Here we go again!
By Joebur68

The morning of Steph and Bella’s rematch arrived and the couple worked together, preparing the room. All furniture that could be removed was, any remaining sharp edges were covered with pillows and cushions and the floor was amply covered by a brand new set of interlocking foam mats, bought especially for the occasion. Steph watched as Bella set the cameras and timers she had borrowed from her work, synchronising them all at multiple points and heights around the room so they could enjoy the fruits of their labours at a later date. Once everything was in place, they completed their pre match stretches in sweats before going to separate rooms to change. Five minutes later, both emerged clad in bath robes. Before the timers activated, the rules were listed one final time- no punching, kicking, knee strikes or gouging, hair pulling was ok to a certain degree, there’d be multiple tap outs with a 10 second break in between and a half hour time limit. Now- the unveiling. Steph, her strawberry blond tresses recently styled into a classic bob, shimmied out of her robe. Her pale, curvaceous physique was clad in a black micro bikini- the tiny ebony triangles of cloth barely hiding her nipples and pussy while the string ties strained over the bounteous hips and her swelling 38 D’s. Her body shone with a liberal application of baby oil. Bella breathed heavily at the sight, untied her belt and shrugged her robe to the floor. Her body sparkled with a glitter-infused body butter, her mammoth breasts and freshly waxed pussy bulging behind her own micro bikini of baby pink, its light tones perfectly complimenting her dark skin. Both twirled for the others benefit, their luscious, large asses on full display. With seconds to go before the timers clicked in, the women shared a long, passionate kiss before both retreating 3 steps. Bella reached for the phone set to stopwatch mode and pressed start. In perfect unison, the red indicator lights on every camera switched to green. The fight was on!
Tentatively, the women circled each other, both grinning at the other. Slowly, Bella straightened up to her full 5 feet 9 and raised her right hand, tilting her head to indicate the challenge. Keeping eye contact, Steph obliged, the lovers’ fingers intertwining into a grip. Still staring into each other’s eyes, the left hands rose and gripped. Instantly, both began to push, the muscles in their legs and arms bunching with the effort. Gradually, Steph’s slight height and weight advantage began to tell. Grunting with the effort, the Irish pawg started to force Bella’s hands downwards, almost perpendicular to her wrists. Gasping, Bella began to sink to her knees as Steph loomed over her. With a further push, Steph ratcheted up the pressure and the inevitable happened. Bella screwed up her eyes in pain. It was just the opening Steph needed. Diving forward, the Strawberry blond flattened her wife back first onto the mats, her body weight pinning Bella down. Still in control of her wife’s hands, Steph stretched both their arms forward, framing Bella’s shaking head between her own triceps. Licking her lips in anticipation, Steph slithered upwards, her massive breasts homing in on Bella’s face. “Oh no, you don’t,” gasped the Afro-American Amazon, bucking her hips frantically, causing Steph to roll off to the side with a giggled squeal. However, Bella wasn’t safe yet. Still gripping onto her wrists, Steph yanked Bella towards her, rolling her onto her front. Before Bella could defend herself, her wife was on her, straddling the black woman’s back and hooking her arms into a perfect full nelson. Rising up on her knees, Steph began to pull her wife’s upper body clear of the floor mats, bowing her back painfully. Frantically, Bella shook her head “No….no…!” Gritting her teeth, Steph manoeuvred herself into a low crouch and began to pour on the pressure. Systematically, she pulled back her elbows, stretching Bella’s trapped arms further, her large ebony breasts jutting forward and threatening to liberate themselves from the tiny pink circles of the bikini top. Then, her fingers laced together, the Irish pawg began to push downwards, all the force centred on the back of her loved one’s neck. Bella’s chin dropped to her upper chest, her breath becoming increasingly laboured as her airway was restricted. Straining further, Steph continued pushing downwards on the neck while simultaneously pulling her elbows back. Bella’s already shallow breathing began to rise in pitch as the pain and panic began to build. “C’mon! Tap..tap..tap,” Steph growled to herself. One final surge of the pressure was all it took. Bella’s right hand slapped three times against Steph’s forearm, earning an instant release. Straight away, Steph let go, letting Bella collapse to the floor before climbing off of her. However, she didn’t back away. Crouching over her panting combatant, she started the count to ten, ready to take advantage as soon as permissible.
