Sister Agnes vs. Bubbles Burst - So Little Faith

Mariah, thank God, had experience with having weight on her like this. It came with the territory, really - having a wife with the sort of size that Bubbles brought to the table, you had to have a strong constitution. She was often on top, but not always. When Bubbles liked to ride her, she could bring a real pounding.

This was new, though. Having two women on her, this size? Far more weight than anything she’d even experienced. All this weight, all this pressure, and so little air to endure it with. Just breathing was a titanic effort, much less getting any movement going on. She was trapped. Being smothered. Caught in a prison of sweaty flesh.

In other words, heaven. And there was only so long she could hold out in this heaven before the inevitable happened.

She did her best to ride the wave, wanting to push Agnes first and give her wife something of an edge - not that she needed one at the moment, but if the opportunity was presented, she might as well take it - she was fairly sure that her making Agnes wouldn’t count, but it would weaken her, make her easier prey for her wife. She ran her tongue along Agnes’ sweltering pussy, tracing the outline of it with her tongue, doing her best to slide along the material and get at the tender taste underneath.

A valiant effort, and one that she tried her best to keep up, but in the end, it was a race she had little chance of winning - she came and she came hard and she came first, her body erupting in a spastic fit, jerking about despite the oppressive weight above her.

”Ha! There we go!” Bubbles cooed and ground her pussy down hard on Agnes’ back, getting more excited with each passing moment. She could feel her wife’s climax, even from up here, but that only meant they were halfway there. She reached forward and wrapped her arms around her foe’s chest, grabbing a breast with each hand and working them between her fingers. ”Your turn, now.”

Sister Agnes felt the familiar sensation of the woman beneath her breaking. Her body spasmed beneath both her and her mounted wife. The woman's body spasmed and jerked against the sexfighting sister's dazed, but eager, mouth. Furthermore, the woman used her precious bit of breath moaning against Agnes' own opening. The tongue that had been dutifully dedicated to her pleasure lolled and vibrated lazily against the thing fabric of her attire. It dredged up a husky, trembling sound from deep within Agnes' body.

"Oooooohn~~" She purred as her eyes rolled up into her head. Her body locked up, she froze and the world iced over as well. Her crushing thighs seized and Agnes found her lungs inoperable. Until reality shattered like glass! Bubbles grasped her bare breasts, seizing them, woman handling them. The signals from her sensitive nipples sent her hips bucking against the spasming Mariah's ill-fated face. And that trembling purr... Became an ear shattering scream!

"NNNNNNNNMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~~~" She screamed into Mariah's sodden sex, muffling the sound only barely! Her body trembled and shook with unrestrained pleasure. Her cheeks clapped against Mariah's face, who, at this point might not even be conscious to appreciate it. Her broad back shook against Bubbles assertive humping as Agnes's drool ran down Mariah's thighs. Her sanctimonious slit throbbed against Mariah's chin and nose as the orgasm induced seizure rocked her body. Both women had been brought and the circle created by their surprise 69 had been closed.

The referee looked at the pile of women... Pursed her lips... And didn't call for the bell.

Agnes gasped, breathing in Mariah's scent and taste as the edges of her world were slowly coming back into focus.

And that's how Bubbles Burste become the first woman to make her opponent orgasm in a hentai match and not have it count.

She thought. Maybe. She wasn’t honestly the least bit sure, and she was extremely familiar with AFW’s hentai history to say the least. It was definitely something she would have to look up later, but it seemed like a safe enough bet for the moment, and it got her wondering - what other sorts of records could she break? The night was so young.

Looking down at the mess they’d created, she took a moment to check on Mariah - it was hard to tell with Agnes all over her, but she seemed to be breathing, not in any pain, though she wouldn’t likely be moving for a while. An orgasm like that would leave her wiped out for a while, which was kind of a shame. She’d miss seeing what would come next live. Oh, well.

