Rarely in all of history has a woman not only embodied, but also elevated, a nation's sexuality. Of course there have been those rare women who did that. History remembers them as Goddesses. There were Cleopatra, Bridget, Sophia and Marilyn, to name just a few.
Now, England has its Goddess. A sexual creature so self-assured, so touched by the Gods that she ascended straight from childhood to adulthood. By the age of 16 Linsey Dawn McKenzie was a topless Page 3 girl in popular London publications. She was blessed with a slim 5'4" 37FF-23-36, body with natural breasts so large they numbed the mind and a lush bush so thick it hid a man-eating set of labia. Her beautiful body at the age of 22, is exceeded only by her sexually knowing eyes, full lips and a face so stunning it's graced the covers of a record number of adult magazines over the past four years. More than that, however, Linsey Dawn McKenzie oozes sexuality and royalty. It's evident in the way she gazes directly into the camera lens; in the way she speaks with her elegant English accent and in the way she moves - as sleek as a tigress or any other natural predatory animal.
Linsey's ability to steal attention from a roomful of other women with her head-turning looks has made her a marked woman for years. Few women have ever challenged her because of her naturally aggressive way and her innate superiority. One London model rumored to have been involved with Linsey's boyfriend quickly pooh-poohed the notion, suggesting, "Any woman who messes with Linsey must be crazy, she's a bloody Rottweiler."
But there have been others who have been over-taken by jealousy of the British Goddess, or maybe it was insanity. Linsey was only 17 when a neighbor's girlfriend, a model in her thirties, came to Linsey's backyard threatening to, "...kick the young bitches arse." The thirty-something was jealous over the way her man had been bewitched by Linsey's mere presence, especially sunning herself in the backyard. According to local legend, this woman more than twice Linsey's age, ended up bound by her own bra and panties; a victim of Linsey's awesome breast-smothering talent. To make matters worse, Linsey then made the helpless woman watch her make love to her boyfriend. Others have tried to steal the spotlight from Linsey and, to their chagrin, have ended up the same, or worse.
So naturally, when Linsey arrived in the United States to pose for Score Magazine and attend porn conventions, her reputation preceded her. So when she appeared at a Hollywood party the equally arrogant Rose McGowan couldn't help sizing up Linsey Dawn McKenzie. At first, Rose watched from across the room as Linsey strutted through the party as if she were the second coming of Cleopatra. Linsey wears the cloak of royalty well and she stole attention from every woman in the place, including Rose. What ate at Rose even more, however, was this was the role that Rose typically played.
Linsey finally came face to face with Rose who greeted her coolly. The English lass quickly dismissed Rose after one brief look down Rose's cleavage, which was nothing compared to hers. One man following Linsey actually bumped into Rose and spilled a glass of Merlot on her dress. Needless to say, Rose was mortified.
But being Rose, she helped herself to the host's bathroom in the master bedroom. She took off her dress and worked at the Merlot stain using white wine as everyone knows to do. Then she heard a woman's voice, with an English accent, in the adjoining bedroom. The woman was talking to a hot Black male model named Alex Rose had been eyeing all evening and who she had slept with before. Linsey gave him the name of the hotel where she was staying and her room number.
"I'll be there in an hour," Linsey said. "Why don't you forget about the little girls at this party and come over. I'll show you what a real woman can do for you."
Then she leaned into Alex and slid her tongue between his lips. When she pulled away, he was breathless and by the elevation in his pants, evidently aroused. Linsey left the party and returned to her hotel. She took off her dress but kept on her silver bra, thong, garter belt, the shear black thigh-high stockings and four-inch heels as she wrapped herself in a black silk robe. Room service delivered a bottle of champagne and she had the bell-hop open it. She also instructed the bell-hop to leave the door open a crack because she was expecting a guest and wanted to wait out on the verandah to take advantage of the beautiful evening and the view from the penthouse.
As Linsey stood outside and looked down on the lights of Hollywood, the thought of Alex's hard black body thrusting against hers moistened her and she slid her fingers inside her robe and thong and slightly teased her moist lips. As she drank the champagne, Linsey continued to think of Alex thrusting inside her. She pictured herself in her favorite position, doggy style, with her full ass pushing back against his strong, dark abs and her big breasts slapping together heavily between her arms. She thought of him reaching around and grabbing those breasts, pulling her back onto him. She continued to work herself until she was close to an orgasm and her hips rolled back and forth upon her fingers. The silk robe felt heavenly rubbing her ass as she rolled her hips faster and more forcibly with each thrust of her fingers.
