6
Saturday was electrifying for six women.
Lindsey tried her best to sleep in but it wasn’t working. She was excited for another opportunity to fight Nicole. She was also nervous about fighting in front of other people. She didn’t want to be remembered as a loser. She got up and did a stretch/warm-up routine while topless and in her tight cotton night shorts. The rest of the day would be spent in anticipation. She wasn’t planning on wearing much, and even considered just showing up in a thong under a long jacket. This idea excited her to the point that it became a decision. She was now just anxiously waiting for showtime.
Nicole woke up early and did a light workout while nude. She had her battle attire all set. It was a nightshirt, and that was it. She wanted a down and dirty naked brawl.
Linda was worried she would be pacing her condo all day. She feared wearing a path in the hardwood. She had no desire to put clothes on of any kind. Her heart was pounding in her chest. It was only 2 p.m., and with hours left to go, she decided masturbating would help pass the time. Just as she plopped onto the sofa, her phone buzzed. It was Marsha. “What time?” read the text. Linda was quick to respond with “you can come over now if you want,” as spread her legs and began sliding fingers over and into her wet pussy.
Marsha never did tell Linda she had recently moved into the building and lived just a few floors below. Marsha was excited to watch a fight but wasn’t one to sexualize fighting. However, there was definitely a sense of eroticism with Lindsey and Nicole. Marsha threw on some shorts and a shirt and headed for the elevator.
Alyssa and Danielle had been up for hours. They Door Dashed breakfast and decided if the delivery driver was a cute guy, they would invite him in and fuck him. Well, the driver was cute enough apparently, and they were now finishing up with some Hungry Hungry Lesbo action. They said goodbye to the driver, ate breakfast, ate pussy, cleaned up, and got ready for showtime. Denim skirts and loose shirts, sans underwear became their evening wardrobe.
Marsha arrived to Linda’s apartment and assumed the door would be unlocked, as she was expected. However, she was not expected so soon, and it was a lucky moment to discover the door was indeed unlocked.
As Marsha stepped inside, she immediately heard intense and erotically charged moaning coming from the main room just beyond the foyer. She briefly debated leaving, but curiosity got the best of her, and she quietly ventured in to explore the scene.
She peeked around the corner to see Linda lying back on the large, thick leather couch, vigorously ramming fingers in and out of her spread pussy while gripping one of her large tits. Her hips were bucking wildly and her moans were getting louder.
Marsha, already sexually charged by upcoming fight, slipped out of her shorts and began masturbating to the scene before her. She too began to moan as she lost her ability to remain self-aware.
Linda looked up in shock to see Marsha fingering herself to what was supposed to be a private moment.
Marsha heard Linda’s gasp and suddenly realized she was caught up in a moment that was not meant for her.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Linda yelled as she shot up off the couch. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Linda charged at Marsha who stood motionless and in shock at herself and the situation. Linda got in Marsha’s face, screaming as Marsha’s ears were ringing, eyes as wide as they had ever been, and her body frozen in fear.
Linda shoved Marsha against the wall, and Marsha instinctively shoved back. Linda was now in shock that an intruder had the audacity to shove her, and gave Marsha another push. Marsha again shoved back.
The women began circling in the wide-open area of the main room, which had already been cleared for the main event later that evening. Linda, completely naked, and Marsha, in only a flimsy tank top with a tit pushed outside a strap, found themselves in an unscheduled, unlikely confrontation.
“Were you enjoying the show, bitch?” Linda asked angrily and with a bit of embarrassment.
“I… I was,” stuttered Marsha. “I thought you were expecting me.”
“I was… later, not within 5 minutes, fucking perv.”
“The door was open, and you sounded like you might be in trouble or sick,” Marsha said without a hint of the nervous lie she just told. “I walked in, saw you, and I’m already horny for tonight, and you looked hot…”
“Alright, enough,” Linda said. “Well, you got to see the whole show. How did you get here so fast?”
“I forgot to tell you I moved in to the same building a few weeks ago.”
“Well, then you better leave your door unlocked the next time you get horny, bitch.”
