Chapter 2: Rising Action
As I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum, I couldn't help but think that this was one of those moments that would be etched in my mind forever. The room was a mess, a testament to the raw, primal struggle that had taken place. The air was thick with the scent of stale beer, cheap perfume, and something else - something wild and untamed. It was the scent of passion, of desire unleashed.
The carpet, once a bland beige, was now a canvas of red, green, and black.
The two women, Di and Jessie, were still locked in their intense struggle, their bodies intertwined and their limbs entangled. Their movements had slowed, but their grips remained firm, as if they were reluctant to let go of each other.
Di's green eyes were fixed on Jessie's deep brown ones, and there was a strange mix of hatred and desire in her gaze. Jessie's eyes mirrored Di's, and it seemed as if they were communicating something wordlessly. A strange tension filled the air, a palpable energy that seemed to crackle and spark.
I was now drenched in a hot sperm sweat. I looked in awe about the battle field before me, littered with bits of nylon, red and green knit and red and brown hair. This was peter pounding entertainment at it's best. As they began to roll again, they licked and chewed on each others lips and tongues.
Their tongues began a little rolling cat fight of their own, as their lusty rotation continued they continued to work their thighs and crotches together, all the while scratching turned to caressing and biting became licking and sucking. They rubbed and bumped into one another, with little red and brown hairs tangling and tearing at one another. They looked and sounded incredibly erotic, a sexy lusty lump of passion, anger and ecstasy rolled into one, hissing spitting....after rolling about for another 30 minutes or so of this combo love - fight, Jess rolled on top of Di and hissed, "OK Pussy you want a real cunt to cunt work out, then let's go for it!"
In one efficient move Jess snapped the sides of their g-strings, then tossed the mush scented cloth in my direction. All that remained on them was the remnants of their tattered nylons, garter belts and high heels.
The room was silent except for the ragged breaths of the two women, their chests heaving as they stared at each other. The silence was broken by a soft moan, low and primal, that seemed to come from both of them at once.
Di's lips parted slightly, her green eyes darkening as she slowly leaned in towards Jessie. Jessie didn't pull away, her own lips mirroring Di's as she met her halfway. Their breaths mingled, hot and ragged, as their lips brushed against each other. The touch was soft, almost tentative, but it ignited something within them.
Their mouths opened wider, their tongues tangling and exploring as their lips pressed together. The room filled with the sound of their passionate kiss, a symphony of wet, hungry lips and eager tongues.
Di's hands, which had been clawing and scrabbling at Jessie just moments before, now moved to cup Jessie's cheeks, her fingers sliding into her long black hair. Jessie's hands mirrored Di's, her fingers tracing the line of Di's jaw before tangling in her wild red mane.
They kissed with an urgency that was almost desperate, their bodies straining against each other.
Di's hands roamed over Jessie's back, her fingernails scratching lightly at the tanned skin before digging in and holding on tight. Jessie arched into the touch, a low moan escaping her lips as she ground herself against Di's thigh.
Their breasts pressed together, nipples hard and aching for more contact. They broke apart briefly, gasping for air, before diving back in for more. Their mouths were insatiable, their tongues clashing and dueling in a way that was both aggressive and loving.
It was a kiss that demanded everything, a kiss that left no room for doubt or hesitation.
Their hands explored each other's bodies with a newfound passion, their touch fierce and possessive. Di's fingers gripped Jessie's ass, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, while Jessie's nails raked down Di's back, leaving a trail of red welts in their wake.
Their movements became more frantic, their wet girly bits writhing and grinding against each other. They rolled again, their legs intertwining as they sought to fence their clits together then into the other's soft hot pink labia flesh.
The love-fight had now become a writhing, grinding, cunt-on-cunt battle, their hips bucking and jerking like crazed pistons. The soundtrack was a symphony of wet smacks, low moans, and high pitched squeals.
I watched, my cock throbbing in time to their movements, as they ground against each other, their tits bouncing and slapping together. Di's fingers dug into Jessie's ass cheeks, pulling her closer, as Jessie's nails raked down Di's spine, leaving a trail of red welts.
Their hips bucked and jerked, their clits grinding together, then sliding apart, only to grind together again. The room was filled with the sound of their wet flesh smacking together, their moans and gasps, and the occasional sharp intake of breath as one of them bit down on the other's skin.
