An Italian Sandwich

Diana was unique, but maybe not as unique as she believed herself to be. Sure, she was more muscular than most of Bubbles’ parameters, had better skin, looked like a living goddess - but, when it came to actions, she was hardly the first to try and resist Bubble’s allure. It wasn’t uncommon for a woman to feel a bit overtaken by the Virgin Killer’s presence, to try and resist her body’s reaction.

Bubbles had seen it before, and she’d crushed through it before. Though, to be honest, she couldn’t remember the last time such work offered such a reward.

With Mariah working in tandem, the two of them began to work and create sensuous friction between their bodies. Bubbles thrusted her hip upwards, kissing Diana’s crotch between the thin material. Maria’s slammed her waist against Diana’s backside, then slowly rubbed into it, loving the way those muscular glutes felt against her sex. Bubbles’ breasts pushed against the Italian’s chest, threatening to overlap and overwhelm it, while Mariah’s pillowed against that hardened back.

She could feel it. They both could. Diana was melting between them like a candy bar on a hot summer’s day, and she was every bit as delicious. The Italian kept up appearances, was trying to sound confident, but…

”Just keep telling yourself that.” Bubbles whispered, before her tongue teamed up with Mariah’s to assault Diana’s ear, swirling around the inside while her wife handled the outer rim.

When the moment had passed, Diana would likely have kicked herself for being such a fragile being. Sure, she had offered a good fight for what it was worth with Bubbles, when the fight was a fight that is, but the moment the two began to turn sincere, a robust, firm Italian figure might aswell have been made of putty. Let alone when two became three.

Not that she at all wanted the moment to pass. Albeit, not that she'd admit it.

"Oh..christ..." Not at all sure whether she could accurately pick which sensation she was enjoying more; the powerful, lustful grindings to her abdomen, hips and thighs, or the bouncy thrusts against her sizeable posterior, Diana's previously tensed up mitts had found themselves hanging on for dear life to Bubble's chiselled sides.

With her sex already beginning to dampen the fabric that now pressed against it so tightly thanks to the thrusting amazon beneath her, Diana's eyes clenched shut with such force any carbon between them would have been turned to diamond; with the Italian evidently trying to hold on aslong as she could, despite the fact that Diana's 'demise' was evidently a case of when, not if. At this point, even the softer, sweet smelling figure clad to her back could of ragdolled the usually fierce Italian.

Eyes finally opening as the two tender lovers slipped tongues against ear, Diana could not remember the last time her face had adopted the pose it had now; eyes somewhat rolling up as her mouth opened partially wide, her face reduced to silliness amidst her monstrous arousal.

Somehow, someway, an idea came into the Italian's noggin in amidst her sexual heaven. Slipping free of the sandwhich that had now formed around her was now the very definition of impossible, but said idea that formed in Diana's head resembled the gentlest, lewdest of forms of revenge, one that even her now completely mush-like figure could muster. Sliding her right thigh inwards amidst thrusting so powerful, a lesser woman could of outright snapped, Diana could take solace in the fact her limp leg was now pressed inbetween Bubble's own monstrous thighs, right against her crotch.

Could she thrust, or even grind it against the amazon of her own free will? Absolutely not, she was simply too wary, and too focused upon resisting the urge to cover those prior mentioned meaty thighs with a thick release. But then again, she didn't really have to. Every jostle from either of the married couple would now come around to Bubble's, in the form of Diana's limp, firm thigh grinding against her. Simply put, every jostle the Italian felt would come down upon Bubble's own tender nethers!

A part of Diana however, amidst her smug, monstrously aroused state, did feel bad. There was simply nothing she could do to the beauty currently thrusting her curvaceous rear into flat mush.

She didn't feel bad for much longer mind. There'd always be afters to have with Mariah.

That is, if there was anything left of Diana by the end of their current motion.

”You can just call me Bubbles, but thanks for the compliment.”

