”Trish and Sharon
One of my very first stories.
By Realcatwriter
I don’t know about the rest of you guys, but for me, a break from women is a welcome one. Seems sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can feel the distance growing and after awhile, you just say, “fuck it”.
So there I was, smokin’ a doobie at my one room fishing cabin. It was late in the afternoon and the sun and the doobage together finally had me at peace. I was beginning to reacquaint myself with things I’d let go. “Damn it’s peaceful here”, I thought. And it was
A small mountain range descended upon the lake in an almost religious sort of way. It was early September and just getting that pleasant Autumn smell. I headed into the cabin and began rummaging around for my old fishing pole. This little place had been in the family for three generations and the comfort level was immense and satisfying.
Oh, I’ve had women here before, but only because I’d let slip out about the place when we’d be drinking together. Only two women had ever penetrated this tranquil place.
Without doubt, Trish was the one gal who seemed to enjoy it. Kinda outdoorsie gal, very real. We’d been kind of an item for a few years. Had an easy going relationship that while comfortable was going nowhere. We began to argue, then fight. It was just too much. And so, the long weekend in alone-world developed.
Had my fishing rod and was headed down the little dirt trail when I saw her Mercedez.
“There goes tranquility”, I thought. She braked pretty hard but was smiling. I took that as a good sign.
“Hey sugar, thought you could use some company”. She purred like she always does, melting me in an instant of all past remembrances.
Hey Trish, just gonna do some fishing, why don’t you go up to the cabin, be back in about an hour, ok?”
“Sure darlin’”.
I’ve got to tell you guys this. There wasn’t an outfit made on this planet that didn’t have her breasts falling out of it. There was many a day when I was comforted by her extraordinary tenderness. And she knew how much I loved touching and feeling her wonderfully firm breasts. And she in turn had pressed those magnificent beauties over each and every part of my body in ways that I thought could only be taught in the finest geisha schools in all of Japan. She was magnificent in every way, except one.
She could be a total bitch. Something about Texas maybe, I don’t know. But damn, she did look good all the time.
So, I sauntered on down the road, sat on my very favorite log next to my very favorite fishing place and tossed in the line. And I started thinking, “Hey, you know....might not be bad after all. Kinda looks like she’s in a good mood and I could use some loving’”. I hadn’t seen her in two weeks since our last blowout. And she could cook fish real good.
Caught my first trout just about the time I saw a distant dust kicking up the road. I was just thinking, “hope they go on by, whoever the hell it is”.
I know that’s not a BMW, but sure as hell, here it came...I know it’s not a blue BMW but there it was speeding by my little fishing hideaway. It was Sharon. Our divorce had finally gone through and I figured it was finally over. What the hell do I know.
I heard the big German car screech to a dirt road halt as I packed up my gear. Slowly walking back to the cabin I thought about Sharon, the years we’d spent together. She’d started out poor but made her way in business big time. And the more money she made the more miserable she became. It was good in the beginning though, when she was young and her bitch talent hadn’t quite matured. She was free and lovely and loved me.
I’m a pretty shallow guy, truth be told. Just a titty man and Sharon filled those specifications to perfection. She was as talented as Trish in the “how to use titties to make a guy fall over and go woof”.
I was maybe 150 yards away from my little slice of paradise when I heard the shouting.
I could make out their figures as I approached, both dressed in shorts and sleeveless blouses..Trish in my favorite light blue and Sharon, bitch as always, in bright red. Trish was on the porch and Sharon at the bottom of three steps. I could see the finger pointing and the closer I got the breasts heaving in anger.
“Yo sharon, nice to see you dear” I drawled
“You still talking to this bitch?” screamed Trish
Talk about a quiet weekend unravelling in a hurry.
“Trish darlin, calm down baby” I pleaded
“You bastard”, Sharon screamed, “You sign these papers right now you no good sack of shit”.
I turned and headed back toward the water fully intending on drowning myself when I heard Trish say, “Don’t you dare talk to him like that you rich bitch, who the hell you think you are,dammit?”
I turned around just as Sharon started up the steps and Trish started down. They grabbed a hold of each other and just teetered there for a moment in an angry squirming clench. They eventually lurched to the front area and began an nasty punching slapping exchange which had me exchanging one rod for another. They’d known each other, of course, and to say no love was lost would be...you know.
Spitting and cursing they went at it furiously. Sharon had Trish’s blonde mane in a double hair pull and Trish was yanking away at Sharon’s dark hair. They spun this way and that, grunting and swearing, kicking up dust. This is gonna be a barn burner I thought, and for once, I was right.
I’ve seen women like this before. They had a huge competition going because they were both stacked beyond belief. And they both knew the power of the bosom and the particular sway it held over me. And they were equally convinced that the others breasts were in some way, inferior when in fact, they were evenly matched.
