War and Peace

And just like that it was all over. Bubbles couldn’t deny how satisfying it was to see her wife wrestling again, feeling elated to see her display the same exuberance and tenacity that she’d had when she was in her prime. It was good to see she still had that fire burning in her, deep inside, just waiting for an outlet, and it made her want to poke her more and more for the possibility of them becoming a temporary tag-team down the road. Mariah’d always turned such ideas down, saying she’d lost the edge, but now that there was indisputable proof to the opposite…

For now, though, her mind went to more important matters, like the conclusion of their match, which was sadly ending with a whimper and not a bang - or the multiple bangs that Bubbles had been hoping for. She pulled away from the struggling Femke, separating just enough so that she could look over and see the spectacle. Sure enough, they were both, a double KO, the two of them succumbing to each other’s embrace. It was an oddly beautiful sight, like something that could’ve been dreamt up in the mind of a master painter, and-

”Ah, damn it, we should’ve been recording this.”

She smacked her forehead as she rolled off the bed and crawled along the floor, making her way over to pull their wives apart and check on them. Sure enough, they were fine ,and normal breathing resumed as soon as their passages were free. But they were out, cold, and that gave Bubbles a bit of an idea. ”Hey,” She whispered Femke’s way, not wanting to wake them up just yet. ”Remember what I suggested earlier?”

When Darya came to, she would find herself in a position that was no doubt usual for her, trapped on a bed, in the embrace of a large, tanned giantess of a woman, pinned under her massive frame as her neck was nibbled on. There were certainly worse ways to come back to life, and it wasn’t something she wouldn’t welcome. Surely.

The only difference, however, was that it wasn’t her giantess that was doing the dominating. Instead, Bubbles was on top, running her teeth along that sweaty sweaty skin and savoring the taste.

It was an incredibly successful, incredibly satisfying match to watch, one which was slowly building the whole time before coming to a vigorous, but steady and even, boil for a finale, one which turned Femke on more than anything she could think of lately. Who didn't love luscious, huge tits engulfing faces? Femke loved Darya's tits and face more than anything she could ever imagine, and she was quickly coming to be very fond of Mariah and her buxom features, as well. So many things she liked shoved into such a small area...

After she and Bubbles separated and the two of them crawled over to the sleeping beauties to gently separate them, Femke felt a rush of intense arousal as she saw Darya's adorable sleeping face, eyes closed, nose and mouth quivering slightly as if she was dreaming about Mariah's bust after it had conquered her. Mariah, for that matter, looked gorgeous, as well, and Femke wondered whether she was dreaming and, if so, what about...she might have asked Bubbles whether she could tell what was going on in her wife's head, but the other dusky woman had another topic of discussion in mind. Femke couldn't help but grin. Oh, it was so wicked. And it was more than a little wrong. That was what made it so enticing. "Ooooh, I think I do..."

What a ménage à quatre the four of them were becoming.

When Mariah awoke, she, too, would find herself in an embrace which was at once so very familiar and utterly foreign. Femke would hold the American tight in her arms, her giant tits pressing down on the barely-less-ample pair of the fair woman, Femke's tongue sliding up Mariah's cheek, getting a good taste of the woman's sweaty, hot skin, before tracing long the ridge of her cheekbone up to her nose, which Femke gave a gentle kiss as Mariah awoke.

Darya, meanwhile, trembled and writhed, her nose wrinkling, her whole body twitching a couple of times as consciousness was only beginning to dawn and the instincts that had been put on hold while she was still in Mariah's cleavage kicked in. "Mmmnn...ahhhnnn..." All at once, she felt those expert ministrations, the mouth and teeth on her neck, the big body feeling as though it was swallowing up her own. She sighed, her eyelids fluttering slowly open. "F-Femke..." she moaned, and she said nothing more for a few seconds, even closing her eyes again, before, slowly, she opened them again and really gave the woman on top of her a good luck. It felt so much like Femke's touch, but...

"Aaaahhh...w-what are...umm..."

As anyone could imagine, Mariah was somewhat used to waking up to a horny Bubbles. The giantess was a hard sleeper most of the time, yes, and she tended to rest for the majority of the morning no matter how early or late she went to sleep, but every once in a blue moon she would wake up early and frisky and handsy and she’d give Mariah a feel up, and it would take an early morning fuck to make her doze off. Such was the life of an Amazon’s wife.

But, at the same time, you don’t go to sleep and wake up next to a person for several years without getting so idea for their body’s quirks, and certain alarm bells were ringing in her head, loud and clear. Bubbles had a certain smell to her breath, a spicy zest from all the hot meals she liked. Oh, and the hair was off, Bubbles was so much shorter than this. And she almost always started out of with some tit worship, liking Mariah to get a bit stfff before they really went to work.

