Part Time Work, Part III- by JB57

[JB57]

Dear Board,

Here is Part III of "Part Time Work." Hopefully, Part IV, the last part, will be coming up fairly soon. This is one of those incomplete stories I've had on the board for some time, but it was less incomplete than most because it did not have much of a cliffhanger. Anyway, our discussion yesterday about how to write stories gave me some inspiration to work on this one, for some reason.

Hope you enjoy. As always, feedback welcome.

JB57

Part Time Work, Part III

Jack’s yacht, the “Pegasus,” cut through the warm Caribbean waters like a silver blade. It was l heading for a private island not far off the coast of Trinidad and Tobago. It was not that late, getting on 6 PM in the afternoon, but they were almost on the equator and the sun set in just a few minutes. As the yacht drew closer, it was hailed from the island by radio and guided into an impressive pier by docking lights.

As the Pegasus pulled up to the dock, Kris looked out at the island curiously, taking in every detail. She was impressed. The island was small, maybe 10 or 12 hectares, but it rose precipitously out of the Caribbean Sea. At the crown was a Spanish-style mansion, bathed in light, and blending seamlessly into the surrounding jungle. As she watched, Kris saw a man emerge from the forest on the edge of the dock. He was a tall, handsome Japanese man, maybe in his 50s. He was beautifully dressed in a crisp white cotton short-sleeved shirt and white slacks. An expensive watch, probably a Rolex, was wrapped around his left wrist. He was alone.

As dockhands lashed the Pegasus to the wharf, Jack led Kris and Larisa out onto a gangplank and down to the dock. The man walked gracefully up the landing pier to greet them.

The two women were wearing elegant evening dresses which did a great deal to accentuate their considerable assets. Larisa’s black hair was up in series of spiraled loops on her head, leaving her beautiful neck and shoulders bare. Her gown was easily held in place by her incredible bustline. The little black dress that she wore revealed deep, plunging cleavage and most of her lush, tan thighs. It also left most of her perfect back bare, but clung tightly to her hips and round, tight ass. Larisa was wearing three-inch, black, open-toed pumps. She was adorned with a silver necklace and earrings.

Kris was also wearing three-inch open pumps. Her blonde hair was down, cascading over her bare shoulders. Her dress was gold, and also held in place by her swelling tits. The dress’ neckline plunged almost to her navel; her back was bare. The hemline barely went down far enough to cover her thong. The garment hugged her hips and butt tightly. She was wearing a pearl choker and pearl earrings.

Each woman took one of Jack’s arms; together, the three walked down the pier towards the man, who was coming to meet them.
The man’s eyes sparkled with desire as he took in Kris and Larisa’s elegant beauty. Kris could see excitement in his eyes, which she interpreted to mean that he was very satisfied with the picture she and Larisa presented.

“Hello,” the man said as he reached them. “I am Hoshi Yakamura. This is my island. I call it “Windheart.”” He gestured to the spectacular mansion and forest behind him.

Jack made the introductions.

“Mr. Yakamura,” Jack began, “May I present these two beautiful ladies. This is Larisa…” Yakamura took Larisa’s hand and squeezed it gently, looking intently into her eyes. Larisa smiled back, her beautiful green eyes working their magic.

“…and this is Kris,” Jack continued, motioning to the blonde beauty. Yakumura shook Kris’ hand, staring intently into her eyes, too. Kris regarded him pleasantly, but coolly, assessing him. She liked what she saw, but she also knew that the kind of man who would hire women to sexfight for his amusement could be dangerous. She needed to be on her guard.

“I am honored to meet you,” Yakamura said. “You lovely women are every bit as beautiful, as impressive, as Mr. Dorn promised. Please, come with me up to the house. We will have a most excellent supper and you can meet your…” he paused, searching for the right word.”…competitors.”

Yakamura offered each of the women an arm. Together, with Jack a few steps behind, the party made its way to the house. They walked up a paved pathway, clearly designed to allow large trolleys to trundle up and down to the house from the dock as easily as possible. The pavement stone was smooth, easy on the women’s three-inch heels, and wide enough to accommodate a truck. Even so, there was nothing “industrial” about the island, though Kris was sure there was much more going on beneath the island than was obvious. As they walked, Yakamura pointed to the lush gardens and manicured lawns that stretched away from the path. The island had several swimming pools, three of them infinity pools built in a cascading terrace just below the main house. As they walked, the various lights that illuminated the path turned off and on, keeping pace with the procession. Yakamura explained that he did not like the light pollution and tried to keep the house and island as dark as possible during the night, so that he could enjoy the stars. By now, the last traces of sunlight were disappearing below the horizon and the brilliant Caribbean night sky was revealed in all its glory.

