Motor Inn Mêlée, Version 1: Water Fight
It was a hot, muggy Sunday evening as I pulled into the Marpon Motor Inn parking lot once again. It would be another boring week at the plant site, I lamented to myself. I was on a troubleshooting assignment at one of the company’s many production facilities in a small town in northern Texas. It was the typical company town with not much to do - no nightlife to speak of, just a few restaurants and bars, that kind of stuff. I’d stayed here many times before and knew it well. At least the accommodations were clean and comfortable - large, suite-style rooms. Plus, the Marpon had a bar/lounge on site with a generous happy hour with very good drinks and hors d’oeuvres. So, I wouldn’t suffer too much, unless maybe from boredom or the stifling heat.
I settled in for the night so that I could get an early start the next morning, never considering going out, as there was almost nowhere to go. I awoke early, showered and went to the lounge for the continental breakfast. To my great surprise, I recognized a coworker sitting alone at a table nearby. Katie was a pleasant enough woman, pretty face, shoulder length blond hair, etc., but she wasn’t really my “type.” Katie wasn’t fat, but she was kind of stocky, big boned, or whatever. Her figure was shapely enough, and I doubt there was an ounce of fat on her, but she was just bigger than I liked my women. I preferred the slender, sleek ones. But this was OK; maybe we could just hang out friendly-style. I’d just set my libido aside for the week.
As I approached her table, Katie spotted me, smiling pleasantly. “So, there’s another poor soul stuck out here in the middle of nowhere,” she said with a note of pity.
“Yeah, duty calls, and all that” I replied agreeably. For someone I barely knew, Katie had greeted me quite warmly. I knew we were stuck with each other, so I replied in kind. “Nice to see a friendly face. Mind if I join you?”
“Sure. I’d be hurt if you didn’t,” she quipped.
I dropped my laptop PC & other stuff on the floor nearby and went over to gather some breakfast at the counter area. When I returned, we made small talk for a few minutes, discussing our respective duties at the plant this week. Katie was in the engineering group, planning an equipment upgrade of some sort. I was from the lab, and was interested in several new products being produced. We made a dinner date for the evening, knowing that we were stuck with each other. Although, I thought to myself later, ‘stuck’ wasn’t precisely correct. We’d had a nice conversation, and I found myself looking forward to having dinner together.
We drove to the plant in separate cars, and I didn’t bump into Katie at all during the workday. I finished for the day a little early, so I went back to the Marpon for a swim and some relaxation at the outdoor pool. It had been hot in the plant where I’d been working, and a cool dip before supper would feel great.
The pool was deserted, which was fine with me. There were few tourists at the Marpon, so there were no families with little kids running around at poolside. The sun baked down from above as I lounged in the pool with a six-pack on ice nearby. From experience, I knew how to survive here.
After maybe 15 minutes of lounging, I was amazed to see Katie appear, dressed in a very small bikini no less. And even more surprising, she looked quite good in it. She may have been big, but I quickly realized that she had a beautiful body. She was maybe 5'10" and about 165 pounds. Her large, well-rounded breasts jutted out prominently, with no drooping whatsoever - maybe 38D’s. Her waist was around 26" and her bottom was maybe a 36. Here legs were long and somewhat muscular. So were her arms. And she had a beautiful bronze tan. The bikini barely covered her assets, and I found myself staring at her appreciatively, half stunned.
“Whatcha lookin’ at?” grinned Katie. I shook myself out of the stupor, but was at a loss for words. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” she continued.
I could tell that Katie was enjoying herself at my expense, but that was fine with me - the view was stupendous. Maybe “big” girls were attractive after all. I finally managed a reply, “Grab a brew and hop in. The water’s fine.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” she answered as she grabbed a cold one and slid into the pool nearby. “I spotted you from my room, so I figured you wouldn’t mind some company.”
“For sure. I was just relaxing by my lonesome, but this is much better.” I tried not to stare too much, but I was really intrigued by her body. Why did I find her attractive? I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“Yeah, this place can be kind of boring, even lonely. It’s much nicer having someone else around to do things with,” she replied easily.
Then I noticed something else unexpected - Katie was checking me out! And to my surprise, I hoped that I passed her inspection. ‘What is going on here?’ I asked myself as my libido returned from the doldrums. We drank a few beers, continuing to make small talk about work, play, life in general, being single, etc. I found her to be quite intelligent, as one would expect from a mechanical engineer, but Katie had a great personality as well. She was an interesting, outgoing woman, and if I was right, quite lively as well. I definitely was getting interested, and I think she was, too.
