The War: Bianca "Bubbles" Burste vs. Femke "Golden" Brouwer

Darya might have started second, but she was going to make Mariah finish first with fingering like this. She had noted the sensitive location which had gotten her results, and allowed her fingers to keep coming back around to it, pressing it a little harder than elsewhere, making sure to keep at least one finger in the general vicinity as a majority of the digits on her hand started plumbing deeper into the brunette's slick sex. But Darya would not become overly reliant on a single spot. That was a surefire way to allow her opponent time to recover, regroup, learn to resist what she was doing. She kept on rotating her fingers around, climbing deeper into that wonderful womanly cavern in long, arcing circles, tracing Mariah's walls and trying to find other sensitive spots to exploit.

Mariah, of course, was exploring, too, and Darya would purr as she felt her own tender spot stroked, shaking her head a little bit as she had to consciously resist the urge to melt a little bit into Mariah's touch. The woman was quite the looker, so strong, so much like herself in so many ways...but American, exotic, not quite a doppelganger like Bubbles was to Femke, but an equal, someone whom Darya could learn from...on all levels, Mariah made her wet, and the touching was only exacerbating her situation. Darya bit her lip, snorted in a breath through her nose, then breathed out slowly.

"Femke and I, ve first met in ze ring...and ve did not like each other," Darya would explain, in a low voice, mouth pressed up against Mariah's ear. "Young girls, ve had a lot of energy, and much creativity in humiliating our opponent...I made her beg in ze first match. And she made me cry in ze second. It vas hot, very hot...but not ze best time in my life. But vhat about ze two of you? You and your champion?"

Meanwhile, in the ring, Femke was made to cum by her opponent, her voice booming through the suddenly hushed arena as her muscles tensed and her hips bucked, and her whole body seemed to burst open with pleasure as her juices squirted all over Bubbles's fingers, drenching them, giving her plenty of that sweet nectar to lick up with that beautiful tongue, those beautiful lips...Femke, even a minute after the orgasm, had to squeeze her eyes shut as an aftershock rocked her, spilling some more juice into the oil beneath her, turning it misty. Free from the stretch muffler, she was propped up on trembling arms and legs, head down, body still convulsing every few seconds. Wave after wave of pleasure slammed into her. She almost came a second time just on the raw force of the vestigal pleasure.

But, slowly, the wonderful feelings began to subside, and she would lift herself up into a kneeling position. Glancing upward, she saw her opponent approaching, and, with a deep breath and a big, enthusiastic smile, she would pull herself up onto her feet, putting her hands on her hips as she stepped forward into Bubbles again. She just wanted to drink in the woman's eessence. Those big blue eyes alone could be enough to make her cum in a staring contest.

"God, please, yes. I need more of your body, your touch..." she moaned, as their huge pairs of tits smacked together again, bouncing evenly after impact. She leaned her face in and gave Bubbles's nose an appreciative smooch. "Take everything you can take from me. Fuck me like a dirty little whore until I beg to be your slave. Do everything you possibly can to do that bfore I can do it to you first..." Reaching around, her hands would find that sling bikini, toying with it...then suddenly jerk upwards, yanking the mesh into Bubbles's nether regions as she tried to initiate a powerfully tight wedgie!

Resisting Darya was beginning to become a daunting process, and Mariah wasn’t sure how long she could hold out. The idea of a simultaneous orgasm was a sexy one, but in her experience, it rarely happened that way - someone always crossed the finish line first, and she feared her Russian counterpart was pulling out in front. The woman was tactical in a way that often eluded Mariah, as she seemed to remember every weak spot, analyzing her sex for the best way to gain an advantage.

She was good. She was very good. And just thinking about how good she was and what she and Femke had gotten up to in those early days would’ve been enough to drive her wild, without the aids of dextrous fingers. It also helped that Darya whispered the tale straight into Mariah’s ear, hinting at so much with her heated words, speaking like they were the closest lovers...which wasn’t too far from the truth, and certainly wouldn’t be when this night was over.