The body matched up, but the movements, the groans, the hums, it was all wrong, and she had a suspicion o on why that was and what she’d seen when she opened her eyes. ”Femke, is that-”

Mariah’s question was answered in the brusquest way possible: a wild, wet, dominating kiss that took her entire mouth. She’d had similar dishes before, but never with this sort of flavor, and she was quickly becoming addicted.

Sure enough, she opened her eyes and found herself staring at a pair of blazing red spheres, instead of the gentle blue pools she was used to. In that moment, her mind ran the gamut of emotions - surprise, lust, and finally confusion, as she managed to avert her gaze from Femke long enough to see Bubbles ravaging Mariah.

”Femke, what-” Mariah started to squirm underneath Femke, but wound up grinding their hips together, and sensation that forced a heated moan out of her by accident. ”Oh, oh wow. What are you two-”

Bubbles was busy kissing a trail down Darya’s neck, but she took a quick break to lift her head and answer the question. ”Just a little competition, babe. You and Darya got us all excited.” She ran a hand through Darya’s hair, brushing some of it away from her face to get the best view. She was a truly beautiful woman - a harsh kind of beauty, rough and dangerous. ”Whichever one of us gets her name screamed first, wins. Nice and simple.”

There, explanation over. Bubbles went back to her task right away, bringing her lips to engulf the nearest tit, encircling it, covering it, taking the whole of it between her lips and lashing away at it in the darkness with her tongue. Fingers ran down Mariah’s side, light scratches that seemed to grow strong with each pass, threatening so much more to come.

Mariah was clearly confused, but to her credit, she seemed to suss everything out pretty quickly. She recognized the difference in the way Femke and Bubbles touched her far sooner than Femke had expected, given her grogginess and the vast array of physical similarities between the two amazonian women. That was impressive. She certainly knew her wife—but soon enough, she would know Femke just a little bit better. Darya and Mariah had spent a good bit of time teasing their wives, but now, even as their heads were spinning from that double knockout, they were going to get some of what was coming to them!

And they, of course, were going to love it.

Femke chuckled and nodded along to Bubbles's explanation, her doppelganger leaving her very little to add. Her eyes briefly met Darya's, with the Russian woman giving her a fiery look—something between "I'll get you for this!" and "You had better make her scream before I break"—before Bubbles's mouth fell upon her tit, and Darya's eyes rolled back into her head, the Russian desperately fighting back a scream of pleasure as she was suckled, squirming as she felt those fingers on her sides!

Femke knew she had to keep up, so she would turn her gaze back to Mariah, giving her a wink. "Ready? Don't pass out..." Femke would tease, before she would bite down on Mariah's neck, with just enough force to leave a light indent on that flesh, as both her hands found a tit, cupping them from underneath, squeezing them upward, shaking them slightly with both hands to get them nice and warmed up, get those nipples hard and ready before her mouth would suddenly jump down from neck to a nip, giving it a love bite, too!

There were many, many reasons that Bubbles liked to keep her relationship so free and open. It was easy to write it off to nothing more than having an insatiable libido, and while that was certainly part of the story, anyone looking to label her as a simple sex maniac would find a surprising degree of depth if they took the time to look.

It wasn’t just about fucking. Mostly, but not just. In Bubbles mind, every woman was a puzzle, a mystery to solve. Finding their turn-ons, honing in on what they liked and didn’t like, searching for the right spots to touch in order to turn them wild with desire…

A game. A fun game. One that she was current playing on top of the more obvious one.

She chuckled as Darya squirmed about, writhing under her teeth’s pressure. This was so familiar, their wives had more in common than even they could know. But how much of the old playbook would work here? Bubbles could drive her crazy with this breast alone, but she was in a mood to explore.

She slid up, moving all the way until her chest was pressing down on Darya’s, her breast threatening to overlap the Russian’s own impressive pair. Leaning down, she made sure that her full weight was brought to bear, pinning Darya underneath. Controlling her. Dominating her. Keeping her in position as she brought her lips inches away from the woman’s tantalizing ear. ”Enjoying this already, ain’t ya?” She filled voice with Southern drawl, a little something new for Darya’s ears. ”Don’t bother holding back those screams. I’m getting them, one way or the other.”

Mariah, for her part, wasn’t doing too much better...or worse, depending on how you looked at it. She let out a long gasp as her wife’s doppelganger dug into her neck with a fiery bite, giving her so much sweet pain that she almost didn’t notice the attention that her breast was being given. And just when she was getting used to the rhythm, becoming accustomed to the pace…

”God!” The unbidden cry filled the room and left her shivering, as Femke’s teeth went to work and set her nerves on fire. If that was a taste of what was in store for her, this little challenge would be a true trial, but there were things she could do to alleviate it. Looking to test her wife’s rival, she tried to squirm away from her grasp, push off, daring the bigger woman to put a stop to it. Also, Bubbles liked it when there was some fight mixed in, and she was curious if Femke had the same taste.

