MARRYING JIM - PART 4
by Catharsis
Part 4 - An Old-Fashioned Acrimony
Lois Carrington ran through her mental checklist for the fourth time. Everything
was in place and everyone knew what they needed to do. They'd better. She wended
her way down a pair of service stairs and past the basement boiler room of the
conference center where, in less than two hours, the wedding she had worked so
hard to arrange would finally take place. Reaching an unmarked door, she knocked
-- three times, then two, and then four. The lock clicked and Beth's face
appeared through the narrow crack in the cautiously opened door.
"Everything okay?" the brunette asked.
"Yes, thank goodness. How are you?"
"Well, take a look."
The door opened onto a small room with a table and a full length mirror against
one wall and a chair sitting across from it. Filling the center of the space was
Beth, Jim's bride to be, perfectly made up and adorned with a gorgeous white
gown. Lois smiled as tears threatened to choke her up.
"You look absolutely beautiful," Lois said. The son she had raised through
adolescence and the loss of his father was moving on to someone new. He'll be in
good hands, she thought. Beth would stick with him through the worst that life
could throw at him.
"Anything wrong?" Beth asked.
"Hmm? Oh, no. I was just thinking. Reminiscing, actually. Your parents are here
and are all ready. Jim's here, chatting with them. Everything is all set. This
will be a day to remember for the rest of your life!"
"So, no Harcourts..."
"None. Yet, at least. But you don't need to worry your head with any of that.
You just let your mother in law handle any problems that arise, okay? You know I
can be tough when I have to, right?" Beth blushed and let out a light chuckle.
"I've instructed the bridesmaids that you will show up at the appropriate time.
They want to see you, of course, but nobody except me knows where you are right
now."
"Just to be safe."
"Exactly. Is there anything you need, anything at all? You've got makeup,
mirror, hairbrush, booze, aspirin..."
"I'm fine," Beth assured her. "You know that your daughter in law's not too bad
when the going gets rough, either, right?"
Lois smiled. A wistful expression then fell across her face. "You be good to
him, now."
"I promise."
"You know what's in store for you if you don't."
For a moment, Lois' eyes flashed a warning, and Beth's mouth set in a tight line
of determination. Both women burst out laughing a second later and embraced in a
loving hug.
"Call my cell phone if you need anything," Lois said as they parted.
"I will."
Lois's gloved hands shook as she adjusted the corsage on her lavender dress and
mounted the stairs back to the main floor. Part of her wanted some crisis to
erupt so she could put an end to the nervous double-checking of every last
detail. She didn't want to give any of the guests jitters, but she realized that
the longer she darted this way and that and micromanaged each preparation, the
more likely they would catch the anxiety she suffered from.
She met up with ushers, two of which were hitting on Natalie and her younger
sister, and reassured them that all was well.
"Relax, will you? Take a break." Natalie said.
"It's a mother's job to be worried," Lois countered with a gentle smile, and she
set off to make another round of the rooms she had reserved for the occasion.
One by one, they all checked out. The main doors to the banquet room were
locked, as it had been ever since the caterers had decorated it the day before.
She poked her head in the kitchen and saw someone chopping up tomatoes for the
fresh salsa that would accompany the fish.
"Is Eduardo here?"
The assistant chef turned around, startled. "No, he's out at the truck."
"Anyone come through here in the last fifteen minutes?"
"I don't think so. I was putting the desserts in the big freezer earlier,
though. You looking for someone?"
"Not really." Lois turned to go. She tried to quiet the small nag that popped
into her mind, and then stopped. She had achieved her success by being finicky
about little details, and reminded herself that this was no time to ignore any
doubts that her intuition brought to her attention.
She walked through the narrow door that separated the kitchen from the dining
hall and glanced around. She stopped, and then shut the simple bolt that locked
the door from the inside. In the center of the room, a large round table with a
white cloth and an artfully arching centerpiece gleamed like the purest ivory
tulip. Arranged like burgundy petals around it, the smaller guest tables circled
the floor. Every place setting was meticulously symmetrical with its partners,
and even the floral bouquets that graced the room stood like mirror images
guarding the corners.
Lois inhaled deeply, and addressed the one item that was out of place in the
whole affair.
"I don't remember inviting you."
"How strange that is, too," Esther Harcourt chirped. "You're normally so picky
about not missing a thing." She sauntered towards Lois, eyeing her rival with
caution. Esther was decked out in a navy blue dress, matching gloves that ran
halfway to her elbows, dark stockings, and high heeled pumps. The result showed
off what her frumpy outfit the day of the rehearsal hadn't: an attractive and
well built figure for someone her age.
"Of course," Esther continued, "it was precisely that trait that made me realize
you'd come visit this room sooner or later." Her eyes searched for a reaction,
but Lois gave her none. "And I do know that you only reserved this one hall for
dinner. You have no backup in case any mayhem were to throw this one into
disarray..."
"This is it, hmm? Your final tantrum before the gold you expected to dig out of
Wallace is permanently out of your grasp? How is he by the way? That dialysis
machine working fine for him?"
"I'm not here for the money. I don't even care that you managed to maneuver a
wedding this elaborate underneath the noses of the town's grapevine, and that
George's son is marrying some pouty-lipped hussy. I'm just here to make sure you
don't get to enjoy it."
