Keeping it fresh
By Joebur68

The pressure on Steph’s neck was almost intolerable. With her head held firmly in place by Bella’s meaty, muscle-bound thighs, she knew there was little hope of escape. Once more, she tried grabbing at the beautifully rounded buttocks which sat inches from her face, their size and shape accentuated by the close fitting grey cotton sports thong nestled deep into the ass crack. All this did was encourage Bella further. A flex of the legs squeezing a gasp from her trapped wife. Propping herself up onto her right elbow, Bella peered down the length of her body, over her voluptuous hips and ass and smiled at the sight of her lover’s rapidly reddening face, emerging from the back of her upper legs. ‘ Come on, Steph. Tap out. You haven’t got a hope,” she smiled. Her eyes screwed tight, Steph refused to answer. She knew she only had herself to blame for this predicament….

It had started with an innocent conversation at work about partners and their peccadillos. The usual fantasies had been bandied around ( spanking, role play etc) before one of the girls disclosed how her boyfriend had tried to interest her in catfighting. Although all the women had laughed at the absurdity of such a suggestion, it had piqued Steph’s interest. When she had got home that night, she mentioned it to Bella, her wife of many years. Steph had rationalised that something like that might appeal to both of them – after all they were both sporty, both naturally competitive and were in pretty good shape thanks to a mutual love of yoga and the gym- and, after twenty plus years together, it might not hurt to perhaps try something new to add a bit of variety to their sex life. Bella seemed a little non-plussed by the suggestion but said she’d think on it. After a few days, Steph had pretty much forgotten the chat and so was unsuspecting when, after a hard day at the office, she was greeted by a note on the apartment door from Bella, informing her that there was a gift for her in the bedroom and ,once Steph had put it on, to meet her in the lounge. On the bed, Steph found a gift wrapped package of work out underwear – a sports bra and thong in matching green cotton ( a tribute to her Irish heritage?) with a thick white band across the waist line and the bottom of the bra top. It fit perfectly, maybe even a little snuggly with a not displeasing slight muffin top and tit bulge evident. Not at all bad for north of 45! Still not suspecting anything out of the ordinary, Steph walked into the lounge and stopped in surprise. All the furniture had been pushed aside and the floor was covered in gym mats. In that moment of confusion, the beautiful Irish pawg was jumped. Grabbed around the waist from behind, she found herself thrown to the floor. For a dreadful second, Steph thought the apartment had been broken into and an intruder was attacking. This terrible possibility dissolved though as, feeling the weight of the attacker sitting on her back, an all-to-familiar voice breathed in her ear, “I loved your idea of a catfight, gorgeous. This is going to be great!” “Bella? What the …….?” began Steph, trying to turn to face her lover. “ ah,ah,ah! No time for chatting. It’s time to fight,” hissed the voice in her ear. Immediately, Steph felt Bella’s brawny right arm slide around her throat and begin to compress. As Bella’s left arm nestled against Steph’s left ear, the hold was locked in. Frantically, Steph began to bat at her wife-turned-torturer’s arm, her hazel eyes beginning to bulge and her pale complexion starting to darken. Short, sharp pants broke from her lips as she tried desperately to breath.

