War and Peace

...facesitting. Mariah couldn’t explain why, exactly, but she was in a bit of a facesitting mood, and that was the way she decided to knock Darya out, when the chance came her way. Not that there was anything wrong with a good breast smothering, but she wanted to be in a truly dominant position, and one that would allow her to play with her rival’s tits in the process, all while she enjoyed a comfortable seat.

Of course, there was the little trick of getting Darya into such a position in the first place. As the Russian came rushing towards her, storming like a wild bull in a charge, she realized just how daunting of a task that could turn out to be.

The two bodies met on the mat, hitting with an impact that brought up memories of Bubbles’ clash with Femke. No oil this time, which was a shame, but their sweat slicked bodies were an acceptable substitute, and the energy was no less impressive. Mariah found herself staggering back at first from the initial charge, but she was able to hammer her feet down and put a stop to it before things got too far, and she began to push back as well, hammering her feet into the ground to establish her base.

From the sidelines, Bubbles raised up on her elbows, lifting Femke on top along the way, wanting to cheer Mariah on as best she could. ”Keep at her, babe!” She bounced up and down, making the bed shriek for mercy underneath. ”One step at a time, one step at a time!”

Mariah appreciated the encouragement, she really did, but it wasn’t the most sound advice. The truth was that she was only barely keeping the one-eyed Russian at bay, that it felt like she was scant seconds from being overwhelmed. The power advantage, however slight it might’ve been, would overtake her eventually, so she needed another option before that happened.

She decided to opt for the tricky in this case. She gave Darya one hard, final push, the pull one of her arms away and ducked down, moving underneath the Russian’s shoulder in one deft move. She kept her hold on the other arm tight, bringing it with her as she maneuvered to her foe’s back, and attempted to pull it up tight behind her, looking to put Darya into a hammerlock and control her with it.

The two managers smacked into each other with impressive force for women who were years out of the wrestling game. The force of the impact made the bed Femke and Bubbles were laying on shake, and Femke grinned and smacked a hand against the bed excitedly as she saw her wife gaining a small, but evident, advantage over her rival. As Bubbles cheered Mariah on, yelling advice, Femke would try to yell louder, trying to drown Bubbles out with her own voice, ever the competitor even when the two of them were on the sidelines. She shoved a hand into Bubbles's back, pushing her down into the mattress and trying to lift herself up in turn.

"You've got her, Darya! Push her back! Stuff that pretty face between your tits!" Femke would yell, slapping the bed with her hand for emphasis as she watched her Russian paramour advance, gaining meager but visible ground each second against her American opponent!

Darya smirked. Femke's advice was obvious, but she appreciated the support, and it helped to fuel her, as she tried to exploit an advantage which amounted to little more than a tenth of a percent when it came to total energy output. It was slow going, and took well over a minute, but Darya had very nearly pinned Mariah against the wall. Once she had her foe trapped in that manner, she could get to the business of smothering the woman out...

And suddenly she didn't feel resistance, as Mariah let her stagger forward as her buxom, strong body swung under her shoulder and around behind her back! Darya cursed under her breath and tried to shove her ass back into Mariah's gut, but before she could get a hit in her arm was twisted tightly up behind her back, wrenching her into a hammerlock which elicited a hiss from between suddenly tightly-clenched lips!

"Frrrrgg...!"

As much as Bubbles wanted to support her wife, she had to concede, Femke’s suggestion wasn’t the worst thing she could imagine. Having Mariah’s face between those lovely, jubbly tits, having them all over her face, watching them engulf her and smother and slap about…

It could paint a pretty picture. But Bubbles bit her tongue, pushed those thoughts back. Now was her wife’s time. She could always play with Darya’s breasts later at her own leisure, get in some personal time, then. Mariah wanted to win here, after all, and she was actually off to a good start.

Femke was pushing her down hard, keeping her pinned to the mattress, but Bubbles was more than willing to give her a fight if it meant coming out on top to support her wife. She jerked up and twisted around, trying to give Femke a playful - as playful as women with their strength were capable of being - elbow in the side, just enough to knock her off. Bubble was quick to squirm on top of, trying to straddle her equal, right as Mariah deftly made her way behind Darya. ”There you go!”

Mariah herself was all smiles as she locked in the hold, keeping Darya under control for the time being. It wouldn’t last, surely, but for the time being she enjoyed the superior position, and she was content to revel in it.

”What’s wrong?” She cooed in Darya’s ear, before shooting her tongue out and worming her way down the center of it, leaving a trail of hot saliva in her path. ”That was the kind of trick they teach on the first day of wrestling school. Don’t tell me you’re getting a little…”

Mariah’s hand reached around Darya’s stomach and started to slide downwards, slowly, sensually heading towards their favorite spot.

”Distracted?”