Breathing heavily into the mat, Bella winced at the pain in her neck and shoulders. Oh god! Ten seconds! Struggling, the bombshell raised herself up onto her haunches, her movements a little sluggish. Where was Steph? The answer was immediate. Yelping in surprise, Bella was grabbed from behind by the shoulders and pulled backwards, landing heavily on her well-padded ass. Immediately, Steph’s thick, long legs clamped themselves around Bella’s waist, crossed at the ankles and secured themselves into a crushing body scissors. Involuntarily, Bella gasped as her wife’s thighs began to squeeze into the soft flesh of her midriff. Behind her, Steph couldn’t help but grin sardonically. This would really sap the fight from her partner. She started to lean backwards, her arms taking her weight behind her but, before setting herself, she stretched her left hand forward and pulled the ties on Bella’s flimsy bra top. As the Amazon ragdolled forward to try and catch a sip of air, she looked down at her unfettered breasts, bouncing with each tortured breath. Just as she was about to let loose a tirade of insults, Steph leaned back again, straightening the legs and doubling the intense pressure. Crying out, Bella’s face jerked upwards toward the ceiling for less than a second but that was all the time Steph needed. Like a predator pouncing on its prey, the Strawberry blond beauty wrapped her left hand around Bella’s windpipe and pulled her back flat, hooking her left arm over her wife’s throat and pulling Bella’s head into a dragon sleeper.
Straight away, Bella’s arms began to flail, trying to find a point of contact. Steph, retaining her calm, simply snaked her right arm around Bella’s, immobilising it. She had Bella completely at her mercy. Squeezing her left fist closer towards her spine, she diminished the space for Bella’s neck and then stretched herself to her fullest extent. From under her arm, the muffled cries of her wife once more made Steph smile. This smile widened further when she noticed the camera hanging from the light directly above them. She could imagine the shot it was getting. Bella’s body, stretched to its full extent, sparkling with a mix of body glitter and sweat, the huge breasts spreading over the upper chest, her waist being pulverised by Steph’s mighty thighs. Fantastic!! Again, Steph squeezed.
Fuck! This was agony! Bella was in real trouble. She could barely move. Her waist was being systematically crushed, her right arm was pinned against Steph’s lower ribs and, worst of all, her neck was getting mangled again. With every squeeze, it felt like a vertebrae was about to pop. Not to mention the ignominy of Steph drawing first blood in the stripping stakes. She had to think strategically. If she resisted, Steph might lose confidence in the hold and loosen it, which might give her a chance. But what if Steph didn’t let go? If she stayed trapped in the dragon much longer, she’d be too battered, bruised and exhausted to battle back. Perhaps it would be better to tap now, get some space between them in the ten seconds and then try to mount an offense? Another agonising squeeze made up her mind for her. Desperately, Bella slapped at Steph’s bent upper arm with her free left hand, shouting “I give..I give!” As soon as Steph relinquished all of the hold, Bella rolled as far away from her tormentor as she could, panting in near exhaustion but determined to retaliate.
Steph rolled onto her front, pushing herself up onto all fours and smiled across at her wife, who was sitting back on her heels, hands resting on her knees as she tried to compose herself. “You ok?” smiled the Irish woman, brushing her hair back and adjusting the tiny black cotton triangles over her nipples. Bella’s raised eyebrows and short derisive snort was answer enough. Steph’s smile widened, the 2-0 lead boosting her confidence markedly. Staying on all fours, the pawg began to stalk towards Bella, who dropped forward onto the same position and advanced. As they closed on each other, Bella struck. Darting forward, she grabbed her wife’s wrists and yanked them forward. With a short screech, Steph pitched headfirst forward. Bella had the advantage now. Keeping her wife’s head pressed to the floor with her right hand, Bella knelt on Steph’s spread arms, eliciting a genuine cry of pain. Recognising the danger that she faced, Steph quickly tried to gather her knees under her to try and power up into a kneeling position. Bella saw this coming though, quickly lying body weight on her wife’s upper back, trapping the folded legs under Steph’s stomach, further mashing Steph’s face deeper into the mat and increasing the pressure on her arms. High pitch rapid pants issued from between her thighs as Bella’s wife struggled to free herself. Wrapping her hands around Steph’s waist, Bella looked along the length of her wife’s enforced yogic puppy stretch pose, the ass noticeably higher than the majority of the back. The sight of the beautiful, pale ass, spread wide like two stretched crescents, the skin taut and bisected by a miniscule black triangle and string made Bella groan inwardly- God, she’d eat that like a ripe peach later! And the view for that camera behind! Those round, wide cheeks, those thick smooth thighs, the pussy lips squeezing out from either side of the bikini panel….. She shook her head. Time to concentrate; for now, she had to act to give herself a fighting chance. Reinforcing the grip around her wife’s waist, Bella began to rock backwards, her powerful thighs engaged to help start to raise herself upright. Steph’s body started to rise with her, her neck and shoulders still pinned to the mat under her wife’s crotch. As her knees lifted of the floor, Steph’s feet started batting at the floor, trying anything to alleviate the pressure. Her cries and shouts were pointless as her mouth was being crushed directly into the foam surface of the mat. Grunting with the strain, Bella continued to lift until only Steph’s toes were touching the floor, her legs and body now in a sadistic downward-facing dog yoga pose. Time for a little revenge. Bella quickly whipped her right out from under her wife’s soft belly, grabbed the strings of Steph’s bikini bottoms and pulled. The knot unravelled and Bella gleefully threw the garment aside. A rise in volume from under her told her that Steph was far from happy about that move. Good!