”A bit less dramatic, hate to say - Bubbles and I never wrestled. Not in public, anyway.” She let that little addendum hang by itself, wanting Darya’s imagination to run with it as she began to worry away her rival’s sex, slowly slipping a finger in, then another, and starting to rock back and forth with them both. ”When I first met Bubbles, I was coming off a back injury, just looking to do some work on the sidelines. We met and things just clicked, you know? Like puzzle pieces. She had the power, I had the experience. I managed her, taught her. It was business at first, but after a while…”

She let that sentence complete itself as she looked on into the ring with a loving smile, one that didn’t escape Bubbles notice. It was hard for Bubbles to miss Mariah when she was glowing like that, even when she was in the ring with a shining figure like Femke. She forced herself to focus on her opponent instead, but she kept that smile in the back of her head, even as the two of them squared off once more.

Bubbles pushed hard against Femke, partly to establish dominance like two butting rams, but also to just enjoy the feeling of their breasts squashing against each other. One slid over, the other slid around, twisting about, as if their mammaries were having their own, personal battle. When this was over, she and Femke would have to break out the tape and figure out who had the bigger pair - there was no way they were exactly equal, right? Bubbles couldn’t tell like this, but the odds of that…

That nascent thought faded away the second she felt Femke seize her thong and turn the garment against her, pulling it tight - Bubbles had thought the thong was wedged up as tight as it would go, but she learned the hard way that there were a few extra inches. She couldn’t hold back the shriek that came from the outset, no more than she could stop the raspy moan which followed after.

With the growl of a lioness, she brought their head together once more, pitting forehead against forehead. ”It’s like that, huh?” She chuckled, then retaliated in kind, as she reached around Femke’s fulsome body, grabbed two strings, and gave them a harsh upward tug into the shadows of her cleft, wanting to see how similar the two of them were on the inside as well as the out.

Darya knew that she had pulled ahead, and all she had to do was maintain that lead, and the first orgasm—an incredibly important milestone, of course, in the world of hentai—would belong to her. It would set the tone for the relationship between the two managers, nearly as much as the result in the ring between their respective wives. But as Darya kept on probing Mariah's sex, both swirling her fingers deeper, plumbing the American woman's depths, and pressing the buttons she already knew were successful, she felt the fingers of her foe sliding inside of her, first one, then two, swishing back and forth and really working her folds on both sides, putting pressure here, then there, making Darya moan as those hot words hit her ear, giving her a little background on the couple she and Femke were dueling with.

She paid particular attention to the story, consciously focusing on it even as her womanhood was worked over. She was genuinely curious. As she had figured, the story was not exactly as dramatic as the one she and Femke had. But Mariah's little hints, sly suggestions were almost making Darya's mouth water. She closed her eyes, fingers still pushing in then sliding out then pushing into Mariah's sex as she pictured the woman, scantily clad, grappling with the bronze beauty in the ring...

"Honestly? I tink ze two of you...are very lucky, to have found each other like zat. Is so very vonderful," Darya would reply softly.

Inside the ring, the two swarthy women smashed into each other, breasts to breasts, forehead to forehead, shoving with all their might in a pushing contest which once again resulted in a stalemate. Femke was breathing a little heavily from excitement, still coming down off that orgasm, but the sexual thrill was only fueling her, making her grind her tits into Bubbles harder...and sending her thinking down much the same line as Bubbles's, of course. There was no way they were exactly equal, surely...

"Mine are. Mine are bigger," she hissed as their foreheads came together, figuring they both were likely thinking the same thing as she stared into Bubbles's eyes. She snickered and winked, then reached down and yanked that mesh right up into Bubbles's ass, burying it between her ample cheeks, eliciting a shriek and a moan which made her unreasonably giddy.

And then, Bubbles retaliated in kind, yanking on Femke's already-tight swimsuit, shoving the leather-like straps as far up between her butt cheeks as they could go, forcing a loud cry of shock out of Femke...and then a low moan, as she felt the pressure intensifying, building up certain sensations...

She pulled her head back, then threw it forward, smacking their bony foreheads together with force enough to concuss a less worthy woman. Hardly more than a love tap between them. "Just like that. I bet I could get this over your head, you know...if it didn't tear first." She gave the sling another yard yank, then wiggled it from side to side, burying it as deep as possible, and then using it as a tool, letting the horizontal motion slide the mesh back and forth against Bubbles's holes...back and front.

