Since these stories belong together, I decided to make them one big chronicle.
Dreams of a Fight
I couldn’t believe my luck. My wife had gone away for the weekend to visit her mom, and I had the great good fortune to have the hottest woman in three states come over.
Anna wasted no time. She was here for a booty call. When I opened the living room door, she strolled in, and started peeling off her clothes. She’s a dark-haired mature beauty, fit and fiesty, with killer breasts and she can fuck like no one’s business.
She revealed her elaborate ink as she smiled at me, peeling off her clothes. She pulled her tank top over her head. No bra, as usual. Her breasts were high and proud, crowned with perfect rigid nipples. The tan line accented them.
I gulped, and she pulled down her shorts and skinned off her panties, and her perfect shaved pussy came into view, the clit peeking out between her labia.
“What are you waiting for, fool? Can’t you see I’m fucking ready for your cock?” She emphasized her statement by grabbing my stiffening member through my shorts.
Breathing hard, I pulled down my shorts and kicked them away, and tore my t-shirt off. We stood there a second, admiring each other’s naked bodies, then we were in each other’s arms. We fell to the carpeted floor in the living room, and I could feel how wet she was already.
She groaned and fought off my efforts to roll her onto her back. She pushed me back and held my shoulders down. She said huskily, “Oh, baby I want you inside me! NOW!”
With that she grabbed my cock and positioned the bulging head at the entrance to her vagina, and she suddenly sat down hard on me, impaling herself on my cock. I might have bellowed in pure lust. I felt my cock slide up her cxnt and it was pure electric pleasure, aching sensation, hot and wet.
She looked at me as she started to ride me, moving her hips up and down with skill and enthusiasm. I looked up at her, and she grabbed my hands and pressed them to her breasts.
“Squeeze me, Rino! Maul my tits!” Anna love her breasts being attacked, and I dove in, mashing them with my hands, feeling the hard nipples against the palms, I compressed them and delighted in hearing her moan with pleasure.
As before, Anna kept up a running sexy commentary about fighting. She know it turned me on like nothing else, and she said, between gasps, as she she fucked me like crazy, “Ohhh….ohh. If your wife could see us now...Gawd….do she think she’s attack me? Oohhhhhh…..God….I love your cock!....Ohh...Would she pull me off you? Would...would she strip off her clothes and fight me? Would she go woman to woman with me while you watch? Oh, you fucking perv! You’d love that...you’d love to see me fight your wife!”
The maddening words drove me to the brink...I groaned and kept thrust my hips up, plunging my cock as deeply as I could into her hot cxnt. I could see my penis thrusting up past her shaved labia, and I knew that I was going to go off any second...I was going to cum like a horse, spraying my white hot semen deep into her….I knew….
And suddenly it felt like a knife was shoved into my heart. I heard an unmistakable voice in a low murderous tone: “Soooo…..my husband decides to get a little on the side….pity I had to spoil the encounter because my mother decided to cancel the visit. What’s this? My old friend Anna….how are you, darling?”
I looked up. My wife Carol stood there, in the yellow sundress she had worn when she left this morning. We hadn’t heard her come in. And she came in just as I was about to spurt my my cum into a woman she hated. Anna sat frozen, my cock still in her, but rapidly wilting.
But Anna suddenly turned her face to her. She said slowly, “Yes, Carol. You caught us. So...are you woman enough to do anything about it?”
Carol answered by kicking off her high-heeled sandals. She screamed bloody murder and lunged at Anna. The two women fell to floor to my left, one naked (with her pussy still wet) and one in a low-cut sundress. They snarled at each other and rolled into a perfect leg-locked catball, Carol’s dress rucked up over her waist and the two women rolled around the floor, screaming at each other, hands fastened in each other’s hair. Anna attacked Carol’s dress, and it was soon in shreds. They slapped each other like crazy, and Carol dug her hands into Anna’s naked breasts, paying special attention to the nipples.
I scrambled up from the floor, thinking that escape would be the option. I had no doubt that even if my marriage survived this, it would be a long, long time before Carol would open her legs to me. And despite my almost-completed attempt at a sex-charged weekend with Anna, I wasn’t ready to throw 20 years of marriage away.
With a scream of pain, Anna pulled away from the woman tearing into her breasts. She backed up, scooting on her ass. Carol turned to me, hissed, “Don’t you go anywhere, sweetie. When I’m through with this bitch, you and I are gonna have a conversation.”
She spit at Anna, then said, “Stay and watch. I know you always wanted to see me in a catfight. I am going to indulge you. Truth is, the idea of tangling with this cxnt has me sorta worked up.”
