Lisa or Sarah

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I already had already accepted a job in LA when I met Sarah during my last week
in Vegas. We went out every night dancing and seeing shows. My last night in
town was the best. She took me back to her place and we made out. I wanted to
make love to her so badly but something held us back. Our shirts were off and I
got to second base, but before we went any further we slowed down and started
talking instead of petting. That I was leaving the next day weighed heavily on us I
guess, and we didn't want to make commitments. The decision not to have sex
with Sarah played on me for weeks as I made my new home in LA. Every so often I
would find one of her long black hairs on a shirtsleeve or smell her perfume. We
talked on the phone, but the physical distance created an emotional distance.
Every night as I went to bed alone I thought about what could have been. Never
pass up a chance for sex, you'll think about it forever.
After a month in LA, I met Lisa. She was a vendor, selling office supplies to our
company. After our first meeting, she asked me out for a drink, and we hit it off
from there. Coincidently, she was moving to Las Vegas to take a promotion in a
regional office there. In a strange repetition of my experience with Sarah, Lisa and
I went out every night of her last week in LA trying to get the most of our time
together before Lisa left. Unlike with Sarah, Lisa and I never made out, but we
certainly flirted. Somehow I thought that if I acted platonic, it would be platonic.
I called Sarah at night telling her about Lisa. Sarah said was happy for me,
implying that I was having sex with Lisa. I laughed it off awkwardly saying that I
wasn't getting any sex. Sarah seemed happy when I said good night and that she
looked forward to meeting Lisa in Las Vegas.
I told Lisa about all my adventures in with Sarah in Vegas and that she should
meet Sarah when she arrived. I got along so well with these women that I figured
they could become friends. My experience with Sarah kept me from getting

physical with Lisa, except for the last minute. When I took Lisa to the airport, she
gave me a very passionate kiss goodbye. For many nights after that I dreamed
about both Lisa and Sarah. Suppressing sexual desire only makes it stronger.
As soon as I could get some time off, I arranged a trip to Vegas. Sarah and Lisa
were there to meet me at the airport. I found that they had indeed become great
friends. Every night we went out to clubs and shows, talking, drinking and
laughing like I had done with each of the girls individually. As I should have
expected, I found myself really turned on by them both. I still had my sexual
fantasies about Sarah and I wanted to follow up that kiss with Lisa. But as a trio, I
never had an opportunity to get closer to one or the other. There was a very odd
dynamic as both girls openly, and innocently, flirted with me. Would I tell one girl
that I needed to be alone with the other? But which one? They were both so hot.
It was impossible to decide. They didn't make it easy either.
Women are naturally very competitive. Very quickly they size each other up. Their
choice of shoes, hours picking the right outfit, doing their hair and makeup are
ostensibly done to attract men, but really guys could care less about the finer
details. They mostly just want to see some curves. The real reason, I believe that
women spend extra time on those details, is for the sake of other women, not to
attract them, but in an unconscious way, to intimidate them. If two single women
are going out to a club to meet some men or worse, if they know there will be
competition to win the attention of a particular man, they take special care to
look just right. Very quickly the competing women will size each other up, and
most often they back down to the woman with right look. Even so, after women
have presented themselves to each other, the verbal competition begins. It may
be too late to go back and change into some other clothes after a woman sees
another has beaten her in the appearance competition, but it's never too late to
say something catty. Men have their own ways of sexually competing, but with
women, it is both fierce and subtle. Of course, most women don't do this
consciously, but rather biologically they are driven to compete, like all animals
compete, to win the sexual affections of the opposite sex. The sense of sexual
competition between Sarah and Lisa was palpable.

Sarah never talked about our week together and Lisa never talked about our kiss.
I'm sure they had talked about me, and knew I had not had sex with either of
them. Everything about their actions was subtly intended to get me to either pay
more attention or belittle the other.
The major clue I had was that the hemlines on their dresses rose every night and
their cleavage became more and more pronounced. They had conversations
about not liking some kinds of clothes, perfumes and colors. I couldn't help notice
that it was likely that when one girl said she didn't like something, like a perfume
or color, it was probable the other girl owned it and wore it.
My last night in Vegas was the climax. We started out by going out to dinner at
the restaurant in the casino I where I was staying. They showed up in the tiniest
cocktail dresses. The men in the place couldn't take their eyes off these girls.
Sarah and Lisa played it for all it was worth. All through dinner they snuggled up
on either side of me rubbing their legs over mine and pushing their chests into my
arms. They unnecessarily presented their cleavage to me at every opportunity.
Whenever one talked the other would attempt to distract me. It was a clear battle
for my attention.
Later on the dance floor the contest was much more pronounced. Lisa
commented that our going out like this was like that TV show where they have
competitive dating. Two girls go out with the same guy and he picks one at the
end. She was right? Was I supposed to pick one of these girls at the end of the
night? As all three of us danced together, they bumped hips to gain position in
front of me. It looked playful, but a careful look at their faces revealed growing
frustration and a real competitive zeal. As we danced, Lisa rolled herself into
Sarah and they ended up butt to butt. They did this little wiggle step that looked
almost choreographed; it was so sexy. They pressed their asses into each other
hard. Lisa seemed to be forcing Sarah's dress up and Sarah scowled, as she had to
grab the hem of her dress to keep it rising too high. Still back-to-back Sarah

