Kathy vs Shondra

[Enigma]

The tension in Max's small apartment was thick enough to choke on. He stood awkwardly by the kitchen counter, heart hammering, as Shondra and Kathy faced each other in the middle of the living room. Both girls were eighteen, both furious, both dressed in the tight little outfits they'd worn to surprise him tonight, tiny tank tops and short skirts that left very little to the imagination.

"I can't believe you'd even suggest that," Kathy spat, her pale cheeks flushed pink with anger. Her fiery red hair spilled over her shoulders, framing a face that was equal parts pretty and venomous. "A throuple? Like we're just going to share you like some cheap toy?"

Shondra crossed her athletic arms under her firm C-cup breasts, her dark skin glowing under the lamplight. She was lean and toned from years of track and basketball long legs, tight waist, powerful shoulders. "Hell no," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I don't share my man. Especially not with some basic white girl who thinks her tits make up for having no ass."

Kathy's green eyes narrowed. "Oh, that's rich coming from the flat-chested track rat. At least I've got curves worth looking at."

Max raised his hands. "Girls, please. I didn't want it to go like this. I love you both. I thought..."

"Shut up, Max," they said in unison, not even looking at him.
The first shove came from Kathy. She stepped forward and planted both palms against Shondra's shoulders, pushing hard. Shondra stumbled back a step but caught herself, then lunged right back, slamming her body into Kathy's. Their breasts collided with a soft, heavy smack, firm C-cups meeting plush D-cups, and both girls gasped at the impact.

"You bitch!" Shondra snarled, grabbing two fistfuls of Kathy's red hair and yanking downward. Kathy yelped, her head jerked forward, but she retaliated instantly by clawing at Shondra's tank top. Fabric tore with a sharp rip, exposing the black girl's lacy black bra and the smooth, toned swell of her cleavage.

Shondra's eyes flashed with rage. She twisted her body and drove her knee up, catching Kathy in the soft curve of her belly. Kathy doubled over with a grunt, but as she went down she hooked her arms around Shondra's waist and pulled her off balance. They crashed to the carpet together in a tangle of limbs and flying hair.

Max's breath caught. He knew he should stop this. He should pull them apart. But the sight of the two beautiful, furious girls rolling across his floor, skirts riding up, tops half torn, sent an unexpected rush of heat straight to his groin. He couldn't look away.
They wrestled savagely on the ground, each trying to gain the top position. Kathy ended up straddling Shondra's waist for a moment, her curvier hips pinning the athletic girl down. She slapped Shondra hard across the face, once, twice, the sharp smacks echoing in the room. Shondra bucked wildly, her powerful legs kicking, and managed to flip them over so she was on top. Now it was Shondra raining down slaps, her athletic arms moving fast, catching Kathy's pale cheeks and making them turn red.

"Get off me!" Kathy screamed, grabbing Shondra's bra strap and yanking it down hard. The strap snapped. Shondra's left breast spilled free, dark nipple already stiff from the adrenaline and friction. Shondra didn't even try to cover herself, instead she reached down and tore Kathy's tank top wide open, exposing her full, pale D-cup breasts jiggling in a pink lace bra that barely contained them.

They were both breathing hard now, sweat starting to glisten on their skin. Shondra leaned down, pressing her bare breast against Kathy's chest as she tried to pin the redhead's arms above her head. Their bodies ground together, athletic firmness against soft curve, and Kathy suddenly arched her back, slamming her hips upward to dislodge her opponent.
The roll continued. Kathy ended up on top again, this time grabbing Shondra's free breast and squeezing it viciously, digging her nails in just enough to make Shondra cry out in pain and anger. Shondra retaliated by reaching up and yanking Kathy's bra down, freeing both heavy pale breasts. She immediately latched onto one, twisting the soft flesh while Kathy howled.

Max's cock was rock hard in his jeans now. He hated that he was turned on, hated that he wasn't intervening, but the raw, primal sight of these two girls he loved clawing and slapping and grinding against each other was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Their grunts and gasps filled the room, mixed with insults:

"Slut!"
"Skinny bitch!"
"I'll ruin that pretty face!"
"Try it, ginger whore!"

They rolled again, crashing into the coffee table and knocking over a lamp. Shondra's skirt had ridden all the way up to her waist, revealing black thong panties and the tight, round cheeks of her athletic ass. Kathy's skirt was barely hanging on, her pale thighs flashing as she kicked and struggled.

Shondra finally got both hands around Kathy's red hair and slammed the back of her head against the carpet. Kathy's eyes watered, but she brought her knee up sharply between Shondra's legs. The black girl gasped and loosened her grip just enough for Kathy to shove her off and scramble on top once more.

Now Kathy was sitting on Shondra's stomach, pinning her arms with her knees. She leaned forward, her heavy bare breasts swaying inches above Shondra's face, and started slapping them down, left, right, left, smacking her tits across Shondra's cheeks and mouth in humiliating breast-smother slaps. Shondra bucked and twisted, her own exposed breast bouncing with every desperate movement.

"You like that, bitch?" Kathy panted, grinding her weight down. "Feel how much heavier I am?"

Shondra snarled and suddenly snapped her head up, biting down on the side of Kathy's left breast. Kathy screamed in shock and pain, rearing back. That gave Shondra the opening she needed. With a surge of athletic power she bridged her hips and flipped Kathy off her, rolling on top again.
They were both topless now, bras hanging in tatters, breasts heaving and marked with red handprints and scratches. Sweat made their skin shine, dark chocolate against creamy pale. Their hair was a wild mess, faces flushed, lips parted as they gasped for air.

Max stood there, breathing just as hard as they were, his hand unconsciously pressing against the massive bulge in his pants. He knew this was wrong. He knew he should stop them.

But when Shondra looked up at him mid-fight, eyes blazing with fury and something else, something raw and sexual, and Kathy did the same a second later, he realized neither of them wanted him to stop it either.

The catfight raged on, bodies slapping and grinding, insults flying, and Max watched every second, completely lost in the heat of it.

[TheFieryHousewife]

Outstanding story. Looking forward to reading more 

[TheFieryHousewife]