THE PROPER AMOUNT OF SUCTION - PART 2
By A. Penman
It was thirty minutes after closing time at the Mesquite, TX Wolemart store. Debbie Dyson and Hannah Hoover stood alone in the low light of the executive exercise room, facing off at last for their much anticipated showdown. Both women stood naked by agreement, at the apex of mutual anger and hatred that was seasoned with a substantial portion of simmering below the surface sexual desire.
They had agreed that the looser of this womanly clash
of bodies would either step down from the co-associate position to a lesser
position such as sales clerk, or request a transfer to another department. They
also agreed to one accessory.
Twenty minutes earlier the two women lathered and rinsed along side each other in the open showers. Two magnificent females, preparing their evenly matched bodies for the set-to that had been in the offing for many months. Still, under the cascading waters, mutual dislike notwithstanding.
“My word, Hannah. You truly have a fantastic body!”
“May I say the same about you, Debbie?”
“Why yes. You may.”
They both giggled.
“We’re so evenly matched, Debbie. This is going to be quite an intense battle.”
“Heated and sensual too, Hannah.”
“I agree. But make no mistake, Debbie. I’m taking you down.”
“Oh, I believe it’s going to be the other way around. When I’m done with you, you’ll be my bitch.”
“I ain’t nobody’s bitch, BITCH!”
“I guess we’ll see.”
“I guess we will.” Hannah summarized
When the shower was done, they toweled off and donned soft white terry cloth robes from the ladies ware department and ventured into the workout room. As promised, store manager and weasel extraordinaire Bruce Bissell had left mats, towels and other items. The two women then arranged the mats along side each other, giving them extra space for the imminent battle. Hannah then rounded, checking all doors and closets, then returned to the mat.
“What was that all about?” ask a puzzled Debbie.
“Just making certain that Bissell isn’t hiding anywhere.”
“Are we ready now?” an eager Debbie asked.
“Not just yet.” Hannah replied.
“What’s going on?”
“Grab a few hand towels and follow me.”
The two then went around to the four ventilation ducts
in the room where Hannah stood on a chair and, using a stapler she borrowed from
the hardware department, stapled a hand towel over each duct. It dawned on
Debbie that they were covering up surveillance cameras.
When they were finished, the two women returned to the mats and stood approximately twelve feet apart. They removed their robes. Debbie smiled at her voluptuous opponent.
“How did you know?” she asked.
“I used to work in electronics, remember?”
“So, you installed those cameras?”
“Not those. Maybe one of our beloved manager’s lackeys. But I installed a number of others around the store. I wouldn’t have anything to do with private areas. Even so, it started to bother me that I was helping them spy on people.” Hannah confessed.
“So, rather than becoming one of his lackeys, you asked to be transfered out of electronics. Very noble.”
“Well, Bissell wasn’t happy about me wanting to transfer. He doesn’t like anyone going against his wishes. But you know that.”
“Yes I do. So then, how did you get him to agree to the transfer?”
“Well, let’s just say that, more than once, Bissell was the subject of one of his spy cameras. And I have the videos.”
“You devious slut! I like it!” Debbie said wryly.
“So, here we are. Finally going to engage each other breast to breast.”
“My tits against your tits. No way these four honeys weren’t going to meet!”
Hannah nodded in agreement, feeling her nipples rise.
“I hope we’re going to lock up more than our tits.”
“Oh my, yes!” Debbie confirmed.
Confident now that they were free of prurient managerial surveillance, the two fulsome beauties initiated the proceedings.
In the private, command central surveillance room on the second floor, when all of his monitor screens went dark, Bruce Bissell began to scream, curse and throw things. Those BITCHES!!!
To create a mood, the lighting in the exercise room was reduced by one third. Indeed, the two women looked like warrior goddesses as they stepped on to the mat. Their bodies seemed to glow in the soft light.
“Shall we begin, Debbie?"
“Indeed we shall, Hannah.”
“I want to check out your hose skills first.” Hannah stated.
“Fine with me.”
Each woman disconnected a five foot hose from her vacuum and connected her attachment of choice. Hannah chose the Hoover floor brush, model number 43414142. Debbie selected the Dyson crevice tool, model 917663-01. The battle was on!
