Rivals

[WriteThisWay]

I don't know if these ever made it to this board, but they're based off an incomplete story by a writer named Fynn-S over 10 years ago over at Seakings.

I tried to keep it accurate to the timeframe, which I believe was around 2005. So, read that first to get a feel for where these go and I hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 1 - The Challenge of a Rival

Dana frantically tried to clean up the mess, there were buttons everywhere, and get upstairs to change and freshen up before her son, Jacob, got inside. The sandy blonde bitch from the bank was gone and she desperately wanted to avoid letting anyone know what happened. "Mom," she heard as the door from the garage to the house opened, "I'm home." "Hi Jacob, if you need anything I'll be down in a few minutes."

She slipped on a thicker bra to hide her thick, swollen, still fully erect nipples and a different pair of slacks as the button from the ones she had been wearing was now in a dresser drawer after it popped off during the fight. As Dana went to put the slacks on, she noticed the heat emanating from her sex, and had to be careful not to inadvertently touch herself and cum right there. She was feeling flush, but didn't feel she could stay upstairs much longer without arousing the suspicion of Jacob as, by now, she was normally working on whatever meal was going to happen that evening.

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Cheryl got home and couldn't hide from Bruce that her blouse only had one button left. With no kids to worry about, she launched right into the story of what had gone on with the "pasty, weak titted, auburn haired slut" as she also launched herself onto her husband and rode him like a champion bronc rider. Their lovemaking was the hottest it had been in months, maybe even years, as she regaled him with the story of what she would do to the bitch if they ever met again while he sucked her clit and brought her to her third orgasm of the night before the sun went down. Being on the backside of their 30s, they didn't have the same stamina they did when they were 22, but neither one was willing to stop the proceedings as Bruce buried himself to the hilt inside his wife's glistening snatch while he suggested a scenario where she pummeled the lesser woman in the bank after hours as he watched. He couldn't take his eyes off Cheryl's beautiful tits as the tanned, firm D cups with dark chocolate nipples shook invitingly with every thrust.

After finally realizing they couldn't keep going, both partners laid on their backs, hearts beating through their chests as Bruce turned to his wife and said, "You've got to find out that bitches name, or at least where she works, and try to talk her into fighting you again."

"Definitely," Cheryl said and drifted off for a post marathon nap.

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Ed arrived home and immediately sensed something was different with his wife. She was going through the motions as if everything was normal, but clearly there was a slight shift in her demeanor compared to the usual. He was smart enough not to question her in front of the children, but as soon as everyone was down for the night he started asking questions of his auburn haired goddess in the bedroom.

"Dana, honey, are you okay tonight?"

"Sure, why do you ask?"

"Well, it's really not much more than a feeling, but you've seemed slightly off since I got home. Also, there are these buttons I found in the couch cushions earlier that don't seem to go with anything you have."

Red faced, she looked over at her husband and said, "What buttons? I'm sure they go to something here. Maybe one of the kids."

"What's going on, you're being really odd tonight. Did something happen at work?"

Dana finally decided to take a chance and tell her husband what happened. "Well, there was something that happened today, but I didn't want to tell you about it. See, there was an issue when I was dropping off a deposit at the bank during my lunch hour."

"If there's a problem at work, you know you can tell me about it," Ed interjected.

"No, no it wasn't anyone at work. In fact, my boss let me ditch out early today when I told him I wasn't feeling well. The problem was this bitch at the bank. Um, I don't know how to describe it, other than to say that she basically told me to get lost when I complained about the wait since they were understaffed, and I kind of challenged her to a fight."

"A fight?" Ed said suddenly giving his wife a quick once over. Sure she wasn't as firm or toned as she used to be, but she was still a curvy goddess with strong arms and legs, impeccable porcelain skin, and perfect D cup breasts with large cherry red nipples that only showed the slightest hint of sag despite the fact that she was closing in on 40.

"Yeah," Dana replied as she noted the excitement in his voice, "and it kind of happened."

"What do you mean it happened? Are you telling me you got into a fight with the woman at the bank today?"

"I have something to show you, wait right here." With that Dana slipped out of bed and quickly padded down to the living room where she grabbed the camcorder. A few minutes later it was hooked up to the bedroom TV and her fight with the blonde bitch was right there for her husband to see.

The questions about how he would react, and what anyone might think about her secret thoughts of wanting to touch another woman intimately, were erased as he pulled her close and pressed his erection into her sublime ass. But this wasn't an ordinary erection, this was the largest raging boner she had coaxed out of him in years. He quickly removed her bra and began to caress her beautiful breasts as the battle turned sexual and the video showed each woman latching onto the nipples of her opponent before abruptly ending as his oldest son came home.

"So, what do you think?" Dana asked still somewhat meekly despite the engorged cock and breast caressing she got while the video was playing.

"You had her, honey. You were going to finish her off and rip the nipple off her flabby tits before Jacob got home. She was going to find out the hard way that you're more woman than she is. Would you be willing to finish things if we can get the kids out of the house for the weekend?"

"Fuck yes, I would love to put that hussy in her place and let you see it happen."

"Do you know her name?"

"I think it was Cheryl, at least that's what I remember being on the nametag, but since I didn't put the deposit in today I could go to the bank tomorrow and try to goad her into finishing it."

"Good. If you can just get her our home phone or email we can try to set it up. Meanwhile, I've got an idea of how to do it if you're interested."

Ed had the idea to do a quick perusal of the bank's website and see if they had pictures of the staff. Once they found her name, Cheryl Burkenthaler, and picture on the website Dana thought to herself that the blonde wasn't even that pretty. She even looked like a bitch in the picture.

"Dana, things got really sexual today. Have you ever been in any kind of titfight or sexfight?"

"No, Ed, what the hell are those?"

"Well, don't get mad at me but I've got a little stash of videos that can show you what I'm talking about if you're willing to watch them." Seeing his wife's face drop a little, he said, "It's been a fetish of mine for a long time. I didn't think you would ever do something like that so I got a few videos to take care of that urge. Just watch a little and see what you think. I'll get rid of them after if you want. Just the thought of you doing this is hotter than any video could ever be. No video could compare to the real thing anyways."

Dana was appeased for the moment and as the night wore on she was downright horny watching the contests on the screen. As Ed fucked her as passionately as he had done in years, all she could do was describe to him how her tits and pussy were going to humble that blonde slut. As she talked over the plans with her husband, she couldn't wait to go into the bank tomorrow and deliver the challenge to Cheryl, hoping she would agree.

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As soon as Cheryl got to work the next day, all she could think about was how she could possibly figure out where the redhead from the day before worked. She had her name, and her husband's name, from a quick internet search that Bruce encouraged her to do the night before using the address she had fought at. Edward and Dana Mullins. "Such a plain name for such a plain suburban mom," Cheryl snickered to herself. She had told her boss a truncated version of the events from the day before with the redhead and convinced him to funnel any issues regarding the business account to her. She promised him that she would do everything in her power to keep the account with their bank, even if it meant apologizing profusely to the woman that had come in the day before.

Somewhat subconsciously she had dressed to kill today. Even though there were enough tellers, meaning she would be in her office like usual, she had walked in wearing a black satin top with a scoop neck showing at least ⅓ of her tanned breasts and tight gray slacks hugging her hips and ass like a second skin. Her lime green demi cup bra was failing miserably at keeping her erect nipples from showing through her shirt. With a look like that it was no wonder that her boss quickly agreed to let her handle things if someone from the unknown business tried to cancel their account today. Just as she was losing hope that anything would come of it, her office phone rang with her boss on the other end.

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Dana felt electric as she rolled into work wearing a mustard yellow top that was even tighter than the brown number she was wearing the day before. A pair of brown slacks hugged her hips and accentuated her ass with every step. She had popped in to see her boss and asked for a little extra time at lunch. She said she would make the deposit at the bank today and then an old friend was visiting and wanted to grab a quick bite while she was in the city. He agreed quickly, his eyes never leaving the magnificent rack of his favorite employee, as they bounced succulently when she nearly leapt with glee at his approval. He remained glued to her figure as she sashayed her perfect ass out his door and down the hallway towards her office.

The auburn haired mom closed the door to her office and immediately called the bank, and was quickly transferred to the manager the moment it was discovered she was the woman whose company was supposedly considering taking their business elsewhere after the interaction with Cheryl the day before. As the manager tried to apologize, Dana cut him short and said it was really her fault. She claimed she was in a bad mood already and it was her attitude that caused the conflict, and she would like a chance to apologize in person after making the deposit during her lunch hour today.

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After what seemed like a never ending morning, Dana realized it was finally time to head over to the bank and put her husband's plan into action. She almost groaned as her nipples jumped to attention at the thought of seeing the blonde again. In a moment of mischief she made a quick stop in the bathroom to freshen up, and while she was there she decided to up the ante by slipping off her ultra thin midnight blue satin bra and teasing her nipples to full arousal before heading out to see her rival.

The poor girl at teller counter looked to shrink away at the sight of the voluptous, auburn haired vixen walking towards her. Dana allowed a self satisfied smirk knowing that her tits so completely outgunned a woman who appeared to be half her age, if that.

"Hi sweetie," Dana said, "I'm Dana Mullins. I called earlier and spoke to your manager and am supposed to make a deposit for my company and then see Cheryl Burkenthaler. Could you be a peach and let her know I'm here?"

"Sure thing Mrs. Mullins, I just need to check with the manager first. If you would like, you can go ahead and fill out the deposit sheet while I ask him and I'll take care of it for you right away."

Dana nodded and, while the teller quickly rang her manager, filled out the slip, with the appropriate signatures and initials. She looked up as she heard the teller begin to speak to her, "Mr. Hendricks said he will be out right away to walk you back to Mrs. Burkenthaler's office. Let me input this deposit and he will probably be here by the time I have your receipt."

