Years ago, I wrote a kind of stream-of-consciousness thing. It was very sensual, but I started wondering how it would be if I made it a bit more violent. So here it is. Hope you like it.
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Bumpity-Bumpity
She is so pretty, I think. So lovely. Look at her...long legs and stand-up breasts. Look at that
tangle of shiny black hair, curls spilling down her shoulder. Dig those green eyes.
Oh, god, she looks at me. Across the room at this loud party she looks at me. I turn my head away. My
heart goes bumpity-bumpity. My pussy is wet. I smell a fight!
I want her so. I want to fight her and hold her and crush my titties into hers. She is hell on wheels. She
is a fuckfight on roller-skates. She is pure sex. Oh, god, if you let me fight and fuck her, I'll be good for the rest of my life. Well, I'll be good for the rest of the week. Just let me fight her once. Let me get her into bed and catball her.
No, I don't need no steenkin' bed. I'll fight her on the sofa. I'll pull my dress up and my top down.
I'll put my hands under her skirt and tear her panties off. And then, I'll...I'll..
Sweet Jesus, she's coming this way. God, look at her walk. She's wearing fuck-me heels on bare legs. Bare legs under a candy-apple red skirt. Oh, yes, she's candy, I could eat her up. I just want to...
Lord, help me...she's standing in front of me. Say something. Say anything.
Karen, I say. My name's Karen.
She laughs. I want to slap that face She says, I'm Nicole.
I glare at her. My heart is going bumpity-bumpity, and still I glare at her. My nipples are waking up,
saying, What's going on here? Are we going to get some? Whip me, hit me, make me write hot checks.
So, Karen, she says, do you want to leave this lame-ass party and tear into each other?
I say, real sophisticated-like, uh, yeah, I guess.
Then she leans over and her right breast, which is naked behind her blue blouse, touches my arm. She
bends her face down to my ear. She whispers, Karen, I want to fight you and fuck you. I want to fight you really hard. And she takes her hand and pushes my breast. Hard.
My eyes close and my heart goes bumpity-bumpity.
Out of the noise and the crush we go, hand in hand, hand squeezing hand, nails digging into flesh, down to the sidewalk, into her Miata. The top is down and the wind is blowing her hair and it is blowing my
hair. Her hand is on my thigh, strong fingers squeezing it. I gasp, and my head goes back against the headrest, mouth open.
I turn towards her and she glances at me, all sardonic smile and green eyes. Her hand leaves my legs as she downshifts when we come to a turn. Then it is back, her fingers up further. I arch my hips upward and say, oh bitch, oh bitch, you bitch.
But then we are pulling into a driveway of a dark house and we get out and I come around to her side of
the car and throw my arms around her. She is clawing me and holding me tight, and our breasts are fighting. Our breasts are fighting as we stand in the driveway, legs entwined and hems going north.
Somehow we separate, and Nicole says, Inside...it's more polite to fight inside.
And we slap each other as we walk into the backdoor, through the old-fashioned kitchen, into a small
bedroom with a very big bed. The light stays on as we fall to the bed as one, cries leaking from the sides
of our mouths as we slam our bodies on each other hard. Her tongue is alive and we bite, wet and twisty tongues, stabbing. Her breasts are pancaked against mine and you could not fit paper
between us as we roll on the bed.
She straddles me and reaches down with her hands to my blouse and I reach up and we are tearing at our clothes because we must get them off. It is a moral imperative to be naked and fighting. It is the most important thing in the universe to be two naked women fighting on the bed.
And then we are naked she is at my breasts with her mouth, biting the nipple and I slap her face and I say UHHHHHHH and OHHHHHHH. I run my hands down to her butt and grab it and pull it me.
I say, Oh, god, I've got to fight and fuck you and I've got to fuckfight you hard and she rolls over and I am on top of the world and I burrow my head in the side of her neck. I must see her. I must see this naked Nicole and I pull back and sit on my thighs and she is there, all nude and hot and cursing, her breasts swollen and nipples straight and stiff. Her pussy is there...it is there, black and curly and dripping. Her pussy. SEE-YOU-EN-TEE. I want her SEE-YOU-EN-TEE. On mine.
She looks at me, and says, well, did you come her to fight me, or did you come here to FIGHT ME?
I spread her thighs and I crawl forward. She wraps her legs around my waist and crushes it and I lean in and then my pussy is on hers, hard, wet, punching, the hairs bristling and the southern lips as violent as the northern lips.
And our pussies go bumpity-bumpity. Oh, it's snatch-to-snatch, mound-to-mound, Venus and Venus colliding, and I'm delirious. Karen is fuckfighting Nicole - Karen is fuckfighting Nicole. Her arms are around me and our tongues are invading. Her breasts crush and slide against mine. Nipples make war, our nipples are hard little pebbles, they stab and sing and rake.
It's a slow, hard bumpity-bumpity. It's a grinding wet fuckfight there in the big bed in the small room. My clit is throbbing, it's swimming and I'm gushing and Nicole is wet and hot and her clit is standing up, the little girl in the boat, and my clit touches her, and it's a beer commercial - This Bud's for you. And our grinding gets grittier and our bumpity-bumpity gets faster.
We moan and groan and pant and say Aieie! And Ouhuuhuh! and fuck! We say fuck a lot and we are
trib-fighting, it's the fight and fuck of the century. I bite her mouth and cheek and neck and her mouth again, her breath is coppery with desire. Our hands entwine and grip each other, finger pressure in time with pussy pressure.
So it approaches and I am blind to anything but the here and now. I am fucking Nicole and Nicole is
fucking Karen, and her hips arch upward and mine press down and my pussy is pumping her pussy, wet lips splayed outward as the flowers merge. I close my eyes and we are fucking. I close my eyes and push down and it is approaching. It is coming.
Bumpity-Bumpity! I cry and Nicole cries and we scream. We scream the orgasm fantastic, the orgasm wet and hot and beating like my heart, rocking us like an explosion. I arch my back and drive my
see-you-en-tee, oh fuck it, I push my cxnt down into hers, and the clits fence and twist, I thrust all of
me into all of her, and I scream and gush.
We come down from the mountain, fall back a hundred thousand feet into the big bed with the crumpled
sheets. I inhale great lungfuls of air. It smells like women fighting naked. It smells like naked women
fucking.
She holds me and we tell each other how wonderful it was and how hot it was and how we fought so truly
well.
She kisses me hard and mauls my breasts and says she wants to fight me again.
My heart goes bumpity-bumpity.