Then Katie switched gears. “Hey, for all the time we’ve been out here, we’re hardly wet,” she smiled impishly
Katie took a step back, and then splashed me with a huge spray of water. I was surprised to say the least, but replied in kind quickly enough. I sprayed her back, dousing Katie completely. She took it in stride, and the battle was on. We horsed around like a couple of kids, chasing each other around the pool, splashing wildly. I was glad we were alone, because being in our mid-twenties, we were a little old for this. But it was hugely fun. We were having a great time.
And then the tempo changed once again. As Katie approached me, presumably for a splash, she faked and then jumped on me, grabbing me at the shoulders, dragging me underwater. I barely had time to grab a mouthful of air as she dunked me. I jumped up quickly and did the same to her. She bobbed, laughing wildly, lunging at me to get even. It was war, and we wrestled around in close contact with each other, even rolling around underwater as we fought. To my surprise, I found I was extremely turned on fighting with her this way. I wanted the battle to last a very long time.
Katie seemed to be enjoying things, too, not hesitating to splash, fight, wrestle underwater, or whatever. She wore a big smile as we laughed almost continuously, like a couple of schoolchildren. Her hair was wet and disheveled, but Katie looked quite ravishing to me!
I lunged at Katie as she momentarily turned to get away. I nearly grabbed her, but instead came up with her bikini top instead, clutched in my hand - definitely a surprise for both of us.
“Hey! Give that back!” Katie yelled as she turned to face me, her breasts completely filling my field of vision. Her bright pink nipples were erect, and her breasts danced enticingly as she sauntered in my direction. The water in this part of the pool was just the right height to float Katie’s breasts upon the surface, bobbing them slightly above, then below the water line as she moved towards me.
Katie didn’t seem mad, so I took a chance. “Come and get it, then!” I challenged, holding the bikini top behind my back to make things more difficult for her.
Katie didn’t even hesitate. She lunged at me once more, her large breasts making direct contact with my chest. It felt incredible, like an electrical charge going through my body. But the battle was still on and Katie was dunking me underwater once again. We splashed & rolled beneath the surface, and at one point, I lost her top somewhere underwater. But that didn’t seem to matter to Katie as we continued to battle. She didn’t seem to care about the bikini top, only wanting revenge on me for taking it.
As Katie chased me around the pool, I remained fascinated by her breasts, bobbing along the water surface. They swung around to and fro as she chased me through the water. Once I was trapped in the corner, she slowed to a walk and her breasts seemed like dual periscopes, floating on the waves, checking out the enemy, looking for weak spots in the defense. And when they made contact with me as she reached for my arms, electricity again. My male appendage was engorged with anticipation.
As we continued, the battle moved into deeper water. We swam at each other, meeting headlong, dragging each other underwater. We were locked together face-to-face, spinning wildly, trying to take control. Every so often we separated to catch some air, but returned repeatedly to our wildly spinning frenzy beneath the surface many times. It seemed like kind of a primal way to fight, adding to our exhilaration. I could see her breasts flailing around underwater as we fought, occasionally making chest level contact.
Finally, we tired of the game, both totally exhausted by the exertion. Katie located her bikini top and put it back on, uncaring in the least at losing it. I suddenly realized that perhaps we had had an audience, so I quickly looked around, thankfully spotting no one. Katie was totally uninhibited, uncaring whether anyone had seen her topless. And for that lack of inhibition, I was very, very grateful. We returned to our rooms to dry off before supper, promising to meet in the lobby at 6:00.
I couldn’t keep my mind off Katie, recalling the water-fight and especially her naked breasts. Katie was quite strong, holding her own against me easily. Maybe she even had won the battle, but it didn’t matter in the total scheme of things. I realized I was smitten, and marveled that it had happened. And, what was it with me getting all turned on during the fight? I grinned as I recalled the details of the water-fight, noticing that my manhood was suddenly growing again. The water-fight had been the turn-on, even before she lost her top.