looked at me and asked, "Do you prefer women with large breasts like mine or
smaller ones like Lisa's?"
Lisa bumped butt and Sarah stumbled forward. Then Lisa stepped in front of me
presenting her wonderful cleavage saying, "I think she needs glasses."
We all stopped dancing as Lisa and Sarah turned to face each other. Their chests
thrust out, we all looked down at the four breasts in front of us.
"A little more than a handful is about right," is all I could say in an awkward voice.
This was all more than I could handle.
The Lisa pushed forward and thrust her chest right into Sarah. Lisa's boobs
rammed right into Sarah's causing Sarah to stumble back as step. Sarah was taken
back for a moment and brought her hands up to cover and defend her chest.
"See," Lisa said, "a wimpy little tits."
"Fuck you" Sarah said and bumped her boobs back into Lisa's.
Lisa's hands came up with claws out, but I recovered quickly to stop the
impending catfight. People around the club were starting to at us.
"Let's take this upstairs." Sarah said.
"Fine" returned Lisa.
I was flabbergasted. My dick was so hard I couldn't walk straight. I didn't think
what was going to happen next, but it involved two sexy girls talking about my
opinion of their breasts.
Lisa grabbed my hand and raced me out of the dinning room to the elevator.
Sarah followed in close pursuit. We entered the elevator and another woman

came in behind us. Sarah turned to face this stranger, and must have given her a
deathly look as the other woman backed out of the elevator with a frightened
expression on her face. The ride up took forever as Lisa and Sarah stared each
other down.
We walked to my room quietly; I opened the door and let the two girls go in.
When I closed the door behind me, and turned around, I found Sarah and Lisa
quietly and calmly pulling each other's hair out by the roots. Their faces were
perfectly calm as if this was the most natural thing in the world to be doing. In
fact, I could pick up a slight smile on their faces even though they were clearly
enduring a lot of pain. I could see a fair amount of long blond hair falling on Lisa's
shoulder and a clump of Sarah's dark hair fall to the ground.
My cock was still rock hard. In fact, the sight of these girls' straining and flexing
bodies challenging each other was making me harder than I think I have ever
been. My heart was racing. I thought I was going to have the threesome of my
life. I envisioned the girls vying to get at my cock, not mixing it up in a vicious
catfight.
But it was not a vicious catfight. This was slow, quiet and calculating. They
exchanged cold stares while they grabbed two fists of the other girl's hair. Their
dresses rose up to their hips, as they each took a wide stance to keep balance
against the force of the other's hair pull. I couldn't help comparing their bodies. In
their high heels and dresses that had risen way too high, I was transfixed,
admiring their amazing strong shapely legs and round hard derrieres. The two
dresses seemed to become even tighter, as their breasts tried to burst from their
cleavage enhancing bras those lace was just barely visible. I was still thinking of
their breast comparison argument on the dance floor, and was now sure there
wasn't much difference in size there. These girls took very good care of their
bodies and looked quiet similar. The only obvious difference was their hair and
skin tone. Sarah was very fair skinned with dark black hair and Lisa was a "Santa
Monica baby" with a tan color and beach blonde hair. Both girls had bright blue
eyes that were locked in a devastating staring contest.