There was one thing that Mariah would give her rival over her, though she’d be hesitant to say it out loud: that accent was a point in her favor. Even if it was completely natural, Mariah couldn’t deny that there was something special about a moan coming out with a thick, Russian contralto, that sultry tone that just made everything Darya said a few degrees more alluring. It made Mariah’s own advances a double-edged sword, because every moan she’d wrung from that thick body made her hotter still.

It certainly didn’t help that their wives were currently engaged in a fight for dominance, either, as their body pressed and slid against each, working for every inch of purchase they could make on the slickened floor. Mariah couldn’t help but think what it would be like for her to be in between that, to have those beauties crushing her naked body between them, trapped in an endless prison of heaving, wet flesh…

She was on the cusp of orgasm, and she might have come right there if Darya hadn’t spoke and dragged her back to reality. Her compliment was a surprise - not that her counterpart was a rude woman, she was the soul of courtesy, but to compare their experiences…

”Really?” She spoke through a gasp, one that came half from the surprise and half from the heated activity between her legs.  Appreciative, she stepped up her own efforts and thanked Darya with a long, sultry lick along neck, savoring the taste of that fine skin.”Well, I guess ‘lucky’ is the right word. ‘Fortunate’, too. We both are, I’d say.” She sighed, looking on into the ring with a wistful sigh. ”They could have any woman they wanted, you know? Bubbles was on the verge of creating a harem when we met.”

It was true, and seeing the two tussle, it was easy to imagine a bevy of beauties lining up for either of them.  There they were, jockeying for position, heads cracking against each other. The oil gave little purchase, but even so, it proved impossible for either of them to gain true ground over the other. Femke would push for a foot, Bubbles would bring it back. Bubbles would try to slip to the side, but Femke would move her weight in response, shifting before an advantage could be seized. It was infinitely frustrating and amazingly exhilarating, all at once.

She couldn’t hold back a savage groan as Femke sawed away at her pussy, using the bikini to brutal effect and quickly working Bubbles back to a heady high. As much as she hated to admit it, this might’ve been something she would have to cede to her rival - they were both hot, but one of them was coming off a more recent orgasm and one of them was still playing catchup. It called for a change in tactics.

”Think yours are bigger, huh?” She growled through her gritted teeth and her slasher smile. ”Take a closer look!”

With that, she abruptly let go of the strings and brought her arms up higher, wrapping them around the back of Femke’s head, instead. Closing in with an anaconda’s grip, she attempted to bring her twin’s head lower, forcing her face down in between the deep valley of her breasts, a wild attempt at a standing breast smother!

Darya opened her eyes again, unable to keep herself from staring into the ring for more than a few seconds, even during that rare quiet, serious moment. She wasn't going to go any further in that vein. She could bet Mariah knew the most troubling tidbits about her past already, and digging them up would ruin the mood!

Or dull the mood, at least. Was it ever truly possible to ruin the mood when the mood was set by two six-foot-three amazons finger-fucking and tossing each other around covered in oil? Darya's face was blessed by a big, almost silly grin as she watched the battle of wedgies escalate, Femke really getting into it, yanking that sling bikini Darya had spent so much time picking out right up into Bubbles's butt. Popping fibers and stretching the thing out, no doubt. Darya bit her lip, then shuddered as she felt Mariah's tongue run up her neck. Turning to face the woman, she nuzzled in close, cheek to cheek, as her fingers swirled around in a wide arc, trying to polish off an orgasm for Mariah as she felt her own beginning to break down the last barriers of resistance she could muster...

"You are right. I am so, so lucky, also..."

Meanwhile, in the ring, the two of them were, as expected, stalemated again, forehead to forehead, neither of them holding anything back as they shoved powerfully into each other, hands on each other's swimwear. Femke, of course, knew that the next round of this match would not be taken by victory in a wedgie war, as delightful as it was to feel that sling pull tight against Bubbles's undercarriage, and see the blue strings enveloped between those lovely brown butt cheeks. As their dance continued, one shoving the other back an inch, the other immediately forcing her way back to even, Femke's mind was working...

...and so was Bubbles's, as the American woman wrapped strong arms around Femke's head and dragged it downward, letting it land right in the valley between her breasts, rubbing oil all over Femke's face with those massive tits, cutting off the Dutch woman's air supply! Femke gasped, writhing around, trying to shove her way free and finding little leeway.