Carol stood up as Anna watched warily. My wife is about five-foot-two, 120 pounds. She pulled off the remains of her sundress, fully exposing her grapefruit sized breasts, crowned with long pink nipples. I saw that they were stiff and extended. Despite my fear, I felt my arousal return. She shook her tangled mane of blonde hair. There was a distinct shine to her shaven pussy.
Anna stood up and faced her. A smile came to her face, and she said, “Oh, let’s dance Carol you fucking bitch! I’m going to tear you to pieces!”
I backed up until i felt the couch behind, and I fell back onto it, watching these two naked mature women ready to do battle -- over me! I felt myself grow, and my cock lengthened and stood at attention. I couldn’t help myself – I reached down and wrapped my hand around it. As close as I been to cumming before, I knew that it wouldn’t take much to set me off.
The two women slowly walked up to each other, and stood six inches apart. Anna was taller by about four inches, so her firm breasts lay atop my wife’s equally beautiful globes. They stared into each other’s eyes, breath coming through flared nostrils, and their eyes – well, the old cliché of staring daggers came to mind. If they could have, they would have shot steel blades from those eyes, and you could tell they absolutely relished the feeling of this staredown.
Anna said, “Oh Gawd – I’m going to rip you apart, then I’m going to finish what I started with your husband while you watch! You’ll see him get off like a man who’s found paradise! And we’ll do it with you watching every second, you blonde bitch!”
Carol looked up into Anna’s eyes and growled in a low sexy voice, “You think? You think? I may be smaller than you, but I will turn you every way but loose! I’ll fucking HURT you, cxnt! And I’ll take my husband back and fuck him in front of of your broken body and then you’ll see what you’ll never have again!”
Anna said, “Bring it, whore!”
Carol’s hands extended into claws and she cried, “Fight me bitch! FIGHT ME NOW!”
Anna grated, “Oh, God, YES!” and suddenly slapped my wife’s face hard. Carol’s face rocked back and she yelped in pain. She staggered for a second, her face reddening under the blow. Then she stood up straight and swung her open hand at Anna’s face. The crack of her hand on the face of the woman I had been fucking such a short time ago was loud.
Anna howled and then threw herself at my wife, wrapping her arms around her in a tight bear hug. Carol did the same, and they crushed their bodies together, breasts flattening. They staggered on their feet for a second, then fell to carpet. The naked warriors locked their legs around each other and rolled in furious combat, slapping and tearing at each other, and they moaned and yelped as they fought.
I watched avidly. I had to admit I was surprised at this. Did my wife have a penchant for fighting? She had known about my interest and had always dismissed it with a sniff. But watching her here now with Anna, she seemed fully into it. She was into the rage, she was into the body-to-body contact, she was into the catfight lust I had read about so many times.
And my cock was harder than it had ever been, rigid. I glanced down and saw the precum oozing from the tip. I knew if I so much as stroked it twice, it would go off like a fire hose, and I didn’t want to let loose so soon. Who knew when I would get another opportunity like this again?
Meanwhile, the naked action on living room floor continued. They had wrapped their hands in each other’s hair, squeezing and pulling, eliciting cries of pain and rage. Their bodies were still tightly locked together, legs entwined and squeezing over and over again, and I detected more than sounds of rage. I knew my wife well enough to know when she was getting aroused.
Their legs scrambled for purchase on the carpet. Anna rolled on top and lifted herself up enough to slap Carol’s face again. Carol yelled and punched her fist hard into Anna’s left breast, mashing it down. Anna gasped in pain and both women clamped their hands onto each other’s breasts. They dug their painted nails in, squeezing and mauling the lovely breastflesh, whimpering and moaning, muttering curses. “Bitch” and “whore” and “slut” predominated.
The vicious clawing took its toll, and the two women rolled apart. Cradling their wounded globes, nipples hard, they looked warily at each other.
My wife said, “You fucking slut – this isn’t over!”
Anna replied, “You’re right about that!” And she charged Carol.
The two naked women, sweat now a shiny coating on their flesh, came together in a flurry of punches and slaps. They pummeled each other’s breasts and belly and exclaimed in pain and excitement. They came together in clinch after clinch, their bodies molding, breasts rubbing and compressing, legs socketed between the other’s thighs, and dripping pussies meeting in fleeting contact.
I was lying on my back on the couch, cock poking straight up while I watched the delicious action. I didn’t know who would win the nude battle, but I did know that when I blasted, it would be like a fountain.
Carol had her back to me when Anna raised her leg and punted her in the chest, right between those marvelous breasts. Carol found herself going backwards and she stumbled on the couch beside me. She shook her head to clear it, then looked at my erection.
