Mira by SEGA (Complete with formatting) by Seganor

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Mira by Sega (Complete with formatting) by Seganor






Years have passed by before I realized that what I felt for her was not pure love. Call it body praise if you want.

My parents were poor. Very poor. At the age of 11 they decided that I should go to gain my own money. Mr. Vasilescu was the richest man in the region and my mom?s cousin, Mira, worked for him as a superintendent: she took care of everything going on at his big property, at the country side. To cut it short, an ex-chambermaid herself, Mira was now the head of Mr. Vasilescu?s servants.

She baffled me from the moment I met her. As she and mom were hugging each other after years of separation, I simply could not take my eyes away from her: she was tall and strong, very tall and very strong, to say the truth. A curly, short haired brunette of 32, she still exhibited the traits of the peasant she used to be before being hired by Vasilescu: a rather narrow forehead, a slight crooked nose and a thick lipped mouth. However, as she stood dressed in her black uniform with white, laced, apron, mounted on high heels and wearing black stockings, she radiated a rather soldierly attitude ? she kept her broad shoulders aback, she sucked in her slight potbelly and she kept her extremely muscular legs straight, like a German officer in the WW II movies. And yes, she had that scar on the left part of her forehead.

After talking to mom, she tapped me on my head and she insured mom that she?d take good care of me.

And so she did. She was a woman of her word.

Realizing that I was good at taking care of the animals, she assigned me to the stables. Mr. Vasilescu had several race horses and the thing that struck me from the moment I began my work there, was that Mira?s attitude resembled that of the big mares: she was dignified and full of grit, strong and undisturbed, full of will and confident of herself. She was a very special woman who had learned how to behave haughtily with her subordinates, men and women alike. As a consequence, none ever dared to disobey her. One more thing: she was not soft with me ? she didn?t want anyone to say that her nephew enjoyed the least favoritism.

One evening, she called for me in her office. As usual, I hurried and I sneaked quietly into the room, wishing not to disturb her. She was not there. Moments later, however, I heard the gush of the water in the washtub. The door of the small bathroom was ajar and, hasty to comply with my aunt?s demands, I entered the bathroom.

To my astonishment, I found Mira barefoot, bent over the tub, humming and cleaning her black shoes. It was the first time ever I saw her in such a domestic, inattentive attitude ? her legs were widely spread apart and her black skirt was rolled up high over her muscular, thick thighs. Her massive ass seemed to burst out off her tight skirt, while her voluminous breasts coiled softly under her white shirt.

?Ah, there you are,? she suddenly noticed me. She smiled, realizing the effect she had upon me and she arranged herself. ?I checked up the water reservoirs near the pond,? she explained to me why her shoes were messy. ?The place is so muddy! One of these days, I?ll tell Mr. Vasilescu that we should build a concrete alley over there??

From then on, the images of my aunt began to haunt me before I got asleep. I used to sleep in a small dormitory right next to hers. The wall between our dormitories was rather thin and I could hear Mira when she went to bed. I could hear the cracks of her bed, I could hear her breathes and snoring, I could hear her when she went to the toilet, I could hear her wash herself, I could hear her shit, I could hear ? well, I developed a high capacity of imagining what my aunt was doing, based only on the sounds that came from her dormitory.

Now and then, I could hear some other voice in her dormitory and I readily recognized Ion?s voice, Mr. Vasilescu?s chauffeur. Although I was only 11 then, I knew what men and women were to do during the nights. Needless to say, I felt jealous about this but, on the other hand, the sounds they made excited me so much that I found myself waiting in eagerness for Ion to visit my aunt.

Mira was what the men called a screamer. However, her screams of abandon were hardly distinguishable from the man?s ? she used to let low toned screams that resembled the squeals of Mr. Vasilescu?s biggest reproductive boar. God, how those loud squeals hardened me! Since then, nothing ever hardened me that fast and that hard, I have to admit?

Mira?s sister, Lena, also worked for Mr. Vasilescu. She used to live in Iasi, where she took care of our master?s businesses. Every two or three weeks, she used to come at the countryside, giving Mr. Vasilescu some reports. When she came over, she used to have long chats with Mira. During those visits, I heard more than once what women talk when they think that no one hears them.

Lena?s biggest problem was that her boyfriend, a nice guy named Andrei, had never made her feel a good orgasm. In fact, as I heard her again and again, she had never experienced an orgasm, although she was 29. Mira asked her about it, she gave some advices, but Lena simply couldn?t get her orgasm, whatever she did.

?Maybe you should try an experienced and hard man, to teach you this,? said Mira once.

Lena argued that she loved Andrei.

?I don?t talk about love,? said Mira. ?I talk about good sex. No one asks you to leave Andrei. If you want, I can arrange this??

?If Andrei ever finds out about it, he?ll walk away from me.?

?Trust me! I can arrange this.?