"Good, because I've had it with your annoying interference. If you decided to
pick this day as the one where we settle our little quarrel, that's fine with
me."
"'Little' quarrel? Oh, my dear, you seem to be laboring under the delusion that
we are on equal footing. It was you who committed the unforgivable act that
began this sad charade. Everything I have done since then has been to right the
wrongs you have made, and to teach you proper respect for your betters."
"I'll respect my ELDERS if they act in a way that merits it. All I've seen from
you, or the other withered crones in that bridge club of yours, is petty
jealousy. Twenty years of juvenile sour grapes and schoolyard sniping because
George Carrington married an out-of-town girl. That bunch of self-important
windbags is well beneath me, and you most of all!"
Esther picked up a fluted champagne glass and flung it in naked fury.
"I can replace that," Lois said, careful to control her anger.
"Can you replace all of them? Can you? Can you replace the years of humiliation
I've suffered at the hands of creditors and bank auditors? Can you undo the
shame you caused by dragging Wallace's name through the mud after George died?"
"Your husband couldn't keep his dick in his pants. The fact that he happened to
be a frequent customer of the call girl racket my society column exposed isn't
my fault. It was your being so stuck up and frigid that drove him into the arms
of-."
"Shut up, you low-born whore! There are rules in this town, whether you like
them or not. They serve to maintain order, not disrupt it like your filthy
muckraking did."
"I'll bow down to your clique of constipated judges of proper behavior when Hell
freezes over. The reign of you nosy neighbors and the fear of ostracism you used
to wield is ending."
Esther drew herself up to full height. "Over my dead body."
Lois matched her aggressive pose. "If you so wish."
"Our ways will survive long after I'm gone, missy." Esther took a step forward
and removed her shoes. "Your irritating group of self-righteous nobodies,
however, relies on you and the money you have. Once you are no longer leading
them, they'll fold like the house of cards they are."
"You'd love to test that theory, wouldn't you? Go ahead. I've locked the door.
No one's going to interrupt us." Lois slipped out of her heels and moved into a
more open area of the floor to her right. Esther sidestepped, and the two women
began to circle each other slowly. "Of course, that means that nobody will be
able to rescue you from the beating you're about to get."
Esther chuckled. "How completely you've forgotten the outcome of our first
duel."
"Esther, that was a skirmish compared to what I have in store for you. I said it
earlier and I meant it. I'm through with you. This war between the two of us, it
ends here. Right now."
"Take your best shot. You HACK!"
Just like old friends know the best ways of teasing each other, old enemies
learn the same things, but for a different purpose. Esther sneered wickedly as
her epithet had its desired effect, snapping the last thread of restraint in
Lois' mind.
The slap that cracked across Esther's cheek knocked her head sideways and stung
Lois' fingers dearly. Esther replied with a smack of her own, which Lois took
with barely a wince. Both snarling females paused, well aware of the line they
had stepped over -- one from which there was no turning back.
"I'm going to humiliate you so completely," Lois growled.
"You just try," Esther said, anger carving deep lines her face, "You just try."
Lois charged, batted away Esther's defending arms and dug her hands into her
foe's auburn hair. Yanking hard, she twisted Esther's head sideways, but only
for a moment. Slowly, inexorably, Esther righted herself and then grabbed two
fierce fistfuls of Lois' platinum blonde perm. The two women stood still pulling
and tugging for a full minute, fighting against the pain as much as they fought
against each other. Lois finally had enough of Esther's nasty grip and shook her
head in an effort to dislodge it. It didn't work. Furious, she kicked out with
her knee, only for it to collide with Esther's knee with a loud whack.
Letting go with one hand, Lois wrapped her arm around Esther's head and drew it
downward. Esther fought back, but Lois had gained a temporary advantage. The
blonde leveraged her weight and gradually forced Esther to bend over. The older
woman's fingers remained latched onto Lois' hair, however, driving her insane
with agony. Lois tightened her hold around Esther's neck and moved to wrestle
her into a full headlock. Bit by bit, her arm snaked about her opponent's head
as she poured all her strength into the battle.
Suddenly, her progress stopped. Esther let go of Lois' hair with one hand and
her fingers stabbed into Lois' back. A mighty struggle ensued. Lois tried her
best to keep Esther down, but Esther clawed her way up Lois' body inch by inch
until their faces were even. Lois responded by lashing both arms around Esther
and squeezing as hard as she could. Esther let out a groan, and then
reciprocated the assault.
Dancing a chaotic tango, the well-dressed women staggered and stumbled around in
a tight bear hug. Back and forth they wrenched each other from side to side,
grunting in a most unladylike manner. Face to face grimacing and panting, Lois
and Esther felt their ribs compress as they crushed their breasts together. On
and on the contest spiraled further and further out of control, each attempting
to outdo the other with how much constriction their muscles could endeavor as
they spun about the floor. A slight slackening allowed both to catch a quick
breath, but that was the only break either took. Fingers raking thin satin
material, the two tore into each other, releasing years of pent up hostility.
