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Part 1
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Billy and I lay frozen on the floorboards of our bedroom in stunned silence. The mortifying prospect of getting caught hadn't occurred to either of our endorphin flooded brains and now we were both at a complete loss on how to proceed.
"Dooooo...you think it's them?", Billy whispered.
I stared at him incredulously, amazed at how thick he could be sometimes:
"No Bill, I bet it's Ed McMahon back from the dead with a friggin' check...", I whispered back in an agitated tone. We sat in silence for a few more moments; both hoping there would be no second doorbell ring, but of course there was. I eased myself up and started out the room, heading down the hall and to the landing at the top of our stairs. As I slowly edged closer as if hiding from some unseen guard, I started to hear knocking as well as a voice.
"Shit, they aren't going anywhere...", I thought.
"Helllllllloooooooooo!," the voice came from beyond the door, joined by giggling.
I could tell it was Bridgette, which didn't surprise me. She was after all our actual neighbor, and Lima from what I could tell before today seemed like a fairly shy girl. I ran back down the hall and into the room to of course find Billy still on the floor, working on finishing what we had started alone.
"Seriously!", I whisper yelled as I headed to my dresser, grabbing my underwear off the floor and slipping them on. The door bell continued along with the muted sounds of knocking and talking, but from this far away I couldn't hear what was being said. Thankfully Billy got the hint I was fully panicking and got up to get dressed himself, disappearing into the bathroom as I reached in my dressed to grab a pair of jeans and headed back out the bedroom door. I haphazardly slipped on the denim pants, my hands clasping one wall then the next to hold myself upright as I buttoned them and headed down the stairs.
"Misssss Cullllleeeennnn!"
Oh fuck, they knew. I knew they knew, it was in Bridgette's voice
"One sec!", I yelled, unsure of what to do next. I was obviously home, they knew that so realistically there was no chance of just hiding from all this until it all went away.
I made it down the last few stairs before I stopped at the door. I had no idea what was on the other side. The whole neighborhood out there staring?
Still, uprooting my house and driving off with it in the middle of the night wasn't exactly an option. The voice on the other side of the door beckoned me again but it almost sounded empathetic this time.
"Miss Cullen would you please come to the door?", it pleaded.
I couldn't avoid it any longer; who knows who they may have called or gotten if I didn't open the door. Bridgette's parents, their friends, the cops; all of whom would have brought such attention we surely would have been forced to move or worse. I approached the door and readied myself for what may happen when I opened it before turning the knob and pulling against the heavy wood.
Slowly the two sweaty girls came into view, standing on my porch and still breathing heavy. I tried my best to put on an innocent face and pleasantly asked how I could help them.
"Well....it just...we heard a scream...", Bridgette started, looking genuinely concerned. Lima on the other hand simply stared daggers at me from behind the blonde, her arms folded in front of her chest.
"Oh...well...I was just dusting things off and I broke on of Billy's mom's vases...just been in the family for years so I'm sure I'll hear about it at some point...got a little cut cleaning it up...", I rambled doing my best to angle my body away from their view, unsure of if my dripping crotch could be seen through the sweatpants I had quickly chosen to wear.
"Maybe you could let us in and we could help you out?", Bridgette offered, the bright smile never leaving her face. I quickly tried to rebuff her:
"No no...really I'm fine...", I started before being interrupted.
"Let...us...in...", Lima said, finally speaking and for the moment the three us stood silently with the two of them staring at me.
"I mean...I think we all know...that was a happy scream.", Bridgette said, leaning in a little to whisper the last words.
I feigned surprise but Bridgette wasn't buying it, rolling her eyes as she shoved me aside and strode by with Lima in tow. The two eyed their surroundings before turning back to face me:
"I take it from your reaction you enjoyed the show?", Bridgette asked whirling around and placing a hand on her hip. I tried to think of something to say, some way to defend myself but nothing would come out my mouth.
"And from your enthusiastic...ummm cheer leading we'll call it, I'm guessssssssiiiiinggg...HEY!...BILLY!...", she continued ending her sentence by yelling up the stairs.
"Huh?!", he answered jutting his head out from beyond the top of the stairwell.
All I could think was what a moron. Staying quiet is a simple task, unfortunately I apparently asked a simple man to do it. Bridgette raised her hand and wiggled her fingers in a cute little wave.
"Hidey ho' neighborino.", she giggled before waving him down. Billy sheepishly walked down the stairs, obviously embarrassed. He mouthed the words I'm sorry to me as his face came into view and shuffled across the floor. At least he had the good sense to put on his shorts and even hide his erection with the band of them, but there was no mistaking the distinct smell of well...me as he came in the room.
There we stood; us, mortified and still trembling from our denied pleasure and the two of them, who from the currently disparate look on their faces had very different feelings about what had just transpired. Bridgette's seductive smile contrasted Lima's indignant scowl in a way that allowed both Billy and I to know exactly what each woman was feeling. At the moment I wasn't sure exactly of which one I should have been more afraid but with Bridgette doing most of the talking and winning the match I decided to keep my eyes on her, hers however were on every part of me but mine.
I'm in no way going to sit here and try to pretend I could measure up to either of these girls, at least not on their level. I'm a woman and there are just certain facts of life and aging that have to be recognized. My tit's weren't as perky and my ass wasn't as high, but at thirty-eight I still maintained a figure that at least registerd on both their radars. I was taller than either of them, just above Lima's eye level and though I didn't have the body of a high school cheerleader anymore, I honestly don''t think it's too far from one. I had avoided the kid bullet; with a few scares, even some deliberate sabotage from Billy so I had stayed trim, and though not exactly a requisite of my work in real estate I kept my body up for apperances. From what I gathered I had about twenty pounds on Bridgette and maybe a little less on Lima, most of it in my hips and hammies. Still, I considered myself "tight" as the kids say and from the look on Bridgette's face she thought the same thing. Feeling more than a little vulnerable I shied away from her gaze, trying to hide myself behind my inky curls.
"Listen...I'm sorry... I really I don't know what came over us...everything just kind of happened...and we had no right...", I started before she cut my words off.
"No...you didn't...", Bridgette interrupted in a chastising tone, holding her finger up to stop me. She leaned back and over, whispering something in Lima's ear and the young latina nodded in response.
"...We get it though...I mean it's boring for us out here...I have no idea what's it like when you're...well..old...", the lithe brunette continued. She slowly began to stroll around me in circle as Lima moved over to our couch, sitting on one of it's arms. My eyes curiously darted over to her before returning to her friend, who was increasingly starting to look like a shark circling a school of fish.
Old?! Who the fuck was this little bitch calling old. I suppose I get it, I was young once. Anything with an ID seemed like it was on the downslope, but I was at least respectful. I pushed a few of the curls of my dark hair away from my face, feeling a little less remorseful and a little more agitated.
"...still really?! I'm not even sure what to call you..a peeping Tam'...", Bridgette scoffed. She slipped so easily into the queen bee routine it was obvious she was one of those mean girls that ran the school. What she didn't know, was so was I when I was her age. I had mellowed since getting older but, I could feel that part of me scratching to get out, better said the little bitch was coaxing that part of me out and seemed to be quite aware of what she was doing. My back began to grow rigid and I felt my fingers tense a little, instinctively wanting to ball into a fist. None of this seemed lost on the Bridgette as her posture began to change as well:
"...or mayyyybbeee it was just nostalgia....maybe you had a good friend like Lima once too Mrs. Cullen, hmm?..."", she cooed, tongue sliding along the inside of her cheek.
"Samantha!...; I half-snapped, startling everyone in the room,"...you can call me... Samantha.", I said, composing myself and lowering my voice.
