Chapter 4: Climax
All characters are over the age of 18.
"Fuck you, Emily," Sarah snarled, her chest heaving, her tits flattening and rubbing against Emily's. You think you can fuck me like you fuck John?"
Emily's eyes flashed with defiance, her lips curling into a smirk.
"You're damned right I can, you little slut. And I'll show you just how well I can do it." She released Sarah's hair, her hands instead sliding down to cup Sarah's ass, her fingers digging into the firm flesh through the thin material of Sarah's G-string. Sarah gasped, her eyes widening in shock and arousal.
"What the fuck are you doing, Emily?" she hissed, her breath coming in short, harsh gasps.
Emily's hands squeezed Sarah's ass, her fingers kneading and massaging the firm globes.
Sarah then laughed, knocking Emily's hands off her ass. "What the fuck would John boy see in you Bitch? He doesn't fuck Lesbians" "So the rumors were right then, you are a fucking Muff Munchers!" laughed Sarah right into Emily's face, then spitting a giant glob of spit directly into Emily's mouth.
Emily with a psychotic killer's look in her eye, released her grip on Sarah's gym girl ass, tapping back one long step, then quickly lining up and wildly spinning the palm of her hard right little hand smacking hard against Sarah's left cheek, nearly knocking Sarah off her feet as her head recoiled and spun, shooting her long blonde hair out from her head.
Sarah immediately regained her footing, and before Emily could react to her counter attack, slapped Emily back with equal force. A wild exchange of multiple slaps punches and even kicks followed. Both girls often losing their balance and nearly falling onto the floor.
The catfight was on!
Sarah and Emily, their once pristine dresses now disheveled and torn, their hair wild and mascara streaked across their faces like war paint, traded blows in a flurry of slaps, punches, and kicks. The room was filled with the sound of their harsh, ragged breathing, the soft hiss of their nylon-clad thighs scraping and ripping against each other, the low growl of their voices as they spat insults and threats at each other.
Sarah, her blonde hair now a wild mane around her face, landed a solid punch on Emily's jaw, sending her stumbling back.
Emily caught herself, a hand pressed to her jaw, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and determination. "You fucking bitch," she snarled, spitting out a mouthful of blood. She launched herself at Sarah, her body crashing into Sarah's like a freight train, their tits mashing together, their hips grinding. They stumbled, their legs tangling, their heels clicking on the floor like a tap dancer gone mad.
Sarah's hands flew to Emily's face, her nails digging into Emily's cheek, drawing a red welt down her cheek. "You think you can take me, you little cunt?" she growled, her voice a low, guttural sound.
They entwined again like the two entwining snakes of the ancient Caduceus of Hermes fame. Twirling about, claws once again digging and slapping away at the enemy. Both girls could barely see, with tears streaming into makeup and spit in their eyes, while hair curtained their entire heads, like the girl monster from The ring Movie. One hand buried in their scalps while the other grpped and tore at what was left of their dresses.
Their bodies writhed and twisted, their thighs slapping and their heels clicking against the floor like a demented dance. The air was filled with their grunts and gasps, the sound of their flesh slapping and the wet, sloppy smacks of their teeth clenching together between stabbing bites at necks shoulders, tits and chins.
Mascara and lipstick smeared and streaked across their faces and shoulders as they twisted and turned, their dresses now little more than shredded ribbons wrapped haphazardly around their sweat and spit-slickened bodies.
John's breath hitched as he watched the two girls, their hips grinding together, their bodies writhing and twisting like a demented dance. He could see the raw, untamed lust in their eyes, the primal hunger that was driving them on. He could feel his own desire rising, his cock throbbing painfully against the zipper of his pants.
He watched as Sarah landed a solid punch on Emily's jaw, sending her stumbling back. She launched herself at Sarah, their bodies crashing together, their tits mashing and grinding, their hips slapping against each other. They stumbled, their legs tangling, their heels clicking wildly on the floor like a tap dancer gone mad.
