Lindsey and Nicole both arrived to their homes within 20 minutes of each other. Both had kept eyes on each other’s cars until Nicole turned off at her normal intersection. They lived in sister towns, small enough that they shared a middle school and about 30-45 minutes away from their former employer. Both towns were known as sleepy, quiet, middle class suburbs.
Both women lived alone, had no children or ex-husbands. Both were driven by power and money to one day be corporate executives. Family would come later.
However, both women faced levels of uncertainty they had never experienced before. They each had mortgages, bills and taxes to worry about meeting for the first time.
In a fit of rage, Nicole grabbed a pillow from her sofa and tore at it with the ferociousness of a rabid dog. She tossed the pillow across the room, sat on the couch, and sobbed into her hands.
Lindsey entered her house in a state of shock. She stood in her living room and pulled out strands of loose hair in complete silence before collapsing to the floor and wailing in frustration and anger.
It took a couple of days for the women to begin to accept their predicaments. And they were both pretty pissed off.
Lindsey, unaware that Nicole was doing the same, had typed and deleted at least 50 texts demanding another fight. The desire was there, but the pain was still too real of the consequence from their last encounter.
On Thursday evening, Lindsey was in her home office updating her resume when her phone vibrated. She didn’t recognize the number but the message was from Linda, her coworker who walked in on the near locker room battle.
“Hi Lindsey. It’s Linda. Everyone kinda knows what happened and a lot is rumor but we all know you both aren’t coming back. Just know I’m on your side and I hope you kicked her ass. If you two ever fight again, I want to be there to cheer you on. That must have been one hot battle.”
“Thanks” was all Lindsey texted back as she went back to preparing for new employment.
Neither Lindsey nor Nicole were aware of what was happening.
Nicole received the same text from Linda. The difference was in Linda’s response: “Maybe you will.”
Lindsey heard her phone vibrate a few seconds later. The text read “I heard Nicole wants to fight you again.”
Lindsey sat pensive for a moment.
“Tell whoever told you that to give me the time and location. Fuck that bitch.”
“You could fight here at my place. Lots of room. Saturday night?”
“Fine.”
Nicole’s phone immediately vibrated. Nicole read the same text: “I heard Lindsey wants to fight you again.”
“Fine by me. Fuck her. Get me a time and place.”
“How about at my place? Lots of room. Saturday night?”
“Ok. Send me the address.”
Linda’s hands were shaking with excitement as she texted her address to both combatants.
Linda lived alone in a large top-floor condo overlooking the city. At only 33, she was quite young for a widow. Her husband died in combat, leaving her a nice insurance bundle. She was quite comfortable, but was missing excitement in her life, and the thought of watching these two incredibly sexy women fight in front of her excited her to near orgasm. She could barely contain herself. She whisked her panties off, threw herself onto her couch and fingered herself to explosion.
After her orgasm subsided, Linda called Marsha, her best friend and coworker who was present for the near catfight at the gym.
“Oh my god,” Linda yelled into the air above her phone, set to speaker. “They are fighting here on Saturday night.”
“What? Oh my… did you set this up?” asked Marsha. “That’s dirty if you did.”
“Do you want to watch this or what?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Then my place Saturday night,” Linda said as she hung up. She was horny enough to ring her bell a second time. So, she did.
Neither Lindsey nor Nicole could sleep Thursday night. They were nervous, anxious, angry, sad, confused, and wanting very badly to take all these feelings out on their enemy.
They both fantasized about the damage they were to inflict on each other. At the same time, they were becoming aroused at the thought of contact between each other. The memories of their pussy-to-pussy contact during the fight sexually excited them. They did not want to be aroused, but they couldn’t help it. Both women, a town apart, eased their fingers slowly between their pussy lips and as they lay in bed wanting sleep but also wanting. The rubbing became more intense as they relived their moment of sexual arousal during their violent embrace in Jeff’s conference room.
Lindsey’s bed shook as she shouted “fucking bitch” and came hard.
“Oh you fucking cxnt!” screamed Nicole as she rocked her bed in an explosive orgasm.
