War and Peace

Did Bubbles have suggestions? Bubbles had suggestions for days. Coming up with suggestions wasn’t the problem. If she had five minutes, she could’ve fill three pages of a notepad with all sorts of dirty acts that they could’ve done with their bodies, could’ve devised new ideas, could’ve described things that would’ve made toe-curls and strippers blush.

But if she had to pick? Oh, that was harder. Particularly when so many pieces of that body were rubbing against her at the same time. She was a child in a toystore, with a neverending selection to choose from. An embarrassment of riches. But she did feel an idea coming on.

She brought her lips to Femke’s ears - both to nibble on it, and to whisper. ”Let’s play a little.” With her ass now free and clear, Bubbles passed some time by reaching down to squeeze it, seeing how deep her fingers could go. ”Get on your back. Close your eyes.”

Hot as that was and would be, Mariah couldn’t spare it much of a gander at the moment, too busy with Darya’s overbearing sensual assault to focus. The woman wielded her tongue like a sword, fencing away at her lips and dominating her mouth. Her own tongue was helpless before it, getting battered this way and that, but this wasn’t the real problem. No, Mariah just wanted to find some place to sit, so they could get this fucking done properly.

She was relieved when she felt her butt slide against the edge of a table on the far side of the room, the one that had various BDSM instruments strewn across it and the wall above. Taking advantage, she hopped up and sat on the edge, then spread her legs wide and welcomed Darya between them. There. Much better.

”Anatomy fan, hm?” She wrapped a lazy around Darya’s waist, keeping her close, and leaned back against the table to put her full chest on display, giving the Russian complete access. ”Well, that makes me curious. What’s your favorite part of the female body?”

With the both of them naked, Femke would take her sweet time grinding up against Bubbles, letting their bodies match together perfectly, breasts massaging each other, abs still slightly sore from the exertion of almost two weeks earlier brushing. She felt giddy as her body made contact with Bubbles, and she felt a palpable sense of anticipation as Bubbles seemed to think over what the two of them could do. Femke knew it was going to be amazing. All Bubbles had were amazing ideas. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood on end when Bubbles's mouth found her ear and nibbled on it. Those hands squeezing her ass, pressing into malleable flesh, made her coo.

And she couldn't help but grin when Bubbles gave her instructions. Lay on her back, and close her eyes. Simple, yet tantalizing, and it still left Femke completely in the dark as to what they were about to do. "Oooookay..." she would say with a delighted, anticipatory rising tone in her voice, as she would roll off of Bubbles, separating them only briefly as she arranged herself how her friend wanted: flat on her back, with her eyes shut, toes almost curling already as she waited for Bubbles's touch again.

Darya and Mariah, meanwhile, were not planning so far ahead. Funny, since planning was Darya's strong suit, not Femke's, and from what they knew of their other favorite couple things were typically the same for Mariah and Bianca. But while the two slightly larger women toyed with actual sex games, Darya and Mariah were just getting down to business, not bothering to strip, not yet. Darya felt Mariah bump up against a table, and the brunette slid up onto it, spreading her legs wide to encircle Darya, pulling the Russian woman in gently but surely. Darya chuckled as she ran her hands up Mariah's back, her head falling slightly as her lips would press against Mariah's chin, then run down her neck towards where that schoolgirl uniform covered her up.

"Favorite part? Very tough," Darya would admit, speaking only intermittently as she sucked on Mariah's neck, giving it a gentle bite, like a vampire. One hand was at the woman's collar, unbuttoning her shirt smoothly.

"Breasts and ass are both vonderful, but maybe obvious...ze belly is quite underrated...and I do get vistful about eyes, yes?" She looked back up at Mariah from below with her own one eye and smiled. "Yes, perhaps eyes."

This was only the second time Bubbles had felt Femke’s body, only the second time she’d had that flesh pressing against hers, only the second time they’d molded against each other and became one, sweaty, beautiful, heaving being. Even with such a short sample time, Bubbles felt she knew this woman’s body so well. She could recall were the dimples were. The subtle counters of every muscle. She swore, she could’ve drawn this body from memory, if she had any talent for that sort of thing. She was half-tempted to try anyway.

