War and Peace

Funnily enough, this cuddling brought back memories to Bubbles mind, back to a time when Bubbles Burste didn’t exist, when there was only Bianca Wylde - the model, the aspiring actress, the bodybuilder. Back then, her lovers had been few and far between, with few of the women she found interested in dating someone who had her physique. The women she had been with tended to be more on the delicate side. She had to handle them gently, couldn’t get too crazy. All that power, so little to do with it.

And then she entered the world of wrestling, and an entire universe of possibilities opened to her. Kinky possibility. Hot possibilities. Oily, sexy, smutty possibilities.

So, this was a bit of a throwback for her. A lesson in restraint. Holding back and not going into a wild fucking frenzy with Femke that would’ve certainly resulted in several demolished walls. Femke was an intoxicating woman, dominating her senses - the sight of her glistening body, the feel of her hot breath on her nipples, the sound her lips smacking and so much more. Needing something to sate herself, she reached up and grabbed a tight handful of Femke’s golden hair, giving it a strong yank at the roots. Not enough to rip anything out, just so pain to go with the pleasure, as her thigh lazily slid over Femke’s pussy.

It was a struggle to keep herself under control, especially as the battle nearby reached a fever pitch. Mariah managed to free herself, and she expected it to be a short lived bid, knowing that Darya wouldn’t let the opportunity slip away...until she did.

As she spun about, she saw her opponent reeling, still aching from the damage her legs had done. That brought a smile to Mariah’s face, but she knew too well that this wasn’t an opening she could ignore. She had to move in, and she had to do it now.

With a slim smirk, Mariah rolled to her feet, then threw herself out into space, hurtling towards Darya as a human missile. She tried to come down hard on her foe, looking to pin her to the mat, not too far from where their wives were still enjoying each others heat.

Femke, like Bubbles, struggled with the concept of restraint of this magnitude. Darya had been all she could focus on well before the two of them became an item, and if anything their relationship was less intense now than it was back then. But on the flip side of that token, she had almost no experience with anything cuddly and soft like this...at least not since she was a little girl cuddling up to her mother. Loving like this was very alien to her. No fucking, no fighting, just calm and relaxation, sharing body heat, enjoying the sensuality of curves without just letting it devolve into a humpfest...

...and DAMN IT did Bubbles make herself hard to resist, as she gave Femke's hair a tug, and let her thigh slide over Femke's pussy. The Dutchwoman swooned and almost just let her head fall back on the bed to enjoy it...but why should she get all the fun? Bubbles deserved to feel all the same heady sensations that she was making Femke experience. The two of them needed to be able to share with each other. They were pretty much twins, after all. Femke pressed into Bubbles, tightly but without making any obviously lewd movements, as she got a grip on Bubbles's hair in return and yanked her head to the side, nuzzling their cheeks together as she turned to watch their wives. The two had separated, for now, but they would surely not be separated for long. Femke could see the fire in Darya's eyes as she realized how soon she would have to get moving again.

"This is the final movement," Femke said, thinking of this incredible display as a wonderful symphony. "You feel good about your wife's chances?" she added, in a teasing tone.

Darya locked eyes with Mariah. She didn't want to break apart from the woman, but Mariah had been a handful to keep control of and Darya was aching after the squeezing. She thought she would get more of a break. But the blonde wanted to go right away. She had to just be running on momentum. She had to be close to breaking. Darya just had to push herself to the edge to send Mariah tumbling over it. She shoved onto her feet with a roar, launching herself forward, slamming together with the American in a frightful collision which shook the two bodies nearly as hard as all those incredible punches and brutal cross-counters between Femke and Bubbles in the ring...

"Nnngghf!" Darya groaned, as her tits and Mariah's smashed together, battling for supremacy between their bodies. She wrapped her arms around Mariah, and swept at her legs, trying to throw her down on her back! "Just...about...done?" Darya would growl, a feral smile on her face as she tried to get her opponent to back down from this incredible challenge of body on body.

It was such a strange feeling, being surrounded by women she wanted to fuck and yet not fucking them.

There was Femke, who could provide her the most wild, rough, unbridled sex that she could handle. She was fairly certain that they could go at it all day, with dehydration being the only issue.

Her wife, naturally. Mariah was always so clever in sex, finding such interesting way to be in control even while she made it look like she wasn’t. A devious little imp, and that was one of the many reasons she loved her.