“I would like you ladies to enjoy the hospitality of my island for the next two days,” Yakamura offered. “Today is Wednesday. If it meets with your approval, I would like to schedule the competition for Friday night. After that, no matter the outcome, I would be honored if you would like to stay on and enjoy the island for a few more days. I have all of the amenities of a resort here and I so rarely have guests.”

“Thank you, Mr. Yakamura,” Kris replied. “That sounds very nice. We will talk to Jack and see what he says. He may have other plans that he needs to get back to.” Jack said nothing, leading Kris to think that he might. At the least, his silence led her to believe that Yakamura’s offer was something they would need to discuss.

“Please, call me ‘Hoshi’,” Yakamura insisted.

The party continued up the path and a series of stairs to the house, entering into a huge marble hall. The house was designed to be open to the outdoors. Yakamura led the women and Jack into an enormous dining room with a 15 foot long polished oak table. The table paralleled an open wall that looked out on a spectacular view of the moonlit ocean. As the women admired the scene, two other women walked into the dining room. Larisa and Kris turned to meet their “competition”; the air in the room became electric with sexual tension.

The women who entered the room were incredible. Both were redheads, one wearing her hair up, the other with her long mane flowing over her shoulders. The one with her hair up was wearing a short green dress, the hemline ending just below her crotch, making the skirt as short as Kris’. The skirt’s collar dipped low on her chest, allowing each of her massive tits to form a perfect round orb in the collar’s window. The other redhead was wearing an equally short dress the color of oxblood. A narrow loop circled her neck, crossed under her throat, then angled down to form a revealing cleavage window that dipped down to her navel. Her back and her arms were bare. The women were wearing gold necklaces and earrings and three inch black pumps. Their green eyes glowed with heat as they stared at Kris and Larisa.

Larisa unconsciously arched her spine and shoved her massive tits out at the other women. The redheads responded in kind. Kris was more restrained, letting her eyes drift appraisingly over the other women’s incredible bodies. These women were every bit as beautiful and voluptuous as Larisa and Kris. Kris was not surprised, but she was impressed. She knew that she and her partner would have a real battle ahead of them.

Yakamura waved the redheads over. Hips swaying, tits rocking, the gorgeous women approached their sexual rivals.

“Kris and Larisa,” Yakamura said, “It is my pleasure to introduce Sasha”- he gestured at the women with her hair up – “and Svetlana.”

All four women shook hands; all felt the erotic energy passing between them. Larisa said something to the redheads in Russian. They smiled but did not reply. Instead, Svetlana addressed Kris and Larisa.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My partner and I have much experience in the area of… how shall we say?...sexfighting. We look forward to matching our skills to yours.”

Before Kris could reply, Yakamura interrupted. “Please, let’s save the shop-talk for later. Let’s have dinner now and get to know each other.”

As he spoke, a sumptuous feast of Cornish game hen and other delicacies was being laid out on the table by two attentive servers. Kris and Larisa sat on one side of the table; Jack was beside them. Directly across from them sat Svetlana and Sasha. Yakamura sat at the head. The incredible display of female pulchritude was distracting; four spectacular sets of tits kept calling attention to themselves.

Over the next two hours, the little dinner party enjoyed the incredibly tasty meal and learned more about each other. Even so, the redheads were cagey about their pasts and their professional activities. Kris got the impression that they were not professional sexfighters but something else. Kris and Larisa did nothing to hide their relative inexperience at sexfighting. They had discussed this earlier and decided it was better for their opponents to feel overconfident going into the battle.

Finally, after dessert was over and everyone felt pleasantly stuffed, the party retired to Yakamura’s wood paneled study to discuss the business at hand. The redheads sat on a couch facing the fireplace. Kris sat in a wing chair on one side of the fireplace. Jack and Larisa sat on a loveseat at right angles to the couch. Yakamura stood beside the fireplace.

“As you know,” he began, “I have asked you here to my island for one purpose: I wish to stage and record the most erotic and competitive sexfight that money can buy. I met Jack a year ago at one of the titfights on his yacht. I expressed my desire to him and he has graciously found Kris and Larisa to be two of our competitors. I found Svetlana and Sasha after doing a considerable search through my various contacts. I am confident that all of you are gifted sexfighters and that you will prove to be formidable opponents.”

“Who will see the recording?” Kris asked. She had no desire to be an internet sensation. She knew that this was a possibility when she signed on and it was not a dealbreaker for her, but a career as a pornstar was not one of her ambitions.

“I assure you that I am the only one who will see the recording,” Yakamura replied. “This entire endeavor is being done for my personal enjoyment. I have no intention of violating your privacy or of sharing my personal fetishes and fantasies with others.”

“What are the rules of the fight?” asked Sasha. “Do we just fuck until one team forces the other to submit?”

