GYM FEUD -
by AVIDMIKE
Beth Hillman simmered in the Y office in the middle of
another late night shift. The Y closed at midnight, a lot
later than some of the other health clubs, and every night
she worked was another she couldn’t spend out painting the
town red. That was the way her father had planned it. She’d
messed up her college career with a lot of partying and now
her father had planned a do-over, forcing her to work nights
to make up some of the money he’d lost on her tuition and to
try and force her to take a little responsibility and stay
out of the bars. She wouldn’t be getting any more money
until she finished and the humiliation was killing her.
That and Susan. Her frequent partner on the late night
shifts seemed to always be in her face, which was a mixed
blessing for Beth. The whole reason she’d fucked up college
was because of too many feuds and rivalries with other
girls, including a gang of athletic, competitive women she’d
hung with. She’d now managed to stay out of trouble for
several years while she tried to finish up her degree, but
she could blow off a little steam with Susan while both
women offered their services as self defense instructors.
Susan offered grappling classes in the evening and often
she and Beth would pair off at the end of the day for a few
close falls. Both women were tall and substantial,
athletically built but busty for that kind of body. Neither
woman liked to lose, and Beth loved it when the wrestling
matches went the full limit to a sweat-drenched, exhausted
conclusion. She’d never pushed things beyond simple
wrestling with Susan, since she knew that would just take
her down the same ugly road she’d been on in college. And
she could tell that Susan too sometimes seemed frustrated
that neither woman would take things further.
That made her little discovery about Moira and Rachel all
the more unnerving. She had taken notice of both women the
minute each had joined the club: both tall blondes, lush,
athletic and curvy, every bit so as Beth and Susan. There
was something snotty and elegant about Rachel, while Moira
had a smokey sensuality that intrigued Beth no end. She came
off as quiet and unassuming, but Beth could tell she had the
same competitive fire that often drove Beth to do crazy
things. Right away it was obvious Rachel and Moira didn’t
like each other, and Beth could see them subtly competing on
the workout floor in everything from yoga classes to the
weight rooms, each trying to outdo the other. She’d heard
rumors about the two women having confrontations in the
locker room, and Beth had even skulked around there a few
times to eavesdrop, hoping to catch the two blondes in a
face-off. But she’d never had the luck.
Part of her job was to run through the club’s surveillance
cameras at the end of each week, which was usually a painful
bore. But then one night she’d seen something that made her
short, copper-dyed pageboy hairdo stand on end.
Somehow two women had hung out after hours and made their
way to one of the grappling rooms with its raised boxing
ring and engaged in a blistering, body crushing fight. Beth
had jealously assumed one of the women to be Susan,
“cheating” on her with some other bitch, but even though the
low after hours lighting didn’t show much, after several
viewings she could see both women had longer, lighter hair
than Whit’s. Finally she began to recognize Moira and
Rachel, locked up tighter than she’d seen two women press
together in a long time. The struggle went on for over an
hour, and even in the darkness it looked like the two women
had stripped each other and fought onward completely nude,
doing unspeakably dirty things to one another, anything to
win.
She found herself far more fascinated by Moira and Rachel
now than before she’d known about the catfight. Both women
were intriguing just because of the way they measured up to
Beth. She didn’t find many girls her height or weight,
especially girls that were in shape…especially girls willing
to put themselves on the line against another of the same
sex. That always got her attention, even though she’d forced
herself the past few years to avoid just such women. Susan
was one thing—she could kid herself that it was her job to
engage the busty trainer. But messing with paying customers
was another matter.
So when Rachel showed up one evening asking about a training
match, Beth had almost been reluctant to send her to
Susan. As head trainer Susan had first dibs on anyone
asking for instruction, and Beth knew Susan enjoyed sizing
up other opponents. That particular evening she had snuck a
flask of whiskey into work and had teased Susan into
sharing a few swigs with her, enjoying the idea that it
might loosen Susan up. She hadn’t suspected just how well
the little gimmick would work.
There was a heat in the air that Beth could sense even as
she left Susan and Rachel inside the sparring
room—something Beth hadn’t experienced before around
Susan. And sure enough, when she checked later through the
narrow, grated door window, the match seemed to be fiercer,
more intense than any of the casual sparring sessions she’d
seen Susan engage in before. She found herself glued to
the little window as she spied on the two women, watching as
Rachel seemed to be pushing Susan’s buttons, goading her
into something more like a real fight than a formal sparring
session. Something more like what she’d seen on that
surveillance video, she realized. She HAD to see how this
turned out, she thought to herself as she watched the two
women struggle, carefully keeping her face back far enough
so that the light from the room wouldn’t make her visible to
the two women—not that they were paying any attention to the
locked door.
She suddenly heard footsteps and, cursing to herself,
hurried back to the office. It was past 11 and there were
usually very few other people left at the club. It figured
she’d be interrupted now when something interesting was
finally happening upstairs. She briefly tugged at her sports
bra as it quivered, struggling to contain her two heavy,
solid breasts, and then reached down to smooth her yoga
pants that rode low on her heart-shaped, strong pelvis. Her
smooth, muscular stomach and waist was bare—she and Susan
both enjoyed displaying their toned, athletic bodies on the
gym floor, showing members what they might be gaining if
they took Susan or Beth on as trainers. Her patrician
features set in a cold, professional manner as she rounded
the corner to enter the office.
She almost froze when she saw Moira at the counter,
leaning down and resting on her elbows on the counter, as if
intentionally displaying her own full, impressive breasts
that were almost spilling out of her black sports bra. She
looked just a little damp with perspiration and had probably
come from her evening workout. She seemed distracted, as if
something was bothering her, Beth thought. Her soft,
sensuous features and smokey gray eyes locked briefly on
Beth’s sparkling blue ones and Beth caught her gaze flashing
down Beth’s body full-length for a second.
“Can I help you?” Beth said innocently.
“Yes…” Moira said, almost as if she were stalling for time
to think up an excuse for being at the office. “I was
interested in your self defense classes.”
“Great,” Beth said. She took up a position opposite Moira
at the counter so the two women were facing each other and
spread the sign-up sheets on the counter surface between
them. She leaned forward to match Moira’s pose so that now
the two women both had the best possible views of each
other’s bulging cleavage, and Beth was glad she’d picked the
scooped-front sports bra that showed off more of her
breasts.
“I was hoping to get in a session tonight. Is Susan
available?” Moira asked.
Beth had to work to hide her disappointment. She hadn’t been
this close to Moira before and now that they were face to
face, Moira’s lovely features only a few inches from her
own, the big blonde was even hotter than she’d realized. Her
toned, defined shoulders and beautiful neck and collar
muscles and thick, smooth biceps showed how her regular
workouts were shaping her up day by day. She was very
feminine, but her large hands and big-boned build made her
look intimidating too. Beth pulled up he file on the
computer and quickly noted her weight: 150, very close to
Beth’s and Susan’s. Without letting Moira see what she
was doing, she quickly pulled up Rachel’s file and noticed
the other blonde weighed 149. Amazing.
She was about to tell Moira that Susan was occupied and
that she would have to settle for Beth if she wanted
anything this evening. Fuck her, she thought—I’ll show her I
can give her a workout just as hard as Susan can. Then she
had a deliciously underhanded thought.
Beth had always been manipulative—that had been one of the
things that had gotten her in so much trouble in college.
She liked provoking reactions and playing tricks, and she
had just thought of a great one.
“That’s a good question,” she said, brushing her hair back
from her face and taking a quick look into Moira’s eyes,
so close to her own and so alluring. “Actually, come back
with me—I thought she had a session going but she might be
nearly finished.”
She exited the office and watched Moira round the corner
to join her. The blonde wore her snug black sports bra and a
matching pair of yoga pants, and like Beth she had her
supple, toned stomach on full display. Her lush pelvis and
thick, muscular thighs rippled as she walked toward Beth and
the trainer had to keep herself from staring as the two
walked side by side down the upstairs corridor toward the
first grappling room.
“Did someone recommend Susan to you?” she asked, sneaking
a glance at Moira’s quivering cleavage as they walked
together. A lot of the hotter women at the club had
implants, but Moira’s boobs looked full and very real.
“Yes, I was told she was the strongest trainer,” Moira
said innocently.
Beth flushed a bit. Susan had the experience and the
muscle all right, but Beth had trained herself until she was
very nearly a match for the stylishly short-haired trainer.
“I guess that depends on who you talk to. I actually do some
of the self defense training myself. Oh, here we are.”
The hallway outside the grappling room was dark, just as
Beth had left it, and she lowered her voice and motioned
Moira forward. “Go ahead and take a peek. They might just
be finishing up.”
Moira frowned, obviously finding the situation a little
odd, but she did move forward after a moment’s hesitation
and put her face up to the narrow window as if she was
peeking through a keyhole.
