[dementedpaki]

   
    Disclaimer: This event took place last week. It involves display of racial prejudices, racial slurs, hate speech, physical aggression, spitting, cxnt busting, a display of religious attire, and sexual aggression. If this offends anyone, please leave now. Thank you. For everyone else, please enjoy.

   Just an FYI, this story is between my wife and a Jewish girl. They contact each other through word of mouth. At these meetings, no recording or pictures are allowed to protect the privacy of the people participating. The story has been vetted by both participants and is being uploaded with their permission. None of the people will be named for privacy reasons. Thank you.

   My wife is a Muslim hijabi from Pakistan, Punjab province. She is 22 years old, 5 feet 10 inches, her measurements are 34D 22 36, and she has waist-length brown hair, big, pretty greenish hazel eyes, and a dimple on her chin.

The Hebrew Hottie, First Meet Part 1: Breaking the Ice


   As usual, my wife was checking her emails for the new referrals from her past encounters. I was in the vicinity but not right next to her to see what was going on. She stopped scrolling through them. It seemed one of them had captured her eye. Looking at it, she raised her eyebrows. I headed out to the kitchen for a couple of things. I returned after a good 20 minutes and found her sitting there with her head down, rocking in the chair. I handed her the cup of tea and asked her if everything was fine. She just responded with a fading smile. The day went on, but I could tell something was bothering her. There was no point in asking. If she has something on her mind, she would just come up to me and let me know; she is blunt like that. It does sometimes take a bit of time for her to come to me, which is fine, I guess, as it gives her more time to have a proper conversation with me about the issue. The next day, she finally came to me as I was lying down in bed after work. She lay down next to me, putting her head on my chest, running her fingers through it. I finally said: Are you going to tell me what is bothering you, or do I have to wait more? She got on top of me, trying to hide her face in my neck. I didn't push further; it didn't seem like it was time yet. After a few minutes, she finally raised her head, staring into my eyes with those big, pretty, greenish hazel eyes.

   I raised my eyebrows, looking at her, waiting for her to say something. She buried her face in my chest again. A few minutes later, she finally raised her head again and said: Babe... I... We... have this... meet up next week... I nodded. She continued and said: She has emailed me her medical reports and I have sent her ours, ummm.... She sat up straight on my stomach, moving down a little. She took a deep breath and continued: Her kinks match mine; she's into fighting women too, but she will give me the details when we go see her. She kept avoiding eye contact with me as she spoke. Looking away, she mumbled under her breath and said: Oh yeah... and she is Jewish. I just lay there, and said: Ok, when are we going to see her? She immediately turned to me, almost giving herself a whiplash, and said: Uhh... did you hear what I just said? She's... uh... she's... Jewish? I nodded and said: Yes, and? Is that a problem? She leaned forward, placing her hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes, her mouth a bit open, I am guessing because of amazement. She blinked a few times and said: Babe... she's Jewish. That's... ok? I smiled and said: Soo... in the last few months, you have fucked Hindus, Christians, Buddhists, and everything in between, but you're drawing a line here? She narrowed her eyes and said: That's... rude...

   I smiled and said: No, that is a fact. I am not calling you out on it, if that is what you are thinking. I am simply saying her religion should not be an issue. She lowered her head, moving her hands from my shoulders to my chest and said: But... she's Jewish... I retorted: But not necessarily a Zionist; every Jew isn't a Zionist, and every Zionist isn't a Jew. You should know that. She stared at me for a few moments and said: I have her name. I will research her, see what's what. A couple of days had gone by, and we were going out for a walk, which is our daily ritual. We made our way to this fine spot under the shade. We could see a lot of people out. She grabbed my hand, wrapping both her hands around it. Her head down, she said: Soo... you remember the Jewish girl? I looked at her and said: Yes! Still looking down and away, she responded: So, I have been doing some research on her and uh... I just looked at her, waiting for her to continue. She shifted a little, leaning in towards me. She said: She's... legit. She is not a Zionist. I have been to her Facebook page, her Twitter X page, and her TikTok page. She is... umm.... pro-Palestinian. She looked at me, hoping, probably hoping I would say something, but I remained silent. She nudged me a little and said: Would you say something? Please?

   I just looked at her for a few moments and said: I told you you had nothing to worry about. She just put her head on my shoulder for a few minutes, and then we got ready to go home. The day finally arrived when we were to meet the girl. Checking the address, we realized that she didn't live very far away; it was only a 20 to 30 minute drive, depending on traffic. We got to her front door. Wife reached for the doorbell, and I could still see the reluctance in her. I whispered: We can still leave, if you don't want to go through with this. She looked back at me, shook her head, and rang the doorbell. We only waited for maybe a few moments, but for the wife, these were the longest few moments of her life. She quickly turned around and said: I guess no one is home. Let's get out of here. As she was saying that, however, the door behind her opened and an exceptionally pretty, tall, and slender brunette stepped into the light. She just stood there staring at us with those piercing brown eyes. I couldn't help but stare at her. Wife, noticing the change in the look on my face, turned around and saw the girl. I couldn't see her face, but I am certain her reaction was the same. Seeing our faces, the girl smiled and said: Mmmm... hi? The wife snapped out of it and introduced herself. The girl had a surprised look on her face.

   She nodded and said: Please come in. We both made our way inside, but the tension was heavy. Both ladies were extremely uncomfortable. The girl offered us refreshments, which both of us accepted. Neither of them was saying anything; they weren't even looking at each other. It was super awkward. I finally decided to break the ice and said: Do you live here alone? The girl just smiled and nodded. The wife picked up from there and finally properly introduced herself. She said: I am from Pakistan, by the way, and I am sure you can tell by the way I am dressed that I am a Muslimah. I am sure you have questions, as I have mine. Please ask. The lady smiled and nodded but stayed silent for a few moments. She finally spoke and said: I am... surprised that you came. Wife raised her eyebrows and said: Oh? The girl smiled and said: I haven't had human contact with anyone because of all the rejections... cancellations I have received for my request. She paused for a few moments and said: I guess with everything going on in Gaza and the most recent stuff with Iran, no Muslims want to associate with me. Wife looked down, as she does when she thinks she is about to say something offensive. She said: I am... not trying to... I have a question... and... and.... I am not trying to offend you.

   The girl smiled and quickly said: I am not a Zionist, I am Pro-Palestinian. Wife smiled and looked relieved. She then glanced at me and said: Ok... with that out of the way, tell me about yourself. What are you into when it comes to... these meetings? The girl took a deep breath, smiled, and said: I was referred to you by some of the girls you have been with. Reading your bio gave me chills. You are into the same things as I am. She paused, looking at the wife, and said: I like religious and racial hate plays as much as you do, but... I have a special kink for Muslim women, especially hijabis and women who wear their niqab. I understand you don't do blasphemy. I don't either. I think religion is sacred. I do love its representation during the fight or fuck session, but not to the level of blasphemy. There was another pause. Wife said: I don't do toys either. I hope that is ok. The girl nodded and said: Yes, that is perfectly fine. Umm... do you do name-calling? Wife responded and said: I do name-calling, taunting, cussing, hitting, slap fights, tit slapping, cxnt busting, spanking, spitting, if you are comfortable with that, hair pulling, and belly punching. I have no problem giving or receiving them. I also do pussy to pussy, tits to tits, and tongue duels. Tell me if there is anything that you are uncomfortable with, and we can put it aside.