“In essence, that is correct,” Yakamura said. “But it is a bit more detailed than that. I have built a special room in this house, that is equipped with cameras that can record whatever happens in the room from any angle. In the room is a large, round bed. That will be your arena. As you said, the basic setup is simple: Svetlana and Sasha are a team; Kris and Larisa are another team. All four of you will sexfight the other team, at the same time. I want this to be as much of an orgy as an outright sexfight. The winning team will be the one that can overpower and outfight the other. That means forcing the other team’s members to submit or rendering them unconscious. There is no violence allowed. I want you to fight each other entirely with your sexual power, with your bodies and sexual organs. You can change opponents as you like and if one combatant defeats her competitor, she can help her partner. Finally, the winner will be decided by the competitor who succeeds in pulling a lever on the wall. Whoever pulls that lever wins the two million dollars for her team.”

All four women nodded. This seemed straightforward enough.

“If you have no questions,” Yakamura continued, “I suggest that we all get some sleep. Kris, Larisa and Jack, I have had rooms prepared for you in the guest quarters.”

“I think I’ll sleep on my ship, Hoshi,” Jack replied. “You know, the captain of a ship doesn’t like to leave it alone for too long. But thanks for the offer. Ladies, would you like to stay here, or come back with me?”

Larisa and Kris exchanged a look. “I think we’d like to stay here,” Larisa said. “We love the ship, but it would be nice to have a change.”

“I am glad,” Yakamura smiled. “As comfortable as Jack’s vessel is, I am sure you will find the rooms I can provide to you much more luxurious.”

Jack left to return to the ship and arrange for the women’s necessaries to be brought to them in the house. Svetlana and Sasha wished everyone goodnight and excused themselves, disappearing into some other part of the mansion. Yakamura led Larisa and Kris to one of the lower levels of the house, where they were shown adjoining rooms. The bedrooms were beautiful, spacious, beautifully furnished, and equipped with fireplaces and ensuites. They opened onto a common terrace that looked out on the ocean and one of the infinity pools. The pool was accessible off the terrace. The women thanked their host, then prepared for the night.

In their respective rooms, Kris and Larisa stripped off their dresses, kicked off their heels and pulled on some of the luxurious, short terry-cloth robes provided. Larisa joined Kris in her room. She sat in a chair facing the bed. Barefoot, her long, lush legs extending from under the robe, her magnificent breasts shifting on her chest, she swung her leg as she played with her hair. She had let it down and now twirled her finger around one black lock.

“What do you think?” Larisa asked her partner and lover.

“I don’t know,” Kris said, sitting on the bed in her short robe. She leaned forward, her breasts almost spilling out of the front of the robe. “Something about this just feels off to me.” She paused. “What did you say to the redheads?”

“Not much. I just called them ‘sisters’ in Russian.”

Just then, there was a knock on Kris’ bedroom door. She answered and found a young sailor who had been sent to the women with their personal belongings. He gave her a small bag that contained both woman’s bathroom kits, underwear and various bikinis. They had not packed with much. Kris gave Larisa her bathroom bag. Before she left to return to her room, Larisa pulled Kris in and gave her a slow, hungry kiss. The women’s tongues played and they both enjoyed the pressure of their tits on each other, the sleek feel of their tan bare legs rubbing. They broke the kiss after a few minutes and smiled at each other.

“Do you want to spend the night here, or do you want me to come to your room?” Kris asked, her voice thick.

“I’ll come back here,” Larisa replied, licking Kris’ wet lips with her moist tongue. “We still have a lot of training to do. Just leave the door open.”

Larisa left. Kris took her bathroom bag into the ensuite, showered, freshened herself up, then returned to the bedroom. She was a bit surprised that Larisa had not returned yet, but she realized the Russian woman was probably doing the same things she had been doing. Sighing, Kris slipped off her robe. She admired her incredible, voluptuous body in the full length standing mirror in the bedroom. She ran her hands over her bulging, throbbing EE tits, squeezing her hardened nipples, then slipped her hands slowly down her taut belly to her pussy. She cupped her clean-shaven twat, running her middle fingers over her slit, and smiled. A million dollars was riding on how well this precious organ performed in two days.

Smiling, she crawled into the bed and pulled the soft, soothing sheets over her naked body. It felt wonderful. Leaving the night table light on, she drifted into a gentle sleep, confident that Larisa would wake her when she came.

Kris awoke with a start; something was wrong. Some sound, some feeling, had shattered her sleep. She listened carefully, wondering what it was that had woken her. She did not hear anything. She glanced at the clock. It had been 20 minutes since she had drifted off to sleep; where was Larisa?

Naked, Kris got out of bed and walked into the hall. She tried Larisa’s bedroom door; it was locked. Then, very faintly, she heard something coming through the door. She put her ear to the wood. She heard the sounds of animal grunts and groans. She recognized the noises; they were the distinct sound of two women having violent sex. In a flash, she realized what must be happening. Hoping against hope, Kris ran through her bedroom and onto the moonlit terrace. She raced to Larisa’s terrace door. It was a French door; if it was locked, Kris had a plan to break one of the windows, open the lock, and get into the bedroom. Fortunately, the terrace door was unlocked. Kris threw the door open. She was confronted by a nightmarish scene.