Mariah reached over and gave her a little slap upside her head for that small joke, a small drop of levity amidst a sea of raging lust. Normally, that might have been enough to ruin the mood, but Diana was worked up to such a point that there was probably nothing either of them could do to cool her off much. Even if they’d stopped altogether, the Italian would still be a sweaty mess on the canvas, leaking from her sex, rolling around in a puddle of her own making.

Not the worst thought to imagine, either. Bubbles might have even gone after it, just to see what it would be like to make Diana squirm for release. However, before she could even contemplate that, the Italian gave her some very good incentives not to.

”Oh, hello there.” Bubbles gasped when she felt that solid thigh, filled with taunt muscle, pressing against her sex. She saw the game for what it was right away - a sensual, sweaty trap. One that Bubbles had absolutely no qualms with falling into, headlong.

With hesitation, she sped up the movements and intensified her grinding, working herself up to a fine heat against that iron leg. Her moan came out from nowhere, unbidden, as Mariah pressed down even harder to maximum the skin contact. She was close to her release, there was no denying that. The only question was if Diana would reach the promised landed before she did...

Had the two started off on even footing what with Diana's leg now nuzzling the thick duo of meaty thighs beneath her, the Italian herself was curious who would be reduced to a quivering wreck first. Sure Bubbles had a advantage somewhat given Mariah was turning Diana into the filling for their erotic, raunchy sandwich, but the contact between the nethers of the two toned powerhouses was somewhat even.

But now? The question of who would turn to mush first?

Already answered. Diana was already a quivering wreck.

Her lowly, deep moans only increasing as her body used what energy it could to thrust back, Diana felt her time was nigh. Head slowly coming up as she reached her climax, eyes tensed shut to the point of crushing the carbon between them into diamonds, the Italian released a howl that certainly made the mood in the gym a little more...

Awkward.

It was inevitable.

Bubbles liked that Diana fought it all the way, struggled to the last. Too many of her partners were content to just be fucked silly and give nothing back - while there was something to be said for the appeal of a willing doll to work with, she much preferred the challenge of breaking a body, smashing it, smooshing, and making it scream.

And Diana had the loveliest scream. The sound of it was nearly enough to push Bubbles over by its lonesome, as the vibration ran through their connected bodies. But it wasn’t enough to just hear it, or even feel it - she wanted to taste it, too. She reached up and pulled her Diana’s lips to hers, muffling the scream with her own mouth, riding out the orgasm all the way.

The Italian’s sinful juices slipped out and made their way into her own sex, filling the area with a heady scent of arousal and sweat - a smell she’d taken in often, but never gotten tired of.

After a moment, she pulled away, letting a thin trail of saliva connect their bee stung lips. She looked into Diana’s eyes with a manic glare, almost crazed with hunger. ”You. Are. Mine.”

Had the encounter between the two purely been physical, Bubbles whilst giant and powerful in her own right, would still find some stamina from the Italian even now. Diana was by no means quickly exhausted, with her frame carrying with it a level of endurance you'd expect for such a build. And Bubbles, whilst big, wasn't the biggest the Italian had faced.

Alas. Such an encounter was not purely physical. And needless to say, the Italian was the very definition of drained.

Lips locking as her moan was stifled, Diana's wide eyes would close shut as her orgasm seemingly lasted a lifetime; coating her own fabric and the thighs of the thick mattress beneath her, with her firm rear tensing against the gentler blanket atop of her. With the eyes of the gym now completely on the trio, Diana could but gasp as the lip-lock was released, with her hazy vision now locked upon the woman who had caused her to coat her attire so.

"No...complaints..."

Sweaty, on the floor, horny as hell with a sexy Italian wrestler on top of her, and her equally horny wife laying on top of her.

Yes. This was a good day for Bubbles Burste.

