SS 19 Dark Match: Femke 'Golden' Brouwer vs. Bubbles Burste

Bubbles’ return strike was a clean hit, one that hit with enough force to make a cracking impact. The sound echoed through the open sea, probably going for miles over the clear blue waters.

It had to be quite a sound, but Bubbles could scarcely hear it over the thunderous pulsing of her own heart, as her body began to surge with new energy, recovering from the orgasm. It was a wild high, but she knew it wasn’t going to last. She had to press this advantage while she had the chance, small as it was.

Bubbles reached up and grabbed the ladder as she turned to face her opponent, getting a solid grip. It had its downsides, namely that she wasn’t able to defend against the punch that clocked her clean in the face and rocked her world, a hellacious cross. She couldn’t be sure, but she swore the blow knocked one or two of her teeth loose. A dental visit would be in her near future. Not something to look forward to.

She still had the mind to retaliate, though, but instead of going tit-for-tat, her legs shot out and wrapped around her opponent’s waist, attempting to pull her into a tight bodyscissors and clamp down around those tender ribs.

Bubbles began to climb up the ladder, back into the boat. Femke briefly pondered pulling Bubbles back down into the surf—this phase of the battle had most definitely gone Femke's way—but, thinking about all of the equipment that they had stored inside the vessel, the Dutchwoman decided she was ready to dry off the saltwater and let their pussies generate all the moisture they would require. She cracked Bubbles across the face, as if to tell her to hurry up, grinning as she got one hand on the ladder, as well, beginning to hoist herself up.

Within seconds, Bubbles fought back by swinging a leg around Femke's body and dragging her into a tight scissor hold! With her slightly elevated position, it was a top-notch decision, and it got a loud grunt out of Femke as her body momentarily thrashed about, kicking up sea foam as she tried to escape, letting go of the ladder and letting herself dip back into the water. They hadn't been up high enough for that to do much good in her efforts to escape, though. She had to do more.

And do more she would, as she brought both fists up now, Bubbles's legs and the buoyancy of her own tits keeping her afloat and allowing her to use both arms to begin pounding on Bubbles's sides and legs, punches and open-handed slaps both being thrown into that buxom figure as Femke fought fiercely for her freedom, the whole time staring up into her opponent's crotch as she struggled!

If Bubble’s leg was a fishing hook, then Femke was a prize swordfish, fighting hard in her snare. Her legs clamped down around that powerful core, clamped tight, squeezed, and proceed to pour everything into cutting Femke in half. She summoned every muscle she could for the effort, tasking a body that had suffered through thousands of man hours to create this iron body. All of it, every fiber of her body, dedicated to knocking the fight out of this beast of a woman.

It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.

It was like the pain only made Femke fight harder, made her more determined to give Bubbles hell. Blows came out and battered her body, crashing into her chest. Slaps stung her skin and left red marks that even showed up through her tan.

She had to do something and she had to do it soon, or else Femke would break her to pieces, bone by bone.

Bubbles gritted her teeth so hard they hard hurt and screamed through them, as she gave her torso a hard jerk to the side. It took a supreme effort, but she pourd her all into the movement, as she twisted and tried to ram Femke’s head into the hull, hoping it might be enough to stun her.

Femke would have liked to have found a more elegant solution, but slapping and punching as hard and as often as possible would just have to suffice. Bubbles, after all, was more of the intellect, the planner, between the two of them. Femke was big, dumb muscle, or so she often thought of herself.

It was enough. Wailing as hard as she possibly could on her rival's sides, covering them with purple bruises from hip to tit, Femke felt that scissor hold begin to loosen. Sensing an opening beginning to form, she kept on pounding away, more and more, harder and harder, liking to think that she felt bones bending underneath her fists as the blows continued to land. Just a few more seconds, she was sure. She grit her teeth and did her best to endure the squeeze, finding it tough, but knowing that soon enough...

Soon enough, she had been sure, she would break free. But Bubbles had one more trick up her sleeve. She braced herself and twisted around at her waist, dragging Femke face first in an arc through the choppy waters. She coughed and hacked, but that was not the worst thing that Bubbles had in store. Femke didn't realize what was about to happen until her skull collided with that solid hull.

And her mind went blank.

She didn't even let out a cry—just a garbled sort of loud sigh, as her arms fell away from Bubbles and her body flopped backwards, floating on her back in the water, staring unfocused up at the beautiful blue sky with seemingly empty eyes! "Bbllurrrgh..."

Huh. That worked.

Bubbles’ attempt to smash Femke’s head against the hull had, in truth, been a move of desperation, not something she was too confident in pulling off. She could only muster so much strength like that, and her opponent was so resiliant, and she had the water to contend with. She’d just looking for something, anything to break Femke’s moment, before she took the whole match and ran her ragged.

But desperation paid off, it seemed - her blow was enough to leave Femke stunned. Only for a little while, this beast of a woman was too strong to keep down for long. But she’d take

It wasn’t going to be easy, but Bubbles’ grabbed Femke by the arm and started to haul her up the ladder, struggling with each rung. It was slow going, but without her opponent fighting back, she’d managed to get her up back on the deck, hauling her hard on the hardwood floor and flopping next to her a moment later, their drenched bodies soaking the deck as she took a moment to catch her breath.