For now, though, she’d have to do something more practical with this awesome body.

”Here’s how this works.” She slid down the bed until she was at Femke’s feet. While she had far raunchier plans, for now she was content to reach out and rub one of them, massaging it between her fingers. ”I’m going to worship a part of you, and move on when you tell me to and pick another. When you’re ready, tell me, and I’ll make you cum.” She brought her tongue to the underside of Femke’s feet and gave it a long lick. ”The challenge is to hold off as long as you can. To withstand. To survive as I make love to you, one part at a time.” She worked her tongue around the toes, now, savoring the taste. ”Are you ready to play?”

A gasping cry flew from Mariah’s lips as Darya bit her neck, giving her a sting - something she craved more of. ”God, harder…” Her demand came out with raspy words, as she arched her back and gave unfettered access to her entire body. She wanted those buttons gone? Mariah obliged, arching her back and thrusting her chest forward, holding nothing back. She thrust her hip forward with a rhythm only she could hear, grinding against Darya’s steely body.

She found herself looking down at her, staring eyes-to-eye as the devilish woman went about her work. ”The stomach, hm?” She tightened her abs as Darya prying fingers exposed it to the fresh air. ”Now you’ve got me curious.”

She unlocked her legs - after a teasing squeeze, naturally - and laid back on the table, reaching back to move a wooden paddle out of the way. She crossed her fingers behind her head and presented her stomach to Darya, thrusting it upwards for emphasis. ”Show me what you can do.”

Femke wanted to just get up and jump on Bubbles. She wanted to tackle her back down and snuggle her, squeeze her, fuck her until they were both soaked in their mingled juices and their eyes rolled back in their heads and they fell into a blissful sexual coma all tangled up together. But Bubbles had a plan, and, when it came to sex, Femke already knew to trust Bubbles's genius. So she laid back, relaxed, and listened intently to Bubbles's plan. She tried not to let her toes start curling and her pussy start to get too sopping wet just from the little foot massage she was receiving. She wanted to play this game as well as she possibly could.

There was, of course, no way she could resist cumming altogether. But then, that wasn't really a loss in a game like this.

"Mmm...let's get it started," Femke would purr, as Bubbles's tongue now came down to lick her foot, then lick around her toes, tracing them with a line of saliva which caused a cool, ticklish feeling. Femke moaned and wiggled around on the bed. "Yeah, let's do it..."

Darya, meanwhile, was on top of Mariah, as the two of them were going to have some fun of their own. Mariah asked to be bitten harder, and Darya did just that, clamping down again on the other side of her neck, pressing her teeth into that flesh, hard enough to leave indents, red marks, and when she pulled back the mere sight of those blemishes on Mariah's flesh were getting her worked up. Panting, Darya pushed in to give Mariah's mouth a kiss, her tongue frantically licking all around for a few seconds, before she pulled away again.

While all that was happening, a collaborative effort between the Russian and American women had Mariah's shirt off, her bust and tummy exposed...and it was Darya's mention of the latter which seemed to excite Mariah. The Russian's lip curled up in a funny grin as she watched Mariah lay back, thrusting out her tummy, giving Darya a little challenge, of sorts.

"As you command..." Darya breathed, as she got on her hands and knees and crawled very slowly forward, wagging her hips from side to side, sliding her body up Mariah's legs, nestling her tits against the woman's thighs as she positioned her head above that tummy. And then, she would let her head drop, and open her mouth to give Mariah another one of those bites she loved so much—this one right around her navel.

In a way, this was insanity. Telling Femke not to climax was like telling a fish not to swim or a bird not to fly - even if they had the capacity to understand you, there was no chance of them obeying. Being built from the same mold, Bubbles understood better than anyone in the AFW, in Japan, in the world. It was a task that Femke could not succeed in. That was what made it so enticing.

She was starting slow, letting her temporary toy get comfortable, and taking a moment to savor her taste at the same time. Bubbles had a little foot fetish, though it was never high on her list of kinks. All the same, it was a passable appetizer, before she started on the main dish.

