Black mom, red head teacher
Sarah was a solid mom, 5’9, 170 pounds, black and curvaceous. Martha, a teacher, was a redhead, 5’8”, 165 pounds, as curvaceous and solid. From very early, both were on a collision course. The first month, Martha has sent a note about Lora, Sarah’s teenager daughter and the mother in Sarah hadn’t like it a bit. An indignant black lioness had appeared at the school, asked for an interview with Martha and expressed in clear terms what she thought about the note and about the teacher. Martha expressed her opinion about uneducated mothers who didn’t control their children. When Sarah said she was going to complain to the Board, Martha said that she would make public the many problems Lora had created. They were fuming, their noses and boobs touching, both thinking seriously to get physical, but finally Martha controlled herself, said the interview had ended and Sarah could do as she pleased, but in her class she was the one to make decisions.
Sarah didn’t pursue the subject for a time, until she received another note about Lora. She was ready to go again to the school, but it was her gym day. It was her fortune or misfortune that she met Martha in the lockers room after their respective exercises. Incensed as she was she confronted the teacher in almost insulting terms. Martha was not one to let it pass and confronted her. They were again nose to nose and nipples to nipples, with the difference that this time both were in gym top tanks, sweaty and smelly. The sweat was running all over their bodies, their nipples were pushing against the fabric and they could smell each other. “You are going to stop harassing me and my daughter, bitch!”, Sarah almost spitted on Martha’s face. The redhead pressed her big boobs on the black’s and said that education was not harassment, and she better stopped with her stupid complaints or else. Sarah pushed back with her also big tits and hissed: “Or else what, bitch?”. The slap was hard and sudden. “You aren’t going to call me bitch again, stinky slut”, Martha said while an astonished Sarah covered her slapped face with her hand. The teacher didn’t expect Sarah’s knee on her belly as a response. The indignant mom grabbed the surprised teacher around her neck with an arm, twisted and they fell to the floor in a bear hug. They were slapping each other when someone else entered the lockers room, screamed and in a few seconds two monitors appeared, separated them and they didn’t leave until both were showered, dressed and out of the gym. Outside, relatively calmed, Sarah said: “I have the feeling this is not going to end here and now”. “Probably not, but next time I will make sure nobody will interrupt us until one of us gives up forever”. “Looking forward to it, give me another excuse and I will look for you”.
They separated to their cars and nothing else happened for a time. But they had smelled blood, so to say, and they were hot on each other. The destiny wanted they to fight, because it was a small car accident which ignited the fuse. One day, at the end of the classes Sarah was waiting for Lora close to the school gates, when another mother scratched her car on a side of Sarah’s. By pure coincidence, Martha was behind the culprit, with no time to brake, and her car pushed against Sarah’s car also. The black woman got out screaming murder and as soon as she saw Martha, she forgot about the other mother and furiously screamed to her: “Don’t you know how to drive, b…?”. She contained herself from pronouncing the word. But Martha was out of the car in a second. “If you wouldn’t stop in the middle of our way illegally, that wouldn’t have happened”. Other mothers and teachers stopped when they saw the argument. But Sarah controlled herself. In a whisper, she said: “This is as good an excuse as any. Your house or mine?”. “Mine, because Lora is in yours. Tell me when and I will prepare a room”. “Tomorrow at 5 p.m.?”. It was a Saturday and both found it convenient. Martha scribbled in a paper her address. It looked like the were exchanging info about the minimal accident. Lora, who had arrived during the brief argument, and the other woman, were watching. Finally, each entered their cars and departed.
On Saturday, at 5 p.m. sharp, Sarah rang the bell in Martha’s house. Martha opened in a robe and slippers. Sarah wore a white blouse, no bra, a blue skirt, white panties and sandals. They were even polite, Martha offered water or any drink. For a minute they discussed the rules or, better, the lack of rules. They agreed not to attack their eyes, nor scratch their faces. Other than that, woman to woman until one was knocked out or would surrender.
Sarah followed Martha to the basement, where a big area was covered with thick mats. When they got naked, they could see admiration and a bit of surprise in the other’s eyes. They had great beautiful and strong bodies, firm boobs, muscular arms and thighs and both were bushy, thick and red Martha, thicker and black Sarah.
They got closer and they could perceive the sexual smells. It was clear they were excited. Martha said: “Are you sure we should go ahead with this? Maybe we can talk like civilized persons”. “I honestly thought also of that possibility. But since we got to this point, I am curious to know who is better”. “Ok. I am curious too, but even if we discussed the rules, I propose not to hurt each other excessively”. Sarah shrugged: “Let’s start”, and surrounded Martha’s body with her powerful arms. Martha did the same and they struggled around in a tight embrace, neck to neck, boobs mashed, legs open in arch for balance. It was clear they were equally strong. Soon they were sweaty and slippery. It was Martha who, surprising Sarah, grabbed her left arm with her two hands and twisted it at her back pushing the black woman to one wall. Sarah grunted in pain, but reached behind and grabbed a turf of the red head pubic hair and pulled hard. It was Martha’s turn to grunt and left go Sarah’s arm. They clinched again with the necks under the arms and it was the mother who punched first the teacher’s belly. She responded equally and for a long time they punched tits and bellies of their opponent, all the time without letting go the necks. They separated to recover their breath, with plenty of signs of their punches on their bodies. Their smells were strong, but not only of sweat, but of juices of arousal.
They looked at each other and attacked again. A new powerful embrace, but this time they tripped each other and fell on the mats. Sarah on top. The black woman grabbed her opponent neck and pressed her face between her big breasts, smothering Martha, that, with an immense effort, rolled Sarah and came on top. She managed to grab Sarah’s wrists and pinned her arms to the mats, while she straddled her waist. Both were grunting of the effort and breathing hard. Their legs were tangled, their thighs crossed and suddenly they started grinding their bushes. Their eyes opened in surprise when they realized they were in a sexual contest, both aroused with their smells and skin contact. Their nipples hard like pebbles were rubbing, their big excited clits also. Martha, without letting go the black lady wrists, leaned over and sucked and bit her enormous nipples, sweaty and salty. Sarah moaned in pleasure while both continued grinding their hairy and soaked pussies. The mom licked and sucked the teacher’s neck, tasting her sweat and making her to moan also. They came at the same moment and stopped the grinding, looking at the eyes with more surprise yet.
The reason for their surprise was that no one had been with another woman. Sarah rolled over the red head, got on top and kissed her fully in the mouth. Their tongues danced in their mouths as their breasts smashed again, Sarah resumed the grinding and Martha responded as hard as the black woman. Their hands went to their big fleshy asses and their nails clawed with passion. Their groans were louder like the noises of their cxnt juices. Sarah slid her hand between them and introduced two fingers in Martha’s soaked pussy. The teacher did the same in hers and both worked their large fat clits with their thumbs, while their mouths continued devouring their tongues. Minutes later, they exploded simultaneously again, their juices squirting thru the fingers and soaking more their bushes. They shook for long time and they groaned while they kissed with unknown passion. Their sexual odors were impressive. It was Sarah the first to recover and say: “I didn’t think you were a lesbian, bitch”. “I was not, were you, slut?”. “No, and I must say that for two women that never fucked with another woman we are doing great”.
They were panting and kissing for a long time. They were getting hot again and laying on their sides they started squeezing their big boobs and caressing their pussies. “I wonder…”, Sarah said. “What?”, Martha smiled. “How you would taste and if I will be able to”. “Funny, I was thinking the same”.
They found their tastes delicious, because they went into a sixty nine and they only stopped after two other orgasms.
The black mother started controlling her daughter, Lora, and the teacher and her became the best friends.
