The Great Flood

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The Great Flood

Elena stretched on the bed long and lazily, like a satisfied cat after a successful hunt. A thin golden ray broke through the gap between the dense curtains and fell right on her face, tickling her eyelashes. She grimaced, rolled onto her stomach, burying her nose in the cool pillowcase, but sleep had already completely left her. The Sunday morning promised to be slow, warm, and utterly idle.
She slid off the bed completely naked. She couldn't stand even the thinnest panties--any fabric on her body at night felt rough and unnecessary. She threw on a light silk robe the color of melted milk. The thin fabric barely covered her firm, perfectly rounded buttocks and bounced high with every step, revealing long, smooth legs. Elena pulled the flaps closed, hiding her full, heavy breasts with large pink nipples and her flat stomach with barely visible abs. She ran her fingers through her thick red hair, slightly tousled from sleep, and lazily massaged her scalp, enjoying the pleasant weight of her hair.
In the kitchen she pushed her favorite mug into the coffee machine and selected a cappuccino with a double portion of foam. While the machine hissed, rumbled, and filled the apartment with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, Elena decided to look into the bathroom--just to stand in front of the big mirror and assess how her body looked in the morning light.
She stepped inside, still not turning on the light. Her bare foot slapped into something cold and unpleasantly slippery. Harsh white light flooded the small room. Elena jumped back with a quiet cry, but it was only the gray rug lying in front of the bathtub. Only it was soaked through, swollen, and a large glistening puddle had spread around it.
The cause was found at once. An enormous dark-gray stain had spread across the white ceiling. Plaster was already peeling off at the edges in small pieces. Thick, heavy drops tore away downward with a nasty sound and struck the soaked rug, whose absorbing capacity had long since reached its limit.
"Fuck..." Elena exhaled quietly and angrily.
She grabbed the disgusting wet rug with two fingers and flung it straight into the bathtub. Then she set an empty plastic bucket under the most active drops. Something had to be done urgently.
Upstairs lived Svetka--the local slut, the main object of gossip for all the grandmothers who sat on the bench by the entrance for days on end. Only a couple of years younger than Lena herself, a blonde with lush hips, full breasts, and absolutely zero moral brakes when choosing men. The neighbors got along relatively peacefully: a couple of biting exchanges in the elevator, a few sideways glances, but it never went as far as a real quarrel. Elena had no desire at all to go to that insolent whore on a Sunday morning, but the flood wasn't going to stop itself.
She banged the mop against the riser several times, then simply yelled at the ceiling:
"Svetka, fuck, you're flooding me! Pussy, shut off the faucet!"
There was no answer. Elena dialed the management company. On the round-the-clock line a tired female voice informed her that the emergency plumber would only come in the evening, and until then the residents were advised to shut off the water themselves.
Elena pulled the robe tighter, tightened the belt at her waist, slipped her feet into soft house slippers, and climbed the stairs to the floor above. Her heart was already beginning to pound angrily.
She rang the bell long and insistently, pounded with her fists, kicked the door with her foot--all without the slightest result. Someone was clearly inside. Through the thin door came muffled sounds: either creaks, or moans, or someone being told to go to hell. Elena jammed the doorbell button all the way in and held it without letting go.
From the neighboring apartment Aunt Nyura peeked out sleepily--in a worn flannel robe, with curlers in her gray hair.
"Lenochka, what happened, dear?"
"Aunt Nyura, hello. Svetka won't open, and I've got a real flood in the bathroom. She's drowning me, the bitch."
"She should be home. Yesterday I saw her with some decent young man, in a suit. It was already late, almost midnight. Keep ringing, keep ringing, maybe she'll open."
The neighbor closed the door, but Elena was absolutely sure: the old woman was now glued to the peephole waiting for the rest of the show.
"Where is that fucking slut..." the redhead hissed and again slammed the heel of her slipper against the lower panel of the door with all her strength.