Hannah held the connecting end of her hose in her left hand. She then raised her right arm high and began to skillfully swing the hose in a arcing motion over her head. Debbie followed suit. The room filled with high speed whirring sounds. It was exciting to both women to hear their hoses slice into the evening air. Seeing the effect this motion had on each other’s breasts was also extremely erotic. As each woman increased the velocity of their swinging motion, their wondrous tits moved rhythmically from side to side. They closed in on each other, swinging their corrugated hoses in calculated, practiced motions, like two martial artists. Debbie then took a swipe at Hanna’s legs. Hannah anticipated this and jumped to avoid the high speed hose. She returned the favor, swiping at Debbie’s legs. But she also missed when the brunette jumped. Frustrated, Hannah then took a downward swipe, missing Debbie tits by about a foot. When the second swipe came, Debbie countered with an upward trajectory, fending off Hanna. Several more thrusts and parries followed. And with each of these motions, they inched closer together. Finally, the inevitable happened as their corrugated cleaning accessories met in mid air and became inexorably intertwined. Both women tugged and yanked and pulled and cursed in a futile attempt to free their interlocked hoses. But it was to no avail.
They paused in frustration, fuming at each other as both sets of EEs rose and fell asynchronously. There was no denying how turned on both women were in the heat of this moment. Still.
“Fuck you Hannah!”
“Thank you Debbie. And may I say fuck you too?!”
Debbie then tossed her hose aside. Hanna followed suit.
“There’s no way I’m going to let you take Housewares from me you bleach blonde bimbo!”
“Try and stop me, you brunette whore!!!”
“Oh I’m going to stop you alright.” Debbie replied.
“Well, if you think you can, then maybe we should get down to business.”
Debbie aligned their boobs. She then matched her erect nipples, then areolae with Hannah’s.
Both she and Hannah moaned at the first contact.
They clasped hands above their heads as they forced their massive chests into full contact.
“Oh yes! Tits to tits! At last!” Hannah cried out.
“How it was meant to be.” Debbie said, excitedly.
The increasing force with which they crushed their breasts into each other caused them to stagger. The longer their tits remained locked together, the more aroused both women became. Debbie began to wonder if she could climax by just locking in a titfight with Hannah. Reflexively both women dropped their arms down in an attempt to maintain balance. Wrapping their arms around each other in a crushing bear hug locked their spectacular, antagonistic breasts into the skin on skin confrontation that both women had longed for. As the struggle continued, the body contact between them became increasingly intimate. The two naked co-associates eventually tumbled to mat. With both women grunting and groaning and exchanging insults, an impassioned roll around ensued. After a couple minutes of intense body slamming, Hannah rolled on top. In order to keep Debbie subdued, Hannah stretched her arms out so that any upper body leverage and strength was neutralized. The blond continued to mash her EEs into her brunette rival’s tits, noting how marvelous and full they were and that they showed little or no sag. How long she had wanted to match tits with this woman! Finally it was happening! And it was well worth the wait. Her nipples sunk deep into tit meat.
“Nipples to nipples bitch!” Debbie demanded.
“Well, you’re not exactly in a position to make demands you fucking slut! But I’ll accommodate you.”
Being careful not to allow Debbie any opportunity for advantage, Hannah raised her upper torso ever so slightly, then guided her silken breasts until she matched nipples with the woman beneath her. Each woman instantly felt the thrill of this pairing.
Hanna pushed downward and the duel continued. First nipples, then tits. But the contest spread out as bodies aligned, both women wanting to challenge with every square inch of naked flesh. Every inch of Hanna’s body writhing in concert with Debbie’s body. Hanna pushed down and Debbie would meet her with an upward thrust. Firm, muscled bellies slapped and pressed. Then, Hannah began bumping her pubic mound into her adversary’s mound as if to let Debbie know she was indeed the superior woman.
“You better get get used to working under me, slut.” Hannah mocked, feeling both mounting power and sexual tension as her body continued to subdue Debbie’s writhing body.
