Finace Fight
by Romantic Jock

Ch. 1
I got to experience one of the most erotic things I’ve ever been involved in my life last weekend. Like any really, truly nasty fight, it all began with a domestic dispute. My fiancé’s ex called her up and wanted to see his son that she has custody of during the holidays. She rightly refused as he was abusive during the marriage and she has a restraining order out against him. So the ex’s new gf gets on the phone and trying to play mediator, suggests that she comes over to pick him up and deliver him to his dad. My fiancé says that she is not going to let her kid go with anyone of questionable motives and anyone with her ex- definitely fits the bill. The gf, a bit insulted and pissed at this point, tries to salvage the situation by saying if the kid is going to get used to his new step-mommy then she is going to have to see him. My fiancé is now going ballistic and states there is no fucking way in hell the girl or her ex- is going to be seeing the kid anytime soon if she has anything to say about it, then says something about the questionable origin of the gf’s birth and a goat I guess, so now the new woman is yelling and cursing, saying she will take on my fiancé any time any place and that is when I knew that things were going to get interesting…
See, my fiancé, whose name is Larissa by the way, after she divorced her scumbag ex was pretty steamed at life in general. I who knew her when we were growing up together was mostly exempt from her temper as I think I represented an earlier, more idyllic time in her life, but everyone and everything else was fair game. I remember once when we were first dating, on one of her rare ‘non-mommy’ nights out, we went to a dance club and she got into a catfight right off the dance floor with some drunk woman who sloppily spilled her drink on her. By the time the bouncers could break them up, Larissa’s dress was pulled down and she was disheveled and showing her bra, but the other woman was bleeding from the nose and was nearly topless. I hustled her to a nearby hotel as quickly as possible and we spent the night fucking, her ardor from the fight and my hard on from seeing it working to act in near perfect unison. It was at this point that we each discovered a mutually beneficial point to our relationship, one that I think made us perfect for each other, she was still so pissed off and full of rage from her abusive relationship and like to fight other women to blow off steam, and I enjoyed watching her fight.
Another time when I was at work, I came home to find her nude in stockings only covered up by a black silk kimono I had given her and sporting a shiner. She kissed me passionately and pushed me down on the bed in the master bedroom as she started a movie. It was a nude boxing match of her and another woman fighting in a shabby motel room. Larissa later told me that she had gotten into an argument with a lady at the supermarket and the lady had foolishly challenged her to settle it “like a woman”. Larissa surprised her by agreeing then handing her a counter challenge, saying she wanted to box naked and film it, winner got to keep the tape. The fight ended with Larissa standing over her beaten and bruised foe, then sitting on her face and bringing herself to a screeching, squirting orgasm from the woman’s tongue. As I watched my fiancé dominating this mangled feminine form, Larissa was smiling and playing with my member, getting it as stiff as it would ever get. As the tape got to the point when Larissa was getting herself off on the other woman’s face, Larissa smiled seductively and clamped her lips down on my cock as I began to pour my load down her throat. She took it all and swallowed, smiling at me in the aftermath, a thin dribble hanging from the corner of her lip, and said she was up for fighting whomever and wherever it called for.
Well this was definitely one of those times it was called for. After some more name calling, both girls quieted down and got down to the business of planning the fight. They settled on some basic rules and decided it would be at our timeshare bungalow we keep near a lake, mostly for this kind of thing. It was the offseason so no one of our group should have any objections to us using it, and since it was very secluded there was no chance of us being discovered. After all the bases were covered, Larissa then ended with “Hell bitch, if you can beat me I will allow you to come and pick up my son after all!” So there were more stakes to this fight than mere bragging rights.
The fight was scheduled for Friday night, and I had a good feeling that there was going to be more fireworks than I thought. After she got off the phone, Larissa practically jumped on me and we fucked hard right there in the hallway. After we finished, she said to get used to a short dry spell here, and no jerking off either, as she had added a sexual stakes component to the match that might involve me as well, and me and her ex- were going to both be there. My cock stiffened up again when she said this and swelled even more when she also hinted that there was going to be another surprise to the match that she would only tell me about once we were all there. I was rock hard again by that point and pleaded to her to at least put off the dry spell until after I had coaxed another orgasm from the both of us and she laughed and said that could be done…
As the week wore on, I couldn’t help but by more and more turned on my fiancé’s focus towards this fight. And the preparations for it as well, there were a couple overnight packages that arrived which were snatched up by Larissa as soon as she saw them. She also went to the tanning beds at the local spa this week, something she normally doesn’t do. Then I noticed she had an appointment at a salon she uses for a haircut, but when she got home there was no outward change in her hairstyle. She laughed when I inquired about it, and replied that those weren’t the hairs she was trying to get sorted out. I almost came in my pants upon hearing that.
Friday couldn’t come soon enough for, I suspect, all of us, most definitely Larissa and I. We dropped her son off at my parents, telling them we were going to go for an intimate weekend at the lakehouse before it froze over, which I guess was as good a lie as we were going to tell for it. We got there and I started to set up the front living room for fight time while Larissa went up to get the master and guest bedrooms ready. As soon as I was ready there was a knock on the door, our playmates were here already. The ex’s gf flounced in first, a curly bottle blonde with a pretty face dressed in a full-length fur coat, a small make up clutch grasped in her hands. She looked me up and down appraisingly and I could swear she licked her lips subtly, but could not tell as my fiancé’s ex, let’s call him Brad, took her roughly by the arm and rudely asked where their place to get ready was. He was about my height, but skinnier, and it was no secret that I hated him for what he had put my fiancé through.
We had even had a tussle ourselves, once when me and Larissa were coming back home from a date night out immediately following their very bitter custody battle. I was kind of tipsy and he was falling down drunk, he came at us in the street staggering over to Larissa, yanking on her arm and demanding she give him his son. As soon as he touched her my alcohol-addled lizard brain went into action and for the next 5 seconds every boxing, wrestling, and combat sports move I had learned over the years in my amateur MMA career was delivered with overwhelming force. By the time some bystanders managed to pick me off him, he was a crumpled heap on the sidewalk, blood streaming from his mouth and nose and both eyes starting to swell. His drinking buddies from inside the bar he had flown out of, whom I gathered had egged him on in the first place, now stood stunned that I had dispatched their buddy so quickly. They were preparing for a full on brawlers’ rush when luckily for them a squad car pulled up. The cops got everyone’s story including most importantly Larissa’s, and decided they didn’t need to get involved in what was clearly related to a domestic custody dispute, so they advised Brad’s buddies that it would be in their best interest to take him to an ER far away and say he got into a bar fight, and advised me to get indoors sharpish. We were staying at a hotel down the block anyways, and as soon as we got in the room door Larissa jumped my bones, saying later that was the first time she had felt safe in years. Whenever I had to see Brad later on, I could still see where his nose crooked a bit where they couldn’t put it back quite straight and it made me smile.
I silently pointed them to the guest bedroom where he led her and went up to the master bedroom to let Larissa know they were here. Inside I found her sitting at the beauty center sitting in the black kimono putting on some subtle mascara make up around her brown eyes, her brown hair pulled up in a stylish bun, some white stockings peeking out from underneath the robe. I was mesmerized by her, always had been even growing up, and she was mature enough now to appreciate the attention. I came up behind her and started stroking her shoulders, then nibbling her ear lobe, she giggled and playfully tried to shoo me away. I then told her that Brad and her opponent was here, and she got down to business right away against this bitch that thought she was going to take her son away from her. “Bianca” she said when I had replied I didn’t know her name, “its Bianca and now I am going to fuck her up, big time, for interfering in this family business”.
We went down to the living room to find Bianca and Brad were already sitting on one end of the room, Brad in the chair and Bianca in a conferring position with him, speaking in furious whispers. As soon as we came down they separated, both of them glaring at Larissa. Larissa glared right back and stood near the heavy chair in our corner, never breaking her gaze. I sat down in the chair and the combatants glared at each other until I cleared my throat. Fight trance broken, Larissa then began to speak.
“Ok bitch, here we are, two cunts ready to fight, all out, no hold barred, only rules no eye gouging and we fight in stockings, heels, and elbow length PVC gloves” I gave a start at that, as that was a particular fetish I like to see, stockings and gloves, and to see a fight in that, oh boy… Brad looked a bit stunned as well, as if he had not been privy to the full rules either as Larissa continued. “The boys will be handcuffed to those seats, so there is no chance of interference, and as an added bonus, the other woman will hold the key to the cuffs during the fight” Wait, what was this? Did I hear this correctly? How were they going to- “To ensure that the key itself is not used as a weapon by either, it will also be used as the objective, the goal itself instead of a knockout or submission, although both those would be acceptable enroute as well. The key will be inserted into this hollow ben-wah ball and the woman is allowed to use whatever skills or anatomy she can to protect it from the other getting it she can, and I;m going to tell you right now bitch, I;m going to put it in my pussy as I know mine can take on your weak little cunt any day of the week!” Bianca’s pretty face grew nasty at that as Larissa continued on, there was more to this? “ Loser belongs to the winning couple for the night, and by belongs I means totally owned by, as in I am going to enjoy watching my MAN ream out your cute little asshole while you lick my feet, clear with that?”
Bianca gave a curt nod “I’m fine with those stakes, bitch, although it is going to be Brad plowing your asshole wide open when we are done here!” I expected Larissa to respond to that with invective but she merely continued on with the terms. “Losing male has to sit there and watch the fight and most of the consequences, and may be obligated to participate in some way however the winners choose,” she finished, looking wolfishly direct at Brad who started and protested that was not in the original agreement, but Bianca cut him off and told him to shut up, that she would win this. I would not have traded anything in the world to be in Brad’s position should Larissa win, as I know she will take some measure of vicious payback on him should she win.
“Now, I think it’s time to let these boys see what we are going to be fighting in, don’t you think?” And with that Larissa let the robe fall away, revealing her fighting attire, which was to say virtually nothing. Her thigh high white stockings revealed gorgeous shapely tanned legs leading up to a nice heart shaped ass. Her breasts, a C on her small 5’3” frame appeared large, and with the addition of the milk from the baby it swelled her breasts to almost a D topped with stiff chocolate brown nipples. The tanning bed had done its job well as there were no lines I could see on that tapestry I knew so well, and at the V between her legs there was a well groomed landing strip of brown hair leading to her precious chasm. There was a bit of dew already at the bottom of the landing strip, and I could tell from the slightly pungent aroma that Larissa was already aroused. Her brown eyes merely gazed back at her opponent, challenging her to dare strip and confront her.
To her credit Bianca did not hesitate. She shrugged off the while terrycloth bathrobe she was wearing and revealed black fishnet stockings. Her alabaster legs gleamed in the soft light and shaped up to her generous bubble butt in the back. Her own clam yard sale was much like Larissa’s, Light brown and nicely shaven but with a good bit of growth out front, as if challenging my fiancé’s bush. Her flat stomach was nicely rippled, as I will say she had that over Larissa after the birth, and her breasts were the same alabaster, slightly smaller than Larissa’s I would guess a C, topped by pink nipples that were beginning to stiffen. Her blue eyes peered back at Larissa from underneath a strategically messy mop of short curly blonde hair, as if knowing that she was at least a match for her in the looks department. The light brown pubes at the V of her legs I could swear were glistening slightly in the low light, indicating she was as turned on as Larissa was by this unveiling of combatants.
The PVC gloves were on a table near the side of the fight area, and both women slinked over to it, putting on a show as much for the benefit of the other people as for themselves I suspected. As they reached the table at the same time, they both paused, sizing their naked opponent up close for the first time. Larissa was about half an inch shorter and small, feminine glances were as much weapons here as lazers with which I could see how the battle was going by how long the glances lingered on certain places. Larissa’s smirk while looking at Bianca’s smaller tits and Bianca’s smile as she compared her defined tummy to Larissa’s untoned one were the major victories in this silent war. As if by mutual agreement, they reached down at the same time and began putting on the gloves, pulling them up as far as they would go to mid-bicep, white for Larissa and black for Bianca to match their stockings. The tough PVC material would put a damper on any thoughts of nail play that either woman had designs on as it would blunt all kinds of scratching attacks. When both girls were satisfied with how well the gloves fit, they returned their glare back to each other. “Want to give the gloves a try out, bitch? I’ll even let you go first” challenged Larissa, mockery in her eyes.
Bianca’s blue eyes flashed but she only replied with “If you insist cunt…” before unleashing a furious stinging slap that cracked Larissa across the face and staggered her a half step back. Larissa looked stunned and her hands instinctively went to her face, then stopped, mad at herself for showing any weakness, and unleashed a downward slap at Bianca. While it did stagger the blonde back a bit, the damage wasn’t nearly as bad as Bianca’s had been, and the blonde smiled out from underneath the red mark across her face. Larissa looked pissed at herself for both her weakness and merely picked up a pair of handcuffs and matching key and stalked over to Brad, man I didn’t envy him at this moment.
As Larissa and Brad got in a furious whispered argument, Bianca picked up her handcuffs and sauntered over to me, the red mark beginning to welt on her face looking more like a badge of honor to her. Sensuously she took my hands in hers and brought them up in front of me, to more easily put the handcuffs on I supposed. Then before I even knew what she was doing, quick as a snake she reached behind me and pulled off my t shirt, leaving me bare-chested. Her mouth went into a little O of surprise as she saw my flat stomach and not bad looking pecs and she licked her lips as she sat down on my lap and maneuvered my arms behind me to cuff them behind my back, grinding her naked pussy onto my basketball shorts covered cock. Seeing her sexy little twat grinding on me and getting her juices on my shorts caused my prick to stand up straight in my shorts and feeling it against her bottom she smiled. “I was not expecting the bitch to have such good taste in men here,” she whispered into my ear. “I can’t wait to have some fun with you later, as I know my man is only interested in putting his cock into that little bitch’s ass to teach her a lesson, but you and me, we are going to have some fun later…” she smirked at that and reaching into my shorts gave my bare cock a tug ensuring it was as hard as it has ever been waiting for this lithe little blonde haired goddess to clash with my sexy finace.