   As the wife was talking, telling the girl about her kinks, I could see the girl's face go from normal to pink to red. When the wife was done talking, the girl just looked at the wife, trying to speak. She stammered and said: Uh... oh.... I... ummm... Tha.. that... thats... mmmm.... You are... what I have been looking for... She paused for a moment, realizing how that sounded. She took a deep breath and said: I mean... I have been with a lot of Muslim women. I love fucking and fighting Muslim women, but they have never... mmm... they have their limits? I think that is one way to... put it? Hearing that, the wife turned a little red. She chuckled and said: Yes, yes, they do. But.. tell me, what kind of Muslim women have you done? The girl thought for a moment and said: What kind? Do you mean ethnically or their religious alignment? Wife smiled at her response and said: Both, tell me, what ethnic group of Muslim girls excites you? The girl, with a smile, responded: Well, I am into Middle Eastern women. You know Arab, Turkish, and Iranian. Wife nodded and said: What about South Asians? Have you tried any of those Muslim girls? The girl nodded again and said: Yes, I have. But... they are... umm. different. The wife chuckled and said: I know what you mean. The girl smiled and continued: Ummm... religiously? I can say I have done both? Kinds? Both religious... or rather hijabis and non-hijabis.

   The wife smiled, nodding and said: Have you been with a Pakistani woman before? The girl nodded and said: I have, yes... but she couldn't do what I needed her to. The wife smiled and said: Let's see if we can change that today. They both shared a soft chuckle and seemed quite comfortable with each other. The wife continued: So, tell me what your kinks are and let's see if we can't satisfy them. The girl became a little serious and said: Well... there are a lot of things I want to try, but... I don't think we will be able to do them all in our first try. The wife tilted her head and said: First? Try? Could you clarify that? The girl nodded and said: Well... I.. uhh.... you're a Muslim woman... I... really want to fight you? And... I want to fuck fight you? Do you know what I mean? The wife nodded with a massive smile. The girl continued and said: And I want to fuck you. The wife looked at me and nodded. She said: I think we have enough time to try them all. It should be doable. What would you like to try first? The girl put her hands on her thighs, rubbing them. She licked her lips and said: I really want to fight you, like a proper fight. The wife said: And... are we going to be naked for that? The girl shook her head and said: No, I want us to tear each other's clothes off. The wife smiled and said: I don't think I can afford the tearing of clothes. I didn't bring anything extra with me.

   The girl quickly said: Oh, that is not a problem. You could wear something of mine, and we could go from there. The wife nodded and said: And... will name-calling be involved at all? The girl responded: Umm... I'm hoping yes, but.. uhh... I don't exactly know how... You would... uhh... how am I to address you during the fight? The wife smiled and responded: Well, I am a Paki, so you can call me that. I am a Muslimah. You can use that as well, and you know that I have fucked other women; I am a whore. So I expect you to use all of that and anything else you can come up with. I know you're a whore, so I will be using that. What else would you like me to use? The girl responded: Umm... I am Jewish... so you can call me a dirty Jew or some variation of that. I really don't get offended. I just want a good experience. Hearing that, the wife shrugged and said: Sure, let's see what you have for me to wear. The girl got up and led us to the basement of the house. This basement had padded walls and a padded floor, wall to wall; it was pristine clean. The girl took the wife to the closet on the side with a clothing rack in it. Looking upon it, we found clothing of all manner on it. There were burkas, hijabs, tank tops, skirts, and pants among other things. The girl looked at the wife and said: So... you can pick what you want to wear. I just want to tear it off your body when we fight.

   The wife, screening through everything, said: Do you have a particular kink you wish fulfilled? I mean... I am here. Let's make the best of it. The girl licked her lips, looking at the wife head to toe, and said: Are you... Are you sure? The wife nodded, skimming through everything. She looked at the girl and stepped back a little. The girl got to the rack, a few things she picked out. She pulled out a burka with a hijab, a mini skirt that could barely cover the wife's pussy, and would leave her ass exposed, and a tank top that looked quite small for the wife. The wife, looking at all of that, was displaying a massive smile. She grabbed all of that and said: Anything else? The girl responded: Are you.. serious? The wife, still smiling, said: As I said, I am here. Let's make the best of it. What else? The girl pulled out black stockings that again looked too small. The wife said: Do these stretch? The girl nodded. The wife said: Is that it? The girl looked down for a few moments, clearly embarrassed. Noticing that the wife said: You are not forcing me. I am volunteering, remember? She gave the wife a massive smile and said: Ummm... no underwear or bra. The wife nodded and opened her burka, revealing the shalwar kameez she was wearing underneath. The girl said: What would you like me to wear?

   Wife stopped undressing midway. With her burka open, she looked at the girl for a second and said: Are we doing religious hate play or racial? The girl thought for a moment and said: Both? Wife getting rid of the burka, said: Wear something that signifies your faith, like the Star of David and whatever else goes with it. The girl moving towards the clothing rack got herself a dress. She flashed the Star of David she was wearing to the wife, and she responded with a smile. The girl then stopped, looked at me, and said: Ummm... is that... your handler? Wife had taken off her burka and was in the process of getting rid of her hijab. She looked at the girl and said: NO! That is my husband. My handler? What kind of girls have you had coming here? The girl looked a bit confused, a bit red, trying to recover from that. She said: No, that is not what I meant. I just... usually the girls that come by come alone. The wife shook her head and said: It's in my bio that he will be accompanying me to every meetup. The girl nodded and said: Ummm... do I... have to fuck him? The wife responded: Absolutely not. That is an option, but if you don't want to, it's fine. If you are uncomfortable, I can send him away. He can go to the car and wait there. The girl immediately retorted: Oh no, it's fine, it's really fine. I just wanted to make sure.

   The wife, listening to her response, looked at me for a second, then looked back at her and said: So the girls you fucked came alone? The girl nodded and said: Yes, there were some married ones, but they said that if their husbands ever found out that they fucked a Jew, they could get killed. The wife chuckled at that and said: Yes, sadly, that happens. Ignorance is rampant among my people. The girl pointed at me and said: Your husband seems Ok with your choices. The wife chuckled again and said: Yes, he is, I asked him if it would be ok for me to continue, and he didn't mind, so I decided to bring him along to the meets ever since.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[Rocko23]

A really hot beginning. Can't wait to see whats next!

[Katherine-wins]

Anticipating the next installment!!

[dementedpaki]

The Hebrew Hottie, First Meet Part 2: The Brawl


   The wife, listening to her response, looked at me for a second, then looked back at her and said: So the girls you fucked came alone? The girl nodded and said: Yes, there were some married ones, but they said that if their husbands ever found out that they fucked a Jew, they could get killed. The wife chuckled at that and said: Yes, sadly, that happens. Ignorance is rampant among my people. The girl pointed at me and said: Your husband seems Ok with your choices. The wife chuckled again and said: Yes, he is, I asked him if it would be ok for me to continue, and he didn't mind, so I decided to bring him along to the meets ever since. The girl got comfortable again and said: No, he does not have to leave. Does he watch? The wife let out a soft laugh and said: Oh yes, he loves to watch, and I love it when I see him get excited. The girl laughed and said: In that case, let me get him a chair so he can enjoy the show. She went upstairs and got a folding chair. She placed it in the corner that gave a good view of the entire basement. I made myself comfortable on it. She turned around to find the wife completely naked; she was now pulling the stockings on her legs. As she worked them up to her thighs, they reached up to her ass, just touching her ass cheeks. The girl slowly walked towards the clothing rack. I could not see her eyes, but I was certain that she was staring at the wife's ass and pussy as she bent over to pull the skirt on.