A week later, Mira told me that she will sleep in my dormitory because Lena would spend the next night over. I never asked a question ? after all, Mira and Lena could sleep together ? but the prospect of sharing the room with my aunt threw me in a state of trance. I offered to sleep on the floor but she said it was no need for this. She only asked me to turn my face away when she put on her pajamas.

She got in the bed, right near me and, for awhile, she spent her time reading magazines. After half an hour, she turned the lights off and she went to sleep. By then, I did my best to behave as if I was sleeping already, but God only knows what it took me to stay put and breathe regularly.

Minutes later, we heard Lena talk with the guy Mira brought to her. My aunt became anxious about it and she checked me several times, but I was snoring delicately, as kids do, otherwise having all my senses awake, as you can imagine. The bed was pretty narrow and, during that night, I always felt either my aunt?s back, either one of her muscular legs, or even her hard butts, as she was constantly rummaging in the drapes.

However, this was nothing compared to what happened in the other room. It was very late when I heard a woman?s growing moans, harder and harder, faster and faster, sharper and sharper. Suddenly, Lena began to give brief cries, interspersed by loud encouragements:

?Yes? It?s coming to me? Yes??

After almost five minutes, she let a long howl, readily ensued by an endless sobbing.

?You did me so good? so good?? she kept saying between sobs of happiness.

The next day, Mira said nothing but she brought in some masons to look at the wall between our rooms. From then on, there was nothing I could hear anymore from her room.

But, I was smart and I found an even better place to spy my aunt: in the attic, right above her bathroom, the old floor had two spaces between the wooden boards ? two thin openings that enabled me to look down. Of course, I had only a narrow span to invade her privacy, but it proved to be rewarding enough: I could see the WC and almost one half of the washtub.

God, oh God? When she was on the WC, I could see her hard buttocks, I could see her broad back and at least one third of her thighs and I could hear her strain. When she was bathing, I could see her feet and calves and I could hear the wet splashes when she soaped herself ? I could even watch her as she sometimes heavily rinsed her cunt (I always thought it was hairy, very hairy). She gave then strange, brief sounds then, in rhythm with her brief quakes, so much alike with mine when I spied her ? yes, I was so close to her, yet so far?


? After two years, Mr. Vasilescu arranged a big hunt with a friend of his, a rich man from Moldavia, named Rurak. He had to spend four days over at us and he came over with almost twenty servants. We arranged the apartments in the south wing of Mr. Vasilescu?s palace for Mr. Rurak, while his servants were to sleep in the same building with us. It was pretty crowded, but my aunt said we had to cope with it.

However, the visit began under bad auspices. I swear to God that we did our best to arrange Mr. Rurak?s apartments ? the whole place was clean and nice, and how could it be otherwise since my aunt supervised the work, as usual? She was very punctilious: she obliged our servants to clean the place again and again, making them talk ill about her but, after punishing a couple by cutting off 10% of their salary, everybody else shut up, complying with her demands. As always, things had been done Mira?s way.

An hour later, however, as Rurak?s servants came over, loud noises came from the freshly cleaned apartments. I rushed there, along with another boy, just in time to see Rurak?s servants throw the drapes on the floor under the command of a big woman, Mira?s counterpart. We called for my aunt who came over on the spot.

?What?s happening here?? she asked ? in fact, she spat the question between her clutched teeth.

?Nothing, dear,? answered the big woman. ?We do things according to OUR rule, that?s all.?

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For some moments, Mira didn?t answer: she simply looked at the other woman, weighting her from head to toe. She was a big redhead who talked Romanian with an ugly Moldavian accent.

?Please,? began my aunt, ?don?t you EVER ?dear? me again. The apartments were clean,? she ensued. ?Why are you making this mess??

?I always take care of Mr. Rurak the way I like,? she answered.

She looked straight in Mira?s eyes but then, my aunt looked back at her without the least intention to avert her eyes. I later found out that the other woman?s name was Olga and that she was 42. She was in very good shape for her age. She was a little taller than Mira and she was sturdy: thick, muscular legs, a solid ass, hard as rock, a strong trunk endowed with a pair of heavy breasts and broad shoulders. Her face was round, her mouth was thin and she had a rectangular chin. Her jet hair was very short and her straight nose made her resemble a fox ? a round-faced fox.

?Look at the mess you made by taking care of Mr. Rurak your way,? said my aunt after awhile.

?We?ll clean everything up, don?t worry.?

?You take good care to DO this. Anyway, there was no need to throw the drapes on the floor??

?We can wash them.?

?Don?t even think about it,? snarled Mira. ?Angela??

One of our servants came by and she began to gather the drapes spread on the floor. Mira left the apartments without a word. I endorsed her steps but, before I left the room, I could hear Olga spit behind us:

?Bitch??