The two bronzen amazons were holding most of their incredible power back, not wanting to steal the glory that their wives were battling for right now, knowing that this was Mariah and Darya's moment. It was tough, however, for Femke to be in such close quarters with Bubbles without getting competitive. She still remembered the way she felt when she first laid eyes on her perfect rival, the spell which had come over her, that desire to just press right up into her and crush her body to body. Even when they were keeping it low-key, that spirit spurred Femke to fight hard.

Especially if this was going to be a contest over who could cheer on her wife with the most vigor and volume. She needed to be on top to make sure she could yell louder than Bubbles could. For Darya's sake, she would just have to smoosh her doppelganger down again into the bed and make sure all the support from their side of the room was going to the right contender on the mats! Femke was on the bottom now, though, with Bubbles straddling her back, giant boulder-like tits pushing down on her shoulders, all of that weight keeping the Dutch warrior where she was and the American in control!

Femke swung her arms back and forth, trying to land some elbows of her own into the sides of Bubbles's bust, while she thrust her butt upward, trying to be as wild a pony as Bubbles had ever riden! "Get off of me, buttmunch!" she growled in between giggles, all the while keeping her eyes on the battling beauties in front of her. "Better watch out, Mariah! Darya will make you regret any lucky shots or rubs you get in!"

Darya was in a tough spot, as her opponent, who had clearly believed she couldn't beat Darya in a stand-up test of strength, snuck around behind her, dragging one of Darya's arms along as a captive, wrenching it and twisting it until she had a hammerlock established which sent a shock of pain through the Russian's limb with every twitch! She hissed and growled and stomped her feet, trying to fling her body around to break free, but finding her movement greatly hindered by the pain which shot through her arm every single second!

"Ghhh...b-bitch..." Darya growled, as Mariah taunted her, lapping tenderly at her ears, that hand sliding down towards Darya's crotch...while the one-eyed woman knew what was going to happen, it was going to be a lot of trouble to stop it...

Still, she would try, as she threw her hips back into Mariah's belly, and swept a leg backward, trying to sweep Mariahs' legs out from under her and send her down onto the mat—with Darya coming down on top of her, thanks to that hammerlock!

Bubbles found herself in a bit of a pickle. A ‘conundrum’ as her too-wordy wife would’ve called it.

On one hand, Bubbles loved Femke about as much as she could love a woman she’d only met once before who wasn’t her wife. More to the point, she loved fucking, fighting, and fuckfighting her. Every time their flesh touched, she was reminded of some scintillating moment in the ring, some spot where they’d shared each other’s bodies, or where she’d managed to get the upperhand, or where Femke nearly knocked her clean out.

Therein lied the problem. Because, on the other hand, the more she and Femke tussled around on this bed, the more she wanted to do more than just tussle. It was only natural, but she wasn’t here to have some impromptu tornado tag match. As fun as that would’ve been.

Time to tone it down.

She rode down Femke’s struggles as best she could, a task that only she and precious few women were capable of. She wound up taking a few shots in ribs, but they were worth it, since she also got to have that bodacious bottom rubbing up against her crotch. She pressed down as Femke pushed up, enjoying the grind between their dueling hips.

”Let’s take it a little easier, huh?” She pressed in close now, whispering as Darya and Mariah continued to sinfully engage. ”Don’t want to get too crazy with them wrestling already. Besides,” Her whisper dropped even deeper now, lower, not that the other two would’ve paid her any mind if she’d screamed at the top of her lung. ”I want us to have all the energy we need for the next part.”

Mariah caught a glimpse of them conspiring, but she paid it little mind, far more interested in the wild Russian she was trying to control. Darya did not make it easy, especially for someone like her, who hadn’t applied this hold for a couple of years, at best. She had to work hard to ride down the struggles, to keep her in her grasp, but she made it work. For better or worse.

The worse part came in when Darya’s struggles bore fruit and brought her flopping to the floor, landing with her opponent on top. The hammerlock came loose in the struggle, but Mariah knew that couldn’t be the end of it - a cagey veteran like her foe would not let such an opening pass. It worked, too, because Mariah wound up letting go of the lock when she came down.

She knew full well that couldn't be the end of it, knew she had to do something to keep her from being pinned. As a last ditch, she brought her legs up, wrapped them around Darya’s waist, and tried to power down with her thighs, hoping to crush some resistance out of her with a body scissors.

Femke struggled wildly, swinging her elbows, nailing Bubbles's muscled, meaty sides a few times, but her mirror image wouldn't stop riding her ass, the front of her body fused to Femke's back as the Dutch woman thrashed about. Femke had it in her mind that they were still locked in a much more subtle, reserved sort of battle, one which wouldn't interfere with their enjoyment of the show their wives were putting on for their benefit. But, as could sometimes happen with Femke, she got a little rowdy without realizing it. Luckily she had her incredibly smart friend Bubbles to cool her off, reminding her what was important right now.

