An Italian Sandwich

Mariah leaned forward with intent eyes, watching this all happen. It was like watching the Discovery Channel and seeing a snake coil around her prey. Squeezing. Constricting. Pulling. Granted, comparing Diana to the mouse in that situation really did not work, there wasn’t nearly that much of a difference in size between them. But it was still a sexy analogy to contemplate.

As for Bubbles herself, she had a unique view of the situation. She’d smothered enough women to know how the process was supposed to go. The slowing heartbeat, the weakening muscles, the hazy look in her foe’s eyes as they drifted off into a sweaty slumber. With the end in sight, her mind was moving to the next step. What would she do with Diana’s clothes after she went night-night? Keep or strip? Maybe tie her up, let her wake up in bondage? She seemed kinky enough for it, and Bubbles was eager to see how far those boundaries could be pushed.

But maybe such thoughts - enjoyable as they could be - were premature. Diana wasn't finished yet, after all. Not quite.

Bubbles raised her eyebrows as her foe managed to weaken her grip. Deftly pulling her fingers away to weaken the hold and give her the precious air she craved. It was an interesting way to escape, made doubly so by the way she'd been fading at the time, and communicated a clear message: Diana was not a woman who went to sleep easily. Bubbles needed to work harder for her meal.

”Hey, there, welcome back.” Bubbles taunted as she looked up at Diana and felt her heated breath pour over her face. ”What's wrong? Not a breast woman?” She pulled her head up and whispered. ”I have other features.”

With those lusty, ominous words, Bubbles shot her legs up, wrapped them around Diana’s waist and put her in a tight bodyscissors, crushing her from the sides. If she couldn't put this Amazon down the fun way, she'd gladly do it the hard way.

Freedom came, but not without a great cost to the reserves of the Italian. Her endurance and stamina was still prominent, but even the greatest cardio in the world wouldn't help an individual who simply couldn't breath. Now she could mind, albeit, only a little.

Now with her face free from those twin valleys, Diana would nudge it up only slightly, simply to avoid Bubbles merely shoving it straight back in. A fact made easier given the bigger figure would pull on those raven locks, merely to whisper a tease.

"Not a...submissive..." She'd respond, with a single eye closed with the other askew, gazing upon Bubbles' gorgeous features. Without even a chance to fill her lungs, she'd find the jaws of life closing upon her again, this time pressing her firm sides directly in, with those monstrous legs hooking up and behind her not only out of reach, but likely out of manipulation regardless.

With a time limit now placed on Diana's frame until the lack of oxygen reigned over the pleasure from the agony, Diana slowly slid her toned mitts under and around the biceps of the figure so haplessly crushing her. Hooking under and around them, as if going for a full nelson from the front albeit without the two hands interlocking over the neck, Diana would use such a grip to now push her frame down.

Hard.

Grinding her toned abdomen and lesser, but by no means any less great bosom into Bubble's frame, Diana opted to the somewhat lewd counter of trying to force her way from the scissors by simply body pressing her way out. Or arguably, humping her way out.

And there was no doubt in the Italian's mind, that Bubbles frame would be somewhat greatly resistant to such a manoeuvre, from a figure notably smaller no doubt.

But then again, there was a lot for Diana to grind down against.

Feisty, this one was. So feisty. Not that Bubbles minded that in the least - she loved it when her prey struggled. She was like the T-Rex from Jurassic Park, not wanting to eat a meal that was just sitting out there without any challenge...though the T-Rex did eventually eat that lamb, anyway. Not a perfect analogy.

But Diana was a fighter, a fact she made quite clear from her defiant words. ”Not a submissive, huh?” Bubbles giggled as she powered down on her iron thighs, honed from years of rigorous training, able to give pleasure and pain in equal measure. ”You will be when I’m done with you.”

Most women would’ve pulled away from such a hold, vainly trying to escape. Diana was not ‘most women’ in any sense, though. She came in closer, decreased the space between them, came headlong into the danger zone. An unwise move, at first glance.

But then came the grinding.

This was usually the sort of thing Bubbles did to her opponents, not so much the other way around. She moaned as Diana’s hardened body slid over hers, steel grinding against steel, mashing her into the mat with every thrust, their skin slapping together. It was a near-perfect fit, the kind Bubbles could only compare to having with one other woman - a woman who happened to be close by and was enjoying the show.

If the idea was to weaken Bubbles and make her drop the scissorhold, Diana succeeded. She decided she had better things to with her legs, as she let go and intertwined them with the amazon’s, using the leverage to hump right back and increase the pressure. She even used her hands to grab a handful of Diana’s lustrous hair and force her head downwards, making sure she could see the manic look in her eyes and feel the heat in her breath.