Femke, too, was noticing the very obvious similarities in taste that their wives shared, something which should really be no surprise to either of the big, burly, bronzen doppelgangers. She slowly worked Mariah up, not bothering with going straight for the kill right away, knowing that if she got the woman all hot and bothered with the foreplay first she could polish off this contest anytime she pleased.

She actually shivered when Mariah cried out, though, upon taking that bite. That trembling, aroused voice was so damn delicious, and Femke wanted to hear more of it. Femke let the nipple go, giving Mariah a few seconds of anticipation as Femke's hands would still squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax around the undersides of her fantastic melons. "Does that count as a win for me, then?" Femke teased, sticking her tongue out at Bubbles, taking a glance at what the woman was doing to Darya. Not bad, not bad at all—she was already hitting some of Darya's sensitive spots. But the Russian was tough, and she was stubborn. She wouldn't scream Bubbles's name just out of pure pride.

Femke turned her attention back to Mariah, giving the woman's other nipple some love, chomping down forcefully on it, making sure the pressure was just on the right edge of pain. The American woman was not going to go down easy, though, as all of a sudden she started squirming and bucking, as if trying to get away from Femke! As the Dutch giantess's mouth came away from that nipple, her face showed shock for a second, then she grinned. Oh, Darya loved to play this game, too, but Femke was a master at it. She lifted up slightly, then scooted forward. "Behave!" she insisted, as she slammed her naked sex directly down on top of Mariah's, pinning her hips to the bed!

Darya, meanwhile, was getting some gentler treatment, though she was still pinned down to the bed. She knew she needed to fight back and make this more difficult for Bubbles, but it was tough to resist this breast press, all that body heat, that silly accent in her ear... "You...vill be very disappointed..." Darya would murmur back, poking the bear. "Do your vorst, bitch!" she added with a grin.

Pacing was a problem that Mariah and Bubbles ran into at times. That was just the trouble when it came to dealing with someone who was as perpetually horny as the Virgin Killer was. She was never not in the mood for sex, it seemed, and the longer she had to wait for it, the more eager she’d became during the actual lovemaking. That was fine, but sometimes she’d go into things a little too hard, be a little too gung-ho between the sheets.

Femke didn’t seem to share the same problem, though Mariah was admittedly going off a sample size of one. She took her time. Messed with the mind. Left Mariah guessing. When the sensations stopped and she gave her chest some room, her body started to ease on its own, thinking the worst was over, only to be proven wrong in the most brusque way imaginable.

She groaned as Femke slammed her hips down, hitting with enough force to make the bed creak for mercy, flattening her underneath. Pleasure and pain mingled at the impact and left her sore in the best way, but it wasn’t enough to knock the fight out of her, not completely. She pressed her sex upwards as best as she could, grinding back, and there was a weak smile on her face. ”Is that-” She stopped, noticing the hint of fear and anticipation in her own voice, but there was no hiding it. ”Is that all?”

Bubbles had a little laugh at that from her position, but to be fair, she wasn’t exactly doing any better with Darya. She could tell this was a redoubtable woman she was dealing with, everything Mariah had said about her painted that picture, and she was seeing it now. Bending her would be difficult. Breaking her would be harder.

Good. Wouldn’t be fun if it wasn’t a challenge.

”My ‘vorst’?” Bubbles chuckled, a deep rumbling laugh that almost shook the bed as much as much as Femke’s hip thrusts. [color=#0099ff]”I was going to be gentle, but if that’s what you want…”[color]

Bubbles suddenly whipped around, turning all the way, and scooted backwards. Without a word of ceremony, she reached behind, grabbed two handfuls of that fine, black Russian hair, and rammed Darya’s face into her ass, practically slamming it home. She dropped her full weight onto Darya’s a moment later, locking in a tight, hardcore facesit, one that would have her gasping for air when Bubbles finally let up.

Whenever that would be.

Femke had great sexual instincts, and she could tell that Mariah was getting worked up by what she had done so far as she smacked her naked sex down firmly against that of her rival's wife. She focused on forcefulness to start, just shoving straight down, letting her lower lips kiss those of the slightly smaller woman as she showed off the shoving power of those wide, amazonian hips!

Mariah decided to add a little bit of movement to it, though, as she continued with her plan to fight back and try to resist Femke. Oh, she was going to get Femke nice and worked up playing like that! The Dutchwoman grinned as she felt the light pressure of the other woman's hot crotch grinding on hers, and she would slam hers down with authority, enough to rattle Mariah's bones, before swinging her hips around in circles to smear the wetness shared between them all over Mariah's nice, paler sex! "Oh, no...I have so. Much. More."