Time for the next phase. Bella held Steph’s body in the pyramid while pushing her own hips forward, squashing her wife’s face further into the mat but not enough to make her submit. Then, she let go and pushed herself off of Steph’s arms. As her legs crashed down to the mat, Steph did the natural thing after an enforced session of having her face mushed into the mat. She flipped onto her back… just as Bella wanted. Without pausing, the Afro-American Amazon mounted her prone wife again. Once more facing down the length of her wife’s curvaceous body: once more kneeling on the upper arms but this time, with Steph face up, it was time for the inevitable. With exaggerated slowness, Bella large, shining butt lowered itself. Trapped with nowhere to go, Steph desperately turned her face away but to no avail. Reaching behind her, Bella simply pushed her wife’s head into the optimum position and sat down. The soft, supple ass cheeks smothered most of Steph’s face, only her shock-filled eyes were visible between the mounds. Bella’s eyes fluttered in delight as the hot, desperate breath of her beloved filled her snatch. To maximise the hold, Bella gave a little wriggle, delighting in the feel of Steph’s nose and lips deep within her cheeks. Of course, Steph struggled. Planting her feet, she attempted to bridge out. However, Bella quickly nipped this idea in the bud. Leaning forward (making sure her ass was still firmly sat over Steph’s face), Bella took hold of Steph’s lower thighs and prised her legs apart. What a shot that would give them! The camera at the end of the mat would be looking straight between Steph’s splayed fleshy thighs, her aroused glistening shaved pussy, her large, spread breasts and, astride it all, Bella- majestic in her front face smother! She couldn’t resist playing to the camera. Pouting and tossing her hair back, Bella released Steph’s now-limp legs, sat up tall and cupped her massive, engorged breasts, thrusting them forward while grinding her wife’s face beneath her ample posterior. ” Hhhmmmmpphhhh, hhhmmmmmphhhhh!” protested Steph from below, slapping at Bella’s gorgeous rump. Twisting to look over her shoulder, Bella raised her ass fractionally. “Something to say?” she asked in mock innocence.” Aaaahhhhhh…….aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!! Submit, submit!” squealed Steph from under Bella’s ass. Celebrating inwardly, Bella pushed herself up and off her wife, who began gulping fresh air in a frenzy. Bella purred as she looked down at her wife’s shuddering chest, appreciating the failure of Steph’s bikini top to survive the last fall. Reaching down, she lifted the tiny bits of string and cloth from off Steph’s hot, undulating tits. The Irish woman was now completely naked. Ah well. All’s fair in love and war!
Similar to Bella, Steph rolled to the far side of the mat, panting with the exertion of the hold and the depleted air supply. The look she shot Bella was full of mischief. She was still winning and there couldn’t be that long left. “So, that’s the way you want to fight, is it?” Steph smiled, licking her lips, making no attempt to cover her hot, shimmering nakedness, her tits even larger than usual and topped by her prominent, erect pink nipples. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” pouted Bella, “Is all this too much for you to handle?” and, as if to emphasise the point, smoothed her hands up over her thighs, over her soft bulge of tummy and over her equally swollen breasts, the sweat and glitter giving them an almost burnished glow in the artificial light. The fighters started to circle each other, both massively turned on but equally determined not to lose. They came together, wrapping each other in mutual bear hugs, their breasts swelling up between them. Bella believed she had the advantage, as her arms were on the outside, pinning Steph’s against their bodies. However, Steph used this to her advantage. The Irish pawg was able to reach the string of Bella’s bikini bottoms and pull. Bella’s liquid eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Couldn’t resist, could you?” she breathed, pushing herself forward again. She tightened her squeeze further but Steph was already on the offensive. The Irish woman’s left hand had slipped between their lower abdomens and, staring sultrily into her wife’s eyes, she slipped her index and middle finger into Bella’s pussy! With a shuddering gasp, Bella broke the hold but was trapped by Steph’s unorthodox hold. Her eyes closed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Taking advantage of the situation, Steph continued to probe, her fingers working inside her wife’s shaved and very wet pudenda. It was too much for Bella. Every time she seemed to be about to retaliate, a wave of agony/ecstasy would hit, making her gasp and wilt. Taking a handful of her wife’s sodden black hair while keeping her other hand in between her thighs, Steph began to guide Bella to the mat, first to her knees and then flat onto her back. Bella was whimpering, her eyes screwed tight, one hand indecisively wavering between trying to remove the hand from her crotch or leave it there while the other clamped over her