Femke stopped wiggling, for the most part, though she did shove her butt up against Bubbles's crotch, grinding against it, just for a little bit of harmless fun. They couldn't completely stop playing, after all, nor would Darya or Mariah have wanted them to. Still, it was soft, almost dreamlike grinding now, nothing wild or violent. "You're right, as usual, Bubbles..." Femke would sigh, as she let her muscles relax, sinking into the bed slightly, her eyes still focused on the two women on the other side of the room. Darya managed to trip Mariah up, bringing her down to the floor. Ground work had not always been the strongest part of the Russian's game, but her wife had nothing but confidence in her, and was all smiles as she saw Mariah's hammerlock slip away.

"Hey, Bubbles, a couple of things," Femke would murmur, with a sly smile. "First of all, I'm going to get jealous if you get to be on top this whole time. Second...you know Mariah's totally going to get her ass kicked, right?"

Darya managed to escape the hammerlock, but Mariah was still fighting desperately to maintain control, swinging her legs around, curling up around Darya and clamping her thick thighs down on the Russian's waist! "Gnnnn!" Darya groaned, as she felt her insides being squished in the scissors. Mariah had beaten her to the punch, locking in a hold on the mats, but Darya still had options. She decided to exercise one as she threw an arm around Mariah's head, pulling her into a tight headlock, really bearing down, making it as tight as possible—and dragging Mariah's nose and mouth right into the side of her more-than-ample breast, trying to cut off her supply of oxygen!

Bubbles was fully aware of the nigh Herculean task she was setting them both up for, asking them to do something that was against the very fiber of their beings. It was hard to put into words, but there was something about simply being in Femke’s proximity that made her anxious and excited, left her wanting to be so close to her twin, whether fucking or fighting. She wouldn’t call it love, really. That was something less primal, less animalistic that what she was feeling here. It was like she had some innate need to press her flesh against Femke’s as sure as two magnets attracting each other.

Ask to fight that was like asking the sun not to rise or the waves not to roll in, but her counterpart could manage some calm with her. Some. For a little while. As much as could be expected in the current situation.

Bubbles ground against Femke’s but as it pushed into her, stimulating her with every teasing thrust, their bodies fitting together like a lock and key. She sighed along with Femke, easing into the bed, and listening close as she spoke. ”We can switch places. In a minute.” She brought her lips to Femke’s neck and started to suckle and lick, savoring the heady flavor of their mingling sweat. ”Or two.”

She had something else to say, but it would have to wait, as things on the floor became a little more interesting. Mariah had managed to snag the scissorhold on, keeping Darya from taking full advantage, but the Russian was nothing if not tenacious. The blonde let out a squeal when she introduced to a faceful of tit, covering her all over, smothering her, stealing her breath away in more ways than one.

It was tempting to panic, but Mariah knew how to handle this - you didn’t marry a woman like Bubbles without knowing how to survive a breast smother, after all. She tried to shift her head to the side, attempting to wrench free, but at the same time she cranked up the pressure on her bodyscissor, grinding hard into her opponent’s ribs.

Now Bubbles would reply. ”Really? Because from where I’m laying, it seems Darya’s the one in trouble…”

Whatever Bubbles was experiencing, whatever the proper term was for the instinctive urge the two of them had to be close to each other, Femke felt the same way. While she didn't love Bubbles the way she loved Darya, she almost felt like she loved Bubbles like a sister—albeit a sister who she wanted to beat up, and then fuck, and then cuddle with just to feel those strong arms encircling her body and all of those delicious, thick body parts grinding up against hers.

So not like a sister at all, really. If they ever needed to define it, Femke would leave it up to Bubbles, who always seemed to have the answers for everything. If they were like sisters, Bubbles was definitely the brainy one.

Femke moaned as she felt that mouth on her neck, sucking on her skin, as the rest of Bubbles's body still held her down, that crotch thrusting downward against her ass and pushing her deeper into her bed. Femke desperately fought back the urges she felt to make this a wild wrestling match between the two of them, taking a deep breath and then forcing her muscles to relax. "I thought we could just cuddle with neither of us on top..." Femke would murmur, biting her lip as another moan came on. "Mmm...but if you stay on top too long, I'll need to have some revenge...and revenge is a great motivator, you know. For every second Mariah keeps those scissors locked in, Darya will add a minute to the facesit which puts Mariah out at the end of this..."

Darya would need to figure out a way out of the scissors first, of course, but she had Mariah caught in a hold, too, her arm clamped tightly around the lighter-haired woman's head, smashing Mariah's face up against the side of her tit. She felt Mariah trying to escape, trying to turn her head to the side, and she immediately tightened her hold, squeezing on Mariah's head as hard as she could, forcing her to kiss her sideboob, refusing her air—while at the same time Mariah's legs were tightening around her midsection, making her ribs groan under the pressure and getting her to pant and wince as she shifted and tried to find a more comfortable position, to no avail.