”All right, babe.” Bubbles planted her feet and lifted up, hauling Agnes back to her feet while she kept hold of her breasts, still mauling and mashing them even as she used them for handholds. ”Cooled you off? Let’s see if I can’t heat you back up.”

As soon as she had Agnes vertical, Bubbles released the hold on her breasts, only to let go and bring her arms lower. She clasped her hands together and started pouring on the pressure, crushing the nun’s chest with a bearhug, digging her arms into those tender ribs. And, as with everything involving the Virgin Killer, she didn’t let the opportunity for a little sensuality slip by.

”Let me hear that singing voice…” She whispered hot words into Agnes’ ear and nibbled at the flesh, worrying it between her teeth as she continued to crush away.

Sister Agnes had stared the devil in the eye this night, and survived. Sure... The devil had made her cum all over her wife's face. But the bell hadn't rung and that meant the match was still in session! Technically... It had been Mariah, a non-participant in the match, who had brought Agnes to orgasm, at least in the eyes of the referee. In truth, the scene had gotten to the official and at the moment of climax, she had been more absorbed in the sensation between her thighs than in calling the photo finish. This ruling would go on to be featured in many AFW lists and retrospectives... But that was in the future... Agnes needed to deal with the present!

"Ugh... Unhand me!" She meekly demanded as Bubbles pulled her from her mount. Her fingers buried knuckle deep in her sensitive breasts! Her stiff nipples pressed into bubbles palms and sent tiny shockwaves of pleasure through the sex-fighting sister's body. However, Bubbles grip on her tit-flesh sent terrible pain to accompany it! She winced and gasped as they were mauled viciously. She sought to do something about it... But the reality was that her body was still weak... Sensitive... From cumming. Her juices ran down her thighs and dripped from her bare feet as Bubbles lifted her off the ground!

Her legs bowed and her arms spasmed as Bubbles began to crush her tender breasts with a bearhug! She threw her head back, and by request, screamed! "HAAAGH!!!! M-MY B-BREASTS!" She cried as Bubbles own, undamaged tits dominated hers. Bubbles attire roughly scratched her sensitive nipples as she was womanhandled by the bigger and more experienced woman. Her toes curled in suffering and she shook her head as tears began to well up in her eyes. She was being broken... There was no doubt, if this continued, that Bubbles would destroy her body... And then she would be free to do with it as she pleased.

The thought made Agnes shudder. Though it wasn't entirely in fear. It was that shame that forced her into action... That brought her arms swinging forward to clap upon Bubbles' ears as she cried out in agony! "ENOUGH!!!"

Needless to say, but Bubbles ignored Agnes’ request to be unhanded. Couldn’t help it, really. The nun had a simply divine body, pun intended, and simply touching itt was an unrivaled pleasure. Her body moved on instinct alone, needing to feel it, needing to rub against it, needing to have this heaving, breathing beauty’s bountiful body pressed against her own. They might as well have been magnetized to each other. Primal forces. She couldn’t fight that.

She got that scream she was looking for, too, as she poured on the pressure and forced it out of Agnes’ body, making her moan as her fellow giantess let loose with the shriek. ”-are fucking awesome!” She finished the sentence and proceeded to prove it in her own way, but pressing tight and mashing her breasts hard against her foe, making them mushroom against each other, molding so perfectly it was hard to tell where one pair ended and the other began. She even began to grind their hips together, slapping her lap against Agnes’ mound so hard that she could feel the juices dripping down her leg.

A truly magical moment. So, of course, it had to come to a disappointing end, as such moments tended to. Getting blasted in the ears tended to have that effect on things.

Bubbles cried out as Agnes brought clapped skull, filling her world with pain and ringing. She dropped the woman immediately and fell to her knees, hurting as she grasped her head, shaking it, trying to get some of her equilibrium back - it wasn’t the end of the match or anything so dramatic, but it ensured she wouldn’t be mounting any offense for the next few seconds, and wasn’t of a mind to do much defending, either.