Just as the young teller said, an older man with an air of authority appeared to escort Dana back to the office area. She loved the attention he gave her figure and wondered if he would even be able to pick her face out of a lineup five minutes after meeting her. The super headlights she was sporting, her lack of a bra allowing the shirt to mold around the nipples and at least hint towards the outline of her areolas, seemed to be the only thing he noticed. She kind of nodded as he droned on about something or other for the minute it took to arrive at her rival's office, and for a fleeting moment she considered seeing if she could finagle her way back to his office and use her mesmerizing tits as weapons by bringing him enough pleasure with them that he would fire Cheryl on the spot.

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Cheryl could hear the voices in the hallway, coming closer to the open door of her office, and stiffened in anticipation. She had the blinds drawn on all the interior windows just to add a bit of privacy to the encounter her body was buzzing for. She heard the pale mom disengage from the conversation with the bank manager and arched her back to push out her well exposed chest as she waited for Dana to walk into the room.

Both women's eyes went wide when they saw the other. Obviously they both wanted to upstage their rival and both had gone to levels that bordered on the obscene in a professional setting. Cheryl barely hid the venom in her voice as she spat out, "Close the door behind you." As Dana did, Cheryl continued sarcastically, "I'm glad you came to apologize for being such an uppity whore yesterday. I guess kicking your ass really humbled you."

"Kicking my ass? In your dreams you blonde bimbo. You kept getting more desperate and dirty the whole time because I was dishing out more than you can handle."

"More than I can handle? Listen here Pippi, I'm more woman than you'll ever be and I'll prove it any time you want."

"Good. Here's my home number in case you haven't got it already. Call tonight after 10. My husband and I watched the video of our little incident yesterday..."

"Video? What the fuck are you talking about? Are you some kind of psychopath that goes out looking for this shit because she's so plain that she can't get her husband's attention any other way?"

"No, you crazy bitch. You're the stalker who followed me to my own home to fight me. I turned on the camcorder before you came in just in case I needed evidence if you had a knife of something and were trying to kill me." Re-gathering her thoughts, Dana lowered her voice and started over, "Like I was saying. My husband and I watched the video and he noticed how you kept doing things like going after my nipples and trying to strip me when I got the advantage. It's obvious to both of us that your jealous of my body, and with good reason. We've got a challenge for you. Just call tonight after 10 and I'll have him explain it so that even your tiny blonde brain can understand it." Before Cheryl could formulate a response, Dana turned on her heel, tits bouncing angrily under her shirt, and left the office.

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At 10:01 the phone rang. It was a local number, but not one they recognized, so Dana picked up the phone cautiously. "Hi bitch," came from the other end so she quickly put it on speakerphone.

"Before you say anything slut, my husband wants a copy of that camcorder tape. You can bring it by the bank tomorrow so he can get a look at how badly I was kicking your ass before I finish the job."

"Fuck you whore. He's going to see is his old, worn out wife fighting dirty because she was getting her ass kicked by a better woman with a much better body."

"In your dreams Casper. Your pasty skin, weak nipples, and puny little tits are no match for mine. Anyways, you went for my tits first on the couch, so I was just beating you at your own game."

Before his wife could respond further, Ed chimed in. "Cheryl, this is Ed, Dana's husband. If you haven't done it yet put your speakerphone on so your husband can join in the conversation as well."

"It's already on man. This is Bruce and I do want a copy of that camcorder video before we do anything else. Just for research purposes, of course."

The men had successfully de-escalated the situation for a moment and Bruce's dry wit actually got a genuine laugh out of all four people. Ed continued, "Okay Bruce and Cheryl, here's what I propose. We'll get our kids out of the house for the weekend and if you guys can do the same then we can have the women settle this here on Saturday night."

"We don't have any kids, so that's easy enough on our end," Bruce responded.

"Good, now for the details of how they'll settle it. Obviously they both have jobs where it would cause quite a bit of difficulty for them to show up after some knock down, drag out catfight. Also, and Bruce you'll see this on the video, there was clearly some tension and competition surrounding their breasts yesterday. So, I'm suggesting we have a series of three contests to see who is the sexier, better woman."

"We already know I am, and nothing your little redhead bitch says will change that."

"Fuck you skank. If you're so fucking hot, how come you couldn't get your husband worked up enough to have any kids? Is he impotent or are you just a lousy fuck with saggy old tits?"

"Ladies!" Ed yelled, "there will be plenty of time for this shit before you settle it. Right now we need to talk about the specific contests and agree on the rules for Saturday. Alright, Dana has already agreed to all of this so here's what I propose. The first contest is a nipple fight. Dana and Cheryl will grab each others nipples and squeeze, pinch, and pull on them until one gives. Each woman will trim their nails and wear opera gloves to prevent any kind of puncturing. Does that sound okay?"

"I can't wait to finish ripping her tiny, weak nipples off her chest."

"A simple yes or no will suffice. The second contest will be a no hands titfight. My suggestion is that each woman grabs the other's hips and they can slam, swing, slap, and grind their tits into the other until one of them gives up. Is that okay?"

"Yes."

"Good, finally, if the first two fights end up at one a piece, a pussy to pussy sexfight where they scissor their legs and grind together. The loser is the one who cums first. Do you agree to that as well?"

"No. I'm going to beat your dried up slut's nipples and tits and I want to be able to beat her pussy even after I'm up 2-0. I don't want any doubt left as to who is the better one between us."

"Good thinking for a dumb blonde, I'll be much happier knowing that your husband will drag your carcass out of here after I humiliate you and that he'll never be able to look at you again without thinking about the better woman across town that he wished he had."

"Okay, ladies, keep it under control. You've got a few more days to go. Bruce and Cheryl, we'll see you at 7pm Saturday." With that Ed quickly hung up before another word could be said and then ravished his overheated wife before drifting off to sleep.

******

Despite the rhetoric and vitriol, both women were still as internally unsure as they were just over one day earlier. The thrill of the moment, the excitement of their husbands, and the pride in their own bodies was overriding their good judgement.

Waking up the next morning, Dana was both nervous and yet confident about seeing her rival one more time before their weekend battle. Cheryl was just as trepidatious about the impending contests with her new rival. Each dressed in something more akin to their normal work attire, feeling that there was no need to one up the other just for a little exchange of a camcorder video when they would spend Saturday night finding out the truth.

Shortly before Dana went to deliver the tape, she called over to the bank to make sure Cheryl was there. Cheryl said she was and then had a bit of a sly idea. "Hey you redheaded hag, are you at least decent enough to wear a bra today?"

"Yes bimbo, I'm wearing a bra. Don't worry, I won't make you feel inferior by showing off my perfect nipples today."

"Whatever whore, just get over here and I'll walk you back to my office. I've got something for you as well."

Intrigued, Dana hesitated a moment before saying, "Fine, I'll be there in 10 minutes."

******

As Dana arrived, she saw Cheryl waiting for her inside the bank lobby, looking good for her age in a black skirt and midnight blue blouse with her typical top 3 buttons open. Cheryl regarded the auburn haired mom wearing beige slacks and a white zip up top with the zipper a third of the way down. "Hi Mrs. Mullins, it's a pleasure to see you again. Right this way, we'll only be a few moments."

To an outsider the two women had glossed over their initial confrontation, but to each of them it was a secret they were enjoying the hell out of. Breaking the monotony of married and professional life with something so erotic was exhilarating. Dana followed the blonde and took a look at her ass. It was very nice, especially for her age, but she was sure her own was even better. She was going to enjoy beating this cougar in front of both men.

As they got to the office, Dana noticed the blinds were all drawn again. Cheryl opened the door and curtly said, "After you," allowing Dana entry to her office for the second day in a row. Dana started to take in her surroundings a bit more than the day before, noticing the minimal decoration of the room, when she heard the door shut and the lock click. Somewhat startled, she turned quickly to face her blonde rival.

As she walked around to the other side of her desk Cheryl said, "settle down red, I'm not going to do anything physical to you today. Put the tape on the desk." Dana obliged, still somewhat cautious, never taking her eyes off the sandy blonde banker who was leading the proceedings. Her eyes got wide as Cheryl quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, leaving her in nothing but a sheer midnight blue demi cup bra. The blonde then reached into her desk and pulled out a small cloth tape measure. Seeing the confusion on Dana's face, she flatly stated, "Since you think your nipples are so great, I thought we could both take our bras off here, where nobody can see us, and measure the length and thickness to see whose are bigger. Whoever wins keeps both bras and the loser goes without for the rest of the day. Ready to pull your puny things out or are you all talk bitch?"

Dana hesitated for a moment, trying to remember what the blonde's nipples felt like two days earlier and if they might be bigger than she remembered. That thought was quickly replaced by her husband's words about how Cheryl was going after her body due to jealousy and thought there was no way the other woman's nipples could be bigger. Without a word she quickly unzipped her top down the front and slid it off onto the table between her foe and herself. Her sheer white bra was doing little to conceal what her large tits were topped off with and she felt a swell of pride seeing the blonde assessing her tips with widening eyes.

Cheryl quickly took control of the situation again. "Okay we both turn our backs for 5 minutes, I'll set a timer on my computer, and you can do anything you want to get your nipples to full size. We'll then turn around and measure each of the other woman's nipples and once we agree on the measurement we'll write it down. Deal?"

"Deal, slut."

With that, Cheryl set the timer and said go. Immediately both women whipped their bras off and, backs facing each other, went to work pulling, teasing, and even raising their breasts to their lips to suck on their nipples to coax maximum size out of them.

