Heather Graham vs. Shania Twain " ... That Ends
Well (For Now)" by Shanahan
No sooner had they gotten to their hotel suite than
Heather Graham and Shania Twain locked the doors behind them and
made preparations for their fourth and probably final bout. Tossing
their suitcases aside, they stripped to the skin and faced each
other on their bare feet on the queen-size bed. So far their fights
had been pretty evenly matched, with each girl winning once and
losing once, and their last encounter culminating in a double-chokeout.
Now they would settle things ...
Pushing their discarded clothing off to the sides of the bed onto
the floor, they began to circle one another ... and circle ...
until they finally lunged at one another and buried their hands
in each other's silky hair. They pulled and tugged each other
about by their manes, fighting for advantage, until Shania hooked
a bare foot around Heather's ankle and sent them both tumbling
to the well-padded bed, breaking their holds.
They twisted and turned against one another until finally Shania
was atop Heather, the blonde's legs still wrapped about her. Both
women now brought their hands fully into the fray, and four strong
hands were soon squeezing four soft breasts. Their agony was beyond
belief as they pulled and twisted and crushed, as neither woman
able to gain the upper hand. Flesh oozed between fingers as they
mauled each other's womanhood, twisting, pulling, clawing, and
squeezing. Both women drew back their heads and howled, so great
was the agony coursing through their chests, but still they kept
crushing each other's mounds, still they kept pinching each other's
erect fleshy nipples, feeling turned on almost as much as they
wanted to destroy each other.
Shania then drove her knee up into Heather's womanhood, stunning
the anguished blonde. Then she rammed it into her foe's furry
yellow pussy twice more, each time hearing the loud thwack of
bone on bone. Shania then inserted two long, sharp-nailed fingers
into her foe's cunt, digging as far as she could go, until the
blonde squealed in agony. Shania then released her grip and dragged
her enemy up onto her sweet ass, twisted her around, and threw
her face-first against the dresser.
Heather was stunned and offered no resistance as Shania reached
down in front of her and grabbed the blonde's pert breasts. She
pulled the blonde up to her feet and began mauling her antagonist's
mammaries from behind, their respective ecstasy and agony fully
apparent in the mirror in front of them - Shania grinning wickedly
in domination, Heather suffering silently with eyes shut tight.
The brunette continued to rough up the blonde in this manner for
the next few moments, Heather's soft fleshy mounds like silly
putty in Shania's greedy, grasping hands, until she slammed Heather
down headfirst into the dresser again.
The blonde was almost knocked cold by the blow, but hung in there
as she clutched at the dresser and tried to regain her feet. She
stumbled the first time, and then the second, displacing the drawer
in front of her, but she began to rise slightly on the third attempt.
A wicked thought then crossed Shania's mind as this new opportunity
arose in front of her. She knew she really shouldn't - but she
also figured when would she ever have the chance to do this again,
especially to her arch-rival?
Smiling evilly as she grabbed Heather by the back of the shoulders,
Shania forced the blonde down again until Heather's breasts were
all the way inside the open drawer. Then she released the blonde
and pushed the drawer shut hard - with Heather's hanging tits
in the way.
Heather wanted to scream, but Shania quickly covered her mouth
with one hand to stifle her in a smother hold, while using her
other hand to keep pressing the drawer forward, assaulting Heather's
chest as if it were stuck in a trash compactor. Tears spilled
from Heather's eyes, but not just from pain. Her anger rising
as her consciousness fully returned, a furious Heather lashed
back with an elbow and caught Shania square in the cunt, knocking
the brunette back with a gasp onto the bed. Heather turned violently
to wrench herself free from the drawer, and then dove on the bed
and onto Shania. Seizing the advantage as Shania tried to cover
up, Heather grabbed the brunette by the hair before flattening
herself down against her foe and forcing her bouncing boobs over
the brunette's pretty face in a classic breast-smother.
Shania clawed at Heather's shoulders with her nails and scissored
the blonde's waist with her long legs, but Heather continued to
hump and grind her chest against Shania's face, cutting off her
oxygen. Their furry, sweaty pussies ground together as they strained
against each other, both women feeling ecstasy even as they fought
against each other, sweat mingling together from off both their
naked bodies. Heather held Shania's head even tighter, the flesh
of her breasts filling Shania's breathing passages, the brunette's
jaws too constrained to open and bite her way free. Shania's legs
soon fell limply away from about Heather's torso as the brunette
suffocated in the other woman's bust.