I watched, transfixed, as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat and tangled in a web of limbs. The scent of their arousal filled the air, a heady mix of sex and desire that made my cock ache with need.
I could see the sheen of sweat on their bodies, glistening under the dim lights of the apartment. Their hips moved in a primal rhythm, their clits grinding together in a desperate dance for dominance.
Di's face was contorted with lust and determination, her green eyes wild with desire. She ground her hips against Jessie's, her fingers digging into the flesh of her ass as she held her in place. "You fucking whore, you're mine," she hissed through gritted teeth.
Jessie, on the other hand, wore a look of pure ecstasy.
Her deep brown eyes were half-closed, her head thrown back as she moaned in pleasure. She matched Di's movements with her own, her hips bucking and grinding against Di's with just as much force. Her fingers were entwined in Di's red hair, pulling hard enough to elicit a gasp of pain from Di, who only responded by smiling wickedly and grinding even harder.
"You like that, bitch?" Jessie panted, her voice laced with both pain and pleasure. "You like it when I pull your hair?
"Fuck you slut!" retorted Di. The two women then clenched each other ever tighter and resumed their rolling catball catfight, intensifying the slapping spitting, scratching and more importantly the biting. They bit down on each other's necks shoulders and faces like two rabid vampires. Their bodies were slick with sweat as they rolled around, their legs and arms intertwined like a pair of wild animals locked in a death grip.
"You fucking cunt! You think you can take what's mine?" Di hissed as she sank her teeth into Jessie's shoulder, drawing a yelp of pain from her.
Jessie retaliated by clawing at Di's face, her long nails leaving deep red welts in their wake.
"Fuck you, bitch! I'll show you who's boss!" she snarled, her voice filled with venom.
Their bodies were a tangle of limbs, rolling and thrashing on the carpet as they fought to gain the upper hand. Their clothes were in tatters, their bodies slick with sweat and blood. Their moans and grunts filled the air, a symphony of pain and pleasure mixed together.
I stood there, my cock rock hard as I watched them, the sight of their naked bodies intertwined, their red and green hair mixed together, was a sight to behold.
They rolled and thrashed, their hips bucking and grinding together as they fought to gain dominance.
"You're mine, you little slut," Di hissed, her teeth sinking into Jessie's shoulder, drawing a hiss of pain from her. Jessie retaliated by raking her nails down Di's back, leaving four bloody trails in her wake.
"Fuck you, you redheaded whore," Jessie spat, her voice laced with pain and anger. She bucked her hips, trying to dislodge Di, but Di just ground down harder, her hips moving in a relentless rhythm.
"You're mine, you hear me? Mine!" Di hissed, her voice low and dangerous.
Jessie let out a cry of frustration and pain, her nails digging into Di's back as she tried to push her off. But Di was too heavy, too determined. She leaned in, her lips finding Jessie's ear. "You want to fight, bitch? Let's fight. But you're going to lose, and you're going to like it."
With a sudden burst of strength, Jessie managed to buck Di off of her. They rolled across the floor, their bodies slapping and sliding against each other.
Di’s green hair whipped across her face, and Jessie’s black hair fanned out behind her like a dark halo. Their bare breasts bounced and jiggled, their nipples brushing against each other and sending sparks of electricity through their bodies.
Di’s hands clawed at Jessie’s back, her nails leaving red welts in their wake. Jessie hissed in pain and retaliated by biting down on Di’s collarbone. Di yelped and tried to pull away, but Jessie held on tight, her teeth sinking deeper into Di’s flesh. Di retaliated with her own deep bite into Jessie's neck , drawing a sharp hiss from her. They rolled on, their teeth and nails tearing at each other, a frenzied dance of pain and pleasure.
"You fucking tease, you little cunt," Di snarled, her voice hoarse from exertion and rage. "You think you can take what's mine?"
"Fuck you, bitch," Jessie spat back, her voice equally raspy. "I can take anything I want, and right now, I want you."
Their words were punctuated by the wet smacks of flesh against flesh, the grunts and groans of their struggle, and the rustle of their tangled clothes.
Di and Jessie were a mass of sweaty, naked limbs, rolling and writhing on the carpet like a pair of wild animals fighting for dominance.