After what seemed like way less than 5 minutes, the computer chimed signaling the moment of truth. Both women turned around and immediately realized the truth. One of them was clearly longer and thicker. With a smile breaking across her face, one woman quickly rounded the table to close the distance. "How about we forget the tape measure and just line our nipples up next to each other? The ones that touch the other woman's areolas first wins?" Not waiting for her rival's answer, the aggressor leaned in with a confidence in her body that she had never felt before. All inhibitions were disappearing with the realization that not only was she going to take part in sexual combat with another woman similar to herself, but that she might really win. As she leaned in, her nipples clearly indented the areolas of her soon to be foe, drawing a quick breath from each woman, and having the added effect of causing the other woman's nipples to soften a bit. Delighted by the result, she quickly jabbed a few more times, resulting in the other woman's nipples nearly flattening out completely. Upping the ante, the dominant woman lined her tits up perfectly with the opposing pair and pressed her still fully erect nipples into the retreating pair and pressed forward, causing the breasts to compress against one another. As she did this she noticed that her boobs seemed larger and firmer than her opponent and she leaned her head forward and whispered into the ear of the shocked and intimidated rival, "Ed is going to lose it when he sees my bigger better nipples. He's going to be so conflicted when you're screaming your submission as my tits beat yours to mush and my pussy eats yours alive, knowing he shouldn't enjoy seeing his wife defeated by a better woman."

With that, Cheryl stepped back from the auburn haired mother, grabbed both bras off the table, and continued, "Put your shirt back on and get out of my office slut. I can't wait to show bruce this video of our first fight and tell him what happened here today. I hope you don't chicken out after this, I'm looking forward to showing your husband that you're not the hot shit you think you are Saturday night."

Dana grabbed her shirt without a word and slid it back on. She turned and left the office, never making eye contact with the blonde banker, caught somewhere between feeling like she was in a haze and wanting to break down and cry right where she stood. The rest of her day was miserable, with her barely being able to recall anything at work or even that night at dinner. Ed kept trying to get her to talk, but she just went through the motions with the kids and got ready for bed quietly. At 10:01 the phone rang again, Ed answered and quickly switched it to speakerphone.

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Cheryl quickly locked her office door the moment the redhead left and turned back towards her desk. She was still stripped to her waist and the exhilaration of the moment made it feel like her already huge nipples had hardened and grown even more. She felt a pride and power radiating through them that she didn't even fully understand. As she walked over to get dressed, she saw the sheer white bra she had just won and gave in to her mischievous side by putting it on. The sandy blonde woman nearly squealed with delight when her tanned rack overwhelmed the large bra and her titflesh bulged around every inch of the ill equipped garment. Feeling that it would cut into her breasts, and cause pain after a while, she switched back to her own bra and slipped her blouse back on for the rest of the day.

When she got home, she quickly put the video in and watched it before Bruce arrived. What she saw boosted her confidence even more. She was basically at a stalemate with the woman who jumped her before the abrupt ending. She was convinced that a little more time would have allowed her to finish the job she had started that day and she was anticipating the weekend even more.

The sandy blonde was floating on air the rest of the afternoon and evening. She kept teasing Bruce about the video and something special she had gotten just for him. Finally, after seemingly endless small talk about things he couldn't care less about, she finally relented and let him watch the video. Her smile widened even more as he came to the same conclusion, that she was gaining the upper hand and it was only the other woman's son coming home that saved her from being humiliated by Cheryl. Just as he began to try and put his huge erection to work on her, she stopped him and said, "Now for that big surprise I've got for you."

Bruce stripped as instructed while his still fully dressed wife stepped into their bathroom. The whole thing seemed odd to him and he wondered why she took her purse in with her. Just a few moments later she stepped back out, wearing nothing but a sheer white bra that was clearly too small for her.

"How do you like my new bra?"

"Um...it's great but it seems like you got the wrong size."

"Yeah, it's pretty tight on me but I think I'll keep it. Guess where I got it?"

"I don't know, at the lingerie store?"

"Nope. I got this at work today."

"At work?" Bruce's voice betrayed the utter confusion he was feeling at the moment.

"Yes. In fact I got it in my office right around the same time Dana dropped off the camcorder tape."

As she regaled him with the story of the nipple confrontation, Bruce's already absurd erection began to cause him actual physical pain. Finally his wife relented and they began an intense bout of lovemaking that featured several earth shattering orgasms. After fucking each other silly, Bruch discussed a few ideas he was having with his wife. He didn't like that Ed was the man who took the lead in setting this all up and wanted to feel as if he was an equal contributor to the festivities. At 10:01 the couple placed a call to Ed and Dana to engage in a speaker phone based conversation for the second night in a row.

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"Hey Ed, it's Bruce. We're on speaker phone as well so Cheryl is fully aware of what I'm about to propose. We thought it might be fun to add some stakes after each of the challenges on Saturday. Are you open to that?"

"Yes," Ed responded, "we'll listen to what you have to say."

"Good. As awesome as it is that our wives are willing to do this in front of us, I think it would be pretty cool if each part of the event had its own spoils for the victor. Here's what I'm proposing: After the nipple fight, the loser has to suck the winner's nipples. After the titfight the loser lays on her back and is titsmothered by the winner for 5 minutes. After the pussyfight, the loser eats the winner's pussy until she cums. Are you and Dana okay with that?"

After a longer than normal silence, Ed finally replied, "Dana agrees. I think she's going to enjoy the attention after she beats your wife in all three phases."

"Is that so?" Cheryl said, "I guess Dana must not have told you about what happened in my office today."

"What are you talking about?" Ed replied while looking at his wife for any indication of what was being referred to. "She dropped off the camcorder tape, that's it."

"Of course Ed. That's all that happened. We didn't take our tops off and compare the length and thickness of our nipples. We didn't rub them together with hers retreating from my bigger, better tips. We didn't shove our tits together with mine pushing her smaller, softer bags back into her chest. And I certainly didn't take her bra and try it on only to find that it's not big enough to handle my girls. You're right Ed, all that happened was your second rate whore dropped off a video. See you Saturday."

Bruce and Cheryl hung up before Ed or Dana could say a word. With the sound of the phone line buzzing through the speakerphone, Ed stared at his wife trying to comprehend what he just heard. Was that why she was so quiet and reserved all night? Did that really happen today? Was she really outgunned by the other middle aged woman? He tried to make some headway with her regarding the call, the new stakes for the fight, and whether or not she wanted to go through with it at all, but got nowhere and soon gave up knowing that he would have to help her recover mentally if she was to have any chance on Saturday.

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Ed had scrambled in the ensuing days to try and pump his wife up for the fight, hoping that the confidence she had been displaying that first night would return. He countered her every fear with a comment or suggestion that logically made enough sense that she started believing him. When she said her nipples were smaller and ran away from Cheryl's he reminded her that they were having a contest to determine whose could take more punishment when pinched and having more to work out gave her a better chance to hurt the blonde. When she said her boobs were smaller and softer, he pointed out techniques she could use to even the playing field like swinging hers from the sides and using the extra momentum to do more damage. When she expressed concern about her pussy not being as tight after having two kids, he suggested she could spend the next few days practicing the Kegel exercises she had learned during those pregnancies to control her vaginal muscles in a way her opponent couldn't. Whatever she came up with, he tried to sound reasonable and plausible in finding ways to spin things in her favor.

By the time Saturday night rolled around, his auburn haired vixen was bouncing around the house wearing next to nothing with a glow emanating from her entire being. Shortly before 7 she disappeared upstairs into their bedroom and told Ed not to disturb her until Bruce and Cheryl arrived. After an eternity, Ed checked the clock to see that only 15 seconds had passed. He turned on the TV and stared blankly at the images as he tried to pass the time. Finally, at 6:47, he heard the doorbell. What he saw was a fairly handsome man, similar to himself, and a gorgeous woman with a nice tan, sandy blonde curls, and a body to die for. She almost giggled when he just stared at her without speaking, finally asking if they could come in. Ed snapped out of his reverie and invited the couple in and showed them to one of the kids bedrooms where Cheryl could change. She stepped into the room and told Bruce to wait for her with Ed.

Both men sat nervously, unable to believe this was really happening. With beers in hand, they tried to make small talk, but couldn't get past the awkwardness of being enemies by proxy due to the issue between their wives. Finally, right at 7, they no longer had to put on pretences as they heard a bedroom door open and shut quickly, followed by Cheryl appearing in the living room. The sandy blonde had on nothing but a thin, black satin robe tied loosely around her waist, and matching elbow length opera gloves for the first event of the evening. The outline of the blonde's nipples were clearly visible through material of the robe, her strong hips and thighs swaying invitingly. Her face showed a bit of nervousness, now that the time was at hand to go through with this intimate contest, and she breathed deeply just as a door was heard closing upstairs.

Dana slowly descended the stairs and turned into the living room. The auburn haired beauty was wearing a dark green robe, similar to her opponent's in style, that complemented her hair and alabaster skin perfectly. A pair of matching opera gloves completed her ensemble. With the same nervous anxiousness apparent on her face and in her demeanor as the blonde, she cast a quick look over towards Ed before taking her position in front of Cheryl, only a few feet separating the women.

Quickly turning to face the men, Dana stripped off the robe and tossed it to Ed on the couch, leaving her magnificent body fully nude. Ed saw the body that he loved, smooth, strong, and firmer than you would expect from a mother of two nearing 40. Her breasts were still full and firm, the cherry red nipples long and thick. Her stomach was mostly flat, arms looked strong, and her thighs and ass were a sight to behold. He noted that she was clean shaven for the fight, her clit was already starting to protrude, and her vaginal lips were already glistening in anticipation of the fight. Bruce's assessment was similar. He was surprised at how similar this woman was to his own wife, how truly beautiful she was, and at how flawless her skin was as she had none of the freckles common amongst redheads. She was, in a word, gorgeous.