But Bubbles did not have her dead to rights, not even with the raw allure of those luscious, pillowy tits enveloping her head, swaddling her in skin. It was heaven, and Femke drooled a little bit. But with her arms and legs still free, she could still fight. And maybe this wedgie hold could do her more good than she initially intended...as, with a loud grunt muffled by those soft sweater puppies, she hauled upwards on that sling bikini as hard as she could with one hand, the other sliding underneath Bubbles's ass cheeks and cupping them, trying to hoise the American off of the oily ring surface and up into the air!

It seemed like Darya didn’t want to expound too much on her history with Femke which was okay - for now, at least. Mariah had always been a curious cat, and she couldn’t help wanting to learn more about two of the most interesting people she’d ever met. She knew when to back off, but it would only be a matter of time before her piqued interest got the better of her.

For now, however, she had other things to divert her attention, like the fingers working forbidden magic between her legs and the two titillating titans in the ring. It was hard to believe that their battle was still in the early stages - most matches started slow and ramped themselves to this degree of intensity over time. Femke and Bubbles, however, were a different breed. They’d started a fever pitch, and it would only go up from there, making for hellacious combat. Mariah’s eyes were set forward, following the action as if a spell compelled her to. That, along with Darya’s nuzzling and hot breath on her skin, were finally pushing her right to the edge the release she craved. She tried to increase her own tempo, hoping force Darya further along as she traced her fingers along the Russian’s folds, but it would be no easy task to bridge the gap…

She was on the cusp,the edge, and when Bubbles reached down and plunged Mariah’s face into the depths of her sweltering, sweaty breasts - a place where her own head had rested more times than she could remember - it was the One-Two punch she could take. Mariah bit her lip, let out a long sigh, and the sweet release came flowing down her legs, staining the seat and running a trail down her thigh.

”Ah…” She ran a hand through her hair and sagged back in the chair, as the euphoria temporarily took over. ”One point to-”

Her words were cut short by a sudden shriek, and she snapped back to attention to see one of the strangest sights she or the audience would ever witness: Bubbles, being held off the ground, suspended by the tight g-string sliding up her ass, held there as Femke brought her insane power to bear. The Virgin Killer wail was pleasure mixed with pain, ecstasy and agony together her most sacred places were invaded and conquered.

Desperate to alleviate gravity’s hold over her, Bubbles acted on pure instinct, gripping Femke’s face tighter than before, holding on for dear life. At the same time, her legs shot out and wrapped around her counterpart’s waist, pulling her in for a tight bodyscissors, gripping her with everything she had. The ring shook as it struggled with their combined weight, each movement they made slamming it with nearly five-hundred pounds of force.

The referee, wisely, gave them a wide berth, not wanting to be anywhere near this tower of terror when it eventually toppled.

Of course, if Darya went into too much more detail about the origins of her relationship—their deepest, oldest origins, like the story of how they met—it would probably preclude the possibility of either of them orgasming in a timely fashion right now. And she could not allow that. She wanted to give Mariah the delightful, tremor-inducing, toe-curling orgasm the American woman so richly deserved!

Darya's mind was promptly taken off such matters by the incredible display unfolding in the ring. The wedgie war, as low-energy and almost silly as it was, served to heighten her expectations, as swimsuits stretched even tighter across lovely shining brown skin, labia bulging against blue mesh, butt cheeks swallowing up black leather...Darya knew something big was about to happen. And, as it turned out, her instincts were one hundred percent correct. As Bubbles wrapped her arms around Femke's head and yanked downwards, plunging the Dutch woman into that luscious valley of musk and pure bliss, Darya let out a loud, warbling moan, hearing Mariah cry out and feeling her squirm, as well, the American cumming, her own orgasm not far behind...

And, as it turned out, the breast smother was not the "something big" Darya had predicted.

Or, rather, it was only one half of it.

Femke, with one hand yanking on that swimsuit, and the other cupped under Bubbles's butt to lift, hauled her foe up into the air, giving her a bounce to show her who was in control. But that question was still to be answered, as Bubbles only pulled Femke deeper into her cleavage, while her tree trunk-like legs snapped closed around Femke's midsection. The Dutch woman groaned, taking a couple steps forward, then back, having to constantly shift her center of gravity to stay upright. She huffed and groaned and tried to pull her head out of those delicious tits, but she knew she had no chance to escape like this. Already, her lungs started to ache, as she was deprived of the considerable amount of air she needed to power her huge, muscled form.