As I watched, my cock throbbed painfully in my pants, desperate for release. I could feel the heat radiating off their bodies, could smell the scent of their arousal mixed with the tang of sweat and blood. It was intoxicating, a heady mix of primal desire and raw aggression.
Di finally managed to gain the upper hand, pinning Jessie down with her stronger body. She straddled Jessie's hips, her own slick and glistening with sweat and arousal.
Looking deep into each other, lips parted into a sensuous snarl, teeth clenched together and as tongues embraced in a hot wet mass of ecstasy, their labia love lips slowly began to slide against one another. While now tightly clenched together the women rocked themselves into a sitting position, with one leg under the thigh and butt of the other, while the opposite leg was wrapped tightly about the waist of the other woman. Tongues rotated about one another, while clit met clit. They rotated slightly then pressed into the soft vulva of the other. Hardened breast nipples slid together, rotated, then found soft flesh to penetrate.
From behind the veil of Jesse's dark hair I could see Di's eye wink out at me, "We haven't forgotten about Phil have we Jess?" Almost on cue the women clasped each other tightly, rolled towards me then back into the kitchen. Once there, Di pointed to the top right cupboard. All the time Jesse continued to make cat like noises, as the women continued to rub their pussies together.
"Get the oil Phil and spread it on the floor and over us"...then get the preserves!!!
She didn't have to tell me twice. I stripped off my clothes grabbed the Cooking oil and did my duty--Ya it was tough,,,,,like hell. Incredible as it seemed this was even more erotic than the carpet catfight. I had the butt-end view of this silky erotic spectacle. The tiled oily floor shone under the oily coating their ecstasy ride was providing. They began to resemble a wet ball of spaghetti and hair,.......... as I continued to view this eroticism through sweat covered eyebrows.
"JAS....the PEACH PRESERVES!!!" I had done this with her before, but never seen her do it with a woman! I smeared some our favorite jam, "peach preserves", gently between their two burrowing pussies. They rubbed slowly, letting the peach preserves mix with their love-juices. It looked wild, her sex rubbing into Di's, their hard gooey clits rubbing together. This is the sort of connection that I had to become part of!
I slid the spoon of untouched preserves into my mouth, tasting the sweet and tangy flavor before using it to spread the sticky, sweet substance between their writhing, oiled bodies.
"Mmm, that's good, Phil," Jessie moaned, her hips slowing down to allow me to spread the preserves more easily. "That's so fucking good."
"You like that, don't you, slut?" Di taunted, her voice thick with lust.
"You like it when Phil spreads that sweet jam on your cunt, don't you, Jess? You like the way it mixes with your juices?"
Jessie moaned in response, her hips writhing against Di's as I spread more peach preserves between their cunts. "You're such a dirty little whore, Di," she panted. "You know I do."
Di chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "You're both such filthy little sluts," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
I couldn't take my eyes off them as I continued to spread the preserves between their writhing bodies. The sight of their oiled, sweaty skin glistening under the dim lights was almost too much to bear.
"Is that all you've got, Phil?" Di challenged, her voice laced with both amusement and arousal. "You're not going to just stand there and watch, are you?"
Jessie chimed in, her voice a low growl. "Yeah, Phil, come on. Don't just stand there with your dick in your hand.
Come here and join us," Di commanded, her eyes burning with desire and dominance.
Jessie looked up at me, her deep brown eyes filled with lust and encouragement. "Come on, Phil. Don't be a tease."
I didn't need to be told twice. I stepped closer, my cock throbbing and aching with need. I wanted to be a part of this, to feel their skin against mine, to taste their sweat and arousal.
Di reached out and grabbed my cock, her fingers wrapping around my shaft and stroking me firmly. "Is this what you want, Phil?
The room filled with the scent of their sex, with just a hint of peach!!! Di then mounted Jess with both her legs wrapped up and behind Jess's back, while Jess spread her legs under Di's sticky embrace. She then pointed down to the pair of jam covered pussy lips munching on one another. "Stick your one and only between us Phil!"
I immediately mounted both of the greasy she cats. Ohh what a feeling, as Jesse's soft love muscle caressed the lower side of my shaft, Di's oil soaked puss caressed the top, while the tip of my circumcised head was tickled by their clits. A warm electrical sensation worked its way from the tip of my penis to the base of my glands, then back again, over and over, until I was nearly ready, but then Di the little puss would pinch me off, causing me to hold off for another 5 minutes or so,,,,,then finally, both girls started to shake uncontrollably.