I knew she was baiting me, but fuck if I cared right then. Between my throbbing pussy, the pheromones in the air and the way Billy was looking at me questioningly the switch had been flicked.
"Well...Samantha..."; I already hated the way she said my name. Bridgette took a few steps forward leaning in, "...did you ever have...a...good friend...like Lima?", she said, smiling smugly.
Here it was; the gauntlet, tossed down for all to see. Had this been two hundred years ago I am sure I would have had a white glove print across my cheek. Billy sensed the growing tension in the air and slinked off towards the couch, plopping down on the side opposite of Lima. I looked over at my husband; who to my surprise looked more concerned than excited, and decided there was no way I could allow this girl to punk me in my own house. I strolled over to the door and closed it, turning back to everyone and focusing and Bridgette.
"I've had a few.", I said walking towards the smaller blonde. I was happy to see the same look of concern now dawning on Lima's face when I looked back over towards the couch; but not Bridgette, that smug smile hadn't left her youthful face. Nearly coming nose to nose with the her I stood unblinkingly, staring into Bridgette's almond eyes.
"Hmmm...maayyyybbbeee...you'd like to be my friend...Samantha.", she said stepping into me. Billy stirred a little and began to stand but I quickly held my hand up to keep him from interfering with what was happening. I wanted to be alot more than Bridgette's friend at that moment. The way her sweaty body felt pressing to mine, the pressure of her tightly compacted breasts against the underside of mine, the scent of her body. All of it combined to trigger a very visceral reaction in me, one I could almost hear in my voice:
"I think we could be friends Bridgette.", I replied.
Her body felt equally intoxicating and infuriating against mine. I did my very best not to show any emotion on my face, even when she reached out and lightly grabbed the bottom of my blouse. Bridgette began lightly rubbing it between her thumb and fingers, pretending to inspect the garment.
"Good friends?", she asked lazily staring downwards.
I was not going to tolerate her attitude for a moment longer. I reached up in flash and grabbed her straight hair, tugging just hard enough to make her gasp and correct her gaze back to my mine.
"Very good friends.", I answered.
"Best friends?", she asked as her hand reached down and brazenly unbuttoned the clasp to my jeans. I hate to admit it, but her little act was getting me even hotter than Billy had moments ago.
"Bridgette...", I began and looked over to a now enthralled Lima for a moment before I returned to our staredown and tugged hard against the knotted string in the center of her shorts,"...I think I'll be the best friend you'll ever have."
We stood together for a moment, two bodies with one desire before we broke apart in silent accord. We seemed to both have the same idea and headed towards our significant other, looking for a permission that was more a formality than requirement. One look at Billy and I could tell he unsurprisingly had no reservations, but I was much more curious as to Lima's reaction. I stopped, placing my hands on my hips as I tried to appear authoritative. The latina eyed me contemptously as Bridgette leaned in to kiss her, twisting her face away and leaving my neighbor with only his cheek to kiss. The two whispered to each other in Spanish as Bridgette chased her friend's lips. I could tell Lima was not too pleased by the way her voice kept raising in volume before shrinking back down, until Bridgette must have said something she liked because the dark girl broke into a giant smile. She kissed Bridgette and said:
"Put her out to pasture babe.", in her thick accent, her eyes turning their attention to me as I nodded back in amused understanding.
"GROUND RULES!", all three women in the room jumped as the only male voice there blurted out and broke the silence of our Mexican standoff,"...We...should probably have...some ground rules...I think.", Billy said trailing off to a mutter, embarrassed as all eyes were now on him. I smiled at his concern and leaned down to meet his eyes:
"Honey...let me deal with this...just enjoy the ride...ok?...", I whispered and gave him a kiss on cheek before turning to look at the girls,"...Besides...I think we can play nice, hm?". Bridgette smiled back and straightened up:
"Of course...promise Mister Cullen...", she said in her cutest schoolgirl voice,"...I won't be too rough with little Sammi." I scoffed over my shoulder in response, but Billy seemed satisfied. I gave him a wink and a smile before turning and walking towards the open area of our living room, my attention turning back to the smug little vixen across from me as I began to unbutton the bottom of my blouse. I watched her reaction to my body as I shed my shirt, peeling it off my shoulders one arm at a time and tossing it to the side of the room. For once, I was actually happy it was laundry day and the purple lace bra I wore beneath was old, a size too small and acting nearly like a push-up. It cupped what it could of my near D' cup breasts as the rest split over the top bands, the two mounds pushed tightly together and split down the middle by a deep valley of shadow. The stance of Bridgette's posture became more rigid, her back straightening out more as she inspected me. I don't know if she expected me to have more belly and less breast, or to see some woman ravaged by time but all of the sudden her grin had shrunk and been replaced by a pair of tense, pursed lips. Her eyebrows motioned to my jeans; where the slightest hint of the black underwear beneath peeked out from behind their split zipper:
"Might be a little hard getting 'round in those.", she said.
She was right but I could tell she was again testing me, prodding me to see just how far I would go in this little game. I pulled the zipper to my jeans down a little more and grasped the sides of the denim at the waistband, bending and pushing them down my legs before awkwardly stepping out them when they reached my ankles. I straightened up and fixed the waistband of my tight black satin thong, averting my eyes from everyone as I felt more than a little self-conscious for the moment. I guess Bridgette felt my unease; or maybe she was just trying to flex her psychological edge, but her hands headed down to her bright shorts.
"Let me get comfortable too.", she said and pushed the shiny material down, tossing them over to Lima with a little fanfare. Her friend caught the tiny piece of clothing and pretended as if she won a prize, applauding as Bridgette twirled in a sheer mesh sky blue thong, frilled on the edges and nearly useless in terms of actually obscuring her body. I'm confident enough to admit I was intimidated, but the switch had been flicked and there was no way I was backing down. Of course I wasn't prepared for what Bridgette did next as she crossed her arms in front of her and peeled her sports bra up, sliding her neck and head out as her perky breasts dropped back into their place, barely slipping down from the position in which the tightly compressed garment had them held.
"Let the girls breathe...", she giggled and tossed her bra aside to Lima, even adding a little shimmy for Billy's benefit. I smiled back but, inside I was furious. Sexual energy that minutes ago my husband was focusing on me was now being directed at this little tramp. Worse yet; her breasts we almost mirrors of my own at her age, with just a little more size and color. Not wanting to be knocked out of our little game I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, shrugging it down my shoulders. Bundling it in my hands I was happy with the appreciative looks the girls gave me, but Billy kept staring at Bridgette's breasts even to the point of what seemed like her annoyance. She gave an exasperated look, before turning her attention back to me:
"You know Mister Cullen...you're a very lucky man.", she said, offering me a much more genuine smile. I know I should have been endeared by her modest gesture, but I only felt anger. I didn't need pity from some little punk. I was a woman in her sexual prime; a woman, not some little teeny bopper. I tossed my bra behind me, looking Bridgette directly in the eyes:
"He is...and I'm about to show you why, honey.", I said.
Bridgette's smile returned to it's previous cheek-stretching slyness.
"Ready and waiting...honey!", she said with enthusiasm.
` I could tell she was; I just wasn't sure if I was really, thankfully my body began to work off auto-pilot. My pride simply would not allow my doubt to take control, not while the love of my life watched every second of what was happening.
I licked my dry lips and took a deep breath as I started to bend down, letting Bridgette know I was ready to begin. She nodded and did the same as we both began advancing towards each other. We approached cautiously and slowly brought our hands up into a defensive guard at nearly the same moment as our partners anxiously moved towards the edge of the couch, separated by a seat between them.