Having allowed her opponent a moment to soak in the attention of the husband's, Cheryl then followed suit. Feeling confident that her body was better, but still seeking that validation from the men, she faced them both and removed her robe tossing it to Bruce. He saw the familiar sight of his stunning wife. Despite being in her late 30s, her tits were still impossibly high and firm, her dark chocolate nipples long and thick. Her stomach was solid, though not muscular, her arms looked strong, and her thighs and ass looked like the works of a master sculptor. Her clit was beginning to protrude, her clean shaven vaginal lips glistening with anticipation in the dim light. Ed's mouth was nearly agape. He looked this new woman over from head to toe. She was tan all around, hinting at a voyeuristic side at least while sunbathing, and seemed much like his wife. What he couldn't deny was what the women had established a few days earlier. Cheryl's nipples were longer and thicker. Her boobs were a little higher, a little fuller, and a little firmer. The sandy blonde's thighs looked a little stronger, her ass a little tighter, her clit a little bigger, and her vaginal lips a little thicker. He also noticed that she seemed slightly more defined overall. He felt like he was looking at a near mirror image of his wife, just slightly better everywhere. Cheryl's cockiness returned as she drank in the smile from Bruce and the near gawking from Ed. "Now that everything is out in the open, it looks like at least three of us know who the better woman is already." Turning her head slightly towards Dana she continued, "I'm going to give you one chance to avoid the pain tonight, but not the humiliation. Give up right now and I'll let you suck my nipples, get smothered under my tits, and eat my pussy without me whipping your skanky body into submission."

"Fuck you, whore."

"Good, I'm glad you're not going to give up that easy." Turning back to the husband's she said, "Bruce, honey, after I'm done with the bitch I'm going to fuck your brains out right here in her own house. Ed, I'll let you watch. That way, when you're feeling like you need some pussy, you can think of me and actually be turned on while fucking your second rate wife. I'm going to be the woman you always thought you had."

With that, the blonde, followed quickly by the redhead, dropped to their knees facing each other and waited for the instructions to start the nipple squeezing fight. Ed, having finally regained his senses, had each woman place her gloved fingers on the nipples of her counterpart and then said go. A grunt came from each woman, but much like their first fight there was no taunting or screaming, just two middle aged women determined to do in the prized possessions atop the breasts of the other combatant.

Being unsure if she could win the nipple fight, but wanting to do some damage before the titfight, Dana employed a strategy of using her nipple grips to shake and slam the tits of her opponent with the intent to soften them and reduce the difference in visible firmness. Cheryl, for her part, initially did something similar. As she thought to herself, "What do I have to do to get this bitch to quit?" she decided to try a strategy that she and Bruce had discussed. The sandy blonde banker adjusted her grip to that of the classic titty twister, and twisted each nipple outwards (left nipple clockwise and right nipple counterclockwise) bringing a wail from the redhead. Seeing this as her chance to get a quick win, Cheryl pressed forward to add pressure and then started pulling the tits up as high as she could stretch them, causing the redhead to have to rise up higher on her knees. Seeing her opponent gritting her teeth was all Cheryl needed to try and up the ante further. She began using the twisted nipples to pump Dana's breasts up and down, alternating sides in a rhythmic manner.

Dana began to softly whimper in rhythm with the pulls on her boobs, as tears began to slowly trickle out of the corners of her eyes. Ed sat quietly watching, not willing to cheer his wife on as his counterpart was not doing so either. As Dana's grip on the blonde's nipples began to weaken, Cheryl began a gently spoken verbal barrage. "That's right bitch, just take your hands off my nipples and put your mouth there and we'll be done. All you have to do is give up and admit my nipples are bigger and better than yours will ever be. I'm sure Ed will love it when you tell him how great my nipples taste. You can even make him jealous by telling him you've sucked better nipples than he ever will." With that Cheryl renewed the force she was putting into torturing the cherry nipples in her hands, bringing Dana to the point of openly sobbing. As the redhead's hands fully slipped off her own tan globes, Cheryl broke into a smile knowing that things were almost over.

With her head slumping down, Dana finally sobbed out her submission.

"What was that, I didn't hear you bitch," Cheryl taunted before releasing the redheads tortured knobs a few seconds later.

"I said I give."

"Why, Dana? Why do you give?"

"Because my weak, puny nipples aren't strong enough to take the punishment. Because your bigger, better nipples are tougher than mine will ever be."

"Hey Ed, whose nipples are better?"

With as little emotion as he could, Ed said, "Yours are Cheryl, you've beaten my wife's nipples this time."

"Every time Ed, if she's stupid enough to try again I'll beat her pathetic nipples every time." Turning her attention to Dana, the blonde simply put her arms behind her head, causing her magnificent breasts to lift, and looked expectantly at the redhead. Dana wasted no time, going at the nipple sucking humiliation with a fervor that surprised everyone in the room. She suckled the tips as if she were a starving infant, alternating between them with a comical popping sound and string of saliva accenting each switch. Satisfied with the attention that had already been lavished on her nipples, and not wanting to get too worked up before the pussy fight later, Cheryl pushed Dana's head away and said, "Enough. Now I'm going to squash your weak titties back into your chest just like I did to your nipples in my office."

Both women hesitated, waiting on their knees for the signal to start the second challenge of the night. Their breath was heavy, their heart rates increased, and each was covered in a sexy sheen of sweat. Delaying as long as he could, Ed finally spoke again, "Cheryl, since you won the first round you can place your hands on Dana's hips first, giving you inside position." The blonde did as she was told and Ed continued, "Dana, honey, now place your hands on Cheryl's hips. Now that you've both taken position, know that you're expected to keep your hands in contact with the other woman at all times. No hair pulling or other similar actions are permitted, just keeping close enough to titfight and bearhug if you wish. Please move your boobs closer until the fronts are touching." As the women did so, everyone in the room could notice the small, yet visible difference in give as Dana's tits were pushed back by the larger, firmer pair. "Begin."

Before he had finished saying it, Dana started trying to implement the strategy they had discussed in the previous days. She quickly pulled her chest back and down before swinging an uppercut into the bottoms of Cheryl's spectacular orbs. The blonde grunted as her boobs flew up in front of her face and before she had a chance to retaliate, the auburn haired mom twisted her shoulders to the left before firing a shot with her right tit into the side of the tanned right breast of her opponent. Dragging her tits through the blow, she got her torso fully to the other side before swiping back, her left breast knocking Cheryl's left into her right, drawing an audible oof from the blonde. The redhead quickly raised up and slammed her breasts down on top of the other pair and the followed with another uppercut. Cheryl finally tried to pull away, leaning back on her haunches a bit, and Dana took the opportunity to move forward on her knees and press her tits into her opponent while the blonde struggled to keep her balance.

Dana quickly realized that, while she had begun to gain ground on Cheryl's tits, that she was still not as firm as her foe and needed to continue working on the other chest before she could win head on. The mom quickly slid her hands up the sides of the blonde and locked them together behind Cheryl's upper back, and began smearing her tits into the blonde's and dragging them all over her chest. With the leverage advantage, and with the blonde still a bit stunned at the onslaught, Dana continued to make headway. She varied her attack, dragging up until Cheryl's tits stretched too far and flopped back down to her chest, putting her tits on top of the tan pair and shoving down trying to smoosh them down to the blonde's waist, pushing left or right to stretch the tendons and flesh of her opponent with the aim of loosening the flesh enough that she could shove her own chest straight forward and collapse the pair that dared challenge hers. One thought began to creep into her mind. She had been working over the other tits for a few minutes now, keeping a frantic pace, and she was starting to breath very heavily while it felt to her that she hadn't yet evened the playing field enough to have her boobs overwhelm and break down Cheryl's.

Sensing a slight hesitation in her opponent, Cheryl shoved forward quickly and gained back most of the ground she had lost. Getting back to nearly vertical, she mimicked her opponent's move and slid her own hands up from the redhead's hips and locked them behind her back. Easing into a tight hug, Cheryl felt her bigger, and still firmer boobs begin to take over the space between their chests. Allowing herself the hint of a smile through her grimace, and not wanting to give Dana a chance to go back on the offensive, the banker brought her lips to the ear of the redhead and began to whisper, "Do you feel that bitch? Do you feel my tits crushing yours? Do you feel them breaking your weak sacks down and turning them into putty? Do you feel Ed's lust for the better woman growing?" Cheryl began to rhythmically pump her shoulders, one at a time, causing them to piston into the pale orbs they were pummeling and bringing increasingly anguished squeals from Dana. As the redhead's grip around her back slackened a bit, Cheryl began to pull back enough to break breast contact briefly and slam forward into her opponent head on. Repeating this move brought grunts, then whimpers, and finally sobs from the busty redhead. Clamping down tightly, her tanned orbs completely controlling the space between them, Cheryl finally said, "Give up now before I do permanent damage."

"Oh God, I give! Please let go!"

"Why do you give, Dana?"

"Because your boobs destroyed mine. My weak, soft tits got wrecked by your superior set. I will never have a rack as great as yours."

"Hey Ed, I think you know the drill now."

"Your tits are better, Cheryl. They completely decimated my wife's inferior globes. You smashed them flat with your big, beautiful, perfect boobs." Ed could no longer hold back his excitement, even as his wife was being outclassed, a fact that was not lost on the other three people in the room.

