“Well? What are you waiting for?” The victorious brunette demanded as she planted her foot on the ribcage of her vanquished, kneeling opponent and shoved, sending the smaller girl sprawling, face first. The blonde collected herself as best she could and headed off as fast as she could toward her belongings, trying to ignore the laughs and comments as her toned ass wiggled at the sky as she crawled over the hot sand.
She felt fear rise in her throat, and struggled for breath as she pawed through her things. Where was the money? Had someone taken it? The thought of returning to within arms reach of her rival without it made her hands shake, but the thought of running seemed even more terrifying. All she could think of was the punishment that would no doubt await her when she was caught, and in her mind, getting caught was a virtual certainty.
There! The blonde breathed a sigh of relief as she grabbed the was of grubby bills. She looked longingly toward the parking lot, and felt a contempt for herself that she would never have believed possible as she turned and crawled back to the group, breasts swinging violently beneath her, drawing the gaze of every leering guy in the group. Knees scraped raw, she stopped before the smirking brunette and held up the money.
The small girl blushed as she felt the brunette's gaze wander over her battered, exhausted body, taking her time, leaving her beaten rival awkwardly extending a handful of cash while she walked around, taking in the sight from every angle. Finally, unable to stand the silence, she spoke “Listen, I'm sorry all this happened. Please, just take the money and go, ok?” She knew the brunette was tired, could see it even now in the way her heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath.
“Fuck you, you bleached whore.” snarled the brunette as she clamped the blonde's ear between two strong fingers and pulled her to her feet, protesting but not resisting. Standing behind the blonde, the brunette circled a meaty arm around her, cupping the beaten girl's chin and pulling her back against her own body, pressing them together and displaying the blonde's flat stomach and perky breasts to best advantage. The bigger girl could feel the trembling tension in her foe, and smiled at the hiss of indrawn breath as she cupped a tan breast, rolling the hard little nipple of the blonde under her thumb.
Squeezing the blonde's captured breast roughly, the bigger girl was now panting from more than fatigue as she hissed into her captive's ear “C'mon, you little bitch. Show the boys how much you love the money you got for what you did to me.” The blonde gaped dumbly as she realized what was being asked of her, and blinked tears from her eyes as she realized that she was actually going to do it. The remnants of her pride allowed her to whisper “I hate you, you evil bitch” as she slowly began rubbing the bills in her hand along her flat, tight stomach. The blonde's hands moved up towards her breasts, and the brunette slid her own hand down along the blonde's flank, cupping her ass.
“I bet you do, and you'll fucking hate me more before we're done, when I've shown everybody what a slut you are.” The blonde's cash filled hands moved over her chest, a couple of bills peeling away and fluttering to the sand,the rough paper drawing a gasp from her as it rasped across her nipples. The strong, questing hand of the victor slid around between the blonde's legs, sliding over her smooth pussy, probing he lips with a teasing finger, eliciting a choking moan as the blonde struggled with herself, trying not to give any satisfaction.
The brunette shoved her huge breasts into the smaller girl's back, nudging her into motion. Groping and fondling all the while, teasing the blonde's captive neck with her teeth, she walked the smaller girl around the circle of leering men, inviting them with her eyes. Soon enough, hands were reaching out to the moaning blond's captive body, fondling, slapping, pinching and squeezing.
Flushed and panting from the attention and the triumph, the Brunette dragged her rival past the stocky guy she'd had her eye on and spun, turning her back and giving him a great view of her wide but firm ass. She twisted the unresisting woman in her hands so that they faced each other, and forced the smaller girl's head down into her chest, scraping her huge tits across the girl's face and smothering her in their sweaty mass.
Finally, relenting only when the blonde's squirming meets her satisfaction, she allows her to breathe, pulling her head back just far enough to stare down into the loser's eyes. Laughing, she leans down and coos in her ear “You ready, bitch?” as the men behind the blond moved in, rough hands grabbing her by her hips and pulling her legs apart until she was actually leaning on her captor to keep from falling over.
“Just … just fucking get it over with, cunt.” spits the blond, words muffled by the breasts pressed into her face. Her voice is thick with shame and fear, and if she were honest with herself, she'd say that the only thing keeping her from begging is the knowledge that it would only make the fucking cow hotter. Her conqueror kisses the top of her head and whispers “Quit being such a fucking tease, and give it up.” She squeezes a breast and fills the blond's mouth with her tongue when she gasps in response. Twining her hand in sweaty, blond hair, the brunette feels her little captive shudder as one of the guys spears into her from behind, and she rubs her ass against the man behind her as her own need mounts.