Soon, panting turned to outright groaning. They looked into each other's eyes
and saw that all their effort hadn't had any real effect. Esther pressed her
forehead rudely against Lois'. Lois pushed back, and both quickly ratcheted up
the power they drove through their temples. Their close embrace weakened, but
their arms remained draped around each other as Esther tried to force her foe's
head backwards. Lois began to get the worst of it. Her neck muscles sang out in
pain. Her hands grasped for a better purchase, and her fingertips clung to the
top of the back of Esther's dress. The war raged on, with Lois being forced back
slowly and her fingers pulling harder and harder on Esther's clothing.
With an abrupt ripping sound, the zipper on the back of Esther's outfit tore
open from neck to waist. Lois' head slipped to the side and the women collapsed
into a hug, cheek to cheek. Breathing heavily, neither moved for a moment. Then,
Esther reached up and tugged Lois' zipper down. Still wrapped so closely
together, the heat from their shoulders warming their chins, they spoke.
"You still think you can take me?"
"Scared from last time, are we?"
"I'll match my boobs against your ugly bags any day."
"Fine."
Lois and Esther parted. Never taking their eyes off each other, they began
shrugging out of their elegant dresses. With nary a blink of hesitation, they
lowered them to the floor and unhitched their bras. Soon, they stood half naked,
clothed in nothing more than panties, thigh-high stockings, and elbow-length
gloves. A smirk crept up Lois' lips.
"Enjoy that grin while it lasts," Esther sneered.
"It just feels great to clean up unfinished business."
"You stopped last time because you knew you were going to lose."
"Bullshit. My tits were punishing yours so badly you had to quit."
"That's a lie! We'll have no interruptions this time, so we'll see whose chest
destroys whose."
"Once and for all."
Neither woman broke the stare as they interlaced their gloved fingers and
gripped each other's hands tightly. Silently, Esther and Lois strode forward and
united their bodies in conflict once more. Breast met breast, pushing and
mashing. They twisted their shoulders, pouring on additional pressure first to
one side and then the other. Their fleshy globes bulged, skin growing smooth and
taut from the strain of holding up under the mutual onslaught. Toes planted
firmly, each used her legs to steady herself and increase the power of her
crushing boob attack.
For minutes, they remained locked tit to tit, occasionally sliding when their
stockinged feet lost purchase on the carpet. Their breasts heaved in time with
their rapid breathing and the waves of force being driven through them. Agony
tore through the warring females, but that didn't weaken their resolve. Lois
remembered going at it with Esther just like this many years ago. The draw that
had resulted after nearly half an hour of incessant titfighting had taught her
much. She was determined to outlast and finally defeat her most hated rival this
time. She shoved her left boob once again into Esther's right and swirled it
around, trying to find the spot that hurt the bitch the most.
Esther responded in kind, stabbing her hardened nipples deep into Lois' supple
flesh and attempting to destroy the blonde's pert orbs. Lois grunted in pain,
and threw her weight into a counterattack. Esther gritted her teeth, and the two
half-naked women froze in place like a stunning monument to feminine combat.
Moments ticked by, then Esther exhaled a tortured groan and reared back a bit.
Lois prepared herself, but let loose a whimper anyway when the full brunt of
Esther's forward thrust sent the pair's breasts slamming together even more
powerfully than before. It was taking everything Lois had to match Esther's
strength, but still she held her own despite the awful feeling that her boobs
were getting flattened.
Panting hard now, the topless mothers rammed and squeezed their tits together
ever more recklessly. Pain built up at each hard collision from sharp, stinging
pangs to a constant throbbing ache as they fought a pitched battle around the
small open space between the tables. Once, Lois backed Esther up against a chair
and used the leverage to press downwards onto her foe's breasts again and again.
Esther resisted and kept her balance long enough to muscle Lois to one side and
off of her. In a flash, the two united face to face and chest to chest,
struggling and straining to overpower each other. The stress on their boobs grew
intolerable. Their nipples screamed in agony as they poked into tender flesh and
dragged across soft skin time after time. Perspiration began to appear on their
foreheads and torsos, especially where their bare bodies touched and grinded
repeatedly.
Lois desperately wanted to let go of Esther's hands and ruin her rival's face.
From the look of frustration Esther wore, she wasn't alone, although neither
lady dared break the unspoken code of conduct they seemed to have agreed to. All
those years ago, Lois had stood up to Esther's iron grip on town society and the
two had continued sniping at each other through intermediaries for weeks.
Everything had come to a head during Jim's high school prom, and the two had
been shuffled off to a room in the hotel where the party had been going on.
There, in front of a small group of each's supporters, their open scoffing at
each other's figures led to them to lay bare their true feelings, as well as
their gorgeous bosoms. The ferocity of the long, sweaty battle that erupted
between their evenly-matched pairs of tits had stunned them as much as it had
the onlookers. Neither could claim victory and the consensus around town was
that another confrontation was likely. Each had gained a grudging respect for
her foe, though, and secretly feared the damage that would result if things got
physical again, especially if they started fighting with more than just their
breasts.