Both reached for their phones and sent a text “Saturday night, cxnt.” Both texts were sent and arrived simultaneously, so quickly, it took a second for each to realize it was a reply text.
Both women felt a sense of relief, and exhaustion finally carried them off to sleep.
Friday morning had been one week since the fight and losing their jobs. The bruises were mostly healed, the aches and pains subsided, and each woman finally felt rested enough to try and enjoy a normal day.
Lindsey woke, enjoyed a cup of coffee and sent her resume to three local corporations for positions in finance and program management. She felt confident that she would at least get an interview. With growing self-esteem she decided today might be a good day to finally leave the house and go for a jog at the town running trail. She threw on a pair of yoga shorts and sports bra, a pair of sneakers she had not worn in a while, gave herself a quick once-over in the mirror, and took off to get some fresh air.
Nicole woke and contemplated maybe having had enough of the corporate world. She spent Friday morning developing a TikTok account for her workout routine. She had something to market, looks that obviously sell, and felt like this could be easy money if she was smart about it. After finalizing her plan, she thought it might do her some good to finally leave the house. Perhaps a run on the town trail could get her feeling like herself again. She threw on some yoga shorts, a sports bra, sneakers, checked herself out in the mirror. She looked hot. Off she went to get some fresh air.
It was a warm, beautiful day. Sunny, clear sky, not too humid. Great day for a run.
The town park trail was shared between the sister towns. Nicole pulled up in her sporty convertible and immediately noticed Lindsey’s Jeep parked close by.
Nicole felt apprehension about being at the park and facing a potential public confrontation. She also felt electrified by the idea of seeing her enemy and intimidating her by showing her physical superiority and recovery from last week’s fight.
Nicole exited her car and made her way to the trail. She froze.
Lindsey had just started stretching and warming up as Nicole approached. Lindsey, bent at the hips, showing off her taught butt cheeks and smooth, toned thighs, looked past her left knee and notice Nicole approaching. She immediately jumped and spun around. She placed her hands on spread hips and thrust out her tits at the approaching enemy.
Nicole, unfazed, continued toward Lindsey, stopping just a few feet away.
There were several young families playing in the park and not far enough away for the privacy needed for a fight, but the atmosphere between these two women was tense.
“You like staring at my ass bitch?” Lindsey asked in a husky tone just above a whisper as the women stood facing each other, now both in a stance that attempted to display dominance.
“Not as much as I would enjoy kicking it,” Nicole responded in the same tone. “But that’s obviously not happening right here with kids around.”
“Nope, but I would like to find a spot,” Lindsey said.
“We have a spot; tomorrow night, and I can’t wait,” Nicole said as she stepped closer and leaned toward Lindsey. “I’m going to fuck you up.”
“I hate you cxnt, and I can’t wait for tomorrow,” Lindsey replied.
Their eyes were fiery with rage. Their hearts were racing. Breaths were audible and forced. Their chests rose and fell with each breath.
“I came here to stretch and run, so why don’t you go somewhere else before we fight right here,” Lindsey continued as she slowly lowered herself to the grassy park surface. She spread her legs wide open to begin stretching. She was trying to now ignore Nicole.
“Nope,” Nicole said. “I think I would rather join you,” as she mirrored Lindsey’s movement.
Both women were now in front of each other, legs spread wide, their camel toes highly pronounced behind the thin material of their shorts.
They locked eyes and bent forward, both giving their enemy a nice view of cleavage.
“I bet you liked mashing your wet pussy into mine during the fight, huh bitch?” Nicole said in a tone just above a whisper. “I know my body gets you hot, bitch.”
“Not as much as you liked it, whore. I had your pussy juice all over my thighs. You were leaking all over me, cxnt” Lindsey snapped back.
It was obvious this conversation was bringing back feelings of hateful lust. Both noticed wetness and swelling starting to happen in their enemies shorts.
“Hurting you turns me on, bitch,” Nicole said as she reached forward to her right ankle with both arms.
“Same here, cxnt” Lindsey shot back as she mirrored Nicole’s movement. Neither woman breaking eye contact.