“Fuck you Hannah Hoover! The Housewares Department is MINE!!! I’ve worked too long and too hard to loose it to a big titted tramp like you!” Debbie said angrily.
“Face it slut. You’re history.” Hannah retorted.
Debbie then screamed and bucked furiously upward with her hips, in an attempt to throw Hannah off. But each of her upward thrusts was met with a full force downward slam from Hannah, effectively neutralizing any lower body challenge. Each move that Debbie used to get Hannah off of her was met by a counter move from her sexy rival. There was a heated chess match going on between their naked bodies, and Hannah was starting to move her queen into position. But Debbie wasn’t ready to lock queens with Hannah. Not just yet. The battle of breasts, tummies and crotches continued to unfold. Yet the thick swells of saturated labia had not yet made contact. Engorged with blood and lust, two cunts remained uninvolved, out of the fray.
Debbie had to reassess her tactics. She noted that they were both slick with perspiration and wondered if she could use this to her advantage.
Then it hit her. Create a diversion! Eye to eye and nose to nose, the two women struggled, breathing heavily, feeling each other’s breath at their soft lips.
“You have my body pinned, Hannah. But you haven’t managed to subdue my mouth and tongue.” Debbie said as she moved her tongue out just past her lower lip and then extended it just far enough to softly stoke Hanna’s full lips. It was a gauntlet that Hannah could not resist crossing. She hungrily sealed her parted lips with Debbie’s, and tongues made contact in a slippery, saliva coated wrestling match.
The bait had been taken. Debbie increased the heat, kissing Hannah with savage passion. The two women locked their mouths and swirled their tongues inside.
The intense kissing had the desired effect. Hannah’s
attention had been diverted enough to where Debbie thought she had a chance to
overpower her. It felt like she was loosing her concentration on their body
locked battle. It felt like the passion of the kiss was overtaking her.
In one concerted, Herculean effort, Debbie freed her wrists, rolled her body to the right, using the slickness of their sweaty bodies to her advantage, and overpowered Hannah.
On her back now, with Debbie’s lush body molding to hers, Hannah cursed.
“You fucking cunt!!!” Hannah screamed.
“You are MINE now, bitch!” Debbie taunted.
“Just a minor setback. We’ve only just begun, you slut.” Hannah countered.
Debbie was able to maintain her top position for another ten minutes or so, with breast to breast manipulations and sensual kissing. But she knew, as did Hannah, that this needed to go to the next level...the ultimate test.
After an extended crotch slamming duel, Debbie voluntarily rolled off of her blond nemesis.
“You giving up?”
“Then what?” asked Hannah, knowing full well what was coming next.
“You know exactly what comes next, Hannah. The true test.”
Hannah smiled. She then sat up and spread her legs, welcoming the inevitable, full frontal, cunt lips to cunt lips and everything in between duel that would determine the queen of Housewares.
Debbie slid her legs into Hannah’s. They established the classic scissor position. Two smooth, hairless cunts closed in on each other. They stopped just an inch apart, just to savor the moment.
“Dyson versus Hoover in the ultimate confrontation.” Hannah observed.
“Finally!” replied Debbie.
“You don’t suck nearly as good as I suck, Debbie Dyson.”
“Oh, I think you’re about to find out that my suction is far superior to yours, Hannah Hoover.”
“Why don’t we adjust our settings to maximum, bare floor/skin on skin suction and find out?” said Hannah.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Hannah. My maximum cyclonic suction might be a little too powerful for you. Why don’t we start out at a medium suction setting such as low pile, until your cunt gets used to the power of my cunt?”
Debbie’s condescension really annoyed Hannah.
“Oh FUCK YOU! I can handle anything you’ve got you arrogant cunt!”
“Are you sure that you want your cunt to be sucked into the vortex of my cunt?”
“Bring it slut!!!” Hannah said, defiantly.
“Suit yourself, Hannah Hoover.”
“You’re goin’ down, Debbie Dyson!”
And with that, the two naked beauties nodded to each other. Then in an unspoken signal, they thrust their cunts into each other. A full labia lockup was immediately established.