By the light of the lamps on the tables on either side of Larisa’s king-sized bed, Kris saw her partner being ravaged by the two redheaded Russians. Both of the Russians were nude. One of the women was spread on top of Larisa’s naked body, her perfect, round ass pumping as she fucked Larisa viciously. Larisa’s legs were spread wide on either side of the redhead’s hips, thrashing about. Kris could tell that the two fuckfighting women were locked mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue; she could not see this, but the animal sounds coming from both of them attested to this fact. But the battle was not fair; at the top of the bed, holding Larisa’s arms down by her wrists, over her head, was the other redhead. This woman’s beautiful face was lit with a savage, lustful grin as she watched her partner, her lover, pump her cunt into Larisa’s yielding twat, struggle with Larisa’s mouth, ravage Larisa’s luscious body. Kris could hear the distinct sounds of two wet pussies sucking and thrusting at each other, clearly indicating that Larisa and the redhead attacking her were deep into their fuck.

As Kris burst into the room, the redhead holding Larisa’s wrists looked up. She snapped something at her Russian partner, then released Larisa’s wrists and rolled off of the bed, so that she was standing in a crouch as Kris ran up to the bed. Larisa’s attacker tried to pin the black-haired beauty’s wrists to the bed, but Larisa slipped free and instantly sank her fingers into her attacker’s hair; she wrapped her legs around the other woman’s hips and rolled her over, taking the top position. She broke their vicious kiss long enough to snarl something in Russian at her foe; the redhead spat back a reply. Then the women resumed their savage kiss, their bodies continued thrusting and undulating as the fuckfight resumed on more even terms.

The other redhead was ready for Kris’ charge. But Kris did not throw herself at the other woman, as the redhead had expected. She dropped to a crouch and closed on the woman instead. Now that Larisa was no longer being ganged up on, Kris was sure her partner could handle her opponent on her own.

“You fucking whores!” Kris snarled. “Attacking us, two on one! That’s low, you bitch!”

“There are two million dollars at stake, slut!” the redhead replied. Kris realized it was Svetlana. “We are not going to play fair!”

“You little bitch,” Kris snapped. Her body was burning with sexual heat; her pussy felt wet and hot, her tits were swollen with arousal. Whatever else this attack was, there was no denying its erotic power. “I’m going to fuck your clit out your ass.”

The redhead understood immediately. Warily, she dropped to the carpet by the side of the bed and sat on her ass. She spread her legs wide, offering her succulent cunt to Kris. Kris dropped to her knees, then to her ass. She spread her legs stroked her wet, hot pussy, teasing her swelling clit, until it was engorged with blood and throbbing with heat. Then she began to close on the other woman, sliding across the floor. Svetlana stroked her cunt, preparing herself, waiting for Kris, her eyes burning with lust.

On the bed, Larisa and Sasha broke their kiss and pressed cheek to cheek, their mouths almost touching, drool linking lips to lips, their moans of animal delight filling the air. They whispered obscenities to each other in Russian. Both women had seized the other’s bucking, rippling ass, and were squeezing tight, pulling each other in deeper. Their massive tits were compressed against each other like meaty balloons, straining to break each other, throbbing and quivering with tension as the women fucked furiously. Their hot bellies were flat and fused to each other, tanned flesh flowing into flesh.

Kris and Svetlana slid into each other, thick-lipped, naked pussy clapping and sucking to thick-lipped, naked pussy. The women moaned with the delicious pleasure of the initial contact; slick cuntlips slid on each other erotically. Bracing their voluptuous bodies with their hands, turning their hips slightly to their lefts, Kris and Svetlana thrust hard with their powerful hips and asses. Cunt pressed and spread against cunt, pussy lips opened and pink labia merged. Vaginas sealed to each other as a powerful suction formed between the women’s meaty, juiced up twats. Glaring at each other hatefully, Kris and her Russian enemy shuddered and moaned in ecstasy as their pulsing clits came together, head to burning head. Thrusting, grinding, moaning and gasping, the blonde and redhead fucked powerfully. Fuck juices poured from their inosculated pussies, soaking their lower bellies and wrestling twats, trickling into their ass cracks as their cunt to cunt struggle raged on. The women’s massive tits bounced enthusiastically with each hard thrust. Their nipples swelled with heat and tension, their bellies rippled with muscular effort as they pumped each other viciously. Kris and Svetlana seized each other’s sweaty thigh for leverage and continued to grind mercilessly into each other.

“You dirty fuck, cum,” Kris demanded, her body vibrating with sexual heat and tension.