Agnes could feel Bubbles' massive breasts dominating her bare pair. The bear hug was crushing their tits together and she could feel the cruel sinners sensuous orbs asserting their superiority over hers. She wailed and shook her head as the other woman's nipples dug into hers, forcing them convex! She could feel her ribs buckling as she strained against the hold. Worse... There was something deep inside of her that relished the close contact. Something that made her buck her hips erratically against Bubbles as she thrust against her. A dark force of depravity that drove all women... Even the most pious... Temptation.

It was this that had pushed Sister Agnes to act! To clap Bubbles ears in a desperate bid for freedom... And blessedly... It worked!

Her feet touched the ground and she drew a deep gasp! Her breasts dropped and bounced as she was released and her aching nipples finally received some relief! She looked upon the kneeling Bubbles and felt only wrath! "Your compliments will not sway me!" She finally retorted to Bubbles' jab, unable to do anything but scream at the time it had been delivered. "But in that we are similar. I understand now... The only thing you respond to is force. Very well!"

Agnes, incensed, fired the downed Bubbles against the barrier that separated the women from their fans with a charge! With the woman's body against the barrier she would violently charge once more! This time however, she threw her knee violently against Bubbles skull, crashing against it and smashing it between herself and the unforgiving barrier with murderous intent.

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It had become clear to Agnes that Bubbles would outfuck her if they engaged on fair terms. She would seduce her with her tongue, spread her wide, and violate her body...

If she was going to save Bubbles Burste... First she would need to destroy her.

Hm. This escalated quickly.

One of Bubbles biggest weaknesses when it came to hentai was balance - knowing when to switch modes. Even now, after all her experience, she could still get caught off guard with it at times, and this was certainly one of them.

She’d been reeling from the hellacious blow to her skull, on her knees, all sorts of vulnerable. A follow up was coming. Of course a followup was coming. Agnes seemed to be a little off, to put it in the nicest way, but there was no way her or anyone could let an opening like this pass without taking the advantage. But, since she was still in hentai mode, and Agnes had been so gentle before, she expected to just be mounted and fucked. That she’d just try to get the orgasm out of her.

And, maybe, that was the overall plan, but the path Agnes took involved slamming Bubbles up against the nearby barricade, making her hit with enough force to move it a few inches. Stunned, she’d reached up to grab the tope of the barrier and pull herself up, a move that left her face unguarded. A mistake.

Bubbles’ world went white the moment Agnes’ knee made impact, giving her a flash knockout. When she came to a couple of seconds later, she was on her chest, on the floor, with a small pool of drool forming under her limit. Groggy and dashed, she squirmed about on the floor, her brain slowly retaking control of all the motor functions.

Sister Agnes's knee bounced off of Bubbles skull in a way that brought gasps from the crowd. Immediately, the bigger woman collapsed in a boneless heap. Bubbles Burste lay on the arena floor not far from her wife, Mariah. Both of them in similar states, laying face down in bodily fluids. The tableau made Sister Agnes look much stronger than she'd truly been. Afterall... Mariah's predicament had been the profane handiwork of her wife. She'd all but used Sister Agnes' body to dominate her lover by proxy. Mariah had choked on Agnes's plump posterior as she'd drenched her face with her first forced orgasm. The memory replayed in Agnes' head, causing her sensitive sex to swell with arousal. And motivated her to subdue her charge further.

"You two certainly deserve each other." Agnes pontificated aloud as she knelt beside Bubbles, her brain still trying to reboot. Her fingers curled about Bubbles' hair, pulling her roughly to her knees. "I wonder. How many women have you two spoiled together?" She'd pull the woman's head between her thighs. Her panties still soaked. Her swollen sex radiating heat upon the back of the woman's head. "How many innocent young girls bodies have you turned against them?" She wrapped her arms about Bubbles broad, powerful waist. She clutched her own wrists, securing her grip. "I wonder. When I'm doing it to you. Will you beg me for mercy? Or not to stop?"