”Kiss me.”

Now, that was a first.

Diana had escaped better applied submission holds from stronger, better woman many a time before, but never this way.

Never via humping.

No complaints, mind.

Biting into her lip over the mere idea of such, Diana would not relent there, as she seemingly tried to turn the canvas beneath Bubbles into a busty-amazon-shaped crater. Now was not the time for words she figured, again opting to show Bubbles just how adverse she was to the concept of her smaller Italian figure being the less dominant one.

Still she'd grind, using those mighty biceps of the bigger figure to pull on tightly; feeling her tout abdomen fight for even control over Bubble's denser stomach; her mighty chest struggling to flatten a pair that made hers seem small.

The grinding back did Diana's arousal no favours, with her right hand briefly digging into that muscled flesh, teeth baring as the sheer heat from the move turned the Italian momentarily into a ragdoll. Eyes clenched so tight that carbon between them would have turned to diamond, Diana again opened a single eye as she brought her face up to Bubbles own; a bead of sweat dangling from her nose, and haplessly sliding its way onto the larger figures.

"Make..me.."

Oh, a challenge. Finally. And a unique one, at that. The only thing Bubbles liked more than a challenge was a unique challenge.

Mariah voiced her thoughts perfectly. ”Oh, what's this?” She daintily hopped over  their twisting bodies and leaped to the other side, where she bent over and got a better look at the sweaty mess. ”I think she's trying to outgrind you, dear.”

Bubbles giggles at Mariah’s chirping, but kept her eyes focused on the alabaster beauty, centering herself on matching Diana’s moves. Each thrust downward was met with a slap upwards. As Diana’s breasts drilled downwards, her own moved over to engulf them. It was like a game of sensual chess with their bodies as the pieces, with two stubborn women on both sides of the field.

Looking to take up some more territory, Bubbles answered Diana by leaning upwards, opening her mouth, comings just close enough to make their lips graze, filling the Amazon’s mouth with her own heated breath...and stopping. She stopped the kiss before the deal could be sealed, daring Diana to close the gap and give in to her feral lusts.

Somehow, someway, the fact that a beauty such as Mariah was simply goading from the sidelines; literally prancing over the two of them and writhing in joy at the performance before her, made the situation all the hotter for the Italian prize-fighter.

She didn't think such was even possible, with the outright beauty of Bubbles coupled with a form of figure Diana pined the post over already sending an uncontrollable quiver down her thighs. Bubble's might of even been able to feel it, had her own monstrous limbs not being pressing Diana's legs to the point of stationary. In a contest such as this, the only point in Diana's favour was seemingly the Italian's greater lust, which was only marginal itself. She was working against a greater figure, greater curves, and just perhaps, greater skill in this particular endeavour.

A tingle went down her spine over the imagined thought of the activities Bubbles and Mariah themselves got up to in their own private domain.

Once more, the Italian's eyes fell to the figure besides them, scowling a moment with dark smile attached as Mariah stated the obvious. It was a simple fact that Mariah was cheering for the figure at the bottom of the entwined couple, but Diana suspected she didn't at all complain at the relative stalemate that had unfolded before them.

One now broken, by Bubble's injection of hot breath upon lips.

"Ohhh..." Completely unnerved by said outward gasp, the tingle down Diana's spine would be noticeable in sight to Mariah and feel to Bubbles both as her hips somewhat swaggered and jiggled atop the giant figure. Combined with the salty, nostril-flaring smell of sweat mixed with the natural aroma of the two, and perhaps a sweet fragrance from the nearby bystander, and of course the great feel upon her bosom, abdomen and hips, Diana turned limp for but a second; with abdomen con-caving in as she exhaled herself from the heat of the moment; chest still stabbing but sliding a little over the great bosom of Bubbles as she found her figure leaning forward just a little, so that her head could slump over her shoulders.

Bubbles was nothing if not observant. Many people thought she was all lust, that she simply went after women with mindless abandon and fucked them raw in the middle of the ring. That wasn’t a wholly inaccurate, but it was off the track in one key way: her sex was never mindless, no matter how wild and crazy it go. There was always a method to the madness.

All the little reactions in Diana’s body told an interested story, painted the picture of a woman not wanting to jump off the cliff she was rapidly being pushed to. Likely she was imagining all the things that would and could happen to her if Mariah and Bubbles had their way, and that was driving her wild, but she wasn’t quite sold yet.

Not a problem. Bubbles knew how to sweeten the deal.