“Filthy, fucking slut, you cum for me,” Svetlana moaned back, the heat in her tits and clit threatening to explode.

The women’s swollen, aching clits rubbed and ground at each other relentlessly, sending shockwaves of growing power reverberating through their straining bodies. Back and forth, up and down, head on, the women’s thumb-sized clits fenced, inflicting unbearable sensations on the combatants. The pleasure in their cores built up faster and faster, soon approaching an excruciating breaking point. Panting feverishly, groaning, their hips and asses moving slow but hard, driving their cunts together with all the strength they could muster, their pussies burning with erotic electricity, Kris and Svetlana fucked brutally, each trying to force the other to submit.

On the bed, Larisa and Sasha’s battle came to a temporary conclusion. Squeezing, pulling hard at each other’s asses, the women broke their savage kiss to throw back their heads and scream in orgasmic ecstasy. Their bodies went stiff, their muscles locking and trembling, and they groaned in shared agony as their pussies clenched and released, shooting hot cum into each other, soaking their crotches and bellies with their steaming ejaculate. Their swollen tits ejaculated at the same time and hot, milky fluid squeezed out from their compressed titmeat. The struggling women suffered through a chain of shared orgasms, before they collapsed, gasping and moaning, hearts pounding into each other, Larisa sprawled over Sasha’s prostrate body.

On the floor, Kris and Svetlana were pumping each other to an orgasmic release. Their bodies were trembling with tension, their nipples were leaking with pre-cum, their massive tits were jiggling uncontrollably as each woman attempted to force the other into a submissive orgasm.

“You whore, you fucking whore, cum you bitch, cum!” Svetlana snarled, her green eyes blazing with heat and desperation as she struggled to hold back her orgasm.

“Cunt, cunt, fucking filthy cunt!” Kris gasped, her body burning up, overflowing with sexual pleasure.

Kris finally could not hold out a second longer. Throwing her head back, she screamed in joy even as she pumped a gusher of hot cum into Svetlana’s sucking pussy. Her nipples exploded at the same time, heat flowing deep in her tits to release a sudden squirt of nipple cum from her nipples that splattered on the redhead’s bouncing tits. A moment later, Svetlana erupted, shrieking as her nipples and cunt released a flood of juices, spraying Kris’ bucking body. The women fell on their backs and continued grinding, writhing and undulating as they rode each other to the end, each determined to pull the final orgasm out of the other. They thrust their hips and asses in the air, their cunts locked, sucking, pulling and contracting against each other at the apex of their meaty join. The women went stiff as another series of orgasms roared through their trembling bodies. Their asses fell back to the carpet as their orgasmic release passed. Panting, their bodies gleaming with sweat, cum spread over their abdomens and trickling into their ass cracks, Svetlana and Kris rested, trying to regain their energy. It had been a hard, powerful fuck and they both needed time to regroup. Their pussies remained pressed together, thick ejaculate squeezing up from their interlocked cunt lips.

On the bed, Sasha pushed Larisa off of her. The two women sat up, then sat back, spread their legs to each other, and moved into a scissorlock. The whole time, they growled obscenities and threats to each other in Russian. Their hungry cunts locked together with a hard, thick slap. The black haired beauty and the redhead seized each other by the hair; pulling viciously, their hips and asses thrusting powerfully, they commenced to fuck each other senseless.

Kris pushed herself away from Svetlana’s body, sliding back on her ass. The redhead sat up, then got to her hands and knees. Kris did the same and the women approached each other again, beautiful faces pressing close until they were nose to nose, panting into each other’s faces, each other’s mouths, sharing hot breath.

“You cheating cunts aren’t getting anything tonight, fucker,” Kris snarled.

“We don’t need to break you whores,” Svetlana replied. “We just needed to get a sense of what you could do. Now we know.”

“You don’t know shit, you bitch,” Kris barked. She threw herself at the redhead. Svetlana met her attack. The women wrapped arms around each other’s waists and backs, pulling each other into a tit-crushing embrace, their muscular bellies slapping as they came together. They groaned in pleasure as their meaty, swollen glands squashed and mashed, taut flesh trembling in tension as they struggled to crush each other flat. Their rock-hard nipples dug into their swollen titmeat. The struggling women fell onto their sides, then began rolling up and down the rug beside the bed, twining their powerful legs together, each straining to get and hold the top position.

Finally, after several minutes of body to body wrestling, Svetlana succeeded in pinning Kris to the floor and using her muscular thighs to spread Kris’ equally powerful thighs. Kris angled her pelvis up, presenting her pussy to her enemy; the redhead eagerly thrust down. The women moaned in shared ecstasy as their hot, juicy cunts mated once more. Pussy lips spread and opened, fuckholes locked as the women contracted their vaginas, sealing and sucking each other in. Their engorged clits came together, length to length and the women groaned and screamed as they began moving their hips, rubbing and rubbing clit to clit, the unbearable sensitivity of their sex nubs feeding excruciating pleasure to every inch of their undulating bodies. Their tits burned and throbbed into each other, nipples on fire as they fused to each other, nipple holes sucked tight. As Svetlana dragged her pussy up and down against Kris’ cunt in short, small movements, their engorged pussy lips pulled and slid on each other, melting together slowly as the women sank deeper and harder into each other.