Emily let out a primal scream, her body surging forward, sending Sarah crashing backwards into the wall. She pinned Sarah in place, her body pressing against Sarah's, her hands grasping Sarah's wrists, pinning them above Sarah's head. "You're right, Sarah. I'm a fucking lesbian. And I'm going to show you just how two lesbians tangle up in a vicious catball catfight, to decide who gets to fuck whom."
With that remark, the two girls locked on again to the other's scalp with their claws, only this time with Sarah still pinned against the wall, Emily wrapped her right leg over Sarah's own left leg then tightly around Sarah's back, separating Sarah from the wall and drawing her tightly into Emily's grasp, she then wedged her left leg between Sarah's thighs forcing them apart, as she snaked her left leg around Sarah's left, driving the camel toes beneath their g strings into one another, starting a tight dirty toe to toe catfight.
Giving new meaning to the fight slang term of two fighters going toe to toe.
As their conjoined bodies slid down against the wall towards the ground their high heels scratching against the floor, Emily whispered into Sarah's ear as they shook each other's head with their claws "I'm going to go to ground with you now bitch and not letting you go until I win and make you submit, after which I am going to sit on your face and let you eat me out, then maybe I'll let you go home with Johnny.
Sarah had finally realized she made a mistake fighting with Emily, but it was too late to back out now and surrender. She had to win this cat balling catfight or become Emily's oral sex toy.
The two girls now sat together on the floor and against the wall, cross legged around one another's bodies, in a vice like limb locked grip. Sarah struggling in vain to get away from Emily but as Emily had locked her right leg around Sarah, she was now forced to do the same with Emily, at the same time Emily then wrapped her left leg under the blonde's right tightly gripping her ass and hips, squeezing their camel toes and clits into a fighting ball only separated by the thin sheer fabric of their g strings.
There they were, a tight ball of modern sexual combat art permanently locked together until they mutually decided to let each other go. Both their right legs twisted around the other's upper backs, while their left limbs encircled and trapped their hips together. Navel sucking on navel, Tit's firmly mashing into one another, their mouths jaw locked to prevent the other girl from biting her neck or face. In close in vicious catball fights it was not uncommon for girls to chew off bits of the other's nose chin or cheek. This way by jaw locking, they could prevent such cannibal like actions and also try to choke the other girl with their tongues during the tongue fighting part of their cat balling jaw lock.
Sarah they rocked her body forewards away from the wall and on top of Emily, This press with Sarah on top, lasted only a split second, with both young women clawing at the back of each other's head with their right claws forcing their mouth's and tongues into a deep combative choking tongue fight, and quickly beginning a never ending nauseating catball roll. Some experiencers likened it to the death roll of a Gator with its' prey. Both women were now unable to speak, with muffled screams and grunts being the only sounds they could make.
They now began their tight combative roll, first one feline on top then the other rolling wildly from wall to wall, spitting clawing gagging on the other's girl's tongue. continuing to rip at cloth and nylon with their left hands while clawing at the back of the other's girl head with their right, their brown and blonde hairs intermingling and folding a sheer curtain over their fighting jaw locked sucking chewing faces.
Locked together speechless until one surrendered.
John could not keep his eyes off the mesmerizing combination of sex and violence transforming before him in a silent sexy struggle. This was the apex of sex and violence, truely the most erotic spectacle he had ever seen, and it was all over his cock, which was now starting to squirt cum without him even touching it, a rare auto ejaculation.
Leaking out the tip of his dress pants down the inside of his thigh, it was a gusher, forming a small puddle on the floor near his feet. The sight of the two girls locked in their catball roll, their mouths, tongues and bodies intertwined, was just too much for him to handle. John's cock was rock hard, pulsing and throbbing with each desperate heartbeat, his balls tight and ready to burst.
The room was filled with the sound of their harsh, ragged breathing, muffled screams, and moans. The sound of their flesh slapping and the wet, sloppy smacks of their teeth clenching together between bites.