Femke had been starting off on a rough note, while Bubbles was slow, smooth, letting her body cover Darya's up, almost swaddling the Russian in her luscious bronzen flesh. Darya was lulled into a false sense of security...she thought nothing of taunting Bubbles, daring the woman to give it all she had...

...and Bubbles responded in a totally unexpected fashion. Darya had been anticipating loving, hard or soft, but everything in the service of sex! Instead, all of a sudden, she had a gigantic, firm ass smashing down onto her face, her features swallowed up completely between those cheeks, wide eyes and mouth opening up to gasp disappearing as Bubbles put all her weight down on top of Darya's poor, poor face! "MMMMMRRRNNG!"

On the surface, covering Darya’s face with her ass might not have seemed like the brightest idea. In fact, it probably seemed downright counterintuitive. The whole point was to make the woman say her name, and it wouldn’t matter if she screamed it to the top of her lungs - with an ass over those succulent lips, the words would never get much further than Bubbles’ swarthy hips.

But there was some strategy to it. And even if there wasn’t Bubbles was a creature of pleasure, and having this woman’s face beneath hers was pleasing beyond words.

She let out a low moan and ground her hips down, pressing hard against Darya’s face, letting it sink between her cheeks. All the while, she kept her hands busy by grabbing the woman’s lovely breasts and giving them a good groping, working them between her fingers, tweaking the nipples, kneading the sides. Sighing, reveling in the moment, waiting for Darya to start struggling for air….

...then and only then would Bubbles lift up and let her wife’s rival breath, holding her ass just a few inches above her face. ”Say my name.” She gave her butt a few quick wiggles. ”Let me hear it.”

Femke was a bit less brutal in her efforts, but that wasn’t to say she wasn’t gaining ground, either. Whereas Bubbles was opting for the stick approach, Femke was giving Mariah the carrott, and it was a tempting carrot at that. Femke responded to resistance with aggression, putting down her attempt with those powerful hips, making the bed shake with each strike.

”Fe...fe…” She found herself muttering without even thinking, already succumbing to this woman’s spell. Knowing she needed to do something to stem the tide, she knew she’d need a gag, something for her mouth to do that didn’t involve talking. Without even thinking, she opened her mouth and brought her lips to Femke’s neck, sinking her teeth in for a wild love bite, letting her teeth sink in nice and deep.

The thought had crossed Darya's mind... As long as her ass remains on my face, there is no way we can lose. Even if Darya screamed Bubbles's name right now, the sound would be completely swallowed up by those giant mounds of butt flesh, echoing only through the crack of Bubbles's amazing, meaty, suffocating ass—maybe, at a stretch, just barely tickling her taint and the very lowest point of her pussy.

She didn't bother trying it out, and she was lucky she managed to shore up her resolve before Bubbles began all the grinding, and wiggling. Her ass was positively intoxicating—a strange thing to think, but one that was absolutely true. And she wasn't even taking into account how hot and horny the groping was making her. Every touch on her nipples sent a jolt down her spine...every squeeze of those full orbs sent warm sensations rushing through her body like a tidal wave. Darya was losing oxygen, getting dizzy, and in that delirium she was losing her sense of where she was and who she was, overwhelmed by the pleasure...

"Bu...Bu..." she babbled, nearly breaking down right then as Bubbles lifted that ass off of her face. Her eyes stared up, unfocused, that blurry, swarthy posterior all she could see. She knew she was in dire straits, yes, but she still had tricks up her sleeve. Swinging both arms upward, she would try to give Bubbles a powerful double-handed spank, sending those butt cheeks jiggling and shaking all over! "Bad girl!"

Femke, meanwhile, got so very close to victory, as Mariah, in her stupor, allowed her lips to slowly begin forming that Dutch name. Femke grinned. "Yes...come on, cutie..." she implored in her breathy, husky whisper.

Mariah responded by biting down on Femke's neck, hard enough to make the Dutch amazon's eyes widen and her lips fall open to let out a startled cry. It hurt, but it felt so, so good at the same time. That cry tapered off into a moan, and when she looked back down at Mariah a devilish grin spread across her lips. The woman wanted to keep resisting. Perfect. Femke didn't want to let her off too easy, after all. She could tell Darya was in trouble, but the Russian was tough, and, like many of her countrywomen, remarkably stubborn. She would endure, long enough for Femke to set up one more hold for Mariah. She would give the woman a sudden, unexpected punch in her tummy, intending to couple that with a jerk backwards to force Mariah to release that bite. Once she had, Femke would pull away, separating their bodies. But only for a moment. Grabbing onto Mariah's legs, Femke would fall forward, aiming to put the woman in a matchbook pin, with her feet pinned to either side of her head, doubling her over completely—with Femke's tits shoved into her face for good measure!

"Kiss them. Suck them. Bite them," Femke would instruct, as one of her hands snaked down to fondle Mariah's sex. "Just don't take too long to scream out my name."