At lunch, we talked about the newcomers. Besides re-cleaning Rurak?s apartments, Olga stated clearly that she wanted only her cooks to prepare her master?s meals. Whenever Rurak and Vasilescu were to eat together, Olga?s cooks will be around, supervising the food and so on. My aunt swallowed it badly but, after talking to Mr. Vasilescu, she accepted Olga around.

?However,? stated then Mira, in a face to face talk with her counterpart, ?whenever you find something that you don?t agree with, call me. We can settle things without throwing the drapes or the dishes on the floor, OK??

Those who heard the talk said that the redhead answered in a stiff tone:

?There are many ways in which we can settle out things!?

It seems that my aunt simply nodded then, leaving Olga without a word.

?Two hard rocks had met,? noticed Vasile, an old electrician. ?I never saw two women step on each other?s toes as such??

?They hated each other from the moment they met,? said a woman.

?Yes, but our Mira made her point,? stated a young chambermaid, who always fawned upon my aunt.

?Well? we have to see what comes next? This Olga seems a hard piece to chew, even for Mira,? said Visina, our old cook.

Later in the evening, Mira and Olga argued once again. Olga had the impression that her servants were too crowded and my aunt had to show her all the rooms in the building.

?My servants are crowded too,? she explained.

?You could have arranged something in the attic,? remarked Olga. ?It?s plenty of room up there.?

?If you wish, some of your people can sleep in the attic.?

?Are you kidding? I went there and it?s a damned mess??

?You went there without asking ME?!? hissed my aunt, raising an eyebrow.

?You were not around and I wanted to see for myself.?

?OK. If the attic doesn?t suit you, you?ll sleep in crowded rooms.?

?It is strange?? said Olga then. ?I was told that this place was managed better than this. If I worked here, I would have??

?You DON?T work here,? interrupted Mira. ?Besides, none told me that Mr. Rurak will bring 20 people with him.?

?You imply that Mr. Rurak should have announced YOU about the people he intended to bring with him??

?No, I imply that Mr. Rurak?s employees should accept the situation as it is. It?s the best we can offer.?

?It?s the best YOU can offer?? said Olga, weighting once again Mira.

My aunt straightened herself, smiling from the corner of her mouth.

?Can YOU offer more than that?? ? she asked.

?Maybe we?ll find out one of these days,? snarled Olga in disdain.

That night, I slept with Mihai, the student that worked part time with us. He was very talkative and, of course, we discussed about the newcomers.

?Your pretty aunt found her godmother,? he quoted a Romanian saying.

That night, I slept with Mihai, the student that worked part time with us. He was very talkative and, of course, we discussed about the newcomers.

?Your pretty aunt found her godmother,? he quoted a Romanian saying.

?What you mean??

?Olga always answers back at her. However, I like your aunt: she grips to her position like a lioness. Therefore, Olga looks for another argument to push Mira around, and so on? I learned about this behavior in college: it is called social Darwinism.?

?Social, what?!?

?Never mind! If things go like that, sooner or later, one of them will finish by prevail on the other one. The bigger ferment will eat the smaller one?? ? he said, snapping his fingers.

I didn?t understand all of his words, but I understood what he meant. It is then that I had this strange thought for the first time: and what if my aunt and Olga?

I asked:

?Do you think they?ll get to? you know??

?As far as I know your aunt, yes. And Olga doesn?t seem a weakling, either??

?You mean? They would even fight?? ? I asked, as a weird feeling traversed me from head to toes. My heart began to pound and I felt a sudden discharge of drool in my mouth as I imagined the possibility that my aunt could fight the other woman.

?They would. They would and it?s gonna be an ugly fight.?

?Ugly? Why??

?Because your aunt had done it before,? said Mihai, telling me what happened some four years ago, when Mira herself was hired. Mr. Vasilescu?s superintendent was a certain Larisa, a big brunette known as Madame because of her haughty attitude. Six months after Mira?s hiring, everybody realized that there was no way that she and Larisa could get along. In fact, it was obvious that they would settle their differences in a fight. The servants told Mr. Vasilescu about it, but he said that the two women should have it their way. One night, the two have fought on the hallway, under the eyes of all the servants. Larisa, aged 35, was very good but my aunt proved better with her fists, obliging the other woman to scratch and to bite. However, this didn?t help Larisa too much and, when Vasilescu came along, my aunt was already having a definite upper hand ? she had cornered her foe and she was pummeling her mercilessly.

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?The fight had got out of hand by then and we all knew it, but Mr. Vasilescu showed no intention of stopping it. To say the truth, we liked it, we liked it very much, especially when seeing that your aunt was beating Madame to a pulp. Madame did her best to fight back and she tried to kick your aunt, but your aunt got her by the ankle ? I remember this as if it happened yesterday ? so, your aunt kept Madame?s leg up and she kicked her, right in the cunt. Poor Madame crumpled to the floor and, from then on, your aunt took her time to finish her up. We were so excited by the whole situation that we didn?t realize that your aunt was very, very furious. She ended the fight by placing Madame?s face against a threshold and stomping her in the back of the head. It?s only when Madame erected her long legs in spasms and pissed herself that we took your aunt off her.?

