Amanda’s pussy through her dress. Amanda moaned loudly at the unexpected touch, her hips bucking forward to grind against Elena’s hand.
Amanda’s eyes burned in anger as she tightened her grip on Elena's breasts. "Listen here, you stupid slut," she hissed through gritted teeth. "David has suffered enough because of you. Either you quit that god-awful job, or I'll make sure you're out of his life for good."
Elena moaned loudly in Amanda’s face. In return, she grabbed Amanda’s pussy harder. “Don’t tell me what to do, you little piece of slut.” Elena spat back, her voice trembling with rage and arousal.
Amanda released the hold of Elena’s tits. Her right hand crawled on the back of Elena’s, and she pulled her closer, crushing their tits. Meanwhile, her left hand reached out to grab Elena’s pussy through her dress. “Oh, don’t you worry, I’m gonna make you leave him,” Amanda whispered, their lips almost touching.
Elena gasped loudly as she felt Amanda’s tits crushing into hers and her pussy being attacked at the same moment. "You fucking bitch!" Elena snarled, her eyes flashing with anger and humiliation.
Their blue and green dress were completely tangled. They could feel their dresses slipping away. “So, how do we settle this, bitch?” Elena sneered, pushing her tits further into Amanda’s and squeezing her pussy.
"You know how," Amanda hissed, her fingers digging into Elena's pussy. "My place. After the party."
Elena's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and excitement. "I'll be there," she accepted the challenge, her voice low and dangerous.
Slowly, they both released their hands from their pussies and separated. Their dresses were in a complete mess. They stepped out of the stall room and approached the nearest mirror, fixing their dresses and hair. "Can't wait to beat your little ass again," Amanda said mockingly before spinning on her heel and striding out of the restroom without a backward glance.
Elena stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed with anger, and her heart was beating like a drum. She had been waiting for a rematch, but she was not expecting one tonight. She took a deep breath, fixed herself, and went outside.
Once she rejoined the party, most of the guests had already left. David was drunk and tired from the party. Amanda was laughing with a small group, chatting like nothing had happened. Elena walked over to David and gently shook his arm. David mumbled something, barely opening his eyes. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, Elena helped him up and guided him slowly out of the party. She took David to his car and drove him back home. Once they reached home. Elena helped David lie down and pulled the blanket over him. He was already half asleep. She stood there for a moment, watching him, then quietly left the room.
It was almost midnight. She was exhausted and wanted to crash next to David. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the battle ahead. She had to face Amanda to save her marriage. So, once again, she drove to Amanda’s apartment.
The door was unlocked. As Elena stepped inside, Amanda’s voice echoed through the room: “Lock the door behind you.” Elena turned around and locked the door. As she turned back, Amanda entered the room. Both of them were still wearing the dress from the party. Once their eyes locked, the tiredness and exhaustion disappeared. The only thing that mattered now was to make the other submit.
They both charged at each other. Their huge tits crashed into each other. This time Elena pushed it harder. They stumbled backwards, falling onto the nearby sofa. Amanda reached out to grab Elena, attempting to wrap her arms around her in a bear hug. But Elena had other plans. She leaned down and gave Amanda a passionate kiss. Their tongues clashed and tangled wildly, saliva dripping down their chins as they explored each other’s mouths. Elena’s green dress and Amanda’s blue one became hopelessly entwined once more, but this time there was no thought of stopping. Their bodies moved together, hips grinding and sliding against each other as they kissed roughly. Amanda reached for Elena’s dress and ripped it apart. The delicate material gave way easily, revealing Elena's massive tits and glistening pussy to Amanda's hungry gaze. Elena responded in kind, her own hands tearing at Amanda's blue dress with equal ferocity. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air as she exposed Amanda's stunning body. Both were angry and aroused.
Their hands grabbed each other's tits, squeezing roughly. They rolled onto the floor, bodies entwined. They rolled on the floor back and forth, screaming and grabbing each other’s hair. The room echoed with their cries of anger and arousal as they struggled for dominance. But after several intense minutes, Amanda managed to stop Elena from rolling further. Pinning Elena to the bottom, she gripped Elena's shoulders tightly.
"Stop it, bitch," she snarled, her voice hoarse from shouting.
"This isn't how we settle things." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Elena's ear as she whispered, "Let’s settle this in bed."
With that, both of them calmed down. Amanda released her grip on Elena’s shoulders, sitting back on, leaning back to the sofa. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Elena lay on the floor, equally breathless. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and their hair tangled around their face. A heavy silence settled over the room as they stared at each other, panting.
Amanda stood up slowly and walked towards the other room. Elena followed her behind. Amanda sat on the bed and spread her legs wide open, inviting Elena to a war.
“Come on slut, let’s finish this cunt-to-cunt.” Amanda challenged Elena.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a very long time, you are gonna regret this slut.” Elena sneered as she reached toward Amanda and spread her legs wide open.
Their pussies were only inches apart, glistening and swollen. “Ready bitch.” both screamed at the same time and rammed their pussies forward. They moaned in unison as they began to rub their clits together. They both reached up to grab each other’s tits, squeezing the soft flesh as they continued their battle. Their bodies moved faster, hips pumping wildly. Sweat dripped down their faces and chests, mingling with the wetness between their legs. Elena leaned down, capturing Amanda's lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled and fought for dominance, mirroring the battle of their pussies. Their entire bodies were fighting against their counterpart in the middle of the bed. Their battle continued for the next five minutes, both refusing to give up, and holding their orgasm as best as they could.
Elena pushed harder against Amanda, and she wrapped her hands around Amanda’s, sending them both crashing onto the bed. Amanda landed on her back with Elena on top of her, then Elena crashed right into Amanda. Their sweat-slicked bodies were completely wrapped together, legs intertwined. Without warning, Elena began to grind her pussy against Amanda's, their clits rubbing together. Elena panted, her hips moving faster. Amanda could only moan in response. She tried to thrust her hips upwards, but it didn’t work. The room filled with their moans and their wet bodies grinding.
Amanda's breath came in short gasps, her body tensing as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. "Fuck," she cried out, her nails digging into Elena's back as she shattered beneath her. Elena felt Amanda’s pussy releasing juices all over her. The sensation pushed her orgasm over the edge. She buried her face right on the mattress, beside Amanda’s face. Her body convulsed as a wave after a wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
Elena's hips slowed, then stopped, their bodies still pressed tightly together. Their pussies were slick with a mixture of their juices, evidence of their intense encounter.
“Well,” Elena murmured, “you lost bitch.” into Amanda’s ear.
“This isn’t over, yet slut.” Amanda responded panting heavily.
They lay there panting heavily, their bodies completely drenched in sweat and their mixed juices. Elena, lying on top of Amanda, their tits, bellies, and pussies were glued together. The exhaustion of the party and the battle began to catch up with them. Elena's eyelids grew heavy, her breathing slowing as she drifted off to sleep atop Amanda's chest. Amanda's own eyes closed, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she wrapped her arms around Elena. They lay there in the tangled sheets, their bodies intertwined and hearts beating in sync, slowly slipping into a peaceful night.
Elena’s eyes opened slowly as she tried to stretch. It was already morning. She froze as the events of last night rushed back to her. Amanda lay beside her, still asleep, her face peaceful in deep sleep. Elena's nose wrinkled at the scent of sweat and sex that clung to their sticky skin. She glanced down at their naked bodies, tangled together. Their tits and pussies were still pressed firmly against each other. But one thing she was quite aware of was that she had won.
The end.

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Wow awesome