Breath coming in gasps, she said “Pity…pity to waste that hard-on.” And she fell to her knees, bent over, and took my cock deep into her mouth, sucking hard.
I might have crowed.
Anna, eyes wide, watched as my petite wife devoured my cock. She yelled, “Oh, FUCK NO!” and ran over to the other side of my extended legs, fell to the floor, and yanked my cock out of Carol’s mouth. “MINE!” she screamed, and threw he mouth down onto my dick. I felt the head enter her throat, squeezing my erection like a hand, and the sensation was overwhelming.
Carol, startled as my penis had left her mouth, reached and yanked it out of Anna’s sucking mouth. And then, the two women moved forward, cursing and glaring, and my cock was suddenly enmeshed between two sets of breasts. I bucked my hips up and down, and there was the most erotic sight that these eyes have ever seen – my rigid cock, head purple and swollen and leaking a river of precum, was being tit-fucked by my wife and her once-friend and now catfight enemy.
It didn’t take long. I yelled, and from the core of my sexual being, I erupted, spewing a geyser of thick cum, a river of white. I swear I spurted a stream two feet over their heads and then while their scratched and reddened breasts still engulfed my cock, sprayed loop after loop of semen onto their joined breasts, and splattered on their necks and faces.
After I finished and collapsed, they were done with me, but not with each other. They stood up and bear hugged again, crushing their cum-spattered breasts together, then fell to their knees again, rubbing their injured globes hard against each, and pounding their fists into each other’s backs and sides.
Dazed, I watched as they continued to fight, their heads bouncing as they were draped on the opposite shoulder, eyes closed. They fell to the ground, and Anna was on top. The two women reached a grasping hand to the other’s throat, and Carol was grapevined, her legs spread. Anna and Carol choked each other as their pussies, labia swollen and dripping, collided in a hard tribadistic fucking.
They moaned and made unintelligible guttering sounds, and tears coursed down their faces. Anna hammered her hips down, and the pussies fought, clits rubbing and swordfighting. They rolled onto their sides, and then the two battling warriors cried out and orgasmed simultaneously. I saw the female liquor spew from their cxnts as they came, hips bucking as their bodies betrayed them.
The pulsing orgasms subsided and their hands fell away from each other’s throats. Carol, her eyes closed, was unconscious.
Anna, panting in deep whooping breaths, regained herself first. She looked down at my fallen wife with a puzzling smile. What thoughts could be going through her head?
She unsteadily got to her feet, and managed to get her shorts and tank top back on. She looked at me lying on the carpet, still dazed and overcome by my climax, and said, “Well, dude – you’re gonna have an interesting day ahead of you. And if you’re still alive at the end of it, tell your wife that if she wants a rematch, I’m ready for it, anytime and any place. At this stage, all I can say is that I really hated her. And loved her.”
With that, she slowly walked to the door, and left.
I looked down at my semen-dappled thighs, and thought, “What the fuck have I got myself into.”
Proof positive that there is nothing more fatuous than a man with a hard cock. And looking at my naked wife, her eyes were starting to flutter. And my penis, the author of all my lust, stirred to life again.
Anatomy of A Catfight
Soon after the nude catfight with Anna, Carol knew that she had a problem.
It had taken a while for her to feel comfortable with her husband Corvus. After catching the two of them in flagrante delicto, she felt betrayed. But she finally thought things might be better after Corvus swore up and down that he’d never see Anna again. He had become the model husband; solicitous of her feelings, eager to help around the house, never coming home late, etc.
Blonde, petite, and full-figured, Carol had played the events of that day over and over again in her mind. At 44 years old, she hadn’t been involved in a physical confrontation since she was in a few high-school 30 second slap-fests.
Carol had never felt so challenged as she had when she tangled with Anna on the living room floor while her husband watched. She had felt herself to be a woman driven by pure emotion. The urge to attack had been impossible to resist.
Irresistible impulse. She had caught that phrase while watching an old movie on TCM. The defendant in the murder trial had pleaded that he was under an irresistible impulse to kill. Even though in the cold light of day, he had known it was wrong, in the heat of the moment he had no way to deny the crying need to do what he did.
Anatomy of a Murder. Yes, that old movie – it had Jimmy Stewart. Carol thought to herself, Anatomy of a Catfight. Yes, exactly. She had no ability to resist the impulse to fight Anna. Afterwards, she felt like she had been some other woman. She had been possessed.
And now she couldn’t stop thinking about it. In that wild tangled fight, Anna had left her insensible and nude on the carpeted floor while her husband watched. And it wasn’t only that she had been physically beaten. She had been sexually dominated as well. Anna had extracted an orgasm from her. In the heat of the battle, she had succumbed to Anna’s undeniable sexuality and spent herself coming under the tattooed woman’s battering hips, their sexes meeting like clapping hands.
