Sandra was running a little late by the time she arrived at Lee's flat - she couldn't help feeling annoyed to find Cara had got there ahead of her. They were standing by the stereo with glasses of wine in their hands, and the brazen bitch was rubbing one of her oversized tits against Lee's arm. The vixens had parted on reasonably good terms the day before; mellowed by the satisfaction of winning the Cat Goddess trophy for their club, but now the truce was over - this was serious. Sandra looked her rival up and down, thinking how slutty she looked in her leopard print dress, and showing off how big her arse was. She might have known the bitch would manage to find a lower-cut dress than her own scarlet number.
Lee could sense the acute sexual tension as his girlfriend entered the room, causing his semi-erection to twitch. He was of average height and build, quite youthful looking for his age, with close-cropped, light-brown hair. Lee's only problem, as far as Sandra was concerned, was that he refused to attend the catfights because he couldn't stand violence between women. The vixens greeted each other cordially, while Lee poured Sandra a glass of wine and turned down the smooth jazz a little. Needless to say, the Birthday Boy was thinking he must be the luckiest dog alive, although, he felt a little nervous and somewhat overcome by the situation. While the girls poured the claret down their throats, Lee sipped at his, not wishing to dull his senses. Lee's eyes constantly compared the girls' bodies. It excited the vixens intensely.
Sandra knew that Lee was completely innocent as far as catfighting was concerned, and his first birthday wish was simply to watch them smooching together. Sandra knew he wanted to see them making love and found his naivety rather annoying, just because women liked to go at it together didn't necessarily make them lesbians. One day he would realise that sex was just another form of warfare - if it's not about making babies, it's simply motivated by the urge to dominate. Nevertheless, she tried to give him what he wanted, gently rubbing breasts with Cara as they swayed their hips from side to side in rhythm with one another, and brushed lips sensually. As Cara's tits pushed against her own, it made Sandra aware of the bruises sustained in their preliminary sex fight the day before - it thrilled her so much that she had to resist the urge to rip the leopard print from Cara's body and give her tits another good seeing-too.
Next, Lee asked them to undress each other, slowly, except for their lingerie.
Sandra had made sure she was wearing her best silk bra and panties this time, black and red with matching suspender belt and garters. She might have known Cara would be wearing jungle cat lingerie to match her dress. Never mind, she'd show the upstart who the real feline was later. The girls stood posing unconsciously in their underwear, fishnet stockings and high heels, Channel and Yves Saint Lauren.
Lee noticed the yearning look in their eyes, without realising they were both imploring him to think they were the sexier of the two. He just stood there doing a goldfish impression.
'Well...?' said Sandra. When no reply came, she hissed impatiently, 'What next?' He shrugged his shoulders, looking like a rabbit caught in a cars headlights. 'How about we go to the bedroom?' she added slowly.
While Lee sat on the bed, Sandra and Cara removed each others panties, as requested, leaving the bras till last. Both girls were completely clean-shaven, neither wishing to be outdone by the other. Lee stared at the beautiful contrast of coffee and cream thighs, the vixens' legs disputing each other's beauty. The sirens turned about together, presenting their peachy derrières for his inspection. When they asked him to judge whose was the hottest, he looked completely confounded.
'Who cares?' he said with a shrug.
The nymphs faced off and reached around each others backs to unclasp their bras. Cara took them both and placed Sandra's inside her own. Sandra showed her annoyance at this, but Cara ignored her stare and carefully placed the boulder holders on the dresser. Then the vixens began to compete in earnest, half posing, half dancing, as though they were auditioning for the same job as exotic dancers. Lee looked semi-delirious as he stroked his throbbing member.
As the temptresses advanced slowly towards Lee, the object of their attention eased backwards a little, to kneel on the end of the bed. They both leaned forward and placed their palms on the edge of the mattress, presenting their dangling love puppies for him to compare. Cara placed her right arm across Sandra's shoulders, prompting her to do the same with her left. Lee seemed uncertain at first, but he soon rubbed his palms together and cupped Sandra's left tit and Cara's right, weighing them carefully against each other.
'Wow!' Lee managed to articulate. 'Hers are even bigger than yours, Sand'!'
'Thanks very much,' said Sandra. 'Happy birthday, you insensitive bastard.'