More and more hair was falling to the floor and on to their cleavage. Still they had
what seemed like little smiles on their faces, even though they had strained looks
in their eyes. Then it dawned on me, their smiles came from the pain they caused
the other and sight of the loss of the other's hair. It was also clear to me they
were making an effort to conceal their emotions behind a smile, not wanting to
show any sign of weakness. Their smiles were a sign of confidence, a way of
hiding emotion and a result of the genuine pleasure in recognizing a victory over
the other. But after a few minutes of this quiet battle, the strain was obvious on
their faces. First Lisa, then Sarah, closed her eyes.
I was frozen in my tracks. I realized that my hand was still on the door handle. As I
released it, the door slammed shut. The sound jolted me as if from a dream. It felt
like ear plugs were removed from my ears and my vision seemed to sharpen. I
could hear the girls quietly saying to each other, "Bitch, slut, bitch, he's mine," as
if they were having a calm conversation.
Lisa and Sarah had seemed like such nice fun loving women. Now they looked like
two dominatrices battling for supremacy. I stepped forward towards them very
uncertain what to do. I would have jumped in, and pulled them apart, if they were
rolling on the floor, scratching and screaming. But this seemed like some kind of
sexual ritual. I was completely frozen by hedonistic lust at this display that was so
primal and animalistic.
As I stepped next to them, I could see their smiles were gone, and their eyes were
watering. They had pulled out more hair than I had thought. I watched some of
Sarah's dark hair float down and slide onto her smooth breast. Their cleavage was
impressive, and I mentally kicked myself for looking at their tits instead of trying
to stop this violent scene.
"Listen girls," I said. "Stop this."

Lisa's lips parted but she didn't speak. Her lips sparkled as she exhaled. Then I
looked at Sarah's shiny lips. I wanted to kiss them both.
Suddenly they shifted positions, each girl opened her legs a little wider to get a
better balance. Their high heels dug into the carpet. They were pulling each
other's heads around by the hair, and probably trying to knock the other down
with a pull. Their hemlines were now over their hips allowing me to see two
stringy thongs, not doing a very good job of hiding the two pussies I had dreamed
about these last months. This detail I did not miss, as I thought about these girls
getting dressed earlier in the evening, preparing to go out with me for the night.
They both chose to wear this kind of underwear for only one reason.
I couldn't help myself. I reached down with my left hand to touch Sarah's
dampening thong. With my right hand I touched Lisa's pussy. They were both
soaking wet and ready. I heard Lisa moan. I'm sure I found her clit. Then all hell
broke loose. Their hands must have slipped. Or perhaps entire locks of hair were
pulled from the scalp. But in an instant, as I massaged two engorged clitorises,
there was a flurry of hands flying by my face. Lisa connected a terrific slap across
Sarah's face and Sarah returned the sentiment with hard fist driven into Lisa's
right breast. Lisa fell back on the bed and Sarah against the wall.
Lisa bounced on the bed and back to her high heels, lunging at Sarah. Their nails
were out like daggers as they each caught each other's right hand with her left.
They danced around the room like this for a moment, but couldn't keep balance.
This was a catfight. They fell. Down on the floor their legs tangled and their
breasts mashed together. With their first scream, I dove down between them and
pushed them apart.
"That's enough!" I yelled.
They both sat on the floor looking at each other. They looked so sexy with wild
hair and bosoms heaving. There was a bite mark on Sarah's left breast. Lisa was
rubbing her groin where Sarah had sharply kneed Lisa's sex.

For a long time we all sat on the floor catching our breath. The sight of their
cleavage barely held back by these lacey bras and exposed smooth sexy legs was
too much. Their dresses were ripped open and falling off. And what was just a
little water in the eyes had turned into quiet tears coming from both girls. This
evening seemed ruined. My cock was still rock hard, but it was not going to get
any pussy tonight. And most likely I had ruined even a chance at friendship, let
alone any sexual relationship, with either of these hot girls in the future.
Lisa picked up a handful of Sarah's black hair from the floor and smirked at Sarah.
Sarah reached up and touched her scalp from wear that hair came from.
"Bitch," Sarah said softly. "Get the fuck out of here, unless you want to watch me
fuck my man."
"Not a chance, bitch. How about this: I slap the shit out of you, and sit there
crying and watch while I fuck my man."
Slowly the girls stood up. I shot to my feet.
"Not like this!" I said. "There won't be anything left of you. And I'm not going to
have sex with either of you if I'm taking one or both of you to the hospital."
"Well I'm not sharing you with her!"
"Neither am I."
Again we were quiet for a moment. Again I found myself checking out these two
sexy fighters instead of working out a solution to this problem.
I was looking at Sarah's scratch on her bosom as she scolded me, "Why did you
bring us up here if you didn't expect a catfight?"