The stocky guy grinds against the brunette's big round ass as she presses against him while staring over her shoulder into the wide, shocked eyes of the smaller blond girl. As the guy inside of her finds his stroke, she starts grunting with each thrust, breasts bouncing wildly as her back arches. Idly, the stocky guy grabs a handful of dark hair and peels the girls apart, dragging the brunette back against him. She writhes against him as he fondles her huge tits, and whispers to him “Come on, big boy. I want her to see how a real woman gets fucked. Let's show her.”
He smiles a smile she can't see as he locks eyes with blondie, who actually seems frustrated as the skinnky guy inside of her comes almost instantly. He bends the brunette nearly double, leaving her precariously balanced on tired arms and legs. Her shoulders shake with the strain, the quivers of fatigue running through her tired legs make her ass jiggle invitingly, and her pendulous breasts hitch and jerk with each rasping breath. He slaps her fondly across the ass, still staring down the smaller girl as she wriggles in the skinny guy's grip. “Sorry, babe.” He says offhandedly, gesturing towards her upturned rump to one of his friends “Way I see it, I can have you anytime. I can only have her today.”nThe Brunette sputters with indignation as he walks over and takes position behind the blonde. He presses his swollen cock against the slick, slimy lips of her pussy and says casually “Ask me for it.”
The Blonde couldn't believe how hot she found herself getting. Her fall from glory, the bigger girl's not so tender attentions, and the fumblings of the skinny guy had left her actually needing to get off, and now she apparently had to debase herself further in order to get any relief. Still … she looked across at her rival, wriggling as one of the guys buried his cock in her for the second time that day, the impotent rage on her face as she stared at the guy she wanted holding the girl she hated, and a spiteful gleam reasserted itself in the blonde's eyes.
The brunette grunts as her legs give, the weight of the guy fucking her buckling her knees and driving her to all fours. The blonde smiles down at her as the stocky guys' impressive cock teases her, and she leans forward even further, putting her hands on the brunette's meaty shoulders. “Please. Just do it.” It's not hard to sound resigned, ashamed, or even afraid. But it isn't hard either to moan at the feeling as he slowly pushes his way in, or to smile at the indignant tension in the trembling shoulders beneath her hands.
Truth told, neither girl has much left. The Blonde's legs buckle almost immediately under the onslaught of the stocky guy, putting the ladies face to face. The Blonde spits in her foes face, and tries to push the bigger girl's head down into the sand, but is suddenly rocked by and earth shattering orgasm, the tension of the day wracking her body and mind. She collapses, quivering and trying to find the words to beg as the stocky guy flips her over and and sets in again as she stares up at her foe.
The Brunette tries to position herself on top of the fallen blonde currently grunting and squirming on the sand as her hypersensitive body responds to the fucking it's getting, but her own budding climax asserts itself. She doesn't even know who's fucking her, but he's hammering into her and spanking her hard with almost every thrust, making her squeal and yelp, and he's not about to let her crawl away for anything. He reaches up to her shoulders and pulls, burying himself inside of her and grinding. His grasping hands slide down her arms and yank them back. Her face and chest hit the sand as he starts pumping her in and out, and she'd be begging him to if she could find the breath. Before he can come, she collapses utterly, curling onto her side, staring with shellshocked eyes at the blond lying inches from her, moaning slightly as the stocky guy, still hard, disengages after her second orgasm. She feels a toe prod her, flipping her onto her back, and she looks up at her unsatisfied guy as he sneers down on her.
The guys circle in, and the two women stare balefully at each other, too exhausted to speak, let alone move as the guys crowd around. The blond feels a warm spatter on her leg, the brunette sees a white spurt of come arc across her and fall on her broad belly, and the trickle becomes a storm.
The Stocky Guy comes last, spattering his load across their upturned faces. As the boys find their trunks and wander off in ones and twos, high fiving and composing their Penthouse letters, he gathers up the money, lying forgotten on the sand, and drops it on them. The bills stick to the quickly drying come on their bodies, and he stares down at them, shaking his head. “Dumb cunts.” he mutters and walks off, leaving the two worn out girls splayed on the hot sand, each trying to convince themselves that the other is the loser. |