Linsey couldn't wait for Alex, she let out a gasp and a wave of orgasm flushed through her body. Her mouth hung open, her eyes rolled back in her head and she saw only stars. Her body convulsed so violently, she dropped her champagne glass and it shattered at her feet on the verandah.
Linsey was so overtaken by her passion she hadn't realized she was being watched. Not only was Alex in the room watching her, but so was Rose. She'd sneaked in before Alex arrived and hid to watch what happened.
Alex called out Linsey's name as he pushed his body hard against her from behind. He kissed the back of her neck, took her hand from her thong to replace it with his own. Within moments of entering her she was cumming again. This time the roll of her hips was even more animated and the sensation of the silk robe stroking her full ass cheeks was highlighted by the way his hardness was trying to force its way through his zipper and her robe.
Neither Linsey nor Alex knew they were being watched and Rose was fighting a battle with herself over whether to be jealous or aroused. In fact, she was both. It only heightened her sensations when Alex brought the British Goddess to yet a third rousing orgasm that left her breathless with moans and screams. By this time, Linsey was forced to lean back against Alex. Her legs were so weakened by the pleasure of her orgasms they were shaking helplessly and she was barely able to keep her balance on her four-inch heels.
No sooner had Linsey finished, her legs still trembling, than Rose broke up their sexual dalliance by informing them that she was in the room.
"Linsey, my dear," she said in a feigned a British accent. "I believe you're using something that belongs to me. Namely, Alex."
Both Linsey and Alex were stunned and nearly tumbled over themselves in their haste to turn around. Linsey, still weak in the legs, actually tumbled; looking like anything but the Regal Goddess she typically portrayed. Had it not been for Alex catching her, she would have fallen.
"You . . . "
Linsey was not only at a loss for words, she was also out of breath. She was still aroused, but her legendary anger was starting to boil.
"Who...who do you think...you are trespassing in MY room?"
"Funny," Rose answered. "But your English ain't so grand when you're out of breath and falling all over yourself."
"Get out of my room," Linsey demanded, stomping her foot like an angry schoolgirl.
Alex was still stunned and silent, finding himself between two beautiful, busty and increasingly belligerent young women. He had had beautiful women argue over him before, but not two of this stature. Rose poured herself a glass of champagne and lifted it to her lips, then took an ice cube from the bucket and slowly ran it up and down in her cleavage.
"My goodness, it's hot in here isn't it?" Rose smirked at Alex and then leered at Linsey.
"I said, get out of my room before I teach you a lesson you won't soon forget."
The English Rottweiler was suddenly being heard from. Linsey left Alex and walked across the room to face Rose. She placed her hands on her shapely hips and stared into Rose's face. Rose coolly took another sip of champagne.
"What's it going to be? Are you going to leave or am I going to have to hurt you," Linsey snarled.
"My, my," Rose chuckled. "You don't seem so regal after you've cum a few times and lost your temper. I have a proposition for you Queenie."
Linsey stared daggers at Rose who was as composed as Linsey had acted at the party.
"I suppose, since you have something in your possession that is really mine, that I'm not leaving without it...er, him."
"Well, you'd better leave or I'll kick your ass," Linsey said.
"Well, here's my proposition," Rose said coolly. "A woman to woman battle, right here and now. Winner gets Alex and the loser gets nothing more than a jolly good beating. What say bitch?"
Linsey was furious, her face getting redder by the moment. She answered Rose with a slap across the face. Rose was stunned and fell back off balance. Linsey used the same hand again, this time the back of it, against Rose's other cheek and Rose fell against the dresser.
"I say 'It's a deal and the fight is on'," Linsey said.
She stalked after Rose and lifted her head from the bureau by her hair, rolled the back of her shoulders onto the top of the bureau. With cat-like quickness, the raging Linsey slid her open fingers down the front of Rose's dress, wedging her nails against Rose's cleavage, then ripped the dress completely down the front before pulling Rose's body off of the bureau.