She had orgasmed. And it haunted her. To be brought to passionate release against her will had made her feel like her body betrayed her. Not only had the woman who seduced her husband rendered her physically helpless (in front of him, no less!) but she had been so overcome that she had found a rough pleasure where she never dreamed.
Carol had compartmentalized this somehow. She managed to go to work, tend house, shop – all the normal daily activities of life. It was awkward at first talking with her husband, but little by little, they managed to work themselves back into a semblance of marriage. They had the occasional date night, supping at good restaurants, enjoying an evening out with friends, the occasional movie. But she would waken at odd hours of the night, Corvus snoring lighly beside her, and find herself thrown back into that morning of violent physical confrontation against Anna, the tattooed bitch who was trying to take her man. She replayed the fight over and and over again in her head, until exhausted, she fell back asleep.
It came to head one night. Corvus had been giving subtle signals for a few weeks that he wanted to resume a sexual relationship. She was repulsed at first, but it finally came to her taking him back into her bed would be a moral victory against Anna. She started to feel the first tinglings of arousal at the thought.
Too bad she won’t be around to see this, she thought. Corvus brought her a third glass of wine one Saturday evening. They had been out to a club, and Carol was still dressed in a sexy red top with spaghetti straps and a black miniskirt. She took the glass of wine, looked up at his hopeful face, and decided to do it.
“Sweetie, let’s take this back to the bedroom. All right?” To emphasize her intent, she reached down and slipped off her heels, leaving her even more of a compact sexy package.
Corvus smiled and said, “Really?”
Carol smiled and kissed him, opening her familiar lips. “Yes…I want to be fucked. By you.”
Two minutes later, they were back in the bedroom. Carol drained the glass of Pinot Grigio, placed it on the nightstand, and as Corvus ran his strong hands up to her breasts, cupping them, she shivered. He slipped down the narrow straps and pulled the top down to her waist, exposing her naked breasts, crowned with long pink nipples. He bent down and sucked one strongly into his mouth, flicking the hardening nubbin into full erection.
She moved her hand to his crotch, and felt his erection through his slacks. She squeezed it hard and she smiled as he groaned. He found the catch of her miniskirt and opened it and she backed up a bit and peeled it down her thighs to leave it puddled on the floor. She was now naked save for skimpy black panties.
Corvus pulled his shirt over his head, ripping a few buttons. He hastily undid his belt and shoved his pants and boxer briefs down, exposing his rigid cock. Carol went to one knee, looked up at him through lidded eyes and engulfed his cock in her wet mouth, her tongue swirling around the glans. Already she could taste the first oozing of his precum.
Corvus was unable to help himself. He grabbed her head, thrust his cock forward, and hoarsely cried, “Oh, FUCK!”
Carol, knowing that he would not last long, pulled her mouth back. She stood up and stripped off her panties, her plump bare labia wet with desire. She said, “Oh, not yet my man!” She pushed him back onto the bed and leaped at him, straddling his midsection. She felt energized, and felt an aching coil of wanton need winding inside her.
She raised her hips up, grabbed her husband’s penis, and impaled herself on it, and she closed her eyes, moaning in ecstasy. In her mind, she saw Anna watching helplessly as Corvus fucked her. She bounced up and down on his cock, feeling it penetrate her to the root.
Corvus reached up with his hands and grasped Carol’s breasts. She leaned forward, increasing the pressure, enjoying the rough texture of his palms on her nipples. She brought her own hands on top of his, and called out, “Squeeze them! SQUEEZE THEM HARD! HURT ME!”
The image of Anna mauling her breasts came into her head and she remembered the fight, Anna’s hands tearing into her breasts, and it drove her wild.
“MORE!”, she yelled, and she looked down at the man she was riding, and slapped him. “More, damn you!”
Corvus thrust upward, and dug his strong fingers into her large breasts, twisting and scratching with his nails. Carol screamed and felt herself start to come. Simultaneously, Corvus erupted inside her, spraying the first blast of semen into her cxnt.
Carol’s contractions were so strong they forced Corvus’s cock out, and it popped out, spilling spurt after spurt of his seed onto his own belly while her labia rubbed hard along the underside of his penis. She uttered guttural cries of release as she rode that tube, spilling a wet river of girlcum all over their joined crotches.
She swooned. While Corvus’s ejaculate puddled on his belly, she fell to the side, semi-conscious. Corvus felt almost equally out of it. He lay back, trying to catch his breath, wondering with surprise at the most intense fucking he had ever partaken in.