She kept their lips locked all through the orgasm, enjoying every skull-rattling sound that Diana made. It was a treat for Mariah, too, as her hips slapped hard against the Italian’s ass, working herself up. It wasn’t quite enough for an orgasm, neither of them were at that point just yet. But it was okay - Bubbles had a plan on that front. One that didn’t involve them being in this ring. So.

”Glad you’re satisfied.” Bubbles gave Diana a quick lick on the nose, then shifted up a bit, sliding with ease thanks to the sweat between their bodies. ”Because now it’s our turn.”

Bubbles reached up, wrapped her arms around Diana’s head, and pulled her face deep into the cleft of her chest, locking in a tight breast smother. It seemed like the Italian was running low on energy, so she wasn’t too worried about the effectiveness, but Mariah moved up and sat on her back just to be sure, pressing her into the cleavage. ”You look tired, babe.” She reached back and gave Diana a hard slap on the ass, just to watch it jiggle. ”Time for a nap.”

Diana took little shame in being the lesser figure in encounters such as this, especially when the body in question that had taken control of hers was of equal or even greater prowess. She'd never complained when past lover Carmen Rodriquez had taken the reigns, and she surely was not complaining now. She did however, find something of an odd sensation upon her back and rear. Mariah was a frame to behold, but in an encounter reminisce of this, with just the two of them, Diana felt she would have perhaps taken the reigns.

But now, even though it was with the aid of the great mattress beneath her frame, Mariah was the one in charge of her, with curves aplenty coating the Italian's back. Diana could hardly restrain her own purr.

Her face soon forced into a marshmallow heaven, with the breasts of Bubbles big enough to swallow the majority of her tout figure let alone her head, it would not take Diana long to reach that state of weariness. Even more so with Mariah shoving her, and not without a smack of her rear to boot. Soon enough, the gentle coos and snores of the Italian would jiggle throughout Bubble's top half, as the Italian found her frame giving in entirely.

This wasn’t the first time Bubbles had smothered a woman into unconsciousness with her breasts - not even close - but she couldn’t remember any body that had been built like this. Their muscles pressed against each other, slapping and sliding, giving so little on both sides. It was tight. Hot. Sweaty. Perfect.

She let the darkness claim her opponent, pressing tight as her struggles petered out into nothing, allowing a soft, sensuous slumber to take her home…

When Diana awoke, she would find herself in a ring again, but not the same ring she’d been in. This ring was in the middle of a large, spacious room with burgundy walls and dim lights, looking like a steamy bedroom. A plush carpet. A large, queen-sized bed over to the side. One of the AFW’s infamously famous private arenas.

And she wasn’t alone, either. On one side of the ring, Mariah stood, wearing white lace, skimpy bra and panties, clinging tight to her features. On the other side of the ring, Bubbles leaned against the corner in a fishnet leotard, a thin garment that hid so little it might as well have not even existed.

Bubbles looked down at Diana with the slightest of smirks, not saying anything yet. Just waiting.

It was a rare thing, and then some, that had someone had taken apart Diana and still had the energy for more after. It was hardly surprising that Bubbles and Mariah would be one of the few, mind, given the sheer scale of the former, with aid from the latter. There was something more to it though, something more than the simple size of Bubbles. No. The dominating encounter before was one lead by experience. And perfected through repetition.

Soon her slumber ending, Diana's eyes immediately latched onto something of an unfamiliar surrounding. She had not bothered to take note of menial things, such as the appearance of the AFW gyms ceilings, but it would be easy for even the most un-intuitive to spot that the lights and ceiling both now before her were a great shade lower. Most certainly, she was somewhere else.

Raising her head, hand to it at first, she'd spot but an empty corner before her, leading her into a curious hum. Curiousity that would be quickly answered, as her eyes met with the smaller, but no less georgous of the duo that had just brought her to heaven.

"Ah...and that must mean..." Turning her head, her eyes did not hide their intent to gaze on Bubbles' endless curves as they met her, with the Italian barely resisting a coy licking of lips.

"Yep..there you are.."