As Bianca stepped off me and sauntered back over to the other side of the room, I could see that Larissa was also coming over to me with a satisfied smirk on her face. I then noticed Brad was looking a bit pale there, so I could guess she did take some advantage of his being tied up. The ben-weh ball was sparkling in her hands as she playfully tossed it back and forth. Bianca stepped up to meet her, her own ball cocked in her R hand. Larissa unscrewed her ball then dropped the key in, sealing it up tight, then began to talk shit as Bianca copied her moves. “Ok, now you know where I am going to be putting this,” she said, giving her crotch a pat, “ and I dare you to try and take it from me. In fact, in the interests of fairness, why don’t you place it for me?” she asked sweetly, challenging Bianca and offering her the miniature globe. Bianca looked a bit surprised but was game as she took the pro-offered ball and stepped up to fully match up with her. For a minute I could see the tension in the air, Larissa’s short brown hair and tanned skin with white gloves and stockings and full tits with nipples engorged fully matching up to Bianca’s curly blonde hair with alabaster skin and black fishnets with gloves and perky nipples pointing out over a toned stomach. Then Bianca stepped in close and dipping her fingers, began to oh so slowly extend her glove covered fingers with the ben-weh ball in them towards the brown landing strip over Larissa’s labia and then was past them and pushing the shiny ball into Larissa’s pussy lips.
Despite the incredible tension, Larissa let out a small sigh of pleasure at her enemy’s touching of her lower lips. I could tell she was biting her tongue to keep from crying out in pleasure as we had played similar games before and she really got off on the ratcheting up of the tension that came with foreplay, something that was definitely not to her advantage here I realized. The increased juiciness of her cunt from all the stimulation would make the ball much more slippery and easy to come out, and would take all the control of her pelvic muscles to clamp down and keep it from squirting out. I knew she could get quite wet down there, I could only hope that her opponent was the same way. At the moment Bianca was slightly smirking as her fingers plunging deeply into Larissa’s pink gash, three of them, and pushing the ball in ever so slowly. Larissa’s eyes were half closed and had a distant, far away look, the kind I knew all too well and meant she was on the verge of an orgasm. Brad, the little shit was watching this with a wicked grin and an animal lust in his eyes, as if he couldn’t wait to slip off the cuffs and ravage his ex-wife after she was beaten.
I was not going to let that happen, not this early in the game anyways. “Alright Bianca, that’s far enough in there now, I don’t think it’s going to go any farther”. And just like that the dream disintegrated as Larissa was able to concentrate on something other than Bianca’s agile fingers. She opened her eyes, smiled wolfishly at Bianca, then while still staring at her, reached down with her other hand and grabbed her wrist and actually started pushing Bianca’s hand deeper into her pussy, as if to challenge my statement.
“I think that’s good enough don’t you bitch, you can let go now, cunt” Larissa said when most of Bianca’s fingers’ length were inside her. Bianca, looking slightly put out, opened her fingers and slowly withdrew from Larissa’s depths. Larissa gave a slight shudder as her enemy’s fingertips brushed her now swollen clit then she smiled as Bianca offered her own ball to Larissa, and for the first time the blonde looked a little apprehensive. Larissa decided on a two handed approach to insertion here, using her left hand she went down and smoothed the damp hair over rival’s mound and then spread Bianca’s lips with her fingers.
Now it was Bianca’s turn to close her eyes and shudder, as Larissa smiled hungrily and kept probing with her left hand. “Oooh, you have got a nice little pink pearl right here, don’t you bitch? I bet you would like it if I did something like this…” With her left hand holding her rival’s labia wide open, she brought her right with the ball in it and mashed the smooth surface up against the prominent bundle of flesh of Bianca’s clit. I could see a visible shudder of Bianca’s body and it looked like her knees almost buckled as Larissa did all she could to stimulate the prominent bunch of nerves at her enemy’s front entrance. It looked like Brad wanted to protest, but even he could see that Larissa was pushing the ball, ever so slowly, towards Bianca’s now dripping cunt, she was just taking her sweet time about it. The ball was inching in, and Larissa was doing all she could to make sure her rival could feel it while still stimulating her clit with the other hand. She didn’t stop with only 3 finger like Bianca did to her pussy either, I knew she had small hands but seeing all 4 of my fiance’s finger in the pink maw of Bianca’s cunt was a new experience for me. For Bianca too I think, as she began to thrash in Larissa’s grip, but Larissa held firm, until finally satisfied, she let her rival off the hook, disengaging her crotch claw from her opponent, and bringing a visible look of relief from the blonde. Waving her girl goo coated fingers in front of the still heaving blonde, she then brought the jism to her mouth and gave it a slow lick off her PVC covered fingers. “Hmmm, you taste delicious whore, I can’t wait to beat you,” And with that Larissa swiftly swung down her hand down and delivered a stinging slap to Bianca’s buttcheek. The blonde yelped, then decided to return the favor, delivering a hard smack to Larissa’s generous cheek. The stinging hand prints stood out visibly on the women, although they were more prominent on the alabaster blonde than on Larissa. Each woman studied her handiwork, then satisfied, proceeded to go back to their manacled man for a short break before the main event.
As the sheer stocking-clad, white gloved goddess sashayed in front of my vision, I could feel my dick getting as hard as I could ever remember it being. Granted most pertinent memories were being eclipsed by the events happening here and now, but I could feel my subconscious giving the OK to purge all non-essential events in preparation of what would be the best night of my life. Larissa, seeing my package fully expand in my shorts, grinned and sat down naked cowgirl style facing me, draping her gloved arms around my neck and pulling me close for a full on French kiss. Felt like kissing a viper, and as our tongues disengaged, I felt her pulling her head back. “Wish me luck, lover boy,” she said, a smile curling her lips as she stood up. Getting a further look at the V I knew so well between her legs, I could see that it was definitely wet as I saw some of her juice dripping down her inner thighs.
“Keep your eyes on the prize but don’t forget to protect yourself at all times,” I replied. Larissa smiled again, message received, and as she got up to meet her adversary in the middle of the room I could see her brown heart-shaped ass winking at me in the low light.
Instead of meeting in the middle like they had done, the women stopped near the edges, each readying themselves in a crouch, like wild jungle cats ready to pounce on each other. They circled each other to the right, gloved arms out as if to stabilize, knees bent but legs not particularly spread, as each realized they did not want to give their enemy any easy access to the prize. They each circled about a quarter of the way around the big living room, then as if by mutual assent, they lunged at each other. The battle was joined.
In the initial onslaught, each woman went for different targets, Larissa going for the alabaster boobs of Bianca and the blonde for her part going for Larissa’s head, looking like she was trying to seize the short brown head of hair. I could tell Larissa wanted to start damaging Bianca’s goods and force the blonde to concentrate on defending her attacks, but Bianca had a good idea to go for Larissa’s head and hair and try to control her body with it. Although with Bianca’s arms raised higher to go for her head, Larissa had better access to the blonde’s chest, and she was making it count, punching the blonde’s right tit with her left and getting a grip on the left with her right hand and squeezing. The pain caused Bianca to open her mouth in an O and moan in pain while unconsciously trying to arch her back in a C and straighten her arms in an attempt to get the brunette hell mistress off her tits. Realizing she still had a hold of the brunette’s head, Bianca used her leverage and shook Larissa from side to side as dog would a rat to disorient her. It worked, as Larissa had to stop throwing punches to allow her to get her balance again. She still held on to the blonde’s left tit though, and eventually with all the wild head swinging Bianca was doing, was able to regain her balance and get to the blonde’s left side, with the blonde still maintaining a death grip on Larissa’s hair.
I sincerely hoped at this point that Bianca had had no training in judo as this looked to be a prime position for a hip toss. Luckily at this point Larissa was able to drag the blonde closer and get another grip, this time in her own blonde hair. Bianca let out a screech at this point, as she was getting ripped apart from both directions. She had to do something and she knew it, so she let go of her grip on Larissa’s hair with her right hand and began pounding Larissa’s left side with her fist. The blows weren;t particularly well thrown or powerful, but they were thrown in a fury and there were a lot of them, and in this contest between 2 hellcats that counted for a lot. Now Larissa had to respond, and she did so in brilliant fashion, catching one of Bianca’s clumsy hooks then drawing her closer in and shooting some upper cuts to the blonde’s toned belly. This made Bianca begin to keel over again and Larissa began to climb her shots until they were now impacting the blonde’s chest, thudding into her perky tits. This battle of the bosoms wasn;t going particularly well for the blonde, and her hair hold on Larissa seemed to not be accomplishing much (plus the fact that Larissa had a pretty strong neck for a female, she enjoyed giving me blowjobs much longer than all my previous experiences), so she had to change tactics.
Taking advantage once Larissa’s arm was cocked back for a blow, she finally let go of her hair grip and rushed forward in an awkward bear hug, mashing her now reddened tits into Larissa;s. Larissa tried in vain to get in a few more punches including some kidney shots, but it wasn’t going to help, as I could see what was coming next. I swear Bianca looked at me and winked as she pulled Larissa closer and then used her momentum tangled her fishnet clad legs into Larissa’s sheer ones and crashed both women to the ground, with her on top. I was worried that the impact would propel the balls out of one of the women’s pussies, but luckily I underestimated the pelvic grips of both females and there was no overt sign from either of them, although I knew Larissa had to have gotten the worst of it being on bottom. Bianca was not going to let the opportunity go to waste either as as soon as she regained her breath she posted up and began raining first slaps then punches down onto the supine figure of Larissa, going first for the face then when Larissa was able to arch her head away, her boobs.
The slaps at first sounded like hitting a water balloon but then when the punches began, it was more like punching hamburger. Larissa began to shriek with Bianca getting more and more sure sighted and tried to block, but there was too much space to block and not enough room to move away. It was after a particularly vicious tit shot that I could see white fluid on the knuckles of Bianca’s black PVC gloves, and on the origination of the hit from Larissa’s brown nipple. It was the milk that Larissa had been using to feed her son with and that was now being punched out of Larissa’s boobs. I was astonished that it had taken this many of Bianca’s punches before showing itself, and Bianca was a bit taken aback as well. When she realized what was happening, she laughed and holding up her fist to Brad, said “Look honey, I;m milking this cow just like I said I would!”
I don’t know if it was the pain in her tits that motivated her, or the humiliation in front of her hated ex, but it galvanized Larissa to act, and act she did, getting her legs out of their tangle with Bianca’s and getting a scissor grip on the blonde’s waist, she sent an upper cut to her chin that momentarily stunned Bianca. As she was falling back from the blow, Larissa tilted her to the side, directing her foe to the ground with her scissor lock still in place. Now both entwined on the floor but with the better position, Larissa secured another hair lock with her left hand and reached down with her right between the blonde’s leg, gave Bianca’s wet pubes a squeeze. If I thought Bianca gave a shriek before, she positively screamed when Larissa began to start pulling out tufts of Bianca’s bush. Both Bianca’s hands flew to her crotch, trying to get Larissa’s hand away from the sensitive area. But Larissa had now gotten a finger into Bianca’s slit, and was trying to either fuck her or open it up to get the ball out, I couldn’t say. The milk was still somewhat dribbling down her chest, although not as quickly, and there was a fierce determined gaze in her eyes, as if to say “Fuck you for making me appear weak in front of my ex”
Bianca was sobbing now as Larissa continued to work on her once-proud bush. There were patches now in it that I could clearly see and Bianca’s slit was getting really red around where Larissa was roughly fingering her. Bianca’s hands, ineffectual in getting them off her pubes, tried to rip into Larissa’s own but was having trouble getting a grip at that angle, plus Larissa was able to use her left hand to swat it away whenever the blonde got near her own crotch. In desperation she aimed an awkward uppercut using the unique position of the 2 fighters on the ground at Larissa’s head to get her off balance. It connected surprisingly well, and Larissa’s back arched, stunned, giving Bianca a momentary advantage. The blonde followed up with a straight punch stabbing deep into Larissa’s soft belly, doubling her up and driving the wind out of the brunette. I could tell it really hurt her, and was shouting encouragement to keep her mind off the pain, while my brain registered Brad shouting at Bianca to further punish Larissa.
I don’t know what the blonde was thinking, perhaps she was trying to buy herself some time to get out of her predicament, but as Larissa was winded on the ground with her legs still part ways wrapped around the blonde, Bianca used a burst of speed to get her own legs free while at the same time grabbing Larissa’s chest in a bearhug. The sounds of sweaty, milk-covered tits smacked together in the small room and I could see Larissa’s face break out in a grimace as the pressure forced more milk from her battered tits. The tendons stood out on Bianca;s taut arms as she squeezed, trying to force the rest of the breath out of Larissa’s lungs and perhaps get her to pass out, as Larissa’s face was getting kind of red and purple from the exertion. Or maybe the blonde just wanted to punish her MILF tits a bit more as from the position I was it I saw a bit of a smirk on her face as she kept squeezing. Then her face registered puzzlement, then sudden realization, then shrieking again, as I could see Larissa’s fingers had gotten into the blonde’s snatch again and were pinching and manipulating the hell out of her pinks folds and clit area. The blonde let go of her hold and pushed off my fiancé to hold herself between her legs, pain written clearly across her features. Larissa was meanwhile just gulping down air and trying to get her breath back, taking advantage of the blonde’s reluctance to continue fighting for the moment.