Sharon stuck a leg behind Trish and they hit the ground hard. Sharon dug her toes into the dirt and Trish was bucking wildly as the two enraged femmes rolled left and right, fighting furiously. There was a constant cloud of dust around the two hovering as though it too was enjoying the battle.
They finally grappled one another to a side by side position with dirty legs locked tightly together at the crotch. They never had let go of the others hair all this time. But Sharon, with a crazed look in her eye latched onto Trish’s blouse and pulled and tore until it was just shredded. Trish’s big titties bounced out and rolled around until Trish punched Sharon hard. Then she grabbed Sharon’s blouse and ripped it smack down the middle and my other two favorite titties of all time sprung free.
I was maybe five yards away now. One hand in hair they began just ripping and yanking at breasts, mauling and twisting in a way that the breasts had never been intended to go. Their breasts were so large that breast flesh crept between their fingers. Nipples were horribly twisted.
A quick flurry of kicks and they separated, scrambling to their feet. Hands on knees, they gulped great breaths of air. Their hair was beyond help and their dirt streaked breasts rose and fell, seemingly anxious to engage once again in combat.
“Sharon, Trish”, I said, “is this really necessary?”
I’ve heard people say “fuck you’to me before but never in unison.
And then Sharon lunged, at me. I started backpedaling while rearanging my zipper and failed on both counts. She grabbed me by the hair, kneed me square in the ...you know...and slapped me really hard....star gazing kinda hard. And then, wham, I was on my back, balls on fire, rolling in the dirt.
Trish had jumped Sharon and the two wildcats were tangled up once again. Their impossibly huge breasts were slamming and sliding together, little rivulets of dirty sweat here and there. One hand in the others hair, they were slapping and punching at each others breasts. I was only two feet away and smelling the dirt and sweat and a faint hint of perfume.
Legs once again tightly entwined they were hip thrusting one another. So tightly locked together that only the most powerful part of their bodies was able to adequately engage the other. At times it seemed Trish was thrusting Sharon back and then....Sharon would gain the edge.. It was brutal and all the time, their breasts were smacking together as they tore at hair.
They engaged in a few more furious rolls and gradually worked up to their knees in a bearhug. The amount of breast flesh bulging out at the sides and firmly pressed together was a a visual I have not forgotten to this day. Faces only inches apart, dirty faces only broken by the whiteness of their teeth as they squeezed away, totally content that the rest of the world had better things to do that day.
After several moments of severe hugging and squeezing and squirming, they worked their way slowly back to their feet, still clinging to one another. Spinning and turning they went their way only to slam into a pine tree and hold there for just a moment catching their breath.
They each rested their head on the others shoulder and I could hear harsh whispering. Their bodies still moved together, breasts sliding deliciously, but the movements were slower now. Two exhausted women who couldn’t help their own titties from fighting. They were tiring and breathing quite heavily. I made out a few words, “stay away, don’t come back, papers signed”.
Sharon who was pressing into Trish suddenly groaned and I saw Trish’s knee firmly planted between Sharon’s legs. Pushing off with her breasts, Trish just knocked her to the ground.
“Trish, honey, please I pleaded as I approached Sharon and attempted to help her to her feet.
I’m not exactly what I’d done that day to deserve this, but Trish slapped me in the face at the same time Sharon sunk her teeth into my ankle.
I fell to my knees as the lovely Trish kneed me in the forhead and Sharon twisted my arm around back.
Sharon held on tight, pressing her ample cleavage into my back as Trish knelt down in front of me.
“You’d best tell this bitch to hit the road, baby” Trish said, still breathing heavily, fabulous breasts rising and falling rapidly.
My right arm was yanked up toward my shoulder blades as Sharon said, “Just come over to the car honey and sign a few papers and we’ll be done with this bullshit and that whore”.
That did it
Trish leaped at Sharon who released my arm in time to intercept her adversary. And the four largest breasts I, for one, had ever seen encompassed my head so tightly I began to think I wouldn’t survive to fish again in this lifetime.
They managed to secure a double handed hair-pull and wrench each other to the ground with me as the happy victim. They locked legs again, Trish managing to knee me in the balls while Sharon missed with a bolo punch that caught me square in the eye
That did it. I was pissed. “You CRAZY BITCHES”, and I pushed off and away.
“That is quite fucking enough, do you understand me?”
“Trish, Sharon, you two deserve one another, two baddest bitches I ever did have the misfortune to meet. You two get the hell out of here”
It was kind of a magical moment because they both seemed to realize suddenly and for the first time that I’d been there at all.
They slowly made their way back to their feet and just kinda smiled at the absurdity of the situation.
“I’ll sign your damn papers Sharon, all you had to do was ask”.
And with that, Sharon walked wearily to her car and left.
I turned to see an exhausted Trish sitting on the front porch. I helped her up and escorted her into the cabin. After showering her off, I carried her to the bed where she drifted off to a happy sleep.
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