Chapter 1: Exposition
My very first intimate experience with two women was something quite unexpected and slightly different from what most lucky stiffs may have cum across.
The setting was Dianna's apartment , my main lady at the time. While I was trying in vain to program Di's new VCR, she was slipping her sassy frame into a green knit mini dress, in preparation for the evening festivities at the local night club off Rowrie Street. The scent of liberally applied Chanel pulled my attention away from the electronic tube in front of me to the more firm and pink variety currently breezing into the living room.
Dianna was a pretty sassy lady, one of the nicest gals this average Joe had ever been out with. She was pure female nitro. A bright feisty Kitten, whose outgoing personality matched her intimidating beauty. The green knit mini she had poured herself into left little to the imagination, and even less as Di sat squarely on my lap while crossing her legs like two grapevines over the arm of her leather love seat. She playfully pushed her lightly freckled nose against mine, her long wavy red hair cascading over her shoulder's framing her pretty little face.
"You're not paying attention to me, Phil," she purred, eyeing the VCR manual still dangling from my hand. "Men and their toys, always more interested in technology than tits."
I chuckled and set the manual aside, wrapping my arms around her waist. "You know I love your tits, Di. Especially when they're this close." I gave her a quick peck on the lips.
She laughed, a sound like bubbles popping in sparkling wine.
"Hey Baby, check my breath." Di's long nailed fingers locked behind my neck while her soft tongue traced hot wet circles on the inside of my mouth. "Taste all right?"
I nodded an A-O-K, as Di slid off my lap and headed back to her bedroom to finish up. Her flaming red hair glided to and fro along her bare shoulders, in rhythm with a pair of pear shaped butt cheeks which slid across one another, just above the hem of her green dress. My Wicked Willy gave her a ten , as a pair of lightly muscled legs attached to green ankle strap-on heels, danced her back to the bedroom.
I was about to head in the direction that my first mate was pointing to, for another breath check, when Di's door bell rang. "Babe, see who's at the door please? It's probably the Landlord for this month's rent. I'm late because of that bitch Jessie taking off without paying her half for this month."
When I opened the door , I didn't see a little old lady. Instead I was pleasantly surprised to see a very sexy high-heeled Jessie in Di's Red Knit Dress, staring down at the tent peg in my tweed pants.
Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her deep Brown eyes were piercing into mine.
"Hey sailor, is that a banana in your pants, or...." Jess cut short as I smelled very familiar fresh minty breath fanning across my left ear lobe.
"You fucking bitch, get in here with my dress." Di's red nails flashed past my left shoulder and dug into Jessie's right breast while in the same instant Jess retaliated with a right upper cut to Di's left breast, causing both the door and my six foot frame to go flying off to the right. While I was now flat on my ass Di grabbed Jess by both arms and hauled her into the center of the living room.
"You little whore, you steal my dress and now you have the nerve to show up here?"
Jess, with a smirk that I could still see from the floor, brushed Di's hands off and stood her ground. "Steal? You said you didn't want it anymore. And since when is sleeping with your boyfriend stealing?"
I picked myself up, rubbing the back of my head. "Ladies, let's not do this. We can sort this out calmly, right?"
Di scoffed, "Calmly? With this two-bit tramp?
You've got to be kidding me, Phil," Di spat, her green eyes blazing daggers at Jessie. She took a step forward, her heels clicking against the scuffed linoleum floor. "Calmly? How do you expect me to be calm when she's prancing around in my dress, throwing herself at my man?"
Jessie rolled her eyes, her long black hair shimmering like a silk curtain as she shook her head. "Your man? Please, Di, you're delusional. I've seen the way he looks at me.
He's not yours, he's mine." Jessie's deep brown eyes were filled with a defiance that brought out a smirk on her face.
Di scoffed, taking another step closer. "You're pathetic, Jessie. You think you can just waltz in here and steal what's mine?"
Jessie shrugged, her hands going to her hips. "I'm not stealing anything. He's a free man, and so am I. We can do whatever we want."
I could see the tension building in the room, the air thick with their animosity. I tried again to intervene, "Ladies, please.
Let's not do this. I'm sure we can talk this out." But my words fell on deaf ears as Di's hands clenched into fists at her sides.
"Talk?" she sneered, taking another step towards Jessie. "You think we can talk this out? You think we can just sit down and have a little chat about how you're stealing my man and wearing my dress?" Di's voice was like ice, cold and sharp.
Jessie raised an eyebrow, her hands still on her hips. "I'm not stealing your man, Di. He's not a possession. And the dress?
Phil wanted to stop the ensuing catfight, but the growing bulge in his pants told him to shut up and watch the coming sexy ground rolling catball tangle dance.
Di's green eyes were like two twin laser beams boring into Jessie's deep brown orbs. "You fucking cunt, you think you can wear my dress and fuck my man?" She lunged at Jessie, her hands reaching for her long black hair.