Both battered brawlers were slow to get up, despite me and Brad’s exhortations. They each staggered to their knees, then noticing their opponents were in a vulnerable position as well, tried to rush over and take advantage. They hit more or less at the same time, with neither gaining any advantage, just tied up in an exhausted rough test of strength, each trying to keep the other’s hands away from their own vulnerable regions, while resting their heads on each other’s shoulders. Then Larissa was able to get an arm free by pulling back as far as she could then snaking it in to wrap around the blonde’s neck. Bianca, seeing that Larissa had a firm hold on her head, tried desperately to get her own hold on my fiancé or at least in a position to push her away, but it was tough as Larissa’s hands were locked and her tendons were straining. Bianca finally managed to get a hand on Larissa’s back, right as Larissa surged forward and caused the blonde to trip over the carpet, sending both women down in a heap.
They struggle for a bit until they ended up in a kind of high 69 position in that each girl’s head was firmly pressed into the other’s chest. Their arms were still wrapped around each other, as if very hesitant to let the other go and get any advantage or even to move from the position. Instead, first Bianca grabbed Larissa’s head in an upside down bearhug from that position and while it looked like she was just trying to keep Larissa there until she could figure out what to do next, she realized that a breast smother was still just as effective. Larissa, blinded and getting very little air, still had the presence of mind to also clasp Bianca around the head and pull her into her slightly larger bosom. Here is where I believe the fight began to show definite signs of ending, as Larissa’s milk-filled tits were softer and more pliable than Bianca’s pert mounds, making them much more elastic and able to cover the blonde’s airway more effectively. After just a few minutes, the hard breathing blonde realized the advantage Larissa’s larger tits gave her and began to try and get away, but Larissa was having none of it, and once the blonde managed to get her head out and suck in a big breath, she quickly pulled the blonde mop of hair right back into her tits.
A few minutes longer of this and Bianca was no longer trying to smother Larissa instead just merely trying to escape, but my fiancé had locked her arms around her rival and was not letting her go at all. I could see a bit of a smirk from Larissa as she felt the tide beginning to go her way if only she could just hang on, and hang on she did. Bianca’s motions were beginning to get more frantic, as if she could sense she was going to run out of oxygen soon and needed to do something now otherwise it would be too late, but Larissa was in just too good of a position with her iron grip on her head. The larger funbags of my fiancé that I loved to play with were now being used very effectively to do work, and Larissa was utilizing them to the fullest. Towards the end in desperation some part of Bianca’s mind must have said there was still a way to win if only she could get the globe in Larissa’s cunt, and her hands flew up to try and pry it out of the brunette’s snatch, but feeling victory imminent, Larissa twisted her hips back and away from the reach of the blonde;s questing fingers. That was the final conscious position of Bianca in this fight, fingers vainly questing for my fiancé’s snatch while getting effectively breast smothered. Little by little, her motions got more and more desperate, until finally Bianca’s body was effectively limp, Larissa had smothered her out.
But according to the rules of the fight my fiancé had not won yet, she still needed the key from Bianca’s pussy. After a fair amount of time and right before I was about to caution Larissa to let her go before any brain damage occurred, my fiancé let her rival’s head gently down to the floor and getting up as quickly as her fight-ravaged body could manage, she made her way down to her rival’s legs. She roughly spread the blonde’s thighs into a spread-eagle position, emphasizing her dominance of the blonde. Looking at the unconscious face of the blonde, covered in the milk she had been so proud to wring out of my fiancé’s tits earlier, and the vulnerable position of her body at the hands of Larissa, I almost felt sorry for her until I realized that had the positions been reversed she would have done the same to Larissa or worse. As my fiancé knelt at the blonde’s crotch and started her own quest into her rival’s pussy for the key, I could see Bianca’s body reacting unconsciously whenever Larissa hit a sensitive spot in her pink caverns. I could see Larissa smirking a bit at that, until finally her fingers closed around it and she pulled the now-wet globe out of the challenger’s pussy with a pop and raised it up to show her audience of both males.
To this day, I will always treasure the sight of my nearly nude fiancé holding the physical key to her victory in her hands while she stood over the unconscious body of her rival. Her brown hair was mussed, her tanned skin flushed, sweat, milk and in some scuffed up places blood combined to form a sheen over her body in the low light, giving her statuesque victory pose an almost Amazon quality. Her rival’s alabaster skin gleamed in the opposite hue, further emphasizing the difference between the two women. If I had had a camera, I could have won an award for that picture if I have labeled it “Moment of victory”, but as it is, that image will only live on in my memories.
Now that this epic battle was done, to the victors go the spoils. As soon as she moved though, I could tell it was mostly an act, as her first step towards me was a stumble. Luckily she was able to stagger over towards me and free my cuffs first since as soon as I was out of the cuffs my first act was to catch her as the adrenaline dump from the fight, the victory orgasm endorphins running thru her system, and the fluid loss all went to her head at the same moment and she was about to go down as if pole axed. I grabbed her as she fell and decided to get her to a decent place to wash her off, and the only place I could think of was the bathroom. As I cradled my sexy fiancé’s limp nude body in my arms, a voice called out behind me “hey, what about me?”
I had forgotten that Brad was tied up in the room too, as my concentration was so intense and intrigued from the end of the fight that I had forgotten there was another man in the room. Then I realized exactly what he had said, that he had only mentioned himself in his plea to escape, no mention of the gladiatrix that had just fought her heart out for him. Knew there was a reason I hated this guy. “I’ll let you go in a bit, don’t run off anywhere in the meantime.” On that corny joke I headed to the main bathroom with my warrior woman cradled in my arms.
The bathroom was def the highlight of the cabin. A small 4 person Jacuzzi tub shared a wall with an enormous multi-headed shower with bench, done in all dark marble, giving the room the impression of a brightly lit cave, which was my intention once I had all the work done. Me and Larissa had spent quite a few nights just playing around with all the plumbing in the room (male and female ;) ). Now I started a shower going, and set her still limp form on the shower bench to wake up while I started to fill the Jacuzzi tub. Then I remembered the out cold Bianca still on the living room floor, and figured I should go get her here and cleaned up too. The nasty part of my mind also wanted to see what Larissa had in mind for her beaten rival once she woke up and was feeling more herself now, so I left a Gatorade and made sure the auto shut off sensor was working on the Jacuzzi tub before I went back to get her. Sure enough Bianca was still passed out spread eagle where Larissa had left her after smothering her and getting the handcuff key out of her pussy. I gently carried her off to the bathroom under the sullen gaze of Brad. Yea dude your girl lost, deal with it.
As I carried Bianca into the bathroom, I noticed that Larissa was now awake and sitting up on the bench sipping the Gatorade I had left. She turned her gaze towards me and smiled thanks to me then saw what I had in my arms and her gaze turned to hatred tinged with lust. I gently laid the still comatose Bianca on the marble floor of the shower just out of range of the spray and sat down next to Larissa on the bench. She kissed me passionately and said “Told you I could beat that bitch”.
I nodded and replied “that you did, now what did you want to do with her?” I couldn’t wait to hear the answer to this, as my dick was still rock hard from all that it had witnessed during the fight and knowing Larissa she had some very nasty erotic ideas of what she wanted from the loser. She smiled at me then turned a hard gaze to the loser, eyes open and sitting up now. Larissa got up and went over to the loser, now quietly sobbing as the full implication of what had happened sunk in. She grabbed the blonde’s matted hair and pulled Bianca, crawling, over to the bench towards me. My cock was sticking straight up in the mesh shorts as I saw my victorious fiancé bringing me her little sex toy.
As she approached in front of me, Larissa motioned her to stop by tugging on her hair like a horse to heel and Bianca did, slumping down like a defeated puddle. Larissa then gave her a slap across the face, not too hard but just enough to show dominance as she began to explain the rules to her. “Listen, bitch, you lost, so by our deal that makes you, all of you, ours for the night. You and your loser boyfriend can leave in the morning, but tonight you belong to us and we can use you however we like. Now, the first thing I want you to do pull down those shorts and give my man a nice wet blowjob”
A bit confused, as I;m sure she was expecting something far more sinister from Larissa (no doubt she would have started with far worse if she had won), Bianca hastened almost eagerly to comply. As soon as she pulled down the waistband, my cock jumped straight out almost hitting her in the face. She greedily sucked it in between her pouty lips and began to give me a first class blowjob. My attention was drawn away from the gorgeous blonde expertly sucking my cock by my beautiful fiancé grabbing my head and giving me a swirling tongue duel with her mouth that was almost enough to take the attention off my lower regions. I say almost as after a few minutes of this dual stimulation, I was just about ready to burst. Larissa, sensing this, pulled back and also yanked on Bianca’s hair signaling her to cease sucking.
“Alright cunt, now I am going to ride my prize until he shoots, and all the while I want you to use that talented tongue of yours and give us both some extra stimulation down there,” she said as she started to rub her engorged clit. It had taken a beating in their fight, but all the swelling must have just made it more sensitive, and I couldn’t wait to get inside my future wife’s victorious pussy for the first time all week. It was probably one of the single most erotic sights I have ever seen, my fiancé straddling my cock and taking it in, inch by inch, a look of positive ecstasy on her face, while in the background between her legs (and behind my cock) I could just see the beaten face of Bianca, her expression a mix of loss, ecstasy and lust/anticipation as my shaft continued to disappear into Larissa’s depths.
Finally she was balls deep, her favorite position, and began to squirm in my lap, getting the full feel for my cock on all sides of her pink depths. Then, proving that she was not too tired from the exertion of her unique fight, she began to hump me, pulling herself up and off about halfway then sliding down again. She also began pulling her favorite trick, clenching with her pelvic muscles on the way up and then releasing on the way down, giving me a feeling of being most pleasurably milked. I was able to see Bianca with a bit of awe on her face as she watched the woman who beat her giving me untold pleasure with the pussy that beat hers, then I didn’t see her. I next felt a small, feminine tongue on my balls, licking them thoroughly and sensuously pressing around the charged area. When I felt the tongue disappear, I next felt delicate hands moving to replace it and caress my sack, and also felt a gasp from Larissa and a sharp motion coming from her hips, as if an electric shock had run through her. The humping motion then resumed as if only momentarily interrupted and on the next up motion I could see Bianca’s nude body, with her face cut off as it was pressed directly against Larissa’s crotch. The sight of this and the knowledge that Larissa was getting eaten out by the woman she beat while I was fucking her was just too much and with a quick “I;m coming!” began to bear down and pour my load into Larissa’s waiting snatch.
I will say this, Bianca must have been a great, very sensual lover on her own, since as soon as she heard I was coming, she whipped around in front of me and began to suck on Larissa’s engorged clit, causing my fiancé to explode and arch her from the sensations, a critical tell I remember from our lovemaking. As we were both coming down from our orgasmic high, panting and moaning still, I could tell Bianca was not between us anymore, but other than that I did not know and did not care. When we both had the energy to move after those draining orgasms, we turned and saw Bianca on her knees in the shower spray, sitting on her heels like a samurai with her head at a slight down tilt to emphasize her obedience. Larissa and I exchanged a look then smiling Larissa got off my softening cock and with her pussy still full of my cream went over to stand in front of the kneeling Bianca.
Larissa pulled the blonde;s hair to her crotch and said “Eat, taste the cum my man has left and savor it, because this is the closest you will be getting to any in a pussy tonight”. Like an obedient dog, Bianca started lapping, getting all the white fluid that began to drip out of Larissa’s snatch, and after a week of no sex there was quite a bit of it. After Larissa was satisfied that there was no more left in her snatch, she pulled the kneeling blonde to her feet, and to my surprise and eroticism, began French kissing the blonde while my cum was still in her mouth. Bianca’s wide eyes belayed how surprised she was as well, but after a bit she shut her eyes and just went with it as well. When all my cum was well and truly gone down both these awesome women’s throats, they opened their eyes to look at each other, a warm, lustful feeling emanating from them. Finally Larissa smiled and broke the spell. “Let’s get into the Jacuzzi now”
I was definitely down for that as despite the warm lust beginning to spread again from my crotch, the shower spray was beginning to feel a bit chilly. We all trooped out of the shower and into the tub, me first and Larissa next seating herself on my right with Bianca positioning herself on my left. We each settled back for bit, just enjoying the heat and the closeness. I settle back and closed my eyes. Then I felt a hand caress my balls, then another one. I opened my eyes and right in front of me was Larissa and Bianca making out. Looking down into the water, I could swear their hands were working furiously between the girls legs, then when Larissa gasped I knew that they were. My cock was rapidly recovering as the women continued their tongue (and other body parts..) dueling, until finally Larissa broke it off and stood up in the tub, waded over to the edge and sat down on it, spreading her legs and her swollen pussy lips with one hand. She smiled at the two of us still in the tub and looking at Bianca, huskily said “Eat me”. The blonde hastened to comply, swimming over to between Larissa’s legs and sticking out her tongue became to lap feverishly at her conqueror’s pink gash. Apparently she was doing pretty good as Larissa closed her eyes and, began moaning in the pitch that I knew mean she was closing in on a squirting orgasm, and began to clutch her right boob as well to make the most of the sensations emanating from her snatch. Not needing a hint, I came up on Larissa’s left side and began to lick and suck on her left nipple, increasing the effect on her erogenous zone. She began to moan louder, and arching her back laid down fully on the ledge outside of the tub and spread her legs wider, giving Bianca more access to her pussy. The blonde and I hurried to pleasure her more fully as she lay there, Bianca eating her out even more vigorously if possible and I went to alternating sucking on both her nipples as Larissa lay with her back arched. The panting increased, until Larissa’s whole body tensed, and she squirted her girl cum out into Bianca’s open mouth, drenching the blonde’s face. After a few copious squirts, she lay back, totally spent.