I blinked and thought. I did not expect a catfight. Did I? I think I wanted a threeway, or some kinky competition for my attention to continue in the bedroom. But
wait? "Expect a catfight," she had said; Sarah seemed to expect a catfight. From
Sarah's tone it seemed like she wanted a catfight and I was the bad guy for
stopping it.
"You thought you were going have a nice little threesome, huh?" Lisa said.
"I don't know what I thought." I honestly said. I explained that I had wanted to
have sex with both of them ever since I had known them. I thought I would be
lucky to have either of them. And now, with both of them fighting for me, I was
out of my element. "I suppose I brought you up here to keep you making a scene
down in the club downstairs. That was really sexy when you bumped your breasts
together. I've been on sexual autopilot since then. I am such a breast man you
know and that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
Lisa confidently pulled off what was left of her dress and stood there with her tiny
thong and lacey push up bra.
"Now you know why they call those miracle bras." Sarah said looking at Lisa's
intense cleavage.
Lisa raised her eyes and put her hands on her hips facing Sarah.
Sarah responded by pulling off her dress. She too had a lacey bra and tiny thong.
She up fastened her bra and dropped it to the floor. Aside from the red mark on
her left breast, her breasts were perfect.
"You should leave before you embarrass yourself, sweetie." Sarah said presenting
her nice hard breasts.
Lisa replied by dropping her bra to the floor too. Sarah was overconfident. From
my perspective, Lisa's breasts were outstanding, certainly just as impressive as

Sarah's. Sarah placed her hands on her hips to match Lisa's pose, as they pointed
their nipples as each other, inviting me to compare and pick the best.
I don't know how to measure women's chest sizes from just looking, but I am a
breast man. Like I said on the dance floor, more than a handful is a waste. But I do
like a handful, not too small and not too big. This sight was making me dizzy. They
were inviting me to compare. What was I supposed to do? Bigger breasts are not
better, and besides, there was no clear visual difference. These girls both had
amazing bodies. They had nice round tits with what looked like rock hard nipples.
Sarah's nipples were darker than Lisa's pink buttons. Lisa's beach body had no tan
line, and Sarah's white skin had probably never seen the sun. The girls took
pleasure in my gaze, as my head whipped from side to side from Lisa to Sarah and
back. They posed and thrust out their chests knowing that I was comparing them.
Then breaking the spell, Lisa turned and picked up the phone.
"Room service, I'd like to order some champagne on ice." Lisa said giving a nasty
look at Sarah, and then smiled at me. "Fine. Thanks."
Lisa looked at me and did a little shimmy making her chest a wiggle. Then Lisa
looked at Sarah and walked right up to her. I sat up straight, ready to jump
between them again. Sarah took a step forward to meet Lisa, and they glared at
each other.
"So," Lisa said to Sarah without blinking. "You think your tits are better than mine,
huh?"
"Most definitely." Sarah replied. "The breast man here thinks so too."
"Those soggy things?"
"Ha! Firmer and bigger than yours."

Now with the girls, just inches apart, standing nipple to nipple I could see that
Sarah was overstating things. At this angle, it looked like Lisa might even be a bit
bigger. Sarah's breasts were nice and round, while Lisa might be a bit pointier. But
those were slight differences. I could never pick whose breasts I liked better. The
word "firmer" echoed in my head.
Lisa used her forearms to squeeze her tits together and said, "Firmer than mine?
Bull shit. Didn't you feel my breasts squish yours down there on the dance floor."
"In your dreams."
"You're afraid to finished what you started."
My mind went back to a few minutes earlier when Sarah and Lisa bumped boobs
down on the dance floor.
Sarah and Lisa looked down at their nipples that were just inches apart. I could
see the mark on Sarah's breast where Lisa bit it. And Sarah must have felt my
gaze. We all three looked at the mark on Sarah's left breast.
"You're going to pay for that."
"Ooo," Lisa replied quickly. "That must hurt. That will bruise. Looks like it's turtle
necks for you for a while."
In sharp reaction to Lisa's words, Sarah stabbed her left breast into Lisa's right
breast. Lisa inhaled and gave a shocked look as if Sarah had just plunged a knife
into her. Didn't she expect that? Or maybe Sarah's breast was more solid than Lisa
thought?
But Lisa quickly recomposed herself, smiled, and then pushed her breast back into
Sarah's. For a second both women betrayed a nervous look as the stared intently
at their breast-to-breast contact. This was a moment of truth. Up until now it was