   The wife then got the tank top on and grabbed the burka. Putting the burka on, covering her head with the covering, she looked at the girl who was also now naked, with a dress from the clothing rack in her hand. Wife said: May I ask you something? Stepping out of her undergarments, the girl nodded. wife said: So, why a burka with a skirt and a tank top? And why no bra or panties? The girl turned around to reveal her beautiful tits, with small pink nipples. She said: I like the idea of fucking a perverted Muslim woman, who is pious but slutty at the same time. The wife laughed and said: Well, you definitely got that. The girl stepped into her dress. She then grabbed a piece of cloth and wrapped it around her head. The wife looked confused and said: Uhh... what is that? The girl smiled and said: It's a Jewish custom. It's not our law, just something women wear. It's called a Tichel. It's usually worn by married ladies in our culture; it's similar to the Muslim hijab. The wife nodded in response. The girl was maybe about 5 feet 8. She had waist-length brown hair, brown eyes, her mouth was not very small but not very big either, and she had freckles on her nose and cheeks. She was rocking a nice pair of tits that looked bigger than the wife's. They sagged a little but not too much. I would say maybe 36D, could be bigger.

   She had an athletic build, a toned stomach that matched the wife's, and a very narrow trimmed bush that looked like a spearhead point down at her clit. Her waist was slightly bigger than the wife's; she was at about 26, and her ass was also acceptable at around 36. They both made ready; all the jewelry had already come off. They slowly made their way to the padded area. Standing in front of each other, they looked upon each other for a couple of minutes. The wife broke the silence and said: I will cuss at you, and I expect the same in return. The girl silently nodded. Their entire demeanor had changed from changing and talking, and laughing with each other to adversaries about to claw into each other. There was a stark difference between the two situations. As they stared each other down, I could see the apprehension this built up, this... anticipation between them. The girl finally spoke, or rather whispered: Come at me bitch. With that, they jumped at each other. It started with slaps to the faces, and devolved into grabbing each other, trying to grapple and outmaneuver one another. Not much, or rather nothing at all, was said at this point. They would try and get on top of each other; the girl's dress and wife's burka kept getting in the way, so I knew it was only a matter of time before they came off. They did not, however, go for each other's clothing just at this time. Their breathing had become intense as both parties landed hits to each other's faces, shoulders, backs, and chests.

   Now and then, one or the other would land a punch in the stomach, making the enemy buckle over for a moment or two. During all this commotion, they had fallen to the floor, trying to get on top. Still on the floor, holding each other, staring into each other's eyes, their noses may be an inch from each other. They rolled and got free from each other. Immediately, both of them got to their feet and went into a slapping frenzy that lasted only a few moments as neither party did anything to block or avoid the incoming shots, so every single shot landed. Stepping away from each other, almost out of breath, they circled each other for a few seconds. Wife had both her hands to the side, slightly hunched over, ready to go again. She moved her wrist to her forehead and wiped the sweat off. She then did the same with her face. Her face was completely red because of the intensity of the shots she had been receiving; her lips parted as she was breathing heavily. Her burka and hijab were a bit messy because of all the struggle, but still intact and on her. The girl had both her arms raised in defensive/offensive posture, ready to take the wife at a moment's notice. She also used her hand on her cheeks and chin to wipe herself clean. Since she was European, her face could not hide the punishment it had received either. Her face was crimson red, and her breathing rivaled that of my wife.

   Finally, the girl spoke, or rather whispered, through her heavy breathing and said: Had enough? To which wife immediately retorted: Come find out, you filthy Jew cxnt. They pounced on each other again, grabbing each other by the throat to try and choke each other out. It started with their hands around each other's throats, but soon their desire to inflict pain took over again. Both of them held each other by the throat and repeatedly slapped each other in the face. When they couldn't take it anymore, both of them went for each other's throats, squeezing the life out of each other. The choking slowly brought them to their knees; the noise of their heavy breathing, panting, and heaving echoed through the basement. Still their hands wrapped around each other's throats, trying to breathe, gasping for air, the girl let go of the wife's neck but kept one hand on it. She then swung, rocking the wife back to her senses, and that is when I realized that she was fainting under the pressure of choking. The wife, staring at the girl, became aggressive. She moved forward, squeezing with everything she had, and through her rapid, short breaths, barely being able to speak, she said: Fucking... Israeli... whore... With that wife landed a slap on the girl's face, which rocked the girl. Clearly struggling to breathe, she said: Paki... aahhh... slut....

   Both of them would almost lose consciousness, then slap each other back to life. This went on for a good couple of minutes until they collapsed beside each other, coughing, heaving, and gasping for air. They rested, maybe for a couple of minutes, before getting back to their feet. Without wasting time, they went for each other's hair. The girl tried to pull the wife's hijab off, and the wife immediately grabbed her head covering and said: Not my hijab bitch... don't you fucking dare. The girl pulled the hijab off the wife's head, her hair a mess as it was freed. wife yelled: You fucking whore. The girl's hair was still in her hand. She grabbed the girl's head covering and, with a single jerk, pulled it off. The girl snarled: Paki bitch... They let go of each other's hair, staring at each other. The girl moved closer, punching the wife in the stomach. She looked like she was not expecting that. She buckled over for a second and said: Fucking... Jewish... slut... They both went at each other again, slapping. The wife spat in the girl's face, which infuriated the girl, and she yelled: FUCKING BITCH... GIMME THAT... With that, she went for the wife's burka and started pulling on it. The wife punched the girl in the stomach, and the girl, feeling the sting from that jab, took a step back, turning her back to the wife. Wife moving towards her with her hands stretched out said: What are you going to do? What the fuck are you going to do? Fucking bitch. What's up?

   The girl turned around red-faced, grabbed the wife by her arm, grappling her, she threw wife down on the floor on her stomach. Mounting her, she got hold of the burka, pulling on it, she said: Fucking bitches... You all think yourself all pure and holy. Gimme me that fuckin' thing. With that, she got off the wife, ripping it off her body. Standing up, the girl waved it in the wife's face and said: There... there is your fucking piety, whore. Wife got up on her feet and slapped the girl in the face so hard that she knocked her down. Walking up to her hijab, she said: You dirty fucking jew slut.... She grabbed her hijab and put it back on her head. She turned around and continued: I'm gonna fuck you up. Now she had a tight tank top on, with her hard, erect nipples poking out, a mini skirt that barely covered anything, black stockings, and a hijab. She walked up to the girl. As she got close to her, the girl kicked her in the pussy, The wife gasped. Turning around, she fell to her knees and let out a loud grunt. She immediately got back up and turned around to find the girl approaching her. The wife returned the favor; her toes made contact with the girl's pussy. Covering her pussy, she took a step back and said: Fuck... Before the wife could do anything, however, the girl had recovered, and she went for the tank top. As she got her hands on the wife's tank top, she moved her knee between the girl's legs, making contact with her pussy.