?What happened to Madame?? ? I asked, unable to believe my ears.

?We took her away in a blanket. We rushed her to the Iasi Hospital. She never came back. Your aunt has that scar on the forehead after that fight.?

I was terrified. But, on the other hand, I could not refrain from feeling a strange pleasure, a mix of fear and desire, when imagining my aunt fight this unknown woman. Instantly, the prospect of Mira having to fight Olga made me see the whole situation under a new, most exciting angle. How far would they go and who stood more chances, I asked myself, feeling shudders along my spine.

?You think that my aunt and Olga would fight that ugly too?? ? I asked Mihai then.

?Look at their faces and you?ll get your answer.?

The next morning, my aunt and Olga had another argument. It had something to do with Rurak?s meals which had to be prepared in time before the two men left for the hunting party. It seems that the kitchen had never been so crowded with cooks and servants, since Olga insisted that her people HAD to prepare Rurak?s meals by themselves. On the other hand, I heard that my aunt backed off in front of Olga, who literally forced her way into the kitchen, ahead of her cooks.

Could that mean that Olga scared my aunt? ? I asked myself. Could that mean that Olga was the bigger ferment, as Mihai put it? The thought made me shudder, again? I found the answer to this question a little bit later.

Being responsible with the horses, I joined the hunting party in the deep forest around the property. As I was to find out, the two rich men knew what was going on between their superintendents. During the lunch, I heard Mr. Rurak say:

?You must know that Olga is very stubborn. My guess is that your superintendent did a smart thing by backing off this morning??

?Don?t be mistaken,? smiled Mr. Vasilescu. ?I told her to let Olga have it her way? I care a lot for my superintendent. She is the best I ever had and I don?t want her to get into trouble with the Police, or things like that??

Mr. Rurak lit a cigarette.

?Really?? he asked. ?Is this the only thing that scares you about her??

?Yes. She is very good at managing my property but I don?t know how good she?d be if they start to interrogate her at the Police Station? So, I?ll have to pay for good lawyers and good lawyers mean a lot of money. You know the drill.?

?How strange!? puffed Rurak. ?I thought that Olga scared her.?

?No, no, no? Yesterday, Mira told me that she wants to teach your superintendent a hard lesson but I told her to leave Olga alone.?

?I see?? said Mr. Rurak, thoughtfully. ?But, tell me, who do you think would call for the Police if things get out of hand??

?You. Your staff. I don?t know. I simply want to avoid this.?

Rurak took a deep drag on his cigarette.

?And what if I promised you that I?d never call for the Police??

I had to leave then, as one of Rurak?s bodyguards realized that I stood there doing nothing. I went to the other servants and, deeply impressed by the two men?s conversation, I began to think? My strong aunt and big Olga? ready to fight? traits contorted in fury? arms raised and eyes throwing flares?

Who would prevail? The strong younger woman, or the elder and heavier one?

Who would prevail? The strong younger woman, or the elder and heavier one?

Later in the afternoon, as we made a halt by the shore of a lake, I found out that my counterpart in Rurak?s staff was a young girl. Three years my elder, she was rather ugly ? an ugly blonde. However, she was willing to talk about Rurak, about her life on his property, things like this. Of course, after awhile, we began to discuss about Mira and Olga. When I told her that Mira was my aunt, the girl (her name was Valentina) told me:

?Tell your aunt to be cautious. I saw Olga fight a year ago. We were by the river, near our village, and Olga had an argument with another woman who washed the laundry. I knew that woman well because she was our neighbor before Mr. Rurak hired me. Her name was Anca and she was rude and strong. However? well?? ? Valentina wanted to stop, but I urged her to go on. ?Well, Olga finally overpowered her. Anca kicked and punched, but our superintendent forced Anca flat on her belly. She? well? she finished her? But, please, understand that she had no choice! Anca kept saying that she?d kill Olga and then, Olga choked her. She choked Anca and when she was tired of choking her, she slammed her face against the ground. Anca never got up by herself??

I wanted to tell Valentina that my aunt also destroyed another woman in a fair, one to one fight, but I decided to hold this for myself. I simply thanked her, promising that I?d tell Mira about her warnings.

?You do that! Olga said to us that she?ll break your aunt?s back if she lays her hands on her.?

We got back home very late. Mihai was in bed, already.

?They had almost fought,? he announced me when I entered the room.

?How come??

Again, they had had an argument and, this time, they began to shout at each other. It happened on the first floor?s hallway and were it not for the others, they would have fought.