all words, but now they were in physical contact, they had established a whole
new level of communication. I suppose if one of the girls' breasts were firmer,
now we would know. But I saw no sign of confidence or fear after their nervous
look disappeared. They both sneered and gave the other an angry look. Neither
would back down.
Slowly, the girls brought their other breasts into contact. Their tits mashed
together methodically as they angled their shoulders. For a long moment these
two nearly naked women stood their ground, hands on hips, leaning into each
other touching only breast to breast. We all looked carefully for any sign of
weakness, if either girl's breasts proved stronger, more dominant.
I can't say how sexy this looked. In thongs and high heels; certainly these hard
bodies were sexy enough alone; seeing them both like this doubled the effect. But
now that they stood pressed together in this unique kind of feminine challenge,
the sex allure was multiplied. I felt they understood this. That by pressing their
breasts together my sexual response would be exaggerated. Their aggressive
facial expressions and stance directed at each other was sexy in itself, but that
they flexed their muscles and tightened their chests, only improved the look of
these two sexy bodies. But most of all, this was an amazing declaration of sexual
desire for me. They were presenting their nearly naked bodies to me for me to
judge and pick a winner. On top of that, they were using their own body try to try
to minimize, literally reduce the breast size of the other. I always imagined that
girls took pride in the size and shape of their breasts, and in competition with
another girl, would want to minimize the allure of her rival's chest. That these
girls wanted to have sex with me so much, that they did not want to share, and in
fact, were willing to physically engage each other was a dizzying measure of how
much they wanted me. This expression of sexual libido elicited a stronger sexual
desire in me.
The girls were clearly increasing the pressure, as I witnessed their bosoms mash
together, cleavage enhanced even more, as breasts rose and pushed back. It was
clear from my view that they had met their match. When they first touched

breast to breast each had a moment of trepidation. They were both clearly proud
of their reasonably large chests, but neither girl's chest size was particularly oversized. When it was clear that the winner would not be chosen by breast size, it
was a matter of firmness and fitness. That meant a physical contest. That must
have taken some will, and confidence, for each girl to test her breast against the
other. If one girl's breasts had proven significantly firmer, would the loser pack up
and go home? Maybe not, but I can only imagine an experience like that would
scar you for a long time. Standing naked in front of the man you want to fuck,
with your rival right in front of you, a woman could never want it shown that her
rival's breasts are better. I can only imagine the desire to win such a contest must
have been the driving force. Or perhaps given the right circumstance, the very
rare proximity and setting, when two heterosexual women are alone with the
man they are competing for, topless and too close for comfort, yelling, hitting,
scratching or kicking will not do. Nipple to nipple, when two rival women meet
like this, the most natural base instinct, unless completely obvious who would
win, would be to have a tit fight. Maybe they could not help themselves. Still, that
they did that kind of test, breast-to-breast, was amazing, instead of trying to
renew their cat scratching and clawing. But like their hair pulling display before,
they both remained calm, and in fact, like before, they each smiled from time to
time. Again, the devilish smile each girl occasionally displayed was not a result of
physical pleasure, but rather from a sense that her breast had demonstrated
some kind of superiority over it's counter part, perhaps causing some pain, or
finding some softness or weakness in the other's breast.
This breast-to-breast challenge was more than I could handle. I thought I would
shoot my load in my pants right there. Why was this so sexy? It was sexy when
they were rolling on the floor legs tangled, scratching and biting. The display of
flexed muscles, the increasing exposure of feminine skin through ripped clothes,
and mostly because I was the object of such sexual lust, made this the sexiest
experience of my life. But this was better. Why was this calm bosom against
bosom challenge so much sexier? I mean, it seemed that this would be a contest
to see whose tits could dish out the most damage to the other girl's, or rather it
was a test to see which girl could endure the most pressure. How was that sexier?

Did I just want to choose the girl who had the least sensitive breasts? That wasn't
it. But really, I was not choosing at all. And that was it. These girls knew that I
found their cleavage irresistibly attractive, I loved their breasts, and I could never
choose between them. Women instinctively compete with each other by showing
off their breasts, so Sarah and Lisa took it to the next level by physically
challenging each other with their breasts. They knew I didn't want the girl who
could scratch or bite harder, but rather I wanted the girl who displayed some kind
of feminine superiority over the other. I wanted them to pick the winner. Each girl
wanted me to see her own breasts, the thing I found so sexy, physically dominate
her rival's breasts. We all seemed to understand that these girls matching sexual
assets would best decide this sexual conflict.
Like a slow dance, the girls stepped around the hotel room touching only breast
to breast. But they pushed hard. Occasionally, one would breath in quickly, as if in
reaction to a shock, and the other girl would give a devilish smile. This was a slow
methodical contest. It occurred to me that they were literally feeling each other
out. Lisa might shift her weight and bring her chest down, while Sarah would react
by bending her knees to position her beasts a little below Lisa's. Then, as if in
agreement, they would both pause and push, looking very carefully into the
other's eyes for any sign of weakness. After assessing the result, they would
reposition their breasts again, pause, and push. Sometimes I would see Lisa's eyes
blink or Sarah's lips part, in reaction to the assault of the other. Eyes would widen
in recognition or discovery of some dark secret the other girl was hiding. I hardly
realized that beyond this breast challenge the girls were engaged in a deadly
staring contest. They were looking deep into the other's eyes, into each other's
souls, measuring each other's commitment to this fight and trying to implant
doubt into the other's psyche.
They stood perfectly still now, and I could see the blood pumping in their necks
and shoulders, as their entire body sought to repel the invading nipples of the
rival girl. Slowly their expressions changed. Biceps flexed and thighs tightened.
Something was going to happen.

