"Damn," chuckled Bella, glancing over at Victoria and seeing that she was still going. "You're not bad at this."
"Thanks," panted Victoria. "You're not too bad, yourself."
By now, the entire party had stopped to watch the voluptuous Black senior and the mature Mexican "freshman" doing their thing. The multipurpose room was overflowing with rowdy, horny undergrads, everyone close enough to document the contest on their phones was doing so, and a few people had even started placing bets on the outcome. With the eyes of the whole house on her huge, meaty rump, Victoria was having the time of her life—although based on the burning feeling in her hips, she wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to keep it up. After several minutes of nonstop twerking, she was already starting to feel her age.
From Max's perspective, this was all a bit of a blur. Between the constant motion of his stepmom's mighty cheeks, her growing quantity of booty sweat, and her continuous stream of silent but deadly Taco Butt farts, he was feeling increasingly lightheaded—and increasingly ready for all of this to be over. While Victoria had never been able to resist the opportunity to make herself the center of attention at his expense, she was really outdoing herself tonight.
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As the mature amazon tried to cover up her latest fart with an especially forceful shake of her hips, the three-inch-tall freshman was pushed even further down into the depths of her crack—right up against her big, smelly butthole. Feeling his stepmom's wrinkly, rancid pucker locking against his face, unable to ignore the thought that this was technically his first time "locking lips" with a girl, he shivered with full-body disgust. Just when he thought this night couldn't have gotten more degrading, it had.
Based on the size of the dumps Victoria frequently left in the toilet across from his old bedroom back home, Max had always assumed she was packing an industrial-strength pooper. Now, face to face with the real thing, his suspicions were confirmed—and then some. From his newfound shrunken perspective, his stepmom's asshole was roughly the size of a tractor tire—bigger than his whole head and torso put together. To make matters even worse, the more he found himself being forced against it, the more it started responding to his unintentional advances.
Ironically, this unexpected "kiss" came at the exact moment that Victoria was starting to slow down—and it was just the kind of nudge she needed to get her head back in the game. Registering the unmistakable way her shrunken stepson seemed to be pressing his face up to her backdoor, she bit her lip and prepared to redouble her efforts. While it had been a long time since she'd danced this hard, and her glutes and thighs weren't happy about it, she knew she couldn't let Max down after such a tender — if slightly weird and kinky — gesture of support. In spite of all the limits she'd imposed upon him, he'd found a way to show that he was still rooting for her—and the surge of pride she felt from that was more than enough to carry her over the finish line.
Throughout the contest, Max's only sense of time had come from the progression of the dance track blasting outside his fleshy prison—a track that was seemingly now nearing its climax. As the music swelled and the DJ dialed up the volume, the shrunken freshman realized that all the intense discomfort he'd gone through up until now was about to hit a similar peak. Then, sure enough, it did.
Entering what was clearly the home stretch of the contest, Victoria went all out. Twerking faster than ever before — and pummeling Max even harder against her asshole in the process — the Mexican MILF earned a roar of approval from the crowd. Beside her, Bella looked stunned—half by her opponent's newfound second wind and half by the copious quantity of sweat she was working up. The mature amazon's tank top and shorts were soaked, and a small puddle was forming beneath her. Nevertheless, she was still going.
Despite all of Max's recent experience being jostled around on his stepmom's person, nothing could have prepared him for this. At her new pace, he might as well have been trapped in an industrial paint mixer—frantically shaken back and forth by her huge, heavy cheeks at a nausea-inducing pace. All that shaking didn't do her current digestive troubles any favors, either.
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Once again, a miraculously-silent fart squeaked out into his face—and with no other choice, knowing that his chances of staying with his stepmother were possibly on the line, he did his best to breathe in as much as he could. If he'd built up any kind of tolerance for Victoria's gas over his years of constant exposure, it certainly didn't make her farts smell any better right now—or make him feel any less like he was going to vomit. Still, with no interest in becoming Bella's new butt plug, he knew what he had to do.
