Nicole’s Next fight

It was quite a long time before I heard from Nicole again. I had heard from some of our few mutual friends that she did indeed get married to the older trust fund guy, and heard somewhere that she popped out a kid for him (words of the info provider, not mine). So you can imagine my surprise when I got home from work one day to find a message from her in my email. It read,” Hey you, been thinking about you lately, how are things with you?” and other inane babble, which is funny because I remember her being not much for small talk. I figured there had to be something specific she wanted, but couldn’t say much at the moment, so I wrote back like a normal friend would (“Hey, yeah everything is good, etc etc.”). For the next week we exchanged pleasantries, catching up like old friends would.

On Thursday the tone of all that changed. I arrived back home to get an email from her that read thus: “Hey lover, thanks for playing along with me, my stupid husband was reading this literally over my shoulder when I sent it, I will be in your area this weekend, wanna ‘catch up’? =)”. I sent a reply right away that I would be available and how she wanted to meet. She replied almost instantly that she would be here Friday afternoon at the train station and asked if I would pick her up. I replied equally quickly in the affirmative and after confirming the platform and train, we signed off. With the varied erotic thoughts from her last visit coursing through my head, I thought about jerking off to calm down and get some rest, but then I remembered how far we went last time and I stopped myself, settling for a cold shower instead. IN hindsight, that was probably one of my best moves that weekend.

Friday afternoon could not come fast enough, and I almost got into 3 accidents en route to the train station. But it was all worth it once I saw her get off, recognize me and light up. She came over to me and to my delight planted a full mouth kiss on my lips. I was almost instantly reduced to a puddle, as the kiss brought back all our history onto the point of those sweet lips. Peripherally I could tell that people were starting to stare but did not care until I started to need oxygen, then I had to be the one to break the kiss. Nicole mewed a bit in frustration but understood, and we packed her meager luggage in my car, where we had another intense make out session. When we finally were on the road, Nicole kept her hand on my leg, occasionally “innocently” managing to stroke my dick, maintaining it in a constant state of at least semi-arousal.

In between the teasing, I managed to catch her life story up til now. She was married, to the trust fund guy, and even had a kid. This kind of threw me, mumbling ‘congratulations’, and unsure what I was doing here with her now, until she laughed and gave my dick a full-fledged squeeze. “Oh don’t worry honey, I know what you want. And I want it too. The baby was really just to satisfy his rich relatives, and my future, so they can’t kick me out. Life with my hubby has been so boring and by rote, I need some excitement in my life Nothing was said about messing around on the side, though, as hubby has his kinks and I have mine and neither of us really connect in that way. So we have an unspoken agreement to find our individual pleasures when we can, and not let any of his relatives know. And baby, I think I found my pleasure right here…” Luckily at that point we arrived at her hotel otherwise I might have killed us both with my erratic driving.

It was a fancy hotel, 4 or 5 stars at least, so Nicole must have been set for life with her old man. She even tipped the busboy significantly, and I idly wondered at how fast she was able to acclimate to having money. All my previous thoughts were completely gone though, once she took off her expensive overcoat to reveal a sexy skin tight outfit. It looked like yoga pants and a skin tight turtleneck, although I wasn;t interested in the clothes themselves but what I could see underneath them, which thanks to the absence of undergarments worn by Nicole was every outline of all her curves, which had only gotten better with age. Then I remembered she had had a kid, and realized that now she was the archetype of the sexy MILF on the prowl, and I said as much. She laughed and blushed a bit, pleased I’m sure with the compliment coming from someone other than her dull hubby, and I barely had a chance to take a breath before she had a grip on my belt and was sliding my pants and underwear to the ground. It was all I could do to pull her hair back before her lips fastened to my cock like the sucking maw of a kraken…

When we untangled ourselves hours later, me to get up and go to the bathroom, her to have a post coital cigarette, I was amazed at how much things had changed, for the better. She had been learning so many tricks from watching porn on the internet, but had so few opportunities to utilize them that it felt like a hose becoming unkinked while turned on full force at the spigot. And that wasn’t the only thing that was spraying today, I did not know how long ago she had given birth but it obviously wasn;t that long ago because her boobs were still full of milk! I could go for hours suckling on those luscious alabaster orbs, with the added benefit of having grown a cup size bigger from the lactation. From the situation, the locale, and the physical changes to my lover, I was in erotic heaven.

As I came back naked from the bathroom, Nicole was just stubbing out her cigarette. She sat up on the bed, nude save for her golden garter belt holding up matching stockings all down her creamy thighs. She began cradling her breasts, sensitive from all the tongue action I had done and beginning to tweak her nipples hard again. She saw me watching and smiled coyly. “Like what you see, lover?” she asked facetiously as she cradled her boobs in one hand and began to work on her furry snatch in the other.

I leaned against the nearest wall to watch the show. “Oh yes, very much so, I admit it is a bit different now, but in way that only accentuate the good, not a detriment.”

She stopped kneading herself, and I began to see just the slightest hint of uncertainty in her features. “Well, I;m glad to hear you say that, because I had one other thing I wanted to take care of while I am ‘out’, so to speak…” her voice trailing off and getting soft. My ears perked up, attention rapt on her next words, as I knew what I was hoping for, but unsure if we were on the same frequency here.

“You remember my fight with that cunt Kendra…” she started, and I almost came instantly right there. Luckily I was able to control myself, but my cock gave an involuntary jerk upwards that brought it to instant readiness. Seeing my cock reflex action, so to speak, gave Nicole some of her confidence back and she continued “Well, I can see you definitely haven’t forgotten, so you will like what I propose next. That fight got me through some of the most mediocre sex I have ever experienced, but the memory is kinda starting to fade from my mind, so I think that the only way to reinvigorate it is to have another one.” At this point my cock was straining at my groin, pointing towards Nicole and glistening with pre-cum at the tip. She laughed again and slid on all fours languidly to the edge of the bed closest to me, giving me a cum-hither look. I obeyed readily, and she reached out and caressed my balls while gripping my shaft in her warm hands and continued to speak. “I have already lined up an opponent for me to fight, tomorrow night in this very suite, if you are willing to act as my second again.” My balls began their pre-orgasmic churning, letting me know my semen was in the pipe and read to go as Nicole continued. “It will be a little different this time, as she will also have a guy with her, not her husband I think, and maybe even younger than you, but he will know not to interfere while we go about our business. Oh, and here’s the kicker, she’s a bit older than me, busty and black…” I couldn’t help myself, with the stimulation I had from her hands, remembering what had happened the last time, and the mental pictures I was conjuring up from Nicole’s words, I had to shoot my load right then or I would go insane. I griped Nicole’s head and pulled her willing mouth as far down my shaft as it would go and let loose. For her part, she gripped my hips to steady herself and then proceeded to take it all down her throat, gagging only a bit at the end from the sheer volume of it.

Once she got her breath again, she smiled crookedly and said ,”Well, I can see you are not ENITRELY opposed to the idea, how about you show me your enthusiasm..” and with that she rolled onto her back, with her slit pushed up in the air by her hips, displaying her engorged clit through her dense red bush. I fairly dove at her crotch then, prompting a squeal of delight when I sucked her love nub and fingered her at the same time. As she exploded into my mouth, all I could think of what this was going to be a hell of a weekend…

Post 1

Turns out Nicole’s opponent and her beau were actually already in the building, only staying on another floor. We met them at the restaurant downstairs in a secluded corner booth for brunch to work out details. I had found out from Nicole that she had found Latonya’s ad on a tiny corner of the internet and she had emailed her out of eroticism at the kind of fight Latonya had said she was open towards, namely a black vs. white fight rough and tumble style, and a healthy bit of skepticism that it would ever be answered. When it had, the next hurdle was to find a way for the two ladies’ conflicting schedules to meet, and this meeting was the culmination of the 2 ladies efforts.