There was a knock on the door. The spell was broken as the girls separated and
backed away from each other. I looked from Sarah to Lisa. With their backs to
each other, they both hid a worried look in their faces as they cautiously did
breast self-examinations.
I went to the door. It was the champagne, of course. I paid the delivery woman
and took the tray in myself.
As I set the ice bucket down, I noticed there were only two glasses. Lisa and Sarah
had renewed confident looks on their faces. As I went to open the bottle, without
a word of explaining, the girls took some ice from the bucket. Methodically, as if
by practiced routine, the girls rubbed their breasts, and nipples in particular, with
ice cubes. Again the staring contest was on. I put the un-opened bottle back into
the bucket and sat on the edge of the bed. This was not over.
Their breasts must have been freezing cold, but it was obvious what they were
doing. I could see their nipples harden and their breasts seem to firm up as goose
bumps formed. Their skin glistened, as it grew moist. But neither girl shivered or
showed any sign of weakness. Lisa threw her ice cube on the floor. Sarah put hers
in her mouth and slowly sucked it in puckering her lips. The large ice cube was just
the width of my erect cock, and I'm sure Sarah knew that.
Lisa smirked and stepped forward toe to toe with Sarah. Sarah didn't back down,
instead she brought her nipples into contact with Lisa's again. For a moment they
stood there nipple-to-nipple hardly moving. What were they doing? Were they
giving the other a chance to back down? Was this just a feminine dominance
thing? I stood up next to them, looked closer at the nipple contact and could see
what was going on. They were nipple dueling. Their iced nipples jabbed, parried
then pressed together, trying to bend the other back, to the side or something. It
seemed that Lisa's nipples were getting the worst of it. Sarah's nipples jabbed
directly into Lisa's, and seemed to actually push Lisa's nipples back into Lisa's
breasts, to the immense satisfaction of Sarah.

I placed my left arm around Lisa and my right arm around Sarah almost
unconsciously. That seemed to break some kind of spell. Lisa backed up and
looked at me.
"Lose the pants, Mister!" Lisa ordered.
It didn't take a second for me to be completely naked. I stood proudly with my
erection pointing up into the sky like a flagpole.
Sarah looked down admiring this sight. Lisa grabbed another ice cube.
"That's not going to help sister." Sarah said looking at Lisa icing her nipples again.
"Now that I can see what I'm fighting for," Lisa replied gesturing at my cock, "I
have the inspiration I need."
Again, Lisa threw her ice cube down and stepped up to Sarah. Sarah stood her
ground. Their breasts touched and pressed into each other again.
"Come here sweetie," Sarah said to me. "Come in close, and watch my tits crush
hers."
I didn't hesitate. Again I put my arms around both girls. At the same time, the girls
placed their arms around each other. I found that my cock was longer than it had
ever been. I looked in amazement as it slid between the two girls' smooth hard
stomachs. I moved my hands down to the small of their backs, and pushed them
together so that their abs mashed into my swelling cock. I grabbed their asses as I
had longed to do all week. As I squeezed, was shocked when I heard both girls
give off a little scream. My vision was so dizzy that I didn't noticed what they were
doing to each other. Each girl had brought her hands up to the shoulder blades of
the other girl and pulled in a hard deadly embrace, slamming their tits into each
other. They were engaged in a vicious mutual bear hug. Their breasts, which had
normally projected out perhaps two inches from their chests, were now

compressed down to just a half an inch. The volume of their chests was pressing
out in all directions. Each was trying to crush the life out of the other girl's breasts
with her own breasts, right under my nose. As they squeezed the reaction was
intense in their faces. After they screamed, each closed her eyes, not wanting to
admit her feelings to the other, not wanting to allow the other girl to look into her
eyes and reveal any loss of pride.
With my face just inches away from theirs, I could feel their rapid breath. They no
doubt felt my throbbing cock mashed between their bodies. With my arms
wrapped around their tiny waists, I realized I was keeping them from falling over.
They had abandoned any notion of trying to keep balance as they pressed
together; thigh against thigh, belly button kissing belly button, and breast battling
breast.
Rapidly they shifted their arms so that they were completely hugging each other's
upper body. Their faces pressed together like their breasts did. Everything about
these girls was squeezed together with my erection inserted between them. I
couldn't help myself by again placing my hands on their asses and squeezing. My
dick was compressed and as they shifted and angled; it was rolled and massaged.
They groaned from the pain they inflicted on each other, but it seemed like a
reaction to my cock penetrating between them. In my mind, the sounds of their
groans, reactions to the breast stab of the other, sounded like moans of sexual
pleasure. Their foreheads bumped as they looked down to their battling boobs. As
their compression increased, they moaned again while pressing their faces
together. They rolled their heads so that they were cheek to cheek. Lisa's left
eyelash poked into Sarah's eyelash as they both looked up at me with their
beautiful gleaming sexy blue eyes. The girls' lips were slightly parted as they took
rapid breaths quick short exhales. Their eyes look longingly and deep into mine.
And again, in reaction to a mutual thrust, they moaned. As they squeezed hard
again, breast mashing into breast, their lips moistened. This conflict, this
endurance test, sounded less like a fight and more like an orgasmic experience.
Their rapid breathing, their longing looks that begged me to choose and fuck,

