?****... you... bitch..."? hissed Olga, blinking in fast pace.
?Yeaaaaah, hun, that?s it! You got her!"? shouted Ion, readily ensued by all of us.
Breathing heavily, Olga twisted beneath Mira, getting on her belly, but this only enabled my aunt to reinforce the neck lock while also insuring her position atop. The elder woman gave a strange gurgle, as if choking on a big piece of meat and, gathering her strength, she bucked her ***, getting on wide parted knees. However, my aunt plunged her hand in Olga?s hair, leaning on her head with all her weight and crushing her face against the floor. She began to forcefully punch her in the kidneys, eliciting loud moans. Olga leaped forth, but strong Mira, encouraged by all of us, went on punching her foe in the kidneys, harder and harder, forcing the big redhead to lean on her right flank in the futile attempt to evade the blows.
?Oh... oh... oh..."?
Her grunts were more and more desperate as auntie, mounted over Olga, alternated now the punches to the breasts and to the spine, between the shoulder blades, shaking the elder woman from head to toe.
?Get her, now, sis?! Get her! You?re winning, you?re winning!"? shouted Lena when my strong aunt began to alternate rights and lefts to the face and to the back of the head.
?Fight back, Olga, what the heck?"? ? shouted her man as blood began to pour in waves off the redhead?s nose and mouth. Desperate, the heavier woman started to throw punches at my aunt, in reverse, catching her off guard by this sudden surge. Rurak?s servants came back to life, urging the big redhead to fight back and, for awhile, both women went on hitting each other, careless to protect themselves. Olga?s other breast popped off, making us cheer auntie but, suddenly, the redhead twisted beneath my aunt, getting on her back.
?She?s yours now, hun, she?s yours!"? shouted Ion like mad. ?Finish her now, finish her once and for all!"?
My strong aunt took advantage of her foe?s maneuver and placed her shins on Olga?s arms, *** dropping on her chest. Snarling, she joined fists above her head and, in the very moment in which we shouted at Mira to finish the elder woman, big Olga bucked forcefully, throwing my aunt off balance. Snarling, strong Mira readily got back on the redhead?s chest, flattening her voluminous breasts and choking her with the left hand. She squeezed her mightily, making Olga gurgle. Mira was ready to hammer butt the redhead in the face when the latter bucked again. My strong aunt leaned backwards, in reflex, as if she was a rider taming a wild bronco but then, big Olga seized the opportunity and she brought both knees up, slamming them with all might in Mira?s back.
?Yeaaaaaahhhh!"? yelled Rurak?s servants when seeing my aunt open wide her eyes and reaching back with both palms. Clutching her teeth, she arched herself, her voluminous breasts poking through the blouse.
?Punch her, babe! Punch her!"? shouted Ion in desperation, but it?s the elder woman who hit first, by launching a powerful roundhouse punch to my aunt?s breasts, flinging them sideways.
Mira gave a sharp scream and, for a brief second, it seemed that she wanted to get off big Olga. She placed her left foot on the floor and she awkwardly pulled herself up on the right knee, palms still pressing in the small of her back.
I gulped. The whole kitchen was silent by then. My aunt?s traits were heavily distorted by that mask of deep pain while a wild snarl flourished on Olga?s face when realizing that strong Mira wasn?t able to get off her as fast as she intended. The redhead clutched her fists, ready to hit, and my aunt brought her hands in front of her in a protective stance but then, Olga?s knees sprung once again, fully getting strong Mira in her spine.
?Aaaahhh..."?
The powerful blow elicited a dry crack and my aunt got to her knees, back fully arched and groin widely exposed above Olga?s heaving chest.
What ensued next took everyone by surprise: the bigger woman grabbed my aunt?s massive butt cheeks with both hands, steadying her *** before plunging her mouth in Mira?s exposed groin.
?Aaaaaaah!"?
Caught off guard, strong Mira threw her head backwards, opening her mouth wide ? she froze on parted knees for some brief moments before she began to quake violently from head to toe.
?****... youuuuuu!"? she suddenly screamed and it?s only then that Olga?s sustainers began to cheer their superintendent who was chewing her way in my aunt?s groin.
Mira yelled from the bottom of her lungs and she leaped forth. Stumbling, she fell over a chair. The pain in her groin was such that she remained still, hissing and still arching her head backwards.
?Get up! Faster, faster, she?s after you!"? shouted Ion.
Strong Mira grabbed the chair by the brims, desperately attempting to hoist herself up, but the big redhead was already behind her, crawling on knees. Olga sunk her hands in my aunt?s hair and, before the latter could do anything, she delivered a most powerful head butt, getting Mira in the back of the head.
?Yeaaaaaah!"? - yelled Olga?s man from the bottom of the lungs as my aunt?s elbows broke ? the next moment she crumpled over the chair, eyes rolling aimlessly in her orbits.
?She?s yours! Do her, now! Do her!"? shouted Olga?s man again and again while Rurak?s servants cheered their superintendent.
Gathering her strength, strong Mira tried to get up, but the elder woman grabbed her by the hips from behind before powerfully ramming her knee between my aunt?s massive butts, spreading them apart for a brief moment and hitting Mira at the bottom of the spine. My aunt erected her muscular legs and trunk, jerking forth and remaining over the chair like cardboard.
?Mira!"? yelled Lena when my aunt began to quake, but her scream was readily covered by Rurak?s servants? cheers. Soon, Mira?s knees fell on the floor and her muscular trunk folded over the chair. Once again, her eyes got that strange gaze, as if seeking for help, but big Olga didn?t allow her to gather herself: kneeling behind my strong aunt, she got her in a double Nelson, flattening her chest over the chair and pressing her head downwards in the hoorays of her sustainers.
My strong aunt strained for all she was worth. She began to buck her massive *** and she impinged on her feet, but all she could do was to push forth the chair while the bigger woman hung on to the Nelson and stuck close to her back. Soon, not a word was heard anymore, as we all approached them. My strong aunt was breathing faster and faster, still pushing on her parted feet, seeking to get closer to the table. Leaning over Mira, the elder woman strained with all might, attempting to wear her out once and for all but, to everybody?s astonishment, my aunt still had fight in her.
?Gosh... she IS very strong..."? noticed Mr. Rurak.
?Cigarette?"? asked Mr. Vasilescu, smiling.