Real Neighborly
Catwriter
Our next-door neighbors, Brad and Debbie, had been divorced for three months now. In order to distance himself from the entire affair, Brad had transferred to another engineering division two states to the north.
Brad had always had a thing for my wife, Jenny. And I had always thought that his wife, Debbie, was gorgeous. Both Jenny and Deb were short, around 5=3@. They wore their thick blonde hair, similarly, at shoulder length. The twenty something beauties were quite pretty and stacked to the max carrying hefty 36Cs on their slim frames.
When we partied with our friends, the women enjoyed flirting. It became almost competitive as to who could turn on the other's man more. Their smiles hinted at sexual delights. The fun part for Brad and me was watching this sexual rivalry develop as each did her level best to drive us crazy.
The high point (or low point, depending) of this flirtation came at a cozy little restaurant down on Oak Street. After a wonderful steak dinner, we decided to stay and have a few drinks. Well into the second Margarita, Debbie's hand had begun stroking my inner thigh. She chatted and smiled at Brad and Jenny while lightly stroking my cock and rubbing her thumb over the sensitive underside.
Jenny looked at my face and then discreetly at my lap. Debbie winced suddenly as Jenny gave her a kick in the shin. Debbie's hand left my lap and we continued on in a suddenly vapid conversation. Both females delivered several other sharp kicks, but they were cool. The conversation on the way home was nil. But that was it. The expected battle never happened.
We hadn't seen either Debbie or Brad for several weeks when Brad showed up one evening with a bottle of Stoli which we began consuming in the living room. He confessed that Jenny's hand had been busy that night as well. He and Deb had argued constantly since then and had decided divorce was the best way out. He left and that was that. His transfer had taken place two weeks ago and we hadn't heard a word.
My darlin' Jenny worked the night shift at the local hospital and slept during the day. It was midweek and raining. The morning news advised the roads would be icing up by noon. I called in, feigned sickness and was enjoying my free day when I saw someone at the window.
Debbie smiled and pointed toward the door. I let her in, being quiet so as not to wake Jenny. She removed her overcoat revealing a t-shirt and pleated slacks. Joining me on the couch, I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Damn, she was built.
Like what you see? said Deb as she batted her lashes?
You know I do, Deb, always have. I stammered.
Jen still sleeping? she queried.
Like a log. I whispered.
She smiled, eyeing my crotch. I was wearing boxers and my bathrobe was open to either side of me.
Speaking of logs. Debbie grasped my rapidly rising cock in her right hand and kissed me hard. My left hand went to her breast and I began massaging it through her t-shirt.
Here, let me help. Deb whispered and removed her shirt, large breasts warbling wonderfully into view. Moving slowly between my legs, she wrapped her firm 36C's around my now throbbing dick. Rubbing precome up and down my shaft, I was soon tit fucking like crazy.
Brad told me you like this too, honey. Purred Deb as she pushed her breasts in and stroked expertly. Bending her head forward, she positioned her mouth so that as my dick appeared from between her breasts, it slid between her parted lips. I thought my balls would burst. Her breasts pressed into them as she twirled her head, licking and sucking. I closed my eyes and leaned back...so close to coming now.
Whack! My eyes flew open to view the underside of Jenny's full breasts as they swung crazily above me.
Jenny sprang forward, her breasts slamming into the back of my neck as she grasped Debbie in a vicious two-handed hair pull. Debbie went with the pull and soon had her knees on either side of me, returning Jenny's hair pull tit for tat. Her breasts mashed into my face and squished out to the sides.
Your man tastes good, Jen. Smiled Debbie even though her teeth were gritted in pain.
Debbie was trying to pull Jenny onto the couch and Jen was trying to pull her opponent over the back. Nipples were smashing into my face and neck and ears. Had I not been in fear for my life, I might have actually enjoyed the moment. Both she cats were hissing and spitting and groaning. One hand still firmly tugging hair, the battling femmes began slapping and punching with the other.
After several wild moments, Jenny connected with a loud slap to Debbie's face and she fell backward off the couch, angry and sputtering. Jenny put one foot over the back of the couch and launched herself into the rapidly rising Debbie. Their bodies smacked together and they crashed onto the floor.