   As the knee made contact with her pussy, she buckled over with her hands on the wife's tank top. As she took a step back, the tank top went with her. The girl threw the tank top to the side, nursing her pussy with a hand. She turned around for a second. That was all the time wife needed. She went up to the girl from behind, grabbing her dress. She pulled on it as hard as she could. The basement echoed with a loud rip, and the dress was off. The girl was now standing before the wife completely naked. The wife said: You like that bitch? Fucking Jew cxnt. The girl turned around and raised her leg; her ankle made contact with the wife's pussy, causing her to fall to her knees. The girl said: That is where all the Muslim bastards come from, right? I'm gonna tear it off your body so you can't make any. Fucking Paki. The girl went for her head covering. Picking it up, she put it on. As she turned around, though, the wife was already on her feet and charging at her. Their breathing was deep and heavy; they were panting and heaving from all the punishment they had inflicted upon each other, but nothing was slowing them down.

   As the wife approached the girl, they both went for each other's hair again. Since their heads were covered, they just grabbed what they could, wife said: Fucking Jew slut, I'm gunna kill you today. Pulling on the hair, they both were bent over; they were slapping their naked bodies, leaving a lot of marks on the enemy. When they couldn't take it anymore, they both let go, breathing heavily. They took a step back. The wife, staring at the girl, said: Give up bitch... just give up. The girl retorted: Fuck you. With that, she went in again, tackling the wife to the floor with her on top. She quickly changed positions and went for the wife's miniskirt. With that, they were completely naked. The girl was still on top of the wife in reverse cowgirl. Taking advantage of that, the wife grabbed the girl by her hair, pulling her back on her, and wrapped her arm around the girl's neck. The girl trying to get free started kicking and jerking her body to no avail, heaving and panting, struggling to breathe, coughing as she tried to speak. She yelled: FUCKING... PAKI WHORE... AARRRGHH... FUCKING... cxnt... LET GO... The wife simply retorted: Fuck you.. you... Jew... bitch... Not being able to break free, the girl started using her elbow on the wife's stomach, making her grunt with every hit landed. She yelled: OW... FAAAK... GIVE UP... YOU FUCKING BITCH...

   The girl finally relented. She stopped her elbow attacks. Through her heaving and panting, she said: AARRGGGHH... I... AAAHHH... GIVE.... Wife immediately loosened her arm around the girl's neck, resting her arms above her head. As soon as the girl was released from the choke hold, she turned to her side while still on top of the wife. Trying to catch her breath, she was coughing. Wife brought her hands down from above her head and started massaging the girl's back, rubbing it slowly. As the girl was able to breathe normally again, sitting on the wife's crotch area, she turned back, looking at the wife, who had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily, same like the girl. Still on top of the wife, she changed her position, now facing the wife. She lay back down on top of the wife. Placing her head on the wife's shoulder, she planted a wet kiss on the shoulder. There was this smile on the wife's face. She wrapped her arms around the girl. Both women, with their eyes closed, just rested in each other's arms. After about 10 good minutes, their breathing had gone back to normal. The girl raised her head off the wife's shoulder. They looked into each other's eyes. The girl said: I have some food, so we can recover our energy and go again. Wife smiled and nodded. The girl got off the wife and gave her a hand to help her up.

   Wife took the girl's hand and stood up, still holding hands. The girl said: Umm... It's upstairs in the fridge. I was hoping you would show up, so I have a lot. Could you help me carry it down here?  As they were talking, they were facing me. My eyes roamed through their beautiful naked bodies, and then I saw it; their pubic area, pussy lips, and inner thighs looked like they had been wet, all the way down to their knees. At first, I thought maybe it was sweat, but that is not the only area where they would sweat. Wife nodded again, and the girl led her out. As they were leaving, my wife turned to me and said: We will be right back, ok? I nodded and they left. Sitting there, I thought to myself that if they had indeed had an orgasm during that fight, it was confirmed by my wife on our way home. In about 5 minutes or so, both of them came down with 2 trays full of food. I looked at the floor where they were lying down, resting. There was this large wet spot. I thought it was just my eyes deceiving me. The girl placed the trays on the floor. She then got up and said: Gimme a minute, I need to clean up the mess we made before it dries up. I was a little confused as to what she was talking about. She went to the bathroom, came back out in a few moments with a handful of sanitized wipes, and started wiping away the wetness on the padded floor where they were resting.

   The girl got on her knees and started cleaning up. Her pink pussy was clearly visible to me. Wife, seeing that, went to her and took a few wipes from her and started helping her clean. With them both on their knees facing away from me, I didn't know which one of them to look at. They finished cleaning, went to the bathroom, washed their hands, came back to the trays, sat across from each other, and started eating.

[Rocko23]

Amazingly hot. Thank you! Lucky lucky man!

[dementedpaki]

The Hebrew Hottie, First Meet Part 3: The Sexfight

   The girl got on her knees and started cleaning up. Her pink pussy was clearly visible to me. Wife, seeing that, went to her and took a few wipes from her and started helping her clean. With them both on their knees, facing away from me, I didn't know which one of them to look at. They finished cleaning, went to the bathroom, washed their hands, came back to the tray, sat across from each other, and started eating. The wife pulled her hijab back a little, and the girl said: No, please, leave that on. Wife smiled and said: Oh, I know. I am just fixing it up so it does not fall off. The girl nodded, the wife smirked, and continued: You really have a hijab kink. The girl turned a little red and said: I don't know what it is about your hijab and the burka, it just turns me on. Wife laughed and said: That's cool, to each their own. The snack break was over. They sat there looking at each other for a few moments. The wife broke the silence and said: So? What's next? The girl with her hands in her lap, looking at the wife, said: Ummm.... sexfight? Wife smiled and said: Sure, we can bump pussies. The girl looked away for a second, looking back at the wife. She said: Well, not just bumping pussies... The wife smiled and said: How would you like to do it then? What would you like to add? The girl narrowed her eyes a little and said: Umm... I want some physical aggression to go with sex.

   The wife chuckled and said: Ahh... same as before? More? Less? The girl chuckled in response and said: Uhh... less, less... definitely less. I just want some minor aggression, some name-calling, spitting, and whatever else we can pick up on the way to keep it light. The wife, smiling, said: Yeah, that's fine, we can do that. You just want a... kind of hate fuck, I think it will be hot. Let's do it. The girl picked up the tray, bringing it to me. She left it on the floor right next to me. As she got up to walk away, she gave me a soft smile. I smiled back and nodded. The wife was already on her feet, fixing her hijab so that it wouldn't get in the way. She said: How would you like to start? The girl, slowly making her way to the wife and stopping at about three feet away, said: Well, I saw something online a while ago and kinda wanna try that. The wife nodded and said: Ok, what is it? Let's hear it. The girl shifted for a moment and said: I can't really tell you? I have to show you. Gimme a minute. With that, the girl left the basement and came back down in a couple of minutes. In her hand was her cell phone. The wife looked at it and said: No recording, or pictures. You know that, right? The girl raised her eyebrows and quickly said: Oh.. no... It's not for that. I just wanted to show you something. The wife chuckled and said: Relax, it's a joke. Come, show me what you meant.