Svetlana and Kris filled their hands with the other woman’s round, taut ass and pulled each other in deep and hard as their bodies moved. Kris wrapped her legs around her attacker’s hips and moved with her. Cheek to cheek, panting and gasping, the blonde and the redhead fucked hard, riding each other, both enjoying the intense pleasure, their moans and cries of erotic ecstasy getting more and more desperate as the long minutes passed, as they fucked each other higher and higher on the pleasure curve. Their tits burned, both women feeling the impending nipple orgasm even as their bodies trembled with erotic tension.

“Cum, fucker, cum, cum for me…,” Svetlana gasped, her self-control slipping by the second.

“Fucking dirty bitch, you cum for me,” Kris moaned back. The blonde wanted nothing more than to give into the incredible pleasure filling her core. But she had already cum first one time; she needed to hold out, to show this redheaded Russian that she could not be defeated twice.

Pulling hard on Svetlana’s ass, bucking up with her hips, Kris pressed her clit to Svetlana’s engorged sexhorn as hard as she could, head to head, trying to force the swollen nub back into the Russian’s writhing body. The pleasure was intense. The Russian’s breath hitched, her body shuddered. Then she let out a wail of ecstasy.

“Oh fuuuuccccckkkkkk!!” Svetlana screamed as her powerful cunt contracted, then erupted with a flow of hot, steaming cum. Much of it injected deep into Kris’ sucking cunt; much of it soaked the women’s crotches and flowed down to coat Kris’ ass and dampen the rug on which they were fighting. An instant later, Kris went rigid in a series of exploding orgasms; she injected cum into her enemy and sprayed their bucking bodies too. The women’s nipples exploded at the same time, hot streams of nipple cum forcing their way out of the women’s fused nipples, seeping out from between their compressed titflesh, covering their tits in a slick ejaculate, trickling down Kris’ neck. The flow of intense heat and exquisite pleasure caused the two beauties to shudder in each other’s arms.

Svetlana collapsed on top of Kris, gasping. Kris panted, enjoying the feeling of the other woman’s clit pulsing into hers, of their hot tits throbbing, their hearts pounding in concert. After a few minutes, however, she rolled the redhead off of her. The two women lay side by side on the rug, gasping as they struggled to regain their energy.

On the bed, Sasha and Larisa were undulating and writhing, their bodies stretched away from each other, both women squeezing their own tits viciously as they shared orgasm after orgasm. Moaning and screaming, their bodies bucked slow and hard as the final explosions of ecstasy chained through them then abated.

For a few minutes, there was quiet in the bedroom, the only sound all four women panting and gasping as they recovered from their sexual warfare.

Kris sat up, then got to her feet. She walked to the bed and reached down to stroke Larisa’s hair. Larisa pushed herself back from Sasha, then sat up and rolled off the bed to stand beside her lover. By now, the two redheads were also stirring, Svetlana getting to her feet, Sasha getting off the bed to stand by her partner.

The four nude women glared at each other, hands on hips, chests thrust out. Their perfect bodies, virtual mirror reflections of each other, gleamed in the light. They were all dripping with sweat and cum; juices dripped from their swollen cunts to the carpet. Four sets of tits jiggled as their owners fought back their excitement and anger.

“We’re prepared to keep fuckfighting all night, if that’s what you bitches want,” Kris snapped. “We’re prepared to take you cunts on all day, all night, between now and the real competition, if that’s where you want to go with this. But we would rather spend the next couple of days resting and getting ready for the main event.”

“We have learned what we came to learn,” Sasha said, her green eyes flashing at Larisa. “We will not bother you again before Friday night.”

Svetlana nodded, her gaze locked with Kris’.

The two redheads backed up to the bedroom door warily. They reached down and picked up the gossamer thin wraps that they had worn to Larisa’s bedroom and which they had discarded just inside the door. Pulling on the wraps, they nodded to their rivals. As they were leaving, Larisa snapped at them in Russian. The two redheads looked at her with anger, but they did not reply. Instead, they quietly opened and closed the door and left.

Larisa and Kris looked at each other.

“Are you alright?” Kris asked her partner, reaching out to pull the other woman to her. Their massive tits crushed tight as the women wrapped each other in a warm hug.

“Yes. Those two bitches knocked on the door just a little while after I left you. The moment I saw them, I knew what was happening, but I couldn’t get a warning to you. That bitch Sasha was fucking me really good before you came in.”