Both women began to let their guard down, and stopped circling. They both began to study each other’s bodies. Nipples still erect, pussy lips still swollen and wet, and both could now recognize the faint smell of pussy juice on their shoulders from the shoving match.
“The least you could do is finish me off, whore,” Linda said with a sly smile.
“Only if it’s mutual, bitch,” Marsha replied.
Linda grabbed Marsha’s hand and led her to the couch. They stopped and stood facing each other as Linda raised her left leg and set her foot on the couch as Marsha mirrored her with her right leg.
They could feel the tension. This was not going to be a sensual moment. They moved in close. Marsha removed her shirt and stood tit to tit with Linda as both women roughly slapped and grabbed at the pussy before them before powerfully thrusting fingers into each’s soaked holes.
Orgasms hit hard and fast. Within seconds, both women were shuddering and quaking in explosive moments of pure ecstasy.
In a fury, they continued to give each other several orgasms before shoving apart and moving to sit next to each other on the couch. It was almost showtime, and now both women knew what they would be doing while watching the fight.
Alyssa and Danielle arrived at Linda’s apartment to discover the partially opened door Marsha failed to fully close.
They entered the foyer to a strong smell of female sex and musk. The atmosphere was immediately arousing for the two already hyper-sexualized young women, who both now assumed they were welcomed guests to this event. They entered the apartment with confidence.
Gasps of complete shock leapt from the mouths of two naked older women at the sight of two unexpected sexy young women entering the living space.
All four women let out a unified “what the fuck? Who are you?” as the older women cupped themselves and the younger women turned their heads to avoid shaming the women on the couch.
“Oh my God, we were invited to see a fight,” Alyssa yelled out to the wall behind her.
“Yeah, a fight,” echoed Danielle, yelling in the same direction.
Both older women began to relax a bit.
“What fight?” asked Linda.
“We saw two hot women fighting in the park yesterday, and we fucked them, and they said to come here to watch them fight again,” explained Danielle.
“You what? You fucked them?” asked Marsha.
“Yeah, we broke up their fight with a sex contest,” Alyssa added.
Both Marsha and Linda uncupped themselves and began to spread their legs apart.
“Umm, tell us more, and you can look at u…,” said Linda.
“Yeah,” Marsha interrupted as the young women turned to face the older women. “We almost saw them fight the other day. That must have been so hot. And you fucked them?”
“We interrupted their fight with a sex contest,” Danielle repeated. “We let them take their competitive rage out on us instead.”
“It was so fucking hot,” Alyssa loudly whispered.
“But you two also look bruised and scratched,” noted Marsha.
“We fought yesterday afterward,” Danielle said as she and Alyssa both blushed and smiled at each other.
“Yeah, we challenged each other after all that excitement,” added Alyssa. “I thought it was fun.”
“And we’re still best friends,” Danielle
said as she threw an arm over Alyssa’s shoulder.
“We fucked…” both young women said in unity as they started giggling. “Yeah, afterward, so we’re good,” added Danielle.
Marsha and Linda sat in amazement as they looked at the two stunning young women in front of them. The bluntness of their confession hung in the air, and led to immediate sensations of arousal for both the host and her guest.
“Wow!” exclaimed Marsha after a few seconds of shocked silence. “Fought, fucked and still friends? Amazing.”
“Yeah,” added Linda. “Seems like the only two women who will be here tonight who haven’t fought are us two, huh?”
“Yeah, and I don’t think our little shoving match earlier counts, do you?” asked Marsha as she stood from the couch.
“Well, it appears not,” said Linda as she too stood from the couch.
“Make yourselves at home and take over the couch, if you want,” Linda said as she stepped into the center of the living space.
Danielle and Alyssa could barely contain their heartbeats as they quickly made their way across the large room to the couch.
The mature, naked women now circling each other in center of the room was erotically explosive for both young women. Marsha and Linda were still very attractive, and while their bodies were a little fuller, they were fuller in all the right areas; ample breasts and bouncy asscheeks.