   Hearing that, the girl relaxed a little. With a smile, she approached the wife and turned the screen towards her standing next to her. Both women looked at the video that was being played. All I could hear was a couple of women with Eastern European accents trying trash talk and failing. Wife's eyes widened and a massive smile crept up on her face, she said: Oh, oohh... oooohhh... Yes, we can do that. The girl turned her phone off, placing it in the tray next to me. It had a tape on the camera. She walked back to the wife. They stood facing each other. The wife said: Annnd... you want light trash talk to go with that as well? The girl nodded. With that, the wife spat on the girl's tits and said: Well then, come at me, you fucking jew. The girl recoiled but had a massive smile on her face. She immediately returned the favour, spitting on the wife's tits. She said: Fuck you paki! The wife, receiving her spit on the tits, chuckled and said: You're a fucking cxnt, you know that? With that, the wife spat in the girl's face. The girl recoiled a little again and, spitting back in the wife's face, she said: It takes one to know one, fucking bitch. With that, the wife moved closer to the girl. She stepped up as well, and they both reached for each other's mouths with their hands and shoved about two to three fingers in each other's mouths. I just looked at them all, confused, as I didn't know if that was supposed to turn someone on, but to each their own.

   They would gag on each other's fingers, then pull them out and wipe the saliva on the owner's tits. The wife pulled her fingers out of the girl's mouth and wiped the saliva on her tits. The girl looked down at the wife's hand on her and did the same to the wife. The wife moved a little closer, grabbing a handful of the girl's hair that was loose from under her head covering. The girl responded in the same manner. Both women had a handful of each other's hair in their hands, and they were shoving their fingers in each other's mouths, gagging on them. The girl pulled her fingers out of the wife's mouth, wiping the saliva off on the wife's tits. The wife did the same and spat on the girl again. It landed on her neck. The girl again responded in the same manner, but she landed on the wife's tits. The wife said: Who the fuck you think you are, fucking jew kike. The girl pulled the wife closer to her by her hair, their faces just a couple of centimeters away from each other, the girl said: Fucking terrorist, shut the fuck up. The wife raised her eyebrows and said: Oh, oh, you wanna play that game bitch? You wanna play that game? The girl nodded and said: Fuck yeah, I wanna play that game, you fucking whore. Hearing that put a smile on the wife's face, she pulled the girl in a kiss. The girl responded by shoving her tongue in the wife's mouth.

   They both had their eyes locked, staring at each other. All the while their tongues fought, as the tongue duel raged in their mouths, it started affecting their breathing. They both pulled back at the same time, still holding on to each other's hair and just a couple of centimeters away. They took a deep breath, the wife looking into the girl's eyes nodded and said: Oohh... horny fucking jew... are you? The girl yanked on the wife's hair a little, breathing slightly heavy. She said: Oh, you think... only you Muslim bitches can be horny? The wife spat in the girl's face and said: Bitch, please... You can't match our heat. The girl wiping the wife's spit off her face spat back at the wife, landing on the wife's chin. The girl said: Fuck you, hoe. You have never fucked a jew before. How would you know? The wife shoved a couple of her fingers in the girl's mouth, making her gag, and said: We will find out today, won't we, slut? The girl responded by shoving her finger in the wife's mouth, and both of them started gagging. This went on for a couple of minutes, and neither side pulled out. I could see a hint of tears in both their eyes. They finally pulled out, and both their fingers were covered in each other's thick saliva. The girl spat on the wife's tits, landing on the wife's nipple, and said: Fucking gentile, Paki hoe. I am a jew; you are beneath me.

   The wife spat back, and it landed on the girl's stomach. She said: All you fucking kikes think yourself superior to everyone else. You are just glorified whores for Muslims to play with. Saying that the wife pulled the girl in another kiss, their tongues led the charge, invading each other's mouths. Holding each other by the hair and the throat, they stared into each other's eyes as their tongues duked it out. Another few minutes of kissing, and they pulled away. Breathing heavy, one hand on the hair, the other around the throat, the girl said: Fuck you, you fucking bitch, you Paki sluts fuck anything that moves. Fucking terrorist. You couldn't fucking take me anyway, your used-up terrorist pussy couldn't handle this superior cxnt. Hearing that, a wide grin appeared on the wife's face. She pushed the girl back, staring at her for a few minutes. She spat on the girl again, this one landing on her thigh. The wife got down on the padded floor, spread her legs, and rubbed her clit. She said: Let's fucking find out bitch, bring me that jew pussy. Let's see who has a superior clit. Hearing that, the girl quickly got down on the floor, spreading her legs, she licked her fingers and gave her clit a quick massage. She said: Bitch, please. Your busted ass Muslim cxnt couldn't handle this Jewish pussy. We have superiority in our DNA; even our pussies are superior to yours.

   Maintaining eye contact, they moved closer to each other until they had moved into each other's wet, hungry pussy. As the sexual contact was established between them, they both let out a mild whimper. Neither of them moved. Finally, the wife spoke through her deep, heavy breathing and said: Did you just... uhh.... want to push your pussy... against mine? Or... oofff... did you have... something else... in mind? With that, the wife moved her hips, thrusting into the girl. She immediately responded with her hips and started moving them with the wife, the girl said: Fuck... off... this is a... fight... does it matter... who attacks first? They started off all slow, but developed a steady rhythm, pulling back and pushing into each other. Oftentimes, when their pussies met, they would just hold and stay like that for a few moments before pulling away. Their act was revealing its effects on them both, their face were red, lips parted, breathing heavy, eyes locked, and the basement echoed with their moans and the clash of their wet rival cxnts attacking each other. The girl closed her eyes and let her head fall back. The wife tit slapped the girl and said: Da fuck bitch? This is a... fight. The girl responded by spitting at the wife. It landed on her cleavage, she said: Fucking... terrorist. Fight me... then... The wife moved forward, grabbed the girl by her hair, and slapped her in the face.

   The girl took it like a champ, the wife said: Fucking... kike... I am going to... beat you... and then have my... way with you. The girl responded with a slap of her own to the wife's face. She said: Bitch... let's... find out. Imma do to you... What the U.S. did to your... fucking Taliban over... in Afghanistan. Taliban... loving whore. The wife laughed through her heavy breathing, barely being able to speak. She said: Oooooh... so... you are going to... aaahhh..... faaak... eat my pussy? Just like... the dumbass Americans.... faaaak... sucked the Taliban's dick? The girl, moving her hips faster to match the wife's speed, snarled: Fuck you.... fucking... paki... whore... With that, they both moved closer to each other, grabbing each other's hair and pulling each other into a kiss. It was more of a tongue tango with their mouths open and their tongues out and fighting. Staring into each other's eyes, the tongue duel evolved into a deep kiss. The wife pulled the girl back by her hair, slapping her in the face, she said: Cum for me... jew slut.... The girl pulled the wife back into the kiss. A few minutes later, she pulled back and away from the wife. The girl then got up, and the wife followed. They stood at about two feet from each other, staring at each other, breathing heavily, panting, their tits rising and falling with each breath, their flat stomach with each breath showing all the work they had put into themselves.