Latonya was pretty much everything Nicole had said she was, a thick, older (late thirties) black lady with tits to just about rival Nicole’s newly enhanced lactating hooters at 42F. Her body type reminded me of the older catfighter Ebony Ayes from back in her heyday, and she was still producing milk as well for a toddler she said she had back home. While very well educated, Latonya could sound sassy and ignorant when she wanted to, which for this fight was almost a given. Jamal was her companion and looked to be my age or younger. I wanted to compare some things with him later on, in the hope that I wasn’t the only one who noticed them around fighting females.

After a civilized precursor, at the end of the meal we got down to the business at hand. “Alright bitch, now I want a good hard battle, and y’all said you was down to give it to me, you still up fo dat?” Latonya asked, slipping into her role that she was about to play for the fight.

“Sista, I am down to give you all you can handle and then some, how you want it?” Nicole purred, launching into her own ‘white trash’ accent.

“Well, it’s been so long since I got a good scrap that I don’t wanna be limited in my tastes, so let’s do something a bit different, break it up and make it interesting, you in?” Latonya asked, reaching across under the table and massaging my balls with her bare toes through my jeans. Not to be outdone, Nicole must have done the same with Jamal’s genitals, judging by the sudden intake of breath from him.

“Hmm that does sound interesting, what did you have in mind?” she asked as she continued to stroke Jamal with her foot. Latonya upped her game as well, giving my balls light pinches with her foot that spoke volumes for her control.

“Oh I have a few ideas, but I imagine you have some as well, along with our male friends here, isn’t that right, boys?” At the last word, she gave my scrotum a jerk, which elicited a muffled response from me and my trapped balls. Nicole looked perturbed, as she never really gave too much thought to what kind of fight she wanted to have, just that she wanted one. The older wildcat kind of had the upper hand here, and in terms of influencing the male minds or at least lower ‘heads’ here, it sounded like she was winning that too. So she did the only thing she could for the moment, she agreed, with a twist.

“Alright, how about we retire to think up some ideas as teams, and maybe even some ‘creative’ consequences as well, as I know you are itching to have something good inflicted on you, bitch”. On that last expletive, it sounded like she gave Jamal’s balls a quick jerk, judging by the intake of breath. Latonya gave one last flick of my now-hard cock with her foot before it too retreated.

“Sounds good, you lily white cunt, make up some ideas and punishments and then we’ll have ourselves a lottery, fight it out, and have you licking my slit, among other things, by dinnertime. Let’s go Jamal,” she said as she and her boy toy left, Jamal trying in vain to hide his erect cock as they walked out. Nicole and I left shortly after them, with me having to conceal my still hard dick as well, and when we got to the room practically tore each other’s clothes off. After 10 minutes of whirlwind sex, we retired to the dinner nook, clad in only random garments, to hammer out some ideas for both the competition aspect and the consequences aspect. The competition aspect was a bit hard to handle, as nothing had really been prepared in advance unlike last time, and we were therefore somewhat limited in what we could do to each other. That is, until we looked online and noticed a sporting goods store less than 2 blocks away. With our partial list in hand, we went and picked out some equipment that looked to suit our general needs and some for the more specific aspects of our imagined contests. While we were there, Nicole texted Latonya to meet at our room at 3:30 for the contests, to try and keep the momentum in her court. Latonya replied in the affirmative, with numerous insults accompanying.

With our purchases made, we got back to the room and finished up making our list, then cutting it up so each was on its own slip of paper. We did the same with Nicole’s list of consequences, although they were much shorter considering the lack of adult toys available to us now. Thank god for expensive, discreet room service at fancy hotels, as the place was virtually spotless from our earlier romps, save for some personal items which we put away ourselves. Then Nicole went to have a shower and clean up herself a bit while I watched some TV and waited, although I was so tense I didn’t really pay much attention to it.

At 3:30 exactly, there was a knock on the door, and I hurried to answer it. As soon as I turned the handle, Latonya and Jamal burst in, Latonya wearing only a dark robe and heels and Jamal carrying a bag. “Quick, get us in here, the security guard saw us and might think I’m up to no good flashing people!” she hissed. We all immediately got quiet, until Nicole came stomping out in a white robe, asking what was going on. The look on her face when all 3 of us shushed her took a lot of tension out of the room, and made for a funny atmosphere while I filled her in on it, and luckily she took it well and kept quiet.

We kept virtually silent for 10 mins after that, then started to move around and get ready, the girls making for opposite rooms while me and Jamal concentrated on clearing space in the center room. Then, when the room was empty save for 2 small couches at opposite ends of the room, we called the girls into the dining room, where me and Nicole explained how we thought we could make Latonya’s ‘lottery’ comment into reality, by putting all the slips with contest names on them into a big bowl and having someone choose one blindly. She and Jamal both agreed that would be one of the only fair ways to do this, and quickly cut up their list as well. We found a goldfish-like bowl that was decorating a room and put all the entries in there. Then it was time to get this party started.

Standing there, with Nicole and Latonya staring daggers at each other and us guys who just couldn’t wait for this to start, was intense, you could have cut the eroticism with a knife. I nervously tried to break the stalemate by saying we should each be able to see what the other has got now, meaning it was time to get down to it, to disrobe and have their bodies examined by the harshest critique a woman has, another woman. Latonya smiled at me and said why don’t we have each other’s man ‘unwrap’ the other woman, as it would be like Christmas morning for them. Nicole, a bit perturbed, nonetheless agreed, and I was able to step forward to get my first glimpse of most of this chocolate skinned beauty.

And boy, did I get more than a glimpse of her, because underneath her robe Latonya was for all intents and purposes naked. Oh sure, she was wearing some white thigh high stockings that went well with the red stiletto heels she was wearing, but apart from that and some artfully applied makeup that made her eyes almond shaped and kept her hair up in an elaborate braid, there wasn;t a stitch of clothing on her as I removed her robe. The body that she displayed underneath was astounding as well, especially for an older woman. Thick and juicy while not too fat in any one place, she boasted large tits with hard tipped, licorice black nipples and a good thatch of unruly pubic hair that was a decent match for Nicole’s own firecrotch. She really reminded me in more ways than one of the classic Ebony Ayes catfight portrait, except here and now with me.

Nicole was dressed to kill in similar fashion, albeit different colors. Her white robe dropped off to reveal fire engine-red fishnet stockings with back pumps on. Her red hair was pulled back into double French braids, similar to those of female pro boxers during a fight, and her “smoky eye” makeup was a bit more pronounced than Latonya’s due to her lighter color. Her body also was thick without being too fat, testament to the rigors of childbirth that she had gone through, and her lactation enhanced boobs were large on her chest, topped by her prominent pink eraser nipples. Her expression was serious, and I was reminded of a cross between a red-haired, boxing Danni Ashe and a slightly skinnier, whiter Blake Mitchell.

Being intimately acquainted with Nicole’s body, I detected a slight, pungent scent with her nudity revealed. I recognized it thru experience as arousal, and looking down at her labia, I saw a slight glistening twinkling at the edges in the soft lighting. Looking over at Latonya again, I looked down and could just see an obsidian sparkle on her pussy lips hanging below her bush as well. Wow, these bitches really can’t wait to fight, I thought to myself. Latonya saw me checking out each combatant, smiled and adopted a bitchy, come-hither stance that played out well across her dark skin. “Well biotch, are we gonna stand here all night or do this?” she asked mockingly.