The woman alternated stretches as they quietly cursed each other.
“Fucking bitch.”
“I fucking hate you.”
“cxnt.”
“Whore.”
The animosity was becoming so strong, a fight was quickly becoming inevitable.
“I want to hit you.”
“I want to rip your tits off.”
The violent rhetoric was having an intoxicating effect on both women. Their minds were swirling and their pussies were absolutely saturated.
The energy around them was emanating through the park. The level of intensity carried to nearly every young father at the park. Wives were becoming jealous or intrigued or both.
As Nicole and Lindsey started to notice the awkward silence around them, they stood up. This was no place to fight. Not with kids around.
Lindsey started jogging. Nicole quickly followed, and immediately caught up.
Running side by side along the trail, the women continued taunting each other.
“You probably wish you had tits like mine to show off,” Nicole huffed as she reached out and slapped the underside of Lindsey’s bouncing tits.
“Mine are nicer than yours, bitch,” Lindsey said between breaths, and slapped back at Nicole’s bouncing jugs.
The women continued jogging, but slowed to elbow and shove each other.
They eventually came to a stop along a tree-line separating the park from the jogging trail and, as if on cue, both women pinched one of their rival’s nipples hard through the thin sports bra material, and pulled each other face to face. Their perspiring, toned bellies slapped together.
The enemies tried to hide their pain as they taunted each other to fight.
“Right here, cxnt. Let’s go.”
“Let’s do it, bitch.”
They were just about to lock up in a violent embrace when they heard giggling. They quickly turned to see two young boys trying to hide behind a holly bush.
Unsure of how much action the boys witnessed, the stepped apart. They gave each other hateful stares, and then jogged off in different directions.
As both women ran, they could feel the sticky sweat of their rival on their bellies, and could smell the sweet, womanly essence from their brief encounter. The smell had an intoxicating effect on both women. Their pussy lips and clits began to swell as they were reminded of their violent crotch grinding duel during last Friday’s fight.
After several minutes of sexually torturing herself on her run, Lindsey needed release. She ducked into the tree-line, and spotted a small clearing right behind a decorative bolder with an approximate height of about 4 feet that must have once been publicly noticeable. She squatted and leaned against the giant rock. She trust her hand into her shorts and roughly rubbed her engorged labia and clit. She kept as quiet as she could.
Lindsey was so focused on her impending orgasm, she didn’t hear Nicole enter the clearing from the opposite direction; ducking down on the opposite side of the boulder to quickly finger herself for release.
Neither woman noticed each other as their breathing was in synch. Their hearts were racing in their ears.
Lindsey shoved two fingers in her wet,
smooth pussy and let out an audible moan.
Nicole had been mercilessly rubbing her clit and let out an audible gasp of nearing a colossal orgasm.
They immediately heard each other and recognized their rival’s presence.
“Fuck you,” Lindsey heavily breathed with hatred as she increased her finger’s speed and force.
“Oh, fuck you too,” Nicole angrily breathed back, now ramming fingers inside her dripping pussy.
“I fffffucking hate yoooooooouuuu!” Lindsey loudly moaned as an orgasm rushed through her.
“Ooooooh, cxnt! OoooooO!” Nicole moaned back as she gushed pussy juices onto her fingers.
Both women remained leaning on their side
of the rock, breathing heavy. Sweating. Hearts pounding. Unable to talk for several minutes.
Just as they were about to stand up, they heard the fast-approaching feet of other joggers on the trail.
“Oooh, I smell sex,” breathed one of the joggers as they got close to Lindsey and Nicole’s location. “Mmm, making my pussy wet.”
“Oh, yeah, wow,” breathed the other jogger. “My clit just got hard.”
“Maybe we should go find a spot to grind our pussies.”
“Ooh, ok.”
They could be heard slapping each other’s asses and giggling as they continued past Lindsey and Nicole.
The enemies rose to their feet and turned to each other, separated by the large rock. Their busty chests heaved, faces flush, and were unable to see the saturation marks on each other’s shorts.