The room echoed with the grunts and gasps that escaped their locked jaws. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their dresses ripped and torn, barely clinging to their frames. The sheer nylon of their stockings were shredded, their garter belts hanging loose and askew. Their heels clicked and scraped against the floor, a harsh, discordant melody that only added to the intensity of the moment.
John watched, his cock painfully hard, as the two girls rolled and writhed on the floor, their bodies intertwined in a primal, desperate struggle.
The catball was a sight to behold, a testament to the raw, untamed lust and anger that coursed through their veins. He could see the muscles in their arms and legs straining, the tendons in their necks standing out as they grunted and groaned, their teeth bared in fierce, animalistic snarls.
Their breaths came in short, sharp gasps, their chests heaving as they clawed and scratched at each other's backs, their nails leaving red, angry welts in their exposed flesh.
Sarah could feel Emily's hot, wet tongue probing her mouth, seeking, tasting. She bit down, hard, drawing a sharp gasp from Emily, who bit back just as viciously, their teeth clashing and gnashing together in a primal, brutal kiss.
"Fucking cunt," Sarah hissed, her voice muffled by their locked jaws and intertwined tongues. She could taste Emily's lipstick, the sweet, cloying scent of cherry filling her nostrils. She bit down again, drawing more blood, relishing the metallic taste that filled her mouth.
Emily's legs tightened around her, her heels digging into the small of Sarah's back, urging her on. Sarah's hands, which had been clawing at Emily's back, moved down to her hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. She ground her own hips up, desperately seeking friction, desperate to ease the aching need between her legs.
Emily writhed beneath her, her own hips moving in time with Sarah's, their clits rubbing together through the thin, sheer fabric of their g-strings. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through both of them.
With the right hands still locked in the back of the other girl's scalp, continuing to force their mouths together, they grabbed the back of the other girl's g string and began pulling painful wedgies on each other, splitting their cunts down the middle as they continued their catballl rotation.
They both moaned with the sheer pain of the wedgies, in between their muffled tongue wrestling.
The sensation was intense, causing both girls to release their claws from the other's scalp to grasp and yank the wedgied g-string material harder, until both g strings snapped and flew off into the air, one landing on the desk near John.
Red lines appeared along the tops of their asses, where the underwear had once bitten into their skin.
Sarah's hands slipped down Emily's back, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her closer, grinding their freed up clits together. Emily let out a low moan, her breath coming in hot, ragged gasps against Sarah's mouth. Her legs tightened around Sarah's waist, her heels digging into Sarah's ass.
Sarah could feel Emily's pussy pressing against her own, the thin fabric of their g-strings now no barrier at all to their desire. She ground her hips against Emily's, the sensation sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through her body.
"Fuck, Emily," she groaned, her voice muffled by their locked jaws and intertwined tongues. She could taste the blood in Emily's mouth, the metallic tang mingling with the cherry sweetness of her lipstick.
She hated Emily, hated her with every fiber of her being, but goddamnit if she wasn't the most exciting fuck fight she'd ever had. In fact it was the only fuck fight she had ever engaged in.
Sarah and Emily ground their clits together, the friction sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her body. She could feel her orgasm building, like a tidal wave ready to crash against the shore.
Emily let out a low moan, her body shuddering with the force of her own pleasure. She bit down harder on Sarah's tongue, drawing a gasp from her. Sarah retaliated, her teeth clashing with Emily's, their tongues fighting and sucking and biting.
She could feel Emily's spit dripping down her chin, mixing with her own. The taste was salty and bitter, the scent of their lust filling the room like a thick fog.
Sarah's hands moved from Emily's hips, sliding down to cup her ass, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. She pulled Emily's hips closer, grinding their pussies together,. She could feel the heat of Emily's cunt, the wetness seeping through the flimsy material.
She needed more, needed to feel Emily's skin against her own. She released Emily's scalp from her right hand, slipping it down to cup her breast through the torn remains of her dress. She squeezed hard, her fingers finding Emily's nipple and giving it a rough pinch.