Now the slow, simmering stew of hatred had boiled over, and nothing stood in the
way of the two hellcats as they battered each other's bare skin red with the
incessant blows of their heaving tits. Constant pressure became too much to
bear, and the duo resorted to rotating their chests from side to side, pummeling
each other's swinging boobs with brief but fierce slaps. The whole world faded
from Lois' vision, save the sight of Esther -- her hair plastered to her
forehead with sweat, her mouth snarling in anger, her eyes wincing with each
successive impact -- as they danced violently around the floor.
On one last turn, their feet tangled with the nearby chairs. They broke apart,
as much from loss of balance as from tiring leg muscles, and collapsed to the
ground. Sitting there, the two women eyed each other warily and assessed the
damage they'd sustained. Their breathing came fast and ragged, laced with low
moans. Fifteen minutes of uninhibited titfighting had worn down their bodies a
little, but hadn't made a dent in the pair's animosity. They both welcomed the
pause, making sure the other didn't see that fact.
Lois spoke first. "You're no longer the tough bitch you used to be."
Esther chuckled. "Age has been more unkind to you, it seems. It certainly hasn't
granted you any wisdom."
"Or you any of the common sense you've always lacked."
"Just like a hack. All talk, and no substance."
Lois reared up. "Come over here and say that."
"My pleasure."
Wading on her knees, Esther approached with an evil look in her eye. Lois
mimicked her stance and focused her gaze on her targets: the light brunette's
jostling tits tipped by fully aroused nipples. Esther had been right. Last time,
she had been seconds away from giving in to that powerful pair of breasts. She
resolved that this time, she would come out victorious no matter what it took.
Hands met, arms interlocked, and faces pressed close. The bare chested women
renewed their battle, straining against each other and swinging their upper
bodies back and forth in fierce collisions. Lois settled her mouth next to
Esther's right ear, driving her boobs into her rival with the full force of her
muscles. Esther slid, and the pair felt their nipples drag laboriously across
each other's chest. Lois exhaled sharply despite her best efforts to remain in
control. Esther bore down, bringing her shoulders and stomach into contact with
Lois. Determined not to give in inch, Lois fought back, grinding her breasts in
a circular motion against Esther's.
Now it was Esther's turn to moan. Her assault slackened as her head filled with
uncommon sensations from Lois's hard nubs poking and drawing lines deep into her
feminine flesh. Esther retaliated, stabbing Lois repeatedly with her stiff,
pointy nipples, but the blonde kept up her attack. In unison, both women slammed
their bare chests together in a torrid titfight. Panting heavily at each blow,
they battered each other time and again, slapping their naked boobs back and
forth. Faster and faster the battle raged. Grunts mixed with the sounds of skin
striking skin, every muscle from their calves to their rear ends flexing in
struggle to keep upright. As the fearsome pummeling of breast against breast
reached its crescendo, both women wrapped their arms tighter and tighter around
each other's body, and further into a crushing embrace.
Settling into a strong bear bug, Lois and Esther groaned cheek to cheek. Their
torsos twisted this way and that. Their nipples, still hard, had met head on and
were engaged in a contest to push their opposing pair back into their respective
tits. Pain rippled through both ladies. Their hair was matted with sweat and
perspiration beaded on their bare backs. Mashed as one from knees to shoulders,
Lois and Esther fought to the limits of their will. Their movements slowed, but
the intensity of their war remained.
"Feel that?" panted Lois after some time. "Your weak tits are giving in."
"No, they're not. Yours are losing. I feel your nipples bending under the
pressure."
"Hardly. I'm winning. You know it. I'm taking you down."
"No, you won't!"
At that, Esther lurched sideways and yanked Lois off balance. With a thud, the
tightly entwined women hit the carpet. Stockinged legs lashed out, slipping and
sliding against smooth material. Their feet met and tried to grab and trap.
Esther lifted herself up with one hand and tried to fall atop Lois. Quick as a
flash, the blonde scooted away and counterattacked. With surprising speed, Lois
mounted Esther and pinned one arm to the ground. Her dominance lasted but a few
seconds. Esther threw her off and attempted the same maneuver. Lois grapevined
her legs about one of Esther's and used that leverage to keep her foe's momentum
going.
Over and over, the two nearly nude women tumbled, grappling on the floor with
the energy of females half their age. Hands and arms fought wildly. Breasts
bumped and rubbed roughly. Thighs crushed thighs. Legs writhed and coiled. From
one table to another, the panty-clad ladies rolled and wrestled.
Eventually, Lois became trapped, her back pressed firmly into a chair leg.
Esther loomed above her, gloating and breathing heavily. Lois struggled, but her
tired body couldn't break free from the auburn haired demon's weight and
strength.
"I've got you." Esther sneered.
"You never will."
Esther slugged Lois in the side. The blonde remained defiant. Esther punched
again, and then again when her opponent's face refused to show any sign of
capitulation. Harder and harder the fists landed, until the pain threatened to
overcome Lois' self-control. Rearing her head back, Lois grimaced, and then
rammed her forehead straight into Esther's. A loud whack resounded in the quiet
room. Lois saw stars, but also felt her rival's weight slip off of her.
Moments passed. Neither woman moved or looked at each other. Lois tended to her
injured side and Esther rocked back and forth cradling her head. At last, Esther
groaned in agony and lay still.
"I learned that from my daughter-in-law," Lois said proudly.