Carol’s last dazed thoughts were of two things. One, she knew she had her husband back for good. And two…. she knew she must face Anna again. Must fight her again. And beat her.
Chapter 2
Carol’s first task was to find a way to contact Anna. Phone number and email would be perfect.
So after her husband had fallen asleep, she got out of bed and padded naked into the living room. Corvus’s phone was on the side table by his recliner. She picked up his phone and entered in the unlock code. (She had found that he used the same code for basically everything, and thus knew his tastes in porn. Unsurprisingly, he had a liking for female combat.
Anna’s name wasn’t in the list of contacts. She scrolled one by one through the list, the finally saw an entry for someone called A.C. She wasn’t sure, but she forwarded the number to her own phone, a burner she had recently purchased for just such an occasion.
She called up messages, and her thumbs hovered over the phone keyboard. What to say? What to say?
She decided to just get it out there.
This is Carol. I want to meet.
She was going to leave the app, but she hesitated. Maybe she’d …
The app indicated it was read. She held her breath.
One-word reply. Bitch!
Feeling daring, Carol texted back: You have no idea. But I have a proposition that might interest you.
The answer came back in twenty seconds: I’m listening.
Carol took a deep breath. Then, she typed in the question: Are you up for a rematch?
She waited. Just when she thought Anna had decided to ignore her permanently, came the answer: Another fight? You and me, eh? I…could be talked into that.
Carol felt an immediate shiver of fear tinged with anticipation. Unbidden, the image popped in her mind of Anna and herself locked in ferocious nude embrace, tearing and ripping at each other. She felt her nipples stiffen.
Carol typed, Can you meet tomorrow to discuss details?
The answer came back, When and where?
Carol felt another thrill of fear. She paused for about ten seconds, then typed: You know O’Malley’s grill?
Yes.
2PM. We’ll grab a booth. They’re semi-private.
Anna replied, I’ll be there.
Carol stared at the words on the screen. This was it. She wasn’t sure she would be able to sleep tonight. Unconsciously, she raised one hand to her breasts and tugged on a nipple.
Anna wasn’t done. By the way, Carol…I’m surprised. I didn’t think you would ever have the guts to go against me again. I must admit, the idea of tangling with has me worked up. Tell me….you want to fight nude?
Carol replied, We can start wearing panties only. Whatever happens after that, happens. She stopped for a second, then typed: I’m worked up too. You sick cxnt…you did this to me.
Anna sent an emoji of laughter. And I’ll do it you again, slut. God. I can’t wait to slap your face and fasten my fists in your bottle-blonde hair.
Carol was definitely aroused. She sent: And I can’t wait to claw your breasts until you bleed over your tattoos, you cheap whore! Carol suddenly plunged her hand down between her legs and rubbed herself.
Anna sent, Oh, fuck! I wish you were here right now…i’d….i’d….ooohhghghjhgdsf…bitch….i fucking cumming……ooohhhhhh
Carol’s fingers stuttered on the keypad as she in too unexpectedly orgasmed, fluid trickling out of her labia. Ohhh….want to fight you…fight you….oh fuck you ….made me cummmm….
Carol took her finger and stuck it in her mouth, tasting herself….the phone held loosely in her hand. She felt the buzz of one more message. She looked at it. See you tomorrow. Fucking bitch….fuck you up so bad….
Carol shut the phone off. She took some tissue from the end table box and wiped up her orgasmic secretions. Drained, she got up, tossed the tissue away, and went back to bed.
Chapter 3
After Corvus left for work this next morning, Carol was in a dither. At noon, she had laid out half a dozen outfits to wear to her meeting with Anna. O’Malley’s was a semi-classy place, and the women who went there did not dress sloppily.
She looked at the various dresses and skirts she had scattered on the bed. She narrowed it down to a two-piece black halter outfit that would display bare shoulders and she would wear a top over it until she sat down. No bra. The top was somewhat sheer, but O’Malley’s was dark. You’d have to be right next to her to notice her large pink nipples. The skirt was pleated, and light blue, and would came down to two inches above her knees. She chose a pair of classic black peep-toe pumps that would show off her latest pedicure nicely.
Okay, clothing was settled. She stripped off her yoga and sweatshirt and went into the shower. She adjusted it to a stinging hot spray and soaped herself up with her favorite body wash, relishing the feeling of her hands moving up and down her naked body. She squeezed her breasts hard, imagining Anna’s hands mauling them. Her nipples came to a stiff point, and she moaned. She imagined herself locked in a rolling ball of female flesh, and she knew that she really wanted to fight that bitch.
