THE EX-GIRLFRIEND - DIRTY VERSION
(By avidmike - Adapted from the
original story written by ccfight)
My name is Joe. I am happily married
and consider myself to be very lucky to have landed such a
beautiful woman. Her name is Tina. She is a gorgeous blonde
that keeps her body in great shape with regular exercise and
diet. My 5’ 6” blonde beauty is peppy and full of energy.
She does however have a very pushy personality and can be
very assertive. Tina constantly has her rock hard C-cup tits
thrusting out. I’m not really sure if it’s just the way she
walks or if she’s doing it on purpose. Sometimes she even
manages to make them look like D-cuppers. She has creamy
white skin, sexy legs, a tight ass, beautiful thick blonde
hair that just touches her waist and such a sexy ‘fuck-me’
looking face that it’s hard to keep from throwing her down
and filling her with my cock every chance I get. Although I
would have to say she probably initiates sex more often than
I do. She gives off this sexy snarl that is totally wicked.
It’s a look that is hard to explain and she pulls it off
extremely well with her dark-blue piercing eyes.
Tina knows she’s a real knock out and I would also say she
is very conceited about her looks. Although on occasion she
has sought out reassurance by asking me how well she
compares to other women while we're out in public. She'll
ask me how well her ass measures up against a beautiful
woman we'll pass in the aisle of the Supermarket, or how
well her tits match up next to those of a salesgirl we
notice in a Department store. She seems to at least make it
fair by picking out women her own size.
The only jealousy I see coming from her is usually when
there might possibly be a better looking woman nearby. And
even so I don’t think she’s worried about me, she seems more
worried about the other woman one upping her in the looks
One day she found my old high school yearbook. She knew I
had a steady girlfriend back then, but what she didn’t know
was that the girl was a good looking cheerleader. I might
have down played this the first time I talked to Tina about
Gina. Now a million questions came out. She even went as far
as grabbing her yearbook and showing me pictures of herself.
“See I was a cheerleader too!” she stated. She went on
comparing every picture of herself to every picture of Gina.
What really got her blood boiling is when she read what Gina
had written to me. Actually it was how my ex-girlfriend
signed it, ‘Love you, From Your Little Scrapper’ she wrote.
I had to explain to my wife that I called her a little
scrapper on occasion because of the way she sometimes
behaved with the other cheerleaders. There weren’t really
any knock down drag out fights, but there were some very
intense and very aggressive tussles I caught her in.
“I could easily take her!” was Tina’s response and then she
stomped out of the room.
One day while we were out shopping and walking through the
mall we couldn’t help but notice this sexy redhead walk by
in a pair of short shorts and a skimpy little white tank
top. What was so eye-catching was the fact that she wasn’t
wearing a bra. Her nipples were poking out for the whole
world to see. “That bitch is obviously looking for a fight!”
Tina snarled in a husky voice.
The next day Tina did a little shopping of her own and came
back with several tissue-thin, tight-fitting, skimpy little
tank tops in a variety of colors. She came out of our
bedroom in a new pair of shorts, tennis shoes, and a new
strappy little tank top. I found it a big turn on that she
had stolen the redhead’s look from the mall the day before.
“How do I look?” She asked as she pushed her tits out. The
pink top she was wearing looked like it had been laminated
to her breasts. Tina’s nipples are definitely above average
in size. They’re nice and fat, nearly ¾ of an inch long when
aroused. She likes to refer to them as being angry. She damn
near looked like she had just been in a wet t-shirt contest
but without the water.
“You must be looking for a fight!” I told her. Upon hearing
my reply she flexed her tit muscles. “Maybe I am!” She
growled. Tina has this strange ability to flex her breast
muscles to make her tits look like two wrecking balls
thrusting out from her chest. She has told me not many women
can do this. This attire seemed to become Tina’s new casual
wear, and she didn’t seem at all shy about wearing it out in
public, even to the ballpark. We attended a Friday night
game and she wore one of her thin, tight white tank tops, a
pair of blue shorts and tennis shoes. Around the fifth or
sixth inning we went down to the concession stand to refill
our beers. Tina decided she needed to visit the little
girls’ room. As I stood there waiting for her return I was
completely knocked back when an old friend of mine appeared,
or should I say old girlfriend.
It was Gina and I suddenly found myself in a panic thinking
about Tina returning at any moment. I quickly became
somewhat distracted by Gina’s hot looks. Holy Shit she
looked hotter now than she did in high school. Her thick
brunette hair was much longer than I remembered and it
framed her face in such a sexy way. I became even more
panicked when I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra under the
little pink tank top she was wearing. Her nipples looked big
and stiff, angry as my wife would say. Her thin pink top
looked like it was laminated across her tits. If it couldn’t
get any worse she was also wearing a pair of white shorts
and tennis shoes. I know how women are when they show up
somewhere dressed the same, let alone a wife and an
ex-girlfriend showing up dressed the same. I stood there
nervously trying to hold a conversation with her and trying
not to stare at her tits, but she was just too damn hot. I
don’t remember very much of our conversation except that she
told me she was a fitness instructor at a nearby health
center. There was no disputing that, especially after she
did this cute little muscle pose. What really knocked me
back was when she flexed her chest. I thought her tits were
going to rip through her tight tank top. Quite a bit of time
seemed to pass and Gina started to grow a little flirtatious
with me. Before I knew it the girl was slipping me her
number. Before I could object I suddenly heard Tina’s voice.
“Who do we have here?” My wife’s voice rang out with a
I looked over at her. Not only could I see her tension I
could feel it. Her body was tense and she appeared very
confrontational. Her tit muscles were tight and straining
against her skimpy little tank top, looking like they were
about to explode. Her nipples were pushing out like tent
pegs. The look on her face was piercing and hostile.
Stumbling for words I went about introducing Gina to my
“This is Gina, ah, ah, an old friend from high school. Gina
this is my wife, Tina.” I looked over and was surprised to
see the brunette standing in a very provocative pose,
thrusting out her pair of tits that looked to challenge my
wife’s tits in every way.