Beth carefully maneuvered behind the other woman until she
was close enough to almost feel the heat rising off
Moira’s body. She could still feel the burn of whiskey in
her gut, loosening her inhibitions, and it was all she could
do to keep from gripping the dirty blonde’s upper arms from
behind and pressing into her broad, muscular back. This
close to her she picked up a familiar aroma, quite apart
from the arousing scent of the other woman so close to her.
It seemed like the cool fumes of alcohol coming off
Moira’s breath—or was she just sniffing her own buzzed
aroma? She moved a little closer, her cheek almost touching
Moira’s soft blonde hair as she peered over the other
woman’s shoulder into the grappling room.
Susan and Rachel were locked in a trembling,
sweat-drenched tangle of arms and legs on the mat,
squeezing, clawing and tugging at hair. She could almost
feel Moira stiffen in a cold fury in front of her. From
their vantage point it wasn’t totally clear but it looked
like the two women had already worked their way out of some
of their workout clothes, allowing hot, sweaty skin to
plaster against skin. Even through the locked door she could
hear grunts and moans of effort, pain and frustration as the
two women struggled to overpower one another. And just as
she’d suspected, there was more than an added element of
primal lust in Susan’s and Rachel’s moans.
Moira suddenly straightened, her broad, muscular back
pushing right into Beth’s breasts. “Excuse me,” the blonde
said embarrassedly.
“Looks like they’ll be a while,” Beth said with a cruel grin
on her face. Moira’s expression twisted with disgust and
she shouldered her way past Beth rudely, walking back toward
the office. Beth walked behind her, smiling tightly. “We can
always schedule something for another night.”
Moira was walking quickly and angrily, and Beth hungrily
admired the other woman’s sacral diamond, the anchoring
point for her back and gluteal muscles in the small of her
back just above her pelvis. Her muscular ass flexed sassily
as she walked, gyrating the seat of her yoga pants as the
stretch fabric clung to her. Just as it seemed the blonde
was about to stalk angrily past the office and downstairs
she paused and caught her breath for a second.
“Did you say YOU were available to train tonight?” she said
with that absent, innocent tone she had down so well.
“Hmmm,” Beth said, eager to tease the angry blonde just a
little bit more. “It is pretty late. But I might be able to
spare a few minutes for a fall or two. We have another
sparring room at the end of the hall. Would you be
interested?”
“I’d be very interested,” she said, extending her right
hand. “My name’s Moira.”
“I’m Beth,” Beth said, taking the other woman’s long hand in
her own, but not before stretching her fingers out across
Moira’s, lightly brushing them against the other woman’s
strong fingers so that both women’s long, strong digits
briefly measured themselves against one another. “Good thing
we’re both dressed right.”
She let go of the other woman’s hand and led her down the
hall to the second sparring room, flicked on the lights and
again checking out the blonde’s body as she walked into the
room ahead of Beth. She closed the door, careful to lock it,
and walked over to where Moira was climbing confidently
into the little ring as if she’d been there before—which she
had, Beth realized. This was the same room where the camera
had caught her and Rachel having it out.
“So you’ve sparred before?” she asked innocently as she
climbed into the ring.
“A little,” Moira said, brushing her soft blonde hair away
from her lovely face.
“We can just practice a few basic holds, nothing to get
worked up about,” Beth said reassuringly.
“Oh don’t worry about me, I can handle myself,” Moira said
confidently, stretching and cracking her shoulders,
momentarily thrusting her full sports bra out at Beth as her
muscular back arched. Beth shook herself out a little,
stretching a bit herself, just as eager to show off her own
toned bod to her new opponent. She could feel a growing
tension in the air between them, something unspoken even
apart from her own secret knowledge about Moira.
“But you don’t want me to go full-on,” Beth argued. “Someone
could get hurt.”
“No no, don’t let me off easy,” Moira said. “I’ll never
learn anything that way.”
Beth shrugged. “We’ll see.”
The two women circled and Beth could already see that
Moira was no newbie. She eyed Beth confidently and moved
with a smooth, catlike grace on the mat. She even made the
first move, lunging forward and gripping Beth’s forearms
before Beth managed to twist out of the hold, her arms
tingling from the feel of Moira’s powerful fingers digging
into them. She went after Moira and tried to maneuver
behind her to pin her arms but the blonde slipped free—then
suddenly spun and tackled Beth. She suddenly found herself
off balance and slammed to the mat with the blonde’s heavy
body crashing on top of her. It was ON.
Beth rolled to her side, pulling Moira with her, and the
two women’s powerful thighs thrashed against one another.
She continued the roll until she was on top of the blonde
and she felt a rush as her pelvis, then stomach, then
breasts contacted Moira’s. She felt the other woman’s bare
abs squirm against her own, her pelvis flex and buck
underneath Beth’s, and her own heavy breasts momentarily
weighing down Moira’s plush pair, their sports bras
cramming their jostling cleavage together for one delicious
moment as they struggled together. Then Moira’s crushing
thighs wrapped around her waist, forcing the breath from her
body as she threw Beth sideways and rolled on top of her in
a dominating schoolgirl pin. Beth bucked angrily but it took
several wild attempts to throw Moira off, and both women
crashed to the mat, rolling away from each other before
regaining their footing to face circling in a crouch, both
gasping for breath.
“I guess I won’t go easy on you after all,” Beth panted,
trying to sound playful.
“Good,” Moira said, all business. They clashed again, both
gripping one another’s arms, grunting as they pushed and
pulled at each other, upper bodies leaning into one another.
Beth was impressed, if not a little unnerved. Moira was a
lot stronger than she’d expected. No wonder Rachel was
giving Susan such a rough time at the other end of the
hall—the two blondes had obviously goaded each other into
really hitting the gym big time, competing with each other
to see who could build up the most muscle and stamina, and
taking it out on each other on the mat after hours. She
could admit now that she was jealous that Rachel had
seemingly goaded Susan into the kind of fight she’s been
secretly hoping to have with the other trainer for months
now. She had locked up with Susan in some pretty good
matches, and once in a while tried a dirty move or two that
both women had laughed over. But somehow she’d never gotten
Whit really angry, not angry enough to lower her inhibitions
where truly dirty moves were concerned. She’d never taken
the snotty Rachel for such a comer. Of course people thought
that about Beth too, her patrician features always making
her read a little cold and arrogant. But Beth was a trainer
and everyone knew it. Rachel was a surprise.
She managed to twist in closer to Moira and the two women
gripped each other’s shoulders and necks, crushing their
upper bodies tightly together for a moment or two. Without
gravity on her side, Beth’s boobs flattened up against
Moira’s heavy pair and she felt the tell-tale points of
hardened nipples digging into her breasts, creating an
equally stiff response in her own nipples.
Beth had to suppress a moan of pleasure as she felt
Moira’s chest press against hers. The contrast between the
other woman’s steely grip and the feel of her soft, supple
breasts was electrifying. Beth had been a good girl for a
few years now and had avoided instigating anything with most
other women, but now the old feelings of lust for combat and
bodily competition were resurfacing with a vengeance. Even
worse, she was having difficulty handling Moira
physically. The pretty blonde was really taking the fight to
Beth, and her attacks were intensifying, as if she were
looking for new ways to cause Beth pain. Her eyes met
Moira’s in the close upper body grapple, the other woman’s
hot breath blasting her face, and she saw a deadly fire in
the blonde’s smoky blue eyes just inches from her own. And
damn if she didn’t taste the sting of alcohol on Moira’s
breath for certain now—they were both buzzed, she thought;
ready for anything.
Moira suddenly thrust forward and the two women toppled to
the mat again. Now Moira’s thighs and arms encircled Beth,
crushing her into a brief submission. “Think this is what
Susan’s getting back there?” the blonde hissed into her
ear, pinning Beth’s arms behind her back savagely. “Is that
part of your little game?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Beth growled back
as she wriggled desperately in Moira’s grip.
“Didn’t you want me to look in there and see what was going
on?” The blonde sounded unhinged, Beth thought—crazy.
“Why should it matter to you?” Beth demanded, even though
she knew full well what Moira was getting at. With one
desperate move she managed to slip out of the blonde’s hold,
twist around and mount Moira’s thrashing body. Now it was
Beth who put her thighs to work crushing Moira’s waist,
forcing the breath out of the other woman for almost a
minute before slipping her thighs downward to join the
blonde’s in a clamping battle of attrition while both women
wrapped each other’s upper bodies in a tight, sweaty bear
hug, each struggling to control the other, each gasping and
panting against her opponent’s sensuous mouth, glaring
challengingly into each other’s eyes.