Cara turned her head to smirk at her, while Lee bounced and pressed their tits together gleefully, grinning like a kid at Christmas. He was fascinated by the small differences between them. In length they were even, but Cara's were broader and somehow managed to make Sandra's look somewhat skinny in comparison.
Cara tried to instigate a tongue fight, but Sandra grabbed her tongue with her teeth and sucked as hard as she could. Cara emitted a muffled whimper of pain and struggled to free her captured tongue. The tongue pulled free with a slurping sound. 'Ouch... that hurt, you bitch!'
'Now, now, don't spoil Lee's birthday,' said Sandra, with mock diplomacy.
As Lee continued to fondle their breasts, obliviously, the vixens nipped and pinched the flesh at the top of each other's shoulders. Reluctantly, Lee stopped comparing their orbs and asked Cara to straddle him. Sandra moved beside them as Cara's receptive honey trap slid down Lee's erection. Sandra tried to present her dangling tits to her boyfriend, but Cara bent forwards to fill his face with her own fun bags. Sandra didn't mind Lee fondling both their tits together, but the sight of him enthusiastically mauling Cara's and ignoring her own made her insanely jealous. As Lee sucked away on Cara's teats, Sandra moved around behind his head on all fours, to place her head next to Cara's and push her own tits into the fray.
Lee mumbled something about not being able to breath.
The vixens eased back and glared at each other. Suddenly, there was an explosion of swinging tits trying to batter each other.
'What the hell's happening?' Lee was astounded.
'Do us both together!' Sandra demanded. 'You lie down, Cara. I'll get on top of you. He can relay fuck us.'
'Why should I go on the bottom?' Cara complained.
Sandra placed her hands on her hips, ready to fight. 'Are you looking for trouble, bitch... or what? I'm in charge here. Just do as you're told.'
'Fuck you!' Cara retorted. 'I'll bed wrestle you for it.'
A wicked grin appeared on Sandra's face. 'Fine, if you wanna get pussy-whipped again, that's up to you.'
Lee jumped up to get out of the way, as Cara dived at Sandra. The minxes became locked together - they rolled about the bed cursing and grunting. Lee found himself mesmerised by the sight of their shapely stockinged legs intertwined with each other.
To Sandra's surprise and dismay, it was she who ended up pinned firmly to the mattress, struggling futilely against the extra weight of her nemesis.
'Gotcha,' Cara hissed triumphantly.
After a minute or so, Sandra shouted in an exasperated voice, 'Come on, then, Lee - don't just stand there like a spare dildo.'
Lee snapped out of his reverie and returned to the edge of the bed. 'You need your arses nearer the edge of the mattress, girls.'
The vixens shuffled along together, until they were in the right position. Cara had eased her weight from Sandra's stomach, giving her an opportunity to attempt a reversal of their positions. Sandra arched her back and tried to buck Cara off, but Cara quickly regained her balance and secured her mount.
'You bitch!' Sandra hissed between her teeth.
'Takes one to know one,' returned Cara, with a mirthless smile.
Sandra relaxed and groaned as she felt the throbbing hardness of her lover enter her honey pot. Lee stirred the pot for a couple of minutes, withdrew, and then guided his shaft into Cara, who let out a gasp of pleasure, aroused by the thought of Sandra's love juice mingling with her own. After giving Cara's pussy the same amount of attention, he began to pass between them more quickly, revelling in the heat and wetness of both women. The vixens contracted their vaginal muscles as tightly as possible, attempting to out-squeeze each other. Both girls became obsessed with wondering if their opponent's pussy was tighter than their own. Initially, the desperate squeezing inhibited Lee's movement, but the girls couldn't maintain the pressure for long. He wore down their resistance, noticing how Cara's pussy relented first. The squeezing battle over, Cara did her best to grind her thicker clit against Sandra's.
Needless to say, it wasn't long before Lee shot the bishop, and it was Cara who received the immense gratification of feeling him gush inside her. 'One-nil to me,' she gloated, licking Sandra's lips with the tip of her tongue. Sandra spat lightly in her face but Cara just smiled and licked the spittle from the side of her mouth. Cara was impressed and delighted by the fact that Lee had managed to maintain a full hard on after spurting. 'I want your man,' she whispered to Sandra.
Bites were exchanged on lower lips, reopening the wounds from their previous battle - it made them blood sisters once more. Sweet blood mingled as the upper surfaces of their tongues pressed flat together, squirming against one another frantically. Their teeth clashed as the tongue fight escalated in passion, each hellion struggling to capture the others tongue and suck it dry.