eyes. Quickly, Steph moved herself into the position she was desperate to execute. Keeping her fingers deep in Bella’s snatch, she used the handful of hair to lift Bella’s head off of the mat. Although clearly aware something unpleasant was about to be executed, Bella was too consumed by her near orgasm to offer any resistance. Keeping her left fingers at play while at full stretch, Steph slipped her right leg under her true love’s raised head and then, snatched her hand from between Bella wet loins, swung her left leg over the top of her wife’s throat and clamped Bella’s raised head between her pale, flushed thighs. Locking her ankles and still gripping Bella’s head now with both hands, Steph rolled onto her back, pulling Bella over with her so that her vivacious partner’s chin rested on the Hollywood waxed strip of blond pussy hair. “Yes! I told you! I told you!” Steph crowed, lying back and taking her weight on her lower arms. The front face scissors! How she had fantasised about trapping her beautiful wife between her thick, moisten thighs. As she’d predicted, Bella was fighting it, her hands clawing at the top of Steph’s rigid, unforgiving upper legs, trying to create a slight space. In response, the Irish beauty arched her back, her breasts thrusting at the overhead camera, and tightened the crossed legs, her thighs crushing into either side of Bella’s throat. The wave of agony ripped a gasped yelp from the trapped black beauty, whose hands involuntarily curled into fists to try and control her agony. Steph continued to strain. “You can’t escape, Bella. There’s no way I’m letting up. Tap out or pass out!” snarled Steph in pretend anger, feeling pleased at her little word play. “No…way!! ….Not…. gonna…. happen..” gasped Bella, eyes screwed up in pain and concentration as her hands again wrapped around the apex of Steph’s prominent thigh muscles. “Oh really?” opined Steph, raising her eyebrows in mock surprise. Once more, she grabbed a handful of Bella’s hair to keep her under control. Parting her upper thighs fractionally, the Irish pawg pushed Bella downwards slightly and closed the gap again. The black bombshell’s nose and mouth were now in her wife’s pussy, its hot, sweaty musk all she could breathe.
The situation was desperate. Bella had to do something because, if not, she knew it would be game over. Slowly, determinedly, she started to try and gather her legs beneath her. Gradually, she began to rise. When reviewing the film of the battle later, both women would sigh contentedly at this shot. Bella’s large, sparkling ass rising, the muscles bunched in effort, her pussy lips on full view, the gradual reveal between Bella’s thighs of Steph’s buttocks, unwillingly ascending. It was a good plan…. but too late in the match. Bella was too weak after the grinding, telling holds and her almost-orgasm to sustain the lift. With grim determination, Steph squeezed her legs for all her worth, watching the resolve in Bella’s face crumble and falter. With short, laboured breaths, Bella began to collapse under the pressure of the squeeze and the weight of the legs. Her eyes began to lose focus and her hands slipped from atop the thighs. As she crumpled to the mat, Bella used the last of her strength to do the only thing she could. Three weak, barely substantial taps. Jubilant, Steph uncrossed her legs and scooted backwards, allowing her thoroughly-spent wife to splay out on the sweat-dampened mats, her breathing shallow and rapid.
It couldn’t have been timed better. Just as Steph was gathering herself to take further advantage of Bella’s current incapacity, the phone alarm began to bleat. The match was over. Exhausted and grateful, Steph dropped to her knees and sat back on her heels, rivulets of sweat dribbling over her glowing skin, her hair plastered almost flat. Across the mat, Bella was unsteadily rising to all fours, groaning and clearly quite shaken, her flawless dark skin glowing in the lamp light. Both women locked eyes and slowly began to approach each other on their hands and knees. As soon as they were within touching distance, both rose up onto their knees. They were almost nose to nose, their large, heaving breasts pressing into each other. For a long, pregnant moment, they stared at each other ….then simultaneously fell upon each other; their long, wet hungry kiss an indicator of the mix of adrenaline and relief that coursed through them. Both women explored the other’s aching, drenched bodies – Steph working Bella’s huge, café crème boobs while Bella’s fingers stroked and delved inside her wife’s pussy. As both lowered to the mat, Steph glanced at one of the cameras. The green light was still on. It was still recording. Bella, her mouth now focused on her wife’s erect nipples, looked up and smiled. “Set the timers for a little longer. Thought we might want to see the after show as well.” “Hmmm – well, let’s give it something memorable to record then,” breathed Steph, laying her wife flat to the mat, kissing all the way down her soft lower stomach while swinging her right leg over Bella’s body. As their tongues slipped between each other’s labial lips, the cameras captured everything!

The End