“Stupid cunts,” Kris growled. “Come on,” she said, taking Larisa by the hand. “We’ll sleep in my room, like we planned to anyway.” She smiled. “We’ve still got a lot of training to do tonight, if you’re up for it.”

Larisa smiled lasciviously. “I’m always up for it, baby,” she murmured.

The naked women left Larisa’s room by the terrace and entered Kris’s room. Kris made sure the terrace door was locked; Larisa locked the main bedroom door. Kris threw back the sheets and climbed into bed. She spread her naked body out in the center of the king-sized bed, then reached for her partner. Smiling, Larisa climbed onto the bed, then climbed onto Kris, pulling the sheets over them. The women smiled with delight and sighed in pleasure as their naked bodies came together. They pressed tight, tits crushing each other, nipples fusing together, sending a spike of ecstasy coursing through their bodies. Their hot bellies pressed flat to each other; they smiled as their navels sucked deliciously. Kris spread her legs and Larisa slipped between her thighs. The women moaned in delight as their wet, naked pussies pressed and sealed to each other, pink labia merging. Larisa slid her throbbing clit all the way up Kris’ fuck trough until their clits were pressing tight, trapped in the same hot, wet space, trembling together with sexual power. Their clits hardened against each other, pulsing with heat and electricity. Kris spread her hands on Larisa’s perfect ass; Larisa wrapped her arms under Kris’ back. The women licked each other’s lips and faces, their tongues playing with each other, before they settled into a long, hot, tongue-filled kiss. They wriggled against each other, grinding their clits, sighing with pleasure.

Finally, they broke the kiss and settled in together. Kris hit a button on the headboard and turned off the light. Twined together in the dark, their bodies pressed in the most intimate ways, sharing heat and sweat and sexual arousal, the two beauties moved slow and hard against each other, slowly and methodically fucking each other, letting the intense pleasure build inside of their slowly writhing bodies, letting their tits swell with heat, their nipples burn like stars as they melted together. Sweat and other juices flowed from their luscious bodies. They shared hot spit, sucking it back and forth. For more than an hour, the women moved against each other, the pleasure building until it was unbearable, until they could take no more. Kris sank her fingers deep into Larisa’s perfect, rippling ass and moaned in ecstasy as she felt the Russian go stiff on top of her, then felt the intoxicating feeling of steaming hot cum jetting into her vagina, entering and violating her womanhood, soaking her crotch and lower body. Kris’ moan turned to a scream of joy as her body orgasmed powerfully in response, as she felt her cunt contract, squeezing and trembling against Larisa’s cunt, as she felt their throbbing clits twitch against each other, as she felt her twat release a long, hot flow of cum into her lover. Much of this splashed back on her, flowing down into her ass crack and up into her navel. The women clung to each other as they squeezed, squeezed each other, pussy to pussy, as they pulled four, five delicious, shattering orgasms out of each other. They gasped and moaned in concert, their nipples and pussies shooting hot cum, their bodies jerking with ecstasy, their muscles straining.

Gasping, Larisa finally collapsed on top of Kris. They kissed deeply, before they finally rested, cheek to cheek. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, knowing that they would wake many times during the night to fuck each other to sleep again. For now, they took comfort in their union and slept.

To be continued:

[Ragnar0k]

Hey JB -
Hot! hot! hot!

Its great that you discovered the inspiration from that conversation to return to this story. I'm going to be writing again today for much the same reason

I had overlooked this series until now and just loved the set-up for this episode; the idea of a competitive sex-fight where two teams have to outlast each other to win a huge cash prize - on a kind of sex-fight fantasy island! ; the predatory Russian babes who ambush Larisa to find out their rivals capabilities; the teaser of the women getting into a hot, inconclusive fight before the main event.
Really looking forward to finding out what comes next!

Ragnar0k

[calla242]

yes! nice sunday gift!
the prize money increased dramatically but the women are worth it ^^ i don't know if the are people who pay such much. i think that this happens for real but they don't pay 2 million. but this is only a short sidemark. the story is -as always- very well written. the 2 million fight on friday must be pretty epic. Kris and Larisa should have assumed a sneak attack when meeting their opponents so early. i hope they don't fuck each other too much on thursday to be well prepared for the match.
i'm glad that the discussion inspired you. i'm looking forward for part 4


small gift in return:

[JB57]

Ragnarok, thanks. I was looking at the date on the first two parts of the story and realized, to my horror, that I wrote them two and a half years ago! Right now, I'm inspired to keep working on this story, so it might be done earlier than some of my others. I've also been reviewing "Queen of the Nile" and I think I've finally figured out how to end it. So, hopefully, that means I'll be finishing off 3 old stories (this one, Queen and New Girl) relatively soon and one new one (Hot Tub Parties). If I can do that, it means the only unfinished story (I think) that I'll have left is "Wife vs. Mistress Pt. 2". So, fingers crossed, I'll have a burst of energy that will let me knock all of these off my list over the next couple of months and free me up to do new stories, without any baggage.