Beth’s body was on fire, both from muscular strain and
excitement. No one since Susan had given her a battle like
this in a long time…Moira might even be stronger than
Whit, she thought. She managed to force the blonde’s thighs
apart to consolidate her position and then allowed her damp
crotch to lower itself down onto Moira’s pubic mound,
thrust upward and exposed as Beth forced the blonde’s thighs
into a split. She nestled her hot, spandex-covered vulva
down onto Moira’s, careful to mask the move as a simple
pinning tactic even as she luxuriated in the feel of the
other woman’s firm, provocative pussy pressing against hers.
Moira took the pressure and Beth felt the other woman’s
body twitch underneath her as their vulva mingled. It was
obvious neither woman wore underwear beneath their yoga
pants, and the stretch material transmitted every subtle
sensation between their warring Venus mounds as the two
women squirmed slowly against one another.
Moira finally thrashed and reversed their positions,
planting her own crotch firmly against Beth’s, hardly shying
away from the contact at all and bearing her heavy breasts
down onto Beth’s. She pressed her forearm against Beth’s
throat, gripping Beth’s coppery hair with her other hand
until Beth was helpless. The two women stared at each other
intensely and Beth felt her arms slip from their tight grip
of Moira’s back and neck and travel downward helplessly
for a second, searching for purchase anywhere on Moira’s
body. She glared into Moira’s eyes as she found herself
gripping the blonde’s big, firm ass for a few seconds and
she thought she saw a look of satisfaction soften Moira’s
expression for a second. But her iron hard grip didn’t
loosen.
“You wanted me to see Rachel in there, right?” Moira
hissed.
“Fuck YOU,” Beth growled, infuriated at her own helplessness
no matter how temporary it might be.
“Fuck YOU,” Moira snarled back at her. She held her death
grip for a few more seconds before finally sagging down on
top of Beth’s body. Beth felt a wave of exhaustion hit her
and she realized that they had both been going full bore for
almost 20 minutes now. Even as strong as Moira obviously
was, Beth doubted she could keep it up much longer.
Even as their bodies began to give out, both women
maneuvered, maintaining their holds, Beth’s arms locking
around Moira’s waist as the two fresh enemies slowly
wrestled each other up onto their knees, still locked chest
to chest.
“I don’t know what your problem is, bitch,” Beth panted into
Moira’s soft blonde hair as the two women held each other
in a hateful embrace.
“Is this how they’re fighting in there?” Moira breathed
against Beth’s ear. “Tight and hot like this?” For a moment
the two women simply gasped against each other’s chests, and
Beth squeezed her eyes shut, feeling out Moira’s breasts
as they hardened against hers with every inhalation. Then
Moira slowly ground her big glands sideways across Beth’s
big pair, letting the four tightly pressed globes jostle for
position. “Are they fighting like this?” Moira whispered.
Beth couldn’t suppress her groans now. “Is this how you like
to fight?” she whispered back, shifting her breasts downward
until she forced the blonde’s boobs up until they almost
bulged over the top of her sports bra. Moira immediately
retaliated, grinding her breasts downward so that Beth felt
the other woman’s jutting nipples cut across her exposed
cleavage before slicing downward to prick Beth’s angry brown
rods through the material of their bras.
“You fucking whore,” Moira groaned as she met Beth’s stiff
rods head on, both women crushing their breasts head to head
against each other, measuring toned, defined abs against
bare abs and each feeling the roiling heat of the other
woman’s crotch bare centimeters from her own.
Beth again let her hands drift downward to grip and squeeze
Moira’s perfect ass. She felt the big muscles tighten
under her fingers and Beth’s pelvis squirmed eagerly at the
response. “Feel my ass,” she ordered. Moira’s head pulled
back so that she could stare Beth down coldly as her large,
strong hands caressed, then gripped Beth’s buns tightly.
Beth glared at her as she too flexed her gluteal muscles
under Moira’s fingers, proudly displaying her power. Both
women squeezed firmly, their fingers exploring each other’s
big muscles as they stared each other down. Then suddenly
Moira shoved Beth away and stood over her furiously.
“Suck my tits!” she hissed before spinning to show Beth her
back as she stalked toward the door. Beth couldn’t believe
it. The blonde had been teasing her!
“Wait a minute!” she yelled, leaping up from the mat. But
Moira was already out the door. Furious, Beth stalked
after her until the two women were marching down the dim
hallway outside the sparring room.
Moira shot a hateful look back at Beth as the trainer
followed the blonde. “Go interrupt THEM if that’s what
you’re looking for!”
“Don’t you talk like that to me!” Beth snarled at Moira’s
back. “I know what you two have been up to!”
Moira spun to face her. They were just outside the
office—it was nearly midnight now and Beth knew the gym
would be practically empty now. Glaring at Moira
spitefully, she marched over to her desk and called up the
appropriate video file on her computer. Moira stared
coldly at the screen, her face clouding over with red as she
made out the figures of her and Rachel struggling hotly on
the mat, looking very much the way she and Beth had only a
few moments earlier.
Beth moved back into Moira’s face to deliver the coup de
grace. “I could REPORT you two for this. I could have you
kicked out of the club, maybe even charged with trespassing
for doing that after hours.”
Moira glared into Beth’s face furiously for a second
before delivering a stinging slap to Beth’s face. Beth took
it, her ears ringing for a second, then she viciously
returned it, rocking Moira until the blonde had to shake
the soft hair off her face. Beth bumped her chest into
Moira’s and pushed her out of the way as she headed toward
the door. “I’m heading for the showers,” she said nastily,
throwing a final look to Moira before heading out of the
office.
She didn’t have to look back to know that the blonde was
following her. Just as she suspected, the female locker room
was empty, and she made a show of stripping off her sports
bra as she strode down the locker aisle toward the showers.
She paused, putting one magnificent leg up on the aisle
bench as she pitched the damp sports bra into her gym bag
and shook her big, full breasts free, showing Moira her
superbly muscled back and ass before slowly peeling her yoga
pants off her like a snake shedding its skin.
Moira marched past her, glaring over her shoulder as she
too stripped off her top, and then bared her superb ass and
legs, tossing her damp workout gear into a locker before
striding nude toward the shower, tossing Beth another
challenging glance as she marched into the shower cubicle.
Beth had kept her upper body turned away so that neither
woman could see the other’s breasts, but now she abandoned
her own workout gear and strode toward the shower room nude,
her ample boobs rippling, thrust forward bravely as she
marched across the tiles. Moira had started her own shower
as Beth entered the square room. The shower room sported
four spigots, two on each wall, with a decent amount of
tiled floorspace and draining grates between them. Beth
watched Moira’s nude body from behind, admiring every
perfect curve, from her strong, sculpted back muscles to her
tapering waist, broad, flaring pelvis and pear-shaped,
muscular ass and equally muscular thighs and calves.
Beth turned on her own shower, taking the one catty corner
from Moira’s, and she began to soap her body, giving
Moira an equal view of her own muscular back, ass and
thighs. Both women glared at each other over their shoulders
for several smoldering moments before Beth turned to display
her chest, stomach and pelvis to Moira. The blonde shot
her glance up and down Beth’s soaking wet, glistening body
and Beth purposefully lathered her breasts, her long brown
nipples jutting out wetly in Moira’s direction.
The blonde quickly rose to the challenge, pivoting to show
off her own superbly toned, tawny body, lather and water
flowing downward to embrace every curve and womanly bulge as
she posed for Beth, chest thrust out to point her supple,
pink-nippled breasts toward Beth’s mammary display. Her
stomach with its deep, large navel and supple abdominal
muscles rippled as she breathed and flexed her broad,
tan-lined pelvis, her nest of dark blonde pubic hair framed
by her thick set of pale, sleek vulva. Beth’s
butterscotch-furred cunt displayed itself starkly as she
took a cocky stance and watched Moira slowly soap her
impressive breasts, squeezing her thick nipples between
thumb and forefinger as she stared coldly at Beth.
Fucking cunt, Beth thought to herself, unconsciously
mouthing the words as she glared at the blonde. What a big
cunt tease. The blonde had goaded her into the kind of
behavior she’d sworn off for years, and now it all looked
like some spiteful trick to get her back for showing Moira
the fight between Rachel and Susan. Every nerve in her
body itched to march across the shower room floor and jam
her slick, soaking wet body against the blonde’s and really
compare, pound for pound, who was hotter and harder. And she
could see the same desire in Moira’s eyes. She wanted to
fight, probably wanted much more—but she was holding back
out of pure spite.
Both women continued to glare at each other while they
flaunted their bodies slowly, each squeezing and handling
her own full breasts, presenting them like trophies,
weighing them, then releasing them and allowing their
firmness to show as they barely sagged once released from
their owner’s grip. Beth traced her wet abs and navel, then
put her hands on her womanly hips and watched as Moira
matched the gesture, tossing her soaked blonde hair off her
face aggressively.
“Big bitch,” Beth said finally.
“You big-assed whore,” Moira replied.