I looked over at Bianca, watching the life flow back into Larissa’s still twitching form, face still covered with warm cum, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over and kissed her, my tongue lapping at the clear goo coating her face, and delighting in tasting my fiancé on the lips of this woman. Bianca, very surprised at first, soon got into it, and we were making out and sharing Larissa’s cum like she had shared mine with Larissa. When there was no more to clean off Bianca’s face, I stopped and took a look back into the blonde’s cute face, a hunger growing in her eyes as she looked between my legs and saw my now rigid cock. A cough forced us both to look at Larissa, now recovered and sitting up on her elbows just watching us, a kind of enigmatic smile playing across her face. I was wondering what it meant while glancing at Bianca I saw what looked like a hint of surprise, fear and resignation all at once. Larissa got up and taking Bianca’s hand pulled her out of the tub. With a shake of her head she motioned me to follow until we were at the towel rack.
“Dry us both off, then yourself, bitch” she commanded Bianca. The blonde complied, drying off Larissa first, exposing skin still flushed with arousal and especially taking her time drying off my fiancé’s tanned red breasts. After my fiancé’s tanned body was dried off, as Larissa was putting her wet brown hair up into a bun, Bianca turned her attention to me. She started from the feet up, coming up behind me and starting at my calves, working her way up the back of my thighs, over my butt then up and caressing the small of my back, working her way over my shoulder blades and then concentrating on my neck. She had skilled hands, I can say that much, as even standing up she managed to get me to relax and just go with the sensations of the head massage. Then when I was almost ready to fully pass out, her hands abruptly disappeared and an instant later I felt 2 hands reaching around my waist to caress my cock in front. She began milking it, causing it to go to full hardness, impressive considering she could not see it from behind my torso. Just when I was about ready to say I was getting to the point of no return again, I heard Larissa’s voice again bringing me back to the present.
“Alright cunt, that’s a good job, your turn now,” and with that she handed me a hand towel and gestured me to turn around. I did so, eager to start caressing the pert boobs of this feisty blonde, but my fiancé had gotten to her front first and was roughly toweling off her breasts, making the blonde wince due to all the previous stimulation her tits had undergone but I could see her nipples were starting to stand up straight. I concentrated on toweling off her taut ass, marveling at the alabaster skin in contrast to my fiancé’s tanned butt, and enjoyed playing with the toned curves the blond had. After I was done with her lower body, I decided to start drying off her upper, and lo and behold what did I see but Larissa and Bianca making out yet again. This wasn;t the aggressive tongue fight from earlier, but a much more slow, sensuous make out session with each party enjoying fulfillment. This time it was I who had to give a cough until both pairs of female eyes opened and came back to reality.
“Ok, time to go to the bedroom, whore,” Larissa said huskily. I couldn’t wait as she led Bianca by the hand to the master bedroom of the cabin.
While the bathroom was the crowning public showcase to the cabin, the master bedroom was our personal cave of solitude, with a huge king size mattress on a 4 post bed and soft mood lighting controlled from the panel on the nightstand. I was fairly excited as I remembered all the hot sex me and Larissa had had together in this room, and with the new addition of Bianca to the mix, I couldn’t wait. Larissa led Bianca to the side of the bed and dragged her up to the head of the bed, then was content to make out with the nude blonde a bit more. The sight of tanned, nude brunette Larissa and alabaster, blonde Bianca sensuously locked at the lips was too much for me, and I had to reach down and caress my now throbbing member. Then as suddenly as it happened, the women stopped, and I could feel the change in the air, as if this pleasant interlude was over.
With deliberate slowness, Larissa moved her hands up to grasp Bianca’s head, then quickly she delivered a stinging slap to Bianca’s face, I was about to protest, but then I saw that Bianca put up no resistance to the blow, and instead just took it full force, causing her head to loll back. Larissa then aggressively grabbed the blonde’s hair and dragged her down to lay her head at the edge of the bed nearest me. “You know what you have to do, loser, now start sucking until I say stop”, Larissa commanded. I can’t say for certain, but I could swear I heard a weak “yes mistress,” from Bianca before she clamped her lips on the head of my cock and started giving me the best blowjob I have ever had up to that point. As I stood there and let Bianca go to work, my toes started to curl in ecstasy, my back involuntarily arched and I unconsciously started to fuck Bianca’s mouth. She took my length without protest, and I felt my balls hit her chin as I bottomed out down her throat with nary a gag, a feat I was particularly impressed with as Larissa had a somewhat sensitive gag reflex, a fact she only found out about when we started making love, to my satisfaction.
“Alright bitch, you know what to do, and just to show that I’m not too cruel…” With that I heard a thud and opened my eyes as Larissa tossed a small bottle of something onto the bed next to Bianca. Bianca looked at it with a resigned expression yet there was a hint of gratitude on her face as if she did not expect it. I turned to look at Larissa and got a shock as my fiancé stood there hands on hips looking defiantly at the blonde, a blue strap-on attached to her waist. She was looking intently at the Blonde, as if daring her to defy her, although that was not the case at this time. Bianca took the bottle and sliding onto her back and opening her legs, opened the bottle cap and began to pour the glistening liquid first over her mound, down her red slit and then dripped further down, to her asshole. I could clearly see the damage Larissa did during their fight in the red and inflamed pussy flesh Bianca was displaying, then was astonished as once the lube was fully applied to her cunt, Bianca’s fingers started to work it into her pert rosebud, pushing her fingers in and out of the brown hole and giving it a slightly gaped look, one that I had only ever seen in porn flicks. Larissa was staring intently at the blonde as she lubed up her entire ass, then when the blonde was done and looked to her for instructions, Larissa indicated to her to roll onto her side which the blonde hastened to comply. Then looking at me, she pushed me towards the back side of the blonde, to where I lay resting in the ‘big spoon’ position behind Bianca, my cock now fully engorged and pointing at her lubed up butt. Larissa knelt up near the blonde’s head and repeating her move from earlier, grabbed Bianca’s head and gave it a stinging slap, although with not as much force as previously, more to establish dominance. Holding a shock of blonde hair, her next words sent an erotic tingle down thru my cock as she spoke.
“Alright bitch, now here we come to the endgame. We fought, you lost, now you pay the price. And just to make sure, what were the stakes?” Bianca tried to look away ashamed, but Larissa still had a hold on her hair and pulled her up to look at her. “Well loser cunt, what were they?”
Bianca sighed then steeling herself up, said ”Loser gets their asshole fucked, hard and deep”
Larissa nodded “That’s right, now do your thing,” she said looking directly at me. I didn’t need to be told twice, I guided my sausage into the well-lubed hole until I felt my balls hit pussy flesh. I felt Bianca tense up then sigh as she felt my length enter her. As soon as I bottomed out I began to oh so slowly fuck that tight little ass, slowly at first then faster and harder until I was pounding Bianca’s butt. I could see Bianca was clenching her hands and moaning, in pain or pleasure I didn’t know but I still kept fucking under Larissa’s watchful gaze. As our humping continued, and Bianca’s hands and noises remained constant, I could feel that something was about to change, and I was right. As soon as I looked up, there was Larissa kneeling in-between Bianca’s opened legs in a move that reminded me of an attempt at a lesbian scissor. What was different was Larissa had a strap on dildo lubed up and ready at the entrance to Bianca’s pussy, and with a push she slipped it in, getting in a rhythm with my thrusts and double fucking both Bianca’s holes. If I thought the blonde might be moaning before, she was positively shrieking now, the tendons in her toned arms standing out and her head thrown back, mouth open in a continuous O.
I don’t know how long Larissa and I kept up the dual pounding of Bianca, but I know it was quite some time, and it was all I could do to keep up with Larissa. You would think a catfight and multiple previous orgasms would have sapped her of all energy, but she still kept up the furious pace, cramming the blue dildo into Bianca’s orifice and making the blonde squirm. I could feel the head of the dildo myself occasionally thru the walls of Bianca’s rectum and when Larissa repositioned her thrusting a bit, it was like a finger rubbing the underside of my cock and I could feel my orgasm building. When it was getting to be too much, I quickly said “I’m gonna cum!” and reaching around grabbed Bianca’s boob to caress it. Larissa smiled as she saw that I was very close and sped up her thrusting, maximizing my sensations as well and causing Bianca to screech even more. As I shot my second load into Bianca’s asshole, I swear her ass milked my cock at the last minute and caught all the blood rushing down to my cock, making me light headed for a few minutes. So by the time I went soft and my dick curled out of Bianca’s ass, I didn’t notice Larissa had gone for a bit, as Bianca and I were still both recovering from the intense orgasms.
By the time I realized Larissa was not in the room, Bianca had recovered enough to roll over and give me a full kiss on the lips, whispered “Thanks for being so gentle” and went into the bathroom to go clean up. As she was in the bathroom, I heard faint cries coming from the living room and the familiar rhythmic pounding that I knew had to be coming from 2 people humping. As I listened, I could tell the volume was going up a bit, as if someone was really giving it to the other person, then suddenly it stopped, and as I began to wonder at the source of it, a nude Bianca stepped back out of the bathroom and I was not wondering about a vague noise anymore. We both lay on the bed, still exhausted by the physical exertions we had just done and just making small talk when a nude Larissa came back in, without the dildo on. I thought for sure I was busted since as far as I knew Larissa still hated Bianca, but to my surprise the first thing she did was come over to Bianca and start to make out with her. Bianca, probably as stunned as I was, took a little longer to get into the swing of it, but they were furiously making out in no time. If I hadn’t just had the most intense orgasm of my life I would have been rock hard by that point, but as it was I was not 14 anymore and my cock stayed disappointingly soft. Larissa noticed this and smiling broke off her tongue fest with Bianca and beckoned me over.
“Let’s take a little break for a sec, we have all night and I don’t want our stud to run out of gas too early, do you hon?” I was about to reply then I saw that it was Bianca she was speaking to, who nodded coyly at the suggestion. I was still reeling from this turn of events, but was not complaining as we all took a nap in that big bed, me in the middle with the brunette on my right and the blonde on my left, both feminine heads curled up on my chest and went almost immediately to sleep, exhausted. I was pretty tired too, but not too tired to get up in another couple hours rock hard again and be good to go. That night was probably one of the most erotic memories in my life as the 3 of us did things I had never and will probably never do again, including a bisexual Eiffel tower, sucking a woman’s tits while another lays opposite you and does the same, and dual-partner prostate milking. I will let you imagine what roles each of us played in that little circus… ;)

While one would think that night might be the end of it, that was only a waypoint to the saga. When I woke up the next morning to hands on my crotch, I expected only 2 hands in the vicinity, but when my head came out of the sleep fog, to my sleep-addled surprise I counted that there were 4! Bianca was still here! I was initially puzzled, but then I felt 2 mouths working my genitals, one on my shaft and the other on my balls, and I wasn’t curious anymore, I just went with it. After our little morning session was over, I got the latest news from the girls. Turns out that Brad, once Larissa had finally freed him, decided to just get the hell out of there last night, being the filthy coward I thought he was and leaving his lover in our ‘clutches’. I didn’t think my estimation of him could fall any lower but apparently I was wrong. Luckily Bianca was mature enough to see him for the douche bag he was and after an early morning cry session, realized she was much better off finding out now rather than later. He had initially fooled an innocent good girl by his outer demeanor and tried to get her to literally fight his battles with Larissa for him but messed up and now an experienced woman sat in her place. To my surprise, Larissa didn’t have any harsh feeling towards Bianca for being with Brad, after all she could relate to what she had gone through and understood the pain and heartbreak the bastard could put a person through, and that was really only the start of our continuing friendship as a couple with Bianca. That day the three of us made love all day, only on a bit more equal terms than the night before. I saw my beautiful fiancé delicately eat out a woman’s pussy for the first time (although it wouldn’t be the last…) and we all left the cabin feeling well satisfied.