With a killer smile on her face, Cheryl shoved Dana to the ground and straddled her waist, trapping her feet beneath her. "Get ready for five minutes of up close and personal time with the best tits you've ever seen." Cheryl lowered her slightly swollen chest down onto the face of the helpless mom, leaving just the eyes uncovered. No taunting was needed. Cheryl simply watched the panicked look and the struggle for consciousness in her opponent. Every time it seemed like Dana was out she would lift up for a moment, allowing the auburn haired mom a few gulps of air, before dropping her perfect tits back down into the smother. The blonde was beaming at this point, anxious for the five minutes to end so she could get to pussy fucking her foe and finishing the night riding Bruce like the champion she was.

At Ed's announcement of the end of the five minutes, Cheryl immediately scissored their legs, lined her clit up with Dana's, brought their pussies into contact, and awaited the word to start. Ed delayed it as long as he could, but he realized his wife's will was broken and she was quite groggy from the breast smother and no amount of time was going to help her on this night. He gave the word and the blonde began pumping with her strong, toned thighs and magnificent ass, driving her clit into the redheads weapon, battering it with ease and already drawing short breaths and moans out of Dana with just a few strokes.

Dana gamely tried to fight back, but at this point she was humiliated, exhausted, and turned on by the sandy blonde banker's domination of her body. Her previously unexplored voyeuristic side was being sated with the competition and the audience. Even as she tried to fuck the blonde back, her mind drifted towards the chance to taste the pussy she was fighting and she resigned herself to that fate. With tears streaming down her face, she didn't resist when the blonde leaned forward and pulled her in for a kiss. There, as well, she tried to keep up but found her tongue being outdueled by the other woman's. While the entire event had barely taken an hour, Dana knew she would sleep soundly from sheer exhaustion. She took solace in the feeling that she would be too beaten to feel the full weight of her humiliation until at least the morning. With that realization, she began making the familiar yipping sounds that Ed knew meant she was about to cum. A bone jarring orgasm rocked her body, the blonde riding her through it with their clits still pinned together, and finally Dana collapsed to her back in total defeat.

Cheryl quickly positioned the redhead so that her head was pointed towards the men and faced the men on her knees, just above the face of her vanquished foe. "Dana, what just happened?"

"Your pussy dominated mine. Your clit beat the cum out of mine. Your lips overwhelmed mine, You fucked me like a cheap whore."

"Ed, what happened here tonight?"

"You destroyed my beautiful, sexy wife. Your tits beat hers in every way and your pussy dominated hers. She's still the same stunning, busty woman I love, but your body is better in every way that matters. Congratulations."

With that, the blonde looked down at the other woman and asked, "Are you ready to eat the best pussy in the room?" Getting a quick nod was enough as Cheryl lowered down in a front face sit and allowed Dana access to the bounty between her thighs. The men had a perfect view of the tanned body of the victor, her tits still high, firm, and proud, her strong body glistening with a sheen of sweat, her meaty love box slightly obscured by the alabaster face, pink tongue, and auburn hair of the woman servicing her. "I hope you learned your lesson whore. The next time you get bitchy with a woman in public, just remember how weak you are and how easily I beat you. Your body is nothing compared to mine. I own you from head to toe and I'm betting I wouldn't be the only one. You're weak. You're just a pasty skank with saggy tits and a worn out twat. You don't belong in...Oh Fuck!"

The banker's taunts were cut short as Dana moved from simply licking and kissing her inner thighs and vaginal lips to closing her mouth completely around the winning clit and treating it like a small cock. Dana grabbed the sublime ass of the woman above her and buried her face in the alluringly scented pussy that was the object of her desire at the moment. She used her tongue and teeth to quickly drive Cheryl to the brink and then she felt the torrent of cum as it plastered her face.

A few short breaths followed the orgasm and Cheryl got unsteadily to her feet and wandered to the bathroom to towel off and freshen up before heading to the bedroom to change back into her clothes. As she came back out she signaled for Bruce to join her and, looking back at Dana still laying on the floor in defeat, she simply said, "Anytime you want to, feel free to come to the bank and service your better. This wasn't a fluke, but I hope you think it was. I would love to destroy your weak tits and pussy again." With that, the visiting couple walked out the door and a strange chapter of their lives appeared closed for each woman.

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Chapter 2 - A New Rival Rises

"Mom," Jacob shouted as he headed toward the garage before driving to school, "Remember Shannon is coming over for dinner tomorrow night. She's really looking forward to spending some time getting to know you. Daniel is staying at a friend's house still, right?"

"Yes, honey, he is," Dana responded. "Your father and I really like Shannon and we're looking forward to learning more about her."

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Dinner was going swimmingly. Ed and Dana were the perfect parental hosts, keeping their son and his girlfriend the proper balance of entertained and embarrassed despite both being 18 and nearly done with high school. Future plans were discussed, both college and beyond, with each kid really having a solid plan in place. The parents were practically glowing with pride at their son's maturity as well as that of his gorgeous brunette girlfriend with the perfect olive skin and body that could turn the head of every man (and most women) wherever she went.

"So, Mrs. Mullins, what's the craziest thing you've ever done?" Shannon asked with a sly grin.

"Oh, I don't know, probably skinny dipping when I was about your age. Maybe experimenting with a few substances in college. You know, typical teenage and college behavior. Once I got into my career and had my kids there wasn't much time for anything out of the ordinary."

"Really? That's interesting. I thought it would be when you got your boobs and pussy whipped by some blonde woman in your living room a couple of weeks ago."

Ed and Dana nearly choked on their food, mouths agape as they tried to comprehend what they just heard. Jacob cleared things up for them, "When I got home from school a few weeks ago I noticed mom running upstairs and saw that there was a couch pillow on the floor along with some buttons. I looked around to see if anything else was messed up and noticed the red light was on the camcorder. I rewound it and saw you and some woman grabbing each others boobs while you fought in the living room. It was kind of hot so I made a quick copy while you were upstairs. Shannon and I watched it twice that week and fucked to it each time."

Shannon said, "He could hear you yelling at her on speakerphone and setting up your fight, so when you shipped him off to his grandparents for the weekend, we knew there might be another tape. Jake ditched a class at school so he could come home early and see if there was something to find. Keeping it in the nightstand by your bed was a bad idea. We've watched our copy of that tape even more than the first one, and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I want to see how my body does against yours tonight."

The married couple were gobsmacked. Neither had been able to utter a word as their son, and his girlfriend, made it abundantly clear that they knew what had happened. To make matters worse, they both seemed turned on by it and wanted to have a similar experience. Before either could get beyond the awkwardness of the moment, they observed the brunette getting up from her seat. They had noticed that she was quite striking before, but now the couple drank in the details. The young woman was thin in the waist, but curvy in the hips and thighs and her chest was topped with twin cannons that appeared to be firm and ripe. The brunette hair framed a face with sparkling blue, almond shaped eyes, a cute nose, and full, pouty lips. She was a stunner, and her body looked like one that would fill out much like Dana's after childbirth.

The young woman walked around the table and stood beside Dana. Leaning over enough to flash some cleavage, Shannon said, "What do you say 'mom'? Are you afraid to have your son see you lose to the woman who is going to replace you with him? Are you scared that your weak old funbags are going to get beat up by my firm, young titties? Are you worried that your husband will see me and decide he wants to trade you in for a younger model? Did that blonde take your courage along with your dignity?" Seeing no response from the auburn haired mom, she turned her head to Jacob, "I told you she would be chickenshit. I guess we'll have to find someone else since your mommy won't put her saggy boobs and tired old pussy up against me."

"Go wait in the living room." It took a moment for three people at the table to register that the redhead had nearly growled the statement through gritted teeth. When the brunette just stood there for a moment, Dana said, "Now!"

******

Jacob and Shannon sat on the couch in the living room racked with anticipation. They could hear the older couple whispering in hushed tones in the kitchen but couldn't make out a single word being said. The agitation was obvious, leading the younger couple to think an argument was happening, but neither one was sure what the resolution would be. No sooner did they begin to relax, thinking it might be a while, before the parents walked into the living room.

Dana just glared as Ed did the talking. "Are you sure you want to do this?" The kids both nodded yes. "Shannon, Dana isn't going to take it easy on you, you understand that right? She, and I for that matter, is pretty pissed off that you ambushed her like this. When you lose you better not try to weasel out of the stakes. Since you've seen the video, are you okay with all three challenges?"

"Jacob and I talked about this, and I want one change," Shannon responded. "The nipple pulling thing didn't really prove whose were better, it just proved whose could take the most pain from pulling. I want to go nipple to nipple with her and the loser is the one who either has their nipples go flat or can't take the pain from the other woman's nipples. That's the only fair way to determine whose nipples are better."

"Is that it?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Dana is going to go upstairs and strip and then come back wearing her robe. You can go to Jacob's room and we'll give you a robe to wear as well. Meet back here in about 10 minutes and you'll find out if this is what you really wanted." With those final words from Ed, the women moved to their respective rooms to prepare.

******

The guys sat on the couch, father and son, trying to ignore the awkwardness of the moment. The son had already seen his mother in this state of undress and this type of contest, albeit only via videotape. The father was about to see his son's smoking hot girlfriend in all her glory. Together the looked on as Dana stood in just her dark green robe that complimented her hair and skin so perfectly. Facing her, no more than five feet away, was the brunette teen who her son had brought into the house, wearing nothing but a midnight blue robe that played off her eyes quite well.

"Ready to learn your place little girl?"

"Ready to get your body beaten again old hag?"

As she disrobed, Dana coldly stated, "I think you're doing this because you saw me on those videos and realized you can't stack up. Now that Jacob has seen what a real woman's body looks like, you're hoping that doing this will be enough because you're afraid he'll dump you for someone who can actually measure up to his dear old mother." Her alabaster skin was still flawless. Her D cup breasts had bounced back from their defeat and stood out high, firm, and proud, topped with her long, thick cherry red nipples. Her ass was still firm and shapely and her pussy was as sweet and inviting as ever. She had a good 20 years on her opponent, but her body was certainly a source of envy for nearly women of any age.