Meanwhile, Lee kept up a steady rhythm as his cock compared their pussies, content at having relieved the pressure on his balls. He was in a world of his own, completely oblivious to the sensual sexy catfight occurring below him.
Cara's winning the pussy battle had added insult to the injury Sandra had sustained in losing the bed wrestle; she was determined to have some satisfaction by taking her frustration out on Cara's nipples.
'Your nipples against my nipples,' Sandra challenged.
Cara accommodated her by taking the weight of her upper body on her arms, so that their tits were no longer flattening out against each other. The copious tit flesh had become sticky with perspiration and peeled slowly apart with the sound of suction pads being removed. Due to their excessive buxomness, the ends of Cara's breasts still rested lightly on Sandra's, but enough space had been gained for Sandra to slide her fingers between them and grasp their nipples. She pinched and rolled them together, causing them both to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Lee mistook the outburst as a sign of his own sexual prowess - it spurred him on to greater effort.
Sandra was gratified by the sensation of her own nipples swelling and expanding. 'Your skinny nipples can't have mine, bitch!' she declared.
'Your skinny titties can't have my proper big titties,' Cara returned.
Sandra continued to crush their nipple flesh together relentlessly, but Cara's refused to soften, already they had lasted longer than in their previous duel. Ignoring the pain inflicted on herself, Sandra pinched as hard as possible and made Cara yelp. Continuing to rub and roll the feuding nipple flesh together eventually paid off, and Sandra moaned at the immense satisfaction of feeling the blood drain from Cara's spent nipples.
Cara groaned in frustration at being bested in nipple virility again. 'All right, I give,' she gasped, wincing. Ignoring the submission, Sandra continued to grind their nipples together, resisting the urge to cry out in pain herself. 'Oh, Jesus, please stop,' Cara pleaded. When Sandra ignored her plea and pinched all the harder, Cara pressed her tits down on Sandra's, trapping her hands.
Still Sandra refused to relent. 'Take it like a woman, bitch; it's the same for both of us.'
Cara screamed and pushed herself up into a sitting position.
Startled, Lee had withdrawn and jumped back. 'What the hell is going on?' he demanded, using a masculine tone for the first time that night.
Cara threw herself sideways, to roll away from Sandra, and then stood up, enraged.
Sandra noticed with satisfaction how Carla's nipples looked crushed and misshapen, making her own pain seem more like pleasure. Her nipples throbbed and swelled even more.
Cara moved around the bed towards Sandra, who rose to meet her. They faced off, hands on hips, glaring viciously into each others eyes.
'Fight me - skinny bitch!' Cara demanded.
'My pleasure - fat bitch!'
'What rules are we gonna fight by, then?' Cara wanted to know.
'Sod the rules!' Sandra shouted. 'Let's have a full on fucking brawl.'
'Come on, Sandra,' Cara shook her head. 'You know we're both too good-looking to risk mutilating our faces.'
'All right, grappling and slapping... like when I titty-whipped you before.'
'And hair,' Cara added enthusiastically. 'I really wanna yank that dull-coloured straw out of your scalp. Oh, yeah, biting as well - but not the face - and no biting things off. How's that sound?'
'Fine by me, bitch, if you wanna wear a wig for work next week - so be it.'
'Wait a minute,' said Lee. 'What the fuck is going on here? You know I can't stand violence between women, Sandra. I forbid you to fight.'
'Oh, shut the fuck up, Lee.' He gawped at Sandra in astonishment; he tried to speak, but couldn't find the words, so she carried on. 'Stop being a wimp and try to enjoy it. You know there are thousands of men who'd pay a lot of money to be in your shoes right now. Anyway, make yourself useful, will you? Go get those two fur rugs from the living room, and bring the cushions from the sofa and chairs.' Lee started to protest, but gave in and did as he was bid.
Once the Amazons were alone, Cara swaggered up to Sandra, so that they stood tit-to-tit. 'How about making it all or nothing, bitch!'
'How do you mean, bitch?' Sandra bumped titties with her.
'The winner gets the man. How's that for a real challenge? I wanna see if you're woman enough to accept.' Cara thrust back with her own tits.