If Bubbles wasn't smothering her, and squeezing her belly so hard it felt like a fire had begun to burn in her gut, Femke would have toyed with her clone. Thrown her over her shoulder, spanked her ample bottom, let her fingers find their way into Bubbles's anus and her pussy. She would have paraded the woman around and flaunted her strength for all to see.

But already her lungs burned, her throat felt as if it was sealed up, and her head swam. Her legs shook and almost buckled underneath her. And so she had to go to an old, trusted standby. It may have been a second choice, but what a second choice it was.

Femke tightened her grip on that ass as she took a step forward again. Then another. The tower began to lean, and the ref scurried all the way back into the corner. Femke bent her knees, then, as much as she could, she jumped, throwing her weight forward. The jump might have only been a few inches, but it was enough to get her momentum going as she brought Bubbles down onto the canvas backfirst. The American would hurtle back to earth, the victim of a powerbomb for the ages, one which would leave an indentation in the ring—no, in the arena's foundation!

Darya's seat was soaked, and so were her fingers. But she hardly even noticed such little things. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

At this point, the fact that Bubbles was smothering and squeezing Femke was almost incidental. She wasn’t doing it so for the fighting aspect, as she was just trying to do something, anything, to alleviate the feeling between her cheeks, as the string went further into her ass than almost any foreign object before it. It wasn’t an easy task, either, since holding on to a woman like this would’ve been difficult in the least stressful of times. With the oil, however, it was like trying to hug a giant bar of wet soap.

It was a shame, too, because if it weren’t for the pain, she’d likely have enjoyed having Femke’s face in her tits a lot more than she was. The moans, the shaking, the sensation of her mouth suckling against her skin in a vain attempt to breath air that just was not there to breath - yes, breathplay was definitely going to be constantly growing list of kinks they’d be enjoying tonight.

”Now, there is something you don’t see everyday.” Mariah spoke through her swooning, wispy words escaping her lips. The display in the ring was a captivating one, with the two rivals teetering one way, then tottering another.  It was hard to tell who was in control, but it was clear that the balance would tip in a moment - literally and figuratively.

She couldn’t give it her undivided attention, though, because another captivating thing was happening nearby. The sweet sound of Darya’s Russia drawl had come out in full force a moment ago, which could only mean that she was close to the edge, too. And Mariah was in the perfect place to push her over.

”Just think.” She leaned over and brought her tongue to Darya’s ear, keeping one eye on the ring. ”In a few hours, your face will be between those breasts, whether you like it or not...but you will like it.” She smacked her licks, tickling her ear with the vibration. ”You might even be able to smell Femke’s breath on them, taste her…”

A hot thought, and a bold prediction - though it might have been premature. The moment she whispered those husky words was the same one that Femke chose to make her move, as she fell forward and threw their collective weight towards the canvas. Bubbles shrieked all the way down, but her cry ended and was replaced with a thunderous crash the moment they hit. The ring shook. The seats shook. It felt like the entire stadium had been struck by a sudden earthquake, as if Femke and Bubbles had registered on the rictor scale.

While that certainly wasn’t true, Bubbles did look like she’d just been hit with a natural disaster. She laid on her back, her legs uncoiled from Femke’s waist, and while she did still have her arm wrapped around her opponent’s head, there was no strength to it for the moment, not even close the force needed to hold down a woman like this. She was essentially trapped under Femke until she summoned the strength to throw her off, and that might take a few seconds. Seconds she didn’t have to spend.

How was it that in all of that deep, delicious brown cleavage there was not one tiny puff of oxygen? That valley was so ample that it should have had its own ecosystem. Hell, two tits that large and perfect should have been pulling things into orbit around them. They had certainly done a good job of catching Femke's face.

Catching it...and, for a while, holding it, even after impact, even after the earth-shaking powerbomb that flattened Bubbles and gave Femke free reign over her opponent's body. The Dutch woman, relieved to have those legs fall away from her midsection, lifted her head slightly and sucked in a deep breath...finally receiving oxygen in her lungs, but oxygen completely flavored by Bubbles's sweaty, oily tits. The scent of her, that sweet, strange scent which could only be found when two women were in particularly intimate contact. It did not only come from Bubbles's pores, but from her soul. It was the smell of exertion, of pain, of bliss and confidence. Femke almost swooned, as she let her face drop into those breasts again...