Esther turned to face Lois. "You can only surprise someone like me with that
once, and as you can see, it didn't knock me out."
"It was more than you could handle."
"But it'll take more than that to finish me off. Your precious daughter-in-law
will learn that lesson soon enough."
"There's no way I'll let you leave this room in any condition to harm her."
"Who said I would? There's more than one Harcourt in this building."
Lois heart pounded. Her arms shook as she tried to sit up. "No. No, you're
lying. She's..."
"When you deal with mercenaries like that stupid gumshoe of yours, you should
always be alert that they don't take a better offer."
"You bitch!"
"Twas all Phoebe's doing. I'm afraid I can't take credit, except for raising
such a smart, attractive daughter." Lois' mouth twisted into the frown people
reserve for objects they wish to see obliterated from existence. "As I said
before, I'm just here to make sure your day is ruined."
Lois leaned forward and got to her hands and knees. "Day's not over yet."
Lois felt warm blood rush through her. Esther rose and crawled slowly across the
gap between them. Lois matched her pace. As she did so, her mind tried to
telepathically beam apologies to Beth for not being able to protect her well
enough. An arms length away, both women straightened up, bare chests thrust out
brazenly, nipples erect in anticipation.
Esther's eyes narrowed. "Ready for more?"
"Am I ever."
***************
"This is your last resort, isn't it?" Beth said in a voice just above a whisper.
"You couldn't win Jim over with your body, so you try to destroy everyone whose
body's better than yours."
"Shut up, slut! I'm the most attractive girl Jim's ever seen. He'd even say so."
"Know why he dumped you, ya bitch?" Beth moaned as her breasts got compressed
painfully. "He saw your mother." Beth fought to drive her knee back up toward
Phoebe's womanhood. "He saw exactly what kind of ugly, twisted hag you'd
become." Beth howled as Phoebe threatened to crush all of the air out her lungs.
When she could catch her breath, she spat, "He said I was the only woman he's
been with who was better in bed than you were."
Phoebe pressed her forehead into Beth's. Hissing, she said, "I'm way better than
a tramp like you. He's just forgotten the things I did to him."
Beth snorted. "You may have an attractive exterior, but your insides are so
rotten nobody'd ever find you alluring."
"I make men feel things they'd never even imagined were possible. I've even made
straight women swoon." Phoebe huffed, as if her last statement topped anything
Beth could possibly respond with.
"That so? You think you can out-sex me?"
Phoebe stared deep into Beth's eyes, searching for signs of a bluff. The
brunette's self-assured expression held none. Beth was counting on Phoebe being
as easily goaded as she appeared to be. Anything, even an all-out war of
lewdness, was preferable to being overwhelmed by Phoebe's superior strength.
"I can't tell if you're seriously challenging me, or you're just a submissive
looking to be dominated."
Beth responded in a cool, even voice. "When you beg me to stop making you cum,
you'll know the answer."
Beth felt her nipples get as hard as bullets, buried as they were between the
her and Phoebe's mashed breasts. A familiar twinge tickled her inner thighs. All
caution had left her mind, swept away like the last of her inhibitions.
The hint of mirth at Beth's predicament on Phoebe's face disappeared. The
gauntlet had been thrown down, and could not be ignored. "You want it that way,
bitch? You got it."
Phoebe suddenly let go of Beth's arms. Beth struggled to take advantage of
Phoebe's apparent bad judgment, but the blonde's massive tits kept her pinned
motionless all by themselves. She felt Phoebe's fingers pulling at her
gauze-filled skirt, lifting it up quickly. Unable to find a better target, Beth
grabbed two handfuls of Phoebe's rear end and began yanking. Her cheeks flushed
red and her body grew hot the further up her legs Phoebe's touch went. Beth tore
away the satin train on Phoebe's gown to expose a thin silken slip. She finished
hauling that out of the way just as Phoebe's angry grip succeeded in ripping one
side of her dress completely in two.
Phoebe disengaged her leg from Beth's groin and backed up. Neither female broke
eye contact, glaring daggers as they prepared for the next round. One tug was
all it took to send the rest of Beth's beautiful gown rustling to the floor. She
now stood nearly nude, leaning against the wall wearing no more than panties, a
garter, and torn nylons. Beth stomped her foot, catching the front of Phoebe's
skirt and forcing it off her hips. The blonde's thigh-high nylons were in awful
shape, but she seemed completely unfazed in confronting Beth with nothing to
protect her save a white lace thong. Her large boobs wobbled as if raring to
have another go at Beth's firm, round pair.
Without a word, the two sexy young women drew closer. Phoebe's hands pushed
against Beth's shoulders, but the brunette held her ground and ran her palms up
Phoebe's sides. The blonde leaned forward as if to kiss her, but halted her
advance and sunk her breasts onto Beth's instead. Beth groaned, and tilted
backwards, sliding her tits up, up against Phoebe's supple pair, until they
broke contact. Phoebe's boobs dropped back down and bounced heavily on her
chest. She moved nearer to Beth, poking her firm nipples into Beth's tender
flesh and pressing her forehead gently against Beth's.