“An old girlfriend, that is!” Gina was quick to correct me.
She seemed to completely disregard the fact that Tina was my
“Ah yes, his Ex-Girlfriend!” Tina shouted out with a cocky
There was a long awkward moment of silence as the two of
them thoroughly checked each other out. I couldn’t believe
the lewd look on my ex-girlfriend’s face as she picked apart
my wife. It reminded me of the wicked look my wife gave me
when she was pissed off, and it just so happened to be the
same look she was wearing now. The awkward moment continued.
I wasn’t sure if the two of them were getting ready to go at
it or not. They looked to be the same in height and weight
and even their breasts were too close to pick out the better
pair. However there was no doubt that Gina appeared more
firm and toned; a real fitness instructor. Not a body
builder or anything like that. Just a super fit woman.
Gina finally broke the silence “Well I have to say it’s very
nice to meet you!” She sounded all phony. Her arms came up
like she was going in for a polite ‘New Girlfriend’ hug,
although the look on her face looked anything but polite. As
she moved forward her chest seemed to expand. I went from
feeling awkward to feeling tongue-tied as Gina came forward.
It all happened so fast, but I have replayed this moment in
slow motion a thousand times. My wife, being the pushy woman
that she is, wasn’t about to be intimidated. She moved
forward to exchange greetings. I could see her body weight
shifting forward and her tits thrusting out like two
wrecking balls. Her nipples were so swollen and stiff I’m
surprised they didn’t slice their way right through her
shirt. But then I looked over to see Gina’s tits thrusting
out like two cannon balls, nipples possibly overpowering my
wife’s. I was afraid Tina might be in for more than what she
bargained for. As the two of them came within a step of each
other they leaned forward. They looked like they were
practically falling chest first into each other. Their arms
slipped into one another, one over and one under the other’s
shoulders. It happened. They slammed together tit to tit.
Like wrecking balls bashing straight into cannon balls.
There was no bounce at all. Instead they cinched themselves
into a tight crushing clinch. There was a second unexpected
collision as their groins slammed together, pubic bone into
pubic bone. Instead of their faces passing over each other’s
shoulders the two women came together nose to nose in total
confrontation. I had to say Gina won the initial impact. I
heard the double impact and a gut wrenching grunt escaped
from my wife’s lungs and she stumble back slightly. Then it
all came to a halt and for the longest time there didn’t
seem to be any movement going on. They simply glared each
other down nose to nose. I started to get excited as to
which one of these hot goddesses would win if they cat
fought. I couldn’t believe how similar these two women were.
Their height and size would actually have to be measured
with instruments to determine any differences. Even their
angry faces were so sexy and similar it was hard to pick the
better fuck. My wife however seemed to yield slightly to
Gina’s fitness. It was a good thing we were tucked back in
the corner away from all the foot traffic. Otherwise a crowd
probably would have started to develop. As the stare down
continued I noticed their bodies moving together in small
increments. I suddenly realized their bodies were locked
together in a struggle. Their arms hid most of what was
going on between their tits and I could only imagine what
was going on between their nipples.
“Joe has told me all about you. Glad to finally come face to
face with you!” Tina said with a riled tone and pushed in
nose to nose.
“Then I guess he’s giving you all the warning you’re gonna
need!” Gina snarled and jerked my wife’s body tighter into
the crushing hug. I could tell this sudden jolt caught Tina
by surprise as she struggled briefly.
“Well the warning is coming from me bitch!” my wife growled
back and just as she cinched her muscles to crush the
brunette in retaliation, my ex-girlfriend cinched her own
muscles tight. I watched as their bodies jolted into a tight
mass of female muscle for a flashing second before Gina’s
muscles broke Tina’s muscles loose.
I then stood there and watched as Gina proceeded to crush my
wife’s loose, yet still struggling body in her arms. There
was just no doubting Gina’s superior strength. Chin to chin
Gina quickly had Tina’s head pushed back forcing my wife to
look her straight in the eyes. Gina held my wife’s body
tight against her as she hovered over her. She started
grinding her body into my wife’s, capitalizing on the fact
that she had just broken Tina’s muscles with her own.
“Maybe we can get together sometime and I can really teach
you a thing or two, little girl!” Gina growled into my
wife’s face. She finally pulled away and my wife staggered
back, still in shock.
Gina then moved over to me and grabbed me by the crotch,
“Give me a call sometime and I’ll give you a fuck you’ll
never forget!” She hissed and then plunged her tongue deep
into my mouth. She pulled back and started to walk away;
looking back she gave me a wink over her shoulder.
I quickly went over to help my wife when she suddenly lashed
out at me. “You’re an asshole!” she shouted at me and pushed
me away. I tried again to reach out to her and she pushed me
again “Fuck off!” she yelled.
“O.K. Let’s just go home.” I suggested and slowly started to
lead the way. I looked my wife over as she followed and I
had to say I had never seen her like this. She was hunched
over, no longer thrusting her firm tits out. Her nipples
seemed small and flaccid. We made it to the car and once
inside I tried to talk to her again but she interrupted me.
“Hand it over!” she simply said.
“Hand what over!” I replied.
“That bitch’s phone number, I saw her hand it to you!” She
I reached into my pocket and took out Gina’s number. I
surrendered it to her. Tina took it and ripped it up.
Over the next couple of days my wife seemed to isolate
herself. She was avoiding me as best she could, especially
in the bedroom. We both completely avoided the subject of
Gina and only spoke to each other when necessary. A week
soon turned into a month and my wife was still giving me the
cold shoulder. Almost every night she wouldn't get home from
work until late in the evening. She no longer pranced around
our house in her tight little nipple shirts and panties. She
was always wearing baggy clothes like she was ashamed of her
body. It was only obvious that my wife’s confrontation with
Gina was really having an effect on her. I was just about to
give up on our relationship when my wife asked me to leave
next Friday night open. I was thinking she maybe wanted to
talk separation or maybe even divorce. It had been at least
3 months since we had sex.
