Karen And Sarah Ch 01 5

Interlude

They glared at each other, threats still hanging in the air. Karen's fists were clenching and releasing, causing her biceps to stand out a bit. Sarah's face wore an expression of excitement, eyes wide and mouth upturned in the slightest smile. She appeared much more relaxed than the brunette. Both men noticed the blonde take a deep breath before speaking again, this time in a much more subdued tone.

"It's only been a week, Karen. Do you really want to do this now? You didn't beat me when your tits were at their best. Do you honestly think you stand a chance when they haven't even recovered yet? Or did you feel so angry and humiliated this last week that you felt you had to come over here and put on a brave front for Matt?" Seeing the brunette still looking at her, but not appearing ready to respond, Sarah took a step towards Karen and continued.

"I bet you've convinced your husband that you can beat me. You probably spent all week telling him about what you would do to me if we ever fought again. You're so proud of your tits, and so turned on by how much your husband worships them, that you can't accept that mine are better and you definitely can't let him think they are. Is that it Karen, is your pride as wounded as your weak little titties and you want another fight to try and even the score even though we both know you can't win?" Again, Sarah realized no response was coming. Both husbands noted the blonde's body language showing total comfort and relaxation as she stepped towards the brunette again, this time stopping with their tits mere inches away.

"I'm sure it's a little of both. You're humiliated that you lost and desperate to prove to Matt that your tits are good enough to beat mine, but that's not the main thing. No, Karen, I know what's really going on. When my big tits were smothering your face, you were reaching and trying to grope my juicy ass. Then you got so turned on sucking my tits that I thought you were going to pass out. You want to titfight me again because you got turned on by the sensation of my better tits beating yours fair and square. You do all that MMA and other fighting stuff, but the thing you're most proud of is your tits and you never thought they'd lose to another woman's. I bet you've masterbated to the memory of our fight all week long. What part is it that turns you on the most? The feeling of my long, sharp nipples tenderizing your little stumps? Or maybe it was the taste of my sweaty tits in your mouth? Or maybe, just maybe, Karen, you've been getting off to the memory of your husband's cock exploding in my mouth. We all saw those weak little nipples trying to get erect again while you watched me suck him off. Admit it Karen, it was hot and you want to experience it all again."

"It was hot," Karen whispered as her voice lightly quivered, "but the thing I've been getting off to all week is the feeling I'm going to have when I beat you."

"Are you sure about that Karen? That's a shame since you're never going to know that feeling in real life. I'll beat your tits again, and again, and again no matter how many times you put those little things up against mine." Sarah paused for a moment and then continued, "You know what I've been getting off to all week, Karen? I'll tell you what. I was hammering three fingers inside my pussy today and exploded when I got to the part where I felt your tits give up and then heard you say you quit. I loved proving my tits were better, and I could do it again, but I've got one question for you loser."

"What's that," Karen replied with genuine intrigue in her voice.

"Why would I fight you again? I already proved my tits are better. I already beat you in front of both Matt and Jake. If I win again, all I'm doing is confirming what we already know. So, what's in it for me? What can you possibly offer that would make it worthwhile for me to beat your little titties flat again?"

Karen's eyes flashed anger and desperation as she looked at Sarah for a moment and then said, "Whatever you want. I'll do anything to get another chance."

"Boys, take a seat on the couch. Karen and I have some things to discuss and then we'll come back out and join you." Sarah then grabbed the brunette's hand and led her to the kitchen.

After their wives disappeared, Jake and Matt sat there silently, at first, as they took everything in. "We're two lucky SOB's, aren't we bro?" Jake said to his half-brother.

"Yes we are. I thought things couldn't get crazier than last week, but they looked like they couldn't wait to go at it just now. What do you think Sarah has in mind?"

"No idea man. Winning that titfight has unlocked an even wilder side of her. She's always been willing to experiment, and she even told some titfighting stories about the women at the restaurant the last time we were out, but this week has been off the charts."