Emily gasped, her hips bucking against Sarah's, their clits rubbing and grinding together. She could feel the tension building in her own body, her muscles tensing as her orgasm approached. She dug her heels into Sarah's ass, urging her on.
Sarah bit down harder on Emily's tongue, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth.
Emily being an experienced catballer felt the mistake Sarah made right away.
Now with her own head released, she clawed tightly onto the sides of Sarah's head, and rolled violently and hard slaming Sarah's back against the the far wall she catballed to, then began to grip Sarah's head ever tighter slamming the back of her skull against the wall. Sarah tried to retaliate, with a head butt. It was too little too late, as she became unconscious. The next thing she knew Sarah found herself flat on her back, with Emily straddling her chest. "Common sweety, wakey wakey, it's your fav Lesbian" "Let's see that sweet tongue of yours, the good news is you got John to yourself" Bad news is I get to ride your face first.
Emily then road Sarahs tongue in an erotic face sitting finisher to a classic dirty ripping catfight.
Emily's eyes, shining with a mix of triumph and lust, met John's across the room. She smirked, her lips glistening with a combination of blood and saliva, her breath coming in hot, ragged gasps. She adjusted her position, spreading Sarah's legs wider, giving herself better access to her pussy.
"Johnny boy," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "You're in for a treat. I'm going to let your little girlfriend here have a taste of what she's been missing.
I'm going to ride her pretty little face, and then I'm going to let her lick me clean."
Emily leaned forward, her fingers tangling in Sarah's hair, her thighs tightening around Sarah's head. She could feel Sarah's breath against her bare pussy. The heat of it driving her wild. She ground her hips down, rubbing her pussy against Sarah's face, her eyes locked with John's across the room.
"You like that, don't you, Johnny?
Watching little Sarah here eat pussy like a good little slut?" Emily taunted, her voice thick with lust as she ground her pussy against Sarah's face. She could feel Sarah's breath, hot and ragged, against her cunt, driving her wild.
John watched, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants, as Emily forced Sarah's face into her pussy. He could see Sarah's tongue, slick and eager, as it lapped at Emily's cunt, tasting her sweet and salty juices.
Emily's hips bucked and ground against Sarah's face, her eyes locked on John, her fingers tangled in Sarah's hair, pulling and guiding her mouth where she wanted it.
"That's it, you little bitch," Emily purred, her voice thick with desire. "Eat my fucking pussy like the good little slut you are. Show me what you've been learning from John, hmm? Show me how much you want to please him."
Sarah's tongue snaked out, licking and probing Emily's wet folds, slurping up her juices.
Emily threw her head back, a low moan escaping her lips as she ground her pussy harder against Sarah's face.
"Fuck, yes, Sarah," she hissed, her hips moving in a slow, sensual grind against Sarah's mouth. "That's a good little cunt. Eat me like you mean it."
John watched, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he took in the raw, erotic display before him. Emily's pussy was glistening with her arousal, her juices coating Sarah's face as she lapped and sucked at her clit.
Sarah's tongue, eager and insistent, flicked and probed, her moans vibrating against Emily's cunt. The sound was music to Emily's ears, driving her wild.
"Fuck, Sarah," Emily groaned, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate grind against Sarah's mouth. "You're a fucking natural at this, aren't you? You should have been eating pussy all along instead of fucking that worthless dick of John's."
Sarah's hands gripped Emily's thighs, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pulled her closer, her tongue delving deeper into her pussy.
Emily let out a low, guttural moan, her hips bucking against Sarah's face, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck, Sarah," she hissed, her voice thick with desire. "You're a fucking pro at this. Suck my clit, you little slut. Make me come all over your face."
Sarah did as she was told, her tongue finding Emily's clit and sucking it hard into her mouth. She flicked it with the tip of her tongue, her lips and teeth nipping and sucking at the sensitive bud.
Emily's hips jerked in response, a low moan escaping her lips as she ground her pussy harder against Sarah's mouth.