“You ready to give these younger women a show?” asked Marsha.
“You bet, and get naked you two, give me some extra motivation,” Linda called out to the joggers.
Danielle and Alyssa wasted no time in removing their clothes and huddling up together on the couch. The scene before them reminded Danielle of an old catfight video she saw many years ago online called “Andy versus Michelle” or something like that” she thought to herself.
“Fuck, you two are hot,” said Linda to the joggers as she quickly slapped and rubbed herself on the front of her pussy, her pointer finger lightly brushed her hard clit.
“They sure are,” said Marsha as she pinched and pulled her nipples and shook her tits at Linda.
Both women stepped in close and each led with a fierce slap to their opponent’s face. Marsha followed up with a fist full of hair and a knee to Linda’s abdomen as Linda rained down several punches to Marsha’s shoulders and top of her head. They quickly tugged each other to the floor with wild punches and kicks.
The sight and energy of this ferocious battle caused Danielle and Alyssa to begin roughly fingering each other and pinching each other’s nipples.
What an evening this was shaping up to become.
As the crazy action was exploding several floors up, Lindsey found a parking spot in the garage in time to see Nicole stepping out of her car and walking toward the elevator. Lindsay quickly jumped out and didn’t even bother locking the door as she l raced to meet her foe at the entrance. Nicole could hear Lindsey’s quick steps and slowed as she saw Lindsey approaching.
Both women’s hearts began to thump, and they felt their bodies warm as the distance between them closed. Time was moving at a slower pace, and sound disappeared until they were face to face by the elevator doors.
Both were just as eager to put on a show as they were to hurt the other woman. They could both smell the distinct scents of two different shampoos, two different perfumes, and two very much the same pheromones emoting from each other. They pressed in closely together, mashing their faces and bodies into nearly a single form as the feel and flavor of makeup merged into each other’s nostrils and mouths.
They pushed and danced sideways as their sandaled feet slid toward the elevator.
With eyes locked like lasers over the ridge of their compressed noses, Nicole blindly hit a button to open the elevator door.
“Going up, bitch?” Nicole breathed into Lindsey’s mouth as the elevator’s ding acknowledged it had a job to do.
“Getting beat up, bitch?” Lindsey breathed back.
The door opened and using only their bodies, the women shuffled and shoved each other into the private, small compartment that would transport them to their combat arena.
Once inside, the women made some space between each other.
“Just one slap before this starts is what I want,” Nicole growled.
“Take it, and I’ll do the same to you, whore,”
hoarsely whispered Lindsey as she poked Nicole’s chest.
A loud crack filled the boxcar as Nicole’s hand connected with Lindsey’s cheek. A second loud crack quickly followed, an unexpected series of three or four more after that just as the elevator doors opened.
The now red-cheeked women wordlessly shoved each other out of the elevator and into the hallway where they quickly scanned for the apartment. From what they could tell, the door, which was only a few feet away, was already left ajar. They both eagerly stomped into the apartment.
Once inside, an orchestra of moaning, grunting, cursing, and hard-pounding flesh on flesh filled the foyer, which immediately drove both women to charge around the corner into the living space.
Nicole and Lindsey’s eyes were immediately drawn to the two familiar joggers on the couch, now feverishly grinding their pussies in an upright seated position. Their faces cheek to cheek, looking down and away toward the floor. Following their gaze, Nicole and Lindsey looked down to see their coworkers tangled in a naked catball of hairpulling, kicking, slapping and punching.
Without saying a word, Nicole and Lindsey removed what little clothing they had, raised their arms in a boxing stance and began circling in their unnoticed area of the large, main room. The sights and sounds certainly had an effect on their senses, and their swollen pussy lips totally gave away both were as sexually stimulated as they were rage-filled.
A loud screech of “aaaaaAAAIiiiiiiIEEE!” interrupted the whole room and just before Nicole and Lindsey were about swing on each other.
The joggers slowed to a grind, still fucking, but the scream slowed them to a near stop.
“Ahh! You bitch!” yelled Linda. “I give. Fu….”