'You're on, all or nothing. And may the real woman win.' Sandra wasn't the type who could resist such a challenge.
The enormity of the stakes stimulated them both, making them wet. Neither vixen considered the consequences; they were living in the moment, ruled by their instinctive animal urges.
Lee returned with his arms full of cushions and a simulated polar bearskin rug. He froze at the sight of the two babes knocking tits together, his mouth wide open.
Sandra turned to stare at him. 'Go on, Lee, get the rest.' He dropped his burden and scurried off again. 'Another thing, Cara, I want you to promise that if I win, you'll be my bitch for the night. I don't want you running away when you're broken. That's what I call all or nothing.'
'Sure, I promise - so long as you make the same promise to me.'
'I promise, because I know I'm gonna break you.'
When Lee came back with the final load, it was to find his birthday presents trying to push each other back with their tits.
The room was soon prepared to serve as an adequate arena; the bed pushed back against the wall, smaller items of furniture removed and cushions covered any remaining hard surfaces. Lee sat fidgeting on the bed. The Amazons circled each other warily, hands raised, searching for any opportunity to strike.
Sandra feinted with her left hand, catching Cara out and enabling her to land a stinging blow to her left cheek. The force of the blow rocked Cara's head back and Sandra smiled to see the tears welling in her eyes.
The sound of the slap made Lee shuffle uneasily on the edge of the bed.
Cara charged forward going for a headlock, but Sandra side-stepped, turned with her and seized her from behind. Her arms thrust under Cara's armpits, enabling her to lock fingers behind her neck. They stumbled about unsteadily on their heels, till one of Sandra's became snagged on the edge of a rug. A backwards shove from Cara sent them both over. Sandra landed heavily with Cara on top - it knocked the wind out of her. In a flash, Cara turned and dived on Sandra before she had time to recover; she straddled her stomach and grasped her wrists. Sandra struggled desperately to prevent Cara from pinning her arms. Cara slid forward to apply more leverage, shuffled across Sandra's tits and squashed them with her arse. Sandra let out a gasp of despair, as Cara pinned her biceps beneath her knees. Cara resisted the temptation to sit on Sandra's face - she wanted to inflict pain, not force an early submission.
Sandra threw up her legs in an attempt to scissor her rival around the neck, but Cara leaned forward, staying out of reach. She began to repeatedly slap Sandra's face, seeking to bring tears to her eyes and exact payback with interest. One of Sandra's shoes had come off, so she kicked the other one aside and drew up her knees for greater leverage, setting the soles of her feet against the floor. Ignoring the stinging pain inflicted on her cheeks, she arched her back and thrust her mid section upwards. Unbalanced by the move, Cara was forced to use her arms to prevent her face from slamming into the floor. Sandra managed to drag her right arm free and used it to grab a clump of Cara's lustrous hair. Steadying herself, Cara used one hand to seize a handful of Sandra's hair, pulling her head clear of the floor. With the other hand, she grasped Sandra's forearm in an attempt to minimize the pain caused by her scalp being tugged.
Eventually, Sandra's arm tired, so that Cara was able to drag it free of her locks and pin it to the floor. Changing tactics, she pulled Sandra's other arm from under her knee, and straightened both arms out in order to pin the wrists together with one hand. With a backwards shuffle, she slid over Sandra's tits once more, leaning forward to avoid the flailing legs trying to scissor her neck. While her right hand pinned both wrists, she used the left to grab a generous portion of Sandra's right tit, digging her claws in to squeeze and knead the tender flesh. Sandra screeched - Cara laughed. Determined to exact revenge for her own battered nipples, Cara grasped Sandra's nipple between her fingers in a vice-like grip, twisting the thick thimble-like pap and feeling it become engorged with hot blood.
'Oh, for God's sake,' Lee protested. He jumped to his feet and paced in an exaggerated fashion.
'Sit the fuck down and shut up,' Cara gave him a withering look.
Lee was unsure of himself and did as ordered, still shaking his head.
Cara wasn't finished with the offending tit yet. She pulled the nipple upwards, stretching the breast as far as the elasticity of the skin would allow, and then began to swing it from side to side, fascinated by the sight of the tit flesh jiggling about like jelly, a manic grin on her beautiful face. But Cara found she couldn't maintain her grip on both Sandra's wrists for long using only one hand. Sandra couldn't bear to have her tits abused without reply; she pulled her right arm free and got hold of Cara's left tit to dig her claws in and twist - her own pain didn't seem so bad as long as she could inflict some in return. The process was repeated several times, Cara re-pinning Sandra's wrist and molesting her tit, till Sandra got her hand free again and returned the favour.