their moans in rhythmic response to their tightening and relaxing embrace felt
more like sex to me than any conflict. And maybe that was the point, as these
girls wanted to sexually defeat the other.
The expression in these girls' faces was orgasmic, literally. I could not resist the
sight of those moist red parted lips. I pressed forward to kiss; I don't know whom.
And our lips met. Two tongues lashed out and entered my mouth. I sucked them
both in and we all three met in the most erotic kiss of my life. But it didn't last
long as I felt their tongues press together. Each girl used her tongue to push the
other's tongue away. I pulled back and saw what I suppose most every guy
secretly fantasizes about, two sexy girls kissing.
Is that why men like to see catfights? Is that what was so special about this titfight? Men have some irrational longing to see lesbian kissing, or sex, so therefore
this conflict was some kind of sublimation of that? These girls were far from
lesbian, and had absolutely no desire to sexually satisfy the other. In fact, their
every effort was to diminish the sexual appeal of the other. Their kiss did not last
a second as they spit on each other, and I could see the distain in their eyes as
they pulled their heads back while jamming their breasts into each other even
harder. They didn't loosen their grip one bit. As they looked down at their breasts
pressed together, I could see the disappointed expression in each girl's face from
the disillusionment that her breasts had not crushed, penetrated or otherwise
dominated the other girl's breasts. These girls each had always had some measure
of pride in her figure and chest in particular. Each girl was genuinely confident
that her breasts were better. Over the last few weeks, they must have compared,
and sized each other up, learning the other's pride in "her babies," her own
beloved boobs. Knowing this about the other, and feeling increasingly
competitive, sexually challenged, these girls physically wanted to impress the
superiority of her breasts over her rival.
Now with my left hand on Lisa's ass, and my right on Sarah's, the girls leaned their
upper bodies back a little. Still pressing their thighs and stomachs into each other

with my cock still trapped between, their breasts parted a little but still touched
nipple to nipple.
For the first time in this contest, some strategy seemed to come into play. Earlier,
before the champagne arrived, they had taken it slow, probing, adjusting and
thrusting, looking to see the reaction in the other's face. Now they put that
information to the test. With their arms around each other, I could clearly see Lisa
lower her nipple in order to jab the under side of Sarah's right breast. Sarah was
wise to this and tried to bring her breast down so they would impact nipple to
nipple. I could sense Sarah's desire to invert Lisa's nipple with her own. Their
chests mashed together hard, and from the look on Sarah's face, Lisa must have
got the best of that encounter. Lisa smiled and released Sarah. But Sarah
recovered quickly and held her chest up high and proudly.
"Afraid to go nipple to nipple with me?" Sarah asked.
"Never."
The girls lined up their nipples and pressed in.
Sarah looked at me with some confidence and said, "Oh sweetie, too bad you can
see what's going on between our tits. My nipples are completely inverting hers
back into her body. I'm tit fucking her right now."
"Bull shit!" Lisa protested
Sarah rolled her shoulders causing the four breasts to roll and dispense some pain
to Lisa, who could not conceal twinge. Sarah gave a satisfied laugh.
"See," Sarah said. "My breasts own her breasts."
But then Lisa rolled her shoulders also causing the four breasts to roll and grind.
Now both girls moaned and Sarah sneered back. They grabbed each other's back