Linda’s jaw stopped moving mid word. She, while cupping her scalp, looked and saw the main event had shown up and was ready to start. She was both immediately relieved her fight had just been broken up and stunned by the two naked, angry, and sexy enemies ready for battle.
Marsha sat up, dropped a clump of Linda’s hair to the floor and sat in amazement at the scene before her as well.
The sounds of two sopping wet pussies splashing together and the wild screams of two young women fucking the shit out of each other now filled the room.
Both joggers, now aware Nicole and Lindsey were present, leaned back onto their elbows and started absolutely ramming their rock hard clits into each other while grinding their soaked pussies upon each impact. These two were ready to cum as they yelled out “fuck yes!” “Best night ever!” “FUUUuuuuck!”
Now the other four women were giving all their attention to this amazing scene. Nicole and Lindsey stopped facing each other. They both turned and started fingering themselves hard, their thighs bucking and their knees shaking while making direct eye contact with the two young women they had fucked the day before.
Marsha and Linda were now sitting side by side on the tile flooring, emotionally and sexually excited by all the events so far, shared a brief conversation. “Still friends?” Marsha asked as she crossed a thigh over Linda’s. “Yes,” Linda replied as both women reached over and began roughly fingering and massaging each other’s swollen pussies.
The joggers came hard. Their entire, sweaty bodies shook and jerked as their pussies were melded together during a massive mutual flow of that sweetness. They screamed, necks arched back, lower backs raised, as their wide eyes and wide open mouths greeted the spirits beyond the ceiling before collapsing their bodies back into the couch.
Lindsey and Nicole were the next to climax, and did so facing each other. They turned and walked toward each other, spreading their legs wide. Now only inches apart, both women cursed each other as they raped themselves three fingers deep in their pussies.
“Fucking bitch,” Nicole snarled over the sound of her suctioning honey hole.
“Fuck you, whore,” Lindsey raged over the sound of her own.
They both began gushing and literally squirted piss and pussy juice on the floor. The sexual excitement in the room had reached peak level.
It was now time for violence.
Nicole and Lindsey intentionally took a moment to slap each other in the face with pussy-soaked palms and fingers. The slaps ended with exaggerated smearing across each other’s faces. They each wanted the other to suffocate with the scent of their rival’s womanhood.
With animal-like groans, Nicole and Lindsey savagely gripped manes and began throwing wild punches wherever they were likely to land. Knees and kicks were delivered, and it wasn’t long before the slick tile floor brought them down to wrestle and fight in a pool of their own juices.
Now that the fight had moved to the floor, Marsha and Linda charged the extra-large leather couch to join the joggers for a better view of the action.
The four horny and sweaty spectators now found themselves jostling for the best seat on the couch. Tits were grabbed and twisted, hair was pulled, asses were grabbed, and grunts from the floor and couch now filled the room. They managed to situate themselves pressed together side by side, four abreast, with the joggers sandwiched between the cougars. The women were on knees and elbows, asses up and pussies spread. They reach behind and slapped and tugged at the ass and pussy of whoever’s were closest. They were all heavily whispering how hot this scene was between breaths and moans as they masturbated each other.
The glistening bodies before them were contorted, scratched and bruised as punches rained down with one hand, and hair, tits and faces were grabbed by the other as legs kicked wildly. The sides of their faces ground closely together, it appeared their wide, rage-filled eyeballs may have been touching as their teeth connected in a clicking sound.
Nicole, now gaining the top advantage, managed to lift and conk Lindsey’s head against the tile just as Lindsey was able to plant a knee directly into Nicole’s abdomen. The pain from both attacks brought a temporary break in the action.
Lindsey slowly stood and attempted to shake off the shock of her head bouncing off the floor. She ran a hand over her left eyebrow and could feel a slight bump already forming. Her body was wet and sticky, her tits rising and falling rapidly with each short breath.
Nicole was moaning and rolled over, facing away from the rest of the women. She was fighting to maintain her breathing after Lindsey had knocked the wind out of her with that knee.