If Mariah wanted to play chicken, they could play chicken. Darya would fight to free herself from the scissors, though, while keeping Mariah in her clutches. Darya would try to get her legs underneath her and shove upward, trying to bridge up, twist Mariah around so it was awkward to keep the scissors locked on, trying to shake around a bit to get those legs to loosen. Meanwhile, Darya would try to turn slightly, and smash her breast completely over Mariah's face, trying to swallow it up in tit flesh and force the American to change her tactics!

”Cuddling?” Bubbles ran a hand under her chin and stroked an invisible beard, contemplating the idea of doing that with Femke. In truth, cuddling was one of the only sexual activities that she didn’t excel in with flying colors and had some small worries about. Her body and strength so rarely led to it, and she found it hard to do without getting so excited that she upgraded to full on fucking. Restraint was never a strong suit of hers, she could admit.

Then again, if Femke was excited for it, Bubbles had to be, too. ”I might be down for that.” It took an act of supreme will, but she was able to slide of Femke’s back and drop to her side, laying next to her with an arm draped over her might back. ”Show me your cuddling technique. We can practice a little while Mariah is taking scissoring Darya in half.”

A little taunt mixed into the teasing, and one that wasn’t undeserved, in Bubbles’ estimation. Mariah was doing a good job of holding on to the scissorhold and ratcheting up the pressure, grinding away at the Russian’s midsection. Despite being out of the ring so long, Mariah was a regular patron at any gym that happened to be nearby wherever they were staying at the moment, and she never missed a single leg day, always pushing herself to the limit, dedicated to staying fit. It was good to see that dedication was paying off.

But then, Darya was no slouch, and her enveloping breasts were doing an excellent job of encasing Mariah’s world in a prison of flesh. The more she struggled, the deeper her face seemed to go, and eventually, she couldn’t see any way out - she knew what she had to do.

Mariah gave the hold one final, hard squeeze, then abruptly untangled her legs and drew them in. She pressed her foot against Darya’s side and gave it a hard push, attempting to tear them apart and refill her lungs with precious air. It wouldn’t be the most advantageous position for her, but it would certainly be better than going to sleep.

Femke smirked, bringing a hand up to her mouth, snickering at Bubbles's confusion like a devious schoolgirl in some shoujo anime. So at last she found a weak point, something to exploit against her mighty doppelganger. Admittedly, Femke couldn't think of many ways that cuddling could be used to establish dominance against Bubbles, but it was clear that she had more experience with it than her twin. The way Darya had been ever since they started their relationship, cuddling was a very important part of their romantic arsenal. A simple part, and a part that Femke didn't think too often about, but, in this case...

"Let me show you how it's done. Just think of it like this...if you flinch, tense up your muscles, you lose the cuddle." As Bubbles slid down off of her back, letting her butt breathe a bit and letting cooler air tickle her skin, Femke slung an arm around her friend, feeling a powerful arm encircle her shoulders, as well. Femke pulled Bubbles into her, side on side, turning her body just slightly towards Bubbles so that her nipple would point into Bubbles's tit as their busts pressed together, one tit each flattening in slow motion. "Look at the way Darya's breast just swallows Mariah's face up. I bet your wife's going to develop a bit of an obsession with Darya's titties after this..."

While the tanned amazons were trading barbs, their wives were both stuck in that excruciating game of chicken, as Mariah refused to let Darya go even when the Russian got her torso up and started shaking to try to slip free from between those legs. Darya, in turn, used her new elevated position to get her tit right over Mariah's face, shoving straight down into it, filling her mouth with soft flesh, plugging up both of her nostrils. Darya knew Mariah had to be running out of air, but she had to run out before Darya passed out from the pain of those scissors. Mariah's legs were like tree trunks—not as old and sturdy as the mighty redwood legs of their wives, but incredible, nonetheless, and Darya could feel her insides starting to protest at the rough treatment, spasming and convulsing and turning, and her panting turned into groaning and whimpering as her legs trembled, her eyelid twitched...

Thankfully, blessedly, Mariah decided to throw them apart. That shove sent Darya rolling across the mats, and she was only too glad to put some space between herself and Mariah, panting, sucking in deep breaths which hadn't been possible when those legs were closed around her belly, both arms cradling her tummy as spasms and sharp, shooting pains kept issuing from the crushed part of her torso.

She knew Mariah was vulnerable, but she couldn't take advantage. She was vulnerable, too. Right now, the two of them could both use a few seconds to recover. "Mmngh...nice legs..." Darya would grunt at her opponent.