"Yeah, that makes sense," Matt responded. "Karen would have been the same way immediately if she had won it. It took her a couple of days to be able to talk about it with me, but the last few nights have been wild. She's focused on Sarah though. Keeps describing where she made mistakes and how she would do it differently next time. I hope they figure it out so Karen can get even."

"That's not going to happen bro," Jake said with a little condescension in his voice.

"How can you be so sure? Karen dominated a lot of the first fight and the finish could have gone either way," Matt responded with irritation in his voice at how dismissive his half-brother was about his wife's chances of winning a titfight rematch.

"Sorry, Matt, but that was Karen's best chance. Sarah isn't as strong or athletic as Karen is, and we both saw her flatten your girl with her perfect tits. If they fight again, all you're going to see is my wife's tits dishing out a beating so bad that Karen will be afraid to fight her anymore."

"Jake, you smug asshole, care to make it interesting?"

"I don't want to take easy money from you Matt."

"Fuck you dude, your wife's tits aren't that great."

"Better than your wife's pair. I seem to remember them beaten and empty while my wife's perfect pair had all three of us sucking on them as part of the stakes she earned by making Karen's little tits disappear."

The half-brothers stared at each other, both feeling their pride in their own wife's body swelling as they defended her against the claims of the other man. Before they could say another word, Karen popped her head around the corner, "Hey boys. Strip completely naked and sit there on the couch until we join you." She then gave an exaggerated wink towards Jake and disappeared back to the kitchen.

Moments later their wives reappeared, both as naked as their husbands. Sarah, clearly enjoying being the titty queen, addressed them. "We agreed we are going to titfight again. It won't be tonight since we're both still recovering from the first fight. Karen has agreed that if she wins, she gets the same stakes I did in the first fight. If I win, then I can do anything I want except for fucking Matt or making Jake fuck her. What we didn't agree on was when we were going to do it and who would get to pick the time."

"Sarah and I devised a little contest to determine whose choice it will be. It's going to be a blowjob contest. Matt, Sarah is going to suck your dick again. Jake, you're going to be treated to my mouth giving you more pleasure than you've ever had before. Once one of you starts cumming, that wife will pull your dick out and spray as much cum on her tits as possible. After the losing wife has successfully gotten the other husband to cum, she'll have to worship the winner's tits with her mouth as she cleans all of her husband's cum off the other rack."

"That's right Karen, I'm going to prove to our husband's another way that I'm sexier than you, and then you're going to get to suck your favorite titties again. If you do a good job then I might even give you a little preview of some of the added humiliation you're going to suffer when I flatten your small, weak tits again." Turning to her husband, the blonde simply said, "Jake, set a five second timer on your phone. When we're both on our knees, start the timer and we'll start the contest when the timer goes off."

At first, Matt and Jake had been uncomfortable and felt a bit awkward being naked next to each other. Now, they were both as hard as they had been during the titfight, neither worried at all about the presence of the other. They watched their beautiful wives kneel down in front of their half-brother, Jake started the timer, and the beep signaling the start was followed by grunts from both men as the women wasted no time trying to extract the cum that would signal their victory.

These weren't superhuman men who could hold out forever as a beautiful woman tried to suck them off. Matt and Jake both knew their cocks were a little bigger than average and that both had completely outkicked their coverage in landing the women they did. It didn't take long for one man to tilt his head back and mutter, "oh fuck," only to have his exclamation matched by the other one a split second later. Next it was the other husband breathily exclaiming, "holy shit," with his counterpart almost shouting, "oh my god!" immediately after.

"I'm cumming!" "Aarrggghhhhh!" While they were close together, it was clear to all four participants that one husband had shot his load a second or two before the other. The winning wife had immediately popped the prick out of her mouth and was glistening with a layer of thick cum on her neck and chest. The losing wife simply kept the other gushing cock in her mouth, deciding to enjoy the spoils of her pleasure giving before being subjected to cleaning her own husband's cum off the other wife's rack.