Just as Beth was about to step forward to cross the distance
between them she heard footsteps outside the shower room.
She stiffened and locked eyes with Moira. Both women
waited and watched until they saw Susan, sweat-drenched
and bruised, step warily into the shower room.
“Hey,” Beth muttered casually.
“Hey,” Susan acknowledged, stepping slowly up to the
shower spigot next to Beth. Susan eyed Moira warily for
a second before turning the shower on, dousing her stylish,
short hairdo and beginning to lather.
Ten seconds later Rachel walked into the shower. Beth saw
Moira’s stare lock furiously on the elegant, haughty
blonde and her perfect hourglass figure, platinum blonde
pussy and superb breasts as she stepped up to the shower
spigot next to Moira. She too was slightly bruised from
her struggle with Susan and now Beth noticed a few bruises
on Moira too. No doubt she had a few herself.
Rachel’s beautiful face with her sparkling, daring blue eyes
stared intently at Moira as she soaked and lathered
herself, and Beth watched the woman’s perfect ass and
slender waist until Rachel turned to face outward, putting
her incredible rack and smooth, tanned stomach on display.
All four women faced each other now, eyeing one another,
coolly studying every curve, every muscle, and every sexual
characteristic being shown off in the steamy heat of the
shower. Beth had seen Susan nude, but never Moira or
Rachel, and of course neither of them had ever seen Beth or
Susan in the raw. Beth was proud of her body and it was
obvious they were four of the tallest, most solidly built,
most toned and strong women at the club. Rachel’s face was
striking, the face of a merciless, arrogant mistress;
Moira’s was softly beautiful but hiding a secret strength
that Beth was only just now discovering. Susan still
looked the playful party girl, but her encounter with Rachel
had uncovered a wellspring of anger that she was struggling
to hide. And Beth knew her own face must be showing the raw
lust that Moira had unleashed in her.
Beth marveled at the other three racks glistening on display
around her. Susan’s mammoth tits were still the biggest
and sported shocking aureoles over three-inches across, her
dark nipples pointing slightly skyward as her pert knockers
supported them. But her size advantage was slight and Beth
noted that Rachel’s intimidating boobs made for a very close
second place as they quivered and glistened wetly, making
for an arresting, meaty contrast with her elegant, limber
body. As she stared hotly at Moira she noted that she and
Beth seemed tied for third in this very close contest, their
breast sizes a tantalizing match as she had learned only too
well during their grappling match.
She saw Rachel send Moira a strangely triumphant, taunting
stare, as if she’d won some little victory over the other
blonde, and Moira stared daggers back at the other blonde,
seeming almost to blink back tears at some betrayal. Beth
thought the two naked women might come to blows right there
but then Moira turned her hateful look toward Susan.
The head trainer glared back defiantly, but Beth could tell
Whit was frazzled by her fight with Rachel and confused by
this new apparent enemy. Beth couldn’t believe what was
happening. She could feel that the gym had emptied and that
the four nude, athletic women were now the building’s only
inhabitants. The old, electric thrill of forbidden combat
was making her every nerve ending sing and her heart pounded
at the possibilities gathered around her. At the same time
she felt sidelined by the tension in the shower room, which
centered around Moira, Susan and Rachel.
“Do you have a problem?” Susan said finally as she
returned Moira’s cold stare. “Moira, right?”
“That’s my name,” Moira said, reaching behind her to turn
off her shower spigot, her glare never leaving Susan.
Beth looked at Rachel and the haughty blonde’s expression
was smug and satisfied. Glancing around at the other three
women, Rachel turned off her shower and eyed the others
coldly, locking eyes with Beth for one arresting moment, her
eyes raking up and down Beth’s nude body display
suspiciously. Beth realized she was at an advantage now, as
she had the goods on all three women in the shower but
Rachel didn’t know a thing about her. She also came to
another instinctive realization—Rachel was a cruel,
manipulative trouble-maker, just like Beth—a secret sadist
who enjoyed pitting other people against each other. She
stared back into the platinum blonde’s eyes knowingly.
That’s right, bitch, she thought to herself—you and I are
natural enemies.
Susan turned off her shower now so that only the pathetic
sound of Beth’s faucet filled the little room. She fumbled
back and turned the water off, leaving a shocking silence in
its wake disturbed only by the quiet, determined breathing
of the three women and the music of water droplets raining
off their bodies and hair onto the wet tile floor. Moira
and Susan continued to stare each other down, each
silently daring the other to make the first move. Beth and
Rachel still eyed each other warily, but the building
confrontation between Susan and Moira was quickly
dominating the steamy atmosphere of the shower.
Susan continued to stare hard at Moira as the other big
blonde glared at her. Susan seemed stunned at this
out-of-left-field challenge, but she was still obviously in
combat mode from her long scuffle with Rachel, and she
didn’t seem prepared to brook any verbal abuse from some
other tall amazon at the gym right now. Susan shot a
glance at Beth that seemed to indicate she more than
suspected that Beth had a hand in the developing situation.
Beth met her stare defensively, and for a moment the
ambiguous, frustrating friction between the two trainers
trumped the standoff between Susan and Moira. As they
locked eyes Beth wondered what would happen if she and Susan were ever to go after each other for real.
Before she could entertain the notion further Susan turned
back to Moira, glancing down at the blonde’s bare chest
and the two firm globes and their erect nipples pointing
directly at her. Susan looked almost embarrassed by her
own hard nipples and tight, aroused breasts—as she saw
Moira glance down at them it was obvious she saw Susan’s
tits as another provocation. But Susan also clearly
couldn’t help proudly sticking the two heavy glands out a
little more.
When Susan spoke it seemed like a weak attempt to defuse
the situation. “Listen, Moira…I’m warning you…you do NOT
want to mess with me right now.” But somehow the words came
out much more like a challenge than an excuse to break off
the confrontation.
Moira immediately took a couple of steps forward, hands on
her hips in dead serious anger mode, until she and Susan
were only about a foot apart.
“I have a little warning for you too, Susan,” Moira
sneered, glancing back furiously at Rachel. “Stay away from
her.”
Susan took a step forward and both women warily eyed each
other’s breasts and jutting nipples as their glistening
boobs hovered within a few inches of one another. Susan
studied Moira’s long nipples intently, gauging the
distance between them and her own stiff weapons. It would
only take a simple move from her to touch her tingling rods
against Moira’s. Beth could barely believe what was
happening, and the awesome sight of the two magnificent
women facing off, their big, glistening bodies in perfect
opposition.
“What is she, your girlfriend?” Susan taunted. “Don’t
worry, if I need a lesbian date I can do better than her.”
Beth shot a glance at Rachel, watching the glamorous
blonde’s face tighten a little at the insult, losing her
attitude of manipulative superiority for an instant.
“She’s not my girlfriend, you big bitch,” Moira said
dangerously. “Whatever I have with Rachel is between me and
her and none of your business.”
Susan circled slightly to the side, as if trying to get
free of the wall behind her, and Moira countered,
maintaining the close face-off. “Do you two fight?” Susan
said quietly, airing out her suspicions and giving Beth a
start, causing her to shoot another sharp look at Rachel.
Had Susan somehow checked out those security cam
recordings?
“That’s private,” Moira said in an equally low voice. “But
if anyone’s going to pound Rachel it’s going to be me.”
Susan huffed derisively. “From what I got tonight I have
my doubts you could handle her,” she said, glancing gamely
at Rachel.
“From where I’m standing I don’t think you have the body to
handle her either,” Moira shot back. Susan flushed at
that and Beth suddenly realized that the head trainer must
have lost her sparring match with Rachel! She glanced at the
elegant blonde with new respect and Rachel returned the look
with a cool, haughty confidence.
“That’s between me and Rachel,” Susan said, as
suggestively as possible. Beth realized Susan was trying
to keep the other blonde angry and confrontational, milking
the face-off now instead of trying to defuse it. Susan
managed to move a little closer to Moira, her nipples now
dangerously close to brushing against the blonde’s. “But
it’s for sure you don’t have the body to handle ME.”
“Maybe you could have said that six months ago but right now
I’d match up against that body of yours GLADLY, Susan.”
Susan stared down at Moira’s chest, taking in her toned
shoulders and thick biceps as well. “Yeah, you’ve put on
muscle in the past few months for sure, but you know
something, Moira? No matter how much you pump I’ll still
have bigger tits than you.”
Moira eyed Susan’s big pair hungrily. “Bigger, maybe.
Firmer, I’m not so sure.”
“Believe me, girlfriend, you do not want to find out,”
Susan said.
Amazingly, despite the presence of Beth and Rachel—the very
woman they were arguing about—Susan and Moira seemed
completely focused on each other, shutting out the rest of
the shower space and the two naked witnesses to their
developing conflict. Beth’s heart was pounding as she
watched the two tall amazons move closer together. The
atmosphere of erotic violence in the muggy shower stall was
electric.
