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."


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?"


"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