Friday finally came around and after work I headed for home.
I didn’t see her car so I figured she wasn’t off work yet. I
went inside and waited around for a good 45 minutes and
started to think she had changed her mind about meeting.
Just as I was about to call her on her cell phone the front
door bell rang. I walked out into the hallway and towards
the front door. I looked through the peep hole and whoever
it was had their back turned to me. I opened up the door and
almost fell over backwards when Gina suddenly turned around.
She pushed her way into me and gave me a deep wet tongue
kiss. Her saliva tasted sweet. She pulled back and walked
into our living room. I was dumbfounded and the way she was
dressed made me even more brainless. She was wearing one of
those famous little thin tank tops with no bra, white in
color. She had on a black pleated skirt so short that the
bounce of her walk threatened to reveal her panties and a
sexy pair of black high heeled shoes on her feet. Her hair
and nails were all done up, painted black in color and she
had on a fresh coat of black lip stick that looked very sexy
“So where is your wife?” She asked. I barely heard the
question. Being so sex deprived with a gorgeous woman
standing in front me made it hard to hear. My god this woman
was gushing with sex. She looked even hotter than that night
at the ballpark, fitter and even sexier.
“I’m not sure.” I replied. It started to dawn on me that
this must have been Tina’s plan all along, to hook Gina and
me up. Or maybe just to see what my reaction would be. Why
else would this sex goddess be over here?
I looked at Gina’s tits as she stood in front of me. They
were round, firm, and probably the tightest pair I had ever
seen. They looked completely laminated inside the tight
white top she was wearing. Her big nipples poked out and
they seemed to be stiffening right before my eyes. The only
other woman I knew that came close to wearing a shirt like
that was Tina.
“How did you get here?” I asked.
“My car.” Gina replied sarcastically.
“I mean what brings you here?
“Your wife told me to come.”
“Really…, did she say why?”
“No.., she just told me to make sure I was wearing the
shortest skirt I own. I figured she wanted another shot at
fighting bodies with me.” Gina stated with a smirk and then
flexed her tit muscles in front of me. She walked over and
pushed herself into me, my god her nipples were so stiff.
“Or Maybe she just wants you and me to fuck!” she hissed and
gave off this sexy little snarl that reminded me so much of
“Ah, how about I make us a drink?” I stumbled back, not
really sure how I should approach this. I needed time to
think. Just as I was about to enter the kitchen I heard the
click-clacking of high heeled shoes coming down the hallway
from our bedroom. I turned to look and my jaw just about hit
the floor. It was Tina and I couldn’t believe my eyes. She
was looking leaner and meaner than I had ever seen her. Her
body looked like it had just come back from spending 3
months at boot camp yet her hair and face looked like she
had just come back from the salon. Her tits looked amazing,
tighter and firmer than ever before, and they were
completely laminated inside a super-tight, tissue thin white
tank top. She was wearing an ultra-short pleated skirt
nearly identical to the one Gina as wearing, only red in
color, and a sexy pair of cherry red high heeled shoes on
her feet. Her nails and lips were coated in same flashy red
color. It immediately struck me that all this time she had
claimed to have been working late she had obviously been at
the gym. I couldn't believe she managed to keep this a
secret the whole time.
By the look on my wife’s face I could tell she was on a
mission. As she made her way into the living room the two
women locked eyes. “Gina, how nice of you to come!” My wife
shouted out. Her arms came out showing the brunette that she
was ready for another ‘Girlfriend’ hug.
My ex quickly moved forward to greet my wife. "Thanks for
having me!" Gina shouted. Her arms also came out. At that
moment I wish I would have been videotaping. Two super hot
women making their way on a collision course. I just
couldn’t get over my wife’s transformation. Her body looked
amazingly tight and fit. Her tits were round and looked
solid as they pushed out from her chest like never before.
But be as it may she was about to collide with a fitness
instructor, a woman who makes a living off of being fit, a
woman that looked every bit as tight and firm as she. I have
to say that my wife went from being comparable to Gina, to
being a mirror image of Gina. Having rehearsed and knowing
what to expect gave the two women a more solid approach this
time. The two practically leapt together, slamming straight
into each other. There was a shocking thud as the two bashed
together tit-to-tit and nose-to-nose. Just before the second
part of their collision their arms immediately flew around
each other and they crushed each other in a tight clinch. A
split second later their feet practically left the ground as
pubic bone slammed into pubic bone. Another dull thud rang
out muffled by their short skirts. My immediate judgment of
the collision ruled it as a complete tie. I was very proud
of my wife for taking on this fitness queen. It was a
remarkable thing to witness, two super fit female forms
slamming together with such equal force. In a split second
their bodies became interlocked in a motionless standoff,
forehead pressing into forehead and nose-to-nose. For the
longest time they stood there like a statue, glaring
hatefully into each other’s eyes. I noticed their bodies
slowly start wrestling against each other in their extremely
tight embrace. “You wanna match girl muscles with me again
bitch?” Gina growled.
“This time my girl muscles are going to break yours bitch!”
my wife shot back.
With that the two women took in a deep breath and cinched
their arms around each other, wrenching themselves into a
rib crushing squeeze. Their bodies tightened into a
motionless crush. Arms were squeezing and pulling while
their pubic bones acted as a point of leverage as each
attempted to lift the other off her feet. Their eyes were
wide open and glaring hate into each other while their
snarling mouths were pushed together, pearly white teeth
started scraping against pearly white teeth. Being the same
height and strength seemed to create a stalemate but the
crush fight continued as the two held their breath. I waited
for one of them to break loose and breathe; thinking one or
both of them were going to pass out at any time. It was Tina
that appeared to break loose first, but only by a fraction
of a second. The rushing sound of air escaping and entering
their lungs through clenched teeth hissed throughout the
room. They continued to hold each other, snarling mouth to
snarling mouth, trading spittle across the front of each
other’s teeth as they breathed heavily.
“Again!” Tina shouted out loudly.