“I wouldn’t mind finding out, honey,” Moira now moved
forward and gently engaged her nipples against Susan’s.
Susan froze for a second, struggling to suppress a gasp.
In the aftermath of her fight her big breasts were obviously
raw and swollen, her nipples aroused and stiff as they
braced themselves against Moira’s. But she clearly wasn’t
about to retreat and she moved forward herself until her
nipples scraped hotly across the blonde’s and began to press
into the other woman’s dark aureoles.
The two women began to maneuver closer gently, slowly
increasing the pressure between their four heavy, gleaming
boobs, tit flesh beginning to press and compact as they
moved nose to nose. “You really want to do this?” Susan
said, easing first her left, then her right mammary gland
more tightly up against Moira’s. “I could press yours
flat.”
“I doubt it,” Moira said, adding to the tit pressure
herself. “You’ve got big fat ones but mine are firmer.”
“In your dreams,” Susan purred. “Is this what you and
Rachel do?” she taunted, sending a sneering look at Rachel.
“Press your big titties together to see whose are better?”
“Keep your nose out of my private business,” Moira
growled. “Right now we’re talking about your boobs against
mine.”
“FINE,” Susan breathed, and with that she angrily butted
her big breasts into Moira’s. The dirty blonde’s breasts
rippled at the impact and she stumbled backward slightly
while Susan’s massive rack quivered, water droplets
spattering off the two mammoth glands as she shook them
tauntingly at Moira.
“Cunt,” Moira snarled as she stepped forward and sent her
own heavy trophies back into Susan’s breasts with a dense,
splattering smack of thick tit flesh against tit flesh. Beth
felt a shiver of pure carnal electricity shatter through
her, shooting from her heart down to her throbbing sex as
she watched, heard and FELT the four quivering breasts
collide and smack together. Moira tossed her thick, wet
hair back away from her face as she placed her hands on her
hips and led with her chest, meeting Susan head on in a
clash of glistening, soap-slick boobs. It was true Susan
had the advantage in mass, but Moira’s aggression was
making up for the difference, and Susan was recovering
from a hard-fought sparring wrestle with Rachel. Beth
studied their bodies, noting their basic equivalence while
taking in their differences, from Susan’s sharp, stylish
short hairdo, dark roots frosted with golden blonde
highlights and her the almost black triangle of fur between
her legs and Moira’s soft, dirty blonde locks and dirty
blonde, thick pubic curls. If Susan’s tits were bigger,
Moira had the superior pelvis, broader and more flaring
than Susan’s trim, athletic but still quite powerful hips.
The two powerful women shoved each other back and forth
across the little shower arena, thrusting their jiggling,
supple tits together, banging the hot glands against one
another fiercely, snarling into each other’s faces as the
battle intensified in the center of the shower. Beth’s mouth
was dry as she drank in the sight of the two awesomely
matched women pressing and smacking together chest against
chest, naked muscles flexing and coiling along their legs,
asses, backs and stomachs as they slammed together.
Beth could see Susan’s fury growing and Moira’s cold
glare turning murderous as their breasts reddened and
nipples lengthened with the stinging impacts. “You fucking
cow,” Moira snarled, glaring hatefully at Susan’s
intimidating tits.
“You big jealous bitch,” Susan growled back. The two women
now closed into a tight, angry clinch, Susan reaching for
Moira’s hair while Moira, frustrated by the trainer’s
short hairdo, clamped her arms around Susan’s muscular
back and neck to hug her in closer. Beth watched as Susan
jabbed her fist into Moira’s stomach, dull smacks ringing
out in the shower as her knuckles punched into the dirty
blonde’s flat abs. She was obviously trying to bring the
struggle to a quick conclusion but Moira’s supple
abdominals were clearly stronger than they looked. The two
powerful women’s big breasts rippled and jostled against one
another as they locked their arms around each other’s necks,
fingers grabbing at hair, until their soaking wet knockers
began slapping together like church bell clappers, nipples
pointing toward the floor now as the women wrestled together
with their upper bodies almost horizontal, muscular backs
rippling with effort as they strained against one another.
As both women’s thighs spread wide to maintain balance and
leverage, Moira paid Susan back with a sharp fist jab
into the trainer’s stomach. Then both women adjusted their
aim, sending their free fists plunging into each other’s
exposed, hanging breasts while they clinched roughly
together, gasping and swearing against each other’s
shoulders. “Big whore!” Moira growled as she smacked her
fist into Susan’s swinging tits.
“Fucking lesbian tramp!” Susan spat. “Is this how mad you
get when I mess with your girlfriend?” Suddenly Rachel
sprang forward. “Shut your mouth!” she shouted, and before
Beth could react the elegant blonde locked her arms around
Susan’s waist, reaching around to yank at the trainer’s
dark, exposed pubic fur.
“Get the fuck off me!” Susan snapped as she and Moira
continued to trade vicious punches to each other’s breasts.
Beth quickly lurched forward and grabbed the back of
Rachel’s scalp, yanking her off of Susan before she could
consolidate her grip. Rachel immediately got in Beth’s face
and Beth found herself nose to nose with the elegant blonde,
Rachel’s lovely features suddenly twisted with jealousy and
outrage.
Rachel tried to force her way past Beth and Beth
instinctively met the other woman chest to chest. She felt
another electric shock of erotic desire rock through her
body as her naked, slippery breasts met Rachel’s startlingly
firm and dense glands. Beth’s own breasts had been pounding
with blood flow as her excitement over the growing brawl
mounted, and at the touch of Rachel’s boobs against hers she
felt her nipples harden to inch-long daggers flicking
against Rachel’s equally stiff pink rods, and her heavy,
twin orbs grow stiff and firm with arousal at the feel of
the platinum blonde’s pert behemoths contesting with hers.
“Take your hands off me!” Rachel snapped, tearing her arm
free from Beth’s grip and forcing their struggling breasts
into even closer contact.
“Let ‘em fight!” Beth growled warningly. “You started this
shit!” she added, knowing that it was only half true. She
and Rachel were equally complicit, equally manipulative—and
her body was itching to find out how equal they were in
other matters.
“Get your weak little body out of here,” Rachel snarled into
Beth’s face, her elegant features still twisted with an
oddly desperate emotion. “You don’t rate fighting with women
like us!”
“You fucking full-of-yourself bitch,” Beth said as she
strained against Rachel chest to chest. “You think I’m not
good enough for you? I’ve whipped more snotty sluts than
you’ll ever tussle up with, honey!”
“You don’t know the first thing about real power,” Rachel
hissed, hot spit spraying from the platinum blonde’s elegant
mouth onto Beth’s lips. “When I fight I fight to
dominate—whether it’s a weakling like Moira or your big
tough trainer friend, and I’ll have you know I dominated
that big chest of hers not ten minutes ago!”
“Is that right?” Beth said, angered in spite of herself as
she thrust her firm chest roughly against Rachel’s. “Well I
fight anyone I want to, and that includes your precious,
pretty Moira—and as a matter of fact we were having our
own sweaty little sparring match in the room down the hall
while you were pressing tits with Susan, so suck on that.”
“You cheap hussy,” Rachel snarled, shoving Beth back against
the slippery tiled wall with a sudden thrust of furious
power. Before she knew it her body was pinned by the
platinum blonde’s hot, shockingly hard muscle and the
stunning contrast between her python-like thighs and biceps
and her seductive, supple tits as they squirmed and jiggled
against Beth’s. Rachel pressed cheek to cheek with Beth and
she suddenly felt the elegant blonde’s pelvis press against
hers, her hot platinum fur briefly searing against Beth’s
butterscotch bush.
Beth coiled a powerful arm around Rachel’s waist, locking
the aggressive blonde’s body into position against hers. Now
that she’d entered the fray she could no longer resist the
potent mix of female violence and sexual tension in the damp
air, and she knew that here and now no bodily weapon was off
limits.
Eagerly, she jammed her hot fur aggressively against
Rachel’s and felt the blonde pant hungrily as she returned
the thrust, both women measuring their coarse pubic curls
against one another. “You hairy bitch,” she snarled into
Rachel’s ear as she matched her throbbing jungle fur against
Rachel’s.
“Rough cunt,” Rachel hissed back at her as the two women
angrily rubbed cunt against cunt.
“Don’t ever tell me I’m not good enough to match up against
a woman like you—or your cheap gym girlfriend!” Beth
snarled, baring her teeth against Rachel’s mouth. The
encounter had already progressed past her wildest fantasies,
and Beth could feel all the old sensations of womanly combat
and tight competition flooding back into her nervous system.
“You’re nothing but a gutter tramp,” Rachel moaned, her
elegant mouth twisting in hate against Beth’s lush lips.
“Your body’s no match for mine and it’s no match for
Moira’s!”