And Darya...Darya was a bit of a puzzle wasn't she? Aside from some playful fondling and teasing before their oil match, she hadn’t sampled this woman’s fruits. Femke loved her and, which was a ringing endorsement, but how would she be in bed? More submissive, or every bit a domineering as she was now? It made the beginnings of an idea pop into Bubbles’ head. As she and Femke nuzzled together, cheek to cheek, she let her tongue slip and slide about the edge of her counterpart’s mouth, right at the edge. ”I never have a problem betting on Mariah. What about you?”

Mariah wished she could enjoy the same optimism herself. As the two of them barreled forward, there was a fire in her eyes, this drive that was impossible to match. No worry, no regret, no fear - it was becoming more clear with each passing second how she’d managed to tame a bawdy beast like Femke. But she was determined to bring her down, and as they vied for position, it seemed like that wasn’t going to be the case - with some deft maneuvering, she had Mariah falling back with her on top. A losing position. Unless…

She was tumbling, that much was certain, but she didn’t have to go down alone. Reaching out, she attempted to snag Darya’s head as she fell, attempting to pull her into a tight, sweaty breastsmother.

The two bronzen amazons snuggled tightly together, practically merging into one being as there was no more jockeying for position, no more teasing as the two of them just laid there, cheek to cheek, watching their nearly-as-amazonian wives battle it out to the sweet, sweet end. Femke had the utmost confidence in Darya. Even after years away from the ring, she was an impressive athlete, one who could do great things in the AFW if she so desired, and she was showing it in this battle against Mariah.

Mariah, for her part, was clearly an amazing woman, too, and one who showed a surprising amount of wrestling acumen for what Femke knew of her. Maybe years of being together with Bubbles, working with her, training her, loving her had taught the lighter-haired American a thing or two, as well. She and Darya were going right down to the wire, with both combatants' wives still holding the utmost confidence in their spouse. "I just asked because I want to rub it in your face when Mariah is knocked out beneath my Darya."

And Darya got the advantage right from the start, as she managed to sweep a leg out from underneath her opponent, Mariah beginning to tumble downward, Darya still pressing down on top of her! The Russian opened her mouth to say something...

...and got a mouthful of titty for the attempt, eye widening as her face abruptly was swallowed up by soft, sweaty, delicious darkness, her eyepatch getting shoved partially out of place! She was on top, shoving Mariah into the floor, and she brought her hands up to the woman's shoulders, shoving hard, trying to yank her head upwards, as she straddled the American woman's belly, giving her a bounce with her hips, trying to knock some air out of her foe so that she could break free!

Even now, as she clung so tight to her counterpart, close enough to feel the blood coursing through each other’s veins, Bubbles could sense the tension in the air and latch on to that unmistakable, oppressing pressure. It was the same feeling she’d experienced in countless matches, but one that she never thought she’d get in a setting quite like this.

The feel of a match coming to an end.

It had been a short bout but an intense one, and Bubbles would have to thank Darya - in the way that only women such as themselves could thank each other - for the miracle that she’d worked in Mariah. Her wife had entertained the idea of competing dipping her toes back into the ring at some point, but never seemed to get beyond it as an idle fantasy.

Somehow, Darya had managed to awaken Mariah’s competitive spirit, and while she still doubted her wife would take the big leap, it was a treat to see her in such vibrant action once again. To see that fire. She practically bounced out of Femke’s grip with glee as her wife locked in the smother and started to squeeze at Darya, threatening to put her rival to sleep. ”Go! Go!” She wriggled about in her excitement, smacking flesh with Femke as a welcome side effect. ”You’ve got her, go!”

While Mariah appreciated her wife’s enthusiasm, holding Darya in a breastsmother was a thing far easier said than done. She was a wild, bucking bronco, and when she straddled Mariah’s hips and starting to pound her into the floor, she knew this wasn’t a good spot to be in. There was a dire need for readjustment.

So that was precisely what Mariah went. She released the hold, only so she could slide from underneath Darya wipe her body around, attempting to smother from the other side. Not only would it keep her from being pinned, but she’d have the luxury of licking away at Darya’s own tits in the process, giving her something to suckle while she waited.

Darya was amazed by how exhausted she was, after only ten or fifteen minutes of fighting. It had been a short bout, but remarkably intense, in a way which was completely different from any fight Darya had been in before. She hadn't fought since she and Femke had gotten together over three years ago. She didn't know how the instincts would come back to her, whether they would overwhelm her in ways she couldn't anticipate.

As it turned out, fighting a woman as dazzling as Mariah made it easy for Darya to slip right back into a fighting mode, but not once had she ever felt uncomfortable during this bout—at least, not emotionally! And even as Mariah tried to smother her unconscious, Darya was far from truly being uncomfortable. But she knew she needed to escape. She was not going to make a liar out of her wife by losing this fight to her light-haired rival! She bounced on Mariah and shoved hard, eventually managing to pull her face up out of that hot cleavage—but almost as soon as she had gotten free, Mariah slipped out from under her and whipped around, and reestablished the hold, no longer underneath Darya, save for her head.