Jessie ducked, avoiding Di's grasp, and countered with a swift slap across Di's left cheek. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, followed by Di's shriek of anger. "You bitch!" she yelled, her hands flying at Jessie like a pair of buzz claws. grabbing at hair and cloth.
Jessie didn't back down.
She met Di's attack head-on, her hands grappling with Di's, and the two of them stumbled backwards, their legs tangling together. They crashed against the coffee table, sending a scattering of magazines and ashtrays to the floor. I watched, mesmerized, as they stumbled and clawed at each other, their faces contorted with rage and determination.
"You think you can take what's mine, you little slut?" Di hissed, her fingers digging into Jessie's hair as she pulled her head back, exposing her neck.
Jessie then shoved Di away from her, the two women now in a vile stare down sending signals of total hatred. A soundless vacuum filled the room as both 34 year olds began to stare each other down, nose to nose. Dianne's' cheeks were just about the same color as her hair, and Jess's weren't far from matching. From my previous experience, I knew that as soon as those cheeks matched her hair color, an open left hook was soon to slide across Jesse's face. Dianna slipped her fingers under the hem of the Red Dress and began pulling upwards.
"Take it off now Bitch!"
"No way, cunt!" as Jess moved her hands off her hips to grab Di's wrists, the colors matched between hair and cheeks, and a hard palm slammed across Jessie's face. "SMACK"
Jessie's long brown hair shot our from her skull and she recoiled from the blow. With her hair strewn about her face, Jess shot a hard green gaze into Di's pale blue eyes.
In one swift move, she lunged forward, her hands reaching for Di's hair. They grappled, pulling and pushing each other, their bodies pressing together as they stumbled back and forth across the room. The air was filled with the sound of fabric ripping, heels clicking, and the harsh breaths of the two women.
"You want a piece of me, you little tramp?" Di snarled, her fingers tangling in Jessie's long black hair. She yanked hard, pulling Jessie's head back and exposing her long neck. Jessie let out a yelp of pain, but her grip on Di's hair didn't loosen.
"Bitch!" Jess lunged back at Di wrapping her arms up and under Di's in order to tangle her nails in the red roots at the back of Di's head, while at the same instant Dianna began tearing out clumps of Jessie's black hair with one hand while tearing at the red knit with the other. As I watched them stagger about locked in their tight vicious embrace, my horn began to burn as it inflated the limits of my tweed pants. I was going to enjoy this evening more than I had anticipated.
Di and Jesse were now face to face, tits and nipples jammed together, with thighs and nyloned legs intertwined like fleshy snakes making love.
As their locked torsos twirled about on four heels, they looked like two very bad lambada dancers, trying it without the music. As my best friend continued to sputter and burn, I opened my flap and gave em' some air. My cherry red, was now enjoying the view with me from my vantage point on the rug near the living room entrance.
I could see the wild look in Di's green eyes as she tugged on Jessie's hair, trying to pull her off balance. Jessie, on the other hand, had a look of sheer determination on her face, her deep brown eyes locked onto Di's. She was holding onto Di's hair with one hand, while the other was busy trying to claw at Di's face.
"You fucking whore!" Di screamed, spit flying from her mouth as she spoke. She landed a solid punch on Jessie's jaw, causing her head to snap to the side.
But Jessie wasn't backing down. She retaliated with a knee to Di's thigh, making her yelp in pain. They stumbled back, their heels clicking against the linoleum floor, and crashed into the coffee table, sending it toppling over. I winced, but the two women didn't even notice. They were too focused on each other, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they continued to claw and scratch at each other.
Di managed to get a grip on Jessie's dress and yanked it hard, causing the fabric to tear and reveal Jessie's creamy white thigh.
Jessie let out a yelp of surprise and pain, but quickly retaliated by raking her nails down Di's arm, leaving four angry red marks in their wake. Di hissed, her hand flying up to her arm to rub the stinging wounds.
She lunged at Jessie again, her claws finding Jessie's hair and yanking hard. Jessie locking up with her in a vicious double clawing hair pull of Di's beautiful long hair.
Their embrace became tighter as they twirled about, one arm was locked behind the other's back, while another was whipped tightly behind the head of the other woman. Nails and pearly whites chewed and tore at supple skin and fine cloth. Their sexy, long legs were, by far, the most active elements of this terminal struggle. Each was constantly trying to hook the other's legs and fall on top of her opponent, but neither was succeeding until,,,,
"KEERRAASSHHH...." 260 pounds of womanhood locked together in a good ole' fashion catfight, hit the floor and got down and dirty.
Now the action really started to mount they moved as one cat fighting ball, rotating their combined fleshy mass over and over the carpeted floor. The speed at which they moved reminded me of a movie on fast forward. Side to side rolling one second then summersaulting head over ass the next. They were like one of those toy cars I had when I was a kid, it would zip along until it hit a wall or chair then go spinning off in the opposite direction. A sexy pinball game! The Beige carpet that was vacuumed just a few hours earlier, was now littered with bits on cloth, nylon, hair and specks of blood.