"Ok BABY, let's blow!" chirped Di. The two women then pressed their slippery love lips harder onto my oily rod...then came what felt like the first cum shot ever........."SSPPPPuuuffff!" They were completely spattered from the tips of their little noses to their navels.
They were so fucking wet, the preserves, their juices, my cum—it was a sticky, slippery mess. Their moans were almost animalistic, raw and primal, as they continued to ride me, grind against each other, their bodies slick and shiny with sweat and other fluids.
I could feel every inch of them, their warmth, their wetness, their softness. I was in heaven, in the middle of a sticky, slippery, sweaty sandwich, the perfect filling in their erotic catfight bun.
My cock was being milked by their writhing, grinding bodies, their hot, wet cunts sliding up and down my shaft, their clits rubbing against the sensitive tip. The taste of peach preserves filled my mouth, sweet and tangy, the perfect complement to the heady scent of their arousal and the musky taste of their sweat.
The girls rotated their pussy locked catball around my cock, with the two of them now lying down side by side catball fucking and tongue fighting one another with my cock as their center piece. Like a clawing post for a cat, my gooey jam covered cock was their clit's scratching post. I bent over and added my own tongue to their tongue fight, sucking up the last bit of preserves and spitting it onto their wrestling tongues. Di on my right, and Jessie's lips to the left of my darting swirling tongue. As I wrapped my arms around both women's' backs, gently carressing the backs of their necks, they reciprocated. Di clawing and tickling the back of neck with her left hand, while Jessie traced loving light scratches down my spine, then gentling tickling and clawing at the bottom of my spine and top of my ass cheeks. I myself spread my legs apart moving my left thigh behind Jessie's rippling jiggling ass cheeks and my right thigh firmly against the rotating ass of my love.
Di's green eyes were fixed on mine, her red hair wild and tangled around her face. She leaned up close, letting Jessie suck on my tongue, her lips brushing against my ear. "You like that, don't you, Phil? You like being in the middle of our little catfight?
That was the trigger for a gush of cum from three sex organs. We all sprayed a gooey stream for a solid two minutes of convulsions and sexual grunts and squeals. Multiple jerking and vibrating releases. Their pussy spuff covered my balls and cock , while my life giving fluid sprayed up between their tits, spraying their tongue fight with a white sloppy salty cum, which they both eagerly began a little sucking tongue fight over, spitting it into the other woman's mouth, back and forth while continuing to cum on my cock.
Cum fucking cat ball......it was messy as fuck.....but damn if it wasn't hot as hell
Di's eyes were locked onto Jessie's, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she ground her cunt on my cock. "You're a fucking wet slut, Jessie," she hissed, her fingers digging into Jessie's back. "You like this, don't you? You like being a little cum slut?"
Jessie moaned in response, her hips moving in time with Di's. "Fuck yes, I do," she panted.
"But fuck you, you little red haired cunt licker, let's do this again Slut, Right now"
Round 1 was over but round 2 was just beginning in earnest.
... the two of them showing me off of them and releasing my cock, which sprang free releasing another torrent of sperm, as the two crazy bitches locked their cunts together again into another rolling tongue sucking fighting catball. I watched in awe as Jessie's dark locks mixed with Di's vibrant red mane, both women locked in a heated battle for dominance, their bodies writhing and bucking together in a primal dance of desire and aggression.
Di's green eyes flashed with need and determination as she locked her legs around Jessie's waist, her nails digging into Jessie's back as she ground her cunt against her rival's. "You like that, don't you, you little slut?" she taunted, her voice thick with lust.
I got up grabbed a towel and grabbed another jar of preserves from the cupboard along with a bottle of olive oil.
I would be ready now for the next couple of sexy rounds.
The END "You like it rough, don't you, you little fucking bitch?"
Jessie groaned in response, her hips grinding against Di's mercilessly. "Fuck yes, I do. I fucking love it when you rough me up."
Di chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Good. Because I'm going to fucking destroy you."
She flipped Jessie onto her stomach, pinning her face down on the oily kitchen floor. I could see Jessie's ass in the air, her pussy gleaming with a mixture of preserves, sweat, and her own juices.