Shannon blatantly ogled the woman in front of her, from head to toe, before disrobing herself. "I did this because those videos turned both Jacob and I on and it's something I wanted to try. I figured the best way to do that was to pick an easy target so I can get the hang of it and notch my first win without taking any damage. I can learn a few tricks while I slap your floppy udders around that I'll be able to use when I fight someone who's body isn't already past its expiration date. It's just a bonus that Jacob will know he traded up when he chose me as the most important woman in his life." As the robe fell, the older couple both did nothing to hide their admiration. Shannon was at least an inch shorter than Dana, but her heavy C cup breasts were two perky cones with almost black nipples pointing so perfectly straight out that they appeared to be giving gravity the finger. Her olive skin was lightly muscled, everything seemingly packed in as tightly as possible. She turned to give everyone a look at her perfect ass, then spun back around and used one hand to spread her lips and show a formidably large, fully engorged clit.

******

"On your knees," Ed commanded both women. "Cup your boobs with your hands and remember that only nipples and areola are in play here. Begin."

Shannon, despite her bravado, was hesitant to actually start. Dana, on the other hand, was not. She saw that her nipples were clearly longer and thicker than the younger woman opposite her and was hoping she could do to her son's girlfriend what Cheryl had done to her. Dana couldn't suppress a Cheshire cat smile as she moved her tits forward and touched her nipples to the areolas of the brunette. The smile quickly dissipated as she noticed the younger girl seems aroused by the contact, instead of intimidated, and realised that the immediate retreat of her own nipples in the presence of a longer, thicker pair was not the reaction of her younger foe. A few swipes back and forth, and up and down, informed both combatants that they were going to be in for a long battle. As such, each entered into an initial battle of insults in hopes that they could gain a physical advantage by gaining a mental advantage.

"You're nipples are as fat and old as you are."

"I'd flatten your nipples, but I haven't found them yet."

"I'm going to pop the cherries on top and then squash the fat cakes beneath them."

"I'm still waiting for your puny little girl nips to get erect enough that I have something to beat."

Father and son sat speechless and uncomfortable. Neither had any idea how to even acknowledge that the other was in the room, much less how to hide the stimulation they were feeling as the battle unfolded in front of them. Each man was in awe of the battling women as the nipple duel intensified. One thing was sure, despite not being able to confirm it with the other they both recognized the unmistakable sounds of arousal underlying the increasingly frequent sounds of pain from their respective combatant. Both wished the other would disappear so they could relieve their pressure to the sight of four fantastic nipples fighting it out.

"Give it up little girl. I'm going to permanently rub your nipples off your little boobs if you don't stop now."

"Shut up old hag, your fat nips are getting pushed all over your floppy tits by my firmer, better pair."

In reality, the fighters knew that they were engaged in a back and forth battle that they no longer had any confidence of winning. One moment the smaller, but exceptionally firm black nipples of the teen would pin the voluptuous red spears of her older opposition straight up to the sky. The tables would then turn and the fuller, denser nubs of the MILF would trap the perky points of the teen, leaving them aimed directly at the floor.

The eternity that seemed to be passing slowly was only 15 minutes in reality. Both racks were showing the discoloration that only the constant contact and irritation could cause, when the two women lined their nipples up and pushed into one another head on for what felt link the millionth time of the night. The preceding versions of this confrontation had resulted in the evenly matched nipples bouncing off one another and no ground being gained. This time was different as one pair gave way, being pushed directly back into the tremendous globes upon which they sat. The impending loser let out a guttural groan followed by a mouse like squeal, but refused to surrender at first. Only when the victor began a verbal barrage unlike any other up to that point in the fight, did acknowledgement of the loss come.

"What just happened, little girl?"

"Nothing bitch, nothing happened."

"Are you sure? It feels like my amazing nipples are shoving your puny nubs back into your tiny little girl boobs."

"You're not doing shit you old hag, my nipples have plenty of fight left in them."

"Give up now before I permanently flatten those second rate tips."

With her resolve broken, Shannon had no recourse other than to admit defeat. Without a word from Dana, the younger woman dove mouth first at the winning titty toppers and swirled her tongue on them the way she would the head of a dick to get some precum started before giving one of her life altering blowjobs. Jacob couldn't believe how eager his girlfriend seemed and wondered if she was using this event to get out some repressed interest in women. Ed, on the other hand, saw the effect the younger woman was having on his wife and wondered if she would come solely from the attention her tits were receiving. Dana also realized the feelings the younger woman was stirring up inside of her, and pushed the brunette away signaling the end of the stakes for losing the first battle.

******

A few minutes rest was all either woman needed. The insults began anew, with Dana buoyed by finally winning one of these contests in front of Ed and Shannon confident that her firmer globes would overcome the size disadvantage and humble the woman who had just beaten her nipples.

Dana placed her hands on the hips of the teen, gaining the inside position, with Shannon following suit. Both women understood this to be the same as the fight Dana had with Cheryl. Stay close and do whatever you can with only your tits to win the fight. As Ed gave them the word to go Dana, confident from her win and experienced from her previous fight, began in earnest. She slammed forward into the smaller, yet firmer globes without hesitation. What she didn't expect was the brick wall that Shannon's tits felt like against hers. Cheryl had been firmer, but this was a level of firmness that the auburn haired mom wasn't sure she had ever had, much less encountered.

Shannon yelped a bit from the large nipples spearing her, but pounced when she noticed the shock on the older woman's face as she hesitated after first the first blow. Shannon quickly slid her arms up around the upper torso of her foe and locked her hands together between the shoulder blades of the redhead. Securing the position, she lined her C cups up with the bottom of the pale pair in front of them and shoved in slowly. Dana wailed immediately, her breast tissue being easily and painfully displaced by the impossibly firm olive skinned marvels of her son's girlfriend.

"Do you feel that Dana? Do you feel my tits destroying yours already? It hasn't even been a minute yet and I'm already shoving your pathetic fat bags all over your chest. No wonder Cheryl beat your tits, you're nothing. You might as well lay down and let me smother you now before I ruin your overstuffed sacks."

Dana said nothing but redoubled her efforts. She tried everything she could think of with no success. It was apparent to everyone in the room that as evenly matched as the nipple fight had been, that was how much of a mismatch the titfight was. Dana's seemingly great teats were getting dominated for a second time. Cheryl had outgunned her, and beaten her mentally as much as physically, but this was the purest of physical dominations. Her tits were on fire and clearly beginning to break down from the intrusion of the superb young orbs that threatened to bore right into her soul. Dana sobbed openly, the tits she had been so proud of were being throttled a second time. Her husband was seeing the rack he had lavished so much attention on get obliterated in front of him again. Desperate to end the suffering she was experiencing, the older woman groaned out her submission in less than five minutes.

Laying back, waiting for the inevitable, Dana was not surprised when the firm globes of her better descended upon her face. An unintended bonus was the firmness and lesser size of the opposing tits allowed the smother to be less effective. While enduring the taunts of the brunette, Dana was not losing consciousness and was indeed breathing fairly well for the circumstances. Jacob saw his well toned girlfriend's muscles draw taut, from head to toe, as she was adjusting her position and wondered what could have caused that reaction. From his angle he couldn't see that his mother had decided to see if she could gain an advantage for the final contest and get his girlfriend overheated before the sexfight. As Shannon adjusted her position, looking to secure a more effective smother, Dana quickly slipped her tongue out and licked the valley between the firm boulders of the teen. Seeing the body of her tormenter tense, the auburn haired mother doubled down on her strategy and engulfed the nipple and areola of one of the magnificent teats. Still unable to see what was happening, Jacob could not mistake the moans of arousal coming from Shannon, and was awestruck when he saw his mother's right hand first cup one of the perfectly sculpted buns of his girlfriend and then use a finger to invade her asshole.

******

Despite the accusations of cheating from the younger couple, the women quickly scissored and began grinding away. Dana, despite working the younger girl into a tizzy, couldn't keep up with the pace that the supremely fit teen was assaulting her pussy with. She felt like she still had the lead, as much as that could happen in a contest of this sort, but she knew that only her best effort would result in a victory.

"I'm going to enjoy having you as my personal bitch. I can't wait for the next time Jacob brings you over after I'm done with you tonight. We'll all know who the real woman of the house is. I hope you've got a good memory, you'll be using it every time you come over to tell me why I'm better than you."

"In your dreams you washed up hag. Your fat nipples barely beat mine, my tits destroyed yours, and you had to cheat just to have a chance against my pussy. I'm going to humiliate you tonight and whenever I'm here from now on I'll be the one who is running things. This is my house now and there's nothing your saggy tits or worn out pussy can do about it."

Youth versus experience, mother versus girlfriend, family versus friend were all playing out in one epic confrontation. Shannon began slowing from her initial frantic pace while Dana tried desperately to pace herself well enough to endure the barrage without losing the ground she had gained before the fuckfight had begun in earnest. Once again both men were regaled with the sounds they recognized as the clarion call of a climax from their partner. Once again neither man, and neither woman for that matter, could claim to know the victor before it was truly determined. Once again, just like the nipple fight, youth put up a fantastic battle but lost to experience in the end.

Shannon cried into the pussy she was eating, angered at losing yet turned on beyond anything she had felt before. Jacob sheepishly watched as his girlfriend was bested by his mother. Ed unashamedly watched his wife enjoy the spoils of a win against a woman two decades younger with a body to die for. He couldn't stop himself from imagining that it was Cheryl that was submitting to his wife's superior body but he knew that was just fantasy. He would never tell Dana that Cheryl was his fantasy now. The one he thought of even as Dana had her greatest success. On this evening, he would allow his wife to be on that pedestal, but he knew it was a place she would never truly hold again.