They both leaned toward each other over the rock, arms extended. Faces closing within a few inches.
“Thinking about me, were you?” asked Nicole.
“And you weren’t thinking about me, bitch?” Lindsey responded.
They both reached out and took a fist full of hair and exchanged a slap before shoving away from each other, and froze after hearing a gasp and “Oh my god!”
Lindsey and Nicole stood completely still as the two young joggers entered the clearing. Both college age, and most likely attending the local university not far from the trail.
The girls were both wearing super tight yoga shorts and tank tops.
“We smelled your sex, and came here to fuck” said the young brunette as she peeled down her shorts, exposing a neatly trimmed line of hair above her swollen pussy. “You two are fucking hot and now I can’t wait to fuck!”
The young blonde quickly peeled her shorts off while just gawking at the two women who were just about to engage is a savage contest of physical domination.
Both girls reached out and began fingering and rubbing each other hard as they slunk down to scissor fuck right in front of Lindsey and Nicole, who were both shocked but now becoming incredibly aroused.
The girls pounded their pussies hard together with audible slaps of wetness. They were looking at each other and at Nicole and Lindsey who were roughly rubbing themselves through the thin material of their soaked shorts.
As the girls began to loudly moan toward orgasm Lindsey and Nicole stepped toward the girls and stood close beside each other. Nicole accidentally elbowed Lindsey as she feverishly rubber her pussy. Nicole intentionally returned an elbow to Nicole’s ribs as she crushed her hand hard against her near convulsing vagina.
The sight of these two girls splashing their cxnts together and the increasing tension between Nicole and Lindsey was too much.
Lindsey pulled her shorts down and buried two fingers in her pussy just as Nicole did the same. All four women were on the verge of a massive orgasm when Nicole and Lindsey unintentionally leaned against each other. The women stopped fingering themselves and shoved at each other. They reached up and grabbed hair and began slapping and punching each other. The shorts around their ankles caused them to fall next to the girls who were now in turbo mode.
“Oh my god, they’re fighting! This is so f-f-f-fucking H-awwwwwww!” One girl screamed as the other jackhammered her pussy with her own.
“Ooooooh my god!” yelled the other girl as both girls exploded pussy juice against each other.
The girls didn’t have much time to recover and realized they had a fight to break up.
Lindsey and Nicole were now head to head on their knees with one hand in each other’s hair while swinging wildly for each other’s faces with uppercuts and stinging slaps as they tried to keep their faces close to the mulch and dirt. Their shapely asses facing out away from them, exposing their still swollen and wet pussies.
The blonde girl had an idea, and motioned for her brunette friend to follow her lead. The blonde knelt down and began licking Lindsey’s ass and roughly fingering her. The brunette began doing the same to Nicole.
After a few seconds, the punches and slaps began to slow. Moans started becoming audible.
“Let’s have a contest,” the blonde whispered loudly. “Which one of you has the better pussy? Who will make me or my friend cum first? Fuck our pussies.”
Slowly, the women broke apart and released their grips. They slid their shorts down over their ankles.
The blonde and brunette girls sat back-to-back with their legs spread wide as the women took position to scissor fuck them while being able to look at each other, taunt each other, and take their rage out on the girls’ soaking cxnts.
Lindsey pressed her pussy hard against the blonde’s and Nicole did the same to the brunette.
“My girl is coming first, whore,” huffed Lindsey.
“Fuck you, skank, my pussy is going to make her cum first,” Nicoles huffed back.
Both women let out rivalrous grunts as they began slamming their pussies into the college girls’ wide open vaginas.
Nicole and Lindsey traded evil glares, snarls and curses as they ferociously splashed with the girls. Both girls were moaning and trying to hold back orgasms.
This battle solved nothing as all four of them simultaneously exploded with full-body quakes and tremors after only a few minutes.
The girls slipped their shorts back on and offered to walk the two slightly older women back to their cars. Without a word, both women got dressed and accepted the escort, occasionally giving each other evil glares as they made their way to the parking lot.
Once they reached the parking area, they each only had two words for each other before driving home: “tomorrow night.”