Feeling Max going in for another booty smooch, Victoria felt another, even more resounding surge of pride. She hadn't been expecting her stepson to take to his new role so quickly—but based on the amount of enthusiasm he already seemed to be putting into it, they'd clearly have to start doing this more often. Maybe, she mused, she'd finally found something that he was actually good at.
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE," said the DJ, grabbing the mic from his booth. "MAKE SOME NOISE FOR OUR CONTESTANTS!"
With that, the twerk-off was finally over. As the music faded out and the two women stood up to bask in the applause of their fellow undergrads, the mature amazon offered her opponent a warm smile.
"Nice work," said Victoria.
"Yeah," said Bella, wary but undeniably impressed. "You too."
"Toriii!" Effortlessly parting the crowd and stepping back into the circle at the center of the room, Crystal seemed ecstatic. "Ohmygod, that was amazing! You've got some fuckin' moves, girl!"
"Oh," chuckled Victoria, nodding to Bella. "I don't know about that. Bella's technique was way better than mine."
Hearing this, Bella returned her opponent's smile. Whoever this Tori chick was, she already liked her a lot more than she liked her upstart blonde neighbor. She wasn't too bad on the eyes, either.
"It's not about technique, girl!" Crystal grinned. Obviously, this whole thing was just a way of undercutting her biggest rival for dominance in House Fortuna—but her new friend didn't have to know that right now. "It's about energy!"
"I guess I'll leave that up to the judge," said Victoria, shrugging her shoulders. "Who is judging this thing, anyway?"
Crystal's grin grew. "Who do you think?" Turning back to the crowd, the blonde freshman raised her voice. "ALRIGHT EVERYBODY, WHO WON THIS THING? BELLA, OR TORIII?"
Cued into the 'correct' choice by the extra boost of enthusiasm Crystal added to the end of her question, a hundred voices were quick to respond. "TORI!"
"Alright," said Crystal, giggling at Bella's clear annoyance. "There you have it. The winner is, Tori!"
Bathed in all the cheers and applause that followed, Victoria couldn't help grinning again—and from his perch in her ass, Max couldn't help groaning. The idea that his stepmom had just cemented herself as the biggest new name on campus just a few hours into her first night as a freshman did not inspire confidence in where everything might go from here. Not that he had any way of changing that now, of course.
About ten seconds passed in unanimous ovation, and then, as quickly as the party had stopped to observe the contest, it started back up—music blaring, crowd dissipating to other parts of the house, and the circle of space collapsing. A full minute later, it seemed like the twerk-off had never happened at all—at least, for everyone except the three women still standing in the center of the room.
"Well," sighed Victoria, smiling down at Crystal and Bella. "I think I might have to call it there, ladies." Pulling one of the straps of her completely drenched tank top and dislodging a few visible droplets, she chuckled. "Didn't think I'd work up that much of a sweat."
"You know where you are, right?" Crystal giggled, nodding toward a pair of super-sized wrestlers ordering drinks at the bar. "This is the Jock House! Pretty much the only place on campus where no one cares how sweaty you are." She hesitated for a moment, then rolled her eyes. "I mean, aside from the Loser House, but, like, y'know. Ick. Anyway, c'mon! Lemme buy you a drink!"
"You know, now that you mention it... I'm feeling pretty sweaty, too." Taking a step forward, Bella offered Victoria another smile — much warmer and sultrier than all her previous smiles — and allowed her eyes to wander up and down the mature amazon's curvy figure for several seconds. "My dorm's just down the street, and I've got a really big shower. Maybe we could... go get washed up together?"
Still listening in on all of this from the back of Victoria's underwear, Max swallowed hard. At this point, all he wanted to do was get out of his stepmom's ass, and soon—although it seemed like she suddenly had no shortage of options for how she might spend the rest of her night. Again, whether he liked it or not, whatever happened next would be up to her.