Nicole just smiled back. “Oh we are gonna do this, cunt, but first, let’s get these boys’ cocks a little more riled up than they already are…” And with that, she strode confidently over to the older woman, reached up with her hand and pulled her dark lips to hers, planting a full french kiss liplock. Latonya, surprised at first, got into the swing of it, reached up and began kissing back with equal intensity. I just stood there, shocked at first then overcome with pain, yes that;s right, pain as the hardness in my cock took on a life of its own and made the space in my pants extremely tight. As I shot a glance over at Jamal, I could see that he had also never seen anything as hot as this sight of 2 interracial exotic beauties entwined and making out for our benefit before preparing to go at it hammer and tongs.

After making out for what seemed like an eternity, along with accompanying caressing and tongue dueling, they finally broke the kiss, chests heaving and almost touching. Latonya spoke first. “Bitch, I am going to enjoy breaking you and making you my slave tonight,” she whispered huskily.

“Not a chance cunt, you will worship me before this night is through,” Nicole breathed back. Seeing the girls were still occupied with each other, I brought the fish bowl with the contest slips over into their line of sight and motioned Jamal over to me. They both saw the movement and followed the play with their eyes until we had their full attention right in front of them. I held the bowl and with unspoken gesture asked if it was alright to have Jamal pick a contest for them. They both nodded, and Jamal, smiling, closed his eyes and reached in to pick one. After a few seconds of twirling his hand around in it, her finally snagged one and brought it out. Unfurling it, he read it out loud,”Belly punch contest”.

Post 2

Both women look wary at the announcement, as in the last year or two they had to have undergone childbirth, which puts a tremendous strain on the abdominal muscles that never really get their elasticity back without some damn good surgery or boot camp level training, and I could tell neither woman had had that. But they were still fighters, and were here to fight, so they put on their best game faces and accepted it. “Agreed,” said Latonya, taking the initiative, “standing contest, first one to go down loses, unlimited rounds until someone loses,”

“Agreed,” Nicole replied without hesitation, trying to get some of the momentum back “We will use hand wraps over bare skin.” The boxing hand wraps, a white and a black pair, were one of the items we managed to pick up from the sporting goods store.

“Oooooh, kinky bitch, I accept, let’s get in there and settle this then,” Latonya said, breaking their embrace and grabbing Jamal’s hand to stride out to the living room. Nicole went out as well as I went to get the wraps from our goodie bag. When I got to the living room, Jamal and Latonya were talking softly, discussing strategy, at on couch and Nicole was waiting for me at the other. I tossed Jamal the white pair while I unraveled the black wraps and began to wrap Nicole’s hands in them. The secret of a good wrap is to wrap it loose enough to not cut off circulation but tight enough to not fall off. Once you flex it becomes a rock hard cloth covered weapon that can help save your hands. As I finished with Nicole, I looked up into her eyes, which were jumpy with fear or excitement, I couldn’t tell which.

“Aim low, if you can,” I whispered. Nicole nodded once and then Latonya was striding out to the center of the room and it was time to do this. Latonya got there first and adopted her bitchy hands on hips attitude.

“Now bitch, here is where I start taking you down a peg. Overall, for tonight’s contests, best of however many rounds we decide to go?” she asked mockingly. Nicole sneered back at her and merely nodded once. “Alright then bitch, let’s get this on, who’s throwing first?” As if on cue all three looked at me, luckily I had this covered and produced a quarter from my pocket.

“Call it,” I said to Jamal. He chose heads. I flipped it, it came up tails. Nicole was up first. Now she was confident, and flashed a fierce, predatory grin at me, then turned to get ready. Latonya paled a bit, as I guess she expected to try and provoke some sort of machismo contest to get Nicole to take the first one and keep the momentum in her court, but she still gamely got ready, stiffening her legs and drawing up her chest to make sure Nicole didn’t punch her boobs on the way in. When it looked like she was ready, Nicole looked at her questioningly. Latonya, still a little pale, nodded once, and then Nicole stepped in and threw.

Nicole aimed her first punch low, just like I told her, a little above what would be Latonya’s bikini line, high enough that it woudln;t hit her pubic bone and still counted but low enough that it hit under most of the commonly worked abdominal muscles, and therefore where Latonya would have the least protection. Latonya let out a large,”Whoof!” and staggered, clutching her belly and nearly falling. I could see that Nicole had taken a lot of the wind out of her sails with that punch, and was proud of her. Nicole looked pleased with her efforts, and when Latonya finally stopped clutching her belly and stood up to take her shot, there was a look of deep pain in her features. Yep, Nicole had really scored with that one.

Not that Latonya was out as of just yet. She still managed to step and punch Nicole in her curvy white belly, but it was not as definitive as Nicole’s opening salvo, as Nicole merely clutched her stomach for a few seconds before getting up and getting ready to return the favor. I could read in Latonya’s eyes that it was not what she expected at all, and in that moment I could see that Nicole was set to win, at least this contest. Latonya, however, was enough of a warrior that was stubborn enough not to give up until she was made to, and it was another 10 rounds of back and forth give and take before she finally hit her knees after a shot from Nicole and stayed there, moaning. Jamal leapt to his wounded Amazon while mine strode back confidently to our side of the ring, regaining some of the swagger I remembered from her fight with Kendra.

True, she was not entirely unmarked, as her belly was a furious red where the punches landed, and a light violet where I knew there would be bruises the next few days. Her face was flushed with the exertion, and a thin sheen of sweat was visible especially framing her chest. She sat down on the couch next to me then leaned forward to kiss me, and I could feel her hard nips touch my chest. Of course, in such an erotic fight situation it would turn her on, me as well, and we sat there making out while Jamal helped Latonya recover.

It was at least 5 minutes before Latonya had the strength to get up and stagger to the couch, and once there her face was still drawn into a mask of pain. She gulped down some water, and had Jamal pour a bit over her head. She had the look of one who had just been revived from some sort of vicious battle, which in a way she did, and I hated to point it out but she wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. After 10 more minutes of recovery, Nicole and I had finished trying to eat each other;s face and she grew tired of waiting, so she got up and went to the kitchen to get the bowl full of contest slip and brought it back to our couch. She then strutted over to Latonya and Jamal’s couch and began to preen herself in front of them, flaunting her shining alabaster skin covered form for Jamal’s benefit and Latonya’s anger. “Well, slut? Are you ready to put up or shut up now? Or am I going to get to take my pleasure with your man here?” she asked sardonically.

Seeing Jamal’s gaze transfixed on Nicole’s luscious tits and feeling his cock hardening in his pants as Nicole threw down her gauntlet was what probably kept Latonya going at that point. “Go ahead and pick, bitch, I can’t wait to hurt you…” she panted, still out of breath. Nicole motioned for me to go ahead and pick one. I obliged, reaching in and pulling one out at random. I opened it up and read it,”Milking contest, rules TBD”.

Nicole looked a bit perturbed and bewildered as she heard the type announced. It wasn;t one of our picks, so we really had no idea what it meant. Jamal’s head perked up though, and Latonya gave an evil grin as she staggered out to the middle of the room. “It’s simple bitch, we milk each other, until one of us, the loser, runs dry”. Now Nicole really did blanch a bit, as even with her bust enhanced up to DD by her lactating glands, Latonya still had her beat in the tits department with an F cup that Nicole could barely fit her hand around. More capacity plus harder to squeeze, Nicole wasn;t starting out this contest with an advantage at all, and a lot of the confidence she gained from the belly punching contest started to waver. Latonya seized upon this and taunted “What’s the matter bitch? Scared to step up against someone better than you?”