Finally, when Shania was on the verge of passing out, Heather
released her prey and got up off her. Getting behind the brunette,
Heather pushed Shania up onto her luscious ass before reaching
underneath the brunette's legs to grab her underneath her knees.
Heather then reared back to put terrible pressure on Shania's
legs and lower back, but the exhausted brunette could offer no
resistance. She simply whimpered as she reflexively scrunched
her airborne toes, her eyes shut in exhaustion, her helplessness
evident in the mirror before them. Heather held Shania this way
for the next minute or two, even biting down on a toe or two of
the brunette's to hurt her a little more, before sliding her soft
hands down to the brunette's brown-furred crotch.
"No!" whispered a frightened Shania. "No, don't
"Shhh!" whispered Heather back harshly.
Once there, Heather's fingers began to pry Shania's fleshy pussy
lips apart, spreading them wider and wider until Shania was fighting
madly to both stay conscious and not cum all over the comforter.
The blonde was in ecstasy, probing the forbidden flesh with her
short nails, scratching lightly every so often while also jamming
a finger home from time to time to make the brunette shudder like
a leaf. Oh, how the blonde wished she had a plunger with her ...
Heather then released her hold, sank her hands into Shania's pliable
ass cheeks, and pushed Shania forward to the corner edge of the
bed. Rolling the brunette over at the shoulders onto her back,
Heather again flattened herself atop her foe and entwined her
long legs under and over Shania's, locking her ankles around the
brunette's, until she had achieved a perfect grapevine. She also
bound Shania's wrists tightly with her own hands, to prevent any
Shania's head lolled just over the edge of the soft semi-luxurious
bed, and Heather decided to finish the fight. First she bit down
on Shania's left breast, chewing heartily on the erect brown nipple
and the soft surrounding white flesh. Shania squealed softly,
hoping it would end soon, the brunette knowing she was going down
to final defeat but too tired to really resist any more. A minute
later, and the blonde decided to go for the coup-de-grace.
Her face right in Shania's, Heather locked both of her hands about
the brunette's throat and began to squeeze methodically, making
short sharp thrusts with her thumbs and hands. The two beauties
bounced up and down on the soft bed, Shania growing more subservient,
Heather growing more frenzied the harder she choked her victim,
until the blonde almost had her orgasm right then and there.
Shania's throat felt good in Heather's hands as they sank deeper
into its soft, yielding flesh. The brunette had no leverage and
no route of escape. She could only scratch at the back of her
attacker's shoulders as she felt her consciousness slipping away
between Heather's gripping fingers. The hands held, pulling the
brunette's head up and down slightly as their pressure slowly
but steadily increased. Both women's eyes were shut tight in respective
ecstasy and agony as before, the roles reversed this time. Shania's
resistance grew ever feebler, the breath being squeezed bodily
from the beautiful brunette.
In a final act of defiance, she again inserted two fingers into
Heather's snatch, digging, thrusting, scratching, penetrating,
as the blonde moaned long and loud. Totally turned on, Heather
bent down and pressed her lips hard over Shania's in a long, sensual
kiss, tongues grappling and wrestling with each other's as they
hungrily devoured one anothers mouths. A final thrust of the lovely
blonde's gripping, squeezing hands; a final languid gasp from
the anguished, fading brunette; and then they both exploded, soaking
the sheets with thick torrents of cum ... and then they were still.
They lay there together for a while like lovers in climax. Only
Heather was still awake - barely. She brushed a shock of matted
brown hair from Shania's silent face, ran her fingers across the
other woman's soft lips, and finally crushed the brunette's soft
left breast with her right hand and before squeezing her foe's
sopping wet furry cunt with her left. Then Heather rested her
tired head on Shania's ample, sweaty chest and heaved a sigh of
relief before she drifted off to sleep atop her vanquished prey.
As they slept, Heather dreamed of the non-singing acts she would
make the singer perform for her - and for her alone...