Behind the door at that moment Svetka was happily bouncing on the thick, hot cock of her new acquaintance. They had met the previous evening in a rather expensive bar downtown. She had immediately noted the Italian jacket, the expensive watch, and the fat wallet from which he pulled bills without hesitation. An hour later they were already kissing in a taxi, and twenty minutes after that she had flung open the door of her apartment for him.
For a couple of hours they fucked almost without a break--greedily, noisily, in different positions. Afterward both collapsed in exhaustion.
Waking first, Svetka decided to take a bath while the guy was still asleep. She turned the water on full blast... and completely forgot about it. She returned to the bedroom, climbed under the warm side of the man, and curled into a ball, pressing her round ass against his side. In his sleep he turned and pressed his already hard, hot erection right between her buttocks. Svetka smiled quietly, wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft, and decided that the ass could wait for now.
She rolled him onto his back, gripped the cock at the base, and slowly, deeply took the crimson glistening head into her mouth. The head pushed straight into her throat. The man groaned, still not opening his eyes, grabbed her light tousled hair with his fingers, and began roughly, rhythmically moving her head up and down. Svetka choked, tears came to her eyes, saliva ran down her chin onto his balls, but she stubbornly took him all the way to the root until a thick, hot stream hit her straight in the throat. She greedily swallowed every last drop, licked the head clean, and slowly crawled up his body.
"Now it's your turn, honey..." she purred right into his ear, nipping the lobe.
With one strong motion he flipped her onto her back, spread her long slender legs, and sank his hot tongue deep into her wet, pulsing cxnt. Svetka arched, seized his hair with both hands, and began grinding against his mouth.
When she finally mounted his once-again-hard cock and began rocking slowly, deeply, savoring how the thick shaft stretched her from inside, someone suddenly started banging on the radiator.
"What the fuck..." flashed through her head, but she only sped up the movement of her hips, moaning louder.
Then outside the front door someone started yelling, ringing nonstop, pounding with fists and feet. Svetka snarled angrily without stopping:
"Go to hell, assholes!"
But the knocking only grew stronger. Someone, it seemed, had simply thrown their whole body onto the doorbell button, and the piercing sound became continuous.
"Maybe you should open it?" the man's voice turned irritated; his erection began to noticeably soften.
"Fuck, who the hell showed up this early..." Svetka reluctantly climbed off him. The cock slid out of her with a loud, indecent wet sound, leaving a shiny thread of her juices on her thighs.
Barefoot, completely naked, her full breasts bouncing heavily and her pussy wet, she rushed to the door.
"Which cxnt is leaning on the doorbell, huh?! Go fuck yourself, bitch! Or I'll shove that finger of yours up your ass to the knuckles!"
On the other side of the door Elena was already completely furious.
"You fucking prostitute! Open the goddamn door right now! You're going to pay for my repairs, you cxnt! Is the water pouring out of your stinking pussy or what?!"
Hearing the voice of the redhead neighbor who lived one floor below, Svetka angrily flung the door open and immediately seized Elena's thick red hair with both hands, trying to shove her away from the threshold by force. They were almost the same height--both around five-seven, both slender, long-legged, with lush hips and heavy, juicy breasts.
Elena answered in the exact same coin at once. She dug her fingers into Svetka's light, slightly wavy hair and, falling backward onto her ass, yanked hard toward herself with all her strength. The blonde, completely unprepared for such resistance, lost her balance, flew over the redhead, and slammed naked back and the back of her head onto the cold stone floor of the stairwell. The air was knocked out of her lungs with a wheeze; her fingers reflexively opened.
Elena didn't waste a single second. She jumped to her feet and burst into the foreign apartment. The robe had completely come undone and now fluttered behind her like wings, fully revealing the white body with pink nipples and the red triangle between her legs. Running past the open bedroom door, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of the naked man on the bed with a rock-hard cock gleaming with saliva and juices. He, in turn, managed to see the almost-naked red-haired woman flash past and right after her--the completely naked, furious, wet-between-the-legs Svetka.