That did it, and Nicole’s face hardened as she mentally girded herself for battle. “Bring it on cunt, but just so you don’t try and claw off my nipples, we’re using gloves”. The gloves in question were slick thin leather female weightlifting gloves that we found at the sporting goods store. They completely encased the hand and fingertips, while being supple enough that flexing and wearing them was not a chore, nor would it detract from either woman;s ability to grip her opponent’s breast. Latonya, a bit unsure when she first heard the stipulation, now that she had her gloves on was delighted with the way they felt.

“Oooh, I like these bitch, means I won’t even break a nail while I’m putting your tits down for the count!” Nicole slipped on hers, and the amazons walked back out to the living room. There they stood, nakedly facing each other, hands down at their sides, until by mutual consent they raised their hands simultaneously and gripped their enemy’s tits as well as they were positioned to. The first couple of minutes were spent jockeying for optimal position for oneself, and the worst for the other woman. Eventually, their stances reminded me of a boxer’s, leading forwards with one leg, bent slightly, while keeping the other leg back and more flexed. Only instead of fists up to protect, it was arms forward, mauling and inflicting as much pain on the other woman;s tits as possible.

Post 3

By about the 5 minute mark, their faces red and pained with effort, the rest of their bodies dripping sweat, the first drop of milk fell. It was from Nicole’s left tit, and as she saw it drop, I could tell that she was internally stricken that hers was the first to flow, a bad sign. Latonya saw it too, and led in with taunting. “See, told you your cow udders wouldn’t be able to stand up to me bitch, just give up and let Auntie ‘Tawny’s fingers do their work.” For the next 10 minutes, they did, kneading and squeezing that fair titflesh until at times I thought it would burst. Latonya really knew how to milk a rival’s tits, I had to give her that, and Nicole was paying the price. She did get Latonya’s dark nipples to start leaking, but that was only about 5 minutes after hers had already started to flow, and I was worried that she wouldn’t be able to catch up.

Around 15 minutes after the contest started, the steady drip of milk from Nicole’s tits seemed like it began to get a little slower, from my perspective. Whereas up to then, it had been flowing down at a steady 4-5 drips a second, now it was down to 2-3. Nicole began to realize it now, and something must have showed in her eyes, as Latonya began to grin evilly, never letting up on the rhythm of her fingers. At around 20 minutes, when it seemed that the milk was all but gone from Nicole’s tits onto the ever growing puddle on the living room carpet, Latonya came up with a surprising offer. “Hey biotch, how about a 5 minute break?” she asked out of the blue.

Nicole grunted in astonishment. “Wassamatter cunt, afraid I’m gonna beat you?” she taunted, although it was painfully obvious to just about everyone that was most definitely not the case. Latonya shook her head, wryly acknowledging Nicole’s spirt, if nothing more.

“Not at all bitch, but my hands are getting a bit tired, and I;m starting to get a bit dehydrated here, and I want to be at my best when I completely whoop you ass,” she replied. She was learning from her previous loss that it was better to win utterly than to end tired and drained at the end was was even now trying to position herself to be able to pace herself to the next event. Nicole was almost worn out, and milked out, so she had to agree. The two curvy beauties simultaneously released their grips on each other’s tits, and stalked over to their couches.

Nicole nearly collapsed when she reached hers, and I brought out a cold cloth to help with the swelling her boobs were enduring in their punishment. She still winced even as I gently applied it, and while feeling her swollen tits, I concluded they had to have swelled at least a half cup in size from Latonya’s kneading. Looking over at Latonya laughing and talking with Jamal, I could see that while her tits were swollen as well, she wasn;t in as much discomfort as Nicole must have been. Seeing me staring, she smiled at me and shook her chest in my direction, showing how non-discomforted she was, as Nicole couldn’t do that now without wincing. Nicole, seeing my return smile, got pissed and asked me to go over and make a rule change offer. When I heard it I was skeptical, as it just seemed to be an invitation to more punishment, but Nicole was just about past the point of caring anymore, and she insisted, so I went over to make the stipulation to them. When Latonya heard it, for the briefest second I would see doubt in her eyes, doubt that she could win with the stipulation in place. Then her mask of arrogance and bravado clicked into place and she was again the feminine warrior set to do battle.

“Hahaha, what’s the matter bitch, want to switch up the contest parameters because you are losing? Alright, I’m game, let’s change the game a bit, no scratching or claws still but any area of the breast is fair game for milking, nipples included,” With that, Latonya stood up and strode to the center of the room, cutting short the break and forcing Nicole to accept the challenge or lose face. A bit unsteadily, Nicole made it to the center of the room and bared her chest to her enemy, signaling her readiness. Again, the girls put their girls up against the other woman’s chest, only this time I believe it was a bit hesitant, as they knew it would be bad once started. Then the moment passes, and each was trying to milk the other for all they were worth.

Latonya was still doing her slow and steady milking of Nicole, still generating a steady 2-3 drips a second from the redheads nipples, but Nicole was no longer being just passive. She was really mashing her hands and fingers into Latonya’s tits now, alternatively lifting them up and dropping them down, smiling when milk began to squirt out upon reaching the lowest point. When Latonya started wincing and moved her elbows in to try and block Nicole from dropping her dangling tits from so high, Nicole tried a different attack vector. She went after Latonya’s coal black nipples, latching on with her finger and kneading the sensitive flesh roughly. “Oh you bitch!” Latonya cried, and Nicole smiled grimly, inflicting as much pain and milking the black lady’s teats for all they were worth. Strangely enough, even though Latonya was gritting her teeth to get though the pain, she wasn’t retaliating the same way on Nicole’s pink nubs, just kept milking away like she had been doing. Nicole was now grinning evilly and twisting as much as possible, just to try and inflict pain on the black lady. For another 5 minutes this went, with Nicole more and more brutally manipulating Latonya;s titflesh, and Latonya steadily milking Nicole’s tit, until the signal to stop came from an unexpected source.

“Hey, da white girl’s dry, she’s dry!” Jamal called from their couch. The other 3 pairs of eyes in the room turned to look down at Nicole’s chest, which was now a furious red from Latonya’s manipulations. It was true, there was no milky fluid running down from Latonya’s fingers to grace the carpet anymore, the flow had stopped. There was still milk flowing from Nicole’s fingers on Latonya’s nipples, and that is what plainly decided the contest right there. Latonya broke into a smile, bordered on exhaustion as she realized she was the winner of this bout. Nicole just looked pissed as she gazed down at her tits, things that had brought her so much in her life but had udderly failed her in this specific instance.

Simultaneously the weary women let their hands drop down to their sides and stood there for a second, gazing at the damage each had inflicted on their rivals. Nicole’s were probably a DDD cup size as they had swollen enormously thanks to Latonya’s manipulations, they still stood proud on Nicole’s chest, but were a furious red in color and some grayish-purpling could be seen in some areas underneath, denoting what would be painful bruising tomorrow. Latonya’s boobs sat rightly proud on her chest and were a bit swollen as well, though because of the skin contrast it was hard to see any discoloration. The most obvious difference was in her nipples, which were swollen puffy to at least twice their normal size, as if bragging that Nicole’s twisting had only made them stronger, and the drops of milk that still hung enticingly from the underside of her magnificent ebony mammeries. From these sights and Nicole’s hateful glare at her rival with accompanying aggressive leaning forward posture, as if she had a chip on her shoulder (which she very well now did), and Latonya’s easy smile and more relaxed, confident attitude, as if she was totally confident in her place in the universe over this busty redhead, it was obvious to anyone just coming into the room now who won.