I was surprised that my wife held up so well against Gina
and that she even initiated another bout. Another long
lasting crush ensued, girl muscles against girl muscles.
This time Tina outlasted Gina, and she even managed to lift
the brunette off her feet for a split second before breaking
“Again, Bitch!” A frustrated Gina yelled out. The two girls
again locked into another crushing bout of muscle against
muscle. This continued for some time as the two women traded
wins and losses. After a while I started to lose count. I
was too captivated to keep track. The women seemed to be
losing steam at the same rate. I suggested having a drink
and moving a little further into the living room. The women
separated while keeping a keen eye on each other. I went
into the kitchen and quickly poured three straight shots of
tequila. When I returned the two of them were standing face
to face in front of our fireplace. I handed them their shots
and then went over to turn on some music. They both took the
tequila down in one swallow. They came together again this
time edging forward slowly until they were merely touching
nipple to nipple. I moved in close trying not to interrupt
or break their concentration. For the longest time there
didn’t appear to be any movement. They simply held their
nipples and their noses together tip to tip while staring
into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t believe my wife was
directly comparing herself against another women like this
and allowing me to witness it. It almost felt like she
wanted me to witness it, although another fail would
probably be devastating for our relationship. I was
mesmerized by the sight of their nipples pushing together
through their thin tight shirts, probably because it was
impossible to pick a winner. It was like the two of them
were pushing into a mirror. I could see they were applying
pressure because their areoles seemed to be pushed in
slightly. More time passed as they continued to hold an
unflinching gaze. I started to notice sweat building up
around their foreheads and I could see wet spots forming on
their shirts right at the point their nipples made contact.
“I hear you were quite the little scrapper when you were a
cheerleader back in high school.” Tina finally broke their
silence. I could see her increase the nipple to nipple
pressure between them.
“Yes I had a few cheerleader fights back then!” Gina replied
snobbishly and matched the nipple push.
“Well I was a cheerleader too! It’s too bad we didn’t know
each other back in high school!” Tina snickered.
“Oh I’m sure we would have gone at it…, cheerleader to
cheerleader!” Gina shot back and increased the nipple
The sweat on their foreheads was now dripping down and the
wet spots around their warring nipples continued to grow.
The pressure continued to build as they started to rotate
their nipples in tiny little circles, never slipping off
each other. The two women looked like they were actually
screwing their nipples into each other. Harder and harder
they pushed until their nipples disappeared from sight and
their identical tits started to mushroom together. They
snarled and growled into each other’s face.
“Why don’t you tell your husband what our nipples are
doing…, what my nipples are doing to yours?” Gina snickered.
“Our milk holes have completely sucked together through our
shirts and she is trying to milk my tits with hers,” Tina
explained in a husky voice. “But I’m pulling more of her
into me than she’s pulling me into her.”
“In your dreams bitch, my nipples are sucking yours out!”
“That’s not what I’m feeling.” Tina stated.
For some time they seemed to toy with one another. Keeping
their tits pressed in nice and tight, staring at each other
as if they were trying to read each other’s mind. At one
point Gina reached up and was playing with a lock of her own
hair as it hung down beside her face. Upon seeing this, my
wife reached up and started to play with her own hair.
“Think your hair is sexier than mine?” My wife asked.
“Much sexier and stronger!” Gina replied.
“Maybe we should twist our hair together and see.” Tina
“Maybe we should braid our hair together and see.” Gina shot
That was all that needed to be said. The two women started
out on the task of weaving their hair together face to face.
Thick lustrous strands of long blonde and brunette hair were
being tightly entwined. Girls are so good at braiding hair.
It seemed the two of them did it without ever breaking eye
contact with each other. Once finished and still staring
each other down nose to nose their hands came up and they
interlaced their fingers together at shoulder level.
“Is this how you fought with your cheerleader friends….,
hair braided into hair?” Tina asked.
“Sometimes.” Gina replied, “Is this how you fought with your
cheerleader friends…, tit to tit with hair tied together?”
“Sometimes. Sometimes we fought mouth to mouth and tongue to
tongue.” Tina answered back.
“You mean like this?” Gina shot back and smashed her mouth
against my wife’s mouth. Tongues were immediately launched
into play, wetly twisting and turning together. It was
aggressive and getting more aggressive by the second. Their
eyes were open and angry. They started to push each other
around with their interlocked hands and their pressed
The fight continued to become more aggressive. At one point
they sealed their mouths together and had rammed their
tongues deep down each other’s throat. After several minutes
they pulled their mouths apart and panted in each other’s
face. Mixed girl saliva coated their mouths and was dripping
off their chins. Red and black lipstick was also smeared and
mixed together. Gina yanked her hands free and quickly threw
them around my wife. Tina got her own arms around the
brunette and the two women simply breathed heavily in each
other’s face while holding one another in a tight clinch. A
hot dance number came on the stereo as the two women widened
their stance and tightened their embrace.
“Fight me Bitch!” Tina growled angrily and whipped her
tongue out, slashing it wetly across Gina’s mouth. My
ex-girlfriend met the challenge and started slashing her own
tongue out, corkscrewing it wetly with my wife’s. Their
bodies started to thrust into each other with the beat of
the music. I went over and turned the music up and pushed
the furniture back a bit. They moved around the room, each
one trying to control the other. Tighter and tighter they
crushed and stumbled. They were smashing nose to nose and
chin to chin, using their tongues to force saliva and
spittle into each other’s mouth. They suddenly stumbled into
a bookcase, knocking it over and taking them down with it.