And Mariah's tongue would snake out to lap at Darya's tits, her lips opening up just after that and closing around a nipple! Darya gasped, her body shivering, a blush coming to her face as, for just a second, she was frozen by the sudden sensual assault!

But she wouldn't remain frozen for long. She was still above Mariah, and she had options. It seemed Mariah was intent on smothering her, and by the way she squeezed Darya's head close to her she was not going to let go. That was going to be trouble for Darya, who until just a few seconds ago was taking the fight to her opponent. But she could even the playing field. As Mariah suckled on her tits, Darya would suddenly let her hands and legs come out from under her, dropping her big breasts down on Mariah's face, swallowing it up between her orbs, trying to find Mariah's hair with her hands and pull her still further in as Darya, too, would try to lock her opponent into a breast smother, daring Mariah to try to outlast her in the hold! "Mmmm!"

Femke, watching her wife first escape, then get recaptured, and then finally retaliate in kind and force Mariah to suffer through not just a smother, but one with gravity on its side, sent Femke through a rollercoaster of emotions, as she whooped and laughed, then yelled, then laughed and grinned again, as she felt Bubbles bouncing all around and slapping against her, and she responded with a couple tits-first shoves. "Quiet down and watch your wife pass out!" Femke taunted, as she squeezed Bubbles extra-tight as they both knew this was going to be the end of the fight!

Mariah loved Darya’s breasts. She’d became a bit of a titty-connoisseur since she and Bubbles started dating, and she could firmly say that her opponent had some of the best she’d ever nestled her head between. Firm. Supple. Not hard, no, but not all give, either. They were like two fleshy pillows, but not the regular kind - the kind that molded against your head, that welcomed you into them, tha111t lulled you to sleep with their gentle caress.

She could’ve stayed in the for days, weeks, months, years, forever. Except for the troubling need to breathe.

Mariah had thought her victory secure, figured she would have this in the bag now that she had her smother locked, but Darya dropped her own mammaries down in a hurry and dissuaded her of that silly notion. Darkness took over her whole world, an airless, lifeless void. That was the thing about a well-done breast smother: it gave you freedom without freedom. Mariah could turn her head, sure. Could look left and right. So what? There was no escaping the flesh, no matter how hard she tried.

All she could do was hold on tight and hope that her own breasts did the job before Darya’s did the job on her. A race to see whose lungs could go without oxygen the longest.

Bubbles knew where she would like to place her bets, but even she had to admit that this was a chancy position her wife had found herself in. She grunted as Femke pulled her in tight, and responded with a squeeze of her own, butting heads on top of it. ”You’re wrong, Mariah’s got this.” She stuck her tongue out, then gave Femke a quick lick on the cheek. ”Finish her off, babe!”

Nice as it was, Mariah couldn’t hear a word of what either woman was saying. Mariah’s breasts encompassed her ears, too, putting the rest of the world on mute.

Darya's tits dropped down like twin meteors onto Mariah's face, or so Femke liked to envision it! With all of that weight slamming down onto her face, Mariah had to lose some air from the impact, and she had already been losing this fight when she decided to initiate this final breast smother round, in spite of Bubbles's assertions to the contrary. As Bubbles squeezed back and their skulls smacked together, Femke would growl competitively and squeeze Bubbles as hard as she could, just for a second, trying to shove her American friend down hard into the bed! Femke's wife was winning this one, so Femke wanted to make sure she had a better view of this finale than her rival!

"You are so full of it, like Mariah's face full of Darya's tits!" Femke would bark, feeling Bubbles lick her cheek and pushing her cheek down against Bubbles's face, as if she was going for some sort of cheek smother as her eyes were fixed on their dueling wives! "Take her out, sweetheart!"

Darya, meanwhile, could only barely hear what her wife and Bubbles were saying, and even then her brain did not necessarily fully comprehend the words that her ears picked up. Her whole world, right now, was Mariah's chests. Like her opponent, she could look left and right in that roomy cleavage, her head not fixed in one direction by the plush, yielding, but obviously strong titflesh. But nowhere she turned could she find oxygen. She felt as though she were floating along in the darkness of space, but without any stars to orient herself.

None yet, anyway. Pretty soon she might start seeing some. Her lung capacity was, if anything, excellent. How did Mariah's compare? They would soon find out...