They stood there, staring at each other in silence for several seconds, until Nicole broke the tension and throatily whispered,”Alright bitch, enough with the preliminaries, let’s get a contest where I can beat you hard,” sashaying her hips forward to stand directly in front of her rival, the tips of their nipples separated by less than 2 inches.

Latonya smiled her indulgent smile, as if she was the queen of the universe and Nicole was lucky enough that she deigned to attract her notice, and stepped forward slightly to meet Nicole’s pink nubs. The first contact between their two dueling breasts brought a sharp intake from both women, possibly greater from Latonya as her nipples had taken more damage in the previous battle, but she smiled through the pain. As each woman subtly ground her nipples back and forth in small circles against each other’s chest, she throatily whispered back “Anyway you want it babe, let’s see what fate brings now” and almost as one both females turned their heads towards the bowl with the challenges in it which I was now going to get. Presenting it to Jamal to take a slip, the girls and I waited with baited breath as he pulled one out an announced the next contest. “Rules catfight”.

The tension in the room both simultaneously decreased and ratcheted up higher with Jamal’s reading. Relief that it wasn’t another tit challenge or something worse played across both woman’s faces, while the implications of what exactly they were in for came to the forefront. The woman’s eyes shifted back to each other and gazed back in quiet questioning. Nicole again broke the silence first and asked “Rules?”

Latonya thought for a minute and answered “No closed fist punches to the face or head, no scratching above the neck, hair pulling allowed, no small joint manipulations, no eye gouging, all else legal,” Nicole though for a minute, weighing the cons and pros of Latonya’s stipulations, then answered “Agreed, no rounds, no limits, go til exhaustion, first person to quit or go unconscious loses.”

With that settled, both women separated, tits ballooning back to natural state after being squashed up against her rival, and walked back to their couch, their full asses jiggling a bit as they walked, as if quivering in anticipation for the conflict that awaited. When Nicole got there, she sat down on the couch and methodically began to take off the gloves she had on for the tit mauling/milking. I got a bottle of water and she gratefully downed most of it. She checked her fingers, grimacing as she noticed how short her nails were as she would not be able to claw Latonya that easily with them, then sighing she turned to me, and in a move that surprised me, pulled my head closer and kissed me full on the mouth. As I returned the kiss and then broke it, panting a bit from the intensity and wondering what caused this sensual surge in her, Nicole whispered in my ear “There is an open jar of Vaseline behind the couch, dip your hand in it and then start rubbing my pussy with it”. I broke into a smile, and kissed her again, dropping my free hand behind the couch into the jar then as subtly as possible I dropped the coated hand down to her crotch and began to massage circles around her clit with it, trying to maximize the area in contact with my hand and her cunt. I was able to coat most of her bush with it, slicking down the prodigious, well-maintained mane of red hair over her pleasure tunnel so Latonya wouldn’t have an easy time grabbing onto her short hairs, and worked it all over Nicole’s labia to decrease the possibility of a good grip there as well. As I worked the lube over her clit, Nicole sighed in pleasure, indicating how turned on she was. I increased my stroke, and flicked her stiff clit hard, and Nicole’s tiny squeaks of pleasure increased until she exploded in a potent orgasm on my fingers, the fastest she had ever cum by my, well, anything, before. Her eyes fluttered open, and this time I couldn’t see any post-orgasmic bliss in them, only a desire to go out and win. “Thanks lover,” she whispered, and drew me in for another round of kissing before somewhat reluctantly getting up and moving to the center of the room.

Once she saw Nicole moving, Latonya stopped whispering with Jamal and also somewhat reluctantly got up from her couch as well, and moved forward to meet her rival. They stopped within arm’s reach of each other and just stared for several seconds before it was Latonya this time who said “Ready?”, and when Nicole merely nodded once, she whispered clearly enough to be heard by the men as well “Go,”

On the echo of that word, Nicole’s hand lashed out like a whip and cracked her rival full across the face. Latonya’s head flopped over on her opposite shoulder, a bit stunned from the slap, then she brought her head back to center. Her lip was bleeding a bit, and she reached up to touch it tenderly. Seeing that she was bleeding, she cracked out her own hand and hit Nicole squarely across the mouth. Nicole’s braids flailed to the side as their owner’s face was pummeled. Turning back to center, her lips and cheeks red and puffing, but not bloody, Nicole instead cracked a smile and dropped into a fighting crouch, knees bent, hands low and waiting to pounce. Latonya did the same, crouching and circling her rival like a stalking jungle she-cat. Their feet kind of clunked in the heels they were both still wearing, although I expected them to shed those almost as soon as the fight went to the ground. Jamal was sitting like I was, almost at the edge of my seat for the forthcoming clash.

We didn’t have long to wait, they circled about one and a half times before they flew at each other. Nicole tried a low tackle while it looked like Latonya decided to go for the redhead’s braids. Neither obtained their objective, as Nicole’s shoulder hit Latonya right in the solar plexus, and one of Latonya;s knees caught Nicole’s injured breasts as she came in, pain rendering both girls as heaps of uncoordinated mass bent on a vector, which just so happened to be at each other. They fell in a tangle of limbs and hair, each trying to do their upmost to somehow hurt their enemy in their own weakened state. Latonya managed to get a few fingerholds of Nicole’s red mane, cruelly twisting her opponent’s neck, which Nicole managed to hook a few punches into Latonya’s still sore stomach, causing her to cry out with each impact. Eventually, Nicole’s punches began to take their toll on Latonya, and she let go of Nicole;s hair to sobbingly clutch her aching belly. In a flash, Nicole tried to sit up and get into a schoolgirl mount position to continue to rain blows on a weakened Latonya. She managed to sit up and land 2 blows, one with either hand, on a lying Latonya, then while attempting another salvo Latonya was able to reach up with both claws and latch onto Nicole’s reddened tits. Now it was Nicole’s turn to sob as the black woman started to claw the redhead’s reddened tits, making lines of visible marks and even drawing a bit of blood from the redhead, near the areola of the nipple. After two passes, Nicole cryingly slumped off to the side of the black woman, to try and get the razor sharp nails of her foe away from her tits. There the woman both lay sprawled, sobbed and waited for a minute, to try and recoup a bit.

I yelled at Nicole to get up and get that bitch. Jamal was yelling to Latonya to finish off that white cunt. Slowly, shakily, they both got to a crawling position on their hands and knees, trying to shake out the cobwebs and pain, then turned towards each other, intent on starting the conflict again. Latonya again went high, rising up on her knees and aiming another slap at Nicole’s face, catching the redhead above the eye. Nicole meanwhile moved in, close in this time, to try and keep her arms near to fend off any advances Latonya made for her tits while trying to inflict a bit of damage of her own. The next attack she went for, while Latonya was still a bit off kilter up in the air, was low again, only this time she went for Latonya’s bush. Latonya screamed when Nicole managed to get a hold of her thick meaty pussy lips and pulled down for a second until the flesh slipped out of her hands, probably due to the sweat and bodily fluids the black woman’s body was producing. Sobbing even more, Latonya aimed a punch at Nicole’s chest that impacted cleanly, to try and push the redhead away from her snatch. Nicole sunk back down holding her injured boob while Latonya took a quick assessment of her pussy. Seeing that there was no blood, she turned her attention back to her opponent and an ugly look came over her face.