I tried to analyze the situation. What was it about fighting with Katie that I liked so much? Obviously, her large, naked breasts had been a major attraction. But there was more to it than that - a lot more. I’d ‘experienced’ a large breasted woman before, and while it had been pleasurable, I had not been nearly as turned on as I had been in this afternoon’s water-fight. Maybe it was the water? No, that wasn’t it? I guess it was the fight itself!!
I let myself daydream about fighting Katie in other scenarios. Sure enough, I became as hard as a rock just thinking about it. I imagined us wrestling around with Katie often having the upper hand, pinning me repeatedly. But there were plenty of times when I’d beat her as well. Maybe I liked the fact that Katie could give me an even battle, neither one of us being overtly dominant. Yeah, that was it! Fighting with a woman, having an indeterminate outcome, not knowing who would overpower the other. I was rock hard with excitement. That was definitely it!!
I wondered if the same thing were true for Katie. Had she been turned on during the water-fight? Did she like fighting with males -- me in particular -- or had it just been a fluke? Was she into domination, or just into fighting? I lingered on those thoughts for a while as I slowly dressed for dinner. The prospects for the evening seemed very good indeed, and I was hot with anticipation of another fight. Not wanting to be totally unprepared, I fired up my trusty laptop, surfing the web for wrestling information. Sure enough, wrestling was everywhere, and it seemed everyone was doing it. I found a lot of pictures of mixed matches and studied them as best I could in the time remaining before dinner.
Finally, it was time to go. As it was somewhat of a scorcher outside, I put on shorts and a brightly colored Hawaiian-type shirt, and then headed for the lobby to meet Katie.
She was already there, dressed in white short-shorts and a pink, satin blouse. The fabric was sheer enough that I could easily see the outline of a black bra underneath. Katie looked stunning, and I was entranced. The evening definitely was looking good.
Katie offered to drive, so I let her pick the restaurant, not that there were many choices. We went to kind of a seedy bar/nightclub, but I knew from experience that the burgers were great. The place was dimly lit inside, and we slid into a booth towards the back. We peered at the menus momentarily and then placed our orders - burger, fries and a tap beer for each of us.
We made some small talk, evading a discussion of the pool fight for the time being. Katie diddled with one of the placards on the table offhandedly as we talked, her eyes getting big and a smile on her face after reading it. She showed it to me, reading aloud:
Cactus Joe’s Nightly Entertainment
Sunday, 9:00 pm - Live, country western band for your listening and dancing enjoyment.
Monday, 9:00 pm - Karaoke
Tuesday, 9:00 pm - Wet T-shirt contest with prizes.
Wednesday, 9:00 pm - Mud wrestling with prizes, females and males welcome, 3 different weight classes.
…
Katie stopped there, looking pointedly at me with a gleam in her eyes. “Wednesday night… we could do this,” she said. “It might be lots of fun!”
“I dunno, Tuesday night looks pretty good to me. From what I saw this afternoon, you’d win easily!” I teased.
“C’mon. You know what I mean. It was fun this afternoon. It would be the same kind of thing, but in mud this time. It would be a great time,” she said excitedly.
I could tell that Katie really wanted to do this, but I was uncertain. “What if someone from the plant saw us? We’d never hear the end of it!”
“So what. Who cares? When will we ever have a better chance at this? Certainly not after we get home,” she stated emphatically.
Katie was suddenly getting serious and I wasn’t sure how to proceed. I hesitated for a moment, and then Katie continued, “What’s the matter? Are you afraid I might beat you, and in public no less?”
She was partly correct, but I had to straighten her out. “It’s not the being beaten part - I can handle that… maybe even enjoy it. The part I don’t like is being public. Wrestling or fighting between the sexes seems more of a private thing to me.”
“That didn’t stop you this afternoon,” Katie replied quickly.
“Yeah, well, we didn’t go to the pool to start a fight,” I replied.
“Maybe you didn’t …” she stated with a smile.
“So, you like to fight. I was wondering if that might be the case,” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s a lot of fun - an incredibly sexy thing to do. But I prefer wrestling. It’s more of a natural contest. And I like to wrestle with men. They’re more of an equal contest, which is always more interesting.”
I probed further. “So, it’s the contest that you like, not necessarily who wins.”
“Yeah,” Katie replied thoughtfully. “I’ve been on both sides, winning and losing. It’s the journey, so to speak. But, all things being equal, I’d rather wrestle with a man than a woman. It can be a lot more interesting…”
“So I noticed.” I replied shyly, glancing down at my growing manhood just below table-level. “I’ve never been as turned on as I was fighting with you today. There’s nothing else quite like it.”