I slapped against Bridgette's forearms and she slapped against mine as we began to circle each other, starting off exactly as Lima and her had in the backyard. Taking my example from the latina I took the aggressive approach and reached out for Bridgette's wrists, tugging her towards me. I'm still not sure if I caught her by surprise or she was just ok with letting me take the lead, but either way she didn't offer much resistance. As she stumbled towards me I quickly realized I had no idea of what my next move should really be; having mostly been in fistfights in my life, but I went with my instinct and tried shoving Bridgette down towards the carpet. This turned out not to be the best idea as I quickly found myself in the air, hoisted onto the shoulder of the charging teen. I yelped out in surprise as I felt her arms wrap around my left leg, my body pitching forward as I grabbed her back. I shoved down even harder against it and leaned to the right, bouncing backwards on my free leg to keep myself from being tackled.
Suddenly I felt a second pair of hands shoving against my buttocks making me jump Before I realized it was Lima stopping us from toppling onto the couch. Her hands actually began to caress me and I'm not ashamed to say I swooned a little, my pussy tightening and getting slicker almost instantly from the rather foreign yet intimate attention. It's not that I haven't been with other women in my life but, it had been awhile since I felt ones hands on me in that way. Deciding to give the young latina more than a handful I dropped forward fully and wrapped my arms around Bridgette's midsection as I thrust my ass back into Lima's palms and kneading fingers. I'm still not sure if it was the fact Lima was groping me or just that Bridgette had gotten off to a slow start but suddenly the ferocity of her shove greatly grew. I found myself nearly tossed right onto Lima's lap but I was able to get my trapped foot against the front of sofa and shoving hard against it spun us both back out towards the middle of the living room.
Billy let out an excited shout of encouragement as I felt Lima's hands get replaced by Bridgette's, squeezing my butt as she powered into me and forced me to backpedal. Now though; without her arms restraining my leg as much, I was able to spread my legs and stop her from really gaining any momentum. I laid my head on Bridgette's back and flexed my legs and arms and was quite pleased to see Lima's tongue slide along her lips.
That's right Bridgette; I thought, I'm not just going to whoop on you. I'm going to make sure your little sweetheart loves every second of it too. I winked at Lima who quickly tried to play her arousal off, her eyes avoiding mine. Her embarrassment was so satisfying and her darting eyes, a challenge. I dug my toes into the carpet and doubled the effort in my arms thinking; turn away from this bitch. I felt a rush of cool rush of air on the fronts of my thighs as Bridgette's belly dented inwards and her stomach compacted. The hug forced her youthful backside to thrust into the air, making the tiny string of light blue fabric she called underwear disappear between her taut cheeks. Hoisting upwards I felt Bridgette's feet leave the ground as I shoved back against her, forcing her to lose the ground she had gained and bringing us back to the middle of the room as she fought to pry my arms from around her body. Though I wasn't really doing any damage so to speak; it was invigorating to make her look like a petulant child in my grasp, and my body immediately responded to the dominant act.
That slight tingle between my thighs was all Bridgette needed, the momentary distraction of pleasure relaxing my grip enough for her to break free. She reeled upwards, batting my arms out of the way as I felt hers wrap around my body.Two sweat soaked breasts met mine from beneath and for the first time I felt the firmness of her age as they easily pushed my own up and inwards, compacting the tissue against my lungs and making it hard to breathe. I was immediately back to retreating as Bridgette started to walk me backwards, her head and cheek bumping and knocking against mine.
"Gawd Samantha...your body is ridiculous...", she cooed. I couldn't help but blush, it's not everyday someone that young and hot pays attention to me and even though my combative spirit was rising I fawned. Again my mind seemed to play right into Bridgette's hands as I felt her hug tighten and she pushed onto her tip toes, forcing me up onto mine as well for a moment. I was able to squirm my left arm from beneath her right one but I was rapidly approaching the wall behind me. Not wanting to be trapped I reached back and slapped my hand down against the plaster, keeping myself from being pinned against the vertical surface. We slapped off it as I shoved us away and our bodies spun back towards the center of the room. Reaching down with my still somewhat trapped right arm, I grabbed the outside band of Bridgette's thong and tugged upwards. The soft cotton mesh bunched and stretched as I pulled, getting some control of the leg around which it was wrapped but I was still held tight and finding it harder to breath by the second. Reaching behind me I grabbed at Bridgette's wrist with my left hand and should have known better when I immediately felt her hug relax. Before I could help it she had pivoted her body into mine and wrapped her right arm around my head, bending us both over in two. Our frame's slapped into each others as our hips, legs and feet smacked while we danced around the living room. My hands quickly went to her arm, but all that gymnastic training made it practically impossible to break her grip.
I found myself staring directly at my husband and Lima on the couch as she cranked down on the hold, making me wince. I shoved against her arm again but it only made her flex her bicep harder against my trapped head, scrunching my face up and making me groan. My knees buckled a little and I dropped my arms, shoving out against Bridgette's right leg. We both stumbled a little but she didn't let up on her headlock one bit, instead stretching and pulling my neck with her:
"Wanna' show me 'round Ms. Cullen?", she giggled. She must have winked at Lima because the young girl smiled and winked back, shifting in her seat from obvious arousal. I pushed out again at Bridgette's hips but all that got me was another crank against her headlock. My feet struggled to keep up with the rest of my body as she began to slowly lead me around the living room. It was around this time I saw the first signs of concern on Billy's just out of the corner of my eye. They were of course mixed with lust and excitement, but something about his worry was both disheartening and inspiring to me all at once. I had to do something, and now. I couldn't let the man I married see me paraded around and pinned by a girl half of my age. I knew if that happened I would never be his first thought in the bedroom again, no matter how hard I tried.
I reached up and grabbed a handful of Bridgette's buttock, squeezing the tightly muscled cheek while my other hand shoved at her closest knee. Spreading my legs wide, I planted my feet into the carpet and stopped both of us where we were standing. She squealed out in a honestly comical manner as her back stiffened and legs shot onto their tips toes. I tried to pull my head free from her grasp but she clasp her wrist and jerked me forward a little with a turn of her hips. Reaching down with both hands I shoved out against the back of Bridgette's knee, turning her leg inwards which provided just enough of a distraction for me finally pull my head free from her arm. I didn't waste any time and opened my arms to wrap Bridgette up in a hug from her side and back. She doubled over and started to ball herself up, thrusting her sculpted butt into my soft belly. I huffed out as I struggled to hold onto her while we bumped around the room, our hands and arms battling for the top position below our bent bodies. Apparently Lima found this amusing and laughed out, yelling for Bridgette to "back it up" on me which for some reason got the whole room laughing.
In this moment of giddiness I was able to get my hands over Bridgette's and secure them, but I suddenly realized I really no idea what to do next. Bridgette didn't seem to have this problem though as she started tilting and jerking forward, trying to toss me over her shoulders. I held tight though as my feet were actually pulled off the floor twice, and when it happened a third time I jumped onto Bridgette's back. We both collapsed down as she dropped onto her knees and my body sank down onto hers, leaving me balled up and half-standing over her frame. A rush of adrenaline shot through me as I felt my confidence surge. Reaching under Bridgette I grabbed for anything, and anything of course wound up being her well-sized tits. I felt the soft tissue bunch up between my fingers as her engorged nipple dragged along my palm.