“You fucking worthless whore cunt!” she shrieked as she jumped high onto Nicole, her momentum and position crashing them both back to the ground, this time with Latonya in a top position. She rained a dozen slaps down on Nicole’s head, with Nicole only managing to block about half of them. She started to sink a few hammerfists down on Nicole’s exposed breasts, and for a second I thought about stopping the fight otherwise Nicole could be seriously injured. Then, whether planned or out of instinct, Nicole did a crunch up as Latonya was pulling back for another swing, and with both hands latched onto the black woman’s tits, and in the next motion, leaned back again and pulled with all her might. Latonya’s cry of surprise turned into more shrieks of pain as Nicole manhandled her tits to the limit, stretching them out and then twisting then at the same time to add injury. Latonya initially had her weight back, as she didn’t want to give up her position, but with Nicole pulling her tits forward, she was getting pulled forward as well, until deciding to go with it, she flung herself up over the top of Nicole’s prostrate form, landing with her belly right over Nicole’s face and surprising everyone along taking the pressure off her mauled titties momentarily.

Nicole was quick to recover though, and scooted down underneath Latonya’s ass while still maintaining grip on her foe’s tits and trying to apply further pressure. Latonya screamed again, although not as loudly this time as the while girl’s mauling was nowhere near as painful in this position, but still a problem. It was an awkward position for both of them, Latonya face down on the carpet and getting mauled from below, and Nicole trying to keep a grip while trying to get out from under her ass. Reminded me of a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu match, only this time the combatants weren;t wearing a gi. I knew this couldn’t go on forever, as both women were in no shape to hold this deadlock for long. Sure enough, it was Nicole who tried to break the tie first, by letting go of one of Latonya’s breasts and trying to maul her exposed pussy again, as it was conveniently right near her face. Latonya yelled at the intrusion to her womanhood again, and out of reflex snapped her legs closed, inadvertently trapping Nicole’s head inbetween.

I was stunned, as it looked like a very good tactical move on Latonya’s part, as it neutralized Nicole’s arms and placed Nicole’s neck in position to be threatened by the strongest part of Latonya’s anatomy, her leg muscles. I yelled at Nicole to get out of there and Jamal, seeing the predicament, yelled at Latonya to keep her there. Latonya, seeing how she had caught up her foe, smiled and with her hands grasped the arm that was mauling her tit and overpowering the grip, pulled Nicole’s arm up until Nicole was well and truly trapped trapped between her thighs. I yelled at Nicole to do something, and she did try to use her free hands that had been mauling the other woman;s pussy to try and break the leglock, but it was of little use with the muscles locked. She couldn’t even claw the heavy lipped pussy inches from her face as those same muscles closed up access to it. I was starting to become very worried for my fighter as Latonya started laughing, already praising her eventual victory and telling Jamal to get her toys ready, cuz she was ready to use them.

In need of a change, Nicole desperately did something I had only seen in wrestling videos, she used her free arm to protect her head and neck and keep her airway a bit open, then using a dexterity I had not seen except in extreme sexual circumstances, she used her lower body like a gymnast and leveraging off her shoulder, she contorted and flipped her lower body over Latonya’s legs onto the other woman;s back and before Latonya could react, managed to get the other woman in an upside down figure 4 leg lock around her neck. This was not without consequences for Nicole, as now her head was facing to the ground and her trapped lower arm was not as much of an asset and was actually taking up breathing space needed for her neck and head, and Nicole didn’t have the limb strength to force any more room from the black woman’s thighs. It was a bad position, and yet I was amazed that Nicole had pulled it off, and from the scissorlock of Latonya’s legs as well.

Latonya was totally caught off guard by the white girl’s legs slithering up and around her neck until it was too late. Like I said, Nicole had caught her opponent just perfectly, as there is a right way and a wrong way to do a chokeout hold. The wrong way is to crush the windpipe, the trachea, and should only be used in most dire circumstances as you can kill a person by accident. The right way to choke someone out is to compress the carotid arteries on either side of the neck while leaving the windpipe clear so the person can still breathe, but will become unconscious due to the decreased bloodflow to the brain, which can be easily reversed by merely letting go of the lock at any time. Nicole had gotten her lock so that Latonya’s windpipe was protected by the bend of her knee, by which I mean her kneecap was directly in front and over Latonya;s Adam’s apple, so when Nicole put pressure on the lock she would be pushing down on the sides of Latonya;s neck, on the carotids arteries, rather than crushing her windpipe. First I, then Jamal and I together, checked the accuracy of the hold as it went on, as if there was any chance of it being deadly, we would have broken the hold and damn the consequences from the women. No amount of pleading, yelling or screaming on their part would have convinced us it would be worth it to inadvertently be an accessory to manslaughter charges.

When we were satisfied that Latonya was not going to have trouble breathing, we both sat back and decided to wait it out, to see who did what first. While Nicole had been in the scissorlock longer, she also had her arm in there somewhat, giving her a bit more wiggle room. But approaching 5 minutes in, that was starting to take a toll. Latonya on the other hand was well and truly trapped. Nicole’s figure 4 was snug and in, and no amount of pushing was going to move it, not with Latonya’s arms. And I could tell that Nicole’s lock was starting to have just as much effect on Latonya as hers was on Nicole, and the women were already exhausted from their previous battle. It became apparent that this was the final spring before the finish, this rules catfight was going to have a pro-wrestling ending.

It was comparatively short time before I checked again. Although there was no outward change or sign from the two combatants, Nicole in the awkward position she was in and Latonya with her eyes shut and face in a rictus. After 5 minutes, I went up to the entwined grapplers and asked if either of them quit. Hearing no answer, I made the decision to break them apart and see who was still awake. With Jamal’s help, I was able to break them up, with difficulty. Luckily we were males having to break up females, as if it had been reversed, the grip those two had on each other would have been too much.

Pulling them into a recovery position once we got their locked limbs untangled, we lay them side by side. They both were not responsive. I could see that their mutual headlock must have resulted in them becoming unconscious at the same time. Jamal was the first to speak of the situation. “Looks like a double knock-out, man”. His next words echoed my exact thoughts,”What do we do now?” My train of thought went like this: This fight had resulted in a double KO, therefore there were no winners, only losers. And the women had already set plans in motion for what was to happen to the losers. I explained it to Jamal, as I figured he would understand how we could not allow them to keep going, as Nicole had only a few hours left in her window of freedom, and I didn’t want to spend it waiting with her in an ER. Once he reasoned it out, Jamal smiled and said he felt sure Latonya didn’t want that either, and if she was pissed, well then so be it. As he went to go get the necessary toys from Latonya’s bag, I got the list of post-fight consequences the women had drawn up ready, to exchange them with the contests already in the bowl.

Once we had everything all ready, Jamal and I went about waking up the women. I was washing a wet cloth over Nicole’s brow when her eyes fluttered open. She blinked as I came into focus,”Hey handsome,” she croaked. Then she tried to move her arms, and she realized she was restrained with her hands behind her back. As her mind went from confusion to realization, her face fell. “Guess I lost,” she said glumly. I smiled, shook my head, and moved out of her line of sight. There was Jamal still waking up Latonya, who was restrained in a similar fashion. Now Nicole was back to being confused, as if Latonya hadn’t beaten her, then who won?

I smiled down at Nicole as Latonya let us all know she was back in the land of the conscious with a string of expletives. As she came to realize her predicament, I nodded to Jamal to go in the kitchen and retrieve the bowl full of loser’s consequences. As Latonya began to become more focused, her questions became more specific as well. “Alright, looks like that bitch beat me, well where is she?” Latonya asked.

