AI: HOLLY MOLLY, part 1

New AI story. This time I wrote a short introduction, and let the AI continue. Let's see...

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Holly Marley was one of the world’s most sought-after percussionists. It wasn’t surprising, as the so-called Commander of Rhythm was virtuous, charismatic and beautiful. Indeed, she looked like a goddess on stage, a gorgeous brunette with feline brown eyes and long brown hair that flowed down her back. At 30, Holly was just about perfect physically, tall as a model and curvaceous as an actress from the '60s. She was really proud of her long legs, wide hips and round butt, but the real treasures were her breasts, two firm, fat D-cups boobs that drew as much admiration as her music did.

Holly knew how to smile in the interviews, and she exuded charm when she appeared in some television program, but among her musician colleagues, she had a reputation of being arrogant. That bitchy attitude certainly prevented her from having close friends, but she didn’t care because she only had two priorities: her career as a percussionist and fucking men—and men didn’t mind her being a whore as long as they could get fucked by such a goddess. Holly was an expert at tit-fucking, and she loved to hear men talk about how good she was at it, how firm her big tits were and how hard her nipples were.

Since she had started working with the Dallas Orchestra, however, she had found her match, at least according to rumors. Her name was Molly Royle, a 30-years-old well-known violinist, skillful musician, beautiful female specimen…and, apparently, the woman whose tits were able to fuck a cock like no one else was able to do it.

The guys in the orchestra say that because they haven’t seen my tits in action yet, Holly had thought the first time she heard a guitarist talk about Molly and her peculiar skills. She had tried to solve the problem by fucking the men in the orchestra one by one, but the reality is that it only made the rumor now that was spreading around was that there were two women who tit-fucked like no one else. Of course, every time Holly fucked one of her musician colleagues, she asked about Molly’s boobs: everyone mentioned the incredibly firm tits, the incredibly long nipples of the other woman, but neither was able to say to her which of the two musicians was better endowed.

Of course, that annoyed Holly a lot. She saw almost every day the incredible beauty that Molly was, her beautiful green eyes and her long red hair, her tall curvaceous body and her arrogant attitude of a superstar. She had to admit that she hated and envied the redhead’s waist, hips, ass and legs but, above all, her fat tits. Luckily for her, she soon learned from her lovers that Molly felt the same towards her: dislike, envy, and an unhealthy curiosity to know more about Holly’s breasts.

It was then when Holly knew that, if they both wanted the same thing, two cocky women like them would not take long to find a solution to their concerns…

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The opportunity came one Friday night, after a long rehearsal. Intuitively, Holly decided to delay while she picked up her stuff, watching out of the corner of her eye as Molly did the same thing. With the drumsticks still in hand, Holly discreetly approached Molly as the other musicians were coming out. She had never spoken to the redhead before, so she still didn’t know how to deal with her. Her rival, however, took the lead.

“I know you’ve been asking for me around,” Molly whispered, still holding her violin bow.

“And you’ve been asking for me, too,” Holly replied in a soft murmur.

Without looking at each other, they both pretended to be looking for something in their bags, as more and more of their colleagues left.

“Well, you are lucky, girl,” Molly said, “because today you’re going to solve your doubts…if you wait until we’re alone.”

"Is that a threat?" Holly thought furiously, twisting her fleshy mouth.

"No, Holly, it's a promise."

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