“Yes, I know,” she replied easily.
The waitress brought our food, and we ordered another round as we continued to probe the fine points of what had happened.
“I think I won this afternoon,” stated Katie matter-of-factly.
“You were certainly ahead, but it wasn’t over yet. I still might’ve had you.” I returned.
“And you really don’t mind that I might have won?” she asked earnestly. “You know, some men are threatened by that.”
“I can imagine that’s true for most guys, but I can handle it. You know, I was trying to analyze what happened today, and to my surprise, it was the contest that mattered, not the outcome. Having a contest between ‘equals’ is what turned me on. You know, not really knowing whether you would best your opponent, or she would best you.”
“You summed that up pretty well. Were you reading my mind?” she asked.
It was a rhetorical question, so I just smiled back at her.
“Yeah,” she continued. “It’s the uncertainty of the thing that’s the turn on for me. Kind of a primal contest between you and your equal of the opposite sex.”
“Yup!” I sighed, just thinking about it.
“I’ll tell you what,” she proposed. “Let’s wrestle tonight… in private. If you win, I’ll enter the wet T-shirt contest tomorrow night. If I win, you’ll mud wrestle with me here on Wednesday night. OK??”
I didn’t have to think it over. “OK. It’s a deal.” I reached over the table and we shook hands to seal the deal.
We were done with our food and chased down the rest of our beer before heading out the door. Feeling good about events that were about to transpire, we had left a very hefty tip for the waitress. I’m sure she wondered what was up with us.
We made small talk about the swimming fight as we drove back to the Marpon, anticipation growing by the moment. Once inside at the lobby, I asked “My suite or yours…”
“That’s easy. I’ll take home field advantage,” she teased.
I was sure there was no such thing in a battle such as we were about to have, but still I quipped, “then I get to select who receives.”
“Don’t you wish… don’t you wish,” she said as we entered the room. “I’m ready to go anytime. Let’s just move some of the furniture around.”
“OK,” I replied, looking around. Katie’s room was a little different than mine. I had a king-size bed with the suite portion having a TV, couch and worktable nearby. Somehow Katie had gotten more deluxe accommodations. She had a main area with TV, couch, recliner and worktable, plus a separate room with king-size bed, and another TV, to boot!
“Pretty nice digs,” I continued. “You must rate higher than me.”
“C’mon over here and help me with this table,” she ordered, not wanting to waste any time.
There was little to do in getting the room ready. I suddenly realized I was wearing my nice new Hawaiian shirt. “I think I’ll take off my shirt. I wouldn’t want to ruin it or anything.” I wanted to take my shirt off anyway, just in case Katie had similar thoughts.
“Yeah right,” she said with a harrumph. “Same with me.”
I watched carefully as Katie unbuttoned her blouse, setting it aside nearby. I did the same as Katie, watching me shed my shirt, was clearly considering something. Katie wore a black lace bra that barely contained her massive breasts. Her hard, erect nipples protruded through the soft fabric. But the bra looked very uncomfortable, having to support such a hefty weight.
We faced each other, and Katie spoke. “We’ll wrestle, without interruption, until one of us ‘gives’ to the other, saying ‘Uncle’”.
It was a statement, not a question. I nodded my understanding.
Katie smiled, unsnapped her bra in back, throwing it to the side, saying, “This would just get in the way, anyways.”
We faced off in the main room of the suite, circling each other warily in front of the couch. Katie’s breasts were awesome, unslung from their previous confinement, swaying from side to side as we maneuvered to begin. Katie was smiling, but I could see she was taking this seriously, too. We would find out who was better this night, one of us being forced to submit to the other.
I decided to start first, rushing Katie and knocking her backwards onto the couch. I jumped on top of Katie, straddling her at the waist, grabbing her hands to control her. I pressed forward against her chest, pancaking her bulbous breasts against my chest. Sure enough, a jolt of electricity surged through my body as we connected.