BTW, in case anyone is interested, Sasha and Svetlana are the same hot redheads who take on Tyler and Natalie from "World War III." This is my first shot at a sort of shared universe and I already have some ideas of bringing Kris and Larisa together with Tyler or Natalie or maybe both. In fact, I might try to create something like a "Whistler" universe, where the characters that I have written based on Whistler stories exist in the same place. That means the women from "Transformations", "Desert Duels", and "Cats and Claws" may all, eventually, be in each others' stories.

JB57

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yes! nice sunday gift!
the prize money increased dramatically but the women are worth it ^^ i don't know if the are people who pay such much. i think that this happens for real but they don't pay 2 million. but this is only a short sidemark. the story is -as always- very well written. the 2 million fight on friday must be pretty epic. Kris and Larisa should have assumed a sneak attack when meeting their opponents so early. i hope they don't fuck each other too much on thursday to be well prepared for the match.
i'm glad that the discussion inspired you. i'm looking forward for part 4


small gift in return:

Calla, thanks.

This is a fantasy, so don't hold this to any "real" standards. All I can say is that Yakamura is very rich, knows what he wants, and is willing to pay a lot to get it!

JB57

[calla242]

Sasha and Svetlana are the same hot redheads who take on Tyler and Natalie from "World War III."

i thought of that

bringing all characters together could be hot but keep your mind open for new stories. it dosn't matter when you finish your stories. as long as you keep writing. i enjoyed your (increased) fantasy / sciene fiction stories very much. i think "Eat or be Eaten (f/f, slime assimilation fight)" by Dracologist goes a step too far but it was a very refreshing story that reminds me that i can write anything (unfortunally only in german because my english is too bad).

[MR_TJ]

Ragnarok, thanks. I was looking at the date on the first two parts of the story and realized, to my horror, that I wrote them two and a half years ago! Right now, I'm inspired to keep working on this story, so it might be done earlier than some of my others. I've also been reviewing "Queen of the Nile" and I think I've finally figured out how to end it. So, hopefully, that means I'll be finishing off 3 old stories (this one, Queen and New Girl) relatively soon and one new one (Hot Tub Parties). If I can do that, it means the only unfinished story (I think) that I'll have left is "Wife vs. Mistress Pt. 2". So, fingers crossed, I'll have a burst of energy that will let me knock all of these off my list over the next couple of months and free me up to do new stories, without any baggage.

BTW, in case anyone is interested, Sasha and Svetlana are the same hot redheads who take on Tyler and Natalie from "World War III." This is my first shot at a sort of shared universe and I already have some ideas of bringing Kris and Larisa together with Tyler or Natalie or maybe both. In fact, I might try to create something like a "Whistler" universe, where the characters that I have written based on Whistler stories exist in the same place. That means the women from "Transformations", "Desert Duels", and "Cats and Claws" may all, eventually, be in each others' stories.

JB57

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Calla, thanks.

This is a fantasy, so don't hold this to any "real" standards. All I can say is that Yakamura is very rich, knows what he wants, and is willing to pay a lot to get it!

JB57

Holy Jesus JB!! Excellent to pick this this story back up!
What ideas do you have from whistler stories? I love all of those, any chance to bring the science fiction over from his stories as well? Heheh

[JB57]

Holy Jesus JB!! Excellent to pick this this story back up!
What ideas do you have from whistler stories? I love all of those, any chance to bring the science fiction over from his stories as well? Heheh

I'm not quite clear on your question. If you've read my rewrites of the Whistler stories, you know that I've included all the elements of the supernatural and scifi that he had in the originals - i.e., the mystical cave in "Desert Duels," the mysterious artifact in "World War III," and the superpowered, transformed women in "Transformations." If you're asking will I bring any of those elements into this story, probably not. However, I'm presently writing the next part of "Part Time Work" and it does very strongly set up, and alludes to, other elements that will have a supernatural/scifi element for future stories.

JB57

[MR_TJ]

I'm not quite clear on your question. If you've read my rewrites of the Whistler stories, you know that I've included all the elements of the supernatural and scifi that he had in the originals - i.e., the mystical cave in "Desert Duels," the mysterious artifact in "World War III," and the superpowered, transformed women in "Transformations." If you're asking will I bring any of those elements into this story, probably not. However, I'm presently writing the next part of "Part Time Work" and it does very strongly set up, and alludes to, other elements that will have a supernatural/scifi element for future stories.

JB57

Disregard how I worded the past post, was half asleep. Yes what I was meaning to ask if there was more sci-fi coming in future stories, similar to whistlers stories and remakes you made of those already. lol