Carol had several fevered dreams where she and Anna met in frenzied erotic combat between their encounter at O’Malley’s and Saturday morning. She tossed and turned in bed, Corvus was oblivious to her emotional turmoil, and unknowing when she reached down between her legs and stroked herself into a necessary orgasm, soft moans escaping her lips.
She grew a bit irritable, waiting for Saturday. Corvus tried to cheer her up, but to no avail. He chalked it up to just one of the things that married couples go through from time to time, and instead looked forward to his fishing trip. He’d leave Friday afternoon and would be gone until Sunday evening.
Come Saturday morning, she dressed without showering. No sense in getting cleaned up when you were going to get dirty as hell later, she thought. She put on white panties, gray shorts, and an old white T-shirt. No bra, her breasts moved freely under the shirt, the nipples tenting the fabric. She ran a brush through her platinum hair and, perversely, chose a dark red lipstick. She wanted to appear confident. She wore no other makeup.
She packed a small bag with a change of clothes, and a few bottles of water. She collected her sunglasses and left the house.
She pulled her Lexus into the driveway of Anna’s bungalow at 9:55. She parked behind her rival’s SUV. She paused a bit when she got out of the car, and looked at Anna’s vehicle. She felt a momentary shudder of remembered violent sexuality as the images of their past encounter played in her head.
Carrying her bag, she walked upon to the wooden porch and knocked on the door, a sharp rap.
Anna pulled the door open. She was barefoot and dressed in baggy Capri pants and a loose sweatshirt with a torn neck. The swell of one tattooed breast was visible in the tear.
Anna looked at her, a slight “resting bitch” expression on her face. She said, “I was wondering if this was going to actually happen this morning. I wasn’t sure you’d have the hair to do it.”
Carol looked up at her. “I was wondering that too. Well…it appears it will happen.” Pause. “It had to.”
Anna let a flicker of a smile show for a second. “Come in and let’s dance, sweetie.”
Carol walked in through the door that Anna held open. As she moved past the dark-haired woman, Carol let her shoulder push into Anna’s breasts. Anna’s flickering glance showed her that she didn’t expect that move.
Carol walked into the living room and paused. It has been a while since she had seen it last. It had been several months since she visited her erstwhile friend.
The curtains were closed, but the bright morning night provided more than illumination to show that the sofa, chairs and coffee tables had been pushed to the edge of the room. The floor was wood paneled, and on it Anna had placed two king sized mattresses side by side, covered by tangled sheets and blankets, with several large pillows scattered about. There was a slightly musty smell, as if they had long been stored elsewhere.
Carol walked in and looked around. She felt a tingle of rising excitement. She took in the mattresses and bedclothes and thought, ohhh….this! This is where we’ll do it. This is our arena.
Anna closed the door and stood by the wall. She crossed her arms and regarded Carol with a questioning look. She said, “I figured….I figured this would be easiest. Enough room to…”
Carol put her bag down by one of the chairs. “Yes. Enough room to fight.”
Anna came towards Carol. “Uh…do you need to do anything first? Bathroom?”
Carol thought for a moment, decided not to worry. She was feeling a bit uncertain. “Oh…no…I’m good. You?”
Anna said, “I guess I’m okay. Carol…”
Carol realized that Anna was having doubts about this. “Y-yes?”
Anna said, “Are you sure about this?”
Carol replied, “Anna…if we walk away, we’ll always wonder. Isn’t that right? I mean…I’m not sure. But…I just can’t not know. Could you just stop here?”
Anna shook her head slightly. “I suppose not. We have to do this.” She looked at Carol. “Topless, in panties, right?”
Carol said, “Yeah.”
Anna backed up a couple of feet. She pulled off her torn sweatshirt, revealing her firm D cup breasts, liberally decorated with ink. Carol caught her breath looking at them. Her eyes moved up to meet Anna’s.
“You always were so pretty, Anna. I always envied that about you.”
Anna dropped her sweatshirt on the floor. Her nipples stiffened in the cool of the air-conditioning.
“I… I.. uh…thanks.”