The once pristine cream color of the carpet was now a canvas of red, green and black, the three colors that adorned the combatants.
From my position on the rug, I could see the tangle of limbs, the flashes of skin and the occasional spurt of blood. The room was filled with the sound of grunts, shrieks and the rustle of fabric. It was a symphony of chaos, and I was the sole audience.
Di and Jessie were now on the floor, their bodies intertwined like serpents in a pit. They rolled and tumbled, their heels clicking against the floor as they kicked and scratched at each other.
The room echoed with their angry cries and the wet smacks of flesh against flesh. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as the two women tore at each other, their eyes wild and their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Di's dress was now nothing more than tattered remnants clinging to her body, her green knit top torn open to reveal her heaving chest. Jessie's red dress was in a similar state of disarray, her long black hair now a tangled mess around her face and entwined with Di's red mass of follicles . Neither of them seemed to care about their appearance anymore; they were focused solely on each other.
It was like watching two wild animals fighting for territory, but with a certain primal beauty to it. Their half naked scratched bodies were slick with sweat, their dresses shredded, and their hair disheveled, but they moved with a feral grace that was almost hypnotic.
As they rolled around, I noticed something else - their breathing had changed. It was no longer just the ragged gasps of anger and exertion. There was something else, something more. It was like watching a dance, a dance of passion and desire.
As they rolled about and away from me I noticed their heads had become a tangled mess of hair and bits of cloth. It looked like a giant tumble weed attached to a sexy entwined girly ball. The sound of spitting squealing and gnashing of teeth could be heard from the tumble weed amidst the rolling swishing thumping sounds their war ball made as it traveled about the living room. The arms of the war ball were alternately wrapped about the necks and backs of the opponents squeezing and controlling the other as much as possible, until they seemed to melt into one ecstatic fleshy fighting sexy lump.
I could tell that my best friend was enjoying the show, as it was now fully erect and poking out from the flap of my pants. I unzipped and let it out to breathe, as the air in the apartment was thick with tension, sweat, and the scent of cheap perfume.
Di and Jessie's bodies were so enmeshed that it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended. Their legs were wrapped around each other like vines, their hands clawing and scratching at any available flesh. Their moans and grunts filled the room, creating a symphony of struggle and desire.
I couldn't take my eyes off them, my own breath coming in short gasps as I watched their bodies move together in a frenzied dance of aggression and lust.
Suddenly, Di managed to wriggle her way on top of Jessie, her long red hair falling like a curtain around them both. She pinned Jessie down, her hands clawing at Jessie's face, leaving red marks on her cheeks. Jessie thrashed beneath her, trying to buck her off, but Di held on tight, her body pressing down on Jessie's.
"You're mine, you fucking bitch," Di hissed, her voice low and dangerous.
"Cunt, you're staying right there until I get my dress off you!" Jess then on cue heaved upwards, grabbed the back of Di's dress and shredded it in two, exposing her braless tanned back and a pink g-string with matching garter. Di then spat in Jesse's face, clamped her teeth into her shoulder and rolled Jess on top of her tearing the back of Jesse's dress and, in the process, exposing her tanned back and the top off her flesh colored g-string and garter belt.
Then two women then rolled onto their sides and began spitting into and biting the other woman's face, until they accidentally or on purpose locked their jaws together like two angry savage wildcats, and tied up again into their primal rolling catball, both claws working away scratching and pulling at long locks or red and black hair. Their left legs firmly wrapped around the other's back, with the right legs tightly gripping the ass and hips of her enemy conjoining them into a single rotating spitting scratching flesh ball. Rolling from wall to wall, crashing into one piece of furniture to the next knocking over end tables, waste baskets, even at one point rolling over the vacuum robot activating it and cueing it to run around with them sucking up their catfight litter.
The floor, a whirlwind of tangled limbs, flashing skin, and torn clothing. Their bodies, slick with sweat, glistened under the dim lights of the apartment.
As they rolled, I noticed something else - their eyes. They were no longer filled with anger and hate. Instead, there was a spark there, a heat that seemed to match the intensity of their struggle. It was as if the fight had ignited something within them, something primal and raw.
Di's green eyes locked onto Jessie's deep brown ones, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Their bodies stopped moving, their breaths coming out in shallow gasps. They then took their right hands and started to give each other painful wedgies yanking at the backs of their torn twat covers, while sliding camel toes against one another, and continuing to yank and shake the other woman's head with their left claws. The two combatants then flipped around on their backs like two big hairy red and black caterpillars.
"Fucking bitch, stop it!" Jessie hissed, as both of her hands slapped at Di's face like a pair of hairy spiders.
"You like this, you fucking cunt? You like it when I pull your hair and tear your clothes off?" Di's mouth was a snarling open pit of anger and desire.
"You fucking skank, you're enjoying this too. I can see it in your eyes." Jessie spat, before launching another flurry of slaps at Di's face.