Phoebe braced her left hand on the wall behind Beth and ran her right hand
smoothly down her rival's body. As it reached her stomach, Beth released the
teasing hold she'd grabbed on Phoebe's ass and turned her attention to the
blonde's thong. In the same second, Beth and Phoebe both drove their hands deep
into each other's crotches, probing for their most intimate spot. Phoebe's
strong fingers stroked the front of Beth's panties, easing closer and closer to
her nether lips. Beth rubbed Phoebe's thong, quickly finding her hot, aroused
pussy. Phoebe moaned.
"Too much, already?" Beth taunted.
"Shut up. You're the one who's going to be screaming like a common whore."
Beth worked her fingers back and forth, up and down, and around in circles.
Phoebe's thong offered little protection, allowing Beth to have her way with
Phoebe's womanhood. The blonde had tightened her legs, reducing Beth's range of
motion, but she struggled on, twisting her wrist and flicking her thumb and
forefinger across the length of Phoebe's vagina. At the same time, Beth's body
fought to contain the thrilling sensations brought on by her rival's powerful
touch. A digit had located the warm, wet cleft between her legs and was forcing
the fabric of her underwear further and further into it. Now and again a rough
knuckle dragged itself upwards, sending shudders of pleasure through her body as
her most sensitive organ came under increasing assault.
Eye to eye, their arousal no longer in doubt or in the least bit hidden, Beth
and Phoebe panted through snarling mouths as they fingered each other faster and
harder. Heat from their thighs seared their hands. Juice from their excited
cunts dribbled onto rapidly thrusting fingers. Knees, once sturdy, now wavered
in the ebb and flow of passion's tide. Both sought to deny her rival of a
target, but the act of moving their hips backwards also caused their opponent's
groin to move out of reach. A fevered dance began as the lusty females wrestled
for balance and tried to overwhelm each other with ever more tantalizing attacks
on each other's sex.
"Nnnn, fuck!" Phoebe blurted suddenly.
"What's the matter, can't take it?" Beth said between labored breaths. A moment
later, she closed her eyes and groaned aloud.
Phoebe gloated. "I haven't even gotten started."
Her lips met Beth's, sucking hungrily. Unwilling to back down, Beth returned the
sensuous kiss. Their tongues caressed each other, licking in time with the
furious rubbing that continued unabated between their thighs. Phoebe leaned Beth
against the wall, but the brunette barely felt it. Lost in a haze of desire, the
two women masturbated each other with ever increasing urgency. They moaned
through their locked lips. Their naked breasts rubbed firmly, aching nipples
crying out in overloaded pleasure. The scent of feminine arousal filled the air
and Beth noticed drips from her wet pussy begin to run down her leg. She started
tapping her fingers against Phoebe's cunt, smacking the blonde's thong with
greater and greater force. Phoebe whimpered, her grunts rising in pitch as time
went on. Then, she countered Beth with slaps of her own, teasing her crotch with
uncommon sensations.
Beth staggered, and she thrust her right leg out to keep from falling. Her foot
knocked Phoebe off balance, and the two entwined women tumbled to the ground.
Phoebe's head hit the floor hard, and the blonde lay stunned for a second. Beth
took the opportunity to mount her, swinging one leg, then the other so as to sit
atop her prone rival's belly. Phoebe came to her senses quickly, however, and
stopped Beth's right leg from disengaging from between Phoebe's knees. Beth sat
down anyway, sliding her pelvis onto Phoebe's with a thump. Both women gasped in
unison, then coldly regarded each other and entered the next phase of their
erotic battle.
Beginning with a slow grind, and growing to a full-fledged thrust, Beth pounded
her panty-covered pussy into Phoebe's thong. Each successive impact sent ripples
of desire through their veins. More and more fervently, Beth and Phoebe slammed
their inner thighs together. Beth's body swayed like a willow as it gyrated on
Phoebe's sleek form, lost in a heady breeze of arousal. On and on the lewd
sexfight raged, showing no signs of slackening. Phoebe, grunting with her eyes
shut tightly, swiveled her hips, throwing Beth to one side. Beth caught her fall
and leaned back on her hands. One leg snaked beneath Phoebe's, and the pair
remained locked together like dueling scissors.
Phoebe lifted her rear end and thrust back at Beth. At first, Beth met the
blonde's onrushing pussy blow for blow. Soon, though, her elbows gave out, and
she was forced onto her back. Phoebe's soaked thong rubbed against Beth's wet
panties again and again. Sweat beaded on Beth's forehead as the battle between
their horny cunts went on and on, lubricated by the liquid they exuded. Her
boobs bounced and wobbled wildly out of control. Frustration grew, and Phoebe
resorted to painful attacks with the full weight of her body behind them, topped
off by a nasty grinding that seemed to go on forever.
At last, tears in their eyes, bodies worn out from the unbelievable effort,
Phoebe and Beth parted, rolling to opposite sides of the room. They lay there
for a few minutes, calming their pounding heartbeats, their tired lungs, and
their aching groins. Phoebe rose first, getting to her hands and knees. Beth
watched her warily, looking for signs of weakness or exhaustion. Phoebe's face
was bright red, her long hair a crazed mess, her tits hanging as if tired.
Beth's muscles complained when she told them to lift herself up.