Carol grasped her t-shirt and lifted it up over her head and tossed It aside. Anna looked at Carol’s round breasts crowned with think pink nipples. “God,” she breathed.
Anna unbuttoned her pants and slowly slid them down her legs. She sensed that she and Carol were putting on a show for each other. A woman’s show. A woman’s form. The pants puddled around her bare feet she shoved them aside. She was wearing very brief dark blue panties, and they showed the outline of the shaven labia and the cleft between.
Carol kicked off her sandals and undid the button on her shorts and inched them down her thighs. They fell to the floor and she shoved them away with one casual move her foot. Her panties we lacy things, her bare mound pushing the material out and her pussy just visible through the lace.
They moved closer together. They stood six inches apart, standing by the edge of the the joined mattresses on the floor. They stared into each other’s eyes. The events leading up to this fight were playing in Carol’s mind like brief clips from a movie.
She opens the door to her house, wondering why Anna’s car would be here. She opens the door and looks down and sees Corvus, her husband, on his back in the living room, with Anna straddling him, impaled on his cock.
And
Enraged, she launches herself at Anna and they tumble to the carpet and fight and her clothes are torn away.
And
She convulses in orgasm
And
She and Anna in the back of Anna’s SUV, naked and locked in a spitting catball...
As the images played through her mind, she felt the emotion rise, and the lust for the fight poured into her like she was a vessel to be filled with fire. All doubt was cast aside.
With a sudden tearing sound in her throat, she slapped Anna hard, and cried out, “Noooo! Never again, you cxnt!”
Anna’s head was snapped back by the sudden slap, and she went down to one knee. She looked up, her mouth curling in a hard sneer. She made an unintelligible sound of rage, and came up from the floor in a swift leap and hooked her arms around Carol’s waist, and they tumbled and rolled onto the mattress, their breasts meeting and crushing together. She then grinned evilly and growled, “Oh, fuck yes! Fight me bitch! Fight me now!”
Carol tore at Anna’s hair, spitting in her face. Anna yelped and returned the favor, following through with a sharp slap on Carol’s cheek. They spastically jerked on the mattresses, rolling and then locking up, legs entwining. They squeezed their legs together like vises, trying to force a submission through pain. Breasts were crushed against breasts, nipples hard as rocks. Their thighs were joined together and their panty-covered sexes ground against each other. They both felt their crotches moisten at the friction, and moaned.
Anna found herself on top, with Carol’s legs scissored around her waist. As Carol squeezed her legs, Anna grunted in pain and arched her back. She slammed her hands down on Carol’s breasts, fingers digging in like claws, her nails denting the tender flesh. Carol screamed, and freed one hand from Anna’s hair and punched her in her left breast.
Anna grunted and dug even harder to Carol’s globes, feeling the rigid nipples against the palms of her hand. Carol released her scissor hold on Anna’s waist, then tried to buck her hips up and shove the larger woman off her. Anna managed to stay on, mauling Carol’s breasts, gouching them with her nails.
Carol, in desperation, balled her fist and pounded it into Anna’s belly as hard as she could. Anna’s eyes swam, and she coughed and fell to the side, releasing her iron grip on Carol’s tender breasts. Carol lay on her back and cradled her scratched boobs, whimpering a bit. Anna continued to make retching sounds; the punch had obviously caught her in the solar plexus. Carol got to her knees and looked down at Anna, then threw herself clumsily on top of her. Their breasts collided and Carol groaned again as her breasts flattened.
Anna didn’t have much room to swing her fists, but she managed to get in a couple of punches to Carol’s face before the blonde ducked her head down and fastened her mouth onto Anna’s right breast. She fastened her teeth around the nipple and chewed on it.
Anna screamed and shoved Carol off and rolled to the side. She scrambled about three feet from Carol and came to her knees, rubbing her nipple, hurt showing on her face.
She said, “Oh, you fucking dirty biter! You bitch!”
Carol got to her knees as well, and wiped her mouth. “You know it, you cow! Whatever it takes!”
Carol regarded Anna through narrowed eyes. Despite the pain, she felt exhilarated to be in a knock-down catfight with Anna. The same feeling of righteousness filled her as it had before, the same lust to hit and punch and grapple. As she stared at Anna, she felt the familiar beginnings of sexual heat.