“I’ll match up against you or her any time!” Beth said,
thrusting hotly against Rachel’s supple pelvis, tangling her
searing pubic curls against the blonde’s.
Suddenly another hand yanked savagely at Beth’s neck-length
hair and Beth found herself torn away from Rachel. Moira,
her smokey gray eyes blazing with fury, loomed in front of
her now, smacking viciously at Beth’s face as she dragged
her along the shower wall. “Keep your fucking cunt away from
her!” Moira shouted, jamming her fist into Beth’s stomach
while she yanked her hair. The dirty blonde was straining to
break free of Susan’s hold as the trainer tugged at her
thick hair from behind and attempted to pin one of her arms
back to keep her off Beth. Instead Moira twisted free of
Susan and tackled Rachel, the two women thrashing into an
ugly, scratching clinch as they took out their frustration
and jealousy on each other. Now it was Moira’s turn to pin
Rachel against the wall and Beth watched as the dirty
blonde’s gorgeously curvy, supple ass flexed and throbbed as
she thrust into Rachel’s waiting pelvis and the two angry
blondes smashed their bare, soaking breasts together.
“Is this what you
want to do to her?” Moira demanded as she smacked her cunt
into Rachel’s, forcing groans from the platinum blonde as
she pumped her steaming sex into the other blonde’s aroused
cunt.
“Is this what YOU
were doing to her in the other sparring room?” Rachel shot
back, choking and hissing against Moira’s mouth as the two
women struggled against each other. As they rolled against
the wall the two women fell against one of the shower
controls and a hot spray of water began to add to the steamy
atmosphere of the room. Just as Beth was taking in the
spectacle her face was rocked by another slap that forced
her to whirl and face Susan as the other trainer now
advanced on her, her mammoth breasts shaking until they
impacted Beth’s.
“You set me up,” Susan snarled drunkenly, the sting of
alcohol strong on her breath. Susan dug her fingers into
Beth’s hair and slammed her back against the wall again.
“You let that psycho bitch spar with me…just like you’re
always trying to start something up between the two of us!”
“You’re out of your mind!” Beth lied, gripping Susan’s
powerful forearms and trying to peel away her vise-like
grip. “You think I’m so hard up I need to get off on your
muscle, miss bad-ass?”
She felt herself slipping to the floor and the coursing
water from the open shower spigot splashed around her firm
ass as it hit the tiles. She pulled Susan downward and
both women spilled onto the floor, thrashing furiously in a
fight neither had wanted only moments earlier. She felt
Susan pinning her, controlling her, her heavy mammaries
weighing down Beth’s chest as she squirmed on her back
against the slippery shower tiles beneath her. She managed
to twist sideways and find one of Susan’s meaty breasts
with her mouth, and she angrily bit at the sweet meat, happy
to throw any remaining inhibitions to the winds. Moira and
Rachel had thrashed their way down to the floor too and they
now fought beside Beth and Susan, rolling over and over
each other as their arms and legs gripped each other.
Susan forced her forearm down onto Beth’s neck as she bent
down to return the tit bite, sinking her teeth into the
puckered flesh of Beth’s aureole, threatening her erect
nipple with her teeth. Beside her Beth saw Rachel and
Moira locked together, straining breast to breast, fingers
locked in each other’s soaking wet hair while each girl
spread her opponent’s thighs and pounded at her exposed
pussy in an attempt to defeat and dominate, each young woman
wrestling her way on top of her adversary to grind and pump
hungrily.
She suddenly met Susan’s brown eyes as the muscular
trainer held her down and the two Y staff members glanced at
the thrashing, fucking competitors beside them. Susan
vengefully positioned her pussy against Beth’s and Beth
squirmed, her abs tensing against Susan’s and her thighs
locking onto Whit’s in anticipation as Susan growled, “Is
that what you want you big cunt?”
“If you’re woman enough to give it to me,” Beth found
herself whispering back. With a sudden burst of electric
friction Susan’s cunt powered into Beth’s waiting snatch
and for several long moments the two couples thrashed,
pumped and fucked side by side in the half inch of water on
the shower floor, all four women fighting for dominance and
respect as they worked their jealousy and aggression out on
each other. Beth found herself riding Susan for several
minutes, feasting on the bottle blonde’s massive, meaty
breasts as both women urged and ordered each other to suck
each other’s tits. Beside them Rachel and Moira raged and
stroked at each other, biting breasts and mouths with hunger
and hatred, their two perfect, muscular asses struggling for
dominance as each mounted the other, delivering stroke after
sizzling stroke into each other’s waiting, ravenous pussies.
Beth felt herself come first underneath one of Susan’s
pumping, muscular attacks, but she quickly reversed their
positions and ground an equally intense orgasm out of
Susan, delighting in her obscenities as she bucked and
moaned underneath Beth’s muscles. Beside them she heard
Rachel pant and moan through a shaking climax, gaspingly
recover and then twist and mount Moira in carnal revenge
until the dirty blonde bucked her way through her own
orgasm.
Beth twisted up to find herself staring into Rachel’s face,
shoulder to shoulder as they each thrashed against their
quarry’s body underneath them. “You cunt,” she hissed at
Rachel.
“Weak bitch,” Rachel sneered back. Beth quickly reached out
to yank the platinum blonde’s hair and Rachel hungrily
cupped one of Susan’s big breasts, digging her nails into
the gland until Susan screeched in pain.
“Suck my tits you arrogant tramp!” Susan growled, bucking
and squirming against Beth while she grabbed at Rachel’s arm
and dragged her closer. Beth bit at Rachel’s shoulder and
suddenly felt Moira’s hands on her breasts, squeezing and
pinching them mercilessly. Beth managed to slip her free
hand between Rachel’s thighs and feel where the platinum
blonde’s burning hot vulva and pubic fur mingled with
Moira’s. Viciously, she dug her fingers into both women’s
vulva, twisting the soft flesh and hot fur around her
fingers, digging her nails into the yielding, delicate
petals of their competing labia until both women hissed and
screamed in protest.
Somehow all four women’s upper bodies locked together,
straining against one another in a hideous tangle of arms,
quivering breasts, tangled hair and angry, biting mouths.
Beth felt teeth scrape her cheek and neck, fingers tear at
her hair, a knee smash into her stomach, while she scratched
and squeezed at heavy, jiggling breasts, tugged at nipples
and twisted at pubic hair. Rachel managed to clamp her
fingers onto Beth’s cunt and take revenge for her attack on
Rachel and Moira’s sex, and she felt Susan twisting her
tits while the other trainer bit at Beth’s ear and neck. She
sank a fist into Moira’s supple abs and then managed to
lock her mouth onto the dirty blonde’s until both women
moaned against each other’s lips and teeth, exchanging
savage sex bites, gasping against each other’s mouths.
She jerked as a tongue entered her pussy, twisted down to
see Rachel licking and biting her cunt. Grabbing the
platinum blonde’s hair, she sucked on Moira’s tongue while
Susan licked and bit at the dirty blonde’s breasts. She
felt her ass smacked and scratched, stomach punched; she
locked thighs with Rachel for one minute, then suffocated
with Moira’s thighs clamping around her head for another.
The hot shower
spray lubricated their tiring bodies as the thrashing, four
way battle dragged on, Beth, Susan, Moira and Rachel
snarling obscenities, dirty threats and challenges as they
switched up, slapped and bit their way through the
exhausting, marathon brawl. Finally Beth found herself
beside Susan on her knees while they both faced Moira
and Rachel, all four women panting, glistening with water
and sweat, their bitten and abraded breasts thrust out at
one another challengingly, hair matted, tangled and soaked,
each dragging her nails up and down the curvy, supple torso
of the woman in front of her, yanking hair, biting at necks
and mouths. Somehow they had retreated to their original,
twisted alliances, Beth flanking Susan against Rachel and
Moira.
“We’re going to beat your pussies,” Susan panted, leaning
toward Rachel as the platinum blonde sullenly aimed her big
breasts upward to meet Susan’s.
“We’ll pound yours raw,” Moira gasped out her own threat
as she wrapped an arm around Beth’s waist, dragging her in
close until their breasts met wetly, hotly, hard nipples
stabbing in a last contest of attrition as their exhausted
owners pressed chins together and snarled their hatred
against each other’s mouths.
“We’re better than you,” Rachel moaned as she positioned her
own breasts against Susan’s, crushing her bitten, abraded
nipples against Susan’s sore, brown rods, their four
weapons slowly slashing and grinding agonizingly together.
“Trainer or not, we’re going to dominate you here and now.”
Beth turned to mash her lips hotly against Susan’s in a
searing good luck kiss before turning back to face Rachel
and Moira. “We’re going to fuck you, you big cunts…right
fucking now.”