I had her for the moment, but it didn’t last long. Katie forced me over and I was now on my back on the couch cushions with her on top, but at least my legs were wrapped around her in a scissors lock at her waist. I squeezed as best I could, but Katie was starting to stand up on the couch for added leverage. Our hands were still locked in a clasp, and her breasts dangled tantalizingly above me as we struggled. I squeezed again, and I could see some effect. Katie grimaced, but put it aside, instead forcing my legs back even further, her breasts now just inches above my face. Now I was the one grimacing painfully as my body stretched beyond its normal limits. I had to do something, so I rolled her to the side and off of the couch. We landed on the floor with a thud, with Katie sitting upright and me sitting on her, facing her, still maintaining the scissors lock. Our hands remained clasped as I secured my legs even tighter around her waist. This drew our chests together again as we struggled with our hands. Sure enough… a jolt of electricity again. And then my rigid rod began to tickle the underside of her huge breasts as we drew together. I gasped in pure delight as her breasts caressed my manhood. I was shocked at how much I was enjoying the match, not wanting it to ever be over.
But reality set in as Katie freed her hands from mine, knocking us onto our sides, and twisting free of my scissors lock. She rolled away, making sure I didn’t try anything else for the moment. We rose to our knees, facing off once more.
“You’re highly motivated tonight,” she said breathlessly. “I’ll have to work that much harder.”
I responded by trying to rush her again, but it wasn’t easy on our knees. I lunged forward clumsily and Katie outmaneuvered me, catching me in a headlock from the side. I could tell she had done this before as she applied more pressure. All I could do was try to move away, but it didn’t work. Instead, Katie was leading me around the room and I had to stay with her to avoid more pressure. Then she worked her way behind me in a kneeling/sitting position and yanked my head down into her lap. I was still in a headlock and now her other arm had surrounded me as well, around my back to the shoulder. Her breasts were pressed against the side of my face and I gasped for each breath. Katie had me completely under her control as I just tried to get enough air to continue.
As I became aware of the closeness of Katie’s breasts, I realized that her plan was to smother me with them. As she tried to twist my face around, I realized how much danger I was in. Those two huge breasts would make short work of me if I got caught this way. I frantically pushed her arms up over my head, and she very nearly prevented me from doing so, but now I was free of the headlock.
I quickly returned the favor, reversing the hold completely, swinging around behind Katie, now holding her helplessly on my lap with the same headlock upon her. Katie’s large naked breasts glimmered with sweat from exertion. I pulled hard on the headlock, enjoying the way her breasts jiggled as she groped to get free. But I had her good now and wasn’t about to let go.
With an amazing effort, Katie managed to rise to her feet, and I had to follow in order to maintain the hold. I worked my way behind her, grabbing her arm, and applying a hammerlock, as well. Katie’s attempt at escape had backfired, and I now controlled her completely. I alternated pressure, first the headlock, and then the hammerlock, and I could see it was taking a toll on her. Katie tried to run me around the room, but we would just ram into the wall, or whatever, with little effect. I just kept applying more pressure, as a warning for her that escape was hopeless.
But then one time, we barreled into the reclining chair, falling into the depths of its high arms. I landed on my back in the chair and had to release both of the holds. As Katie spun around to confront me face-to-face, I tried to slip away beneath her. Big mistake!! As my butt hit the floor, my head and shoulders were still on the chair, with my arms held high. Katie pounced on my shoulders and arms, pinning them down with her knees and shins. Her short-shorts were hiked way up and her magic spot was only inches from my face. Under other circumstances, this might be interesting. But I knew Katie’s aim was a face-sit smother. What a way to go, I thought, but I wasn’t done yet.
Katie inched up cautiously towards my face, not wanting to let her advantage slip away. As her crotch came into contact with my face, I tried not to panic, trying to think of a way to free myself before having to submit. As she held me in place, I worked my arms down around behind her until they were upon her ass. Then I grabbed her shorts and tugged as hard as I could. At first, her shorts just came down a little, probably exposing her butt crack a little. Then finally she tumbled backwards off of me.
I was too staggered to take good advantage of my lucky escape, shakily getting to my feet. At least Katie appeared to be in the same condition, getting up to her feet and pulling her shorts back up. “You know, that wouldn’t have worked if we were fighting in the nude,” she said with some attitude before resuming.
“Nice thought, but I’m sure I’d have figured something else out,” I replied with equal attitude.