   The wife smirked and said: Did I... scare you away? The girl retorted: Fuck you! The wife continued: So... you can... fight unarmed women.... and children... but when you meet a... real challenge... You run... Fucking jews. The girl retorted again, this time a bit angrily: Bitch... shut the fuck up. They both charged at each other, locking each other in a kiss, all the while slapping each other's bodies. The basement echoed with the noises of wet smacking lips and loud slaps as they landed on each other. The wife got hold of the girl's ass and pulled her in, smacking her pussy with her own. The girl, feeling that, followed suit. She grabbed the wife's ass and did the same. They were now locked at the lips and eyes, their breathing was erratic and heavy, and they were humping each other standing up. It was a weird position to look at; it also seemed quite uncomfortable as both ladies had their legs slightly open and bent at the knees. The kiss finally broke, their eyes closed, their heads fell backwards as they continued to hump. The girl finally said: I... am.... soo... fucking... close... The wife responded: As... Am... I... With that, the wife pushed the girl back and started pacing back and forth, staring at the girl. The girl had this annoyed, confused look on her face, she said: What the... fuck??? Are you... fucking with me... right now???

   The girl reached for her clit. The wife, barely keeping it together, pointed her finger menacingly at the girl and said: DON'T... If you... even accidentally cum... I will fuck you up... The girl pointed her finger at the wife. Breathing deep and heavy, she said: Fuck you... terrorist slut... Saying that she massaged and smacked her clit, staring at the wife, like taunting her, and continued: Come then.... come fuck me up... They both charged at each other, their naked bodies collided, and they pulled each other in a kiss. The wife started pushing the girl back towards the wall, as the girl's back touched the wall, and there was no further to go for either of them. They broke the kiss and unleashed a hail of slaps on each other's naked bodies. The basement echoed with the noises of slaps, smacks, grunts, groans, heaving, and panting. After a couple of minutes of inflicting punishment on each other, they both pulled away. The girl was already against the wall, so she didn't have anywhere to go. The wife, however, took a step back. Looking at themselves, inspecting the damage they received, they looked back at each other, charging at each other. About just a foot between them and the wall, they met tits to tits, belly to belly, thigh to thigh, and pulled each other in a kiss again. As they kissed, they grabbed hold of each other's hair and started pulling.

   Simultaneously kissing and pulling each other away from the kiss, it looked painful to experience but was a sight to behold. They continued to kiss, all the while, small gaps between their mouths let out muffled shrieks of pain. When they couldn't continue pulling on each other's hair, they let go and started slapping each other again. Their locked lips suppressed all the noises of their angry grunts when attacking and painful groans when receiving the punishment. The wife pushed the girl against the wall again. She grabbed her by her ass and started humping her pussy to pussy. The girl matched the wife's movements. Their heavy, loud moans indicated that they were very close to an explosion. Just then, the wife pulled away again. I could see the pain on the wife's face as she pulled away; she didn't seem like she wanted to, but was trying to prolong the session. She would bring the girl and herself to the brink of an orgasm and then pull away. The girl, out of breath, panting and heaving, shrieked: FUCKING... TERRORIST... WHORE... FAAAAAKK.... FUCK ME... AAAHHHH... YOU FUCKING... BITCH... Hearing that, the wife walked up to the girl, grabbed her by her hair, yanking it towards herself, shook it a little, she planted a kiss on the girl's mouth. Had she pressed the attack, the girl would have no advantage.

   The girl, while kissing, also grabbed the wife's hair. The wife broke the kiss, looking into the girl's eyes, she said: Fucking... kike... Breathing heavily, she continued: Say that... ahhh... again... talk to me.... like that again... ahhh... Still breathing heavy, the girl yelled: TERRORIST.... cxnt... The wife had this crooked smile on her face. She pulled the girl in another kiss, and the slapping started again. Their bodies, from their shoulders, arms, backs, asses, and thighs, were red because of all the punishment they were dispensing upon each other. Their hands found each other's ass, and they started humping pussy to pussy again. This time, however, the wife didn't pull away. She broke the kiss for a moment, looking into the girl's eye and said: Fucking... kike... slut... aaahhhh faaaakkk... Their mouths right on top of each other while they talk shit to each other, the girl retorted: Fuck.. you... Taliban. I could see the wife's body shake a little under the intensity of her lust. She planted another kiss on the girl, and the girl reciprocated. I could see their tongues go in and out of each other's mouths. The wife pulled back from the kiss, both women humping each other like animals; it was fucking hot. The wife clenched her jaw and said: You wanna... aaahhh ffuuukkk... You wanna.... cum bitch? You wanna cum? You kike... slut... aaahhh...

   The girl, matching the wife's hip and body movement, through heavy breathing and panting, said: Fucking... aaahhhh... fuuuukk... why... fuuuk... terrorist... aaahhh fuckkk... .yes... bitch.... I wanna cumm... already... you fucking... whore.... The wife reached for the girl's hair, pulling it back a little, and she planted another kiss on her mouth. It looked more like an attack than a kiss. The girl immediately pushed her tongue out to meet the challenge. Their lips would meet and meld into each other, their tongues would push and pull each other out of their respective mouth, and they would try and swallow each other's tongue and mouth. It was super fucking hot to watch. The wife broke the kiss, looking into the girl's eyes. She said: Fucking... aahhh... cum then... cum already, you... aaaahhhhh fucking bitch.... This is all that you... oooohhhh faaaakkkk... kikes want.... right? To be locked in a.... aaaaoooo faaaak.... prepatual fuck battle... aaahhh faaak... with the Muslims??? That is why.... faaaaakk... You motherfuckers are constantly... faaak meeee..... constantly picking fights.... with your.... arab neighbours? The girl's hands were on the wife's ass with her nails dug into the cheeks. The girl retorted: Fuck you... aaahhh... ooohhh.... faaaa.... You.... bitches.... ooohhh fuck... aren't very pious either.... aaahhhh haaaa.... You bitches fuck.... Hindus of India.... aaaahhhh.... every chance you get....

   The wife pulled the girl in for another short kiss. She pulled back, their noses on each other as their mouths also rested on each other. She said: It's... aaahhh... faaaak... fun to fuck hindu.... faaaak... bitches. Those whores.... aaahhh faaak meeee... love pussy on pussy action.... aaaahhhhh with muslimahs... especially Pakistanis... The girl closed her eyes, pushing her face against the wife's face. She said: Imm gonna... cum... soon... bitch... With that, she wrapped both her arms around the wife, one around the shoulders and one hand on her ass. The wife did the same; their upper bodies looked like they had molded into one. Their hips, however, were a different story altogether. Their hips were moving at an alarming speed. The girl pulled the wife in a kiss and quickly turned around, pushing the wife against the wall without losing momentum. The basement echoed with the noises of muffled moans, wet smacking lips, grunts, groans, and extremely wet applause because of their dripping wet pussies smacking on each other. I knew they were close as both of them matched momentum, started pulling their hips back deeper, and started smacking into each other with sudden and very aggressive thrusts. Their wet cxnts would meet with both of them, letting out a howl. They would hold it like that for a moment and repeat the movement.

   The kiss had broken, their heads had fallen back, their jaws clenched, their eyes closed, both their faces red, and a display of pure agony and lust. They kept up the pace until the girl finally yelled: IM... GUNNA... CUM... To which the wife immediately retorted: CUM... ON MY PUSSY... BITCH... ON... MY... PUSSY.... With that, they played their last cards, and I could tell that they both had hit an intense orgasm. Their bodies went limp. The girl fell back on the padded floor, the wife's legs gave out, and she collapsed on her ass against the wall. The girl was lying on the floor with her legs stretched out, her arms to her side, her eyes closed, her breathing out of this world. The wife opened her eyes and saw the girl on her back. She immediately, but slowly, moved to the girl, lying down on top of her. The girl responded by wrapping her arms around the wife. They exchanged a few small but wet kisses. The wife pushed her face against the girl's face for a few minutes, both of them exchanging warm breath on each other's faces. The wife then moved her face to her shoulder. They lay there for good fifteen, maybe twenty minutes. Their breathing had normalized, and the girl's arms were still around the wife's body. The wife finally lifted her head off the girl's shoulder, fixing her hijab to move it out of the way. Her face was on the girl's face, and their noses touched.