Then the strength drained from Sandra's arms, leaving her at her tormentor's mercy. Her spirit slumped. She hadn't imagined the fight ending like this. If only Lee hadn't been there to witness her humiliation.
'Come on, Sandra,' Cara taunted, slapping her tit. 'I thought you were gonna break me. He's all mine now, bitch!'
A surge of rage swelled within Sandra's breast, choking her throat and boosting her weary limbs with adrenalin. Cara could feel the body beneath her coil like a spring; she was prepared this time when Sandra attempted to buck her off. What she didn't count on was the second thrust following immediately after, with even more force. Cara fell to her left, Sandra twisting with her to provide added impetus. They ended up on their sides, facing each other, with legs locked together, both with a hand in the others hair, the free hand grasping a tit. A nipple wrenching contest ensued. Both Amazons screamed their torment.
'Jesus!' exclaimed Lee, 'what if the neighbours call the coppers? They must think someone's getting murdered in here."
The vixens ignored him, intent on their battle.
Cara was the first to yield, her nipples being unbearably sore from the earlier nipple fight. She released Sandra's nipple and futilely tried to pull off the hand gripping her own. Sandra refused to let go, so Cara began to repeatedly slap her upper arm, striping the pale skin with scarlet welts. Sandra endured the pain as long as she was able, determined to punish Cara.
Eventually, Sandra relented and both vixens used their free hand to grab another handful of hair, as they rose to their knees cursing. They stood up together, arched over from pulling each others heads down, breasts dangling. Cara had lost one shoe and the heel of the other was broken - she kicked it off. They swung each others heads from side to side; the furious shaking caused their tits to swing like pendulums, slapping together with their own twin. They called each other bitch, slapper and lesbian. 'You're fucking dead, bitch!' was repeated often, along with 'I'm gonna show you, bitch!'
Lee was amazed that such doll-like, glamorous women could be so ferocious - their ability to endure pain was impressive, even intimidating. He couldn't help thinking, I wouldn't wanna fight them. Obviously, women had a different kind of strength from men. Something his grandmother used to say came to mind: "Men couldn't possibly understand how tough women are, not unless they could experience having a baby."
The hair-scragging didn't look like it would reach a conclusion any time soon, so Sandra attempted to break the deadlock by searching for the short hairs at the back of Cara's neck, making her yelp as the sensitive down was pulled. Inevitably, Cara followed her example, so that nothing was achieved other than them both experiencing more pain.
'Let go of my hair, bitch!' said Cara.
'You let go of my hair, bitch!' said Sandra.
'Why don't you both just let go of each other's hair?' offered Lee. 'You know you're both complete fucking nutters, don't you?'
His reasoning seemed to get through to them. Cara let go with one hand, so Sandra did the same. But neither of them were prepared to release their grip with the other hand first. Lee had to give them a count of three, before they both obliged. He was horrified to see that they both had strands of the other's hair in each hand.
There was no point in either vixen asking the other if she'd had enough, this was a battle that could end only in the complete domination of one by the other. They brushed the hair from their palms and leaned on their knees panting in preparation for the final reckoning.
The problem was that they were both exhausted, or at least their arms were. When they stood straight, their arms hung by their sides deadweight.
Cara suggested a solution. 'Why don't we settle this with a tit fight, first to give?'
'I don't know about that,' said Sandra.
'What's wrong?' Cara taunted. 'Are your titties scared of mine?'
'Mine beat yours yesterday - remember?' Sandra gave her a sarcastic smile.
Lee looked surprised.
'This would be hands-free, no bear-hugging, just holding each others wrists; we couldn't use our arms to squeeze, anyway. Come on, Sandra! You know this has always been about who's better-titted, it has been since the day we met. What more appropriate way could there be to sort this out?'
Sandra thought about her bruised breasts, but then, her arms were particularly weak from Cara kneeling on them; she needed a break from wrestling.
'Sounds a lot more civilized than trying to tear each other to pieces, like you have been,' said Lee, not really knowing what titfighting involved, but intrigued nonetheless.