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Chapter 3 - The Rivalry Intensifies


Ed knew he shouldn't be doing it, but he was here in the bank again. Cheryl had closed the blinds to her office and he was under her desk as she worked, vigorously eating the pussy that dominated his wife's. Cheryl knew she shouldn't have ever entertained the idea either. Bruce had been even more attentive to her since she dominated the redhead, and their sex was better than ever, but nobody had shown the pure desire for her that Ed had since she soundly beat his wife in front of him. He had confessed to her that he never had sex with Dana anymore without thinking about the fight, and that it got him hotter every time. He had wandered into the bank for the first time more than a month after the fight. He even confided to Cheryl that his wife had been in another fight and won, but only just barely against his son's 18-year-old girlfriend.

Cheryl had gone so far as to grant Ed's request to cockfight Bruce for the right to fuck her. While Bruce was definitely bigger than Ed, the husband of her vanquished rival battered Bruce's cock and balls in no time and had the bigger man coming all over himself with ease. They literally fucked on the floor in front of her husband with Dana none the wiser. Cheryl let Bruce know that their marriage wasn't in any trouble, and if he could beat Ed in a cockfight that she would kick him to the curb, but if he decided to tell Dana then Cheryl and Ed would dump their spouses and the two winners would live happily ever after. Bruce seethed, but after getting thoroughly trounced by the smaller cocked man he didn't have the confidence to try anything on that front. And so it began. Ed would come up with the occasional excuse at home to leave Dana for a bit and fuck the blonde who was better than his wildest dreams. He also found ways to get out of work, once every week or so, and gobble up the sweetest pussy he had ever tasted while occasionally having the cum summoned out of him by the superb mouth of the curly blonde banker.

As the little arrangement continued, Ed was amazed that Dana seemed to suspect nothing. Even more surprising was the interest that Cheryl was showing in Shannon, his son's girlfriend whose boobs had beaten Dana's even though her nipples lost to the redheaded mom and her pussy as well. Cheryl started mentioning ways to get Shannon into another fight for Ed to see somehow without getting caught. She had a blonde haired niece named Katie whose body was similar to her own, just with slightly smaller tits that sounded like a good match for Shannon's. She was pretty sure the wild child of the family would go for it as she seemed up for just about any kind of experimentation if the college stories she told her aunt were true. Ed recommended trying to find a way to film it, much like he and Dana had done for the fights at their house, maybe offering the winner a copy while Cheryl would keep one for herself.

Through all of this, neither Cheryl nor Ed was aware that Bruce was hatching a scheme of his own. He loved his wife, and the sex with her after the fight was better than it had ever been, but he hated the idea of Ed being involved and was trying to find a way to end that. He had quizzed his champion wife several times trying to find a way, other than a rematch with Ed, to remove the other man from the equation. He and Cheryl had discussed maybe looking for another opponent for her, and his interest was piqued as he heard of Dana's second fight, but he couldn't figure out how to broach the subject with women whom he thought had a legitimate chance to beat his wife. He did finally get Cheryl to concede to the idea that if he found an opponent who could beat her, then she would cut Ed off. She had two caveats. One, she could veto any potential opponent before a fight but once it started she had to continue. Two, she wanted added stakes at the end where the winner would get 30 minutes to sexually dominate the loser with whatever sex toys she wanted.

******

Bruce thought it would be more difficult than it was. He was out at a company lunch with the guys from his office, and Hooters supplied the answer to the question of whether or not he would find a woman to fight his wife with her boobs and cunt. A stacked brunette, clearly older than the perky 25 year old "actresses" and "models" that had tucked their tails and come home to a life of mediocrity after failing in one of the bigger cities, had tits nearly as big as Cheryl's and they appeared to be real. He really perked up when he saw her browbeating some younger brunette, and he swore he saw her punctuate her point with a chest bump that sent the teenager scurrying out the door.

It took some asking around, trying to be discreet without arousing suspicion of his motives or punishment for the waitress, but he was finally able to get some info. Her name was Erin. She was single mom in her late 30s. The younger woman she boob bullied was her 18-year-old daughter. Erin obviously had her very young and had focused her time and effort on making enough money to raise her daughter in an area where her future wouldn't be limited. She didn't like her daughter's boyfriend, especially how serious they seemed to be, probably out of fear that she would make the same mistake Erin did and be forced to abandon her dreams. Also, Erin still had a bit of a wild side. She hadn't been in a serious relationship for years, but apparently she was experimental and open to many things. Lastly, and this is what Bruce was really hoping for, there were rumors of her having physical confrontations with coworkers and customers a few times.

Over the next few weeks Bruce found more and more reasons to show up at the boob themed restaurant, carefully navigating his way into having Erin as his waitress nearly every time. He started working on forging something akin to a friendship, finding that he really liked what he knew of the woman, in hopes of making things comfortable enough to ask the one question he really wanted an answer for. The problem was, how do you ask a woman you've just recently met to titfight and sexfight your wife and beat her so that another man will stop fucking her? There's no damned guide for that and one day Bruce grabbed a small table by himself and decided to just go for it.

"Erin, I've got something I have to ask you."

"Sure thing hon."

"The first time I saw you here, I noticed that you use those (he looked right at her tits before returning to her face) to boob bump someone and make her leave."

"You saw that, huh. Is that why you've been asking to be seated at my table?"

Seeing her skepticism, Bruce still forged forward. "Yes, but there's a bit more to it." He spent the next 30 minutes adding more and more to the story as she made the rounds for her tables but always worked back to the hunk who was telling her one of the hottest stories she had ever heard. "So, there you have it. I'm in a tough spot and I need to find a woman with the attitude and equipment to beat my wife so I can have her all to myself again. What do you think?"

******

Ed put his head down, hoping not to be recognized. The moment the brunette walked in, he felt like he had seen her before. After she started talking he realized that he had met her, though only once or twice for a few fleeting moments. Her name was Erin, she was amazingly well built, and her daughter was dating his son. Thankfully she seemed so thrown off by everything that was going on, especially the contest she was about to have with a stranger on behalf of the other woman's own husband, that she didn't register the fact that she might know the other man in ther room.

Erin had been convinced by Bruce, over a few more conversations and a video of the second fight between his wife and that redheaded bitch Dana who thought her son was too good for Erin's daughter Shannon, to go ahead and participate in a nearly identical battle solely to help him get the other man out of his life. The only change, which was apparently suggested by the other man, was going nipple to nipple instead of pulling on them. She wouldn't let on, much less actually say, that she was harboring a bit of hope about winning him from his bitch wife after besting her body.

"Bruce is off limits bitch. Just because you tricked one man into fucking you that doesn't mean you're going to get his pestle pounding your mortar while I'm still around." It was almost as if Cheryl could read her thoughts. The dirty blonde's curly hair was done up perfectly, as was her makeup, but her face held a derisive sneer on it as she stared at her new foe. She saw a woman near her age, dark hair and dark skin, wearing a Hooters waitress outfit with clearly no underwear on. The new woman's tits looked to be nearly as big as her own, her ass looked like it might be better, and her labia were practically fighting their way out of their short orange prison.

"Don't worry blondie, I'm not the one who has to do this just to keep my man interested. What he does after my body beats yours is his business."

"I'm not doing this to keep him interested you ignorant slut. I'm doing this because he wants to have me all to himself again and I have another man who wants me because my body beat his wife's big tits and meaty cunt easily. Adding your body to the list will be fun."

******

One last check on the camcorder showed that it was ready and the night's events were ready to begin.

Erin and Cheryl knelt in front of each other, waiting for the word to start the battle. As it came they both leaned in and covered the few inches between their juicy tits, allowing their large engorged nipples to greet one another. Cheryl again found herself more endowed than her opponent, both her nipples and her breasts were bigger, but the confidence she derived from Dana's nipples shrinking away from battle was not felt this time as Erin's slightly smaller pinkish red nipples seemingly rose to the occasion.

Erin's nipples slashed and cut well, bending the bigger, thicker pair over to the side before releasing them to bounce back, a rewarding grunt being heard each time. Cheryl's nipples worked on the base of their opposition, causing the skin to pucker and redden at the contact, occasionally hitting them head on and forcing the smaller nipples to give way as the blonde's big dark nipples forced their way down the shaft of the lighter colored ones and drew verbal admissions of pain. The first few maneuvers from each woman were aggressive, seeking to end things quickly, but reality set in fairly soon with each combatant realizing their plight would not be an easy one.

The room was eerily quiet except for the sounds of the two gorgeous fighters. Ed was still trying to remain anonymous, unwilling to give the brunette the slightest clue about who he might be. Bruce wanted the brunette to win, but only for the purposes of getting rid of Ed, and could not bring himself to verbalize his desire into cheering against his wife. Neither woman noticed, as they grunted and moaned their way to an increasingly intense battle, giving the room an aura that would likely baffle anyone unfamiliar with the circumstances that led to it.

Erin was the MILF of your dreams. Cheryl could easily be a cougar if she wasn't married. Both buxom women continued their onslaught of the other's superlative tit toppers, hoping that they were right in thinking they were wearing the other nubs down. After what seemed like forever, the end came rather abruptly. One pair of nipples took a direct hit at their base, pointing straight up as the other pair ground into them. The massive rack they sat on heaved as they began to quickly soften and shrink, the constant stimulation proving to finally be too much. Their disappearing act was accompanied by a squeal as their counterparts refused to release them from their painful predicament. Before they were completely gone, the losing woman spared her nipples a visible total domination. For the first time Cheryl had proof that part of her fabulous body wasn't as good as someone else's and she sheepishly suckled Erin's better nipples.