"MS. CULLEN!!!", she laughed out between exerted breathes, feigning shock. Again there was a little laughter from the room, but I wasn't going to let that take me off my game. I squeezed her breasts tightly in my hands, then started working my hands up towards the back of her but before I could get there she snagged my right wrist with both her hands. I reached with my left hand to free my my other hand, but when I did Bridgette quickly rolled to the right. My body smacked down against the carpet with loud thud, eliciting sympathetic groans from both our spectators. Bridgette's body dropped down onto my me, bending my arm up underneath it. I tried wiggling it free; but Bridgette wasn't too concerned with it anyway, opting instead to wrap my head back up with her arm. Her back mushed my left breast down as I her side drug along my face. Nuzzling up to my side she started to squeeze in against my head's side, making me wince again as she sank into my belly. Seconds later her gaze drifted over to the couch:
"Honestly cutie...you don't have to be shy...think we're all past that...", she panted out through a sly smile. I wasn't exactly sure who she was talking to for a moment, until I saw Billy's hand slid under his shorts out the corner of my eye; appearing a second later wrapped around his stiff cock. Bridgette looked down towards me and mouthed the word "Oooo" in playful admiration of Billy's size, Lima on the other hand was entirely uninterested and turned her attention back to the action after what seemed like an obligatory polite glance.
Bridgette's taunt focused my head and with my determination not to be shown up in front of my husband spurring me on I reached up with my free arm and shoved against Bridgette's back, rolling onto my own in the process. I spread my legs, planted my feet into the carpet and thrust my hips into the air. It didn't get me out from under Bridgette, but it did startle her enough to get my head free. I continued shoving at her the sweaty back pressed against me until I felt the pressure against me ease, but it was only for a moment. Before I could react Bridgette had flipped her body and thrusted herself down onto me, driving a swift rush of air from me as her belly drove into my tits. My legs and hips quickly dropped back down to the floor as I abandoned trying to bridge out from under her body, instead grabbing for her head with my hands. I began crudely shoving against it as my feet started to petal against the carpet and surprisingly I was able to get my knee and shin between us as we wrestled. I shoved out roughly against Bridgette's head and pushed with my leg, and was able to force her body off me enough to roll into her. She met me as soon as I got to a seated position and we hugged again, slamming down to our shoulders and sides. Our legs and feet immediately began to fight for top position as our hips bumped forward and smacked into the one and another, both of us trying to put the other woman on her back. At least this time my arms were free to return the squeeze from hers, not that either of us could put too much strength into the hug from the where we were laying. But, it felt much better being able elicit my own gasps and groans from Bridgette as we slid across the carpet. It also didn't hurt that our breasts had once again come together and fused tightly between our heated torsos, jostling and rolling into each other as they swelled and retreated between our heavy draws of breath.
As our mutual hug grew closer our heads and faces came into contact. I'm not exactly sure who went for whom first, but our eyes met and a moment later so did our lips. Bridgette kissed me in a way I had never been kissed before; it was aggressive and forceful, almost angry. Our noses scrunched between us as our lips sucked and lapped at one and another, coating the bottom's of our faces in a light sheen of saliva fairly quickly. We began trading air as we squished each other's bodies more forcefully, our chests swelling out from between us. Bridgette's firm tits again made it hard to breath as they started to flatten my softer pair and move them around. I felt my back knot under her knuckles but, thankfully being little softer and fuller helped me in another way. I was able to get my leg over Bridgette's just enough to really work my wider hip into hers and soon had her rolling to her back. But, just as I felt the pressure ease on both my own back and chest we were off and rolling as our lips broke apart, the world becoming a blur as we started to tumble around the floor. Our bodies very quickly began to form a sort of rhythm; one which slowed every time someone got the other on their back, only to rapidly speed up as the other one of us would keep the momentum going and almost immediately switch the positions. Our legs batted and slapped together, making stinging pain radiate up through my shins as our hips battled to plant the other's ass into the carpet with each rotation. Each time we spun the woman on top would try to snag the pinned woman's legs with her own or ride her down into the floor, but at this point our speed simply kept us whirling about in a tight ball of flesh.
We both put everything we had into pinning the other, our sweaty bodies now starting to glow. Everything on our bodies seemed to be working against the others counter. Our arms squeezed; our legs, ass and core flexed. Our feet battled; even our toes seemed to be trying to attack each other as they smacked together, nails scraping and cutting. When we weren't in motion our lips found each other again, pressing and pecking against their mirror as we panted in each other faces like dogs in the summer sun. By some kind of silent accord we both appeared to agree that neither would give up on our mutual hug until one of us was able to pin the other, the woman on top pouring in a little extra strength to her squeeze right before we rolled again each time. At some point I got on top long enough to see that Billy was no longer the only one physically enjoying the fight anymore. Beside him Lima now had her hand working down her shorts, her eyes glossy as she leaned against one of the couch's arms. I was atop Bridgette just long enough for the young latina to give me a wink, I eeked a smile out through my heavy breathing before promptly continuing our little dance and spinning until I was on the bottom again. We rolled several more times before finally something; in the form of our credenza got in our way and abruptly stopped us, unfortunately for me it did when I was on the bottom of our exchange. My back caught the bottom of the table's legs making my face twist up in pain as I felt the cherry wood foot pads dig into my skin.
"Fuccckkkkk!", I hissed out though I was actually thankful no one in our audience made a move to stop the fight. Bridgette mouthed the word "ouch" and scrambled to get her lower half on top of me. I immediately pulled back my arms and started to shove at her shoulders but that only helped to upright her as I her arms disentangled from around my back. Bridgette's folded leg slid over my hip and belly as she loosely straddled me and for the first time I could really feel how wet she was from our battle. Somehow the amount pussy juice that was there felt like a personal insult, a reminder that I wasn't the perky cheerleader that she was anymore. I used the feeling as motivation as I dropped my hands to Bridgette's belly, shoving against her and trying to force her off me as I bucked upwards. My feet flopped and kicked off the floor as Bridgette beared down into me, trying to solidify her position. Her hands came for my wrists and she was able to snare my right one but I was quick enough to keep my left one at of her reach. I heard Bridgette's right palm slap down hard on the top of the credenza as she started to slide her hips and ass up my body, dragging her soaked panties across my navel:
"Huhh...huhhh....know what...uhhh...comes next Mrs...Cullen...", she panted down towards me as she scooted forward. I wasn't exactly sure what did; though I had a good guess and I had no plan on letting it happen. If Bridgette thought she was going to come into my living room and shove her pussy in my mouth she had another thing coming, not with Billy sitting right there on the couch. I brought my left hand up from under her as her knees came towards my chest and pushed at her right kneecap and leg halting her progress, and shoved hard while I kicked off the floor. As unbalanced as she was and as fired up as I was, it was easy to shove off me to the floor beside us. I quickly rolled and started to push myself up from the floor thinking Bridgette would be right back on to of me, but was surprised to her crouched and backing away from me. Unsurprisingly that big smile was still plastered on face as I got to my feet, staying low and bringing my hands up as I stepped towards her:
"Huh...huh..huh..huh....Was...that...huh...what you were thinking?", I asked. She bit the tip of her tongue through her grin and did a little shimmy with her shoulders in response, making her tits sway and slap as we once again began to circle. We both stayed low and our hands and arms began to shoot out every few seconds to reach and slap at the other's body, trying to snag something there. I would get a loose grip on her wrist and tug her towards me and she would pull it back, she would get a handle on my ankle and I would slip away and back off a moment later. It went on like this for what felt like a very long time, though I'm sure realistically it was nothing more than half a minute, it felt as if was ten. Time seemed slowed by my brain, the scene keenly assessed through some primal filter left over from the jungles. She zigged, I zagged and vice versa as our circle migrated slowly back towards the couches and our audience, who at this point had become very vocal again. Lust fueled encouragement came through heavy breathing while our bodies smacked and bounced, each of us trying to find that perfect chess move to ensnare her opponent:
"Get behind her Bridge!"