Their anger just boiled forth as the hellcats began a furious floor fight. Pressed together, chest to chest, they rolled wildly, scratching and pulling hair. Their strong legs came into play as they attempted to leg lock the other, then knee each other's pussy.
This is for the blowjob you gave Brad! screamed Debbie as she kneed my sexy battling wife.
They had rolled to a double side headlock, lying on their backs. Jenny's right breast was bulging against Debbie's left. Holding one another firmly by the neck, they began some serious titty twisting. Tears began to flow as the battling blondes tried their best to rip the other's breast. Welts and scratch marks soon appeared on the marble-like surfaces.
Their sweaty faces were close together and the hatred in their eyes sparked between them. I watched as they grasped nipples and pulled harshly, stretching their beautiful breasts to the limit. Both screamed and pushed away from the other, rubbing their painful orbs.
On hands and knees, heavy breasts swinging, they took a moment to catch their breath. Ever so slowly then, they began to rise.
I not only blew him, I fucked his brains out! Jen said tauntingly. This fight was not only sexy beyond belief, but informative as well.
Debbie slapped her hard.
I'll be fucking your husband when I'm through with you! screamed Debbie
Jenny returned the slap causing Debbie's hair to whirl in an arc of blonde.
All talking stopped but the two stood there, legs apart, trading vicious left and right handed slaps to faces and shoulders and breasts. Their faces were crimson from the slaps and heated anger.
Thirty seconds into this heated exchange, they lunged forward, breasts once again mushrooming up between them. Wrapping arms harshly behind each other's back, the two enraged battlers began staggering about the room. Once again, hands sunk into scalps and both punch-drunk warriors clenched teeth and yanked heads back. They began twirling and twisting like enraged marionettes and finally slammed into the far wall.
Jenny managed to hold Debbie there momentarily and slammed her head against the wall several times. Debbie kneed Jenny and reversed the hold slamming Jenny's head against the wall. Releasing the hair pulls, they began grappling once more. Stumbling to the center of the room, both vixens tried to trip the other.
Jenny managed to trip Debbie and the two slammed once again to the floor. After several furious rolls, Jenny came out on top. This time, Jen held Deb tightly by the wrists as their nipples brushed together, back and forth, swinging and sliding in the sweat. Jenny, clad only in panties, suddenly thrust her hips hard into Debbie's crotch causing both women to grunt loudly. As Jenny raised her hips a second time, Debbie readied herself and thrust up wildly as Jenny's hips moved swiftly downward. I heard the smack this time and both women gasped again. And then, they just began slamming together like they were in the final throes of a fuckfest. Hands holding tightly to hair now, they groaned and moaned with increasing vigor. They continued in this fashion for several moments.
Get over here you bastard! shouted Jenny as she again pinned Debbie by the wrists.
Get whats left of her pants off and mine too! screamed Jen.
It was quite the view. Two red-hot steaming pussies grinding together as Debbie continued trying to extricate herself. They were just grinding now, each trying hard to have a sexually superior smile on her face.
Give it to me now, bastard, and make sure your balls are slamming into this bitch's pussy! screamed Jen. I needed no further encouragement sliding easily into her wet bush, I lay my full weight upon the struggling women.
As my dick pumped wildly, Deb tried hard to dislodge my dick from Jenny, finally succeeding. My dick quickly found Deb's hole and we were grinding like crazy. It was now Jen's chance to scream out in anger. Releasing wrists, the sexually crazed battling females again pulled at hair, tugging madly in their confined space.
Two hot sweaty females grunting and moaning and pulling hair with me in the drivers seat. Their violent movements quickly had me on the edge of orgasm. Jenny began biting Debbie's shoulder in an effort to get my dick back and Debbie was quick to retaliate.
Jenny managed to arch her ass so that I came out of Debbie. I was soon furiously fucking Jenny again as my balls slammed into Debbie's pussy. Screaming like banshees, Jen and I bucked wildly, slamming repeatedly into Debbie who was arching upward to meet us.
How's it feel to be bottom bitch?@scowled Jenny
This ain=t over yet, Jenny. Not by a long shot. Deb said hotly.
We lay there sopping in our juices when the front door opened. We all looked over to see Brad standing there, mouth open wide in amazement.
Why you.. he spat.
That, of course, is yet another story.