She had to admit, she adored Mariah's tits. She wouldn't mind spending more time between these two amazing, world-class mammaries. Mariah's skin was soft and sleek, covered with just a bit of sweat, letting Darya's face slide easily around, never causing any friction or pain as she experienced inch after luscious inch. And then the fat underneath...well, Darya loved big tits, of course, being married to Femke, but there was a difference between simple giant udders and the sort of mighty mounds which the Russian went head-over-heels for. Mariah's fit the bill perfectly. Muscle underneath held up fat which was still incredibly firm and bouncy, sagging hardly at all but molding perfectly around her face, letting her nose and mouth sink in deep. Darya had to admit, she could make a weekly appointment with this chest. She only wished that one of Mariah's stiff nipples was within range of her mouth right now, to give her something to suckle on while they waited to find out who could last the longest.

Darya wiggled, and pulled harder on Mariah's head, dragging her further in. She wouldn't back down. She was going to knock Mariah out.

Did Femke know how awesome her wife’s breasts were? Mariah had to wonder. She was sure the woman appreciated her lovely partner, that the love between them was every bit as strong as what she and Bubbles had, but she knew that constant exposure could lead one to taking certain things for granted. That was the big advantage to the open relationship they enjoyed, getting variety in their lovelives without ever straying too far.

She hoped Femke hadn’t come to take these treasures for granted. The world within Mariah’s breasts was a luscious one, hot and welcoming and warm, the kind of place she could’ve spent so much time in. She loved her own wife’s chest, adored it, but she couldn’t deny the appeal of a less muscular chest, one that conformed to accept her her face and not the other way around.

It was bliss. Sweet, dangerous bliss.

From her spot, Bubbles could see the danger her wife was in, could only imagine what it was like in dark depths of Darya’s chest...but from her vantage point, the peril was mutual. Granted, it was hard to be sure, what with Femke pounding away on her. She opened her mouth to reply, then decided it would be better to use it for something more productive, like, say, giving Femke a sharp love bite on the neck, distracting as she made a hard push to get back on top.

Whatever was going on outside of the universe between Darya’s tits, Mariah couldn’t tell. Everything was getting quiet now, and she could tell it wasn’t just because her ears had two mounds of flesh blocking them. Her world was fading, lost in a sea of succulent skin. Stars danced across her vision, and she began to suck against Darya’s breasts, her body automatically searching for oxygen that was simply not there.

But she held on. Tight. Didn’t let go, didn’t waver, squeezed with everything vestige of power she had to offer. She might be taking a trip to dreamland, but she wouldn’t be going alone.

…also, god, she hoped Femke and Bubbles weren’t so wrapped up in their lovemaking that they forget to pull their heads free. This would be her favorite way to go out, but still...

The two women were in the home stretch right now. Darya, though she could only know her own limits for sure, had the feeling that this was going to be a photo finish. She felt like she could pick up some of Mariah's brainwaves via osmosis, the thoughts and emotions seeping through the sweaty skin of the big rack which was Darya's whole world right now, finding their way into Darya's blood, pumping up to her brain. The two of them were not doppelgangers like their wives were, but as she began to run out of air, her lungs burning, her eyes watering, Darya did feel a very close kinship with Mariah. Looks were only part of the doppelganger equation, really. Darya didn't think she'd ever met someone who she could get along with and understand the way she did Mariah.

The two of them thought so alike, after all, especially when it came to their choice of wives, who were currently tussling wildly again, fighting to see who could support her wife the most, albeit once again distracting themselves to the point that they nearly lost sight of the match in front of them. Femke would gasp as she received that bite on her neck, and she couldn't quite stop Bubbles from rolling over on top. She was just about to sink her fingers into Bubbles's ample tits and shove her back over when she realized they were going to miss the big finish if they kept it up. "Hey! Get off! Darya's about to knock Mariah out and I won't miss that!" Femke would push on Bubbles's shoulder, not hard enough to actually topple her, but trying to impress upon Bubbles the importance of seeing the end of the duel!

Darya was fading, but she, like Mariah, did not intend to go alone. She couldn't get enough of those tits, and she was more than happy to black out in this state of total bliss so long as she brought her friend down with her. Her arms tightened around Mariah's head, squeezing as tight as she possibly could, even as her own body started to disobey her, her mouth opening, tongue hanging out to slide across warm, delicious flesh, her eyes beginning to roll back in her head. Her oxygen was gone, and now she was suffocating, darkness nipped at the corners of her wavering, watery vision...

...yes, time to sleep. But with the last vestiges of her strength she poured everything she could into keeping her own hold on Mariah as tight as possible. Time for dreamland, and Darya would be dreaming about these tits until she woke up.