Their husband's cum having been fully expelled, both women sat back on their heels for a minute, catching their breath after their animalistic assault on the cocks of their husband's half-brother. The winner then, with a beaming smile on her face, positioned herself on the floor, with her back to the couch, between the legs of their husbands and proudly shook her cum soaked tits at the loser. The loser's face showed embarrassment, and maybe even anger, for a second before she licked her lips and began gently licking and sucking the other wife's tits.

"God, Karen, if you keep ending up with my tits in your mouth I might have to start feeding you too. Now be a good girl and get every last drop of your husband's cum off my perfect tits."

The brunette shot her blonde tormentor a baleful look, but said nothing and continued to slowly, meticulously use her mouth to clean Matt's cum off her tits. Tiring a bit, Karen shifted a bit to one side, only to find Sarah's right hand shooting between her thighs, with a single finger penetrating between her folds.

"The next time we titfight," Sarah said as Karen ignored the stimulation and continued her focus on the blonde's tits, "I'm going to find the biggest strap-on that you can handle and I'm going to fuck your brains out like no man has ever done." The blonde then inserted a second, third, and fourth finger, upping the intensity of her fingering to the point that the brunette's face rested on one of the blonde's tits, her mouth open and lightly tonging the engorged pink nipple. Moments later Karen squealed as her pussy released its juices on Sarah's fingers.

Forcing her fingers in the brunette's mouth, Sarah continued, "There's levels to this Karen, and you're not on mine. Get your cum off my hand and your husband's cum off my chest." Karen did as she was told, still taking her time to make sure she didn't miss a drop. When she was finished, she made eye contact with the blonde, wondering if there was more to come. Sarah stood up, looked at both men, and made her next decision.

"Look at Matt's cock, muscle slut. He's almost fully hard again. He loves watching me prove I'm sexier than you and then making you worship these big girls." The blonde lifted both her naked tits with one arm, shaking them gently at her rival's husband. "Sit next to your husband on the couch while Jake and I show you how winner's celebrate."

Sarah then mounted the rapidly stiffening cock of her husband and began regaling him with her version of the titfight rematch. Karen staired at the fucking couple, listening to every word the blonde uttered about the eventual dual. She was surprised that some of Sarah's suggestions about Karen's tactics in the rematch were good ones that she hadn't thought of herself. She was more surprised that a few were exactly the kinds of things she intended to try, and that in Sarah's rendition of their next encounter those moves mostly worked. What she wasn't surprised by was the blonde talking about how this time her bigger tits would wear down Karen's own smaller pair more quickly, and how decisive the ending would be.

"I'm going to milk her dry and flatten her little tits even worse this time!" Sarah yelled as she approached climax.

"Fuck yeah you are babe, she doesn't stand a chance against your perfect girls!" Jake responded.

"I'm not going to lose a single drop of milk against those weak sacks. I'm going to throw her ass down and dove fuck her little pussy with my big, perfect titties and then I'm going to get that strap-on and passionate, satisfying fuck of her life. She'll be begging for rematches just so I'll fuck her again!"

With that last exclamation, Sarah finally orgasmed, her body quivering on top of her husband as his half-brother and sister-in-law watched from just a few feet away. After taking a minute to recover, the blonde stood up again in front of everyone and motioned with her hands for the brunette to join her.

"Karen, I'm going to take my time and titfight you when I feel like it. Jake and I have been playing a little game at restaurants, where we pick out potential opponents for me and then tell stories right there. I might try getting that to happen for real sometime, and you'll just have to wait your turn. We might see someone out in public who looks like she could give my girls a fight, and go with that if she agrees. Wherever, whenever, and whoever is completely my decision now, and you'll just have to wait until I decide I want to beat your titties flat again." Sarah stepped forward and pushed her tits into the brunette's pair and said, "Remember one thing. I'm not just the titty queen," as she looked down between them to see her bigger pair pushing her opponent's pair out of the way, "I'm YOUR titty queen."

With that she told the men to get dressed and put her arm around the brunette before walking with her back to the kitchen, as if they were the closest of friends and nothing had happened. The wives shortly rejoined their husbands, and watched the evening's festivities as the new year began.