Rose was surprised and stunned by Linsey's ferocity. For the first time in her life she was actually frightened as Linsey continued to rip at her dress until Rose was left with only her high heels and a matching black bra and thong.
Linsey grabbed Rose's long hair and held on tight as she delivered another thundering slap to Rose's rosy red face. Had Linsey not been holding on, Rose would have fallen to the floor. Again, Linsey delivered another backhanded slap and Rose yelped helplessly.
Alex collapsed into a chair, his mouth gaping open, breathless with excitement. Before he modeled, Alex used to box but he'd never encountered a fighter who fought with the aggression Linsey showed. He forgot all about her feminine mystique and her sensual power as he watched her exhibit another power, one he knew all too well from his days in the ring.
Linsey continued to slap Rose's face, back and forth until Rose was like a rag doll; being held by hair which was being pulled roughly from her scalp. With each slap Rose's ample breasts jiggled and bounced and Alex could see Linsey's full ass quiver under the soft silk of her dark robe.
When Linsey finally stopped slapping, she let go of Rose's hair and it fell down covering her face as she slumped to her knees. Rose's face was beet-red after Linsey's slapping assault on it.
With Rose down on her knees, Linsey turned to Alex and said, "I'll be right with you darling. I'm just deciding whether to call room service or if I want to toss take this trash out myself."
She returned her glare to Rose who was still in a state of shock by Linsey's assault on her. Rose had fought many women but never had she encountered someone who carried themselves like Linsey. Without looking away from Rose, Linsey opened her robe and Alex was stunned by her breasts. They were barely contained by cups that were overly big. It's true, he thought, they are 37FF!
Linsey drank in his admiration as she stood over Rose with her hands on her well-defined hips. Rose couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Linsey's breast's hovering above her. In the past, Rose counted on her breasts as weapons against smaller foes and she used them to advantage, smothering the air out of many a victim. But hers weren't even half the size of Linsey's. Linsey's were as big, if not bigger, than Rose's head.
Linsey pulled Rose up to her feet with two handfuls of hair, then pushed her back against the wall. Even though they're the same height, Rose looked like a little girl when Linsey's bra pushed into hers. Linsey was not only shockingly aggressive, she was also very strong and outweighed Rose by a good 15 or 20 lbs.
Once Rose was pinned against the wall with her hands above her head, Linsey used her massive breasts to completely overwhelm Rose's proud breasts. As Linsey pressed in, Alex lost sight of Rose's breasts altogether. She might as well not have had any for the look of desperation on her face and the gasp for air as Linsey bumped her massive 37FFs into Rose's 34Ds. But this wasn't a fighting tactic. Linsey was simply measuring herself against Rose for Alex, knowing full well where she stood in relation to her rival. It was a way to tease him by humiliating Rose.
Linsey continued to thrust herself on Rose, her bra-covered breasts encroaching on Rose's further and further. Each knew the other was wet; the way Linsey had Rose pinned against the wall her sopping wet thong was pressed tightly against Rose's thigh while Rose's surprisingly moist thong rested just as tantalizingly against Linsey's thigh.
With both women pressed against one another, their arms stretched high over their heads, their breasts and hips thrust against one another, long legs straining in high heels, Alex stained against his trousers. Clearly, Linsey had Rose where she wanted her and was now finishing her, humiliating her the way Rose had humiliated many women before.
Rose was indeed humiliated by having had this done to her in front of Alex, one of the best and wildest lovers she'd ever had. She tried to look Linsey in the eye, but she couldn't; not with the anger burning in Linsey's eyes. She was a Rottweiler! Rose wondered what would become of her. Rose back was flat against the wall and her calf started to cramp as she balanced on her high heels struggling against Linsey's power. Rose shifted her leg just the slightest bit to keep her balance and when she did she felt her thigh rub against the fullness of Linsey's lush, wet bush and protruding vagina. Rose thought not only was Linsey much more the woman than she, with her magnificent breasts, her labia were also super-sized.
Linsey felt Rose's thigh brush against her thong covered vagina and a slight wave of pleasure pulsed through her. As hard as she was holding Rose, not only with her hands on Rose's wrists and her breasts on Rose's breasts, she was also holding Rose captive with her hauntingly arrogant eyes.