"Go for her legs Sam!"
"O...o...ooo...almost got it!"
"Come from the bottom, try and flip her over onto the floor!"
"Shut up!!!", the two of us almost shouted in unison before we looked at each other in surprise at the incredulity of saying the same thing at the same time. Both Billy and Lima's shouts quickly simmered back down to a mixture of heavy pants and throat clears as we continued revolving, working against one and other'ss bodies.
It was inevitable one of us would make a mistake, I was just damn happy it wasn't me who misstepped. As I had straightened up; retreating from an attempt to get a hold of her wrist Bridgette lunged in, in the process stepping down on the top of my right foot. It hurt mildly but it left her unbalanced and stumbling forwards. As she past by me I struck, leaping onto her back and riding her body to the floor. We landed with a heavy thud as we both groaned a little; her louder than I as she landed below me on her hands and knees, and quickly our legs and arms went to work as we began bouncing along the floor. Bridgette was undeniablely difficult to get hold of; her body though diminutive was capable of explosive outbursts of energy, something she demonstrated as I struggled to stay atop the bucking teenage bronco pressing down on her back.
"Nmmmff...gawwwdd...", Lima panted out from behind us and suddenly realized what her view must have been; our two asses in the air, which gave me a wicked idea. Leaning down as much as I could I got as close to Bridgette's head an ears as possible while whipping across the room:
"Huhh...huhh...you and Lima look...uhh...like good friends...huhh...maybe I should...huhh...make her my friend?...huhh...", I whispered. It was risky; I had no idea what the two actually were or whether or not they were in a relationship, but at that moment I was on top and really wanted to rub it in a little. Her response was immediate, shooting up off her hands as she stretched out and slide her knees forward. I tried to react quickly enough, but my hips slide down hers as she got to her knees. I threw my arms out and wrapped them around Bridgette as quick as I could to contain her and pushed my weight into her back. Tightening up my whole body I felt her firm tits squeeze under my forearms as I forced our bodies to pitch forward, my own breasts now drilling my engorged nipples into her skin from behind. By now our wet skin slapped and echoed the sounds of suction every time my belly met Bridgette's back, both of our frames rising and falling with deep breaths as we started a slow knee walk back across the carpet.
Again it became a mutual battle of wills. Bridgette would move herself a few inches in an attempt to get loose and I'd pour on the pressure to freeze her back up, her upper body juking and darting from left to right as it much could while inside my grasp. I hug harder and squished myself tighter to Bridgette's body, making us pitch forward again until Bridgette's palms were against the floor. Noticing the futility of her attempts pull away from me; her lower body began bucking her hips up with renewed enthusiasm and without my hips directly on her back I had to retreat; my feet pedaling backwards in a frog like squat. Bridgette's body in kind bounced in an almost snake motion reminiscent of the dance "The Worm", her well-toned buttcheeks actually lightly bouncing my lower body in the air as it moved. But after the second burst backwards, I waited until began to power upwards and dug my toes into the carpet before thrusting my pelvis back down towards Bridgette's uppercutting backside. Our bodies met with a near silent smack as my thighs and ass trembled with the effort of holding her down.
I could feel Bridgette's breathing getting heavier and heavier; not that my own wasn't taxed from the exertion keeping her under me but, I started to feel like I had some more control in this battle. I tried to force her down with my hips, digging my pubic down down into her backside but she was too stubborn to bend. So, I dropped my left hand down and began searching out her leg as I aimed to peel her knee away from the floor, but before I could even reach it a sting pain erupted in my right arm as I felt Bridgette's hands snag my own and start twisting my wrist clockwise. I screamed out in pain as I started to try and twist my wrist back to it's normal position and pull it away from her grasp, my body becoming unbalanced in the process. Bridgette noticed and quickly tugged forward on against my arm, leaning forward as she slowly pulled my body over her own. I made an unintelligible groan of frustration as I felt my sweaty skin skip and slide over her own before my legs became upended, my body somersaulting to the floor below with a soft thud of my heels as my arm straightened.
There were no groans of sympathy this time as I slapped down to the carpet; as everyone watching had become lost in their own sensations, enjoying their bodies. Lima now leaned in on the couch's arm, her one hand furiously working between her thighs as her other massaged her right breast below her shirt while she moaned. Billy simply sat, wide eyed staring at the whole experience his hand gently massaging his rigid erection. As my arms hands now shot up to grasp for either of the two pulling away from me, I thought about him:
I wondered if he was stroking his cock for me right now? Or how would I face him after this? Either way honestly, but especially after a loss? How would l live here? Knowing he knew there was this younger, better version of me was just waiting next door. I pushed the thoughts away from my mind and focused on keeping Bridgette away from me as I tried to escape. My free hand shot up to try help disentangle my arm from her grip, fighting against her hand as I tugged at my arm. Bridgette shoved herself up to a kneeling position and tugged hard her hands; straightening my arm out above me before she pitched forward and let her knees slide backward. I saw her idea a moment before it took fruition and turned my head before her heavy tits slapped down against my head with a wet smack, her right breast filling my eye socket and blinding my vision on that side.
Bridgette's hands stopped fighting mine and tried to pull away but I knew I couldn't allow her the opportunity to pin me down, so I snagged them as quickly as they withdrew. My toes dug into the carpet as my feet clawed against the floor, trying to to slide my body out from under the mountainous pair battering my face. Bridgette simply scooted along with me; walking on her knees and tightening her shoulder blades to force more of her chest into my face, her breasts rolling and smearing their sweat onto my features as she shook them. My left cheek scratched against the carpet as I moved, the hot mop my hair had become following my head as I slowly started to make some progress. I grew tired of the speed of my getaway and decided to try another avenue, letting go of Bridgette's left wrist and reaching up I began shoving against her neck and throat. She gasped and re-caught my wrist; trying to pull it away from her head, but her throat was never my target and my hand shot up for towards her face. The meat of my palm clapped against the bottom of her jaw and sharply forced her head back, pulling her chest away from my overheated cheek. I drew in some much needed breath until Bridgette pulled back and then leapt forward, dodging around my arm as knocked it away and pitching towards the bottom of my body. Again I felt her weight drop down on me as her abdomen mushed down my nose and lips, before suddenly I felt a sharp feeling of pain with a slight hint of pleasure shot through me as I felt the tension on the tiny garment around my hips grow tight, making it hard to move my hips and butt.
I realized; to my mortification that Bridgette was giving me a wedgie, something that hadn't happened to me since I was six years old. Lima realized it too, something I got when I heard her suck heavily through her teeth in understanding empathetic pain. I hated the thought of Billy seeing that happen to me; I still do, so understandably I went into a bit of panic mode. I started flopping and kicking my legs as I swung my left arm wildly, peppering Bridgette's side and then her head with slaps. I felt her body tighten up above me as she shielded herself from the blows and cooed:
"...Huhhh...huh...so roughhh....huh...ok....I'll be niccccerr huh...", her words a vague threat that made sense a moment later as I felt the pressure of two of her fingers press down against my stretched G-string's front. My body immediately paused; my knees shaking for a moment as they pointed towards the ceiling, toes curling into the carpet. I shuddered but didn't lose focus; I could feel Bridgette fiddling with my thong's front and could see her knees trying to scoot forward towards my shoulders and pin me from above, and I knew I couldn't let that happen. The key to that was not letting her get inside me; so I clenched my kegel muscles as I felt my the cooler air of the room rush against my pussy, and continued doing my best to scoot away and out from under her as I clenched her shaking right wrist. Bridgette seemed content to let me keep my grip on it as she went to work trying to find her way inside my dripping pussylips, her fingertips catching against the little bit of thin hairs that dotted them.