"Not so cocky now, are you?" Phoebe said in a husky voice. Beth tried to clear
her throat, but coughed instead. "I'd let you give up so I can get on with the
humiliation, but you've pissed me off too much to make me want to go easy on
you." Phoebe began sauntering across the floor on her knees. Beth couldn't
muster the strength to kick out at her as she neared. A rough shove later, Beth
found herself on her back, with Phoebe looming dangerously above her. She knew
that if she were pinned, it would be all over.
Phoebe's hands curved into claws and shot out towards Beth's tender boobs. At
the last moment, Beth parried Phoebe's arms to either side of her. The blonde
landed face to face with her, hair matted with perspiration dangling down just
above Beth's nose.
"Still got some fight left in you, eh?"
"Plenty."
"You're done. You're finished."
"Your pussy against mine."
Phoebe stopped talking. She raised an eyebrow. Beth was the toughest women she'd
ever tangled with, but everything she saw indicated the brunette was beyond
hope.
"That's the way you want to end it? Fine. You got it!" Phoebe pulled at Beth's
panties and yanked them off her legs. Then, she sat back and removed her thong.
"I'm going to trash your pussy so bad Jim won't have anything to do with you."
Beth got up on her elbows. "Bring that nasty cunt over here and we'll see who's
is better."
Phoebe lashed out, and Beth cried in pain as her cheek got backhanded. The force
of the blow knocked her back down and blurred her vision for an instant. In the
time it took to right her head, Phoebe was on her, hands pinning her wrists,
breasts bearing down, belly flat against hers, and angry face filling her
eyesight. Phoebe's legs snaked around Beth's like twin grapevines, pulling them
wide apart. Beth groaned as her blonde opponent's well-shaven mound pressed
itself atop her exposed groin. Phoebe slammed her pussy into Beth's once, and
then chuckled as she mashed it tightly and worked it around in a circle.
Phoebe whispered into Beth's ear, "You're mine."
"Fuck yo-" Beth started, but Phoebe's mouth was on hers, invading it with her
tongue. Beth fought back with her tongue, and met Phoebe's pelvic thrusts with
ones of her own. Soon, the tempo rose to the point where the sound of skin
slapping echoed in the small room.
Again and again the fearsome amazons bashed their cunts together, seeking the
best angle to drive each other out of their minds. Phoebe's hips kept up the
pace for a few minutes, but eventually the force of the blonde's pounding eased.
Beth's pussy grew moist once more, lubricating the fierce sliding and grinding
battle she and Phoebe settled into. The women's breathing quickened to the point
where keeping them locked in a torrid kiss became impossible. Phoebe rested her
head against Beth's shoulder and focused her attention on the heated sexfight
going on between their aroused cunts.
Entwined like passionate lovers, Beth and Phoebe rammed their pussies together
over and over. The slippery lips met and caressed each other vigorously, driving
both of them crazy with lust. Beth held on to her self-control with the tiniest
sliver of mental strength left to her. The feel of Phoebe's sweaty body writhing
against hers and the blonde's hot cunt wrestling expertly with her own was
overpowering. She moaned louder and louder, so much volume that she couldn't
hear Phoebe's cries of impending ecstasy harmonizing with hers. Phoebe released
her hold on Beth's wrists, clasped her hands on either side of Beth's head,
closed her mouth and groaned tortuously. Involuntarily, Beth reached for
Phoebe's gyrating ass and grabbed a tight hold. She held her breath, and fucked
back against Phoebe's grinding thrusts with all her might. Waves of warm
pleasure began emanating from her crotch, building higher and higher.
With a sharp gasp, Phoebe stopped. Beth collapsed to the floor. She glared at
the tanned bitch through half-open lids, her body raging in full heat. Phoebe's
face was twisted in a grimace. She'd been close to orgasm, Beth could tell. It
was now or never. The brunette wrapped her arms about her naked, sexy rival and
rolled to one side. Phoebe grunted like an animal and brought the two of them to
a halt. Beth persisted, and the nude women rocked back and forth in a feverish
embrace. Seeking to tip Phoebe over the last bit necessary, Beth whacked the
blonde's pelvis with her own. Once, twice, then three times the pair banged
together from hips to tits, exhaling exhausted groans at each impact.
Finally, Beth let loose with a head butt, dazing her foe and giving her enough
time to mount the now prone blonde. Phoebe's angry frown no longer frightened
her. Beth reared up, slammed her boobs down upon Phoebe's fleshy orbs, and slid
her pussy into place against Phoebe's. As she did so, she felt her engorged clit
peek from inside its protective folds. Phoebe felt it too, and the wriggling
females wordlessly worked their hardened sex rods into position for a final
intimate confrontation.
The sensations made Beth's brain dizzy. It took all her concentration to take
Phoebe on in a such an erotic duel without losing herself to incomparable
ecstasy. Up and down, feinting in circles, she battled Phoebe's clit. Beth was
whimpering, on the verge, but so was Phoebe. The blonde bucked underneath her,
eyes firmly shut, mouth howling, desperately clinging to her wits. The warm,
all-encompassing feeling filled Beth again. She fought to maintain control,
slashing at Phoebe's firm clit over and over. Just as she thought she'd be
overtaken by the onrushing sensation, it subsided into a fulfilling tingle. She
stole a peek, and there, pinned below her and still fucking her wildly, lay
Phoebe screaming in full-throated orgasm. Beth pushed her hips downward. Her
clit met Phoebe's once again, bending it to the side. Phoebe yelled a note
reserved for opera singers, a long, beautiful sound that trailed off into a
pulsating moan. Beth was too lost in the thrilling emotion to let up. She lay
her naked body atop Phoebe's and conquered it fully, legs to hips to breasts to
lips.