She finished showering, and stepped out and grabbed a towel. She dried herself off, her petite form glowing, her nipples hard. She quickly ran a brush through her wet hair. The cut she had would enable it dry into the perfect casual shape. She went into the bedroom, and chose a pair of black bikini panties, and relished the feel of the silk against her labia when she pulled them into place.
Skirt, top, and pumps. She sat down at her vanity and applied her war paint, a light foundation, a touch of blush, a few minutes on the eyes with eyeshadow and mascara, and finally a pale lipstick. She regarded herself in the mirror, gave a small nod of satisfaction, and headed for the living room. She grabbed her leather purse, and noted the time. 1:30 – she would be there in 20 minutes.
Carol wheeled her Lexus into the parking lot of O’Malley’s. The building was set back under a canopy of trees. She pulled in the behind it, parked, and checked her watch. 1:55. She looked around the parking lot, looking for Anna’s Audi. Not there yet. The only other vehicle was a late-model Denali with dark tinted windows.
She brushed her blonde hair back, grabbed her purse, and left the car. O’Malley’s had a rear entrance, a heavy oak door. She pulled it open and walked in the darkened club, cool with air conditioning. The sudden chill made her nipples hard. She walked in, paused while her eyes became adapted to the dim lighting.
“Hello, Carol.”
Carol jumped a bit, then looked towards a booth to her right. There was Anna. So, Carol thought, she must have taken another car – must be that Denali out there.
She hitched in her breath, calmed herself, and walked over to where Anna was sitting. She stopped for a second outside the booth, and looked at her. Anna was wearing a scarlet sleeveless cocktail dress. The fabric was gathered in two wide curves that came down over her breasts and left the middle bare down to her waist, exposing the inside of her breasts quite nicely. As Anna moved her body forward a bit, the material threatened to flare out and reveal even more exquisite breastflesh.
Anna smiled slightly at her. “What is it, Carol, dear? See something you like?”
Flustered for a moment, and suddenly acutely aware of how gorgeous Anna looked, with her tattoos visible over her right shoulder and neck, she said, “Well, I see you’re punctual, Anna.”
Anna chuckled softly and said, “Oh, I wouldn’t miss this date for the world, old friend.”
There was a subtle emphasis on “old friend”, reminding Carol that before everything happened with Anna being caught in flagrante delicto with Corvus, they had been friends for many years. She felt a sudden rush of emotion, and more than a tinge of regret that this had happened. But the betrayal had indeed happened, Anna had impaled herself on Corvus’s brainless cock, and she and Carol had fought like nude wildcats, something had had irrevocably changed everything.
Carol sat down in the circular booth. It was an intimate arena, so she wound up only two feet away from Anna. She laid her handbag by her side. A somber waiter came by, one of the seemingly ageless men that O’Malley’s employed. “What would you ladies care to drink?” he asked.
Anna had a cocktail half-empty beside her. She said, “Jack on the rocks.”
Carol looked up and said, “Macallan rocks. Double.”
“Very good, ma’am.” He moved away.
Anna looked at her. “Double? What? You want some bottled courage?”
Carol didn’t bother to answer. She realized something. Anna had arrived first. She may have thought that would intimidate her, but she now knew that Anna was just a worried about this rematch as she was.
The waiter came back with the drinks, set them down. Both Anna and Carol raised the glasses to their lips and sipped. Carol relished the smoky flavor of the single-malt. She glanced at Anna over the rim of the glass, the ice softly tinkling. Anna met her gaze.
Carol leaned over, moved her head closer to Anna’s ear, and said softly. “I was just thinking….how on earth did you become such a bitch? I mean, I always knew you were a slut. But back when we were…uh, friends….I never expected you to be such an utter cxnt.”
Anna gave a slight intake of breath, then looked at Carol and said, equally softly, “I guess it doesn’t happen unless it’s somehow instigated. You with your perfect life, your perfect house, your perfect husband….I guess I just grew disillusioned with my so-called friend.” She took another sip, then exhaled some some bourbon-soaked fumes in Carol’s face. “Oh, speaking of your perfect husband, how is Corvus anyway? Does he miss me?”
Carol suppressed a sudden urge to throw her drink in Anna’s face. Careful, she thought, don’t throw the Macallan. She took a breath, noticing how it brought her breasts up, and said, “This isn’t about my husband, Anna. This is you and me, getting ready to settle things.”
Anna took her left hand and rested the fingernails lightly on Carol’s thigh. When Carol had sat down, the hem of her skirt had moved up a few inches. Anna pressed down and said in a low voice, “So…you have rules in mind for our little meeting?”