After lathering up her toes with all the attention they deserved, she began to make her way upwards, traveling the length of Femke’s mighty, meat thigh. She ran a tongue along the side, tracing the muscles with the tip, and her trail of saliva was quickly cleaned up by her breasts, which dragged behind wherever her mouth went.

This was where the anticipation came in. Bubbles was working her way up, up, up, with a closer objective, heading towards a path with a clear goal between those legs, higher, and…

Bubbles skipped over Femke’s sex and went towards her stomach, peppering those abs with a few wanting kisses. Oh, her breasts passed over that sweltering sex, but that was incidental. She was eager to see how her partner reacted, and it was a good thing she wouldn’t have to wait for long.

From the corner of her eye, Mariah could see the game Bubbles and Femke played, and she recognized it immediately. It was one she and her wife had played many, many times, she wouldn’t have minded watching it unfolded, if her hands weren’t so full. And her lips. And her arms. And her legs.

She leaned back and let Darya’s mouth go to work, loving the way her lips worked at her every nerve. She found herself swimming the moment as that tongue of hers went to work, drinking in every sensation.

The bite brought a surprised yelp from her, but not an unpleasant noise. She liked that. Liked it so much, in fact, that she pushed her stomach upwards, rubbing it against Darya’s face, moving towards her tormentor instead of aware. ”Harder.” Her words came out with gasps, mixed with a demand and a plea. ”Leave marks. I want to relive this every time I look in the mirror for a week.”

Bubbles was easing Femke in. That was very considerate of her, and Femke would have expected nothing less from her amazing new rival and friend. Of course, it was very difficult to acclimate her to Bubbles's touch without cumming, even if Bubbles was only playing with her feet. All Femke needed was the image of Bubbles in her mind, and the sensation of that angelic phantom's physical manifestation gnawing and lapping at her toes was even enough to push her close to the edge. She bit down on her lip hard, resisting that initial orgasmic urge, taking a couple of deep breaths and trying to calm herself down, thinking about the least sexy things she could.

That would not last her too long. The best thing, she found, was exerting her raw force of will: her will not to disappoint Bubbles.

That mouth didn't stay on her feet for long, and Femke moaned and wiggled on the bed as she felt her legs peppered with kisses, her American friend's lips traveling all across the vast expanse of muscle and flesh, setting up camp in a particular spot for only a few seconds at a time as she made her way towards a particular goal. Femke moaned again, and then her breath caught in her throat, as Bubbles...made her way past Femke's dripping wet sex and made out with her abs.

"Disaster," if one could call it that, was averted, for now. Femke managed to breathe again, and she cooled down, if only slightly. "Mmmnnmn...n-no fair..." she whimpered, as she felt those breasts brushing across her sex. It was enough to make her writhe again. "N-nyaaah...!"

On the other side of the room, Darya was also working over her counterpart's tummy, though she played a bit rougher than Bubbles did with Femke. Mariah loved it, of course. Darya knew she would. They may not have been the "tough ones" in their marriages, at least not by outward appearances, but both managers had hearts which were just as tough and strong as their wives. Mariah pushed her belly up into Darya's face. Darya got a mouthful of smooth, hot flesh. Her nose filled with Mariah's faint but unmistakeable scent. Her nostrils flared, and she growled like a jungle cat.

Harder, Mariah implored. Darya opened her mouth wide, showing off sharp teeth, tilting her head up slightly to let them glint in the room's dim light, if Mariah was looking at them. And then she dove back down, this time aiming for Mariah's abs proper, trying to find a muscle and close her teeth around it, biting down, pressing her teeth deep into Mariah's belly—just deep enough that she was juuuuust on the edge of breaking the skin. And then she pulled her mouth up and targeted a different section of those incredible abdominals. And she brought her hands up, latching onto Mariah's tits, digging her nails in a bit just to add another sensation up there as her mouth kept biting down here.

