A duel of wills

The brunette stared at the blonde, with a confidence she didn’t entirely feel she spat, “You are a sorry excuse, such a hopeless slut, you can’t even fight! What did you call me?”” She suddenly kicked the blonde’s tummy.

The startled, scared blonde gasped as the air fled her lungs. The brunette kicked the blonde’s arm, removing her foe’s support. The blonde slumped to the sand.

The brunette cackled, repeating “What did you call me girl, ‘fat, pathetic cumbag.’“ She knelt to slap the blonde’s butt. “Count slut!” she commanded.

Unwillingly the blonde did so. As the guys took up the count, the blonde realised how exposed she was, she shuddered, “Why did I come back? I’d beaten this bitch!” When she had counted seventeen slaps and the brunette stopped she shuddered again, “Was the bitch going to payback everything I did?”

The brunette stood and kicked the blonde’s side. Reflexively the blonde rolled onto her back. “A bad mistake slut!” the big brunette cackled, her belly shaking as she rammed her foot into the blonde’s tummy. The blonde’s body almost jackknifed, she felt she had been cut in two. “Payback!” her foe smirked.

The brunette straddled the blonde, she stroked the blonde’s tits, whispering to her, telling her she lost, she might as well surrender totally The brunette slid her hand over the blondes tummy and down. The blonde gasped as the brunette’s calloused hand ran still further down; stroking the blonde’s pussy lips. “Aww come on sweetie, .come on . What are you waiting for, you’re not going anywhere. How can you?. See you lost. There’s nothing for it but to give in. Sweetie, see all the guys around? They want to see you, fucked! They probably want to fuck you themselves. You’re hot, you’re much hotter than I am.” She giggled.

The blonde muttered something.

The brunette smiled inwardly, her confidence growing, thinking, “This slut’s weakening, she wont fight back. She didn’t even try then. She’s not even mouthy anymore. And I’m going to damage her more!” She bounced up , pivoting on her knees, then dropped her ass hard into the blonde’s tummy. The blonde squealed in pain.

The brunette slid down so she sat on the blonde’s thighs. Seizing her enemy’s long mane, she yanked the blonde up to a sitting position. Kissing the blonde while holding her head with one hand she stroked the blonde’s tit with the other. Her tongue invaded the blonde’s mouth.

The blonde squirmed, the brunette’s tongue reeked of all the cock that that fat bitch had in her mouth earlier. But she did nothing else; letting the brunette plunder her mouth, her breasts. She felt helpless; her mind replayed the fight, the brunette’s aggressive, successful- yes, the blonde felt rather than thought- dominant opening; her own bite on t the brunette’s shoulder when she checked the big bitch’s attack; it was only when she pounded that fat belly that the blonde thought she had a chance of winning, when she formed the strategy of wearing the brunette down; and how that tactic had paid off! She savoured the memory of the defeated brunette squirming in the sand.

Just as she herself now was! But what could she do, where was the lever like the bite that had helped her turn the fight; that had bought her the time she needed to exhaust the brunette. She felt so helpless as the brunette’s tongue probed deeper and as the brunettes hand slid down between the blonde’s thighs. The brunette broke the kiss, she looked at the guys, searching till she found the stocky guy. She winked at him.

He smiled back, knowing that even after all the cock she had that day the brunette’s wink signalled she still lusted for him, remembering how he’d caught her eye; "I said I wanted to fuck her, I called her a slut. I said she'd like a gang bang. Like they say 'Honesty is the best policy'. She is one horny arrogant bitch!" . He sniggered as he saw the brunette's hand stroke between the blonde's thighs. "She's playing mind games, she'd better be careful, the blonde did that to her before!" He knew he'd get a fuck from the brunette, he decided to play along with her- she'd have his support- for the moment.

Still making eyes at the stocky guy, the brunette **** the blonde's head down, pushing her huge tits, scratched from the fight and splattered with sand and dried cum in the smaller woman's face. "Tell me how much you love them, slut."

The stocky guy nudges his friend. “they must be 40DDs”

“Yes but they’re saggy, give me the blonde’s, they’re like the constitution: ample and well founded!” They chuckled at the joke.

The blonde squirmed; try as she might she could think of no escape and as the brunette continued her ****, stroking the blonde’s thighs, kissing her lips, gently squeezing her boobs, the blonde’s will to escape ebbed. Mounting waves of desire washed over her, what had been a small ripple , easily overcome when the brunette first played with her tits, was now much stronger, much harder to resist. She felt so weak, so needy, she tried to dismiss those thoughts, by concentrating on her earlier victory, “I beat this bitch, not an hour ago, I had her destroyed, she was, she is, the whore, I whored her out.” But it wasn’t working. “I don’t want this, I’m not like her, I don’t want to be displayed,” and yet she was and she could find no way out. “Why am I feeling …well so damn weak;, so damn horny.” She suddenly licked one of the brunettes large but not all that firm boobs. Startled by her own action, she gasped, wondering what she had just done.

The crowd, mainly men with hands down their pants all around closed as the brunette twisted her victim’s head to the side. "Did I say you could have them? Do losers deserve to suck on tits like these?” She wiggled her shoulders, slapping her large, soft breasts across the blonde’s face a couple of times. "Tell me how much you wish you had real tits like mine."

 The blonde flushed, she had always been proud of her 36C firm boobs; there was no comparison between her boy magnets and the brunette’s flabby bags. She gasped at they hit her face.

She heard some guy call out, “”Suck them.”

She bit her tongue at the suggestion.

As the blonde dithered her oppressor grew impatient. In truth, she wanted the blonde surrendering once more and sucking her tits. But the brunette had drawn a line; she couldn’t 't just let the blonde suck without the blonde humiliating herself further. Short of breath, consumed with thoughts of **** little kisses from her prize, and a forceful seeing to from the stocky guy, the brunette groped and found one of the blondes hard little nipples. She twisted cruelly. "You don't want to keep me fucking waiting, cunt."

The blonde squealed; she could see no end to this ****. Either she gave in or she fought back. But giving in would result in more ****, more humiliation, what would happen? And could she win if she tried to fight. What would happen if she lost?

The stocky guy broke in, “No and she better not keep you waiting for a fucking either!”

The brunette hissed angrily. “Who gave better head, her or me?” She turned back to the blonde, “there’s no comparison, I did! Just as my tits are better. Go on say it!”

“You gave more and better head!” the blonde had no trouble saying that. “Much more head!” she almost smiled.

The guys chuckled.

“You walked straight into that” the stocky guy said to the brunette. He guffawed, the brunette was such a slut, she even boasted of it!

The brunette flushed angrily. She slapped the blonde. “Just suck it bitch!”