Mercifully, Bella released the hold, letting Steph collapse onto the mats face first. After taking a couple of seconds to gather herself, Steph rolled to her back to face her tormentor. Bella stood astride her, her fulsome, curvaceous figure bulging over and out of a matching set of work out underwear to Steph’s, albeit in pearl grey. Her beautiful dark skin gleamed with a sheen of body butter, her black ringlets of hair were tied into a short pony tail and her chocolate brown eyes glinted with mischief. She was clearly enjoying herself, if her prominent camel toe and erect nipples, both of which were easily visible through the cotton garments, were anything to go by. Still smarting, Steph tried to struggle to her elbows but too late. Bella obviously wasn’t going to let up her advantage. Dropping to her knees, the Afro-American beauty quickly tipped the Irishwoman back onto her front and sat on top of her victim’s upper back, turning so her feet framed Steph’s splayed left arm. Leaning forwards, Bella took hold of the wrist and lifted the arm up and back towards her, pulling it against the joint. Although Steph considered herself to be very flexible and supple (years of dancing, gymnastics and yoga had stretched and strengthened her tendons markedly), this was agony! She could swear she could feel the bones grinding together inside her rotator cup, not to mention the discomfort of all of her wife’s weight squashing her against the mat, flattening her impressive 34 D boobs. Bella wasn’t content with this though and continued to pile on the pain. Continuously, she pulsed the held arm back towards her, taking secret pleasure in Steph’s upper arm pressing firmly against her aroused pussy. “What do you think, Steph? Had enough? Just tap the floor if you want to give?” mused Bella, pulling the arm fractionally further back. Her only response was a yelp of pain from close to her large, ovoid ass. “Need a little more encouragement?” laughed Bella. “Ok.” With that, she bent Steph’s arm at the elbow, folding it almost flat. Excruciating! To make matters worse for Steph, Bella then took hold of the trapped hand and pulled it toward her, the arm now forming into an almost triangular shape. “Fuck!” Screamed Steph as another wave of pain washed over her. “Arghh, arghh ,arghh!!” In frustration and agony, Steph pushed her forehead into the mat, eyes screwed shut and teeth gritted, and kicked frantically at the mats, trying to grab some purchase to dislodge Bella from her back. “Oh yeah! Now you’re starting to feel it,” laughed Bella, wiggling her huge ass on the struggling Steph’s shoulder blades. Blowing an increasing sweaty strand of her strawberry blond hair off of her face, Steph snarled “Bella, you cow! This isn’t fair! You never…” A tweak of the arm interrupted Steph’s admonishment with a howl of agony. “What’s fair got to do with it?” giggled Bella, now wrapping her left arm around Steph’s bent limb and further squeezing it together. “What did coach always say at basketball? Do whatever it takes to win!” It was with that reminiscence that Steph realised she was in real trouble. Yes, they loved each other dearly- more than anything else probably- but they both also loved to win and would not baulk from taking any advantage that came their way. Bella wasn’t going to stop until Steph gave up but, and at this Steph steeled her resolve, she wasn’t going down easily.

Perhaps Bella realised that Steph was going to try and tough it out because she decided to change her tactics. Without warning, the beautiful black bombshell let Steph’s arm go and slid off of her back. Gasping in gratitude, Steph pulled the injured appendage in close, cradling the brutalised wrist but her relief was momentary. Kneeling behind her, the black amazon’s strong hands grabbed Steph’s right ankle and crossed the pawg’s thick, shapely legs at the knees. Now swapping to grab the left ankle, Bella bent Steph’s trapped lower legs at a right angle to the floor. She breathed admiringly at the view. “Fuck! Your ass looks amazing in that thong- so huge and squeezable. And those thighs!! Hmmm Hmmm.” With that, the torture recommenced. Her knees framing Steph’s pretzled legs, Bella pushed forward, the left leg squashing painfully against the trapped right in a modified calf crusher. Again, Steph howled, the hair falling across her face, strands drifting in between her plump, pink lips that were stretched to capacity. “Come on,” grunted Bella, adding to the agony by sadistically beginning to push the top of Steph’s trapped foot away from her, straightening it too far. “Don’t be so stubborn. Just submit!” “No!” yelled Steph, louder than she intended. “Ok,” breathed Bella, planting her right foot to rise up slightly. Her added height was used to lean onto the trapped legs, her large breasts hovering over Steph’s stretched foot while the weight of her upper body pushed her lover’s legs further forward, almost within touching distance of her quivering pale buttocks. Again, Bella felt a trill of ecstasy through her pussy as Steph’s lower shin unwillingly stimulated her.