   The girl opened her eyes, looking at the wife's face. She smiled. The wife, with a smile, lowered her mouth on the girl, planting a lengthy wet kiss. A few minutes of kissing, and the wife slowly pulled back. The kiss was broken, but their lips were still on each other. The girl pulled the wife in another long, sensual, deep kiss, which lasted quite a few minutes. The wife pulled back again, this time, the girl's saliva dripping off her mouth onto the girl's mouth. The wife smiled and said: Was that everything you had hoped for? The girl with a smile said: Oh, fuck yes! It was, it really was. You truly delivered. The wife let out a soft chuckle and said: I aim to please. What is next? You wanna fuck again? The girl pulled the wife in for a quick kiss. Letting her go, she said: Yes, I do, but I need to recover my strength and energy. I lost a lot of both in this session. Hearing that the wife rolled off the girl, getting up to her feet, she gave the girl her hand, helping her to her feet. They both walked towards me, as right beside me was the tray full of goodies. The wife thought for a moment and said: I need to wash my hands. Is there a bathroom I could use? The girl pointed at the wall and said: Right behind that padded area, please help yourself. The wife made her way to the bathroom, and the girl walked up to me, avoiding eye contact with me.

   As she approached me, I simply looked down to see if that would make her comfortable, but I had a massive hard-on from all I had just witnessed. She slowly bent down to pick up the tray and walked a few feet from me, sitting down on the floor. She turned to the bathroom, waiting for the wife to come out.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[Rocko23]

Wow that was amazingly hot. Loved the trash talk and the roughness of the sexfight! Thank you.

[Katherine-wins]

Damn good story

[suffolkwrestling]

Outstanding story! I am looking forward to the next installment with great anticipation.

I also want to compliment you for a very creative way you wove a current, hot button topic into the story. I am not trying to ignite a battle, not render any opinion as to which side is right overall, your use of Muslim/Jewish conflict added a very interesting element to the story.  At the same time you made it very clear that the two ladies, of different faiths, used that difference to build tension on the mat.  Yet when the fight was over what was said on the mat was left there.

[dementedpaki]

The Hebrew Hottie, First Meet Part 4: The Fuck


   As she approached me, I simply looked down to see if that would make her comfortable, but I had a massive hard-on from all I had just witnessed. She slowly bent down to pick up the tray and walked a few feet from me, sitting down on the floor. She turned to the bathroom, waiting for the wife to come out. The wife came out of the bathroom. Her hands were slightly wet. She sat down across from the girl, and the girl filled up the wife's glass with an energy supplement. She also offered the wife some of the other goodies on the tray. While eating, the wife looked at me with a massive smile and said: Babe, I haven't forgotten about you. Don't worry. The girl, while eating, looked in my direction and found me smiling at my wife. The wife looked at the girl and said: Gimme a sec, I am gonna give him some too. The girl looked a little confused and said: Uhh... are... are you... going to fuck him? The wife let out a laugh and said: No, girl! I am just offering him some food. You have already said that you don't want to sleep with him, so he won't be getting naked here. That is for the home. With that, the wife got up and brought me a plate with some cookies, other goodies, and a glass of water. She then went back and sat down. Sitting down across from the girl, the wife started eating again. There were a lot of sweet, salty, and sour snacks, veggies, and other stuff on the trays.

   This girl really put some effort into all this. She looked at the wife and said: Can I ask you something, if you don't mind? The wife, taking a sip of her drink, looked at the girl and nodded. The girl shifted a little and said: Ummm.... do you... I mean... your husband. Do you let him fuck the girls you fight? The wife nodded and said: Well, of course. The girls know that I am bringing a man, but they just don't know that it is my husband. Out of all of my meetings, there have only been two that did not want to fuck him. And I understand. But if they show interest in any way, I let them. As long as he does not cum inside them. His juice belongs only in my womb. They both shared a laugh at that. The girl then said: So... so... do you... Also, watch him while he is with the other woman whom you were just with. The wife raised her eyebrows, widening her eyes as she nodded while stuffing her face. She then looked at the girl and said: There are women out there who outright hate men. There are women out there who will never share their men. There are women like me out there who are fine if their men are with other women, with certain restrictions. Then there are women out there who let their men do whatever they want. Finishing up, the girl looked at the wife and said: So, you do enjoy it. The wife nodded again and said: Oh, absolutely. I love watching him with other women. It's a turn-on for me.

   The girl, hearing all that, just nodded. There was a brief silence, then the girl said: Ok... The girl paused for a few moments, her head down. The wife looked at her for a few moments and said: Yes? The girl, still thinking, finally spoke and said: So you allow... cheating? The wife laughed and said: No! I won't allow that. He is only allowed to fuck the girls I fuck and only if the girl is up for it. The girl raised her eyebrows and said: Oooh... so... nothing outside these meets? Is that it? The wife nodded and said: Oh yes, I know he has been with other women before we got married, but then again, so have I. I have been fucking women since I was in my late teens. Hearing that, the girl looked amazed. The wife said: Any other questions? The girl shook her head, seeing that the wife said: Ok, in that case, what is next? The girl bit her lower lip and said: I really want to fuck you now. The wife, wiping her hands on the wet naps, moved a little back with a smile on her face. She smacked her pussy and said: Why don't you go put the tray away? This baby will be right here waiting for you. The girl laughed, quickly got to her feet, and picked up the tray. With a massive smile, she brought the tray next to me. She turned around to find that the wife was leaning back on her hands, her legs wide open, and her shaved pussy on display.

   The girl just stood there for a few moments, her hands to her side, rubbing against her thighs. She let out a whimper and rushed towards the wife. As she got close to the wife, she changed positions so I would have a better view of them, instead of just the girl's back towards me. The girl matched that, standing in front of the wife, she stared at the wife's pussy, licking and biting her lips. She lowered herself on the floor, matched the wife's posture, and whispered: I can't fucking wait... The wife smacked her pussy again, massaging her clit with a massive smile on her face. She said: You want it right? The girl, with her mouth wide open and her eyes fixated on the wife's pussy, eagerly nodded. The wife said: Well... come get it. Bring me that Jewish pussy. The girl quickly moved forward with her hips until their pelvises met. As their pussies made contact with each other, the girl closed her eyes. Licking her lips, she let her head fall back a little. The wife, looking at all this, smiled and waited for the girl to come to her senses. The girl finally lowered her head, and she opened her eyes, making eye contact with the wife. She said, or rather whimpered: Fuck me... please... The wife moved forward, pulling the girl into her arms, and planted a kiss that lasted a few minutes. The basement echoed with the noise of their smacking lips.