We were both tired and cranky, not giving each other an inch of ground. We fought back and forth for some time, both taking the battle quite seriously. Neither of us would give up, and I knew this fight would set the future tone of our relationship. Did Katie need to win in order to want me? Or did she need to lose? And what did I need? And then I remembered our discussion at supper and realized the answer. It didn’t matter who won, only that we fought well, giving our all to the battle.
Every so often our chests would grind together and I’d still get that jolt of electricity, in spite of my worn condition. I was amazed that it was still exciting after the many times we’d made contact that way.
We were now staggering around the room on our feet, not sure how to end this titanic struggle. I spotted the open bedroom door and raced for the king-size bed, looking for a softer surface upon which to finish our fight. Katie must have thought I was trying to escape, as she ran after me tackling me from behind, landing hard on top of me on the bed.
I was face down and Katie was lying on top, catching her breath. She whispered in my ear, “You didn’t think you could get away that easily, did you?”
“I wasn’t trying to get away. That would be the last thing I’d want to do. I just wanted to finish our fight on a nice soft bed.”
“Oooh,” she purred a bit friendlier this time. “I can understand that. And what then… being in a bed and all?”
“Don’t worry. After I win I’ll be sure to show you,” I challenged.
“Don’t be too sure about who’s showing who. I’m on top right now and I intend to win, even if it takes me all night,” she replied in kind.
“A nice prospect, fighting all night with you,” I responded.
“Flatterer” was Katie’s only reply as she put me in a full nelson. The pressure was enormous, and I wasn’t sure whether I could hold out very long. Katie forced us to roll over so that her back was to the mattress. I was trapped in the full nelson, with her massive, naked breasts resting against my shoulders. And then things got worse. She wrapped her legs around my torso from behind, entwining me completely in a scissors lock. I was trapped even worse than before!!
Katie alternated the pressure between the scissors and the full nelson, never allowing me a moment’s respite. Finally, she asked, “Ready to submit?? Is the pain more than you can bear?”
“Not yet!” I managed to gasp out.
“Just let me know… I’m prepared to be merciful” she taunted confidently.
With that, I tried anew to roll away, but Katie just rolled along with me, continuing to maintain both holds. But my plan wasn’t simply to roll away. We were now getting close to the edge of the bed, and one more roll would do it. I think Katie was too busy daydreaming of what was to follow my supposed submission, because she didn’t realize what was going on until it was too late. We landed hard on the floor, Katie taking the brunt of it beneath me. She let out a great ‘ooofff’, unable to continue either hold.
I got up as quickly as I could, but Katie rose quite slowly, somewhat dazed. I felt guilty taking advantage, but I was sure she’d want it that way. I pushed her face down onto the bed and climbed on top. I pulled her legs back against her butt, and then leaned into her back as I pulled back on one of her arms. I heard her stifle a short gasp of pain and knew I had her in trouble. If I remembered correctly, this maneuver was called an anaconda, and judging from her response, it must have been painful. I asked her the fateful question, “Ready to submit? I, too, can be merciful.”
There was no reply at first, but then she grunted, “No way. I’m still in this fight.”
I was impressed with Katie’s strength of will and determination. Even in a hold such as this, she wouldn’t give in. After a while of this, I decided to switch holds. Maybe something else would work. I released her legs and climbed onto Katie’s back, sitting on her just below the butt. I grabbed both of her arms, yanking back hard in a surfboard hold. Unexpectedly, Katie’s chest lifted up as I did this, exposing her humongous breasts to the mirrored clothes closet across from the bed. I released pressure momentarily, and then applied it again, repeating the maneuver so that I could watch her breasts shimmy and sway back and forth each time. Katie could see me watching in the mirror, but there was little she could do to stop me from enjoying the show.
I pulled hard on her arms again and asked the question once more. ”Ready to submit? Is the pain more than you can bear?”
Katie waited for me to release the pressure before replying. “How could I quit now and spoil your little show. I see you oogling my breasts, and it’s just a matter of time before I free myself and use them against you.”
Her determination was as magnificent as her breasts. I yanked again on her arms, but this time she twisted her body around and I fell off her to the side. Katie quickly rolled away, off the side of the bed, rubbing her arms and getting the circulation going again. I, too, had rolled off the bed to the other side, so now we stood on the floor on opposite sides of the bed, preparing to continue the titanic struggle, but in no real hurry at this point. A moment’s respite was all right with me.
“You almost had me there. I was nearly over the edge,” she mumbled almost unintelligibly. “But your oogling my breasts gave me the chance to escape.”