...but she wasn't going to miss this opportunity to gain an advantage. As her face dropped, her mouth opened. With Bubbles stunned from Femke's initial application of her incredible strength, the European fighter was once again going to take a turn for the erotic. Her lips opened wide, and she sucked in a nipple and some breast flesh besides into her mouth, suckling hungrily, rolling her tongue around the teat proper, trying to make it harden, as her teeth gnawed on the flesh she unavoidably added saliva to the mix of oil and sweat that currently covered the orb. As she suckled, she brought a knee up between Bubbles's legs, grinding it roughly into her sex. This orgasm, she wanted to feed her hunger. She wanted to be an animal and give Bubbles a wild fucking, nothing too technical with her fingers...

She wanted to taste her new rival. She sucked on that breast and yanked her head back, stretching the orb out slightly, as she thrust her knee vigorously up into that sex, grinding it in circles, trying to use the still-tight sling bikini as an additional tool. Her hands found Bubbles's other breast, squeezing it, poking and prodding, fingers sinking in and almost disappearing into the massive mound of flesh.

Darya might have only vaguely noted the presence of all those hot juices soaking the seat below her, but she certainly could not let Mariah's taunting go unchallenged. Not after Femke's reversal. Now it was her turn to smirk, ever so smugly, bringing her lips to Mariah's ear, giving it a kiss, purring and letting the vibrations run through the woman's body. She chuckled, her accent coming out thick even in a simple laugh.

"You are so cute. But you vill be our playting, and not ze other way around. But I do plan to have my fill of your vonderful voman's tits..." She let her tongue slide out, gently tracing the brunette's ear lobe with the tip of it. "I vant to bury my face in zem...and motorboat zem...pull and squeeze, like Femke does now. And I vonder if I can milk such massive udders...oh, zey vill be so sore and svollen vhen I am done. Zen I vill need to find a second pair..."

Bubbles was in trouble. Big, big trouble.

It occurred to her that it was a thing to think when she had a nearly-naked oiled-up, busty beauty looming over her, and she was that, in isolation, she probably looked like the luckiest woman in the world. But she knew, too well, what Femke was capable of, and that her rival was not going to let this opening go unexploited. Through the pain, she started to pull away, attempting to slide out from underneath Femke as she emerged from the cleft of her chest…

...but she was too slow

”God!” Bubbles cried out as Femke’s mouth found her breast and took it inside, seizing it like a lioness with downed prey. The Dutch woman was a savage, tearing into her tender flesh, and the Virgin Killer thought she couldn’t be driven any more wild - that was, before the knee came into the mix, pounding between her legs, forcing raw pleasure into her. The mighty titaness had to bite her lips to keep from mewling like a schoolgirl, as Femke fucked - and there was no better word than ‘fucked’ for it - her like a beast in heat.

At ringside, Mariah’s afterglow was interrupted by the sudden turn in events, watching as Femke began to seize control once more. She’d watched this woman, this juggernaut, take command at the start of the match, and while Bubbles had been able to match her, she could help but worry about the  pattern it formed. Her wife needed to do much more than survive Darya’s and trade orgasms with her - if she were to win, she’d need to pull ahead. But how?

A tough question, and one that was hard to answer when a tongue was in her ear and sultry words were quickly heating up her body once more. She clenched her teeth, not wanting to betray too much emotion - Bubbles would find a way, she had faith in that, and she refused to let her love peek out of the ring and think otherwise. For now, she relaxed. And waited. And decided to give Darya something else to do with those lips.

”Why wait?” She reached up and pulled the top of her cocktail dress down, lowering it just enough to expose a single nipple to the cool air. ”Have a taste.”

Back inside, Bubbles was having her fill of what Mariah was craving, as Femke furiously ravaged her. Her legs pounded against the mat, splashing oil this way and that, but it didn’t get her anywhere - if anything, it just made her even hotter, as she gyrated against her fulsome foe. Desperate, she reached up and grabbed hold of the ropes, getting the best grip she could, and started to pull them along the mat. Her goal was to get them to the apron, hoping to spill out and take them to the outside - she wasn’t sure if that would even help her, but it was the only chance she saw to turn things around, and she was taking it.