After that weekend, we went back home and gave Bianca a ride to her apartment. I didn’t find out the details until later, but apparently when she got there Brad had some friends over playing video games. She promptly broke up with him, called the cops and threw his ass out since the apartment was in her name anyways. When he started to get angry at being shown up in front of his friends, she called him a busted ass dickhead and asked how Larissa’s strap on felt when she fucked him up the ass with it Saturday night. His shocked reaction to her knowledge of it and the embarrassment of being called out in front of his friends, plus the cops laughing reaction to this announcement infuriated him and he started making threats against her life right there in front of the cops, who promptly stopped laughing and handcuffed him roughly when they took him in. When she heard that he had gotten out on bail a bit later, she was frankly terrified. That’s when Larissa stepped in and said she could stay with us for a few weeks for free if she would help out babysitting the kid a bit. Bianca accepted and in the end the boy did end up getting to know his new babysitter pretty well, as once Brad was released first thing he did (like a dumbass) was come by Bianca’s old place for revenge, with a gun. Luckily the police were there waiting, and in the ensuing firefight one of the bullets struck him in the spine, paralyzing him from the waist down and confining him to a wheelchair for life. When he went to jail, I heard he was one of the most popular prisoners there as he couldn’t run away. Once it got out, his record as an abusive woman beater didn’t help either and I have no sympathy for him, only a bit of thanks that he had helped indirectly introduce Bianca into our little world of sexfighting, although how that came about will have to wait for another time…
Ch. 1
I got to experience one of the most erotic things I’ve ever been involved in my life last weekend. Like any really, truly nasty fight, it all began with a domestic dispute. My fiancé’s ex called her up and wanted to see his son that she has custody of during the holidays. She rightly refused as he was abusive during the marriage and she has a restraining order out against him. So the ex’s new gf gets on the phone and trying to play mediator, suggests that she comes over to pick him up and deliver him to his dad. My fiancé says that she is not going to let her kid go with anyone of questionable motives and anyone with her ex- definitely fits the bill. The gf, a bit insulted and pissed at this point, tries to salvage the situation by saying if the kid is going to get used to his new step-mommy then she is going to have to see him. My fiancé is now going ballistic and states there is no fucking way in hell the girl or her ex- is going to be seeing the kid anytime soon if she has anything to say about it, then says something about the questionable origin of the gf’s birth and a goat I guess, so now the new woman is yelling and cursing, saying she will take on my fiancé any time any place and that is when I knew that things were going to get interesting…
See, my fiancé, whose name is Larissa by the way, after she divorced her scumbag ex was pretty steamed at life in general. I who knew her when we were growing up together was mostly exempt from her temper as I think I represented an earlier, more idyllic time in her life, but everyone and everything else was fair game. I remember once when we were first dating, on one of her rare ‘non-mommy’ nights out, we went to a dance club and she got into a catfight right off the dance floor with some drunk woman who sloppily spilled her drink on her. By the time the bouncers could break them up, Larissa’s dress was pulled down and she was disheveled and showing her bra, but the other woman was bleeding from the nose and was nearly topless. I hustled her to a nearby hotel as quickly as possible and we spent the night fucking, her ardor from the fight and my hard on from seeing it working to act in near perfect unison. It was at this point that we each discovered a mutually beneficial point to our relationship, one that I think made us perfect for each other, she was still so pissed off and full of rage from her abusive relationship and like to fight other women to blow off steam, and I enjoyed watching her fight.
Another time when I was at work, I came home to find her nude in stockings only covered up by a black silk kimono I had given her and sporting a shiner. She kissed me passionately and pushed me down on the bed in the master bedroom as she started a movie. It was a nude boxing match of her and another woman fighting in a shabby motel room. Larissa later told me that she had gotten into an argument with a lady at the supermarket and the lady had foolishly challenged her to settle it “like a woman”. Larissa surprised her by agreeing then handing her a counter challenge, saying she wanted to box naked and film it, winner got to keep the tape. The fight ended with Larissa standing over her beaten and bruised foe, then sitting on her face and bringing herself to a screeching, squirting orgasm from the woman’s tongue. As I watched my fiancé dominating this mangled feminine form, Larissa was smiling and playing with my member, getting it as stiff as it would ever get. As the tape got to the point when Larissa was getting herself off on the other woman’s face, Larissa smiled seductively and clamped her lips down on my cock as I began to pour my load down her throat. She took it all and swallowed, smiling at me in the aftermath, a thin dribble hanging from the corner of her lip, and said she was up for fighting whomever and wherever it called for.
Well this was definitely one of those times it was called for. After some more name calling, both girls quieted down and got down to the business of planning the fight. They settled on some basic rules and decided it would be at our timeshare bungalow we keep near a lake, mostly for this kind of thing. It was the offseason so no one of our group should have any objections to us using it, and since it was very secluded there was no chance of us being discovered. After all the bases were covered, Larissa then ended with “Hell bitch, if you can beat me I will allow you to come and pick up my son after all!” So there were more stakes to this fight than mere bragging rights.
The fight was scheduled for Friday night, and I had a good feeling that there was going to be more fireworks than I thought. After she got off the phone, Larissa practically jumped on me and we fucked hard right there in the hallway. After we finished, she said to get used to a short dry spell here, and no jerking off either, as she had added a sexual stakes component to the match that might involve me as well, and me and her ex- were going to both be there. My cock stiffened up again when she said this and swelled even more when she also hinted that there was going to be another surprise to the match that she would only tell me about once we were all there. I was rock hard again by that point and pleaded to her to at least put off the dry spell until after I had coaxed another orgasm from the both of us and she laughed and said that could be done…
As the week wore on, I couldn’t help but by more and more turned on my fiancé’s focus towards this fight. And the preparations for it as well, there were a couple overnight packages that arrived which were snatched up by Larissa as soon as she saw them. She also went to the tanning beds at the local spa this week, something she normally doesn’t do. Then I noticed she had an appointment at a salon she uses for a haircut, but when she got home there was no outward change in her hairstyle. She laughed when I inquired about it, and replied that those weren’t the hairs she was trying to get sorted out. I almost came in my pants upon hearing that.
Friday couldn’t come soon enough for, I suspect, all of us, most definitely Larissa and I. We dropped her son off at my parents, telling them we were going to go for an intimate weekend at the lakehouse before it froze over, which I guess was as good a lie as we were going to tell for it. We got there and I started to set up the front living room for fight time while Larissa went up to get the master and guest bedrooms ready. As soon as I was ready there was a knock on the door, our playmates were here already. The ex’s gf flounced in first, a curly bottle blonde with a pretty face dressed in a full-length fur coat, a small make up clutch grasped in her hands. She looked me up and down appraisingly and I could swear she licked her lips subtly, but could not tell as my fiancé’s ex, let’s call him Brad, took her roughly by the arm and rudely asked where their place to get ready was. He was about my height, but skinnier, and it was no secret that I hated him for what he had put my fiancé through.
We had even had a tussle ourselves, once when me and Larissa were coming back home from a date night out immediately following their very bitter custody battle. I was kind of tipsy and he was falling down drunk, he came at us in the street staggering over to Larissa, yanking on her arm and demanding she give him his son. As soon as he touched her my alcohol-addled lizard brain went into action and for the next 5 seconds every boxing, wrestling, and combat sports move I had learned over the years in my amateur MMA career was delivered with overwhelming force. By the time some bystanders managed to pick me off him, he was a crumpled heap on the sidewalk, blood streaming from his mouth and nose and both eyes starting to swell. His drinking buddies from inside the bar he had flown out of, whom I gathered had egged him on in the first place, now stood stunned that I had dispatched their buddy so quickly. They were preparing for a full on brawlers’ rush when luckily for them a squad car pulled up. The cops got everyone’s story including most importantly Larissa’s, and decided they didn’t need to get involved in what was clearly related to a domestic custody dispute, so they advised Brad’s buddies that it would be in their best interest to take him to an ER far away and say he got into a bar fight, and advised me to get indoors sharpish. We were staying at a hotel down the block anyways, and as soon as we got in the room door Larissa jumped my bones, saying later that was the first time she had felt safe in years. Whenever I had to see Brad later on, I could still see where his nose crooked a bit where they couldn’t put it back quite straight and it made me smile.
I silently pointed them to the guest bedroom where he led her and went up to the master bedroom to let Larissa know they were here. Inside I found her sitting at the beauty center sitting in the black kimono putting on some subtle mascara make up around her brown eyes, her brown hair pulled up in a stylish bun, some white stockings peeking out from underneath the robe. I was mesmerized by her, always had been even growing up, and she was mature enough now to appreciate the attention. I came up behind her and started stroking her shoulders, then nibbling her ear lobe, she giggled and playfully tried to shoo me away. I then told her that Brad and her opponent was here, and she got down to business right away against this bitch that thought she was going to take her son away from her. “Bianca” she said when I had replied I didn’t know her name, “its Bianca and now I am going to fuck her up, big time, for interfering in this family business”.
We went down to the living room to find Bianca and Brad were already sitting on one end of the room, Brad in the chair and Bianca in a conferring position with him, speaking in furious whispers. As soon as we came down they separated, both of them glaring at Larissa. Larissa glared right back and stood near the heavy chair in our corner, never breaking her gaze. I sat down in the chair and the combatants glared at each other until I cleared my throat. Fight trance broken, Larissa then began to speak.
“Ok bitch, here we are, two cunts ready to fight, all out, no hold barred, only rules no eye gouging and we fight in stockings, heels, and elbow length PVC gloves” I gave a start at that, as that was a particular fetish I like to see, stockings and gloves, and to see a fight in that, oh boy… Brad looked a bit stunned as well, as if he had not been privy to the full rules either as Larissa continued. “The boys will be handcuffed to those seats, so there is no chance of interference, and as an added bonus, the other woman will hold the key to the cuffs during the fight” Wait, what was this? Did I hear this correctly? How were they going to- “To ensure that the key itself is not used as a weapon by either, it will also be used as the objective, the goal itself instead of a knockout or submission, although both those would be acceptable enroute as well. The key will be inserted into this hollow ben-wah ball and the woman is allowed to use whatever skills or anatomy she can to protect it from the other getting it she can, and I;m going to tell you right now bitch, I;m going to put it in my pussy as I know mine can take on your weak little cunt any day of the week!” Bianca’s pretty face grew nasty at that as Larissa continued on, there was more to this? “ Loser belongs to the winning couple for the night, and by belongs I means totally owned by, as in I am going to enjoy watching my MAN ream out your cute little asshole while you lick my feet, clear with that?”
Bianca gave a curt nod “I’m fine with those stakes, bitch, although it is going to be Brad plowing your asshole wide open when we are done here!” I expected Larissa to respond to that with invective but she merely continued on with the terms. “Losing male has to sit there and watch the fight and most of the consequences, and may be obligated to participate in some way however the winners choose,” she finished, looking wolfishly direct at Brad who started and protested that was not in the original agreement, but Bianca cut him off and told him to shut up, that she would win this. I would not have traded anything in the world to be in Brad’s position should Larissa win, as I know she will take some measure of vicious payback on him should she win.
“Now, I think it’s time to let these boys see what we are going to be fighting in, don’t you think?” And with that Larissa let the robe fall away, revealing her fighting attire, which was to say virtually nothing. Her thigh high white stockings revealed gorgeous shapely tanned legs leading up to a nice heart shaped ass. Her breasts, a C on her small 5’3” frame appeared large, and with the addition of the milk from the baby it swelled her breasts to almost a D topped with stiff chocolate brown nipples. The tanning bed had done its job well as there were no lines I could see on that tapestry I knew so well, and at the V between her legs there was a well groomed landing strip of brown hair leading to her precious chasm. There was a bit of dew already at the bottom of the landing strip, and I could tell from the slightly pungent aroma that Larissa was already aroused. Her brown eyes merely gazed back at her opponent, challenging her to dare strip and confront her.
To her credit Bianca did not hesitate. She shrugged off the while terrycloth bathrobe she was wearing and revealed black fishnet stockings. Her alabaster legs gleamed in the soft light and shaped up to her generous bubble butt in the back. Her own clam yard sale was much like Larissa’s, Light brown and nicely shaven but with a good bit of growth out front, as if challenging my fiancé’s bush. Her flat stomach was nicely rippled, as I will say she had that over Larissa after the birth, and her breasts were the same alabaster, slightly smaller than Larissa’s I would guess a C, topped by pink nipples that were beginning to stiffen. Her blue eyes peered back at Larissa from underneath a strategically messy mop of short curly blonde hair, as if knowing that she was at least a match for her in the looks department. The light brown pubes at the V of her legs I could swear were glistening slightly in the low light, indicating she was as turned on as Larissa was by this unveiling of combatants.
The PVC gloves were on a table near the side of the fight area, and both women slinked over to it, putting on a show as much for the benefit of the other people as for themselves I suspected. As they reached the table at the same time, they both paused, sizing their naked opponent up close for the first time. Larissa was about half an inch shorter and small, feminine glances were as much weapons here as lazers with which I could see how the battle was going by how long the glances lingered on certain places. Larissa’s smirk while looking at Bianca’s smaller tits and Bianca’s smile as she compared her defined tummy to Larissa’s untoned one were the major victories in this silent war. As if by mutual agreement, they reached down at the same time and began putting on the gloves, pulling them up as far as they would go to mid-bicep, white for Larissa and black for Bianca to match their stockings. The tough PVC material would put a damper on any thoughts of nail play that either woman had designs on as it would blunt all kinds of scratching attacks. When both girls were satisfied with how well the gloves fit, they returned their glare back to each other. “Want to give the gloves a try out, bitch? I’ll even let you go first” challenged Larissa, mockery in her eyes.
Bianca’s blue eyes flashed but she only replied with “If you insist cunt…” before unleashing a furious stinging slap that cracked Larissa across the face and staggered her a half step back. Larissa looked stunned and her hands instinctively went to her face, then stopped, mad at herself for showing any weakness, and unleashed a downward slap at Bianca. While it did stagger the blonde back a bit, the damage wasn’t nearly as bad as Bianca’s had been, and the blonde smiled out from underneath the red mark across her face. Larissa looked pissed at herself for both her weakness and merely picked up a pair of handcuffs and matching key and stalked over to Brad, man I didn’t envy him at this moment.
As Larissa and Brad got in a furious whispered argument, Bianca picked up her handcuffs and sauntered over to me, the red mark beginning to welt on her face looking more like a badge of honor to her. Sensuously she took my hands in hers and brought them up in front of me, to more easily put the handcuffs on I supposed. Then before I even knew what she was doing, quick as a snake she reached behind me and pulled off my t shirt, leaving me bare-chested. Her mouth went into a little O of surprise as she saw my flat stomach and not bad looking pecs and she licked her lips as she sat down on my lap and maneuvered my arms behind me to cuff them behind my back, grinding her naked pussy onto my basketball shorts covered cock. Seeing her sexy little twat grinding on me and getting her juices on my shorts caused my prick to stand up straight in my shorts and feeling it against her bottom she smiled. “I was not expecting the bitch to have such good taste in men here,” she whispered into my ear. “I can’t wait to have some fun with you later, as I know my man is only interested in putting his cock into that little bitch’s ass to teach her a lesson, but you and me, we are going to have some fun later…” she smirked at that and reaching into my shorts gave my bare cock a tug ensuring it was as hard as it has ever been waiting for this lithe little blonde haired goddess to clash with my sexy finace.