“Over here, cunt,” Nicole said in a mild tone. Latonya jerked herself around until she could see that Nicole was tied up as well as her, and her eyes widened. As if in response to an unanswered question, Nicole jerked her head up to me again and said,” I believe we were just about to figure out what was going on here…”

Taking over from there, I cleared my throat and looked down at the two bound women. “That’s right, the truth of the matter is that it was a double KO, in other words, there is no winner, only two losers.” I let those words sink in for just a moment before going on. “We all know here that there is no way either of you could have another battle without going to the ER, and I don’t particularly want to do that, especially having to explain how you both got these injuries.” I could see it in the women’s faces, Nicole not wanting to squander her window of opportunity and Latonya clearly not wanting to have to explain how she had signs of assault and battery on her body. And now to the heart of the matter, the delicate part here, as reluctance from either woman would kill this right here. “And since you both lost, well that means you both get to face the consequences. 3 battles, 3 different consequences, and since there are 2 of you, we will need different ones for each as well, to be ‘fair’”. That ‘fair’ at the end almost had me choking, because it wasn;t really fair at all, but I didn’t have any other ideas, and remembering the consequences session of Nicole’s last fight, I wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste.

There was silence from the women, then Latonya was the first to speak. “I don’t like this, it isn’t what we agreed upon…” There it was, the objection that could kill this before it began. Thankfully, Nicole jumped in at just the right time, still in full on competitive mode.

“No shit bitch, neither of us did, but here we are now. I was itching to give your ass a taste of my belt, but I’m not going to do anything stupid like having to go the hospital or something. If you want, we can call it a draw right now, but I won’t be the chickenshit cunt that makes that call, you will be, and I will make sure your other dance partners know it”, Nicole said, struggling to move into a position of glaring eye contact with Latonya. The black woman glared right back at her, smoldering anger at the accusation of cowardice. At the mention of ‘other dance partners’, Latonya’s eyes widened a bit, as there was a connection there I hadn’t anticipated, maybe other vixens that enjoyed a good scrap? Whatever it was, it was enough to drive Latonya to dig deep and make a decision that even I knew the outcome of before she said it.

“Alright biotch, let’s do this, and white boy, you best make sure all this shit is equal as damn possible, cuz I ain’t gonna have it said that when the chips were down I flinched. Let’s do this,” she said from her position on the floor, and fortunately, Jamal walked in with the bowl of consequences right then. He held out the bowl to me and I dipped my hand in and fished out a piece of paper. Opening it up, I read it out loud. “Give opponent’s second a blow job”

Jamal broke out in a smile at that, and I was quite pleased that came up first as well. He sauntered over to Nicole, pulling off clothes as he went, and I headed to Latonya. She didn’t look too pissed at this first consequence, probably because she had been anticipating jumping my bones after she beat Nicole anyways, but this was a good second. I helped Latonya get to her knees, then went and sat on the nearest couch, taking off all my clothes as I went. When she saw me sitting there naked, I could see Latonya’s eyes widen, as I have a decent body and a very good sized cock. She quickly knee walked over to between my legs and dropping her head to my crotch, started sucking my rapidly hardening dick. She was very good, using her warm, wet mouth and constant pressure from her tongue, playing with the folds of skin of my circumcised cock until I was fully erect. Then she surprised me and went lower, using her tongue to skim around my balls and explore the skin of my scrotum, licking and sucking at strategic places to keep the pleasure on. Who was this woman who could do all this with her hands tied behind her back? When she could clearly see I was close, she smiled and lifting her head up dove down on my shaft in a deep throat, sucking it as far in as she could, taking almost the whole length, then in astonishing bit of technique, began to hum while I was in there, her entire throat vibrating all over my shaft from tip to root. The sensation on my dick, combined with the foreplay of the fights before hand, drove me over the edge after only 3 sucks, and I exploded into her mouth with all the cum my balls churned out watching her and Nicole duke it out, causing her to gag a bit. She managed to choke it all down, but it took her at least 2 swallows, I’d say it was one more thing she hadn’t been expecting from this white boy.

Upon finishing, me and Latonya then checked on Nicole and Jamal. Jamal had elected to merely take Nicole where she lay, and was kneeling beside her head stuffing his cock in her mouth sideways. Latonya grinned a bit as while she had started later than Nicole, she had finished me off before Nicole had milked out Jamal. Nicole saw this and glared at her rival while increasing her efforts. Looks like my gamble had paid off, as it looked like both women were trying to make this consequences session into a bit of a contest on its own.

When Jamal had finished, his sausage bursting its juices into Nicole’s mouth, we all took a second to breathe. Then Latonya, her dark skin glistening like varnished Ebony, looked at me and Jamal and motioned her head towards her cuffs, as they were pretty restrictive. I looked back, in question and needing a promise, that she would keep going if we took them off. She only glared back in defiance and lust, as if insulted we had to ask and wanting more of what we had in store, and that was all it took. As I took them off Latonya, I looked at Nicole, her alabaster skin sheening in the soft light. She gave a nod as well, so I went over to take off her restraints as well. I put the cuffs up on a counter, thinking while their initial purpose to goad the women into what we wanted was over, we might need them for another contest or consequence later.

As if on cue, Jamal went and got the bowl with the consequence slips and presented it to Nicole, as the ‘loser’ of the last round got to pick. Nicole made a face as she came to that realization as well before reaching in and drawing out another slip. Opening it up, it read ”Waxing off of opponent’s bush”. Both women paled as I looked down at the mass of hair in between both their legs, Nicole’s dense red and Latonya’s krinkly black. It was quite a mass, and I knew it would hurt, and judging by the hesitant expression on both woman’s faces it was probably the second point that they might have both quit right them.

Then Latonya’s expression hardened, as if steeling herself for this, and merely said “Let’s do this in the bathroom, cunt”. Nicole merely gave a tight nod as me and Jamal went to go prepare the wax and strips. When it was done, we brought it all into the expansive hotel bathroom, complete with Jacuzzi tub (not filled) and expansive walk in shower. There was even a considerable space in the middle to walk in. Well, I guess that was how the other half lived, or at least luxuriated. Nicole and Latonya were both sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi, faces flushed. I looked at both their crotches and saw more fluid dripping there than I had before. Damn, both women really wanted to hurt each other here if they were both jerking each other off to make the area more sensitive before applying hot wax and ripping off their opponent’s short hairs at the root. Jamal and I each applied the wax to our fighters and a long strip of paper to the mass. Nicole’s expression was apprehensive as the wax was applied, and Latonya’s was a mask as each woman faced each other, reached down between her opponent’s legs to grab the paper, then both looked back at me. I cleared my throat, saying “On the count of three, one, two, THREE!”

On three both women ripped down the paper and towards themselves, both stumbling and off balance from hair being ripped free. Latonya fell down to the ground, a bit dazed, while Nicole slammed against the far wall. After the shock of ripping their opponent’s short hairs free, now the hurt began to set in, and both women looked down at the paper still clutched in their mutual hands, to see how much of their opponent they had ripped free. It seemed in the toughest bush competition that it was Nicole that actually had the advantage, as her red firecrotch was only about halfway gone from Latonya’s yank, while Nicole’s paper had managed to free the majority of latonya’s dense crinkles. Latonya pulled herself into the fetal position, sobbing from both the pain and the humiliation, I think, while Nicole, still standing, had a pained expression on but was smiling, taking her triumph as best as she could. Of course, that just meant her next waxing strip would hurt more, but as Latonya ripped away at the remains of Nicole’s bush, still Nicole held her head high, confident that she had won this small triumph, and taking savage pleasure in ripping out the very last of Latonya’s dark bush in retaliation. When it was over, Latonya was in the fetal position, holding her tender bush and moaning, while Nicole still stood, pussy now bare and a bit puffy, but satisfied.