As if on silent agreement all four women reached down and
dug their fingers into each other’s hot, matted pussy fur,
twisting the pubic hair around each other’s fingers until
they all squirmed and hissed in pain. Then the women began
to squeeze, knead and explore each other’s vulva and labia,
finally slipping fingers, then fists up inside each other,
twisting their knuckles inside those hot, slippery caverns
to force sweat, moans, and shaking orgasm after orgasm from
one another. Beth glared into Moira’s eyes as she violated
her, and squeezed her own gripping vaginal walls around
Moira’s fist, taking it inside her ravenously while she
fucked her opponent. She listened to Susan and Rachel
groan as they invaded one another, thrusting their slippery,
throbbing breasts together and finally beginning to lick,
suck and wrestle tongue against tongue in an attempt to
overwhelm one another sexually. Beth felt Moira’s soft
mouth caress hers and she too began to probe tongue against
tongue, feinting and coiling her thick, long taste organ
around Moira’s as they both fought to invade each other’s
mouths, bite and lick each other into submission.
“Cunt!” she snarled against Moira’s mouth, and she tasted
Moira’s hot breath as her rival snarled “Pussy!” back at
her.
“Big, hot bitch!” Susan spat against Rachel’s mouth.
“Cheap whore!” Rachel shot back. After that none of the four
women were capable of speech, only animalistic moans as they
pumped inside each other, hungrily tongued and bit, smearing
burning breasts and nipples across one another. Beth felt
wave after wave of pleasure shaking through her as she began
to collapse against Moira, collapse against Rachel,
against Susan, all four women sinking into a pool of arms
and legs, of heaving, teeth-marked breasts and raw nipples,
claw-marked asses and thighs, gasping mouths, tangled hair
and sore, satisfied cunts. Beth rested against one of the
other women’s breasts—she didn’t know whose.
Exhaustedly, she licked at a softening nipple while its
owner twitched against her.
Slowly the four women withdrew, breasts heaving, exchanging
wary, hateful glances, until the two tangled up couples
faced each other seated, legs splayed and overlapping so
they formed a rough circle with their backs to the outside.
Beth had her right arm around Susan’s back; facing them,
Moira and Rachel also embraced side to side, turning to
glare at each other before exchanging hungry, hot kisses and
slow bites.
Beth turned slowly to face Susan. In the heat of that last
tangle they had touched, bitten and licked, but now that
first rush of animal lust had subsided and cold calculation
took over for an instant. Susan’s face was still slack
with arousal, but there was a flicker of disgust and
betrayal there in her lovely features as she sat nose to
nose with Beth. Beth moved forward and Susan retreated for
a second, then kissed her viciously. She nosed past Beth’s
mouth, slid along her cheek and hissed in her ear, loud
enough to be heard over the spray of water still dousing the
four women from one of the shower heads.
“You wanted this. You’ve been pushing my buttons from the
start, and now you set me up with that psycho bitch so I
hope you’re happy with the fuck party.”
Beth pulled her closer, delighting in the feel of the other
trainer’s big bosom, the breasts she’d longed to feel and
compete with, sliding and pressing slickly against her own
boobs. “Don’t tell me you didn’t want it, and you were happy
to power fuck that snotty cunt so don’t tell me I’m not good
enough for your body now.”
“Cunt,” Susan responded, tugging Beth into a mauling, hot
kiss. Beth slowly thrust her tongue deep into Susan’s
mouth, eager to taste the other woman for real, and
Susan’s tongue met hers full on, the two thick, pink
muscles powering against one another, straining to dominate
and lick. Next to them Beth could hear Moira and Rachel
moaning as they too licked and sucked one another in an
aggressive, hungry clinch of mouths. Then she heard Rachel
speak.
“You amateur bitches,” the platinum blonde taunted. “You
don’t know the first thing about fighting and fucking.”
Beth pulled out of the kiss and shot the other two women a
look. “We knew enough to make you two cum like nymphos,
didn’t we?” she said angrily.
“Fisting isn’t fucking,” Moira growled, her cold eyes
meeting Beth’s, slowly pressing Rachel backward. The
platinum blonde’s thighs spread wide and Moira leveraged
her slick, heavy breasts atop Rachel’s as she positioned
herself, hovering over Rachel’s wet, waiting body. “You need
an ass like mine to really pound a woman’s pussy good,” she
said, cocking her pear-shaped, muscular ass in the air over
Rachel’s splayed hips and upthrust cunt as she crouched
beside Beth and Susan.
Beth felt an immediate flush of competitive fury. There was
no doubt Moira’s ass was awesome but Beth had always
considered her own buns to be the hottest, most toned and
muscular in the gym. She turned back to Susan and pressed
her backwards a bit, breast to breast, and positioned
herself on her hands and knees over Susan as the other
trainer reclined. Now Beth too flexed and flaunted her sexy,
powerful ass as she crouched parallel to Moira. “You
really think your ass has anything on mine? I can bring my
woman off before you and make her cum harder than you ever
could, honey.”
Both women glared at each other as they nestled down over
their willing partners, Rachel and Susan both arching
their backs, eyeing each other jealously as they displayed
their proud, massive breasts for both each other and their
partners while Beth and Moira flexed their asses, thighs
and back muscles in a threatening, fiery display, their lush
pelvises hovering over their partner’s, hot fur dangling
less than an inch over the waiting, angry pussies below. “If
you want a little fucking contest, bitch, bring it on,”
Moira purred. “Think they have anything on us, Rachel?”
she said, extending her tongue to give the platinum blonde’s
mouth a lick.
“Not a chance,” Rachel growled back, glaring at Beth and
Susan.
“Think we can outfuck them, Whit?” Beth said as she pressed
her breasts into Susan’s.
“Any time,” Susan said, staring at Rachel.
Beth slapped her hips down onto Susan’s and instantly she
heard the answering smack of Moira’s pelvis pounding down
against Rachel’s. The double smacking noises continued as
the two athletic women began to thrust and pump vigorously
into each other’s lovers. Susan’s cunt was sticky and
rough, and the heat and friction was unbearable at first—all
four women hissed and gasped and Beth felt Susan’s claws
grab her ass as she gyrated onto the other woman’s body.
She shot a glance down at Moira’s hot buns flexing and
pumping before meeting the other woman’s cool gray eyes.
“You think that ass of yours is so hot? I’ve been training
these buns since before you ever hit a gym, honey.”
“I’ll match my buns against yours any time,” Moira hissed
back. “Mine are stronger and sexier and they’ll outpump
yours any day of the week.”
“Just show them, Moira!” Rachel snarled underneath the
dirty blonde. “Show these bitches who fucks harder!”
“I can tell right now she pounds harder than you,” Susan
taunted Moira. “Beth’s hotter and stronger than you’ll
ever be!”
Beth felt a flush of pride and lust as Susan responded to
her and supported her as the contest intensified. The four
women began to buck and thrash and Beth felt Susan’s cunt
growing slippery and inviting as her own slick labia
squeezed, stroked and gripped Susan’s. She turned to glare
at Moira and the two women angrily stared each other down
as they continued to pound into the women below them. “I’ll
fuck you into the floor!” Moira snarled at her.
“I’ll beat you off hard!” Beth growled back. Suddenly
Moira reached out to yank Beth’s hair and Beth instantly
retaliated, jerking the other woman’s panting face closer.
“Think you’re hot?” she snarled, tugging Moira’s face in
so that she could bite at the other woman’s soft mouth.
“I’m a hundred times hotter than you,” Moira growled as
she bit back at Beth. Soon Moira’s hot, lush lips were
pressing against hers, almost stealing her breath as the two
women matched mouths. She plunged her tongue into Moira’s
mouth and the dirty blonde retaliated, both women moaning
against each other’s lips as they kissed savagely. Out of
the corner of her eye Beth could see Susan dueling
Rachel’s mouth with her own, the two women dodging and
feinting before locking into a biting duel just as heated as
the one she was engaging in with Moira. The other woman’s
bites were infuriating Beth, and even as she kept up her
passionate stroking of Susan’s pussy she felt a savage
instinct to engage Moira and finish the battle they’d
started earlier.
As if reading her mind, Moira jammed a thigh between
Beth’s and Susan’s hips, forcing Beth sideways. Beth
thrashed with her legs and managed to thrust her pelvis
against Moira’s and suddenly her throbbing pubic fur
thrashed against Moira’s dirty blonde curls, and Moira
instantly slammed her crotch forcefully into Beth’s, both
women aiming their opposing thighs in the air and against
one another while their free legs remained locked with those
of their lover’s. Moira beat her pelvis against Beth’s
savagely and Beth returned the favor, both women thrusting
and struggling in the spray as they writhed atop Rachel and
Susan.