Using kegel response, both women flexed their powerful levator muscles, including pubococcygeus and puborectalis, and pulled thick labia tightly together, creating an exquisite suction between the two locked cunts.
“Arrrggghhh!!!” Hannah screamed.
“Uuuuggghhh!!!” Debbie cried.
The two juiced pussies sucked together, almost with a vengeance. Both women were overwhelmed and delighted to finally be locked cunt to cunt. Then Debbie surprised Hannah, pleasantly by pointing at one of the covered ventilation ducts.
“HEY BISSELL!!! Hannah and I are in a leg-scissored cunt lock. It’s a damn shame you can’t see this.” she shouted into the room. Hannah laughed out loud, then gave Debbie a high five. And then, they got busy.
It was a thick lipped battle to be sure. In truth, neither woman expected to have an easy time of it. Now the two lush pussies worked themselves into each other in a deep fuck. Minutes earlier in the showers, both women took time to assess each other’s rounded and thick cunt lips. That is, when they could take their eyes off of each other’s spectacular tits. This promised to be a long, sweaty, orgasm filled night.
With each woman straining and flexing vaginal musculature, maximum purchase was easily accomplished. They were in a consummate bond. Each woman’s cunt now felt the delicious, wanton grip of the other’s cunt. It was almost worrisome how evenly matched they were. In order to maintain their grip on each other, pelvic rotations were much smaller and slower. The air was starting to fill with womanly musk and the sweet sounds of two cunts sucking deeply into each other.
“I’m gonna fuck that hot pussy of yours until you scream for mercy, Dyson.”
“You’re the one who’s going to be be begging me to stop, Hoover.”
“Let’s get it on!!!”
Both girls focused every bit of skill into their locked
cunts, squeezing and releasing, then squeezing again. The duel continued, evenly
for thirty minutes. From flat on their backs, to sitting up in tripod, neither woman could gain an advantage. Hannah could feel her thick labia being deeply sucked into the folds of Debbie’s cunt. But then, she would withdraw slightly and reverse the process, pulling Debbie’s thick meat into the folds of her lush pudenda.
The battle raged on close to an hour more. They then sat up in order to suck tongues and reunite their colossal, sex hungry breasts.
Then a sudden surge coursed through Hannah’s loins. At first it was assertive, but not overwhelming. Then, in a spilt second of deep vacuum, Hannah felt her clitoris being sucked deeply into Debbie’s cunt. It was deep inside the cyclonic vortex that Hannah’s large clit met and mated with Debbie’s bountiful, powerful clit. Both sweaty sexually potent women let out a shriek at the connection. In a matter of minutes, the surge that Hannah felt began to build in near excruciating tension. Tension that demanded release.
Debbie sensed what was happening and really turned up the heat. Using all the power and control of her vaginal muscles, she focused her cunt on the savory meat with which it was engaged.
Hannah felt her mind slip into euphoria as she felt her fulsome pussy lips being sucked ever deeper into her rival’s cunt, while inside her clit fought furiously with Debbie’s girl cock. Goddamn this bitch was good!!! Her hips began to thrash uncontrollably as pounding waves of cum rolled out of her and into Debbie’s welcoming body. Flailing around on her back, she found the wherewithal to sit up and meet the brunette once again tits to tits and mouth to hungry mouth. Minutes later, Debbie came hard into her cunt, in an orgasm of bliss and victory.
The two women fucked, kissed and slammed tits savagely for ten more minutes before Hannah fell flat on her back, exhausted and defeated, but satiated.
When their bodies came together once again in a sitting position, Hannah looked deeply into Debbie’s eyes and spoke.
“Guess I’ll be transferring back to electronics.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Debbie said.
“What do you mean?”
“I still think we can work together. Bissell doesn’t know about our agreement.”
Hannah thought it over.
“You don’t think I should step down or even transfer?”
“No. We can still co-manage Housewares.”
“That’s very sweet and generous. But Debbie, won’t we argue a lot and fight a lot?”
Debbie then took Hanna down to the mat, body to body.
“That’s the general idea, slut.”
Hannah cried out in prurient delight and the two women body rolled on the mat.