I started searching and reaching for her left arm with my own but had to settle for her side as I began darting my head away from where I thought the gap between her knees might appear above my head as her legs grew threateningly close. Between them I could see Lima and Billy, and that concerned look growing on his face again; and I knew I had to do something right then. I braced myself and let go of Bridgette's right wrist, pulling my arm up and reaching for her lower belly. I shoved in against her as I kicked my right leg up and swung it to the left as hard as I could. My hand slide down to cup Bridgette's crotch; which got just the reaction it had gotten from me as my thigh slapped against the side of her head. Shoving out and up with my right hand with as much strength as I could muster; my left hand joining in as I shoved at her side, letting me roll my body onto it's left side. Not so much tossing her off of me but rather rolling out from under her body as I slid up onto my left hip and bullied Bridgette off of her knees.
Bridgette's body smacked down to the floor beside me and she rolled onto her own left hip to face me. Her right arm began swinging a series of slaps against my side and legs. But, when I felt the thin strip of fabric that my thong had become start tearing upwards into my pussy again I decided to respond in kind. My fingers fumbled with the damp blue fabric for a moment before I gathered a bunch between them and tugged up hard. I could barely see Bridgette's bottom half in the whirling flurry of slaps it had become; but I could tell by the building tension in my hand when the underwear split her labia, making her whole body tense and spin her free limbs with new reason.
We both stretched the other's underwear into the other woman, striking wherever we could to stop the intimate pain between our own legs but, beside a growing chaffing between our thighs neither of us was really progressing from our side by side sixty-nine like position. After about a half a minute we both seemed to agree that we had reached a stalemate and let go of the other's panties, instead opting to try to force the other towards their back as we began shoving each other's hips and stomachs. Of course all we succeeded into doing was shoving the other woman away as we both slid on our hips along the carpet. Realizing what was happening Bridgette began to shove herself up off the floor, I followed suit a moment later, slowly rising up to my knees a few feet away from where she rested on her own. Neither of us seemed very eager to get at the other woman right away as we took a moment to gather some air, mutually fixing our bottoms as we pulled and peeled the wet fabric away and from in between our slick sexes. I felt the rush of oxygen loosen my muscles as I rubbed against my sore pussy, my thumbs sliding below the waistband of my bottoms and running along the circumference of my hips as I began shuffling along my knees slowly towards Bridgette. As I looked at her face I could tell something had changed; I was happy to see her big smile was gone, replaced by a tensed jaw and a stern look in her eyes. I'm sure mine looked the same, because for the first time that day I forgot about our little audience.
I decided I couldn't sit back and wait to try and beat Bridgette and give her the opportunity to put me on the defensive again, I had to take some initiative. So; as we grew close, I burst off my knees and charged at her as she tried to get of her own. I just barely got onto the balls of my feet before I reached her body and tried to wrap her up in a hug and tackle her down. But; she was ready and waiting for me, opening her arms and catching me around the hips as our bodies collided. She quickly spun and I found myself airborne for a second before we crashed down to the carpet below, landing in a crumbled cluster of flinging limbs. Bridgette's body slammed into mine as we hit the floor sending a wave of pain through my back and landing mostly on my legs as she hugged my back and straddled my legs, trying and scramble up as I started to try and scoot away. She flashed her face up towards me; that wicked grin having had returned, before her head shot down between my legs and against my crotch. I stiffened up as I felt her; for lack of a better term, motorboat my now throbbing pussy as her head began swinging side to side:
"Huhhh...huh....little huh...slut!", I gasped and reached for her head; shoving against it as I tried to wiggle on my butt out from under her but, she just kept following me. We once again started sliding along the carpet; making a tiny circle around the room as she played with me, chasing and pressing her face into my crotch while she made growling and kissing noises to Lima's giggling amusement. Frustrated and getting hornier by the second I pressed the soles of my feet and my palms to the floor and started do a sort of restrained crab-walk backwards to get away. But; I actually began punching my crotch up into Bridgette's features as I started to scoot away with more speed, each little thrust to get away now sending a miniature shockwave through me as I felt Bridgette's nose and lips strike my clit's hood through my sheer bottoms.
Finally; it seemed Bridgette tired of our chase and leapt forward, her breasts and head smacking down against my abs as her knees fully slipped into a straddle around my legs. Her arms slipped out from under me and her hands searched out mine; as mine did hers, before our fingers slid into one and others and clasped together. I struggled to push up against her as I started shoving my feet against the floor against, trying to upset balance in some way as we jostled in place.
I knew I was in trouble, my muscles were slowing giving out and I could feel my strength fading. If Bridgette could get to my shoulders I'd be completely trapped, pinned without enough energy to get her back off me. But, I refused to allow my waning resistance to be my last stand, even as Bridgette slowly began inching her way up my abdomen and I started to worry my resolve wouldn't be enough. My eyes darted towards the sofa and our mutual cheering sections; who at this point had worked themselves up into an absolute fever, and I could see Billy was started to think the same thing. I started firing my knee up at Bridgette's back; her body rocked with the soft thuds of my strikes but, she just kept inching forward and shoving my elbows down against the carpet.
Panic started to set in as I watched Bridgette's hips and legs shuffle forward, her soaked crotch drawing closer to my head by the second. I doubled my efforts to shove her off me, but I just didn't have the leverage from under her body. Bridgette lifted her hips for a moment before:
"...Auuhhaawww...", she made me groan out by dropping her firm ass down onto my belly and driving the air from my lungs. Bouncing off my abs she drove her hips right back down but, I was a little more prepared for it this time and I tensed my core to offer some defense. Gritting my teeth to stem another embarrassing noise as I feel my stomach tighten, the knot inside it making me feel sick for a moment before I felt the pressure on it relax as Bridgette started climbing my body again. Her face tightened in concentration as her hips slid up my torso, her arms making mine collapse onto the floor above me fully as her body fell forward. I shook and thrashed as much as I could but I was tightly held down. Bridgette's knee's dug into my sides as we jostled back across the carpet; this time much slower as both of us were nearly tapped of all our reserve energy but, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't kick or push my way out from under her. I flopped up again; my back leaving the carpet for a moment but this time when it came back down to the carpet it was accompanied by an enormous pain in my chest. Bridgette's butt flattened my tits as we landed, the toned muscle easily crushing the soft tissue there and making cough out again:
"...Auuuughhhwwwww...". Bridgette's knees slammed down to the floor besides either side of my head, framing my arms and pressing them against my ears. I could barely move my head left to right at all as she grew closer, tightening her legs hold on my upper body and head. I wiggled my fingers in just about the only show of defiance I had left as I glared up at her, trying to bump her off my shoulders. It was to no avail, she simply spread her legs and dropped her hips down, jamming her pubic bone into the bottom of my throat. I coughed out as I felt my air supply get drastically reduced; Bridgette's now soaked pussy indenting my windpipe, choking it like a hand:
"...Auuucckkkkuhhhaaakkk..."
I wheezed out, jostling my shoulders to get enough space to reach up for Bridgette's knees and shoved at them with whatever strength I could muster from my exhausted body. I could barely move my forearms and hands, my oxygen depleted muscles offering just enough resistance to make Bridgette laugh as I felt her reach back and start to caress my breasts:
"So handsy!!!"; she said and tweaked my nipples between her fingers, stretching the tender flesh and making me cry out as she began groping and kneading my sore tits with each squeeze and pull sending a ripple of pain down my front side. I fought to get my hands further free and behind Bridgette, but my arms weren't long enough instead leaving me to beat and slap against whatever I could reach. My hands whipped and smacked against her sides, hips and thighs as best they could in such tight confines; the slaps didn't really feel as if they were doing any damage, but I had to do something to try and get free. As I thrashed my head turned to the side and I caught a glimpse of Billy's eyes; he wasn't even looking at me, his eyes fixated on Bridgette.