But just that one slight movement had sent a wave of desire through her and, as hard as she tried to hold Rose with her stare, her eyes betrayed her for her hatred gave way to a fleeting glimpse of desire. Rose moved her thigh again, this time more forcefully.
The change in Linsey's eyes was palpable this time. The hardness faded even more but now longing was replaced with what Linsey had known all along was her addiction to sex. This dominant woman's only true weakness in life
Another thrust of the Rose's thigh and Linsey's mouth opened and a sensual, throaty gasp escaped her ripe lips.
Another thrust and now Linsey too was thrusting forward with her hips; her breasts were battering Rose and Alex could see it but he was more than turned on by the sight of the two woman humping each other. He could now see Linsey's body moving the way it had earlier when she had orgasmed while he was standing behind her after he first entered the room.
Her thighs and legs started shaking and he imagined that her power over Rose turned Linsey on even more, because her ass cheeks and legs were quivering like a mad woman as she thrust against the helpless Rose who had all she could to keep thrusting her thigh into Linsey's full thong. Or maybe it wasn't Linsey's power over Rose that had her shaking so badly, maybe it was the fact she'd already had three draining orgasms and each one made her legs tire more easily.
Alex could care less about Rose now; he wanted Linsey! He wanted to take her while she was standing there rubbing herself on Rose; to take her full ass against him as he slid in behind her and plow deep into her wetness. But he didn't dare move. Linsey would soon finish Rose and take him on her own.
Rose's thigh worked as lustily against Linsey's protruding labia through the silk thong as she could manage in her position. Within seconds, Linsey savagely yanked Rose's hair and placed her panting mouth next to Rose's ear. Rose was shocked when Linsey let go with an orgasm so powerful that the British model's scream nearly shattered her ear drum.
Rose was spent against the wall and had Linsey not held her up for so long she would have collapsed long ago under Linsey's punishing assault with her with her massive breasts; those weapons of destruction and humiliation.
In the throws of her orgasm, Linsey rammed herself into Rose who was gasping for air just to survive. When Linsey finally let go it was evident she was sill in the throws of an incredible orgasm. Linsey stepped away from Rose who had to fight to stay up against the wall. When Rose looked at Linsey's face she saw an animal lust that rivaled the fierce fighting face she'd seen earlier. The Goddess was in her throws of an orgasm most woman only dream of when and she leaned back away from Rose and leaned over to rest her back against one of the high posts of her bed.
Linsey's breasts were heaving as her fingers slowly crawled down her body toward her pussy.
This was the second time in her life that Rose was frightened. She was now afraid of Linsey's sexual power and prowess and the intensity of her orgasms. Rose looked at Alex and saw that he too was amazed by the English Sex Goddess. It was evident she was in a class by herself. If Rose needed reminding it came from the look on Alex's face, a look that nearly destroyed her and lit every cell in her being on fire with envy and jealousy.
Perhaps that's what gave Rose the resolve to regain her composure - the look of a lover who wanted another woman more than she. As best she could, Rose steadied herself against the wall with one hand on the bureau for support as she viciously kicked her leg forward using every remaining ounce of strength in her beaten body. Her well-placed foot beat Linsey's hungry fingers to their goal and Rose could feel Linsey's wetness through her thong against her foot.
It was almost as if in slow-motion. Rose's foot hit hard against the black silk and Linsey's look of hunger and passion was replaced by breathless horror. Rose's foot thrust upward against the silk, the lush bush beneath and the man-eating, hanging labia hidden by the dense growth.
Linsey grabbed at Rose's foot even as her body collapsed on top of it. The Goddess looked like she'd been stabbed.
Linsey gave a slight whimper, like a little girl instead of the magnificent woman she was. Alex sat in stunned silence. So did Rose whose foot was still wedged between Linsey's thighs. Rose clutched the bureau to avoid being pulled down as Linsey collapsed ever so slowly to the floor on her knees. The power of the Goddess slowly ebbed out of her. She looked as though she had been betrayed by her own sexual addiction. Her mouth was open, but no sound came forth.
When her knees finally hit the floor, Linsey still held Rose's foot between her thighs. It was as if Rose didn't know how to get it back and as if the Goddess didn't know how to remove it.