What drove Mariah craziest? The waiting. She could look down and see Darya below, with her pearly white teeth, and her eyes glimmering like gems in the middle of her head. There was an evil grin there, as if she was underneath the body of a predator, some dark beast from an even darker world who’d come to devour her, bones and all.

She could hardly wait. Good for her, because she didn’t have to wait long.

Mariah wanted a bite, and Darya gave it to her, a vicious gnashing into her abdominals, pressing hard against her tender muscles and putting them to the test. She shrieked, sounding every bit like the little schoolgirl she was dressed as. She trusted the Russian, knew she wouldn’t cause any bleeding, but there would be marks, for days to come. Little mementos for Bubbles to kiss and make better. Thinks that would make her relive this experience a dozen times.

Then came the hands, an unexpected but appreciated bonus, moving to her breasts and tearing into them, mashing them, leaving so many imprints along the way, marking her body all over. ”Oh, fuck!” Mariah gasped and started to thrust her hips up, grinding against Darya’s chest without even thinking about it. It was as if her body sought pleasure without even thinking about it.

Bubbles heard her wife’s scream - she was pretty sure the people in that cafe they passed ten blocks away could heard Mariah’s scream, too. It brought a smile over her face, and she had to glance over her shoulder and see what was going on, but it was brief. She had her own work to do. ”I love that our wives are getting along.”

Bubbles was impressed with Femke’s control. On face, that was an odd thing for them to be impressed with with women like them - they were heathens, unrestrained, insatiable. But that was what made it so amazing when they caged the tiger inside. Even if it was only for a little while.

”Oh, I’m sorry.” Her hot breath blew against Femke’s fiery skin with every word. ”Did I miss something important?”

She made her way to Femke’s breasts, such familiar territory, and that was where she stopped again. She bit her lip, wracked with doubt and confusion. ”Which to pick, which to pick…” She smacked her lips and lowered her head, pressing it in that sacred valley, nuzzling into the comfy spot. ”Any preferences?”

Darya never indulged her dark side the same way she used to. Back then, her dark side was her only side, and when she thought back to those times it was like peering into someone else's life, or trying to remember a nightmare out of your deepest, most impenetrable slumber. Darya could not remember the reasons which flew through her mind when she hurt people—when she hurt Femke. She couldn't remember reveling in audience's hatred or salivating at the mere knowledge that another person was in pain.

None of that made any sense to present-day Darya, but when she wanted to she could fall into some of the same patterns of movement. Muscle memory let her stalk like a jungle cat, let her leer like a shark. Her teeth still glistened just the same as when she was the terror of Europe. Her body, tall and strong and feminine in her ominous way, no less intimidating. And for an instant she felt positively wicked as she loomed over Mariah...

Enough philosophizing. Darya knew what she was about now. Personal musings should be put aside right now in favor of one pursuit: enhancing and expanding the pleasure Mariah experienced. She reached out with her hands and sank fingers into those generous tits, eliciting shrieks and yells from Mariah which encouraged her to keep going, keep biting, pushing the limit but never going over, leaving deep red marks which caused no actual injury. Darya bit again and again into that belly, and soon enough she felt Mariah's crotch thrust up, slapping against her belly. She gasped in surprise; but then she would shove her whole body down, trying to force Mariah flat again, control her, and grind against her sex all the same!

Femke and Bubbles were having fun, too, and Femke couldn't even begin to formulate a train of thought like the one Darya traveled with. All of her thoughts were moving in one simple direction: Don't cum. Impress Bubbles. Cold water. Impress Bubbles. Writhing earthworms. Don't cum. Impress Bubbles...

She loved the fact their wives were getting along, too, of course. She just could not begin to register what was going on right now. She would get the details later.

Bubbles's head was up near her chest now, and Femke fully expected this to be where she lost control. But her American friend did not dive in right away. She paused, puzzling over which orb to play with for a minute, before beginning to slide her mouth through a shallow trajectory exactly between the two mountains. Femke gasped, and squealed, but bit her lip and kept thinking unsexy thoughts, and she kept from cumming. Bubbles was still teasing her. She deserved an answer...