?Gosh? your aunt is very strong!? said Mihai. ?I grabbed her by one elbow, some others got her by the waist and shoulders, and we could hardly pull her away from Olga. You should have seen their faces! Oh, my God! Afterwards, Mira told everybody that she?ll beat the **** off that redhead bitch? She wants to tell Mr. Vasilescu that there is no other way. And, as far as I know Vasilescu, he won?t interfere.?

I knew he was right. I told him about Vasilescu?s conversation with Rurak, I told him about Valentina ? and, as I kept telling him all this, I had once again that strange feeling, that weird numbness that seized me from around my guts, flooding me steadily.

I wanted to see this clash! I wanted to see my aunt fight that bitch!

?Gosh? who do you think will win?? I asked.

?Hard to tell? You know Marin, the guy working at the pool. He had been fighting in the Chechen war and he had seen fights like this. He says that Olga has stronger legs than your aunt and some extra kilos, which is a good point for her but, on the other hand, she obviously is slower and has less stamina ? after all, she?s 8 years older. His point is that your aunt could do Olga if she wears her out with the fists ? Mira is faster, she is strong enough and she can endure a lot more? However, if Olga gets your aunt at close range, things could turn out bad for her. Everybody admitted this.?

I tried to get some sleep but I couldn?t. I kept hearing the two women shriek in my mind, I kept seeing them fight, struggling to get the upper hand and, slowly, that strange and pleasant sensation came back at me ? I wanted to see that fight, no matter what? When I finally managed to get asleep, I dreamed the fight ? it never ended but the two women were hardly standing on their feet, blood covering their faces, as they fought on and on and on?

I woke up early and I began to wander along the hallways. I had never smoked before but in that morning, I felt like I wanted to smoke. I went at the stables and someone gave me a cigarette. As I smoked, I heard a conversation: one of our servants was talking with one of Rurak?s servants about the conflict opposing the two superintendents.

?I don?t like our Olga,? kept saying Rurak?s servant, ?and that?s why I want your superintendent to win. That Olga bitch slapped me more than once, fuck her? Your auntie,? he told me then, ?must be very careful, my boy! Tell her not to be afraid of eye gouging or attacking Olga?s womanly parts, because Olga will have no restraints with it? You got that, son??

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After finishing the first cigarette of my life, I went straight at Mira?s door. On the hallway, I ran straight in Olga?s nose.

?Hum, you are that bitch?s nephew,? she said.

?My aunt is not a bitch!?

?Aha? You love her? Then tell her not to fight me, boy, because I will squeeze the shit off her like toothpaste, you got that??

My blood went boiling on the spot.

?My auntie will punch you until you beg for mercy!?

She grabbed me by the chin and she forced me to look up in her eyes:

?Tell your auntie to find someone to fuck her today! Maybe she wants to enjoy her last hours? You tell her that, you got me??

I ran away on the spot, hurrying to Mira?s room.

?Gosh, you didn?t sleep at all!? she noticed. ?And you also smoked!?

?Please, auntie, there?s something I must tell you.?

I told her all I heard about Olga: how she beat that Anca, what the others were saying, what the others advised, how Olga threatened her and what I thought about all this ? well, I told her everything, except that in my depth, I longed to see her fight that big redhead.

She smiled. She sat on her bed and she flexed her biceps:

?C?mon, feel those!? she urged me.

Gosh! Her arm was hard as a rock! She then made me feel her thighs, her back, her shoulders ? she seemed carved in marble. Lena, her sister, showed up from the bathroom.

?He is scared,? told her my aunt. ?That Olga scared him.?

Lena took in a deep breath.

?Better be cautious, sis?. I told you what I heard about this woman.?

?Yes,? said my aunt, thoughtfully, ?but you also know about me.?

?So does she.?

?There is no other way,? concluded my aunt.

The day went on quietly. It seemed that even the talks about the fight had dissipated. It was around 6 o?clock in the evening when Mr. Vasilescu called me ? he wanted that I prepare Thunder, his favorite horse, for the next day. Rurak was with him. After Vasilescu finished with me, I wanted to leave but, in the last moment, a strange fear seized me by the guts and I asked the permission to ask him something.

?Mr. Vasilescu, I think that my aunt is going to fight Mr. Rurak?s superintendent.?

?I am aware of it, son.?

?Well? I wanted to know if you? if you are going to do anything about it??

?I talked to Mira. She is determined to do it. So is Mr. Rurak?s employee.?

?And what if things turn out? bad??

?They are both grown-ups, kid!? answered Rurak instead of Mr. Vasilescu. ?They know what they are getting into. You are scared for your auntie, aren?t you??

?No, I?m not,? I said and I left.

At the stables, I met Valentina. She was combing one of Rurak?s big mares.

?You know? I like you a lot,? she began, ?but I want to tell you that when Olga will fight your aunt, I?ll be on Olga?s side.?

I understood that. I asked her what she thought about it.