'I'll titfight her if you want me to, it's your birthday.' Sandra wanted her boyfriend to take an interest in the fight, to turn him on. 'Would it turn you on?'
'I suppose so,' he said with an embarrassed grin. 'Go on then, titfight her for me.'
The vixens squared off and grasped each others forearms.
Sandra was fully aware that Cara's artillery outgunned hers, reasoning that to win, she needed to be the most aggressive. 'Your tits are getting crushed, bitch!' she promised. Cara just grinned at her.
They began to bump chests together again, but this time with more force, each pulling the other towards them with their arms, slowly and measured at first, grunting and gasping as their tits collided. Gradually, the tempo increased along with their groans.
Lee was surprised by how loud a sound was made as their tits slammed together, like hard objects smacking into each other. The sight and sounds of the contest aroused him immensely, his semi-erection hardened and throbbed. He was enthralled with how the tit flesh of each woman reacted to contact with the other, changing shape and wobbling, that's what he loved about natural breasts.
As their inflamed nipples crushed together, both vixens winced and moaned, experiencing a mixture of both pain and pleasure. Suddenly, Cara raised the ante - as they both drew back, she threw herself forward with force, and slammed her tits into her opponent's. Sandra's pale tits absorbed most of the shock and were forced upwards. Taking advantage of Sandra's surprise, Cara quickly followed up with another full-on slam, winding her opponent and forcing her to back up. Sandra regained her balance and composure, so that this time her tits met Cara's with equal force. The impact drew a yelp from both antagonists, but Cara shrugged off the pain and forced herself to follow up again, before Sandra could recover. The one-way momentum of the blow would have put Sandra on her butt, had they not been clasping forearms.
Sandra thought her tits would burst and gasped for breath. She pulled her arms free from Cara's and clutched her left tit, 'Wait a minute,' she cried.
'What for...?' Cara returned with a sneer, 'we're not dancing tit-to-tit now, we're fighting.' She clutched Sandra's arms again and crashed her chest into hers once more.
Sandra realised she was being rapidly backed up towards the wall. She steadied herself and stepped forward, pushing her breasts against Cara's. They each tried to force the other back with their chest, and it was Sandra who made up ground, forcing Cara back a couple of steps. Both vixens grunted loudly with the effort. As Cara eased back for another slam, Sandra changed tactics and began swinging her tits, getting in a few slaps before Cara could adjust to the change of style. The sound of tit flesh slapping against tit flesh filled the room, adding to Lee's excitement - he was now pumping away furiously at his pride and joy, sucking in breath and moaning. As Cara adjusted her stance and found her rhythm, the slaps turned to thuds as the sides of their tits crashed into each other.
Cara pushed on Sandra's arms, enough to knock her out of her rhythm again, and then took the opportunity to turn the fight back to a slamming match. Caught out once more, Sandra found herself backing up and beaten to the draw. She grunted with frustration as Cara's heavier tits pounded hers without adequate reply.
'Come on, Sandra,' Lee called out, 'your tits can have hers.' The thought of Lee looking on spurred her into a desperate counter attack. As Cara pulled back to gain momentum for another slam, Sandra followed her, pressing their tits together once more. With an enormous effort, she shoved against Cara backing her up just a little. Sandra started swinging her shoulders again, she gripped Cara's biceps and held her back, to prevent her from returning to slamming.
Cara froze, grinning, and stuck her tits out, allowing Sandra to titty slap them without reply. 'Is that all you brought with you, Sandra?' she taunted
Sandra grunted and kept swinging away for a minute or so, before Cara's tits exploded into action, slapping back. 'Come on then, bitch!' hissed Cara.
'Come on, then,' Sandra returned gamely.
Cara pushed forward, seeking to make the contact heavier. Both vixens set their feet and went at it full-on, each trying to batter the other into submission. Sandra was forced back a little but rallied, desperately trying to make a stand.
A hefty blow made Sandra's left tit shudder and jump, causing her to wince. Cara pressed the advantage and backed her up another step.
Hearing Lee call encouragement again, Sandra broke the rules and put her hands over Cara's shoulders, clasping them together behind her neck and bracing herself.
'All right, Sandra, let's go at it,' said Cara, and did the same.
Half sliding, half swinging, they mashed their flesh together, gasping as the sore nipples came into contact. The perspiration gathered in the valley of their cleavages and spread across their tits, making them slippery.