Elena burst into the bathroom. Water was already sloshing across the tiles in a thick layer and spilling over the edge of the tub in dirty streams. She twisted both faucets shut with a jerk and spun around just as Svetka came flying in through the narrow doorway.
"I fucking told you, yo--" Lena didn't manage to finish.
Svetka slammed into her with her whole body at a run. Bare, heavy breasts smacked wetly against each other. Pubic mounds collided. Both women flew together with a loud splash straight into the tub full to the brim.
Water shot up in a huge fountain, drenching the walls, the floor, and both participants from head to toe. They grappled right in the murky water, sliding over wet, hot bodies, each trying to flip the other so she herself would be on top.
"I'll kill you, you redheaded bitch!" Svetka snarled, digging her sharp nails into shoulders and sides.
"I'll tear that whore pussy of yours apart, you cxnt!" Elena hissed back, trying to gain the better position.
Grips almost wouldn't hold--the skin was too wet and slippery from water and sweat. So each simply furiously drove her nails wherever she could reach: into shoulders, under breasts, into soft thighs, into buttocks. The water in the tub very quickly turned a cloudy pink from the blood seeping out of dozens of small but deep scratches.
Svetka was the first to manage to twist free and end up on top. She grabbed the remains of Lena's soaked robe with her fingers and tried with all her strength to smash the redhead's head against the hard rim of the tub. When that didn't quite work because of the slipping, her fingers closed around the redhead's throat. But the nails slid, and instead of a proper choke she simply raked deep scratches across the tender skin of the neck.
From below Elena made no attempt to tear the hands from her throat. Instead she dug both hands into Svetka's heavy, wet tits. She squeezed them so hard that the white flesh bulged between her fingers in thick ridges, and she began twisting them roughly, driving her nails deep into the delicate skin around the nipples.
Svetka screamed piercingly, almost like a wounded animal. The grip on the throat instantly loosened. Elena used it, sharply flipped the blonde, and herself ended up on top. By that moment almost no water was left in the tub--everything had been splashed out onto the floor during the struggle.
She began methodically pounding fists into Svetka's face--right, left, right again. The knuckles left red marks. Svetka tried to cover up, catch the wrists, twist her head, but the blows still landed. Then, despite the blood already pouring down her face from the broken nose, she dug into Elena's breasts in return: with one hand she roughly crushed the left tit, with the other she sank her nails straight into the right nipple and yanked.
Elena howled from the sharp pain and with all her strength smashed Svetka in the face, driving the back of her head into the hard acrylic bottom of the tub. The blonde went limp for a few seconds; her eyes rolled back. Elena tore the hands away from her own breasts, rolled over the high rim of the tub, and heavily collapsed onto the wet, cold tiles.
She rose on shaking legs, stripped off the completely soaked, torn, and useless robe, and in some furious, hazy trance headed for the front door. By the open bedroom doorway she paused for an instant. The man on the bed had just managed to jump back under the sheet, but his cock still stood like a steel spike--he had clearly been peeping the whole time, shaking with arousal.
At that exact moment the wet, bloodied, but already recovering Svetka slammed into Elena's bare back from behind.
"You fucking crazy redhead cxnt... We're far from finished!"
They locked together and, embracing, sliding across the wet floor, burst into the bedroom.
"I'll tear that pussy of yours inside out right now, you whore!" Elena snarled.
They both seized each other's heavy wet hair with both hands, winding the long strands around their fists until it hurt. The man was blown off the bed as if by a wind when the two completely naked, furious, wet women began violently dragging each other across the wide mattress. Their bodies shone with water, sweat, and blood. Heavy breasts alternately flattened against each other with a wet sound or freely and heavily bounced with every yank. Two smooth, swollen cxnts almost touched with their wet lips, as if trying to kiss or devour each other, before the next sharp yank separated them again.