As Bianca stepped off me and sauntered back over to the other side of the room, I could see that Larissa was also coming over to me with a satisfied smirk on her face. I then noticed Brad was looking a bit pale there, so I could guess she did take some advantage of his being tied up. The ben-weh ball was sparkling in her hands as she playfully tossed it back and forth. Bianca stepped up to meet her, her own ball cocked in her R hand. Larissa unscrewed her ball then dropped the key in, sealing it up tight, then began to talk shit as Bianca copied her moves. “Ok, now you know where I am going to be putting this,” she said, giving her crotch a pat, “ and I dare you to try and take it from me. In fact, in the interests of fairness, why don’t you place it for me?” she asked sweetly, challenging Bianca and offering her the miniature globe. Bianca looked a bit surprised but was game as she took the pro-offered ball and stepped up to fully match up with her. For a minute I could see the tension in the air, Larissa’s short brown hair and tanned skin with white gloves and stockings and full tits with nipples engorged fully matching up to Bianca’s curly blonde hair with alabaster skin and black fishnets with gloves and perky nipples pointing out over a toned stomach. Then Bianca stepped in close and dipping her fingers, began to oh so slowly extend her glove covered fingers with the ben-weh ball in them towards the brown landing strip over Larissa’s labia and then was past them and pushing the shiny ball into Larissa’s pussy lips.
Despite the incredible tension, Larissa let out a small sigh of pleasure at her enemy’s touching of her lower lips. I could tell she was biting her tongue to keep from crying out in pleasure as we had played similar games before and she really got off on the ratcheting up of the tension that came with foreplay, something that was definitely not to her advantage here I realized. The increased juiciness of her cunt from all the stimulation would make the ball much more slippery and easy to come out, and would take all the control of her pelvic muscles to clamp down and keep it from squirting out. I knew she could get quite wet down there, I could only hope that her opponent was the same way. At the moment Bianca was slightly smirking as her fingers plunging deeply into Larissa’s pink gash, three of them, and pushing the ball in ever so slowly. Larissa’s eyes were half closed and had a distant, far away look, the kind I knew all too well and meant she was on the verge of an orgasm. Brad, the little shit was watching this with a wicked grin and an animal lust in his eyes, as if he couldn’t wait to slip off the cuffs and ravage his ex-wife after she was beaten.
I was not going to let that happen, not this early in the game anyways. “Alright Bianca, that’s far enough in there now, I don’t think it’s going to go any farther”. And just like that the dream disintegrated as Larissa was able to concentrate on something other than Bianca’s agile fingers. She opened her eyes, smiled wolfishly at Bianca, then while still staring at her, reached down with her other hand and grabbed her wrist and actually started pushing Bianca’s hand deeper into her pussy, as if to challenge my statement.
“I think that’s good enough don’t you bitch, you can let go now, cunt” Larissa said when most of Bianca’s fingers’ length were inside her. Bianca, looking slightly put out, opened her fingers and slowly withdrew from Larissa’s depths. Larissa gave a slight shudder as her enemy’s fingertips brushed her now swollen clit then she smiled as Bianca offered her own ball to Larissa, and for the first time the blonde looked a little apprehensive. Larissa decided on a two handed approach to insertion here, using her left hand she went down and smoothed the damp hair over rival’s mound and then spread Bianca’s lips with her fingers.
Now it was Bianca’s turn to close her eyes and shudder, as Larissa smiled hungrily and kept probing with her left hand. “Oooh, you have got a nice little pink pearl right here, don’t you bitch? I bet you would like it if I did something like this…” With her left hand holding her rival’s labia wide open, she brought her right with the ball in it and mashed the smooth surface up against the prominent bundle of flesh of Bianca’s clit. I could see a visible shudder of Bianca’s body and it looked like her knees almost buckled as Larissa did all she could to stimulate the prominent bunch of nerves at her enemy’s front entrance. It looked like Brad wanted to protest, but even he could see that Larissa was pushing the ball, ever so slowly, towards Bianca’s now dripping cunt, she was just taking her sweet time about it. The ball was inching in, and Larissa was doing all she could to make sure her rival could feel it while still stimulating her clit with the other hand. She didn’t stop with only 3 finger like Bianca did to her pussy either, I knew she had small hands but seeing all 4 of my fiance’s finger in the pink maw of Bianca’s cunt was a new experience for me. For Bianca too I think, as she began to thrash in Larissa’s grip, but Larissa held firm, until finally satisfied, she let her rival off the hook, disengaging her crotch claw from her opponent, and bringing a visible look of relief from the blonde. Waving her girl goo coated fingers in front of the still heaving blonde, she then brought the jism to her mouth and gave it a slow lick off her PVC covered fingers. “Hmmm, you taste delicious whore, I can’t wait to beat you,” And with that Larissa swiftly swung down her hand down and delivered a stinging slap to Bianca’s buttcheek. The blonde yelped, then decided to return the favor, delivering a hard smack to Larissa’s generous cheek. The stinging hand prints stood out visibly on the women, although they were more prominent on the alabaster blonde than on Larissa. Each woman studied her handiwork, then satisfied, proceeded to go back to their manacled man for a short break before the main event.
As the sheer stocking-clad, white gloved goddess sashayed in front of my vision, I could feel my dick getting as hard as I could ever remember it being. Granted most pertinent memories were being eclipsed by the events happening here and now, but I could feel my subconscious giving the OK to purge all non-essential events in preparation of what would be the best night of my life. Larissa, seeing my package fully expand in my shorts, grinned and sat down naked cowgirl style facing me, draping her gloved arms around my neck and pulling me close for a full on French kiss. Felt like kissing a viper, and as our tongues disengaged, I felt her pulling her head back. “Wish me luck, lover boy,” she said, a smile curling her lips as she stood up. Getting a further look at the V I knew so well between her legs, I could see that it was definitely wet as I saw some of her juice dripping down her inner thighs.
“Keep your eyes on the prize but don’t forget to protect yourself at all times,” I replied. Larissa smiled again, message received, and as she got up to meet her adversary in the middle of the room I could see her brown heart-shaped ass winking at me in the low light.
Instead of meeting in the middle like they had done, the women stopped near the edges, each readying themselves in a crouch, like wild jungle cats ready to pounce on each other. They circled each other to the right, gloved arms out as if to stabilize, knees bent but legs not particularly spread, as each realized they did not want to give their enemy any easy access to the prize. They each circled about a quarter of the way around the big living room, then as if by mutual assent, they lunged at each other. The battle was joined.
In the initial onslaught, each woman went for different targets, Larissa going for the alabaster boobs of Bianca and the blonde for her part going for Larissa’s head, looking like she was trying to seize the short brown head of hair. I could tell Larissa wanted to start damaging Bianca’s goods and force the blonde to concentrate on defending her attacks, but Bianca had a good idea to go for Larissa’s head and hair and try to control her body with it. Although with Bianca’s arms raised higher to go for her head, Larissa had better access to the blonde’s chest, and she was making it count, punching the blonde’s right tit with her left and getting a grip on the left with her right hand and squeezing. The pain caused Bianca to open her mouth in an O and moan in pain while unconsciously trying to arch her back in a C and straighten her arms in an attempt to get the brunette hell mistress off her tits. Realizing she still had a hold of the brunette’s head, Bianca used her leverage and shook Larissa from side to side as dog would a rat to disorient her. It worked, as Larissa had to stop throwing punches to allow her to get her balance again. She still held on to the blonde’s left tit though, and eventually with all the wild head swinging Bianca was doing, was able to regain her balance and get to the blonde’s left side, with the blonde still maintaining a death grip on Larissa’s hair.
I sincerely hoped at this point that Bianca had had no training in judo as this looked to be a prime position for a hip toss. Luckily at this point Larissa was able to drag the blonde closer and get another grip, this time in her own blonde hair. Bianca let out a screech at this point, as she was getting ripped apart from both directions. She had to do something and she knew it, so she let go of her grip on Larissa’s hair with her right hand and began pounding Larissa’s left side with her fist. The blows weren;t particularly well thrown or powerful, but they were thrown in a fury and there were a lot of them, and in this contest between 2 hellcats that counted for a lot. Now Larissa had to respond, and she did so in brilliant fashion, catching one of Bianca’s clumsy hooks then drawing her closer in and shooting some upper cuts to the blonde’s toned belly. This made Bianca begin to keel over again and Larissa began to climb her shots until they were now impacting the blonde’s chest, thudding into her perky tits. This battle of the bosoms wasn;t going particularly well for the blonde, and her hair hold on Larissa seemed to not be accomplishing much (plus the fact that Larissa had a pretty strong neck for a female, she enjoyed giving me blowjobs much longer than all my previous experiences), so she had to change tactics.
Taking advantage once Larissa’s arm was cocked back for a blow, she finally let go of her hair grip and rushed forward in an awkward bear hug, mashing her now reddened tits into Larissa;s. Larissa tried in vain to get in a few more punches including some kidney shots, but it wasn’t going to help, as I could see what was coming next. I swear Bianca looked at me and winked as she pulled Larissa closer and then used her momentum tangled her fishnet clad legs into Larissa’s sheer ones and crashed both women to the ground, with her on top. I was worried that the impact would propel the balls out of one of the women’s pussies, but luckily I underestimated the pelvic grips of both females and there was no overt sign from either of them, although I knew Larissa had to have gotten the worst of it being on bottom. Bianca was not going to let the opportunity go to waste either as as soon as she regained her breath she posted up and began raining first slaps then punches down onto the supine figure of Larissa, going first for the face then when Larissa was able to arch her head away, her boobs.
The slaps at first sounded like hitting a water balloon but then when the punches began, it was more like punching hamburger. Larissa began to shriek with Bianca getting more and more sure sighted and tried to block, but there was too much space to block and not enough room to move away. It was after a particularly vicious tit shot that I could see white fluid on the knuckles of Bianca’s black PVC gloves, and on the origination of the hit from Larissa’s brown nipple. It was the milk that Larissa had been using to feed her son with and that was now being punched out of Larissa’s boobs. I was astonished that it had taken this many of Bianca’s punches before showing itself, and Bianca was a bit taken aback as well. When she realized what was happening, she laughed and holding up her fist to Brad, said “Look honey, I;m milking this cow just like I said I would!”
I don’t know if it was the pain in her tits that motivated her, or the humiliation in front of her hated ex, but it galvanized Larissa to act, and act she did, getting her legs out of their tangle with Bianca’s and getting a scissor grip on the blonde’s waist, she sent an upper cut to her chin that momentarily stunned Bianca. As she was falling back from the blow, Larissa tilted her to the side, directing her foe to the ground with her scissor lock still in place. Now both entwined on the floor but with the better position, Larissa secured another hair lock with her left hand and reached down with her right between the blonde’s leg, gave Bianca’s wet pubes a squeeze. If I thought Bianca gave a shriek before, she positively screamed when Larissa began to start pulling out tufts of Bianca’s bush. Both Bianca’s hands flew to her crotch, trying to get Larissa’s hand away from the sensitive area. But Larissa had now gotten a finger into Bianca’s slit, and was trying to either fuck her or open it up to get the ball out, I couldn’t say. The milk was still somewhat dribbling down her chest, although not as quickly, and there was a fierce determined gaze in her eyes, as if to say “Fuck you for making me appear weak in front of my ex”
Bianca was sobbing now as Larissa continued to work on her once-proud bush. There were patches now in it that I could clearly see and Bianca’s slit was getting really red around where Larissa was roughly fingering her. Bianca’s hands, ineffectual in getting them off her pubes, tried to rip into Larissa’s own but was having trouble getting a grip at that angle, plus Larissa was able to use her left hand to swat it away whenever the blonde got near her own crotch. In desperation she aimed an awkward uppercut using the unique position of the 2 fighters on the ground at Larissa’s head to get her off balance. It connected surprisingly well, and Larissa’s back arched, stunned, giving Bianca a momentary advantage. The blonde followed up with a straight punch stabbing deep into Larissa’s soft belly, doubling her up and driving the wind out of the brunette. I could tell it really hurt her, and was shouting encouragement to keep her mind off the pain, while my brain registered Brad shouting at Bianca to further punish Larissa.
I don’t know what the blonde was thinking, perhaps she was trying to buy herself some time to get out of her predicament, but as Larissa was winded on the ground with her legs still part ways wrapped around the blonde, Bianca used a burst of speed to get her own legs free while at the same time grabbing Larissa’s chest in a bearhug. The sounds of sweaty, milk-covered tits smacked together in the small room and I could see Larissa’s face break out in a grimace as the pressure forced more milk from her battered tits. The tendons stood out on Bianca;s taut arms as she squeezed, trying to force the rest of the breath out of Larissa’s lungs and perhaps get her to pass out, as Larissa’s face was getting kind of red and purple from the exertion. Or maybe the blonde just wanted to punish her MILF tits a bit more as from the position I was it I saw a bit of a smirk on her face as she kept squeezing. Then her face registered puzzlement, then sudden realization, then shrieking again, as I could see Larissa’s fingers had gotten into the blonde’s snatch again and were pinching and manipulating the hell out of her pinks folds and clit area. The blonde let go of her hold and pushed off my fiancé to hold herself between her legs, pain written clearly across her features. Larissa was meanwhile just gulping down air and trying to get her breath back, taking advantage of the blonde’s reluctance to continue fighting for the moment.