"Fuck yeah, Sarah," she groaned, her voice thick with lust. "Suck it harder. Make me come."
Sarah obliged, her tongue swirling and flicking in a relentless rhythm, her lips and teeth working in tandem to drive Emily wild. She could feel the heat of Emily's cunt, the wetness seeping through the thin, sheer fabric of her g-string and coating her face.
She delved deeper, her tongue lapping and sucking at her clit, her lips and teeth nipping and biting at the sensitive bud. Emily's hips bucked against her, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "That's it, you fucking slut. Eat my fucking pussy like you mean it.
Sarah moaned against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Emily's body.
She could feel her orgasm building, like a dam ready to burst. She ground her hips against Sarah's face, her pussy rubbing against her mouth, her tongue, her nose. She needed to come, needed to release the tension that was coiling in her like a snake ready to strike.
"Fuck, Sarah," she hissed, her voice ragged and desperate. "You're going to make me come, you little slut. You're going to make me fucking come all over your face."
Sarah let out a muffled moan, her fingers digging into Emily's thighs as she pulled her closer, her tongue delving deeper into her pussy.
She could taste the sweet and salty mix of Emily's arousal, could feel the heat of her cunt against her face. She sucked harder on her clit, her lips and teeth working in tandem to drive Emily wild.
"Fuck, yes, Sarah," Emily hissed, her hips bucking against Sarah's mouth. Eat my fucking pussy like the good little slut you are."
Sarah's tongue flicked and probed, her moans vibrating against Emily's cunt, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
Finally a gush of girly girl cum came spewing out of Emily's cunt and into Sarah's face and mouth. At the same time Sarah let lose a torrent of fishy girl cum directly into John's face and open mouth. he gagged and spewed out the raw cunt taste. It was nasty shit.
Fucking nasty shit indeed!
Sarah's face was a complete mess, a mixture of Emily's cum and spit covering every inch of her face. Emily's thick, viscous fluid was oozing out of the corners of Sarah's mouth and dripping down her chin, puddling on the floor beneath her. Her hair was plastered to her head, strands sticking to her face, matted with cum and drool. Her cheeks, her lips, her nose, her eyelids...all of it was scaked in the evidence of Emily's orgasm.
Emily herself looked no better.
The back of her hair, was washed with Sarah's sticky fishy cum, her hair stuck to her head in clumpy, sticky strands. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body still trembling with the after shocks of her own orgasm. She looked at Sarah, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and contempt. "You're a fucking mess," she sneered, her voice low and hoarse. "Look at you, covered in my cum. You look pathetic."
Sarah glared up at her, her eyes flashing with defiance. "At least I fucking did something, you slutty cunt.
You just sat there and took it like a little bitch," Sarah spat, her voice laced with venom. She reached up with her hands, smearing the cum that covered her face and mixing it with her saliva, then flicked her tongue out, licking the back of her hand before offering it to Emily. "Taste it, Emily. Taste how good you made me feel."
Emily snarled, her nostrils flaring, but she couldn't deny the heat that coursed through her at the sight of Sarah, covered in her own cum and eager for more.
She leaned forward, her hands gripping the sides of Sarah's head, her fingers tangling in Sarah's blonde hair.
"You want more, you little slut?" she hissed, her face mere inches from Sarah's. "You want to taste my pussy again? You want to feel my cum slide down your throat?"
Sarah's eyes flashed with defiance, but there was a flicker of desire in them as well. She licked her lips, her tongue flicking out to catch a droplet of cum that had escaped the corner of her mouth.
"Fuck yes," she growled, her voice low and sultry.
"Hey Girls, you should maybe look up and to the right!?"
Their little love trist was interupted by John still hiding in the corner behind the desk.
While having cleaned up his own cum mess, he darted out a side door. Running for his car.
As for the girls they screamed at the 24 voyeurs above them, then charged after John through the same side door, both more than half naked and covered in cum from their hair to theirs heels.
THE END