They crashed to the floor on the far side of the bed from the lover and stayed there on their sides. One hand remained locked in the opponent's hair while the freed hands began to punch, scratch, pinch, and grab everything that came within reach.
Svetka was the first to seize Lena's cxnt, twisting and pulling. The redhead screamed piercingly and immediately answered the same way: she dug all her nails at once into the swollen labia, the engorged clit, and the especially tender skin between pussy and anus. Two wild, animal howls merged into one continuous sound.
They drew their legs up and started kicking furiously, the toenails also catching skin and leaving swelling scratches.
Lena began to force the opponent under her. The other resisted wildly, but Lena seemed to have stopped feeling pain. She sank her teeth into Svetka's right breast and at the same time started punching her in the face. Svetka clawed the opponent's back to the meat, tried to catch the arm with her teeth even though her own lips and nose were already bloody and smashed.
Lena pulled herself up by Svetka's hair to her face and began slamming the mother's head against the parquet floor.
"Die, you fucking bitch!"
Of course she didn't want to kill her. Right then she was simply beyond caring about consequences.
The body beneath the redhead finally went limp and stopped resisting. She rose over the opponent on elbows and knees, still not fully believing the victory.
And at that exact moment, from behind, her hot, wet, scratched cxnt was suddenly and fully pierced by the hard, thick cock of Svetka's lover--the very man both of them had long forgotten in the heat of the fight.
Pain and sharp, filthy pleasure struck at the same time, merging into one inseparable mass. Lena screamed wildly, almost like an animal, arched in a bow while on all fours, and reflexively dug her nails into his lower back and ass. He grabbed her hanging breasts with both hands, roughly squeezing and mauling them, and began thrusting hard and deep from behind, each time burying himself to the hilt. They moved in sync and filthily--he drove in powerfully, she eagerly pushed back to meet him, trying to take every centimeter as deep as possible.
A few seconds later a hot, thick stream of cum slammed deep into her vagina. Elena came with a drawn-out, broken cry, continuing to rake his back with her nails until blood came.
Fifteen minutes later they simply lay on the floor beside the bed, breathing hard. The soft, wet cock was still deep inside her. Lena shifted her hips slightly--he slid out easily with a quiet sound, leaving behind a warm trickle running down the inner thigh.
"After something like that you simply have to marry me," she smirked hoarsely through her split lip.
"I'm always ready, redhead. Let's just treat the wounds first," he raised himself on an elbow, examining her scratched, bruised body.
"Let's go to my place. I live one floor down. And we still need to check the water, just in case."
She tried to stand, but her legs gave way. He quickly caught her around the waist.
"What's your name at least, hero-lover?"
"Seryoga. And you?"
"Lena. Very nice to meet you like this."
She tried to smile wider--the smile came out crooked and a little frightening because of the split lip and the bruise already swelling under her eye.
"And do you neighbors have Sundays like this often?"
"Only when good-looking, well-equipped guys drop by to visit the whores," Elena shot back, leaning on his shoulder.
At that moment Svetka stirred and moaned quietly on the floor beside the bed. Lena calmly, even lazily walked over and kicked her hard in the soft belly with her bare foot. Then she bent low to the smashed, blood-covered face, grabbed the wet blonde hair, and lifted the head:
"Listen here, you cxnt. You flooded me. You're going to pay for the entire bathroom repair. And the ceiling. And moral damages too. Got it, you fucking bitch?"
"Got it... got it..." Svetka moaned weakly, through force, without even trying to open her swollen eyes.
Elena found some robe on the chair, threw it over her wet, scratched, and bitten body, and, tightly embracing the already hastily dressed Seryoga around the waist, headed for the front door.
Already stepping over the threshold she clearly heard Svetka's weak whisper from the floor, full of powerless rage:
"You'll still answer for the guy, you redheaded whore..."
Elena didn't even turn around. She simply smirked quietly through split lips and slammed the door shut with pleasure.

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