Both battered brawlers were slow to get up, despite me and Brad’s exhortations. They each staggered to their knees, then noticing their opponents were in a vulnerable position as well, tried to rush over and take advantage. They hit more or less at the same time, with neither gaining any advantage, just tied up in an exhausted rough test of strength, each trying to keep the other’s hands away from their own vulnerable regions, while resting their heads on each other’s shoulders. Then Larissa was able to get an arm free by pulling back as far as she could then snaking it in to wrap around the blonde’s neck. Bianca, seeing that Larissa had a firm hold on her head, tried desperately to get her own hold on my fiancé or at least in a position to push her away, but it was tough as Larissa’s hands were locked and her tendons were straining. Bianca finally managed to get a hand on Larissa’s back, right as Larissa surged forward and caused the blonde to trip over the carpet, sending both women down in a heap.
They struggle for a bit until they ended up in a kind of high 69 position in that each girl’s head was firmly pressed into the other’s chest. Their arms were still wrapped around each other, as if very hesitant to let the other go and get any advantage or even to move from the position. Instead, first Bianca grabbed Larissa’s head in an upside down bearhug from that position and while it looked like she was just trying to keep Larissa there until she could figure out what to do next, she realized that a breast smother was still just as effective. Larissa, blinded and getting very little air, still had the presence of mind to also clasp Bianca around the head and pull her into her slightly larger bosom. Here is where I believe the fight began to show definite signs of ending, as Larissa’s milk-filled tits were softer and more pliable than Bianca’s pert mounds, making them much more elastic and able to cover the blonde’s airway more effectively. After just a few minutes, the hard breathing blonde realized the advantage Larissa’s larger tits gave her and began to try and get away, but Larissa was having none of it, and once the blonde managed to get her head out and suck in a big breath, she quickly pulled the blonde mop of hair right back into her tits.
A few minutes longer of this and Bianca was no longer trying to smother Larissa instead just merely trying to escape, but my fiancé had locked her arms around her rival and was not letting her go at all. I could see a bit of a smirk from Larissa as she felt the tide beginning to go her way if only she could just hang on, and hang on she did. Bianca’s motions were beginning to get more frantic, as if she could sense she was going to run out of oxygen soon and needed to do something now otherwise it would be too late, but Larissa was in just too good of a position with her iron grip on her head. The larger funbags of my fiancé that I loved to play with were now being used very effectively to do work, and Larissa was utilizing them to the fullest. Towards the end in desperation some part of Bianca’s mind must have said there was still a way to win if only she could get the globe in Larissa’s cunt, and her hands flew up to try and pry it out of the brunette’s snatch, but feeling victory imminent, Larissa twisted her hips back and away from the reach of the blonde;s questing fingers. That was the final conscious position of Bianca in this fight, fingers vainly questing for my fiancé’s snatch while getting effectively breast smothered. Little by little, her motions got more and more desperate, until finally Bianca’s body was effectively limp, Larissa had smothered her out.
But according to the rules of the fight my fiancé had not won yet, she still needed the key from Bianca’s pussy. After a fair amount of time and right before I was about to caution Larissa to let her go before any brain damage occurred, my fiancé let her rival’s head gently down to the floor and getting up as quickly as her fight-ravaged body could manage, she made her way down to her rival’s legs. She roughly spread the blonde’s thighs into a spread-eagle position, emphasizing her dominance of the blonde. Looking at the unconscious face of the blonde, covered in the milk she had been so proud to wring out of my fiancé’s tits earlier, and the vulnerable position of her body at the hands of Larissa, I almost felt sorry for her until I realized that had the positions been reversed she would have done the same to Larissa or worse. As my fiancé knelt at the blonde’s crotch and started her own quest into her rival’s pussy for the key, I could see Bianca’s body reacting unconsciously whenever Larissa hit a sensitive spot in her pink caverns. I could see Larissa smirking a bit at that, until finally her fingers closed around it and she pulled the now-wet globe out of the challenger’s pussy with a pop and raised it up to show her audience of both males.
To this day, I will always treasure the sight of my nearly nude fiancé holding the physical key to her victory in her hands while she stood over the unconscious body of her rival. Her brown hair was mussed, her tanned skin flushed, sweat, milk and in some scuffed up places blood combined to form a sheen over her body in the low light, giving her statuesque victory pose an almost Amazon quality. Her rival’s alabaster skin gleamed in the opposite hue, further emphasizing the difference between the two women. If I had had a camera, I could have won an award for that picture if I have labeled it “Moment of victory”, but as it is, that image will only live on in my memories.
Now that this epic battle was done, to the victors go the spoils. As soon as she moved though, I could tell it was mostly an act, as her first step towards me was a stumble. Luckily she was able to stagger over towards me and free my cuffs first since as soon as I was out of the cuffs my first act was to catch her as the adrenaline dump from the fight, the victory orgasm endorphins running thru her system, and the fluid loss all went to her head at the same moment and she was about to go down as if pole axed. I grabbed her as she fell and decided to get her to a decent place to wash her off, and the only place I could think of was the bathroom. As I cradled my sexy fiancé’s limp nude body in my arms, a voice called out behind me “hey, what about me?”
I had forgotten that Brad was tied up in the room too, as my concentration was so intense and intrigued from the end of the fight that I had forgotten there was another man in the room. Then I realized exactly what he had said, that he had only mentioned himself in his plea to escape, no mention of the gladiatrix that had just fought her heart out for him. Knew there was a reason I hated this guy. “I’ll let you go in a bit, don’t run off anywhere in the meantime.” On that corny joke I headed to the main bathroom with my warrior woman cradled in my arms.
The bathroom was def the highlight of the cabin. A small 4 person Jacuzzi tub shared a wall with an enormous multi-headed shower with bench, done in all dark marble, giving the room the impression of a brightly lit cave, which was my intention once I had all the work done. Me and Larissa had spent quite a few nights just playing around with all the plumbing in the room (male and female ;) ). Now I started a shower going, and set her still limp form on the shower bench to wake up while I started to fill the Jacuzzi tub. Then I remembered the out cold Bianca still on the living room floor, and figured I should go get her here and cleaned up too. The nasty part of my mind also wanted to see what Larissa had in mind for her beaten rival once she woke up and was feeling more herself now, so I left a Gatorade and made sure the auto shut off sensor was working on the Jacuzzi tub before I went back to get her. Sure enough Bianca was still passed out spread eagle where Larissa had left her after smothering her and getting the handcuff key out of her pussy. I gently carried her off to the bathroom under the sullen gaze of Brad. Yea dude your girl lost, deal with it.
As I carried Bianca into the bathroom, I noticed that Larissa was now awake and sitting up on the bench sipping the Gatorade I had left. She turned her gaze towards me and smiled thanks to me then saw what I had in my arms and her gaze turned to hatred tinged with lust. I gently laid the still comatose Bianca on the marble floor of the shower just out of range of the spray and sat down next to Larissa on the bench. She kissed me passionately and said “Told you I could beat that bitch”.
I nodded and replied “that you did, now what did you want to do with her?” I couldn’t wait to hear the answer to this, as my dick was still rock hard from all that it had witnessed during the fight and knowing Larissa she had some very nasty erotic ideas of what she wanted from the loser. She smiled at me then turned a hard gaze to the loser, eyes open and sitting up now. Larissa got up and went over to the loser, now quietly sobbing as the full implication of what had happened sunk in. She grabbed the blonde’s matted hair and pulled Bianca, crawling, over to the bench towards me. My cock was sticking straight up in the mesh shorts as I saw my victorious fiancé bringing me her little sex toy.
As she approached in front of me, Larissa motioned her to stop by tugging on her hair like a horse to heel and Bianca did, slumping down like a defeated puddle. Larissa then gave her a slap across the face, not too hard but just enough to show dominance as she began to explain the rules to her. “Listen, bitch, you lost, so by our deal that makes you, all of you, ours for the night. You and your loser boyfriend can leave in the morning, but tonight you belong to us and we can use you however we like. Now, the first thing I want you to do pull down those shorts and give my man a nice wet blowjob”
A bit confused, as I;m sure she was expecting something far more sinister from Larissa (no doubt she would have started with far worse if she had won), Bianca hastened almost eagerly to comply. As soon as she pulled down the waistband, my cock jumped straight out almost hitting her in the face. She greedily sucked it in between her pouty lips and began to give me a first class blowjob. My attention was drawn away from the gorgeous blonde expertly sucking my cock by my beautiful fiancé grabbing my head and giving me a swirling tongue duel with her mouth that was almost enough to take the attention off my lower regions. I say almost as after a few minutes of this dual stimulation, I was just about ready to burst. Larissa, sensing this, pulled back and also yanked on Bianca’s hair signaling her to cease sucking.
“Alright cunt, now I am going to ride my prize until he shoots, and all the while I want you to use that talented tongue of yours and give us both some extra stimulation down there,” she said as she started to rub her engorged clit. It had taken a beating in their fight, but all the swelling must have just made it more sensitive, and I couldn’t wait to get inside my future wife’s victorious pussy for the first time all week. It was probably one of the single most erotic sights I have ever seen, my fiancé straddling my cock and taking it in, inch by inch, a look of positive ecstasy on her face, while in the background between her legs (and behind my cock) I could just see the beaten face of Bianca, her expression a mix of loss, ecstasy and lust/anticipation as my shaft continued to disappear into Larissa’s depths.
Finally she was balls deep, her favorite position, and began to squirm in my lap, getting the full feel for my cock on all sides of her pink depths. Then, proving that she was not too tired from the exertion of her unique fight, she began to hump me, pulling herself up and off about halfway then sliding down again. She also began pulling her favorite trick, clenching with her pelvic muscles on the way up and then releasing on the way down, giving me a feeling of being most pleasurably milked. I was able to see Bianca with a bit of awe on her face as she watched the woman who beat her giving me untold pleasure with the pussy that beat hers, then I didn’t see her. I next felt a small, feminine tongue on my balls, licking them thoroughly and sensuously pressing around the charged area. When I felt the tongue disappear, I next felt delicate hands moving to replace it and caress my sack, and also felt a gasp from Larissa and a sharp motion coming from her hips, as if an electric shock had run through her. The humping motion then resumed as if only momentarily interrupted and on the next up motion I could see Bianca’s nude body, with her face cut off as it was pressed directly against Larissa’s crotch. The sight of this and the knowledge that Larissa was getting eaten out by the woman she beat while I was fucking her was just too much and with a quick “I;m coming!” began to bear down and pour my load into Larissa’s waiting snatch.
I will say this, Bianca must have been a great, very sensual lover on her own, since as soon as she heard I was coming, she whipped around in front of me and began to suck on Larissa’s engorged clit, causing my fiancé to explode and arch her from the sensations, a critical tell I remember from our lovemaking. As we were both coming down from our orgasmic high, panting and moaning still, I could tell Bianca was not between us anymore, but other than that I did not know and did not care. When we both had the energy to move after those draining orgasms, we turned and saw Bianca on her knees in the shower spray, sitting on her heels like a samurai with her head at a slight down tilt to emphasize her obedience. Larissa and I exchanged a look then smiling Larissa got off my softening cock and with her pussy still full of my cream went over to stand in front of the kneeling Bianca.
Larissa pulled the blonde;s hair to her crotch and said “Eat, taste the cum my man has left and savor it, because this is the closest you will be getting to any in a pussy tonight”. Like an obedient dog, Bianca started lapping, getting all the white fluid that began to drip out of Larissa’s snatch, and after a week of no sex there was quite a bit of it. After Larissa was satisfied that there was no more left in her snatch, she pulled the kneeling blonde to her feet, and to my surprise and eroticism, began French kissing the blonde while my cum was still in her mouth. Bianca’s wide eyes belayed how surprised she was as well, but after a bit she shut her eyes and just went with it as well. When all my cum was well and truly gone down both these awesome women’s throats, they opened their eyes to look at each other, a warm, lustful feeling emanating from them. Finally Larissa smiled and broke the spell. “Let’s get into the Jacuzzi now”
I was definitely down for that as despite the warm lust beginning to spread again from my crotch, the shower spray was beginning to feel a bit chilly. We all trooped out of the shower and into the tub, me first and Larissa next seating herself on my right with Bianca positioning herself on my left. We each settled back for bit, just enjoying the heat and the closeness. I settle back and closed my eyes. Then I felt a hand caress my balls, then another one. I opened my eyes and right in front of me was Larissa and Bianca making out. Looking down into the water, I could swear their hands were working furiously between the girls legs, then when Larissa gasped I knew that they were. My cock was rapidly recovering as the women continued their tongue (and other body parts..) dueling, until finally Larissa broke it off and stood up in the tub, waded over to the edge and sat down on it, spreading her legs and her swollen pussy lips with one hand. She smiled at the two of us still in the tub and looking at Bianca, huskily said “Eat me”. The blonde hastened to comply, swimming over to between Larissa’s legs and sticking out her tongue became to lap feverishly at her conqueror’s pink gash. Apparently she was doing pretty good as Larissa closed her eyes and, began moaning in the pitch that I knew mean she was closing in on a squirting orgasm, and began to clutch her right boob as well to make the most of the sensations emanating from her snatch. Not needing a hint, I came up on Larissa’s left side and began to lick and suck on her left nipple, increasing the effect on her erogenous zone. She began to moan louder, and arching her back laid down fully on the ledge outside of the tub and spread her legs wider, giving Bianca more access to her pussy. The blonde and I hurried to pleasure her more fully as she lay there, Bianca eating her out even more vigorously if possible and I went to alternating sucking on both her nipples as Larissa lay with her back arched. The panting increased, until Larissa’s whole body tensed, and she squirted her girl cum out into Bianca’s open mouth, drenching the blonde’s face. After a few copious squirts, she lay back, totally spent.
