MICHELLE AND I AT IT AGAIN
I was pinned, smothered and close to a brutal orgasm. Michelle’s hands were pinning my wrists to the rug, one of her glorious boobs was in my mouth, depriving me of breath, though not of her sweaty and somehow milky taste and smells and our hairy pussies locked in a strong grinding motion.
All had commenced about two hours before, when she came to my home on the excuse of some divergences in our work. We knew the problems were practically non existent, but we wanted the excuse to be together one way or another. After a short and not very hot discussion, we stood up, face to face and nipples terse under our flimsy summer dresses, with no bra, and kissed hard, our tongues meeting and mouths sucking. When we separated, saliva rivulets slid to our chins and necks and our faces were red of lust and passion.
“So, this is what you wanted, bitch?”, she said with husky voice. “No, it is what WE have been wanting for long time, slut”, I said with similar voice.
Our dresses were off in seconds and we looked at each other’s well known bodies. In our 40s, Michelle and I are 5’7”, she 142 lbs, 145 myself, the beautiful blonde 36d-26-38, me brunette, 40c-30-40, both bushy and well fit bodies. As we kissed again, our hands slid under the see thru panties and our palms cupped our damp bushes. We knew it was pure sex but we also knew it was a game of dominance. We were two women who liked to excel, to be brilliant, to be noticed and, even being friends, the rivalry was inevitable. We needed the feeling of seeing the other orgasming, groaning, submitting to the power of our bodies and lust. Most times we would cum together, in perfect synchronism of expert females but also several times we have enjoyed the high pleasure of winning, of feeling the other melt under our fingers or tongues, or usually in the ferocious fight of the pussies and clits. In our several previous battles, no one could say she was the winner. One day Michelle, the next time myself. That happened also when we embarked in brutal nhb fights, when our fists and legs hurt the other, when even blood was not out of the question. Then we became animals, barbaric fighters, though inevitably also the sexual arousal ended commanding our encounters, which after the hurt usually ended in fantastic sexual assaults that lasted hours and hours.
That day it was not violence, the fight was purely for sex domination. The problem was that we knew each other too well. The panties disappeared soon, our fingers penetrated cxnts and asses, our kisses were savage, furious, lusty, hungry. Our hands played with nipples and clits, our tongues licked all secret places, armpits, tits, groins, cxnts and asses. After one hour we had cum simultaneously three times, no one able to dominate, to get an advantage.
Until then. In the last ten or fifteen minutes, Michelle had overcome me, pressing her big tasty sweaty tit in my mouth, her cxnt grinding powerfully on mine, my clit pressed back in its hood by her erect clit, who seemed like a small penis on its way to penetrate my cxnt. I felt the first spasm and I thought I had lost, when for my surprise, Michelle screamed “Shittttttttt”, and came exactly in the same second my juices exploded in her cxnt and we both let the warm streams of pee feel our pussies and soak our thighs and bellies.
We kissed shaking and trembling, the smells filling the room, eyes glassy of lust and tears of deception. We finally stood up, filled our glasses of fresh drinks and rested for a while.
“You know you are a hard bitch, don’t you?”, asked Michelle. “Only as much as you are, dear”, I answered laughing. “One of these days we will have to have one of our battles”, smiled Michelle. “Maybe next Friday, so we can recover for Monday?”, I said. “That’s a date. Should we call friends?”. “Why not? I like applause when I maim your tits”. “And when I destroy your cxnt, as I did last time”. “Darling, your memory fails, last time you fought Maggy, while I beat Lorna”. “Oh, true, well, we can invite them, so they can try their revenge, we will win them and them you and I will fight each other”. “Great, now, should continue?”.
We got to the rug again, sitting, crossing thighs and fingers and locking the cxnts, slamming and grinding them, the clits swollen, the pussy lips impressively open and kissing. We ground and soon our groans increased as the pleasure growth. We clawed our tits, rubbed our clits with the thumbs, sucked our toes, but all the time grinding our soaked and hot cxnts.
I noticed I was close to cum, but I also noticed Michelle’s breath got difficult, I knew she was going to cum and I smiled. Suddenly, Michelle separated, made a fist and slammed it in my cxnt. I screamed, more of surprise than pain, my body contracted and I squirted powerfully as soon as she pulled the fist of… a torrent of cum and pee which splashed on our bellies and tits. “FUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK, bitch!!!!!”.
I had lost.
No hate between us. One for you, one for me. We showered together, had something to dinner and went to bed together.
We were looking forward for next Friday and weekend.