Carol took her right hand and laid it down on Anna’s thigh. She pressed her sharp nails down and said, “Nothing important. No biting or clawing of the face. No permanent injury. I still have to work.”
The two women increased the pressure of their hands. Carol felt her emotions rise with the impulses of pain. Anna said, “As do I. Agreed. No broken bones, no eyes gouged out. But we’ll still hurt each other. You’ll feel it, darling friend. You’ll feel it.”
They removed their hands from each other. The women rubbed their thighs where the sharp nails had left impressions in the flesh.
Anna said, “So…you coming over to my place? What time?”
Carol took a sip of her scotch. “Saturday is the earliest I could do it.”
Anna said, “Saturday is fine. What time?”
Carol dug her phone from her purse, looked at the calendar. “Ten AM?”
Anna said, “Fine. You said panties only?”
Carol replied, “To start with. They probably won’t last long.”
Anna uttered a derisive laugh. “No, they won’t. God! I can’t WAIT to lock up with you, bitch!”
Carol leaned in, then, daringly, reached out and cupped Anna’s left breast, and squeezed it. “Me neither, whore.” She felt Anna’s firm breast beneath the material on her palm, the nipple hard, and dug her fingers in.”
Anna hissed, and she reached out with her own hand and grabbed Carol’s breast through the dark halter top. She matched Carol’s pressure, and they gave sharp intakes of breath as they assaulted each other’s firm breasts through the clothing. They grimaced. Carol’s nipples grew even stiffer as she felt Anna’s hands probing, fingers grabbing.
Anna gasped, “Oh you fucking cxnt! God, you make me want to take you hear and now!”
Carol winced at the unceasing pressure, and said, “Oh, fuck yes! I wasn’t sure when I walked in her, but I am now. Ohh, you fucking bitch, I want to tear you to pieces!” They moved closer to each other, and continued to maul each other’s round globes in the narrow confines of the booth in the dimly lit club. Their heated breath, redolent of expensive liquor, inflamed their senses.
Suddenly they heard a noise of someone approaching, and swiftly broke apart, their breasts tingling from the abuse they had been dishing out.
The waiter appeared, and asked if they wanted another drink. Anna looked at Carol, who shook her head quickly, and then she said, “No, that will be all.”
She smiled an insincere smile, and said, “My treat... darling!”
Carol said, “Why thank you … sweetheart!”
Anna pulled a twenty and a five out of her purse, and laid them on the table. They both got up. Carol saw that Anna’s nipples were rigid. And she knew that hers were too. The feeling of the cloth of her top rubbing on them was exquisite.
Anna said, “So…Saturday?”
Carol nodded. “It’s a date.” They left out the back way, and they were both blinking in the sunlight. Carol felt a little tipsy from the drinks.
Anna grasped her upper arm. “How would feel about an appetizer before the main course?”
Carol, confused, said, “Huh?”
Anna motioned her head toward her SUV, and said, “Want a foretaste? They won’t see us through the dark tint on my windows.”
Carol was suddenly excited by the idea of fighting Anna in the back of the Denali. She husked, “Ohhh…fuck yes, let’s do it….bitch!”
Anna took Carol’s hand and led her to the car, then opened her purse to get the key fob. She clicked it and the doors unlocked. She opened the back door on one side and nodded to Carol. “The back is folded down. Plenty of room to fight…if you’re woman enough. It’ll be warm, though.”
Carol crawled in the open door. She turned herself around. There was enough room on the folded down seat to rest on her knees. She looked at her enemy, and said. “Warm? It’ll be hot. Get in here and fight me!”
Anna cried out, “YES!” and jumped in the car, closing the door awkwardly behind her. Carol, to her credit, waited until Anna had turned around to face her. Both sat down looking at each other with hooded eyes, resting their butt on their folded legs. They each quickly removed their high heels.
Carol felt the first trickle of sweat coursing down between her breasts. Even though the SUV was under the branches of large oak, it was very warm.
They each extended their arms, fingers hooked into claws. A low moan escaped both of them. They were eager to clash. With a sudden animalistic cry, they lashed out and jammed their upper bodies together, hands curled tightly in each other’s hair. They bear-hugged and fell over onto their side, pulling hair and cursing in low guttural tones. They felt their breasts crush together, and Carol almost wept at how much she loved this culmination of their savage desires. They rolled around the interior, and Carol felt their breasts rub hard together. The hems of their skirts rucked up and their legs entwined. Carol let a slow moan escape as their silk-clad crotches met, labia grinding. They tore at each other, hands ripping at their tops.
On top, Anna gave a grunt of triumph as she ripped Carol’s halter from around her neck, baring her breasts. Carol screeched and pulled at Anna’s top and the cloth gave way, falling from her breasts.