That hurt; there's no other way to say it, it nearly shattered what little pride I had left. Here I was; pinned under pretty much a younger me, and my husband couldn't take his eyes of her. I didn't have too much time to sulk though as I felt the weight on my upper body relax a little before my I was overtaken by a flood of pleasure and I quickly realized my young neighbor had just shoved two of her fingers into my; by now, dripping pussy.
"Ohhhhhhmff...huhhah..uhhh...ahhhh...", I moaned out in a small series of pants as I clench my kegel muscles trying to keep Bridgette's fingers from delving into me deeper, but they quickly pushed through the resistance. I squeaked out as I felt the tips press forcefully against the spongy walls of my insides and I heard myself and I hated it; hated Bridgette at that moment, not a feeling I am prone to but she was making me sound so small and out control. I rolled my shoulder and reached up, shoving against Bridgette's knees again with renewed effort but I only succeeded in getting my left tit tweaked and pulled while she continued to work on opening my pussy up with her invading hand.
"Huhhh huhh...did your hubby do this...uh...to you babe?...huhhh...or was it...huh me?," Bridgette asked with a little giggle and could her Lima join in a little from beside us, her laughter clouded with lust. I could only wonder how close she was; or Billy for that matter and suddenly a thought ran through my mind and made my heart sink. He was going to cum to this little bitch basically raping me on our living room floor; she...was going to make him cum, make me cum...make us both...cum, as if she was some third member of our lovemaking forcefully injected in and taking possession of both our orgasms.
"..eh...ehh..ohhh....F-FUCK YOU!...uh...," I screamed out frantically as my toes dug into the carpet, my feet kicking against the floor. Bridgette's only response was to lift her butt and slam it back down on my pectorals, pushing my breast's tissue down to their bottoms and making them feel swollen as she ground her well rounded cheeks down in them. I grimaced but tried to focus on getting away from this embarrassing predicament before the inevitable happened. The speed of Bridgette's wrists finger flicking started to pick up as I felt my flower blossom around her sawing fingers, my legs flinging up towards the ceiling and involuntarily spasming before they smacked back down onto floor with a few writhing twitches. My hands cupped Bridgette's knees shoving upwards again to which she simply smiled, her dark sweaty hair framing her face as she stared down at me:
"...Welllll...huhh...I know...huh...that one was me...," she chided gleefully.
My insides were in knots, so tight I felt like they might snap. Each thrust of Bridgette's fingers winding the cord tighter as I felt myself spilling around her hand, the wet suction like sound of how excited I was echoing through the room. I have no idea what I looked like; but my face must have been a delight to Bridgette who seemed enthralled at it's reactions, her smile stretching her cheeks. I could slowly feel myself losing control, my belly shuddering and tensing which must have distracted Bridgette. She turned to inspect her handiwork, looking back over her shoulder at my flopping lower half as she began to massage my left tit now instead of stretching the swollen ball of flesh. I felt the pressure on my upper body ease a bit as she started to pant along with her own thrusts:
"...Huhh...fuckkkk...huhh...look at that...", she said almost absentmindedly. I; of course didn't have the same vantage point, but I could feel it, feel how many body danced to her ministrations and begin to buzz with pre-orgasmic energy.
And then; I saw it, to be exact felt it first.....my opportunity.
As Bridgette curled back to watch my body betray itself her hips twisted a little; making her lift her knees, which I quickly shoved putting every ounce of strength I had left into the push and was able to force her body to lift up off of me just enough for me to slide my shoulders out from under her legs. My feet clawed into the carpet dragging my lower half as my hips and butt bumped along the floor, nearly orgasming as I was forced to shove myself down onto Bridgette's fingers. My face rubbed against the inside of her left thigh and my nose dragged against the damp thong plastered to her; actually sliding up and between her sweaty buttcrack along with my face as Bridgette tried to scramble backwards frantically. Lima gasped out in surprise at seeing her freind so caught off guard and Billy yelled out elated as I was able to pull myself out and \ up to a sitting position behind Bridgette. Hugging her to my front the two of us rested for briefest of moments, her out of awkward positioning and myself out of exhaustion.
Despite my sore muscles and pulsating loins I knew I had no time to rest, I had to act fast before Bridgette had time to formulate a new strategy. Swinging my arms up and over her shoulders I limply hung my body on her back, my sweaty chest becoming incredibly hot the moment it flattened against her skin. Forcing her fully down onto her haunches I leaned my weight into her, shuffling my lower body to get my knees in under me while Bridgette immediately sunk both of her hands into my wet hair. She wretched my head forward; making me scream out as my body compressed even tighter against her back, before bending towards the floor some more and pulling my scrambling body over her now bowing form. My crotch slapped down against the small of her back with a wet thud and my legs framed her hips as I squeezed my thighs in against them as hard as I could, mimicking the rodeo riders I had seen to the best of my abilities. Bridgette tugged on my head again; stretching the roots of my scalp and actually pulling out a small clump of hair. My body jerked atop hers but I clasped my arms to her front, her firm breasts forming around my forearms. I felt her left hand drop away from my hair and begin fiddling with my wrists beneath her as she tried to get me off of her back.
We both grunted and panted out as our shiny bodies spun in a slow circle and moved back and forth across the living room carpet, but I stuck to Bridgette like glue. I could feel her hands encircling my right wrist as she started to try and turn in but I tensed my arm and began to climb her back, slipping my legs down into her crotch and behind her her thighs. I flexed my core and tensed my thighs against the sides of her own, trapping her calves with the front of my feet. Bridgette's body tensed for a moment then faltered, sinking lower in it's prone bow. I felt her hands slip downwards as I brought my left arm up quickly sliding it under her chin and immediately her hands changed direction. Flexing my arm I felt Bridgette's throat start to sink in as started to cough out and frantically rip at my arm with her hands.
I don't know that I'd ever tell anyone this; not even Billy, but choking Bridgette was probably the single most erotic experience I'd ever had in my life. I don't know what that says about me and sometimes when I sit around and think about I don't really enjoy the possibilities but often those same times end with me on tip of a vibrator. I suppose it's a bit morbid but the way her body froze up in complete panic, the desperate scrape of her nails against my forearm's skin flooded my brain with lust. I tensed my entire body as hard as I could; strangling my prey like a python as she sank even deeper into the carpet, her firm breasts finally collapsing into the soft fuzz there as I split her legs apart with my own. I pitched my hips and middle forward to help drive Bridgette down, my right hand now reaching up and pulling at the long strands of brunette hair in front of my face, making her wheeze out in strangulated pain:
"....huh...huhh...WHAT YOU LITTLE...HUH...ARROGANT BITCH?!...huhh..huh...NOTHING TO SAY NOW?!....huhhhh..."; I hissed, tensing my core and quads again and finally splitting Bridgette's legs enough to ride her fully onto her front. As we dropped her right arm swung upwards; smacking and slapping at the side of my head from below, but I hugged myself to her and covered up to protect my face and head. My right arm grabbed at hers and fought to control it as I slowly started to feel her struggles fading, her hips and shoulders movements losing their intensity while parts of mine own became more exageratted and urgent. My hips and ass shimmied back and forth as I rubbed my drenched pussy against Bridgette's back just as she had done to Lima on the trampoline; a fact I'm sure wasn't lost on her, or Lima in the moment. I wasn't even doing it consciously; but something, that part of me I'd never admit to enjoyed Bridgette's pain on a level that demanded sexual release. But, my eyes wandered to to our respective lovers and I saw the stark fear not only in Lima's eyes but Billy's as well, both pairs wide and shocked at the ferocity at which I was attacking Bridgette. I had only locked the choke hold around her neck for a very short time but, in our mutually exhausted state it had a devastating effect. What movements Bridgette could make now came much slower and obviously more labored; her right arm swinging out and dragging through the air as if it was under water before dropping to the floor, her hand palming the carpet. She attempted to drag her body like a wounded Gazelle; disemboweled and clawing across the the Serengeti, before her body shuddered and collapsed even further onto it's front.