Luckily neither one was seriously hurt. I went over and
helped them unlace their hair and lifted the book case back
up. I pushed the mess off to the side while the two women
went over and sat on the sofa. I quickly went over and
poured another round of tequila shots. Tina and Gina were
both sitting side by side, their hair all in a mess from
being braided together, their mouths and chins all smeared
with mixed red and black lipstick. There were wet spots on
the front of their shirts where their nipples had locked
together. The two of them rarely broke eye contact, only an
occasional glance down to check out each other’s tits. The
two of them were angled towards each other as they sat up
all proper and straight, thrusting out their breasts. I’m
sure at this point Gina had quite a bit more respect for my
wife. The brunette angled in a little closer and crossed her
left leg in toward Tina. My wife duplicated the move with
her right leg causing their high heeled shoes to bump
together. This brought their attention down to their legs
and feet. Gina kicked at Tina’s foot and Tina kicked back,
red and black high heels clashed together. Due to the angle
they were sitting in, it was natural for them to slip in and
go ankle to ankle with each other. The inside ankle of
Gina’s left foot against the inside ankle of Tina’s right
foot. There was a pause to compare.
“Ever foot fight?” Gina asked.
My wife slipped the heel of her foot out of her shoe and
flicked the high heel off her foot with her toes. “My feet
are cuter, sexier, and for sure stronger than yours are
Gina copied my wife’s move, flinging her shoe off her foot.
Now the two barefoot women pressed ankle to ankle. I quickly
moved around the back side of the sofa. Side by side the two
women compared feet. Gina’s toenails were painted in glossy
black; my wife’s painted in cherry red. They started to
straighten their legs, lifting their feet up side by side. I
couldn’t believe how identical their feet looked. My wife
was always talking about how perfect her feet were. Now she
was putting her feet up against another woman’s that was
just as perfect. I knew all this fighting would come to an
end when one of them started to lose some of these
comparisons. But the two of them kept proving to match up
equally. Their perfectly shaped toes looked the same, only
painted in different colors. Both feet looked smooth, soft,
and delicate. I moved around to the other side so I could
see their soles. If any part of their body was completely
identical it would have to be their feet. I'm sure their
feet would fit perfectly inside each other’s foot prints.
“What size are your feet?” Gina asked.
“I’m a perfect size 7 ½…, what size are your feet?” Tina
returned the question.
“A perfect size 7 ½!” Gina stated. And like some kind of
unspoken agreement the two women lowered their feet. As they
came down they slowly turned them into one another. They
pressed sole to sole and laid their feet in their laps,
confirming their identical size. They held them together for
some time before I realized they were actually pushing
against each other.
“You ever foot fight back when you were a cheerleader?” Gina
“Sometimes! What about you? Ever have a cheerleader foot
fight?” Tina replied and returned the question.
“Yes, lots of them.” Gina quickly answered back.
“Then let’s fight bitch!” Tina shouted out and quickly
slipped back to her end of the couch. She braced her back
against the arm of the sofa and kicked her feet up.
“My feet are going to crush your feet!” Gina snapped back
and quickly moved to the other end of the couch. She kicked
her legs up and connected the bottoms of her feet to the
bottoms of Tina’s feet. They lined them up evenly and seemed
to simply hold them pressed together.
“I have to warn you I was foot fight champion on my
cheerleading squad.” Gina stated.
“So was I, bitch. I guess we’re about to find out who the
grand champion is!” Tina declared.
Quite a bit of time seemed to pass as they appeared to be
just holding their feet together. Looking a little closer I
could tell the pressure was slowly building. After nearly a
minute their leg muscles started to ripple and shake. The
stalemate went on for another minute. Gasps of air and
grunts were coming from both women. It became apparent these
two women were equals in leg strength. Suddenly their feet
slipped off to the side. They brought them back together and
started rubbing and massaging their soft soles together.
“Your feet are already sweating bitch!” Gina shouted out.
“Not any more than yours are slut!” Tina yelled back.
“Did you and your cheerleader friends ever lock toes?” Gina
asked with a sly tone. She started spreading and mashing her
toes into my wife’s.
“Careful bitch, my toes will crush your toes!” Tina shot
back and started smashing her toes into Gina’s. At first
they found it difficult to lock together, but as they
continued mashing toes they became sweaty. This allowed them
to slip and slide more easily in and out of each other. They
continued this for some time as each woman searched for the
perfect toe-locking grip. Each time their grips became
tighter and tighter until they finally gripped and held.
Like a game of mercy they squeezed and pried. Minutes seemed
to pass as they remained dead locked. Eventually they
started jerking and jamming their toes into each other,
desperately trying to break each other’s grip. Their feet
were flailing and thrashing about; pushing, pulling, and
twisting until they eventually flipped each other off the
couch and onto the floor. Their toes came apart and in a
fury the two women started kicking away at each other. Their
feet striking each other’s legs, bodies and even bashing
together sole to sole a few time. There were several near
misses to each other’s face as they closed in. They became
tangled and launched into each other with claws flying. They
started clawing and ripping away at anything they could get
their nails into; arms, legs, tits, and even their faces
received a few small scratches. It was apparent that these
two super hot women were becoming quite frustrated with all
the equal outcomes of their fighting. Both of their shirts
started ripping and they seemed to focus on tearing them off
each other’s body. Pieces of material were soon hanging
loosely around them as they exposed each other’s tits. They
attacked each other’s bare breasts with their claws. Their
fight grew closer, bodies sliding together, legs scissoring
around each other. Their claws were now raking across each
other’s back and into each other’s hair. The two of them had
worked themselves into a tight ball and started rolling back
and forth across the floor. It was a flash of black and red
thong panties as the fighting women rolled back and forth.
They crashed into the wall and came to a stop with Gina more
or less on top of Tina. I could hear them hissing and
mumbling threats into each other’s face. They must have been
saying some antagonizing things because they started jerking
and yanking back and forth causing them to take off rolling
again. They crashed into the coffee table and fell apart.
They immediately got up on their knees panting, gasping, and
glaring at each other hatefully. Their bare breasts were
thrusting out. They both looked a mess; scratch marks, hair
all a mess. They launched forward latching onto each other’s
forearms. It was hard to tell whose tits looked bigger and
firmer. Despite Tina having pinker nipples and Gina being
more on the red side, their tits looked equal.
“Take me on bitch, nipple to nipple.” Gina growled and with
that the two women eased forward and started to flick their
stiff, angry nipples back and forth against each other.