Sandra was becoming weary and her efforts less energetic. Psychologically, she knew her tits were making very little impression on Cara's. The feeling that she must inevitably lose this battle drained her spirit. Cara began to slam her again, despite the effort to hold her back. She winced again, as a sharp pain shot through her left tit.
'Your little tit's done for, bitch!' Car hissed, at noticing Sandra's discomfort
Sandra was backed up, till she felt her back come up against the wall; she struggled desperately to gain some momentum, to turn the tide. She set her palms against the wall and braced her arms, pushing her back off the wall and jamming her tits against Cara's.
A shoving contest developed, Cara seeking to force her opponent up against the wall, Sandra attempting to prevent her doing so. Their sweaty tits squashed each other, flattening out together, so that the displaced tit flesh bulged out at the sides. Cara began to rock her chest from side to side, putting extra pressure on each of Sandra's tits alternately. Sandra groaned her discomfort every time Cara's right tit rocked against her left tit.
Cara drew back and slammed her tits full force into Sandra's, sending her thudding against the wall with a startled yelp. Sensing victory within her grasp, Cara gave her opponent no time to recover. She lifted Sandra's arms above her head and pinned them against the wall.
The strength had completely drained from Sandra's arms and she found herself unable to resist. 'No!' she groaned, frustrated at her helplessness.
'Yes!' Cara replied.
Cara was so tired she was unable to take advantage right away. They stood locked in position, breasts rising and falling together as they greedily sucked in air, Cara savouring the look of defeat and humiliation in Sandra's tear-filled eyes. Their nipples were so swollen and hard that the soreness was almost unbearable as they brushed together inadvertently.
Lee found himself torn between conflicting emotions. He wanted Sandra to win and didn't like seeing her beaten, and yet, the sight of her awesome breasts being dominated by Cara's excited him immensely, unlocking subconscious desires he'd never dreamed he possessed.
Cara had eased the pressure on her aching lungs sufficiently to set about finishing off Sandra. She began to slam her tits into Sandra's once more, but found she was unable to generate adequate momentum while holding her arms aloft. Taking advantage of the weakness in her victims left tit, she resorted to one-on-one pounding, drawing back her left shoulder and slamming her breast into Sandra's opposite number relentlessly, over and again, feeling the satisfaction of her own tit squashing the softened, slightly smaller tit against its own rib cage - until it finally collapsed.
Lee could put off the inevitable no longer and squirted his passion onto his white fur rug, sighing with relief. His capitulation delighted Cara and added to Sandra's humiliation.
The words stuck in Sandra's throat, but she eventually managed to get them out. 'All right, I give.'
Heedless of the submission, Cara continued pounding away - Sandra's whimpering sounded like sweet music to her ears. She jammed her tit up against Sandra's, pressing her hard against the wall and shoved with all her might. The sensation of Sandra's tit flesh offering no resistance to her own made Cara groan with pleasure - she took full gratification at Sandra's expense. She'd become obsessed with destroying her rival's womanliness, thinking of nothing but crushing Sandra's helpless tits.
'Please, Cara,' Sandra begged, 'I can't take any more.'
'Tell me my titties are too big for your titties, bitch.'
'All right,' Sandra gasped. 'Your titties are... uh... too big for... ah... my titties.'
When Cara continued to ignore her pleas, Lee jumped up, adopting an alpha male posture and growling, 'All right, Cara, that's enough.' Now that his passion was spent, he was starting to feel ashamed of himself.
Cara relented and released Sandra's wrists. The defeated Amazon slid down the wall and sat on the floor sobbing, while her conqueror remained standing over her, proudly massaging her own tits like a body builder flexing her muscles.
Carla turned a withering look on Lee, before saying, 'You might think it's enough, but that's not the agreement me and Sandra made between us. You have two choices, either you go in another room and put some ear plugs in, or you take advantage of this once in a lifetime experience. Either way, don't interfere, or I'll have your fucking eyes out, boy.'
Lee turned pale and slumped back onto the bed, feeling emasculated by the dominatrix.
Cara stooped down, took hold of Sandra's slim ankles and dragged her to the centre of the room, saying, 'Till morning your arse belongs to me, Sandra, by that time, you'll be a tame bitch.'
Sandra had calmed down and become stoical about her situation, unable to prevent the thrill of excitement stirring her loins.