Rose did finally pulled her foot free and Linsey toppled forward on her hands in the very same position she dreamed of Alex taking her in when she had been masturbating earlier. Linsey's head came to rest between Rose's legs. She panted heavily, like the animal the position was named for, but she couldn't move, nor could she even draw a full breath. Her entire world had collapsed.
For her part, Rose was so stunned by the turn of events and so weak after the beating she'd received at the hands and breasts of Linsey that she too didn't quite know what to do. It didn't take long for Rose to come to her senses, however. Linsey wasn't the only one woman who fought like an animal.
Rose stepped away from Linsey and glanced at Alex who didn't know what to do or think. Rose was standing behind the gasping Linsey, looking at the full black strap of the bra stretched tight across Linsey's back, then down at her thighs, soaked from one too many orgasms, and finally at her garter belt, now strained to the point of popping by her position on the floor..
The Goddess had fallen and couldn't get up; she couldn't breath; she couldn't comprehend what had happened.
Rose reached out, grabbed the back of Linsey's bra and pulled her back up onto her knees by it. The sheer metallic fabric strained against her 37FFs and Linsey's arms hung limp and lifelessly by her sides. Rose pulled Linsey back further, bending her backward over her knees until she could look down into her once demonic eyes - there was nothing there. This was no longer a Goddess, now she was more like an old, helpless dog.
Suddenly the gravity of the situation hit Rose and she laughed. She continued to pull back on the bra until the silver material cut into Linsey's powerful breasts. Rose toyed with the idea of whether or not she wanted to see Linsey's breasts unsheathed. They'd made her feel inconsequential before, did they have the power to do it again...just the sight of them? It didn't matter. She looked at Alex and realized he wanted to see the breasts millions of boys and men had dreamed of and at least that many women have come to hate.
Rose threw the gasping Linsey back down to all fours again, the Goddess was in no position to get up. Her world had been shattered by a foot to her pussy and the Goddess and her world had both came tumbling down. Now, she couldn't move or think of anything but the pain in her groin.
Linsey could barely breath as Rose slid her fingers to the back of the bra strap and slowly, artfully, deliberately unfastened each clasp after pausing dramatically to allow both Linsey and Alex to think about what she was doing. Then Rose flipped the two halves aside and watched in awe as more flesh than she could imagine on a slender woman spilled down between Linsey's arms and slowly swung back and forth. The nipples themselves were bigger than any of the women Rose had beaten in the past.
As the bra straps slipped from Linsey's shoulders and slid softly down her arms onto her hands on the floor, the heavy metal underwire made a soft, well-padded THUD on the floor.
Linsey could do nothing, she was still fighting for air and seemed witless. A helpless soul, looking as weak and pathetic as she had looked powerful and invincible a few minutes earlier.
Rose looked at Alex and saw how he stared at Linsey's breasts. She was sure there was not another sight like this anywhere -natural breasts so big on a slender woman. Even though Rose was in charge, Alex wasn't looking at her, he was staring at Linsey and those damn breasts of hers. Once again, Rose was infuriated. Even though the Goddess had fallen, she was still receiving attention from Rose's man.
Rose reached down and angrily yanked at the goddess's long brown hair, pulling her by it like it a leash. Rose jerked her around until Linsey's blank face was pointed at Alex. Keeping hold of Linsey's hair, Rose decided to go back to the point of her conquest, to Linsey's weakness. Rose hauled back so hard on Linsey's hair she thought the English Goddess's neck might snap. But she wanted Alex to see his Goddesses face when she struck again!
Rose kept a firm hold of Linsey's beautiful hair as she looked down at her ass; one she knew couldn't come close to comparing to her own tight ass. It reminded her that big tits weren't everything. Then Rose wound up with her foot and let fly. Her foot crashed upward between Linsey's thighs, this time from behind. Again, Rose felt the wet softness of the silk, the fullness of the wiry bush and the sopping wetness between Lindsay's full, hanging labia.
At the instant of contact, Linsey found her voice - just for that instant. She used it to scream, to express the shock that showed across her face.
Alex was shocked and excited.