Carol reached down and touched the crotch of her panties. They were wet. She pushed her finger along the cleft, and Anna watched, guardedly.
Anna decided to match the gesture. She moved her hand down and stroked the labial split. She then pushed her fingers under the waistband of her panties and rubbed her pussy.
Carol said, “Ohh, yes….I’m getting so hot fighting you, cxnt!”
Anna and Carol knee-walked toward each other, and they simultaneously encircled the other woman’s waist with one arm, and then shoved their hand into each other’s panties. Their breasts compressed and they violently finger-fucked each other, their pussies gushing liquid. They tore the panties away and the smelled the distinct tangy scent of heated aroused female that intoxicated them. They clawed at each other, digging and scratching in the reddened flesh, and pinching the clit, their eyes closed.
They cried out at the same time in their first orgasm, hips jerking and girlcum spurting from their pussies. They slammed their hips together and fell to the mattresses tearing at each other, fighting and slapping and crying out. Fully nude now, they rolled around in a thrashing catball. They rolled off the mattresses and got to their feet and met fighting again standing up, throwing punches and twisting limbs.
They rocked their fists into each other’s bellies, yelping with pain, then smashed the heels of their hands into each other’s dripping pussies. Again and again, they hit each other, completely in the fight zone. At one point they locked in a clinch and raked their nails up and down each other’s backs, digging deep scratches that bled.
Joined, they fell backward into the couch against one wall, and tangledtheir fists in each other’s hair, pulling as hard as they could. Anna pushed Carol down hard back to the floor and spread the blonde woman’s legs apart wide. She shoved her hips down and crashed her pelvis down into Carol’s and proceeded to fuck her cxnt hard into her rival’s. Carol cried out and tried to push her off, but Anna commenced a hard tribadistic fucking, grinding her pussy as hard as she could into Carol’s. She pushed Carol’s shoulders down and arched her back.
It was at that point that Carol’s bladder cut loose. She had known that she needed to pee desperately for a while, but the fight put it out of her mind. But under the onslaught of Anna’s thrusting hips, she couldn’t help herself. With a moan, she erupted in a stream of pee that splashed forcefully on Anna’s pussy.
Anna gasped, and said, “Oh, you fucking dirty whore! Two can play at that game!”
Anna released her control and, plastering her pussy onto Carol’s fountaining sex, she let go her own golden stream, spraying out like a hose, hot and hitting Carol’s clit directly.
The smell of the urine combined with the scent of their fighting sexual arousal was overwhelming. Carol wrapped her legs around Anna’s waist, and as the two women spewed their pee into each other’s pussies, they both climaxed again, crying out, hips thrashing.
The two women fell to the side, exhausted for the moment, the wetness coating their skin, blending with the sweat and the cum and the blood.
Side by side, they looked at each other. Carol thought she should be ashamed by what happed, by violating so many taboos. But truthfully, she didn’t give a damn.
They knew it wasn’t over. Looking at each other, they got into a sitting position a bit unsteadily. They came together, opening their legs, and scooted together, legs encircling each other’s waist until their wet pussies joined and their savaged breasts merged.
They pulled themselves together, embracing hard, pushing their sexes into each other and then started to use their hands and tearing at each other’s flesh, raining punches and slaps and crying out, continually crying, tears leaking down as they fought and fucked. They moaned and fucked and fought and they came again and again, spurting more cum from their joined cxnts.
Carol felt her mouth descend to Anna’s shoulder, and Anna did the same to Carol’s. As they fucked their hips together in search of yet another moment of agonizing ecstasy, they bit each other hard, teeth digging in and tearing. They howled as their last orgasm swept through them, and their mouths then met in a raw biting kiss, tongues fighting, tasting their blood on their lips while red rivulets ran down their naked backs.
With a final weeping shudder, they looked deep into each other’s eyes. They were beyond all reason, all need, all wants. They collapsed into each other’s arms and fell into deep and dreamless slumber.
And that is where we will leave them.