After several flicks Tina pulled back and suggested they
test their nipple strength by prying them slowly against
each other side by side. “Let’s really find out who has the
stronger nipples bitch!” She stated.
“I’m going to bend you bitch!” Gina snarled.
“You’re the one that is going to be bent!” Tina snapped
The two brought both sets of nipples side by side, rubbing
them against each other before locking them into place.
Slowly they applied pressure, the two sets of nipples
slightly bending their counter parts. They held them for
quite some time. A little more pressure was applied causing
them to pry even harder against each other. They glared into
each other’s eyes and held one another motionless for over a
minute. They were hissing and snarling through clenched
teeth, locked in a death stare.
“Can you feel that bitch? My nipples are winning.” Gina
“Bullshit slut…, your nipples are weak!” Tina hissed.
More pressure was applied. With sweat and determination
painted across both their beautiful faces, I moved in to get
a closer look. As I studied their fighting nipples I could
actually see movement between them. It was barely noticeable
but for a split second I would see Gina’s nipples out
bending Tina’s and then a second later Tina would be out
bending Gina. Back and forth this went on for what seemed
like several minutes. It looked like their nipples were
actually alive and fighting with each other. Their nipples
were becoming swollen, puffy and engorged with blood. They
appeared angry red. The looks on their faces as they stared
down at the fight taking place between their breasts and
then back up into each other’s eyes made the fight even more
intense. Eventually the two of them slipped off each other
like two matches striking against one another.
“Again!” Gina yelled out. They lined up in the opposite
direction and another stalemate followed.
“Bend you fucking bitch!” Gina grunted out. The words barely
able to escape her mouth from the intensity of the fight.
“Break you cunt!” Tina hissed back.
Again their nipples flicked off each other with no clear
winner at hand. The two of them glared into each other’s
eyes, breasts rising and falling from their heavy exertion.
“All right, bitch…, tip to tip so I can invert your nipples
with my nipples.” Tina snarled.
“You’ll be the one inverted when my nipples start fucking
yours!” Gina shot back.
Still having a good hold on each other’s forearms the two
women slowly aligned their red and swollen nipples tip to
tip. They started screwing them together in little circles,
the tips never slipping apart. They finally came to a stop
and simply pushed with firm pressure. I got in real close to
look at their nipple duel. I could see a clear fluid
building between the points of contact.
“I can already feel my milk holes sucking you in bitch!”
Tina stated with a snarl.
“What you’re feeling is my superior milk mixing into you
slut!” Gina snapped back.
“Huh.., a subway rat wouldn’t want anything to do with your
milk.” Tina said.
“Yeah, well, your tits seem to like it!” stated Gina.
The two held each other in check for several more seconds.
“Ok bitch you said you were going to invert me.” Gina
“Damn right bitch I’m going to penetrate you!” Tina growled
out and took a deep breath. Flexing her chest muscles she
increased the pressure and managed to push the brunette’s
nipples back slightly. That is until Gina expanded her chest
and matched my wife’s pressure. She quickly brought her
nipples back on equal ground. The two women were once again
hissing, grunting and gasping as they put every ounce of
strength and concentration into the nipple fight. I looked
closer, waiting for the inversion of one pair or the other.
The two remained completely dead locked. They pushed harder
and further into each other. I watched their equally
inverted nipples disappear from sight as their breast flesh
started to merge. They didn’t stop there. They pushed harder
and harder into one another until they seemed to reach their
physical limit. The two of them went nose to nose and chin
to chin, pushing into each other, glaring hatefully into
each other’s eyes.
“Maybe you’d like me to invert that pretty little face of
yours!” Gina snarled and pushed harder into Tina.
“If you think you’ve got the strength to penetrate any part
of me then give it your best shot bitch!” Tina hissed and
pushed back. She was babbling the words into the brunette’s
Gina broke her hold on Tina’s arms and reached down to dig
her nails into my wife’s ass. “How about I penetrate your
pussy with my pussy?” Gina growled as she started grinding
her pubic bone into the blonde’s through their short skirts.
Tina reached down and duplicated Gina’s move, digging her
nails into the girl’s ass and started grinding back. “How
about I penetrate your cunt with my cunt and your clit with
my clit?” Tina literally spit the threat into Gina’s mouth.
She then latched onto the brunette’s skirt and lifted it up,
exposing her silky black panties.
“Bitch I’m going to penetrate every inch of your body with
every inch of my body!” Gina spit back into Tina’s mouth and
then lifted her skirt, revealing the blonde’s silky red
panties. Their panty covered cunts started a tight wicked
grind. Gina wrapped her right leg behind Tina’s left leg,
twisting it around tight and starting to squeeze. My wife
copied her move, twisting her right leg around Gina’s left.
They remained fighting in this position for quit some time,
face to face, tit to tit, cunt to cunt, and leg to leg. They
continued to babble insults into each other’s mouth while at
the same time pushing their saliva back and forth, mixing it
together with their slick girl tongues as they glared into
each other’s eyes. Just when I thought these two women had
met their physical limits of pressing themselves together
they seemed to kick it up a notch. Their muscles tightened
like never before with arms and legs pulling and squeezing
into each other with what appeared to be a desperate need to
merge. Their neck muscles flexed as their faces were now
angled towards me, pushing cheek to cheek. The corners of
their snarling mouths pushed together. Occasionally their
tongues would flick out and tangle together, wiping a fresh
coat of saliva across each other. Gina’s left and Tina’s
right eye sockets were so close their eye lashes started to
entwine. They started to lose their balance and stumble
around. Eventually they ran into the edge of the couch and
separated. They stood there for a moment panting and
gasping, never taking their eyes off each other.
“My god bitch…, what’s it going to take to break you?” Tina
shouted out. She then moved over to the oversized coffee
table that we own. It’s a 4ft by 4ft table that has all the
edges padded so you can put your feet up on it. The center
of it has a solid marble surface. In one swooping motion
Tina knocked everything off it with her arm. She then
climbed up on it and sat down. Leaning back she spread her
legs open wide.