Hands clenched into fists, Steph was straining on her forearms, her face damp with sweat which dropped onto the mat inches below her. If she could raise herself onto her hands perhaps….? With a herculean effort, she pushed up, gritted her teeth and opened her eyes…..to look straight back at herself! Obviously expecting this, Bella had positioned the apartment’s mirrors to maximise the full enjoyment of the spectacle. The image was dominated by both women’s heaving cleavages which threatened to burst free of their sports bras, both gleaming with a sheen of perspiration. “Hell of a view, ain’t it?” called Bella, giving Steph’s foot another little pulse, extracting another gasp of pain. “Look left.” Steph couldn’t help herself. A glance to her left revealed their over-the-door mirror from their bedroom lying on its side, giving a full body view of Steph’s contorted physique- the triceps and shoulder muscles defined in the cobra stance, her soft stomach pushing into the plastic coated mats, her well-upholstered ass shaking with stress as her entwined legs edged ever nearer. Bella, never one to miss an advantage when offered, used the distraction wisely. Reaching forward, she grabbed a handful of the drenched hair of her dearest love, keeping the head elevated. Again, the Irish beauty screamed, her right hand snapping up to try and break the hold but it was no use. Pushing herself up on her right foot, Bella jumped forward over the now-released legs, which crashed back to the mats, and sat heavily down onto Steph’s mid back, her cotton thong darkening with the sweat that had pooled there. Keeping Steph’s head raised, Bella scooped up her lover’s left arm, sliding it over her own left knee. Swapping hands, she repeated the same move on the right before releasing the hair and cupping Steph’s anguished face under the chin. “Christ! We look incredible!” Breathed Bella. Again, Steph couldn’t resist. Her arms draped over the top of Bella’s knees, her huge breasts were barely restrained by the thin emerald cotton top (it wasn’t just Bella’s nipples that were erect either!) . Above her, Bella’s arms were extended and tense, her own mountainous breasts squeezed up between her biceps . A naughty smile spread across Bella’s face. “Hmmmm! Me likey!! Let’s make this even more catfighty!” With that, she released Steph’s chin, allowing the pawg’s head to drop forward. However, Steph was still hanging between her wife’s knees. When she raised her head again, the reflection showed a now topless Bella, jiggling her huge café crème breasts playfully, pouting at her reflection. “Oh, that’s much better. Now…..your turn, gorgeous,” Bella grinned, reaching forwards to grab Steph’s top. “No!” yelled Steph, wriggling angrily to avoid a further humiliation. The move had the unexpected effect of freeing Steph’s right arm. Slipping out of the camel clutch, she landed face down again, once more gasping as her tits were squashed against a thankfully padded floor. Suddenly, the weight on her back relented. In a second of relief, Steph rolled over, the cool plastic covering easing the burning in her back muscles.

Once more, she had played right into Bella’s hands. Her eye’s closed in pain, Steph didn’t see Bella knees’ position themselves on either side of her head. Those eyes quickly snapped open though as another handful of hair was grabbed. Steph was looking right at Bella’s huge, smooth ass, mere inches above her. Shifting forwards, Bella now stretched out her legs behind her and snapped them together, crossing her ankles. A classic reverse head scissors. Pushing herself up into her own sphinx pose, Bella turned on the pressure. Once more, Steph’s legs flailed, her feet slamming the mat in desperation but it was pointless. Bella really had her now. Slowly, Bella lay down along her trapped wife’s lower body and began to turn onto her right side, twisting Steph with her.

And that brings us full circle. Steph could now feel herself fading fast. She was exhausted, dripping with sweat and hurt everywhere. The folds of flesh at the top of the Afro-American Amazon’s thighs threatened to swamp the Irish beauty- the big, fulsome ass filled her vision, the scent of the body butter moisturiser almost choking her. Again, Steph glanced at the mirror. If it wasn’t for the agony she was in, she’d be really turned on by what she saw. The swoop of Bella’s torso from her ribs to her waist, rising to a peak at the hips, a little fat roll spilling over the band of her thong; the unbelievable, breath-taking roundness of her big ass, only enhanced by the triangle of grey cotton sitting at the top of her butt cheeks, the thick fulsome thighs hiding steel cores which tapered into long powerful legs, with clearly defined, pronounced calf muscles. If only it wasn’t her contorted, squashed face that was clamped between those massive thighs. “Come on, Steph”, sighed Bella, reaching over to brush Steph’s hair away from her face, “Give it up. Just slap the floor.” To further encourage, Bella squeezed again. “ Naarrrgghhhh, naaaarrrggggh!” squealed Steph, her left hand flailing, her right hand trapped under her own body. This was hopeless. There was no way out. Her vision began to swim as her oxygen supply was restricted. She had no choice. Closing her eyes in frustration, she slapped the floor three times. “Good girl,” breathed Bella, releasing the hold, allowing Steph to roll free and onto her chest, her hands rubbing her neck to ease the agony. However, she snapped back to full awareness as Bella knelt beside her and rested her hand on her shoulder. “Get the fuck off me!” Steph snapped, slapping Bella away. “Steph? What….?” Gasped Bella. “You wanted..” “Piss off, you bitch!” screamed Steph, her Irish brogue bursting free as she rounded on her wife and struggled to her feet. “You fucking cheated and jumped me! This was meant to be fun but no! You had to fucking ruin it! You….you….!!” Overwhelmed with anger, pain and frustration, Steph threw her hands up in the air, turned and stumbled out of the lounge into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