I went up to Latonya and wordlessly held out the consequences bowl to her. She sniffed a bit, then determinedly plunged her hand down into the bowl and grabbed one, bringing it out. I looked at it, it read “Take opponent’s partner’s cock, in the ass”. Nicole turned a bit pale at that, as she was not really into ass play and Jamal was little longer than me, but she quickly put on her game face and insisted we do it in here, on the floor in the bathroom, and seizing the initiative, told Latonya to just roll over, as since she was so exhausted Nicole would take the top position. I was a bit confused at that, until Nicole went over to Latonya and kneeled down over her head, while dropping her face towards the black woman’s crotch. As soon as she was settled in on top of Latonya, Nicole began to grind her crotch onto Latonya’s face, to try and grind out the pain and tenderness from the waxing and get her juices flowing again, enough to overcome her reluctance to this expected anal invasion. Latonya, still softly sobbing, began to sensuously lick Nicole’s bald cunt that was over her mouth, and snaking a hand down to her crotch, pulled Nicole’s head into her gaping black cherry hole. As I watched Nicole’s mouth descend to then cover the delicate pink inner folds framed by the dark lips of her opponent, my cock began to grow from the forced lesbian heat these two fighters were going off. They ate each other with the same passion they had had when they were fighting each other, as if still trying to prove to the other who the better woman was by forcing more orgasms from the other, no matter what.

Me and Jamal both dropped trou and positioned ourselves behind our fighter’s opponent. When Nicole saw me and my stiff cock coming, she opened her mouth and guided my meat down her throat, as if still trying to make up her deficiency in the blowjob consequences session, while simultaneously fingering Latonya’s dark pussy. I was in male heaven, with this ivory skinned redhead deepthroating me while preparing the ebony-skinned beauty’s holes below. From the way Nicole began moaning deep in her throat and had her eyes closed, I could tell it wasn;t just the ecstasy of sucking my dick that was turning her on. It was also the fact that Latonya was doing virtually the exact same thing to her own pussy at the other end, only Latonya seemed to be licking Jamal’s scrotum while giving him a handjob, a pleasure I knew first-hand how good she was at it.

When he was fully erect, Jamal then took a vial of lube and began to squirt some on his dick. Latonya looked a bit pissed, as if she wanted him to fuck the white girl raw, until Jamal was done and handed it to me for use. Luckily these women were vengeful, but not stupid, they wanted to mess up the other pretty badly but not at the cost of their ownselves, let the younger and more hotheaded do that. I squirted some lube on my cock and then, with Nicole holding the black woman’s ass open, plunged it in deep. Jamal and I had unconsciously coordinated our actions, as when I thrust into Latonya, he did the same into Nicole. Nicole’s eyes clamped shut and her mouth opened in a soundless scream at the unexpected intrusion of Jamal’s hard meat. I couldn’t see Latonya under Nicole’s ass, but could feel her whole body stiffen as I pounded my cock into her asshole.

At first, we went slow, as to my knowledge neither woman was a regular sampler of this type of fare. Then I could feel something strange, as if there was something rubbing against the head of my cock as I was deep in Latonya’s ass. I looked down and there was Nicole burying 3 fingers into Latonya’s pussy while massaging the black woman’s sizeable clit with her thumb. Now I could feel Latonya bucking from the double intrusion into her holes by us, and it was almost all I could do to stay in. From the tidal wave of sensations, a moaning Latonya had a squirting orgasm all over Nicole’s hand, drenching my crotch and Nicole’s face with her juices. The orgasmic, involuntary clenching of her pelvic muscles combined with the new warm wetness that she had given off was enough to send me over the edge and unloaded my wad into Latonya’s dark hole. After dumping what felt like a gallon of cum in there, my dick finally shriveled up enough to fall out of the black woman’s anus and I lay back, utterly spend for the moment. Jamal was still going, pounding his cock deep into Nicole’s butt, the redhead’s eyes closed, head thrown back and mouth open still in her silent scream, whether in pain or ecstasy, I didn’t know. Latonya was still recovering from her orgasm, but as soon as she realized that Jamal was still reaming out her enemy, she hopped right back into it, and crawling over to the junction of the other two’s crotches, she brought her lips down to the puffy pearl of Nicole’s clit, recently emerged from it sheath from all the action, and sucked hard. That was enough to send Nicole over the edge, and the scream that issued from her mouth was silent no longer, a piercing shriek that if not for the extensive noise proofing, would have alarmed security. Luckily, this was too upscale a place to bother with their guests’ cries of passion, and good thing too, as they would have walked in as Jamal was dropping his load deep in the white girl’s asshole.

Jamal dropped back to the ground then, as utterly spent as I had been. Nicole just lay there gasping at the after effects, and occasionally twitching. Only Latonya had the slightest bit of energy in this room, as she gazed down at the oblivious Nicole. The expression on her face was not easy to read, a combination of lust/hate and something else, some sort of contemplation as if she was looking to make a decision. Then all of a sudden her face cleared and all I could see briefly was determination before she fairly dove down to Nicole’s slightly spread legs, to her crotch and finally resting on Nicole’s ass, dripping a thin line of Jamal’s cum from it due to the volume he managed to put in her. Latonya only hesitated a second before gluing her mouth over the redhead’s rosebud and began sucking. Nicole, still recovering, let out a shriek as Latonya’s tongue snaked in and out of her anus, licking up all of Jamal’s gooey cum from her pussy. I did not understand what was going on, only that it was hot, but Nicole must have. Summoning all her self-control, she contorted her body until she was able to get her own mouth to a position in contact with the black woman’s anus and began to suck my cum out of Latonya’s ass as well.

They kept this up for at least five minutes, licking and sucking at their enemy’s ass until they must have been sure there was no man juice to be found there. Then, using that uncanny female telepathic response, they each rose from the floor to their knees, then facing each other, began to sloppily make out. As they did, the fluids of me, Jamal and each of the women intermingled in their mouths, and they shared the fluid until each had an equal share then, looking deep within the other’s eyes, swallowed it at the same time. The moment was somewhat reminiscent of a vintage porno film, where everyone has gotten their rocks off and is just sitting around, utterly spent. Despite the continued eroticism I had seen and participated in of the past 48 hours, I was still in awe of these hellcat fighters, perhaps even more so in mutual defeat than abject victory for one.

Sadly, this was the end of our dual interlude, as Latonya’s emergency cell tone rang just then, bringing her attention to it and Nicole looked at the clock and realized it was much later than she had thought, and we were going to have to make a run for the train station if we were to catch the train. The women had to hurriedly switch clothes, throwing on the hotel robe for Latonya and a traveling dress for Nicole, while the men groggily got to their feet and began a general clean up of the room, removing and packing the most obvious toys and putting things away. When we all met at the door to leave, it was an almost congenital atmosphere, one where you would never know that less than an hour ago the women were trying to have the other screwed in the most humiliating and painful way possible. At the door, Latonya and Nicole had one last passionate make out session, complete with nipple tweaking through their clothes that had Nicole wincing. Then Latonya turned and throwing her arms around me, started to make out with me, smashing her large tits into my chest through her robe. I assume Nicole might have done the same to Jamal, but my attention was wholly taken up by the curvy ebony beauty trying to suck my face off. As we broke the kiss, she whispered “email me” before slipping a piece of paper into my pocket. Nicole, a bit pissed, pulled my dazed self out the door then, to take her back to the train station.

For the first half of the drive to the station, Nicole was silent and brooding, and I worried that I might have pissed her off irrevocably. Finally, halfway through the drive, she finally looked at me and made a statement, “Man, I cannot wait to fight that bitch again…”