“It’s time we settle this woman to woman.” Tina growled and
lifted the front of her skirt up. The crotch of her red
panties were soaking wet and she hunched her crotch up and
down in humping motions.
“I’d be more than happy to settle this woman to woman
bitch!” Gina stated and climbed up on the coffee table with
my wife. She sat opposite. Leaning back she lifted the front
of her skirt exposing her black panties. Just like Tina’s
panties, her crotch was soaking wet.
“How about a little panty fuck?” Tina hissed and then
slammed her crotch into Gina’s. The two of them immediately
started to grind their red and black panties into each
“I’m going to soak you in my juice bitch!” Tina growled.
“Not before I stain you with my scent.” Gina replied.
“Let’s take off our panties and fight bare cunt to bare
cunt!” Shot back Tina.
In one swooping motion the two women slipped off their
panties. They both tossed them right to me and I happily
collected them. Both pussies were swollen and wet. They
looked of equal size. Gina’s lips a little more red in color
while Tina’s more on the pink side. Both had equal amounts
of pubic hair, about a fist full. Gina reached down and
started massaging her cunt running her fingers through her
pubic hair and pulling and stretching her pussy lips. My
wife stared at her enemy and watched closely as Gina spread
open her pussy lips and said, “Come over here closer so my
cunt can eat your cunt!”
Tina reached down and ran her fingers through her own pubic
hair. She gripped her pussy lips with her fingers and
stretched and pulled them apart like Gina had done. Gina’s
eyes were glued to my wife’s crotch as Tina gave her a great
show. As my wife continued Gina began to massage her own
pussy again and it now seemed like each woman was trying to
intimidate the other by massaging pussy lips and spreading
open her pussy hole so that the other woman could get a good
look at what she was about to connect with. Both women began
to spread her own pussy lips wider, displaying the stiffness
of her clit and opening up her hole for inspection by the
“My cunt is going to turn your cunt inside out bitch!” Tina
shot back. And with that the two women inched closer and
closer holding her pussy lips apart until they were fully
meshed together, clits touching and their naked fuck holes
aligned perfectly, and began to fuck each other with
purpose. As the two women started grinding into each other I
quickly examined the two nearly identical pairs of panties
that they had just tossed to me. To symbolize their cunt
fight I laid them out against each other wet crotch to wet
crotch. I then twisted the two pairs of panties together
tightly and tied them into a knot. I could hear wet smacking
noises coming from the two women as they ground cunt into
cunt. “I can already feel your pussy quivering against
mine!” Gina hissed.
“That’s your own weak little pussy that you’re feeling!”
Tina shot back
I could also hear and see the light and dark pubic hairs
grinding and tangling together. I couldn’t believe the site
of my wife and my ex-girlfriend. They were leaning back on
all fours, hands and feet facing the ceiling, fucking their
cunts together on the coffee table right in our own living
room. It was a battle to keep from being pushed off the
table. Occasionally one of their hands would slip out from
under them and they would nearly be pushed off the table.
Each time they managed to recapture their grip. After what
seemed like several minutes they seemed to slow down and
became locked together in a tight grind. They were pushing
their chests out at each other while verbally assaulting one
another. Saying things like, “My cunt is eating your cunt!”
and “I can feel my clit inverting your clit.”
They started thrusting their tits out at each other, pushing
their upper bodies closer trying to remain up on all fours
while at the same time pushing their tits together became
difficult. Awkwardly enough they managed to make nipple
contact. Their arms flew around each other’s body and their
asses collapsed onto the table. While still grinding cunt to
cunt the two women proceeded to crush tit to tit and they
started another sloppy wet tongue kissing fight. Their hands
were clawing across each other’s back and getting tangled
into each other’s hair. As they pulled and yanked I realized
they were actually re-braiding their hair together. For
several more minutes these two women went at it. I could
sense their orgasms building as their grinding and squeezing
intensified. Suddenly Gina went off, shaking and quivering
in my wife’s arms. Taking advantage of the situation Tina
pushed the brunette onto her back and mounted her erupting
cunt. She ended up grinding herself to orgasm just seconds
later. I moved over and looked under their skirts to see
their cunts all sticky and glued together. I think Tina
sensed me behind her because she used her legs to spread out
Gina’s legs. They slowly shifted back and forth, massaging
their soaking wet cunts into one another.
“Joe I need you to stick your cock in me!” I heard my wife
cry out. I certainly didn’t need any convincing. The coffee
table was the perfect height for me to get on my knees and
get between the two girls. I wrapped my arms around their
entwined legs and pulled them both to the edge of the coffee
table. I aimed my cock at their glued together cunts and
pushed forward. I pried between them and slipped my cock
into my wife.
“Fuck me deep!” She growled.
I got in tight and hard.
“Stop!” she suddenly shouted out.
This was a pretty hard thing for me to do considering the
circumstances, but I managed to come to a rest.
“Now I want you to pull out of me and push your cock into
this bitch!” She growled out and then tightened her hold on
Gina. “I want you to push my scent deep inside this whore!”
“Go ahead stick it in me.” Gina replied. “My cunt will
destroy any trace of your smelly cunt, bitch!”
I pulled my dripping wet cock out of Tina’s cunt and slowly
shoved it into Gina’s fuck hole. I could feel her tighten
her vaginal muscles. I gave a mighty shove and jammed the
entire length of my cock into her.
“That’s it…; stain this whore’s cunt with my juice.” My wife
Gina started gyrating back into me. I could tell she wanted
to give me a feel of how tight and strong her pussy was. She
kept flexing and squeezing me, fucking back against me nice
“Stop!” This time Gina suddenly yelled out. It startled me
and I came to a stop.
“Now it’s your skanky wife’s turn to be branded with my
scent!” The brunette growled and tightened her grip on my
wife’s fighting body.
“Bitch, my body will eat your scent!” Tina snarled.