The muscles in her legs flexed as she'd attempt to pull Bubbles off the floor from her position between her thighs! With a grunt she'd draw the woman onto her shoulders! Stabilizing her there with her hands pressed fully into her ass. Bubbles was a big woman... They were seldom the subjects of power moves due to the sheer feat it took to get them off the ground. And yet... If Bubbles did nothing, she would find herself suspended in the air, a devastating powerbomb impending!

And to sweeten the deal, she would find Sister Agnes face pressed tightly against her smooth inner thighs. The hot exhales of breath from her nose tickling her crotch. Her lips, though hidden by Bubbles position, worked in secret. Pressed taut against the woman's leotard and caressing her sensitive undercarriage. Her hands drew the woman's cheeks apart as they massaged and manipulated the copious flesh and pushed her deeper against the sexfighting sister's face.

"Mmmnn" She purred lewdly against her pussy. Her lips trebling and sending sweet sensations throughout Bubbles body.

That was... If she hadn't already found her way to safety!

Hm. That was a good question. How many women had Bubbles and Mariah fucked? It was honestly hard to count, especially when you threw in the odd orgy. Did the sexfights she’d lost count? And there were threesomes, and times where they’d taken breaks and switched partners…

She was sure she could remember them all, if she had the time. Make a spreadsheet, maybe. What was Agnes doing?

Bubbles had been so out of it that she only just now registered what was happening to her, as her head was being stuffed between the nun’s legs. It was almost like she was going for a powerbomb, but that couldn’t be right. It had to be a standing headscissor, or perhaps a Pedigree, or…

”Oh, fuck!” Bubbles’ eyes shot wide as she was hefted on this woman’s shoulders, her tanking body supported. This was a new one, even for someone who’d been wrestling as long as her. She knew this woman was strong, but she was showing extreme power and stamina keeping her up like this, and there was more, too.

Bubbles gasped as a curious tongue shot out between her legs, working into her folds with the kind of deft skill she’d rarely seen. She moaned, a deep lewd sound, as her cheeks were caressed, sagging at the pleasure running through. She was in a bad position, she knew it, but she couldn’t muster the energy or the will to resist. Not yet.

”Agnes…” She whispered as she leaned forward, running fingers through the nun’s hair and habit. ”More...god, more, please…”

Sister Agnes drank deeply of Bubbles Burste's flavor and scent. She closed her eyes and allowed it to wash over her. The feeling of the woman's heat against her mouth. The sensation of her fingers running through her hair and against her habit. The warmth of her bare thighs against her cheeks. Her tongue slipped from her mouth to wetly trace the outlines of the larger woman's vulva against her attire. "Mmmnn." Another series of purrs causing her tongue to vibrate sensually against her.

It wasn't lost on Agnes that Bubbles begged god for more. She had even said the woman's name like a forlorn lover. Bubbles was lost in the sensations that were coursing through her body. It almost pained Agnes to be an instrument of denial. In truth, she almost thought to keep the woman upon her shoulders. To drink, in shallow hedonism, of her honey as it seeped through her attire. But even with Agnes' great strength she knew she wouldn't be able to support Bubbles for much longer... Worse, if the woman's body did reach climax, her spasms would surely shake her free. Agnes was confident her prayers would be answered... But perhaps not in the way she wished. The lord worked in mysterious ways, after all.

And so there was only one course of action for Agnes to pursue. Further punishment. She sought to break Bubbles Burste before she delivered her defenseless body into bliss! Agnes clutched Bubbles hips, her fingers playing along the edges of her attire. A moment later she grasped that fabric! She pulled it taut, digging it into her crotch as she used it to elevate the woman off of her shoulders before driving her bodily towards the earth! The falls count anywhere stipulation meant neither woman needed to return to the ring to claim victory. And it was clear that Agnes sought to take advantage of this as she endeavored to paint the unforgiving arena floor in the hue of Bubbles Burste.

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