Beth reached down to grip one of Moira’s ass cheeks,
squirming against the other woman’s breasts and belly while
Susan’s thighs gripped Beth’s pelvis, still feeding off
Beth’s thrusts even as she directed them at Moira. Beth
felt an answering grip on her own ass as Moira urged her
closer as the pelvic duel continued.
“Is that as hard as you can pound, honey?” Moira taunted
her as her soft mouth attacked Beth’s. “No wonder you and
Susan have never fucked.”
“You don’t know a thing about me, bitch,” Beth snarled
against Moira’s tongue. “Just because you got your first
taste of girl fucking doesn’t mean you stand a chance
against me or my ass.”
“My ass can outpump yours any day or night,” Moira shot
back, “Maybe I should give it to your little honey so she
can see what a real woman feels like.”
“Maybe I should teach that bottle blonde bitch of yours what
a real fucking is all about so you can learn a thing or
two!” Beth snarled into Moira’s mouth.
“Go ahead and try!” Rachel gasped as she pulled free from
Susan’s mouth. “You couldn’t get me to first base!”
“If you want a shot at my pussy come down here and get it!”
Susan spat up at Moira. “I’d like to see you try to do
me better than Beth can do your little hussy!”
“Fucking get off of her!” Moira said, shoving her off of
Susan. For a second the two women met on their knees over
Rachel and Susan and exchanged vicious slaps, then locked
in a tense hairpull.
“You want me to fuck your girl?” Beth taunted Moira. “I’ll
give her the ride of her life!”
“Not before I beat the cum out of your woman, baby!” Beth
snarled. She managed to thrust Moira backwards and they
both landed on their asses in the shower. Before Beth knew
it Rachel was on her and then Susan clashed with Moira
next to them on the floor. The two couples wrestled but
Susan and Rachel were both at a disadvantage from their
long, earlier fight, and Beth quickly found herself on top
of Rachel, the elegant, gorgeous blonde’s superb body
squirming underneath her while next to her Moira pinned
Susan, pressing the trainer’s sexy muscles and ass down
against the shower floor tiles.
Beth began to pound hotly into Rachel’s supple pelvis and
pussy, surprised by the vigorous bucking and thrusting the
platinum blonde managed as Beth gripped the other woman’s
wrists to pin her down. Beside her Moira’s lush, athletic
body strained and flexed atop Susan and the two women’s
eyes locked together again as they each began to savagely
fuck each other’s lovers.
Beth saw Susan moaning and bucking, her back arching to
present her magnificent tits to Moira, and the dirty
blonde eyed Beth spitefully as she licked and bit at Susan’s big nipples, her hot ass jerking as she gave it to
the trainer. As Susan convulsed underneath her Moira
taunted her, making sure Beth was watching as she snarled,
“Come on, admit I give it to you better! Has her ass ever
whipped you this good?
Beth was making equal progress with Rachel, although the
arrogant blonde fought savagely, her face fierce with hatred
as she bashed her own plump breasts against Beth’s and dug
her nails viciously into Beth’s ass. Beth recognized a
fellow sadist in Rachel, another woman who enjoyed
manipulating, teasing and hurting others, and for a few
seconds she forgot about Moira and reveled in the
damaging, burning battle between her own hot, furry cunt and
Rachel’s. “Go ahead and fuck back, baby, because you know
I’m going to do you dirtier than that soft bitch Moira
ever has!”
“You’re nothing like her!” Rachel groaned, forcing her mouth
against Beth’s.
“No, I’m stronger and hotter,” Beth said, shooting a
taunting look at Moira.
“I’ll outlast you,” Moira panted as she stared back. “I’ll
fuck her harder than you ever could.”
“I’m going to tease your woman’s clit,” Beth growled.
“I’ll show your girl mine is bigger than hers,” Moira
snarled. “And yours!”
“In your dreams, baby!” Beth said, eagerly stroking as she
felt her clitoris popping from its hood. “When I’m done with
your bitch I’ll dominate your clit once and for all!”
For long moments the pumping, gasping and moaning
intensified until all four women began to thrash with
quaking orgasms. Beth stared murderously into Moira’s eyes
as she came and saw the other woman’s face slacken with
orgasmic pleasure, while Rachel and Susan screamed and
thrashed underneath them.
“Like watching your little slut cum under me?” she demanded.
“Your bitch came twice as hard!” Moira snapped back.
All four women thrashed free of each other, slipping on the
floor as they sat on their asses facing one another, legs
overlapping. Unable to contain her fury, Moira reached for
Beth’s hair and tugged her closer.
“Get off her!” Susan growled as she lunged between them.
Beth locked her thighs around Moira but suddenly felt one
of Rachel’s legs slip between them. Grabbing Rachel’s hair
she gripped both Moira’s and Rachel’s bodies while Susan
wrestled next to her. Once again the four slippery, bulging
women’s bodies began to tangle and meld on the wet floor,
squirming under the hot spray. Beth managed to scissor
Moira while Susan’s thigh squirmed between their
bellies, then Rachel’s pelvis somehow intervened to meet
Susan’s. Beth smashed her cunt against Moira’s and
watched as Rachel’s pussy met Susan’s. She ground into
Moira’s cunt, then slipped and smacked briefly into
Rachel’s snatch to meet her in a furious grind before
returning to Moira, angrily seeking the other woman’s
clit.
The four women wrestled over one another, body slipping and
sliding over body, arms and legs locking, gripping and
thrashing as they grabbed breasts, bit at nipples, tore at
hair and bashed cunt against cunt on the slippery floor.
Beth’s pelvis sampled Susan’s for one hot moment while
Moira bit and sucked at her breasts an Rachel licked and
bit at Susan’s quivering tits. For a feverish moment Beth
lost track of the fingers and mouths attacking her body and
the flesh under her lips and teeth. The moans, gasps,
threats and curses issuing from all four women became a riot
of pure animal expression as they clawed, hugged and thrusted.
Finally Beth found Moira and angrily hugged her in a full
body clinch, spreading her thighs wide to match Moira’s as
the two newly minted rivals fulfilled their promise to
challenge each other’s clits. Beth’s sex organ had stiffened
to a thumb-sized weapon in the heat of the battle and she
was gratified to finally feel an equally thick shaft
emerging from Moira’s labia, thrusting through the sticky,
tangled and hot mess of her pubic fur to meet Beth’s. Beth
pinned the other woman but Moira quickly matched her
thighs and squirmed sideways, giving their two powerful
asses equal leverage as they began to thrust and fence.
It had been a long time since Beth had met another woman on
this intimate, filthy level, and the astonishing stabbings
of Moira’s clit against her own, and her enemy’s probing
of her yielding labia with that stiff pink weapon, was
everything she had hoped for when she’d initiated this
confrontation. “Feel me, bitch?” Moira hissed into her
ear, as if reading her thoughts.
“You feel what I’ve got, cunt?” Beth snarled back as she
matched the full length of her clit against Moira’s. With
superb muscle control the two women began to slide and saw
their clitorises against each other length to length,
dodging past to invade one another’s pussies at every
opportunity before returning to match sexual organs in an
insanely arousing duel. On the floor next to them Beth saw
Rachel and Susan engaging in an equally intense sexual
tussle, Susan struggling valiantly and maintaining equal
footing with the elegant Rachel as their bodies squirmed,
hot asses flexing as they contested cunt against cunt and,
Beth was certain, clit against clit.
Beth stabbed hotly against Moira, marveling at the other
woman’s seductively soft and yielding yet muscular body as
it opposed hers, their nipples tangling slickly, breasts
mushrooming under tight pressure as they clinched, gasping
against each other’s open mouths. Beth fought to press her
clit against Moira’s, gauging the length and thickness of
the enemy organ against her own and finding them shockingly
similar, equally hot and hard as they stroked and bent
electrifyingly against one another.
Her body shook with climax after climax as she gripped
Moira, allowing the other woman’s orgasms to feed her own.
It seemed like hours before her clit began to soften against
Moira’s in time with the other woman’s weakening, their
cunts stroking softly now as they each squeezed the last few
ounces of pleasure from one another, while on the floor next
to them Susan and Rachel too moaned and purred into a
semi-conscious, orgasmically wracked state of oblivion.
For long minutes the only sound in the shower was the spray
of water, cooling to a chill now, and gasping, labored
breathing from the four combatants. Finally Beth raised
herself on her elbows, staring across her soaking, ravaged
breasts toward Moira and Rachel. Beside her, Susan took
a similar, exhausted posture, eyeing Moira and Rachel
warily.
“We should have kicked you two bitches out at the first sign
of trouble,” Susan said grimly.
“Good luck with that,” Rachel said haughtily. “We’ve got
just as much on you two as you have on us.”
“Fine,” Beth snapped. “Now we know just what to expect from
you.”
“Any time you want another confrontation just you dare to
get in my way,” Moira said pointedly to Beth.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” Beth replied coldly. “Just call
me your personal trainer.”
THE END