I looked over at Bianca, watching the life flow back into Larissa’s still twitching form, face still covered with warm cum, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over and kissed her, my tongue lapping at the clear goo coating her face, and delighting in tasting my fiancé on the lips of this woman. Bianca, very surprised at first, soon got into it, and we were making out and sharing Larissa’s cum like she had shared mine with Larissa. When there was no more to clean off Bianca’s face, I stopped and took a look back into the blonde’s cute face, a hunger growing in her eyes as she looked between my legs and saw my now rigid cock. A cough forced us both to look at Larissa, now recovered and sitting up on her elbows just watching us, a kind of enigmatic smile playing across her face. I was wondering what it meant while glancing at Bianca I saw what looked like a hint of surprise, fear and resignation all at once. Larissa got up and taking Bianca’s hand pulled her out of the tub. With a shake of her head she motioned me to follow until we were at the towel rack.
“Dry us both off, then yourself, bitch” she commanded Bianca. The blonde complied, drying off Larissa first, exposing skin still flushed with arousal and especially taking her time drying off my fiancé’s tanned red breasts. After my fiancé’s tanned body was dried off, as Larissa was putting her wet brown hair up into a bun, Bianca turned her attention to me. She started from the feet up, coming up behind me and starting at my calves, working her way up the back of my thighs, over my butt then up and caressing the small of my back, working her way over my shoulder blades and then concentrating on my neck. She had skilled hands, I can say that much, as even standing up she managed to get me to relax and just go with the sensations of the head massage. Then when I was almost ready to fully pass out, her hands abruptly disappeared and an instant later I felt 2 hands reaching around my waist to caress my cock in front. She began milking it, causing it to go to full hardness, impressive considering she could not see it from behind my torso. Just when I was about ready to say I was getting to the point of no return again, I heard Larissa’s voice again bringing me back to the present.
“Alright cunt, that’s a good job, your turn now,” and with that she handed me a hand towel and gestured me to turn around. I did so, eager to start caressing the pert boobs of this feisty blonde, but my fiancé had gotten to her front first and was roughly toweling off her breasts, making the blonde wince due to all the previous stimulation her tits had undergone but I could see her nipples were starting to stand up straight. I concentrated on toweling off her taut ass, marveling at the alabaster skin in contrast to my fiancé’s tanned butt, and enjoyed playing with the toned curves the blond had. After I was done with her lower body, I decided to start drying off her upper, and lo and behold what did I see but Larissa and Bianca making out yet again. This wasn;t the aggressive tongue fight from earlier, but a much more slow, sensuous make out session with each party enjoying fulfillment. This time it was I who had to give a cough until both pairs of female eyes opened and came back to reality.
“Ok, time to go to the bedroom, whore,” Larissa said huskily. I couldn’t wait as she led Bianca by the hand to the master bedroom of the cabin.
While the bathroom was the crowning public showcase to the cabin, the master bedroom was our personal cave of solitude, with a huge king size mattress on a 4 post bed and soft mood lighting controlled from the panel on the nightstand. I was fairly excited as I remembered all the hot sex me and Larissa had had together in this room, and with the new addition of Bianca to the mix, I couldn’t wait. Larissa led Bianca to the side of the bed and dragged her up to the head of the bed, then was content to make out with the nude blonde a bit more. The sight of tanned, nude brunette Larissa and alabaster, blonde Bianca sensuously locked at the lips was too much for me, and I had to reach down and caress my now throbbing member. Then as suddenly as it happened, the women stopped, and I could feel the change in the air, as if this pleasant interlude was over.
With deliberate slowness, Larissa moved her hands up to grasp Bianca’s head, then quickly she delivered a stinging slap to Bianca’s face, I was about to protest, but then I saw that Bianca put up no resistance to the blow, and instead just took it full force, causing her head to loll back. Larissa then aggressively grabbed the blonde’s hair and dragged her down to lay her head at the edge of the bed nearest me. “You know what you have to do, loser, now start sucking until I say stop”, Larissa commanded. I can’t say for certain, but I could swear I heard a weak “yes mistress,” from Bianca before she clamped her lips on the head of my cock and started giving me the best blowjob I have ever had up to that point. As I stood there and let Bianca go to work, my toes started to curl in ecstasy, my back involuntarily arched and I unconsciously started to fuck Bianca’s mouth. She took my length without protest, and I felt my balls hit her chin as I bottomed out down her throat with nary a gag, a feat I was particularly impressed with as Larissa had a somewhat sensitive gag reflex, a fact she only found out about when we started making love, to my satisfaction.
“Alright bitch, you know what to do, and just to show that I’m not too cruel…” With that I heard a thud and opened my eyes as Larissa tossed a small bottle of something onto the bed next to Bianca. Bianca looked at it with a resigned expression yet there was a hint of gratitude on her face as if she did not expect it. I turned to look at Larissa and got a shock as my fiancé stood there hands on hips looking defiantly at the blonde, a blue strap-on attached to her waist. She was looking intently at the Blonde, as if daring her to defy her, although that was not the case at this time. Bianca took the bottle and sliding onto her back and opening her legs, opened the bottle cap and began to pour the glistening liquid first over her mound, down her red slit and then dripped further down, to her asshole. I could clearly see the damage Larissa did during their fight in the red and inflamed pussy flesh Bianca was displaying, then was astonished as once the lube was fully applied to her cunt, Bianca’s fingers started to work it into her pert rosebud, pushing her fingers in and out of the brown hole and giving it a slightly gaped look, one that I had only ever seen in porn flicks. Larissa was staring intently at the blonde as she lubed up her entire ass, then when the blonde was done and looked to her for instructions, Larissa indicated to her to roll onto her side which the blonde hastened to comply. Then looking at me, she pushed me towards the back side of the blonde, to where I lay resting in the ‘big spoon’ position behind Bianca, my cock now fully engorged and pointing at her lubed up butt. Larissa knelt up near the blonde’s head and repeating her move from earlier, grabbed Bianca’s head and gave it a stinging slap, although with not as much force as previously, more to establish dominance. Holding a shock of blonde hair, her next words sent an erotic tingle down thru my cock as she spoke.
“Alright bitch, now here we come to the endgame. We fought, you lost, now you pay the price. And just to make sure, what were the stakes?” Bianca tried to look away ashamed, but Larissa still had a hold on her hair and pulled her up to look at her. “Well loser cunt, what were they?”
Bianca sighed then steeling herself up, said ”Loser gets their asshole fucked, hard and deep”
Larissa nodded “That’s right, now do your thing,” she said looking directly at me. I didn’t need to be told twice, I guided my sausage into the well-lubed hole until I felt my balls hit pussy flesh. I felt Bianca tense up then sigh as she felt my length enter her. As soon as I bottomed out I began to oh so slowly fuck that tight little ass, slowly at first then faster and harder until I was pounding Bianca’s butt. I could see Bianca was clenching her hands and moaning, in pain or pleasure I didn’t know but I still kept fucking under Larissa’s watchful gaze. As our humping continued, and Bianca’s hands and noises remained constant, I could feel that something was about to change, and I was right. As soon as I looked up, there was Larissa kneeling in-between Bianca’s opened legs in a move that reminded me of an attempt at a lesbian scissor. What was different was Larissa had a strap on dildo lubed up and ready at the entrance to Bianca’s pussy, and with a push she slipped it in, getting in a rhythm with my thrusts and double fucking both Bianca’s holes. If I thought the blonde might be moaning before, she was positively shrieking now, the tendons in her toned arms standing out and her head thrown back, mouth open in a continuous O.
I don’t know how long Larissa and I kept up the dual pounding of Bianca, but I know it was quite some time, and it was all I could do to keep up with Larissa. You would think a catfight and multiple previous orgasms would have sapped her of all energy, but she still kept up the furious pace, cramming the blue dildo into Bianca’s orifice and making the blonde squirm. I could feel the head of the dildo myself occasionally thru the walls of Bianca’s rectum and when Larissa repositioned her thrusting a bit, it was like a finger rubbing the underside of my cock and I could feel my orgasm building. When it was getting to be too much, I quickly said “I’m gonna cum!” and reaching around grabbed Bianca’s boob to caress it. Larissa smiled as she saw that I was very close and sped up her thrusting, maximizing my sensations as well and causing Bianca to screech even more. As I shot my second load into Bianca’s asshole, I swear her ass milked my cock at the last minute and caught all the blood rushing down to my cock, making me light headed for a few minutes. So by the time I went soft and my dick curled out of Bianca’s ass, I didn’t notice Larissa had gone for a bit, as Bianca and I were still both recovering from the intense orgasms.
By the time I realized Larissa was not in the room, Bianca had recovered enough to roll over and give me a full kiss on the lips, whispered “Thanks for being so gentle” and went into the bathroom to go clean up. As she was in the bathroom, I heard faint cries coming from the living room and the familiar rhythmic pounding that I knew had to be coming from 2 people humping. As I listened, I could tell the volume was going up a bit, as if someone was really giving it to the other person, then suddenly it stopped, and as I began to wonder at the source of it, a nude Bianca stepped back out of the bathroom and I was not wondering about a vague noise anymore. We both lay on the bed, still exhausted by the physical exertions we had just done and just making small talk when a nude Larissa came back in, without the dildo on. I thought for sure I was busted since as far as I knew Larissa still hated Bianca, but to my surprise the first thing she did was come over to Bianca and start to make out with her. Bianca, probably as stunned as I was, took a little longer to get into the swing of it, but they were furiously making out in no time. If I hadn’t just had the most intense orgasm of my life I would have been rock hard by that point, but as it was I was not 14 anymore and my cock stayed disappointingly soft. Larissa noticed this and smiling broke off her tongue fest with Bianca and beckoned me over.
“Let’s take a little break for a sec, we have all night and I don’t want our stud to run out of gas too early, do you hon?” I was about to reply then I saw that it was Bianca she was speaking to, who nodded coyly at the suggestion. I was still reeling from this turn of events, but was not complaining as we all took a nap in that big bed, me in the middle with the brunette on my right and the blonde on my left, both feminine heads curled up on my chest and went almost immediately to sleep, exhausted. I was pretty tired too, but not too tired to get up in another couple hours rock hard again and be good to go. That night was probably one of the most erotic memories in my life as the 3 of us did things I had never and will probably never do again, including a bisexual Eiffel tower, sucking a woman’s tits while another lays opposite you and does the same, and dual-partner prostate milking. I will let you imagine what roles each of us played in that little circus… ;)

While one would think that night might be the end of it, that was only a waypoint to the saga. When I woke up the next morning to hands on my crotch, I expected only 2 hands in the vicinity, but when my head came out of the sleep fog, to my sleep-addled surprise I counted that there were 4! Bianca was still here! I was initially puzzled, but then I felt 2 mouths working my genitals, one on my shaft and the other on my balls, and I wasn’t curious anymore, I just went with it. After our little morning session was over, I got the latest news from the girls. Turns out that Brad, once Larissa had finally freed him, decided to just get the hell out of there last night, being the filthy coward I thought he was and leaving his lover in our ‘clutches’. I didn’t think my estimation of him could fall any lower but apparently I was wrong. Luckily Bianca was mature enough to see him for the douche bag he was and after an early morning cry session, realized she was much better off finding out now rather than later. He had initially fooled an innocent good girl by his outer demeanor and tried to get her to literally fight his battles with Larissa for him but messed up and now an experienced woman sat in her place. To my surprise, Larissa didn’t have any harsh feeling towards Bianca for being with Brad, after all she could relate to what she had gone through and understood the pain and heartbreak the bastard could put a person through, and that was really only the start of our continuing friendship as a couple with Bianca. That day the three of us made love all day, only on a bit more equal terms than the night before. I saw my beautiful fiancé delicately eat out a woman’s pussy for the first time (although it wouldn’t be the last…) and we all left the cabin feeling well satisfied.
After that weekend, we went back home and gave Bianca a ride to her apartment. I didn’t find out the details until later, but apparently when she got there Brad had some friends over playing video games. She promptly broke up with him, called the cops and threw his ass out since the apartment was in her name anyways. When he started to get angry at being shown up in front of his friends, she called him a busted ass dickhead and asked how Larissa’s strap on felt when she fucked him up the ass with it Saturday night. His shocked reaction to her knowledge of it and the embarrassment of being called out in front of his friends, plus the cops laughing reaction to this announcement infuriated him and he started making threats against her life right there in front of the cops, who promptly stopped laughing and handcuffed him roughly when they took him in. When she heard that he had gotten out on bail a bit later, she was frankly terrified. That’s when Larissa stepped in and said she could stay with us for a few weeks for free if she would help out babysitting the kid a bit. Bianca accepted and in the end the boy did end up getting to know his new babysitter pretty well, as once Brad was released first thing he did (like a dumbass) was come by Bianca’s old place for revenge, with a gun. Luckily the police were there waiting, and in the ensuing firefight one of the bullets struck him in the spine, paralyzing him from the waist down and confining him to a wheelchair for life. When he went to jail, I heard he was one of the most popular prisoners there as he couldn’t run away. Once it got out, his record as an abusive woman beater didn’t help either and I have no sympathy for him, only a bit of thanks that he had helped indirectly introduce Bianca into our little world of sexfighting, although how that came about will have to wait for another time…