An hour later, Steph heard the bedroom door open. She lay on her side on the bed, facing towards the window, still clad in her gym underwear. As the bed sank under Bella’s weight, Steph ground her teeth but didn’t move. She heard Bella take a deep breath. “Steph? I’m so sorry. I didn’t think …. I just…..” Another deep breath. “Look, I messed up. When you suggested a catfight, I wasn’t keen but then, I watched a couple of videos and….well…. It was so hot! I fantasised about us wrestling and stripping each other down, making each other cry out. So…well…. I couldn’t stop myself. I just got carried away in the moment and….” Her voice cracked slightly and tailed off. There was a pregnant pause in the darkness. “Look, darling, I am so sorry. I don’t want to upset you for the world. Please…. Can’t we move passed this? Please?” Facing away from her begging spouse, Steph’s face softened. Bella did seem genuinely sorry and, after all, this whole catfight idea had been hers. She felt the mattress rise. Bella had obviously stood up, perhaps to leave……”I want a rematch!” Steph let it hang there, not turning around. Had Bella heard? Was she still in the room? Again, there was silence then “What?” “I said I want a rematch,” repeated the strawberry blond bombshell, “But with certain stipulations.” Again there was silence, except for a faint rustling. The mattress again sank as Bella once more climbed on the bed. This time, however, she slid her body up close to Steph, draping her arm long the length of her lover’s body. The Irish girl purred quietly to herself. Bella was obviously naked. Steph could feel Bella’s large, warm breasts against her back, the strip of a recently Brazilian-waxed pussy against her green-thonged ass. Steph wriggled backwards against her warmth. Gently, Bella ran her hand lightly along Steph’s right arm, up over her shoulder and swept the strawberry blond hair away from her shoulder. Steph gasped quietly at the soft, warm kiss just below her ear. This was quickly followed by another, slightly firmer kiss a little further along the neck, then another. “So,” breathed Bella, her hand sliding under her wife’s right arm, along the ridge of her ribs and under the band of her sports bra. “What are these stipulations?” A deep, throaty groan eased from Steph, her back arching away from Bella as her huge ass pushed back against her. “Well… we agree a time for our match, we wait until we’re both ready, we agree the rules and then……” “Then?” whispered Bella, her hand now massaging Steph’s soft, pliant right breast, squeezing the proud- standing nipple between her index and middle finger while she continued to muzzle her neck. “Then…… I kick your ass,” sighed Steph, turning her head to look into Bella’s dark, sultry eyes. “Oh really?” smiled the Afro-American beauty, gently rolling Steph onto her back. Steph lifted her arms above her head, inviting Bella to now remove her sports bra; her large, pale tits rising with the fabric as it was slid up her arms before escaping to fall back down with a fleshy slap and then to be instantly set upon by her wife - Bella greedily taking as much of the fleshy right breast as her mouth could manage while squeezing and kneading the left tit vigorously. ”And how are you going to do that?” she whispered, looking up to watch Steph squirming in pleasure. “Oh, I’m not giving away all my secrets. You’ll just have to wait and see.” Steph sighed, her eyelids fluttering as the waves of delight swept over her. ”But I might tell you one move I’m going to use.” She teased. “Oh - which one is that, then?” giggled Bella, beginning to kiss down the soft, pillowy stomach while simultaneously easing the jade sports thong off of the large, bulbous hips. “A front face scissors,” groaned Steph, her neck arched in ecstasy. “Your face is going to be buried in my pussy while I crush you until you surrender.” “Well, that’s quite a move,” admitted Bella, sliding off of the end of the bed and rolling the thong off of Steph’s legs. “And do expect me just to take it?” “Oh, I hope not,” breathed Steph, fixing Bella with a mischievous stare, “I want to feel you fight and writhe and struggle against my cunny. I want to be absolutely sopping wet down there by the time I’ve put you in your place.” “Is that so?” gasped Bella in mock indignation, staring up at the Irish pawg beauty between her truly impressive cleavage. “I’d better help you practice then.” Sliding Steph’s thick, shapely legs over her shoulders, Bella traced a line with her tongue up a pale, smooth inner thigh. Another deep, throaty groan erupted from the Irish beauty as her lover’s tongue slipped between her pussy lips and started lightly lapping at her clit. Twisting handfuls of the bed sheet as she neared climax, Steph smiled. Yes, the fight had been hell but now… if this was always going to be aftermath, then bring on the next bout!