It might have been a move made out of desperation, but Bubbles was a strong woman, her desperate lunge far outstripping a normal woman's mightiest haymaker. It didn't leave Femke stunned for more than a few seconds, but it was long enough for her to lose her grip, to plunge back into the salty sea, and for her rival to grab hold of her and begin hauling her up that ladder, onto the deck of the boat once again. Femke regained her senses about halfway up the ladder, but at that point, she saw no reason to try to knock Bubbles back down into the ocean, even though the water segment of their duel had been very kind to Femke. She used her feet to help push them up and over the wall, tumbling over onto the wooden deck in a tangle of buxom assets and tan limbs, Femke glad to take a moment to catch her breath as Bubbles did the same.

The sun was shining, and their soaked bodies would quickly begin to dry, though it would be some time before the moisture was removed from all of their nooks and crannies, and Femke was fairly certain her womanhood would not stop dripping so long as Bubbles was within ten kilometers of her. The Dutch fighter groaned, gingerly pushing herself into an upright position, rubbing one hand on her forehead as she looked for her rival. Upon spotting Bubbles, Femke would, with another loud groan, thwomp herself over onto her hands and knees and begin shuffling towards the other bronzen warrior!

"Tired...already, Bubbles?"

Breath in and out. Nice and slow. Fill up those lungs.

As fun as their little ocean excursion had been, it had taken a told on Bubbles’ body, leaving her exhausted. Her body didn’t seem to know how to produce oxygen for this situation, so it was working overtime to keep up, pushing her past her recommended limits. If they’d stayed down there longer, there was no telling what could happen. An unfortunate accident? Possible.

And she was loving every second of it.

Femke, naturally felt the same way. The two of them rolled over in unison and crawled towards each other, pulled by their sheer animal magnetism and little else. Their foreheads found each other and pressed together, skulls grinding in the middle. ”Do I look tired, big girl?”

Arms up, she surged forward and engaged Femke in a grapple, pushing against her as she started to rise up. It was a wild, feral attempt to overpower her twin, and she could feel her power returning with every moment, as if the mere contact between them was revitalizing her.

They had been separated for almost a minute now. Time enough to cause Femke's body to yearn for its mirror match, its perfect rival. Even though she was exhausted, and even though her chest was still rising and falling dramatically as she gulped in deep breaths of air, she was already turned over onto her hands and knees, crawling towards Bubbles. And Bubbles was mirroring her almost perfectly, the two behemoths both ready for more, both minds thinking along much the same track. They moved like cats, until their foreheads collided. Then they moved like mountain goats in slow motion.

"Mmmmm...do you really want me to answer that?" Femke teased, as she put some spirit into a shove that managed to back Bubbles's skull up by about a foot. And then she just as quickly lost that ground when Bubbles shoved back. Bubbles's whole body came at her, now, and Femke's was immediately up and thrusting, as well, her whole buxom form crashing together with her lover's, still-damp tits pancaking, abs grinding, pussies kissing!

Femke threw all her strength into the charge, trying to bulldoze Bubbles and put her flat on her back, intending to get on top and gloat with a nice tit smother or fisting up inside of Bubbles's hot sex!

But instead, of course, the two of them stalemated instantly, both having charged and completely canceled each other out. Intending to break that stalemate, Femke brought a hand down to throw a hard punch right into the softest part of Bubbles's tummy she could target!

The ocean filled with the now-familiar sound of two massive bodies colliding, a clap of flesh against flesh and a crack of bone against bone. Bubbles and Femke met in the middle, the unstoppable force and the immovable object, and the result was predictable. No ground gained, no ground lost. Femke would push into her, but Bubbles would respond with equal force, keeping her at bay. Bubbles would try to work her at the side, hoping to take her off guard, but Femke was quick to put the appropriate amount of force in the right way to keep her at bay.

Jostling. Jerking. Pushing. Pulling.

But something had to give.

That something came in the form of a punch, one that came crashing into Bubbles’ stomach and sunk deep, slicing into the muscles and mixing up her organs. A good blow, a solid blow, and with the Virgin Killer still trying to recover from their little swim, it was even more effective than it would’ve otherwise been - and it would have otherwise been damned effective. Bubbles gasped and fell forward, burying her face into her rival’s shoulder as she reeled. Bubbles braced for what would come next - it was only a momentary ache, something she could deal with, but there were so many destructive things that a woman like Femke could do in a moment.

The two crashed together and got nowhere, and so they had to get creative to try to get a leg up on each other. As usual, seeing as how neither had managed to conquer the other yet. They grappled, nude, wet bodies smacking and slapping and squishing, each move met by a counter that negated it, frustrating any attempt either made to prove herself superior in this test of strength.

Therefore, someone had to change tactics. That someone was Femke, and she did it with a quick, hard punch, targeting Bubbles's belly just above her navel. Thanks to the exhaustion of their swim, it did the trick, and Bubbles fell forward, breathless, onto Femke's shoulder. Femke smiled as she took a deep breath, gathering strength for what came next. It wouldn't be easy to accomplish, but she intended it to impress upon Bubbles who the dominant member of their pair would be!

Femke gave herself a few seconds to slide her hands down Bubbles's back, admiring the muscle tone, then admiring the plumpness of those ass cheeks as she gave them a squeeze. But she wasn't content with just fondling her hurting foe. Femke would wrap her arms around Bubbles underneath that butt, and then, slowly, climb up onto her feet, holding Bubbles aloft in the air! And then, once she had made it erect, she would take one more deep breath, before falling backwards, intending to use a slight variant on a vertical suplex to send Bubbles crashing down on her back on the deck of the boat!