?None of us is sure of the outcome. Some had even made bets.?

?Who?s the favorite??

?Some think that your aunt stands more chances if she punches well? Others say that Olga will finish your aunt if she gets her to the floor? The truth is that no one knows. I heard that even our masters made bets. The only sure thing is?? ? she suddenly stopped.

?What is the only sure thing?? I asked.

?Never mind,? she said and she left.


?Some think that your aunt stands more chances if she punches well? Others say that Olga will finish your aunt if she gets her to the floor? The truth is that no one knows. I heard that even our masters made bets. The only sure thing is?? ? she suddenly stopped.

?What is the only sure thing?? I asked.

?Never mind,? she said and she left.

In the evening, we all ate in silence. It was as if we all waited, more and more anxious, for the unavoidable. I went to my room. I began to talk with Mihai. He showed me a book of his and I liked it a lot. I told him that I wanted to go to the University someday. Then I pretended that I want to walk and I went in the attic, to spy my aunt.

Gosh? She was in the bathroom with Ion. He had her over the washtub and he fucked the daylights off her, doggy style. She growled in excitement while Ion kept saying to her:

?Do that shit for me, hun? Show me the stuff you?re made off!?

?Yes? yes?? kept saying my aunt between groans. ?Fuck me, Ion, fuck me deep!?

After they finished, they still talked about the fight. My aunt admitted that Mr. Vasilescu promised her a good amount of money if she?d crush Olga in front of everyone.

?You do this, hun! Do this!? urged her Ion.

Then I went back to my room.

It was 11 o?clock in the evening when we heard loud shouts and curses from the kitchen. The fuss grew steadily until, all of a sudden, loud encouragements were heard. Somebody opened the door briskly:

?The fight began! They fight NOW!?

I instantly got into my slippers and I rushed downstairs. Mihai was right behind me. When we approached the kitchen, a loud scream was heard, almost freezing me in my tracks. However, there was no way to recognize the voice that had let that scream. The next moment, the servants roared madly, urging the two women to go on.

When I got into the kitchen, I saw my aunt attack madly, throwing wide punches at the redhead who, overwhelmed, was taking small steps backwards, covering herself with both arms. Dressed in their uniforms and mounted on high heels, they were fighting between the long table and the oven and I readily understood that auntie had scored well ? Olga?s black blouse was still steaming after Mira had pushed her against the oven.

?Gosh, son,? slipped to me Vasile, the electrician, ?if your auntie would have kept that ***** more on the oven, the fight would be over by now!?

?Go, Olga, go!? shouted a man then ? it was one of Rurak?s hunting beaters, Olga?s bed partner as I heard from the others.

?Keep punching her, hun, keep punching her!? shouted Ion at my auntie who was once again driving heavy Olga towards the oven.

Everybody shut up as the fight grew in intensity, both women throwing wide punches for all they were worth. However, Mira?s blows always got home, shaking the heavy redhead from head to toe. Soon, the elder woman propped against the brim of the oven ? she gave a sharp scream and, gathering her strength, she briskly rushed forth, ignoring my aunt?s punches.

The sudden counterattack took Mira by surprise. She tried to punch even harder but heavier Olga got my aunt by the mane and she began to powerfully toss her around by the hair. However, my aunt grabbed her foe by the hair too and, once again, she tried to force the redhead towards the oven. A wild struggle ensued, heavy Olga getting Mira in a side neck lock while auntie enwrapped her arms around the redhead?s thick waist.

?C?mon, Olga, c?mon!? shouted her man. ?Get ?er down!?

[Ted Mark]

They began to push and shove around, Olga trying to bend Mira but my aunt gathered her strength and, suddenly, she managed to lift the heavier woman in the air. Big Olga let a moan of bewilderment and she hung on to the neck lock but, the next moment, my aunt powerfully twisted her around, slamming her to the floor. Olga landed on her back, arms still around Mira?s neck and face buried in my aunt?s right cheek. I saw the elder woman poke her mouth forth, as if she was a snake preparing to bite but, before I could issue a warning, auntie gave a loud shriek, wildly trying to draw her head back.

?Yeah, Olga! Go on! Tear her face, damn her!? shouted Rurak?s beater as strong Mira got on parted knees, pulling back in furious bursts. However, the elder woman reinforced the neck lock, keeping my aunt?s face close to her teeth. A moment later, she bit her auntie?s ear, eliciting a coarse scream.

?Yeah, that?s it!? shouted Olga?s sustainers as blood began to heavily pour off the bitten ear, ruisselating on the redhead?s face. Meanwhile, still struggling on her knees to extrude her head off the neck lock, Mira kept yelling like mad.

?C?mon, auntie! Fight back, fight back!?

?Do her, Olga, do her!? shouted Rurak?s servants. ?She bleeds like a sow??

