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.

[Enigma]

Both girls were breathing like animals now, sweat-slick and snarling. Their torn skirts and panties had been shredded away in the rolling, clawing chaos, Kathy's pink lace thong ripped clean off when Shondra yanked it viciously between her legs, and Shondra's black thong followed seconds later when Kathy returned the favor with a savage tug that left red welts across her dark hips. They were completely nude, eighteen-year-old bodies glistening under the apartment lights.

Kathy had the momentary advantage, straddling Shondra's waist again. Her fuller, pale curves pressed down heavily as she grabbed Shondra's firm C-cup tits with both hands and mauled them brutally. She squeezed the dark flesh hard, digging her nails in until Shondra arched and cried out, then twisted the sensitive nipples between her fingers, pulling them outward like she was trying to tear them off.

"These pathetic little tits," Kathy hissed, her red hair plastered to her sweaty face. "No wonder Max wants both of us, you've got nothing here." She slammed her own heavy D-cups down onto Shondra's chest in a mocking breast-smother, grinding her soft pale tits over the black girl's face while still clawing and pinching.

Shondra screamed in rage and pain, but her athletic body was built for this kind of fight. She bucked violently, then brought her powerful legs up and slammed both knees hard into Kathy's unprotected pussy. The impact was brutal, wet, meaty, and loud. Kathy's green eyes flew wide open and she let out a high-pitched wail, her curvy body convulsing as sharp pain exploded between her thighs.

Shondra didn't let up. She drove her knees in again and again--left, right, left--battering Kathy's soft, shaved pussy with vicious precision. Each knee strike made Kathy's pale ass jiggle and her heavy tits bounce wildly. The redhead tried to crawl away, but Shondra was faster. She flipped them, mounted Kathy's stomach, and immediately slid one hand down between the pale girl's spread legs.

Shondra's fingers found Kathy's swollen pussy lips and dug in like claws. She raked her nails across the sensitive flesh, then grabbed a thick fold and twisted hard while shoving two fingers deep inside, gouging and mauling with pure hatred. Kathy shrieked, her back arching off the carpet, thighs quivering uncontrollably as Shondra destroyed her most tender spot.

"Thought you could beat me with those fat tits, bitch?" Shondra growled, her own dark breasts heaving, nipples rock-hard from the adrenaline and the rough contact. She leaned down, biting Kathy's left nipple while her hand continued its ruthless assault, fingers pumping, twisting, scratching the inside of Kathy's pussy while her thumb ground brutally against the redhead's clit.

Kathy's screams turned into broken sobs. Her curvier body writhed helplessly under the athletic black girl, pussy reddening and swelling from the vicious mauling. She tried to slap at Shondra's face, but her strength was gone; her arms flopped weakly as another knee slammed between her legs for good measure.

Shondra rose up on her knees, victorious and panting, her tight athletic body shining with sweat. She looked over at Max, eyes blazing with triumph and raw lust. "She's done. I win."

Max couldn't hold back anymore. His cock was throbbing painfully against his jeans, the sight of Shondra, naked, dominant, dark skin glistening, firm tits rising and falling, pushing him over the edge. He dropped to his knees behind her, yanked his pants down, and grabbed her hips.

Shondra arched her back and pushed her ass up toward him without hesitation, still keeping one hand possessively mauling Kathy's beaten pussy to remind the redhead who'd won. Max thrust into her in one hard stroke, her tight, soaked athletic pussy swallowing every inch of his cock. Shondra moaned loudly, pushing back against him as he started fucking her right there on the living room floor, right on top of Kathy's defeated, trembling body.

"Fuck... yes, Max," Shondra gasped, her voice thick with victory and pleasure. "Harder. Show this loser who your real girl is."

Max gripped her toned waist and pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with Kathy's soft, humiliated whimpers. Shondra's firm C-cups bounced with every thrust while she kept her fingers buried between Kathy's legs, occasionally giving the redhead's swollen clit a cruel twist just to hear her cry out.

Kathy lay there beneath them, pale breasts heaving, pussy throbbing in pain and unwanted heat, forced to watch as Max claimed the winner right on top of her.

[tommyfighter]

Damn! Wild!

[Enigma]

The apartment smelled of sweat, sex, and raw female rivalry. Shondra was on all fours, her athletic dark body glistening, firm C-cup breasts swinging beneath her as Max drove into her from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Her tight pussy clenched around his cock with every thrust, wet sounds filling the room.