Rose held the fallen Goddess head up by the hair and felt whatever meager strength remained in Linsey drift away. Linsey would have completely crashed to the floor had it not been for Rose holding her up. Linsey was unconscious. Rose smiled, shook her head slowly and let Linsey's limp body drop. Her breasts thudded on the carpet, then the loose mounds of soft flesh oozed out from below her chest. Linsey didn't look like a goddess any more. In fact, he didn't look like anything except another in Rose's long line of victims.
Rose sat on Linsey's back, her crotch riding her waist as she reached down and grabbed Linsey's breasts in both hands. She noted with dispassionate interest how heavy they were as she bounced them in her hands like a couple of cantaloupes. Rose idly raked her fingernails in a trail from the enormous nipples all the way up the mountains of flesh until she reached Linsey's armpits. She tortured them for minutes but, as deep as she dug, Linsey never made a sound. She was totally out.
Rose stood up and rolled Linsey on her back, then dragged her by the hair to the foot of the bed. She put Linsey on her stomach and kicked at her legs until they disappeared under the bed. then pulled Linsey back and up by her hair until she was kneeling with her back against the foot of the bed with her feet under it. Rose tied her wrists to the bed posts so that Linsey's body hung limp, slightly tilted forward; her magnificent breasts just hanging there, helpless naked and vulnerable.
Rose gagged Linsey with her own wet panties and tied one of her thigh highs around her head to hold the gag in place. The gag didn't matter right then, Linsey was out of it, she wasn't going to be making any noise. Her massive and powerful breasts stood out, firm, naked and soft. They were targets Rose didn't dare pass up.
Rose approached Alex and kissed him passionately. She could feel he was hard as she slid her hand down along the leg of his trousers. She unclasped his thick leather belt and pulled it from his pants and then surprised him when she didn't go further. Instead she pushed him back down in the chair.
She walked back to Linsey and those massive breasts that infuriated her with just their size. She wanted to make Linsey pay, even if Linsey was not awake to know she was paying the price. She would wake up in time and then she would feel the pain.
Rose folded the thick leather belt in half and ran it between Linsey's thick wet lips which hung just as helplessly between her thighs as her breasts hung between her arms.
When the belt was soaked with Linsey's juices, Rose swung it back and let and slap roughly into Linsey's full breasts. The sickening THWAP of wet leather on soft, helpless tit flesh excited Rose even more. She slowly whipped Linsey's powerful breasts this way until they seemed to slump and sag under the beating. With each CRACK, the fallen Goddess seemed to wake a little more, her pain drawing her back to consciousness. When Rose was done with her breasts, Linsey was nearly awake so Rose once again slid the belt back and forth between Linsey's swollen labia until it was soaked with her wetness. Rose sawed the leather back and forth until the groggy Linsey threw back her head and moaned, her belly tensed and her thighs started to close as her body began to build toward another orgasm.
Alex was frightened by Rose's treatment of Linsey but was getting excited himself watching the almost unconscious woman coming to orgasm. Rose replaced the sodden belt with her fingers and worked Linsey until her lifeless body started to quiver like nothing she or Alex had ever seen. Linsey was now cumming again even though she was semi-conscious. At the apex of her climax, Rose stopped fingering, stood up and started to walk away.
Then she slipped off her own panties and rubbed the leather belt in her own well-lubricated pussy, folded it in half again and then spun around and cracked it savagely upward between Linsey's legs into her helpless and throbbing slit. The WHACK was ungodly and the unexpected jolt of sharp pain pushed Linsey over the edge of a final orgasm.
Rose grabbed Alex and made love to him on the floor right beneath the pendulous breasts of the unconscious Linsey. When Alex shot his load inside of her Rose stood up in front of Linsey, laughed, grabbed the beaten Goddess by the hair and forced her stunning face into her own shaven vagina; wiping both hers and Alex's juice over Linsey's face. Rose continued to rub herself against Linsey until she came.
Then Rose and Alex left the once unbeatable Linsey helplessly drifting in and out of a world Rose fervently hoped was filled with nightmares. Rose hoped the maid who found Linsey still tied up the next morning - with her hair matted to her face with dried cum and her huge breasts exposed and tortured with a big puddle of her cum juice between her thighs - would be one Linsey had treated badly in the past and, perhaps, take advantage of the situation for her own delight. Sadly, we'll never know the answer.
Continue to Pt. 2 "the Rematch!"
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