“Well its nice to know you’re not unbeatable,” I replied. “I was beginning to wonder. And you can’t blame me for admiring the view. You have an incredible body.”
“You’re no slouch yourself,” this time a little more clearly. “I’ve never had a match like this one. Either way, it’s been a pleasure to fight with you.”
“Likewise. I can’t believe we’ve been at it this long without a winner. You’re an incredible fighter, and a very exciting one, too.” My speech was a little sappy, but it expressed what I was feeling, so there.
“Thanks, and you, too,” she replied. “Now let’s get up on the bed and finish this thing before we both drop from exhaustion.”
And with that we both climbed onto the bed, kneeling towards each other, pondering how best to continue. Katie spoke again. “How about a test of strength. We haven’t done that yet, and it might be kind of interesting after all this exertion.”
“Okay, let’s do it,” I replied, moving towards the center of the bed to meet her. We locked our hands together in an unbreakable clasp and began to struggle.
Katie proved to have more reserve strength than I had imagined as she forced my wrists backward, nearly forcing me down. Her breasts again pressed hard against my chest as I forced her back to a neutral position. As usual, the apparent jolt of electricity pulsed through my body. Katie seemed to notice, pausing momentarily to ask, “What are you feeling when we touch that way… you know at our chests?”
“It’s like a jolt of electricity coursing through my body. So far, it’s happened every time your breasts have pressed against me. Do you feel it, too?” I queried.
“Yeah, that’s why I keep doing it. But let’s keep at it. I’m still eager to beat you.”
“Likewise,” I replied as we reapplied pressure at the wrists and arms, this time making major contact at the chest, trying to overpower the other. My head was spinning with jolts of electricity as her breasts pummeled my chest. I was being overwhelmed by their sheer power, ultimately being forced onto my back with Katie lying right on top of me, breasts to chest.
She must have known this was the way to control me, or maybe she was enjoying it, too. I was still overwhelmed with the powerful sensations coursing through me, and unaware that Katie was securing her position all the more. Slowly, she grapevined her legs around mine, securing them completely. The she slid her breasts upwards along my chest inching ever closer towards my face. She knew it was all but over, but in my stupor I struggled anyway as those huge breasts dangled just inches above my lips, teasing me tantalizingly. I wanted badly to kiss them, but as they came closer I finally realized their true intention.
I barely had time to catch any sort of breath as Katie expertly applied a breast smother to my face. My arms flailed around, trying to get free, but Katie soon grabbed them, holding them down tightly. After a moment, Katie raised herself up, allowing me to breathe. I gasped quick, deep breaths, trying to recover.
“No you don’t!” she said, pressing her breasts once again to my face. I was helpless and she knew it.
Again, Katie raised herself up a little, and I was careful to breathe a little slower, lest I incur further wrath.
“What do you think? I’ve got your legs entwined in mine, and your arms are useless beneath mine. Plus, my breasts are keeping you from getting a proper breath of air. So, I ask again. Are you ready to submit? Let me give you a moment to decide.”
And with that, Katie lowered those mammoth breasts onto my face again, pressing harder and longer than ever before. When she finally let up, I gasped hard for air, spitting out the words “I submit” as quickly as I could.
Katie began to lower her breasts onto me again, but this time at chest level. She released my hands and we embraced, kissing and fondly feverishly. I didn’t mind her legs still holding mine intertwined in a grapevine. It suggested a course of action we both knew to be inescapable.
Katie whispered in my ear, “Your submission is accepted.”
And I whispered back, “Just wait until Wednesday. I’ll have my revenge.”
As we kissed, she held me down firmly again, taking pleasure at being on top and in control. Finally, Katie raised herself up again, sliding her breasts slowly down my body as her hands peeled my shorts away. Talk about electricity as her breasts reached my naked manhood, sliding slowly downward. I thought I might faint from the experience, but then Katie was kneeling nearby holding my shorts and peeling hers away. She tossed them both to the side and then climbed back on board. Katie began to ride my manhood, and as she did, I noticed she was watching her performance in the mirror, enjoying the moment for everything it was worth.
I greatly enjoyed my view, too, as I groped and fondled those amazing mammaries. Meanwhile, Katie continued to ride, ultimately riding us into ecstasy.
The End… at least until Wednesday night.