******

The ambiance remained odd, stilted, and awkward for everyone in the room. Even after a winner was determined for the first part of the proceedings, there was still little interaction other than the voice announcing the winner and the sound of the better nipples being sucked. Both men were comfortable enough to whip their cocks out and show them some attention as they strained in response to the spectacle in front of them. The women were still on their knees, inches apart, one with a smile and the other with a scowl as they waited for the word to go at it again. Erin wondered if having her arms on the inside would be an advantage, Cheryl wondered if having hers on the outside would be a detriment.

Tits mushroomed out, the blonde's extra size making up for a slight lack in firmness. Again, this wasn't going to be the complete crushing of another woman the way she dominated Dana. Cheryl already was battling the creeping doubt in her mind that she wasn't that great and that beating the weak redhead had artificially boosted her ego. The waitress had worn her nipples down and now her smaller, firmer tits felt like they were piercing the banker's 38D bombers. Cheryl wasn't sure what to do, at first, but she felt relief at the fact that the brunette didn't either.

Ultimately the more experienced woman used her slight edge in familiarity with the situation to start trying things to break the stalemate and giver her tits the best chance she could to win. She borrowed a move directly from her first opponent and dropped down slightly to slam an uppercut into the brunette's orbs. Erin wailed at the impact and seemed to freeze in place while Cheryl went to work titboxing the waitress' rock hard rack from every angle. Uppercuts, slams from the side, head on breast butts, and drops from above to make Erin carry the weight of both sets of tits were used with little time between each blow.

Erin was tough physically and emotionally. As a single mom she had to be. As a busty woman working in a restaurant that flaunted her tremendous globes she had to be. As a combatant in this intimate contest she had to be. What she wasn't was an experienced titfighter who had partaken in the kind of combat that she was currently embroiled in that required her to fight through immense pain in one of her most intimate areas and use the aching tits to fight back. She started trying to meet the aggressor with similar blows, but the pain was clouding her judgement and slowing her reactions. Additionally, her remarkably firm tits were flying all over the place and they both felt and looked softer to her in the precious few seconds when they settled back onto her chest before her opponent struck again.

What would have been an epic confrontation in a different setting or with more equal prior experience was instead a slaughter. Cheryl pummeled Erin's tits ferociously, not letting up for a moment. The men, and the women, expected a long, protracted battle where four great tits battled each other for supremacy with one pair barely outlasting the other. What they got was the blonde assaulting her rival's chest nearly from the get go, the single mom's battle orbs turning into sloppy, floppy hangers in barely five minutes.

"Look at them cunt. Look at your weak, pathetic, floppy whore tits. Look at what I'm doing to the sacks of goo you're so fucking proud of. Look at the only thing about your pathetic body that gets you any attention. Look at the pitiful bitch tits that pay your rent. Look at the only thing about you that any man would ever find desirable. Look at them getting beaten to nothing by the tits of a real woman. Give up now before I permanently deflate them."

Erin had never felt the kind of physical and emotional domination she was currently experiencing. She broke into tears as the blonde bitch verbally destroyed her spirit while her tits did the same to the MILF's formerly magnificent tits. "Oh fuck, I give!" She screamed it so loud that both men jumped a bit as they were shaken out of their revelry of the events unfolding before them.

Cheryl pushed the loser over and dropped her tremendous rack on top of the face of the beaten brunette. "How you doing down there bitch? How's it feel to meet a real woman with really great tits? How are you going to feel when my pussy eats yours alive whore? I bet Bruce won't ever walk back into that skank restaurant again after I'm done showing him what a second rate slut you are. In fact, I don't want you to have any excuses about the pussy fight so I'm going to let you up early cunt." With that Cheryl released her titsmother of the other woman after barely 90 seconds and quickly sat back and spread her legs, exposing her lightly glistening pussy.

******

Erin recovered fairly quickly and mirrored the other woman. Everyone could see the irritation and concentration of her face as it contrasted the smugness and anticipation her opponent. Cheryl was beaming, her nipples fully erect again from the excitement of destroying two great tits, occasionally licking her lips as she waited for the final phase of the battle. With a single word the women enjoined the final part of their fight.

Two already aroused pussies immediately began slurping each other, vaginal lips sampling the delicacy between another woman's legs. Arousal came quickly to both women, leading the men to think the battle would be another quick one and leading each woman to think that all she had to do was hold out for a few moments before her foe began gushing. All four were wrong.

Two sexual camels fucked each other like lovers. Pounding each other with wild abandon at times, slowly and sensually rubbing clits together at others. Erin's confidence returned every time it looked like Cheryl was about to lose control, only to ferret away again whenever the blonde professional began to overwhelm her. Cheryl, sure that she was going to dominate this woman after smashing her hard boobs flat in no time, was trying not to let the circumstances dictate her emotions. The wife tried to ride the ebb and flow of her feelings the same way she was riding the waitress MILF. The single mom tried to treat the offending labia and clit like an asshole customer who she just had to endure until they were gone.

"Fucking white trash whore. Your sloppy tits and worn out pussy will never get you another tip at the whorehouse restaurant again!"

"Cheating bitch. Your husband and your man bitch are going to see you for the miserable cunt you are after I fuck your gaping whore hole off!"

"Wannabe man stealing cocktease. I'm going to fuck you so hard your little girl is going to cum when she hears about it."

"Fucking bimbo skank. I'm more woman than your saggy old ass will ever be. Both men in this room are going to think of me fucking you out every time they see you after this."

The inside of all four thighs were slick with sweat and leaked arousal. Two stunning mature women fucked like animals with a sheen of sweat covering their perfect bodies. Two men, a husband and a fuck toy, watched in awe as the most epic erotic battle they could ever have conceived of unfolded before them. Both women were making the kinds of sounds that precede a wave of orgasmic pleasure. Both men were barely holding their own loads in as they watched, unsure of who would win. Both women had eschewed trash talk as they clearly focused on controlling their own urges at least as much as they tried to send the other one to defeat.

Finally, the dam broke and one woman gurgled out the most intense orgasm of her life before lying back and covering her face in shame with her hands as her whole body shook with the fitful tears she was crying. The winner laid on her own back, stunned that it had been so close and realizing her need to regain her composure before receiving the prize of the other woman's face between her legs as she was eaten out to her own orgasm. Feeling composed enough to enjoy a few minutes of cunnilingus, the winner grabbed the loser by her hair and pulled her face into the awaiting victorious pussy. The loser licked, kissed, sucked, and nibbled the winner for barely two minutes before bringing her to an earth shattering orgasm.

The winner then rolled the loser over onto her stomach, pulled her hips up into the air, and told her to wait for her punishment. Disappearing for just a moment the winner returned with a large black dildo strapped on and ready to work over the loser. She turned to the men and told them they weren't allowed to cum until she said so. Getting behind her victim, the victorious woman slowly, sensuously worked the head of the fake cock into the asshole of the loser, grinning at the gasp and grunt from the grimacing lips of the other woman. She then pulled back and rammed the tool into the defeated pussy, hammering away with her hips as the loser went from pain to arousal in seconds. Adding to the sensation, the winner slowly worked over her victim, using as much of the 30 minutes as she could, before reaching down to the hanging udders and pinching the other woman's nipples as she finally got her off with the plastic member.

Pulling out, she rolled the loser onto her back again and motioned for the guys to join her with their still rigid cocks at full attention. She looked at both of them, her adoring husband and her equally enthralled fuck buddy, and jacked them off onto the single mom's tear streaked face. Both men unloaded and ungodly amount of thick white goo onto the brunette's face, being more aroused than they knew was possible even after having seen similar contests before.

"There you go bitch. You got lucky with your nipples, but now we all know why you're just so low class whore shaking your sorry tits for money and hoping a man will pity you enough to fuck your weak little pussy. Bruce told me who your bitch daughter is, and if you're stupid enough to think things would turn out differently if we fought again then I think we should up the ante and my niece and I should fuck both of your pathetic bodies up anytime you want. You know, It's too bad he didn't tell you about my first victim beating your little girl just like I beat you." Smiling at the realization on Erin's face, Cheryl left her lying there as she went to wash up and enjoy her victory some more.

Bruce tried to explain why he hadn't brought that fight up. He initially balked at the idea that there was a tape of it before scurrying out of the room to grab a copy and give it to the MILF. Ed's worst nightmare came true as Erin suddenly realized who he was, leading the man to beg her not to tell his wife about this part of things and offering anything she wanted in return for keeping that secret.

"I just want one thing. When I'm healed up from tonight I'm going to give you a call and you're going to arrange for me and your slut wife to fight it out without tipping her off to it. I'm going to fuck her tits up and fuck her pussy off, then I'm going to rail on her ass with a dildo the size of her head. You got that?"

Ed simply nodded in agreement, afraid to even try to negotiate a different deal. He got into his car and headed home, hoping to fuck his wife if he could get hard again. He trusted that the brunette would keep her word as long as he kept his, and he was still horny as hell from the spectacle he had just witnessed. What he didn't count on was Bruce still doing what he could to get his life back in order and his wife back to himself.

******

Dana picked up the phone and heard Bruce's voice on the other end, "I think we need to talk."

[Cassie21]

Love this story, just starting it, but it?s really good so far, I do wish though that there was the first fight they had, but this is awesome too, thanks for posting this

[WriteThisWay]

Love this story, just starting it, but it?s really good so far, I do wish though that there was the first fight they had, but this is awesome too, thanks for posting this

Looks like the Hostboard default link text blends in with the rest. I've gone back and bolded the text and changed it to red for the link to the original story.

[Killian]

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[Canary-]

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