Neither woman wanted to pause very long. They were now eager to exact revenge. After only less than a minute, both women were standing, cursing in harsh, loud whispers, and ready to continue the war they started.
Both warriors looked fucking sexy, slathered in a sheen of womanly juices. The smell was intoxicating. Even Nicole and Lindsey could not deny how erotically charged their foe looked. They again stepped in tightly.
Nicole roughly grabbed and twisted one of Lindsey’s tits as she gripped a handful of mane. Lindsey instantly returned the favor. The attacks caused both women to arch their backs, which caused the front of their smooth, wet pussies and thighs to press tightly together. They began to slowly spin in a tight circle while punching each other’s backs.
The sight before the spectators forced the audible eruption of two orgasms as the group continued to force fingers in and out of swollen, soaked pussies.
Nicole’s fist found its way to connect with Lindsey’s ribs and Lindsey connected with Nicole’s chin before the women pushed apart to fistfight.
Each woman had a target of choice. Nicole wanted to keep aiming for the red bump above Lindsey’s left eye, and Lindsey wanted to continue to inflict pain to Nicole’s softened abdomen. Their strategies briefly worked before they both caught on to each other’s plans. Punches and kicks were blocked and counter attacks became easier. Nicole was able to grab and hold what would have been a well-placed knee from Lindsey. Almost instantly, both women again toppled onto the floor.
As the women snaked along each other’s bodies to get a pin, the connections of slick thighs rubbing against vulnerable, swollen pussies caused uncontrollable moans of ecstasy barely hidden by groans of rage.
The erotic sounds emanating from the floor caused two more loud orgasms from the couch.
The sexual tension was now too much for Nicole and Lindsey to contain, and they kicked apart from each other. They sat on the floor, legs spread wide as they faced each other, separated by only a few feet. They roughly slapped, massaged and rubbed their pussies while raging at each other.
“Fucking bitch!”
“Fucking whore!”
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck you!”
They pushed toward each other along the tile until their pussies crushed together causing a collective groan of release, resentment, lust and hatred. They sat up into each other, the flow of pussy fluids sandwiched in their thighs as they gripped, twisted and ripped hair, tits and asscheeks while swinging wildly at each other’s faces, heads, backs, and thighs.
This was the grand finale. And it did not disappoint. Screaming in rage, both women clocked each other hard in the jaw, causing both to lay back in pain. The fight had run its course. But the sex had to continue. They both needed release, and as they lay back looking at the ceiling with their gashes grinding at full speed, they both exploded in shrieks of lust, agony, pain, confusion and hatred.
The four spectators exploded and gushed over probing and ramming fingers, screaming out with finality and exhaustion.
Nicole and Lindsey remain locked at their pussy holes, breathing heavily. They were moaning and slowly writhing, trying to separate, but unable.
The joggers had quickly moved into a 69 to finish each other off one more time as the cougars began to trib to another climax.
Before long, all six women were completely spent. All were bruised, scratched, sore and sexually depleted.
The joggers moved off the couch to help Nicole and Lindsey from the tile floor.
Just as Danielle and Alyssa were about to assist, Lindsay responded with “Not yet; leave us” as she bucked her pussy into Nicole’s. Nicole fired back by grinding into the wet, challenging honey hole.
The grinding continued in intensity. The joggers stood in shocked lust and began fingering themselves as they stood over the two enemies. The grinding and bumping became less about lust and more about rage as both women again sat up, face to face, slamming their pussies together. Once again, fists began to fly. Screams of rage filled the room.
The cougars fingered each other to another orgasm as the joggers were now sitting alongside the combatants and tribbing to the same rhythm.
The fighting was intense as the rivals gripped and clawed each other’s faces in one, final attempt to be the undisputed victor. However, all hope of that was lost once the orgasms hit. Face to face, fingernails dug deep into cheeky flesh, the women screamed into each other’s mouths with eyes as wide as saucers before pushing back completely drained of all energy. Their tits and bellies rose and fell rapidly as they once again lay on their backs, still pussy to pussy. Still determined. This would be a long night.
The end.
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