With the sight of my husband and Lima my rational mind finally snapped to and realized I was choking the life out my nineteen year old neighbor, so I relaxed my left arm and reached under Bridgette's right with other hand. Gripping her armpit I shoved against her, relaxing my legs letting her flop to her side before rolling her to her back with my body as I slide my lower half up. Our arms started smacking and slapping at each other before I was able to fully get to my knees alongside Bridgette and flopped down across her body. My tits slapped down between us hers, splitting her firm pair and forcing them to spill out to the sides my left breast compacted against her sternum. My arms swirled in a swimming motion above our heads as our hands found each other, our fingers lacing in my right hand as Bridgette snagged my left wrist and I fought to keep against the floor. We slid along the carpet a few inches but I could tell it was over, Bridgette just had accepted it yet. My right arm started to power Bridgette's left one down until with one last trembling quake I slammed it against the carpet. I lifted my upper torso and shuffled it forward a little looking down and; for a moment Bridgette eyes met mine, startled wide and full of disbelief. Her free hand struggled to shove mine backwards, her nails digging into my wrist, but I tensed my shoulders and ignored the pleading look on her face pressing forward.
Slowly my breasts began roll over Bridgette's facial features, my back and shoulders shaking as she tried to keep me away. Her legs began to try and walk sideways away from me but I followed her on my knees, tossing my left knee over her hip and dropping my thigh onto her belly. Tilting forward even more I pressed my knee into her stomach, thrusting my tits fully into her face as I felt her shoulders tense up and start to wiggle. I could tell she could breathe; not very well but enough and she was trapped even her left arm which I snagged when tried to shove at my shoulder. Flattening it down with the rest of her I slid my hips over her belly, dropping my left knee to the carpet as I straddled her flopping body. I looked down but could barely see Bridgette's forehead below my sweaty breasts, which I maneuvered to slide along her cheeks searching for a better seal to her face. My body rocked as I felt Bridgette's knee smack against my left buttcheek a few times before she went back to try to hop and bridge her way out from beneath me but, I rode her down each time.
I basked in the feeling of Bridgette's breath as it grew more ragged and hoarser, the warm stream urging my hips to press my crotch tightly to her abdomen. The satisfying feeling of knowing it wouldn't only be me that beat the little cxnt, but particularly my breasts, the part of us in which we both obviously held a great deal of pride fueled my passionate humping. By chance; Bridgette had turned her face towards the couch as I pressed my chest in on her which now left her with the only option of staring at our audience if she didn't want a mouth full of titflesh. Her predicament gave me an idea as I followed her gaze, tightening my shoulders I lean my tits into her, my right mushroom against her cheek as I looked over at an enthralled Lima:
"...huhh...huhh...come here babe....huhh...huhh...come count you girl out...huh...", I wheezed. At the sound of that Bridgette's started struggling with a new spirit but; it wasn't enough and I'm sure she knew that, but she had to try. The outburst sputtered out after a few moments at which point I turned my attention back to Lima:
"...huhhhhh...huhh...COME ON!....", I urged. Bridgette had all but stopped trying to press her shoulders up, and her hips had stopped moving altogether. I could still feel her legs moving but they were no longer trying to escape, simply sliding along the carpet out of anxiety. Nervously; and frowing slightly at having to stop her fingering, Lima stood up from the couch. Her dark jean shorts fell down the rest of her thick bronzed legs, revealing a thin dark bush around thick dark labia. She fiddled with the bottom of her navy tank top as she walked over, bending down and dropping onto her knees besides us before she quickly raised her hand:
"...SLOW!...huh...huhh...", I snapped. Startled she jumped a little as she leaned down onto her elbows, my eyes darting over to Billy as I watched him drink the sight her swollen ass darting into the air as she settled into position mere inches from us on her knees and elbows. I let go of Bridgette's hands; satisfied she wouldn't try to get up, but to be sure I pressed my tits in deep against her face, letting them swell around her even more. Reaching forward I lightly pressed Lima's left hand back down towards her crotch as I looked in her eyes:
"...It's...huh...ok to enjoy it too...huh...", I smiled out through heavy panting breaths, Lima's hand dropped and she gasped as she reached her pussy. Leaning my neck forward I pressed my dry lips to hers, her sweet cherry lip gloss hitting my tastebuds along with her tongue as I closed my eyes and passionately kissed her:
"...huhhhmmmfff....huhh..mmnnnooww...counttttmmffff...huhhh....", I said into her mouth.
Bridgette's shoulders tensed but I quickly gripped her matted hair, giving it a small tug to let her know I was serious about not letting her up while I shimmied my breasts tighter against her face. Lima's hand slowly dropped as she moaned into my mouth, the sound of her fingering growing a little louder as her palm hit the floor with a loud thud:
"...Hmmmmoooonnneeeee...", she mumbled.
My ass flexed hard response, sliding my thong covered slit against my captive. Lima's tongue swirlled with mine and I opened my eyes enough to look down out the corner of my right one to see Bridgette staring daggers up at me from what little part of her face I could see beneath my tit. My right hand ungrasped Bridgette's hair and I reached up and started to massage Lima's hanging tit:
"...ohh...ohhh...mmuuhh...twwwwwoooo...", she whispered into my mouth her voice growing squeakier.
I closed my eyes just in time to see a single teardrop form a watery bud and spill out over Bridgette's eyelash as I grasp Lima's nipple and twisted it just hard enough to hurt a little:
"...uhhh...mmmff...mffff"..., she panted into my mouth and for a moment her hand froze in the air, trembling lightly. I tugged again and Lima's whole body trembled as her hand came down, my teeth digging into her lip a little and pulling my tongue free some we all could hear it:
"..ohhhh uhhh....threeeeeeee...", she groaned out as her hand smacked back down against the floor.
I pressed my lips to Lima's as her whole body began to shake, ignoring Bridgette completely as I pecked and sucked against her freinds mouth. The latina dipped away from me then pressed back in as her body nearly collapsed under pleasure as she pushed herself through a long anticipated orgasm. My mouth chased hers and hers mine as we made out above through her shuddering climax, my own quickly building with the rapid humping of my crotch against Bridgette's midsection. Slowly Lima's finger grew less intense, her moans matching as I slowly eased her way a little I turned my attention back down to Bridgette's now bright red and tear stained face.
"...huh...huhh...timmmmee..huh.. to finish what you started slut"...I hissed as I pushed myself up onto my knees. Lima collapsed besides us onto her hip watching as I climbed off her friend, her breathing slowly coming back down as she massaged her wet pussy. I reached down and hooked the sides of my stretched and soaked thong, easing it down my left and then my right leg, lifting my knees to slip out of completely as I tossed it aside. Walking forward on my knees I stared down at woman laying below me; admiring the wear and tear I put on her youthful body as my right hand absentmindedly drifted down to my crotch, lightly strumming my shaven pussylips as slid my left knee over her prone body before a second finger pressing against one of my labia stopped me dead:
"I think I...might want to help with that friend.", Lima said pressing herself up from the floor with a devilish grin.