"W-whatever...whichever one...you like the best..." Femke whimpered. "It...it's yours...your f-favorite..."

Bubbles was playing with Femke a bit, toying with her doppleganger, but there was a legitimate decision to be made, here. She wanted to focus on breast, just one, but both of the globes were so perfect that it was like trying to choose which of her children to save. She seemed to remember the left one had a little more buoyancy to it, sunk into her teeth, better, but she had some fond memories of the left, too, as she was fairly sure that was the one that garnered most of her attention in the match. Both were so succulent, and she could fit so much raw flesh in her mouth…

”You know…” She settled on the right one, finally, and laid her head down on it, making it the world’s greatest pillow for a few moments. ”Not sure if your breasts are bigger than mine, but I do know that one of them is about to be.”

And with that, she began to feast.

She tore into Femke’s breast, savaging it with her teeth, ravaging and ravishing the tender flesh with reckless abandon. It wasn’t without a little bit of gentleness. A kiss here. A little nibble. But those were just breaks, something to lull her into a false of security, before she came after the breast with even more heat.

And all the while, her finger drew circles around Femke’s pussy, circling it like a shark around her prey, drawing so close, but not striking. Not yet. ”Whatever you’re thinking about to distract yourself…” She drove her head hard into her counterpart’s breast, just to pound it. ”...it won’t work, Femke.”

If Femke was taking a masterclass in restraint, then Mariah was learning the value of letting go. It was hard to believe that Darya could be such a savage - the woman was always so composed and controlled. It was like she could replace herself with a wild beast at will, like she had an animal underneath the skin at all times.

That thought planted an idea in Mariah’s head, but before she could vocalize it, the dam burst beneath her. Darya was pushing down as she thrusted upwards, and she’d taken too much, had too many of her senses assaulted in such a short time by the relentless manager. Mariah let out a feral scream as she claimed the honor of the night’s first - but surely not last - orgasm, one that sent her into shock and left her shivering on the table, rattling it with her tremors. After a few heavenly moments, her body slackened and eased down, and she laid on the table with her arms spread.

”I want to wrestle you.” She managed to say, once she’d gotten enough air to say the words. I want to wrestle you so bad.”

Femke would have loved to help Bubbles make that decision, but, unfortunately, she had to focus all of her mental energies on trying not to cum. Her brain was so close to an overload right now that she could barely even distinguish her left side from her right. Being around Bubbles just made her frazzled, in the best possible way, and right now she just had to hang on and try to survive to the end of the ride.

She wouldn't make it.

"Aaaayaaannh...!" Femke cried out, toes curling as Bubbles opened her mouth and chomped down on her tit, yanking at it, squishing it, full-on mauling it with her teeth. The variety of sensations very nearly made Femke cum right then. With someone this amazing, she just could not contain herself for much longer, even if she were the sort of hentai wrestler who was known for resisting her foe's advances. When Bubbles took a moment to pull her mouth up from Femke's chest and taunt her, the Dutch woman was already balancing on a knife's edge.

"Aannnh...B-Bubbles..." she moaned, cheeks as red as they could be, sweating slightly as her whole body felt like it was overheating. She looked up with unfocused eyes at her new rival, waiting for the finishing blow to fall.

Meanwhile, a few feet away, Darya, like Bubbles, was using her mouth to absolutely ravish her counterpart. The bite marks she left on Mariah's tummy were not going to disappear completely even by the end of the night, and she planned to add plenty more to them by the time the night was over. Right now, though, she felt Mariah tense up underneath her, and Darya would press right up into her, body to body, teeth sinking into flesh one more time as she let Mariah ride out this orgasm!

The fair-haired woman sunk down after a few moments, and Darya would let go of that last bite, now content to just rest on top of Mariah for a while. And she did not regret it, since the American's pillow talk was...enticing. More than enticing.

"Mmmmm..." Darya purred, as she climbed slowly up Mariah's body, sliding herself forward so she and Mariah could look into each other's eyes. "It has been so very long since I have wrestled...but if I did...I vould vant to do it against you..."