A dry crack was heard then and my aunt?s skirt tore up to her waist, allowing a full sight to the back of her muscular thighs and to her massive butts. She was still throwing herself about but she soon understood that she had to find another way to fight back.

Olga felt her foe?s disarray and, cheered by her supporters, she threw her mouth towards Mira?s scruff of the neck, biting her again. However, my aunt readily grabbed Olga?s right breast, tearing her black blouse open and mining through her bra. Again, strong Mira gave a loud shriek as the redhead?s teeth sunk in her flesh, but she managed to rake her foe?s voluminous breast, seeking for her nipples, as Lena, her sister, advised. The elder woman felt the danger and she grabbed Mira by the wrist, trying to pry her hand away from the tit but, in doing this, the pressure of the neck lock weakened and my aunt readily pulled back.

?Yeaaaaah!? we shouted then, encouraging Mira who got up as fast as she could.

The elder woman wanted to follow her but, when she tried to get up, auntie forcefully kicked her between the breasts, provoking a dull sound as the tip of her shoe collided to the redhead?s chest bone. The powerful blow shook the elder woman, throwing her on her ***. Seeing my aunt approach her, big Olga hastily crawled backwards on butts, but strong Mira delivered another kick, getting the redhead fully in the face this time.

A shower of blood droplets erupted from the redhead?s face as her head snapped, making me and the rest of Vasilescu?s servants shout in joy.

?Yes, auntie, yes!? I shouted from the bottom of my lungs.

?Go on, sis?, go on!? yelled Lena at her turn.

Heavy Olga was obviously groggy by then. She grabbed the nearby chair by the brim, trying to get up, but my aunt kicked her again in the face, sending her back on her ass.

?Get up, hun, get up!? shouted Olga?s man, but her heels could only slide helplessly on the floor as she tried to crawl at a safe distance.

?Kick ?er!? shouted Ion at strong Mira, and so she did, getting the big woman for the third time in the face. We heard a crack and, the next moment, the elder woman spat out two broken teeth. Auntie prepared to kick her again, but the redhead grabbed the chair and shoved it in Mira?s legs.

Mira let a scream, but this only infuriated her. She kicked the chair away and she went after the redhead who was now grabbing the brim of the table, trying to hoist herself up. Mira kicked at Olga with full strength, getting her in the small of the back and forcing the elder woman to straighten herself. She then got her in a waist hug from behind and hoisted her in the air.

?I?ll fuck you up, cunt!? ? threatened my aunt.

?Slam the bitch! Slam her!? shouted Ion but, in that moment, big Olga powerfully head butted in reverse, fully getting my aunt in the nose.

A splash was heard and strong Mira took a step back, cupping her face with both hands. A wave of gluing blood spread through her fingers, eliciting wild cheers from Rurak?s servants who urged big Olga to go on.

The elder woman turned to face my aunt and, the next moment, she rushed in, pushing Mira towards the oven. My aunt sensed the peril and backpedaled, but her foe?s momentum was too great and she went on pushing strong Mira backwards, until her massive *** propped on the brim of the oven.

Opening wide her eyes, my aunt gave a wild scream, but heavier Olga kept her there, slowly bending her towards the oven.

?Fuuuuuck!? ? yelled auntie.


?Get away from there! Get away!? we began to shout as the heavier woman was steadily bending Mira over the oven. My aunt gave a wild shriek then and she readily eye gouged her foe, plunging her thumbs in Olga?s eyesockets and eliciting a hoarse rale from the redhead. Still screaming, Olga pulled back, rinsing her eyes while Mira jerked away from the oven, a thick line of burn running accross her ass, on the back of her skirt and stockings.

"I?ll damn kill you, scumbag!? yelled my aunt and, clutching her fingers and eyes throwing flares, she rushed against big Olga, alternating heavy fists to the face. The elder woman retreated, blindly hitting back but there was nothing she could do to oppose my aunt?s fury. Soon, strong Mira got her foe by the mane with the left hand while pummelling her in the face with the other hand.

?Take that, Bitch... And that... and that!? ? kept shouting my aunt each time she landed a blow home.

We urged her to go on, louder and louder and it?s then that Vasilescu and Rurak showed up. We all shut up and, for awhile, we could only hear the loud moans of the two women who kept hitting each other.

"Go on, just go on as if we were not here,? said Vasilescu, softly.

By then, my aunt was driving big Olga towards the table. After some good punches to the face, she forced Olga?s ass against the brim of the table and she doubled her efforts to punch, steadily bending her foe over the table. Desperate, the elder woman punched back, alternating rights and lefts to the face, but it was clear that her blows were gradually loosing strength.

Suddenly, Mira grunted heavily, overwhelming Olga and forcing her flat on the table. The elder woman gave a loud sigh and, gathering her strength, she enwrapped my aunt?s waist between her thick legs. Strong Mira joined her fists above her head, ready to smash Olga in the face, but the redhead reached forth, sinking both hands in my aunt?s voluminous breasts.