”It’s okay, it’s okay.”  She giggled as Diana sighed and slumped, putting her head down and bringing her ear into whispering range. She gave the lobe a probing like, then spoke right into it. ”You know what they called me back home? The Virgin Killer?” She had a husky laugh, one that shook both their bodies.

”Truth was, I never had many real virgins. But you might think that if you heard the way I made the girls scream.” She went back to her grinding, slapping their abs together, pressing their sexes along each through the thin material, slipping and sliding. ”What about you, Diana? You gonna scream for me?” She gave the Italian’s ass a sharp slap and kept her hand in place, digging hard into the ivory flesh. ”Want to know what me and Mariah could do to you?”

Turning limp was quite possibly the worst thing Diana could have done. Or the best thing, depending on your outlook.

For a woman convinced she was going to reduce the giant beneath her to a quivering mess, it was certainly the worst. Diana simply could not control her frame; shuddering and squirming, as it became apparent Bubble's was not merely skilled at reigning in women in such a manner. She was an expert.

"Hrghh..." Lowly, heated breath escaping the lips of the Italian, the side of Diana that remained competitive no matter what the situation hated her so for staying so placid, and even more so the fact that playing the victim was so enjoyable.

With each thick ab ridge sliding back and forth between the Italian's own modest six pack, Diana would be forced to exhale with every motion. The very nudges of Bubble's superior midriff were somewhat designating just when Diana was allowed to breath; every time the bigger beauty's frame drew breath, Diana's abdomen would have to make way for the superior tummy forcing itself out. Her right leg had already slid from its perfectly balanced position atop of the ample thigh beneath it; now somewhat dangling halfway off it, as the toes attached to the end of said leg began to curl to their fullest.

The sudden, sharp slap to her rear would snap her out of her arousal-coma for but a moment, before the continuing thrusts and grinds of Bubbles put her right back in it. She'd keep silent over the question posed to her; her mind already racing at the idea of Bubbles and Mariah both ravishing her, until the Italian was but a canvas-draping mess. Only her voice stayed silent, mind.

The rest of her figure was screaming.

Not a peep out of this one. Mariah frowned when it became clear that Diana was going to stay tight-lipped, but Bubbles? She just smiled even harder. This was new thing, since most of her conquests sang to high heavens with ease, more than eager to voice their approval. This one? She was putting up a fight, and that would make the chase and the aftermath so much more satisfying.

”Okay, then.” She ran her fingernails over Diana’s ass, leaving a red trail on that perfect skin. ”Let’s get that scream. Mariah?”

With the pretenses of a match all but dissolved, she nodded towards her wife and gave her the silent okay to join in. Mariah slipped through the ropes without a peep and stood over the two intertwined goddesses, just taking a moment to admire the scene before she added to it. With a sultry strut, she stepped over Diana’s body, one foot on both sides, and slowly descended.

She came to sit on the Italian’s firm and fine ass, taking a moment shuffle around and rub against, settling in. From there, she leaned forward and came down across Diana’s back, pressing her breasts against the shoulders and plunging her face into that dark mass of hair.

”You’re soft.” She whispered and brought her tongue, running it along the length of Diana’s neck, all while Bubbles stared up into those gleaming blue eyes. She pressed up while Mariah pushed down, and the grinding began once more.

A quick scraping of the skin would make Diana's entire figure tense; before promtply falling flat yet again as she turned Bubble's into her own personal mattress. With hands having now fallen from the amazon beneath her, Diana attempted to grasp tightly the cloth that formed the surface of the ring beneath them both, as she tried to come to grips with something. A fact rather, that a word she had never deemed appropriate to describe her, was becoming incredibly apt for the Italian right now.

Submissive.

With her frame already on edge enough, the fact Mariah was now seated atop of Diana of course didn't help in the slightest. Bubbles alone was evidently enough to overwhelm the Italian, but now both of them? Mariah herself was a looker, and then some, so much so that the sandwich filling as it were between the two married slices of bread found her mind racing with thoughts reminding herself just how attractive Mariah was, given there was next to no chance she'd lay eyes upon her. Not before this encounter was over, that was.

And then, came the grinding. Diana's robust frame was a shivering, soft mess just by the hand of Bubbles, but now with the figure that had tamed said amazon now blanketing her rear? Diana didn't know such pleasure was possible. Not whilst she remained so adamant that she was the one in control. Thoughts made apparent, as words with absolutely no actions backing them forced themselves from Diana's lips; clearly audible directly into Bubble's ear, and perhaps just enough for the figure now making her home on Diana's back and rear to.

"Just for the record..." Her words without movement in the slightest already hitting a brick wall simply forcing themselves from the Italian's lips, as Diana was forced to near chew into her tongue simply to hold in the moans. "..this is me...wearing you down..."