   The girl slowly pulled away from the wife, looking into her eyes, whispered: Fuck... aahhh... that pussy... With that, the wife started rocking her hips, and the girl followed suit. Their hands came to their sides for balance as they slowly, at first, started thrusting into each other's pussy. Their breathing became heavier and deeper with each passing moment. The wife, looking into the girl's eyes, said: You... uhh... feel that paki.... oooffff... clit? The girl moved closer, pulling the wife in a kiss. A few minutes of kissing later, the girl pulled away, their mouths right next to each other. The girl said: Fuck.... oohh... faaak... fuck that pussy. The wife increased the speed and intensity of her thrusts. The girl matched the wife on every front. They moved closer to each other again, pushing their upper bodies into each other while continuing the repetitive movement of their hips. Their faces were just a centimeter away from each other as they breathed heavily. The girl said: Kiss... aaahhh... me... The wife got closer and said: You... uhh... don't need.... fffffffffff.... permission. The girl, hearing that, grabbed the wife, pulling her in an embrace, locking her in a long, deep kiss. The basement echoed with the noises of their soft, muffled moan, heavy breathing, panting, and wet smacking as their pussies met.

   Still locked in the kiss, their embrace around each other grew tighter and tighter, until their hip movement came to a complete halt. They had been locked in that kiss, exploration of mouths, tongue tango, whatever you'd want to call that for a good five minutes, if not more. The kiss finally broke by them both pulling back from each other, they gasped for air, leaning back on their hands. They started moving their hips again. Small droplets of their sweat shimmered as they rolled down from their foreheads, to their necks, to their breasts, to their stomachs, and onto their pussies. Their legs were also drenched in sweat. They both were now keeping themselves up on their elbows as their hips moved in frenzy. The wife closed her eyes and let her head fall back, but did not lose any speed in her hips. The girl also kept up the pace, both women panting and heaving as their mutual lust refused to let them slow down. The girl was looking at the wife as she continued to match the wife thrust for thrust. The ecstasy took her as well, and she let go of all control. They were both rocking back and forth, smacking their pussies into each other with their eyes closed and their mouths open. When they couldn't continue like that anymore, they moved up a little, grabbing a hold of each other's wrists and started pushing their hips into each other even faster.

   Breathing heavy and panting, the wife said: Are you... aaahhh faaak... close? The girl nodded, her drool dripping off her lips, she said: Faaaak... yes... I am... gunna... cum soooooon. The wife responded: Cummmm....  on my... aaahhhh... pussy. The girl stared at the wife, and the wife continued: You.... aaahhh.. hate that paki... faaakk. pussy right? Cum on... that pussy.... Hearing that the girl started going crazy, they both started groaning, moaning, and yelping like a couple of bitches in heat. The girl soon announced: Faaak... Im... gunna... aaahhhh... cumm.... The wife retorted: Do it... aahhh... fffaaaaak... fucking... do it... on my pussy... They both arched their backs and collapsed on the padded floor beneath them. Their eyes closed, mouths slightly open, tits covered in sweat, all the while rising and falling with each deep, heavy breath, their legs tangled into each other and their pussies still making out as they lay under the weight of the orgasm they just shared. In a couple of minutes, the wife opened her eyes and got herself up through agonizing effort. Sitting between her legs, she ran her eyes across the naked beauty that lay before her. She climbed on top of the girl, feeling the weight. The girl opened her eyes. The wife lowered herself on the girl.

   Positioning her tits right on the girl's, their breathing still out of this world. The wife moved in for a kiss, and the girl welcomed the wife's tongue with an open mouth. They closed their eyes, locked in a slow, sensual kiss. The wife slowly pulled away, her nose on top of the girl's. She bit her lower lip and smiled. Breathing heavy, the girl said: This... was... amazing... The wife gave her a little peck on her mouth and then rested her head on the girl's shoulder. They lay there for a good twenty minutes. Their breathing had become normal, the wife rolled off the girl, and lay down next to her. Another few minutes, they finally got to their feet. The wife looked around and said: Do you know what time it is? The girl moved forward, planting her mouth on the wife; she did not resist. Instead, she grabbed the girl's elbows and engaged her mouth-to-mouth. They took just a small step closer to each other, not enough to have their bodies touch. Just enough so they could feel each other's nipples on their's. This went on for a few minutes, and the girl finally pulled away. She said: That was fucking amazing. Fuck... you just put all the other girls I have been with to shame. Hearing that, the wife let out a loud laugh and said: What time is it, girl? The girl chuckled and pointed at the clock. The wife looked at the time. She turned around, pulling the girl in for another short kiss, and said: Ok, I have to go. This was amazing.

   The girl let the wife go, and they made their way to the closet. The wife looked around for a second and said: Hold on, I need to wash my hands. With that, she quickly moved to the bathroom and, in a couple of minutes, came out. She went back to the closet and got rid of the hijab and stockings she still had on. She got her clothes ready and started putting them on. The girl did the same, but she couldn't keep her eyes off the wife. As they finished dressing up, the wife came up to me. Seeing her approach, I got on my feet. My massive hard-on was clearly visible through my pants, and so were the stains of precum that had leaked through my boxers and made their way to the zipper area. She leaned for a kiss, shoving her tongue in my mouth. Our tongues danced for a few moments. She pulled back, winked at me, cupping my balls, she said: Don't worry, babe, I will take care of you when we get home. She turned around and found the girl standing by the rack, smiling. We made our way to the main living area, the wife with a massive smile said: Did you find me acceptable when it comes to your kinks? Did I fulfill all your desires? Hearing that, the girl turned a little red, nodding, she said: Oh yes. I am satisfied. You did everything right. I am so glad you didn't cancel on me. Thank you for that.

   The wife let out a hearty laugh and said: Don't take it the wrong way, but I am glad you had so many cancellations. The girl, still smiling, shook her head a little confused and said: Uhh... why? The wife responded: You had way too much pent-up aggression that needed to come out. Fuck it felt good. The girl laughed and said: I am so glad it worked out. Saying that, she moved closer to the wife, pulling her in an embrace. She put her chin on the wife's shoulder and continued: Thank you, really. Thank you. For the amazing fight, the sex battle, and the fuck. Saying goodbye, we left the home and made our way back. Pulling up in our garage, the wife turned off the engine, turned to me. I looked at her and raised my eyebrows. She shook her head and said: Fine, you were right. Ok? I just chuckled and said: I am always right, yet to be proven wrong. But... what are we talking about? She let out a laugh and said: I really enjoyed it, and I can't believe I almost cancelled just because the girl was Jewish. I grabbed her hand, pulling it to my face, I planted a peck on it, and said: Well, you didn't. And you came out with an amazing experience. Did you enjoy it? The wife raised her eyebrows, widening her eyes, and said: Oh, fuck, yes! It was amazing. The girl knew how to fight; she did trash talk really well. She was amazing.

   I laughed and said: Do you want to fuck her again? She chuckled and said: Well.. I wouldn't mind, but you already know that we rarely contact each other after the meets. I nodded, we got out of the car, and went inside the home where the rest of the family was getting ready for dinner.

This was The Hebrew Hottie, First meet. Hope you guys enjoyed, thank you.

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Absolutely amazing, the prefight talk / build up, how they discuss what's to be done is unbelievable.
Also the way you put the reader into the perspective of each of the women is also out of this world.

The fights themselves are also excellent, faithfully following the build up and living up to it.
Bravo, i can't believe this seems to be the first time you are posting a story.