Again, we began to encourage them. Mira smashed Olga in the face but the elder woman managed to push her and my aunt?s blow lost its momentum. Mira began to pummell the redhead in the breasts then, but the elder woman still had fight in her ? securing the scissors around Mira?s waist, she reached forth and she grabbed my aunt?s mane with her left hand, while plunging the right hand in her throat.

"I?ll crush your throat, bitch!? ? shouted big Olga, hardening the scissors and the choke.

For a brief moment, I saw strong Mira strain from head to toe, opposing the double squeeze. Olga realized my aunt?s distress and she pulled forth on her mane, adding more strength to the choke and, gosh, the redhead was that strong that she soon had my strong aunt gaze around as if seeking for help. Rurak?s servants felt my aunt?s disaray too and, the next moment, they began to cheer their favorite:

"Yeaaaaah, Olga! Crush her! Crush her! She can?t stand your legs, Olga! Go on!?

"Hold on, sis?, hold on! You can beat ?er!? screamed Lena at her turn.

"Go for her eyes, go for her eyes!? ? advised Ion too.

By then, it became obvious that strong Mira breathed with growing difficulty as big Olga constantly pulled her head forth while concomitantly choking and scissoring her. Soon, my aunt briskly parted her legs, as she found it was harder and harder to stand.


?Auntie!? ? I screamed form the bottom of my lungs but then, Olga?s sustainers began to encourage the redhead like mad. Strong Mira felt the vice crush her waist but she readily gathered herself and, once again, she went for Olga?s eyes. Her thumbs buried in her foe?s eye sockets and the redhead gave a wild yell, shaking her head and trying to hold on to the grips she had on the younger woman. However, the pain and the fear of losing her sight soon overwhelmed big Olga. Frustration and fear mingled in her loud scream as she set strong Mira free, hastily crawling backwards on the large table, putting a safe distance between her and my aunt.

?Go on, Mira!? shouted Mihai. ?Don?t allow her to recover, damn her!?

?C?mon, sis?, get her, get her!? shouted Lena too.

[Ted Mark]

We all began to cheer our superintendent as she grabbed Olga by the ankles, pulling her towards her. The heavy redhead struggled for all she was worth, flexing and extending her thick legs in fast pace, trying to break free. However, strong Mira hung on to Olga?s ankles, trying to pull her off the table and then, the redhead propped on her elbows, trying to kick my aunt.

This was a fatal mistake, as Olga lost her leverage. My strong aunt readily took advantage of it and, letting a coarse roar, as if she was a wood cleaver, she forcefully pulled the redhead towards her. Big Olga gave a gasp of surprise and she erected her trunk hastily. She clutched her hands to the brim of the table but my aunt stepped back and pulled her foe after her.

"Yeaaaaah! Good girl, Mira!? we shouted as big Olga fell off the table, landing painfully on her ass. "Bravo, bravooooo!? we shouted again, when seeing the elder woman arch her back in pain, while my strong aunt still had a good grip on her ankles.

"Fuck you!? shouted Olga coarselly. Overwhelming her pain, she began to throw herself about, twisting and pulling, but Mira kicked her repeatedly in the back of her thighs, eliciting loud shrieks of pain. My aunt was now aiming for the groin but big Olga twisted on her right side. My aunt took advantage of her foe?s dismay and she forcefully kicked her in the left flank.

"Aahh.... You... cuuuunt...? ? screamed the redhead in sheer pain, quaking from head to toe.

However, she still had the reflex to roll away, getting on all fours. She was breathing in fast pace, her voluminous breasts dangling to and fro and blinking in fear. Sensing that my aunt was after her, she tried to get up but strong Mira got encircled her neck with both arms and pulled her backwards.

?Aaaah?? ? screamed the elder woman in frustration.




Fuelled by our encouragements, my aunt forced big Olga on butts and she began to toss her head from side to side, in furious bursts, steadily wearing her out. The elder woman parted her thick thighs, propping on heels in a desperate attempt to resist. Suddenly, one of her breasts popped out of her bra, making my aunt?s sustainers yell like mad.

?You got her! Do her, hun! Do her!? urged Ion.

Snarling, strong Mira kneeled behind Olga, reinforcing the neck lock and depriving the bigger woman of the much needed air. My aunt tossed her harder and harder and soon, the redhead began to gasp while her eyes rolled around, in terror, as she found no way to fight back. She briskly pushed on her heels, trying to throw strong Mira off her, but my aunt took advantage of Olga?s maneuver and forced her on the left flank, mounting her and securing the neck lock.

?Fuck? 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 ass, 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, ass 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 ass 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.

?Fuck? 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.

[feral,grrl]

Bravo Ted...thank you for your effort. But I still encounter the dreaded ***, ****.

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