I pulled my cock out of my ex-girlfriend and slammed it into
my wife. I started grinding and thrusting into her. My wife
was gripping my cock with her cunt muscles and fucking back.
“How’s that feel, bitch…, to have my juice deep inside you?”
I pulled my cock out of my wife and pushed it back into my
ex-girlfriend. I held myself deep inside Gina. I could tell
by the way these two women were contracting their muscles
that they wanted me to compare their cunts. So I proceeded
to test their fuck muscles against each other while mixing
their juices deep into one another. I had to say that their
cunts felt equally tight, silky smooth, and soaking wet. It
was like mixing sweet peppermint into cinnamon. Back and
forth I was able to fuck them both thoroughly, first my wife
and then my ex-girlfriend, back and forth, deeper and deeper
from one cunt to the other and back again, each woman trying
her best to squeeze my cock the hardest and keep me inside
her the longest. All the while they were calling each other
the filthiest names, tongue-fighting and spitting their
saliva into each other’s mouth and coaxing each other into
yet another ripping mutual orgasm just before I shot my own
load deep into their steaming holes. I pulled back and
watched their creamy cunts merge together and continue
fighting over my cum that was oozing out of both cunt holes.
Their pussy lips were red and swollen and angry, their clear
juices and my white cum were dripping out of their open
holes. I remained rock hard and dripping wet as I watched
their cunts suck into one another spreading the sex juices
from their matted pubic hair, across their clits, around
their pussy lips into their cunt holes, down the cracks of
the asses and covering the insides of their flexing thighs.
My cock was throbbing with the idea of their cunts being
deeply tainted in each other’s juices.
“Have you had enough, bitch?” I heard my wife ask.
“If you think I’m about to give in, you are highly
mistaken!” Gina shouted out and gave a painful upward cunt
thrust that lifted both of them back to the center of the
table, and from the bottom position she started to
aggressively fuck my wife’s body with her own. Tongues and
spit were traded back and forth as their bodies continued to
make war with each other. Tina’s body started to shake and
tremble, she quickly found herself rocking another orgasm.
Gina suddenly performed a move that looked like it was right
out of a professional wrestling match. She bridged up
underneath Tina and in one swift move pushed off with one
foot and flipped herself on top of my wife. Tina fought to
regain her position, even managing to bridge up under Gina
as the orgasm ripped through her body. Now with roles
reversed my ex-girlfriend proceeded to grind away on my
wife. It was a painfully hard cunt to cunt, pubic bone to
pubic bone, tit to tit, and mouth to mouth grind. Gina
unexpectedly worked herself into her third powerful orgasm.
My fast learning wife managed to pull off the same wrestling
move as Gina while the brunette’s body shook through her
orgasm and slammed the brunette back underneath her and
resumed her wicked grind. Both women were groaning from the
shared pain and moaning from their shared pleasure. With my
wife now back in the top position it appeared my
ex-girlfriend had had enough. That might have been a shared
statement because my wife simply lay across the top of Gina.
Cheek to cheek the two of them gasped and groaned grinding
as deeply as before. I went over and grabbed the bottle of
tequila and took a shot. I sat down on the couch and watched
the two women slowly massaging their cunts together. I had
never seen two cunts as red and swollen as these. Their
pussies were puffy and swollen to the point where they
looked like they could burst at any moment. Both women were
in pain but both continued to trade orgasms back and forth.
The tequila was affecting me now and I lay back on the couch
watching them grind into each other, the sounds of their
threats, their spitting, their moans and groans were the
sounds I fell asleep to. I had orgasmed into each woman at
least twice and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.
I awoke to Gina pleading to get out from under Tina. I’m
sure hours had passed. I looked over and my wife didn’t seem
to be responding. I got up and shook her a bit in order to
get her to wake up. Her hair was still braided together with
Gina’s so I quickly went to work helping untie them. My wife
started to stir. As my wife pulled herself from Gina I
noticed their skin was sticking together from their dried
sweat, saliva and juices. I could actually hear their skin
pulling apart. As their breasts separated their nipples came
into view. They appeared to be heavily glued together. Tina
lifted herself further but their nipples simply pulled and
held firmly for a moment until they finally ripped apart.
“I think we’ve got bigger problems!” I heard Gina say and
noticed her pelvis squirming underneath Tina’s. I walked
around and looked between their legs, I couldn’t believe my
eyes. Their pussies were glued together by our dried sex
juices. My wife pulled again and they both gave off a
screeched, “Slowly, bitch!” Gina shouted. “Let’s try to sit
up together.” She instructed.
As Gina pushed herself up Tina managed to slip one leg under
the brunette and this brought the two women into a sitting
scissor position. They pulled back again but it only
reconfirmed their sticky position. They locked eyes and gave
each other a disgusted look. “This is all your fault,
bitch!” Gina shouted out.
“How the fuck is this my fault?” Tina shouted back.
“For passing out on top of me!” Gina snapped.
I couldn’t believe my wife was sitting there actually glued
together cunt-to-cunt with my ex-girlfriend. I was thinking
that if they started fighting again it would excite and
moisten their sex glands, but decided they had had enough so
I started to pour warm water on their conjoined pussies.
After keeping them wet for a few seconds they finally
separated. Their bellies were also sticking together but
they slowly peeled apart as the two women pulled back. The
real interesting site was the amount of their pubic hair
tangled up around their cunts. There was ripped out strands
of enemy cunt hair entwined in each other’s bush. Their cunt
lips were sealed together the tightest. It appeared like a
wet passage still remained between them the whole time they
were glued together. Too exhausted to even think, my wife
rolled away and onto the couch. Gina fell off the coffee
table and onto the floor. She asked me for a tee-shirt so I
went into our bedroom and retrieved one from Tina’s closet.
Without saying a word she quickly put on the shirt, stood
up, slipped her shoes on and headed out the door. And just
like that I was left wondering which one of these women had
actually won the fight. My wife had ended up on top, but
then passed out just as Gina did. I picked up their red and
black entwined panties and suddenly realized their fight had