Kathy lay on her back beneath them, pale skin flushed and marked with scratches, her curvier body trembling from the brutal pussy mauling she'd just endured. Her full D-cup breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples still red and swollen from Shondra's teeth and nails.

Shondra looked down between her own legs, eyes blazing with dominance. "You lost, ginger slut," she panted, voice husky from the hard fucking she was taking. "Now be useful. Stick your tongue out and lick my pussy while Max fucks it. Clean us both."

Kathy's green eyes widened in humiliated protest, but the fight had been beaten out of her. With a shaky whimper, she lifted her head and extended her tongue. The first lick dragged hot and wet across Shondra's stretched pussy lips and the underside of Max's thrusting shaft. Shondra moaned loudly, grinding back harder onto Max's cock while pushing her hips down toward Kathy's face.

"That's it... deeper, bitch. Taste a real winner's pussy."

Kathy had no choice. Her tongue worked frantically, lapping at Shondra's swollen clit, sliding along the slick folds where Max's cock pistoned in and out, tasting the salty mix of Shondra's juices and Max's precum. Every time Max thrust forward, his balls slapped lightly against Kathy's forehead and nose, smearing her pale face with their combined wetness.

Shondra reached down with one hand, tangled her fingers in Kathy's messy red hair, and yanked her face tighter against her grinding pussy. With the other hand she raked her nails down Kathy's soft, heaving D-cups, leaving fresh red lines across the pale flesh. Kathy cried out into Shondra's pussy, the vibration making Shondra shudder with pleasure.
Max was groaning behind her, hands gripping Shondra's toned hips as he fucked her harder. "Fuck... you're so tight," he gasped.

Shondra's athletic body started to shake. Her moans grew louder, turning into sharp cries. "I'm gonna cum... don't stop, Max. Fill me up while this loser licks us clean!"

Their orgasms hit at the exact same moment. Shondra's pussy clamped down like a vice around Max's cock as she came hard, her dark thighs quivering, a long guttural moan tearing from her throat. Max buried himself to the hilt and exploded deep inside her, thick ropes of hot cum flooding Shondra's spasming pussy.

The overflow was immediate. As Max kept shallow-thrusting through his climax, their mixed cum, creamy white and Shondra's clear juices, began to drip and gush out around his cock, splattering directly onto Kathy's upturned face. Thick drops landed on her cheeks, her lips, her tongue, even her eyelashes. Kathy whimpered and sputtered, but Shondra held her head firmly in place, forcing her to keep licking through the messy creampie.

Shondra's nails dug deeper into Kathy's breasts as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm, clawing possessive red trails across the soft pale flesh while her body shuddered.
Finally, both of them slowed, panting heavily. Shondra lifted her hips just enough for Max's softening cock to slip out. A thick glob of their combined cum immediately drooled out of her well-fucked pussy and landed right on Kathy's open mouth.

Shondra looked down at the defeated redhead, cum-streaked face glistening, and felt a flicker of mercy.

"Alright... you took your beating," she said, voice still breathy but softer now. She slid two fingers down between Kathy's trembling thighs and pushed them into the redhead's swollen, sore pussy. Kathy gasped sharply, hips jerking.
Shondra started fingering her with slow, deliberate strokes, curling her fingers against Kathy's g-spot while her thumb circled the sensitive clit. "Cum for me, loser. Show Max how pathetic you really are."

Kathy tried to hold back, but her body betrayed her. Within a minute her pale thighs were shaking, her full breasts heaving as Shondra's skilled fingers worked her over. A broken, humiliated moan escaped her lips as she came...hard....her pussy clenching and squirting weakly around Shondra's fingers.

Shondra pulled her hand away, wiped the wetness casually on Kathy's stomach, and stood up on shaky legs. Cum still dripped slowly down her inner thighs.

"Get dressed and get out," she told Kathy coldly, but without further cruelty. "This is my man now. Don't come back unless you're ready to accept that."

Kathy lay there for a few seconds longer, face and chest covered in their cum, body marked with scratches and handprints, before she slowly, painfully pushed herself up. She gathered her torn clothes with trembling hands, avoiding both their eyes, and stumbled toward the door.

Max stayed on his knees, still catching his breath, watching the whole scene with a mix of shock, arousal, and guilt.
Shondra turned to him, naked, glistening, victorious, and smirked. "Well... guess we're not doing the throuple thing after all."

[Enigma]