Beth slowed her thrusting pussy, catching her racing breath. Phoebe opened her
eyes, full of disbelief. Beth savored them, then started pumping again. With
each collision, Phoebe groaned. Beth kept it up, forcing Phoebe towards another
peak. The blonde shook her head from side to side, unable to arrest the
onrushing freight train whose helm Beth commanded with supreme confidence. At
the moment of ultimate desire, Phoebe shuddered and her body splayed out in
total surrender. Beth lowered her head, and then orgasm finally took her. She
roared in ecstasy, juice from her pussy mingling with cum from her defeated
rival.
***************
Some time passed before Beth could summon the strength to lift herself to her
feet. Phoebe rested on the floor, completely passed out, exposing every detail
of her sexy, tanned, nude body. Joy ran through Beth's veins. She wanted to
relish the moment, but she reminded herself that there were duties to be
attended to. She grabbed her camera phone from her overturned purse, and took
several snaps of Phoebe's beaten figure. In the last one, she included herself
wearing a mischievous grin. Using the torn strips of their gowns, Beth tied
Phoebe up, and gagged her for good measure. The blonde would probably be able to
free herself, but not for a good long time. Then, she righted the table, stood
on it, and lifted a panel from the hanging tile ceiling.
"I have a spare dress, too," she said cattily to her bound and unconscious foe.
Less than half an hour of frantic brushing, combing, powdering, and dressing
later, Beth emerged from her basement room, veiled and ready. Her heart was full
of emotion. The future beamed bright now that Jim's past had been defeated. In
her purse, Beth carried Phoebe's white thong as a trophy of her victory. She
encountered her bridesmaids, who greeted her with faces both panicked and
relieved.
"Oh God, we were so worried," Natalie blurted, slurring the words into one
hurried contraction.
"Where's...?" Beth started.
"Mrs. Carrington told us to go on with the ceremony no matter what, even if she
wasn't here." Natalie and the others ushered Beth quickly along the hall to the
entrance to the wedding hall. "We couldn't have a wedding without you, of
course!"
Worry threatened to crowd out everything else in Beth's mind. No matter how much
she reassured herself that Lois was eminently capable of handling anything that
came her way, she couldn't help but be concerned by her absence. The sight of
her father and mother beaming proudly as she rounded the last corner washed all
those cares away. Her mother started to tear up, and Beth raced to give her a
big hug.
The entrance music began, and her father took her arm. The party all processed
down the aisle in turn. Standing tall next to the minister was Jim. His gaze
gave her all the energy she needed to ignore how exhausted her muscles were and
make it through the rest of the ceremony. She remained veiled, heart aflutter,
barely paying attention to the words being spoken. Beth wanted to shout her
triumph to the world, and desperately wished for the vows to be exchanged so she
could kiss Jim passionately and make her day truly complete.
"...and if any one should object to this union, let them speak now or forever
hold their peace."
Silence filled the room. Beth stole a glance sideways, then turned her body
towards the entrance, as everyone else in the congregation soon did at the sound
of wild yelling from outside. The double doors to the hall burst open with a
crash, and Esther Harcourt, wearing an apparently ill-fitting dress, stumbled in
and fell on the carpet. She raised her head, and opened her mouth.
"I iiaaaarrggghhh!" she bellowed, her words cut off by the sudden appearance of
Jim's mother behind her. Lois grabbed the auburn lady by the hair and yanked her
up to her feet in a most painful fashion. Esther's dress slipped from her
shoulders, exposing her naked and bruised chest to the entire assembly.
"Please excuse us," Lois announced, "Just a little wardrobe malfunction."
The clicking of camera shutters made Esther's humiliation complete. She spun and
ran shrieking in shame from the hall, leaving Mrs. Carrington standing alone
brushing her palms together as if to clean the Harcourt taint from them, and
smiling like the cat who got the canary.
When the silence returned, the minister mumbled, "I guess not," and continued as
if nothing untoward had just befallen the occasion. And mercifully, nothing else
did. Beth and Jim exchanged vows. Jim slipped the ring on Beth's finger, and she
heard the words she'd been aching to hear.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Jim lifted the veil from Beth's face and leaned down to embrace his new wife. He
stopped at the sight of the bruise on Beth's left cheek, but Beth kept going.
After a wonderfully tender kiss, they drew their arms around each other and
hugged as applause swept the hall.
Jim whispered, "What hap-"
"Phoebe. It was Phoebe," Beth panted. She felt Jim's hands tense in alarm.
"Don't worry," she cooed seductively in his ear. Jim stepped back and stared
lovingly into her eyes. "I'll tell you all about it later."
The broad, hungry grin that came across Jim's face at that moment let Beth know
that it had all been worth it. The couple turned and marched off happily into
their new life together.
To End