The women pulled apart from each other, lying on their sides as drank in each other’s topless form.
Anna said, “Your nipples are hard, you bitch.”
Carol replied, “So are yours, cxnt. I’m gonna crush them.”
“Not if I crush yours first!”
Carol attacked, rolling Anna onto her back, and slammed her boobs down on her rack. She felt her hard pink nipples meet Anna’s darker equally stiff nubs, and she ground her breasts hard into her rival’s globes. She pushed down with her pelvis, and twisted her legs and thighs around, kicking and feeling their bare legs against each other. Their faces were inches apart, their heated breath coming faster and faster.
Anna removed one fist from Carol’s hair and started punching Anna in the side, then raked her nails down one side, raising welts. Carol yelled and raised her upper body up, and slapped Anna hard on her cheek, and spit at her, landing a glob of saliva on Anna’s lipsticked mouth.
Anna yelped and fastened both hands onto Carol’s breasts, digging her nails in. Carol returned the favor and clamped her hands onto Anna’s breasts, relishing the feeling of the tender flesh being damaged by her fingers, even as she endured the sharp pain of her own breasts being savaged. They kept at this, staring into each other’s eyes as they hurt each other, both feeling the pain climb. They simultaneously stopped, tears running down their face, then started in on each other’s hard nipples. They dug their thumb and index fingers in each nipple, biting and pulling, and they cried out but they couldn’t stop. The pain was twisting into perverse pleasure and they mewled in panting gasps.
They both pulled apart, cradling their wounded breasts, now reddened with the damage they had done to each other.
Carol said in pain-wracked tones, “Oh, you bitch! You fucking cow…God, I hate you!’
Anna replied and she gently rubbed her own injured breasts, “I hate you too! Oh, you whore…you cxnt….you fucking slut…ohhh….God I want to keep fighting you!”
Carol sat on her legs and raised her hands, curled them into fists. “Oh fuck yes….fist fight me, tramp!”
Anna got to the same position with a whimper, and got into a fighting pose. The two women, sweat pouring down their topless chests, sat for a second, then swung their fists into each other’s bodies, smacking them into their bellies and sides and breasts. They started taking turns punching, each blow rewarding them with a yelp of pain, and the smack of fist into womanflesh.
As they swung into each other, Carol felt a jolt of arousal with each shot landing at home on Anna’s body, and even when she felt Anna’s pummeling impact on her. They kept at it, and then both women sent solid hard slugs into each other’s bellies, and they both cried out as the breath was knocked out of them. They fell to their sides, whooping with pain, gagging.
Unbidden, they each then thrust their hand’s between the other’s legs, and dug into the panty-clad crotches. They ripped away at the material and were rewarded when it tore off, exposing their bare reddened and wet pussies. Carol wrapped her other arm around Anna’s waist and her dark-haired rival did the same to her. They pulled each other close and clawed at their sexes, digging their fingers in. Their mouths attacked each other in a violent biting kiss, and they pushed their fingers hard into each other’s wet cxnts, feeling their clits throb against their probing fingers.
Weeping, they dug into their inflamed pussies. Anna cried out and fell onto her back, and Carol launched herself on top of her, their breasts mashed together, nipples still hard. Carol slammed her hips down, and Anna’s thighs split apart. Carol crushed her wet pussy hard into Anna’s, and both of them wept as Carol violently tribbed her, her clit a hard wet horn of pure lust.
Tears running down their faces, Anna screamed her orgasm. “AHHHHHHHH…..FUCK FUCK FUCK! AOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”. Carol spasmed and came in turn, spurting her liquor into Anna’s pussy. Their hips thrashed again and again, the women clawed at each other, slapping and punching, as the climax washed over them.
Carol collapsed on top of Anna as the dark-haired woman fell into a daze. Micro-quakes pulsed through their bodies.
Several minutes passed and they slowly swam their way back to consciousness. Carol pushed herself off of Anna and gathered her clothes. She dressed as well as as she could, but she knew she’d be clutching the clothes to her body as scuttled to her car. She found her purse and her shoes.
She looked at Anna, still lying, eyes half open on the carpeted interior. Anna whispered, “So….. Saturday, you …say?”
Carol leaned over and said, “Saturday, yes.” She then kissed Anna and said, “Until then….bitch.”
Carol opened the door to bright sunlight, awkwardly scooted out, and got to her car. She found a bottle luke-warm water, opened it, and took a big drink.
She started the car and let the air conditioning wash over her. She opened her top and let it hit her breasts….ahhhhhh.
As she drove away, she found herself thinking of Saturday.
Chapter 4
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.