high and tight, then started to roll and grind their breasts together hard without
pulling back. Seeing rival breasts grind into each other was like rolling two
balloons into each other. As the girls rolled their shoulders, they also wiggled their
hips causing my cock to grind between their hard abs. I was worried I was going to
pop before one of these breasts did.
I could see what seemed to be a little tear in Lisa's eyes. Sarah noticed as well and
gave a satisfied evil smirk. But then her confident expression vanished as she too
winced in pain.
Lisa loosened her grip and Sarah relaxed causing their breasts to re-inflate back to
their full size. But just as quickly, the girls pulled each other in causing their
breasts to mushroom together. This time Sarah let out a squeaking sound. I felt
the muscles in Sarah's back loosen. Sarah's mouth opened slightly as if to say
something. The girls relaxed as they made eye contact, then quickly they pulled
their breasts together again. Their breasts mashed and flattened. But unlike
before, when their collision looked like two round balloons mashing together,
there were crease lines showing, which seemed more like two rippling cans
crushed together than any kind of flexible ball.
Again they relaxed and again they crushed together. The women moaned in
response. But it seemed that Lisa was getting the best of Sarah. Lisa must have
found a weak spot and was jabbing her nipples in over and over again. Sarah tried
to maintain her composure, but now I saw a tear in Sarah's eyes. Lisa pressed the
matter and pulled Sarah's chest into hers again. This time Sarah let out an
involuntary squeal.
"Fuck!" Sarah yelled.
Lisa acted quickly and brought her right breast under Sarah's left and thrust
Sarah's boob up. Then Lisa pushed Sarah's breasts to the right and left. Sarah
desperately tried to catch her breath with each of Lisa's assaults.

I could feel Sarah's grip loosen around Lisa. And Lisa's grip tightened. Lisa's eyes
were red and watery with tears ready to fall, but everything else about Lisa said,
victory. There was an intense look in her eye while Sarah's face revealed a sense
of desperation.
Lisa's tan boobs were pushing Sarah's porcelain breasts every which way. It
seemed that Lisa had more control over Sarah's breasts than Sarah did. Now
when they mashed their bosoms into each other, Lisa's breasts seemed to keep
their shape while Sarah's sagged and deflated. Only moments ago it looked like
they were pressing four peaches into each other, now it seems like Lisa's hard
fruit were playing games with Sarah's water balloons. Sarah started to silently
sob.
Lisa looked deep into Sarah's eyes.
"Can you feel that, bitch? That's the feeling of my tits beating yours."
Lisa grabbed Sarah in tight, and gave her a hard long squeeze. Their noses
touched and breasts mashed together hard. But it was now quiet evident that
Sarah's breasts were sagging and mashed back by Lisa's hard breasts that barely
changed shape. Sarah brought her hands around onto the front of Lisa's
shoulders, and tried to push Lisa away. But Lisa had Sarah in a tight vise grip and I
was still holding them together at the waist. Bringing her breasts above Sarah's,
Lisa jammed them down creating quite a sight. Lisa's breasts covered Sarah's
breasts, perhaps engulfing them, as Sarah's sagged below. Lisa pulled back,
causing their breasts to separate. Lisa's breasts stood out high and proud, while
Sarah's noticeably sagged below. Sarah dropped her hands in defeat. I thought my
cock would explode between their girls.
Finally, for good measure, Lisa looked up at me with confidence, lined her nipples
into Sarah's and clearly pushed Sarah's nipples back into her body. Sarah was
crying now.

Lisa released Sarah and I stepped back. Sarah crumpled to the floor grabbing her
chest as Lisa towered over her.
Lisa ripped off her thong and pushed me back onto the bed. I don't know how
long Sarah stayed there on the floor as Lisa mounted me, and fucked my brains
out. I have never seen such a look of pride on a woman's face as Lisa's, as she
cupped her breasts fondling them as she road on top of me. She gripped them
tight and squeezed them together as she closed her eyes tossing her hair back.
Then her whole body seemed to contract and shiver. As she shook, she started to
moan and repeat, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Her orgasm put me over the edge. As she came, her vagina seemed to clamp
down crushing my erection as if in a vice grip. Lisa opened her eyes wide, and
staring at me, she said, "Tell me I'm sexier than that bitch. Tell me my tits are
better than Sarah's!"
I shot my load into Lisa, an ejaculation like I have never felt. I reached up and
grabbed Lisa's breast squeezing and kneading them as I mindless said, "Yes, yes,
oh Lisa you are the sexiest woman I have ever known."
"You liked watching my breasts beat Sarah's, didn't you?"
I had to admit it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. "Oh yes!" was all I could say
as my cock pumped away.
"Tell me my breasts are better than Sarah's!"
I could feel the last drop of cum drain from my now fading cock. I was completely
relaxed, as if I had just released and injected all my energy into Lisa. She was
beaming as she sat proudly on top of me.

"Yes, baby," I said. "Your breasts are so much better than Sarah's. She was a fool
to challenge you. When your breasts beat hers that was the sexiest thing I have
ever seen."
Then I hear the door to the hotel room open and slam shut.
Lisa glanced to the door smiled then fell on my chest giving me a deep
penetrating kiss.