I discovered Jenny, my g/f, kissing with another woman at her house door. I was furious, got out of the car and started screaming at them. The woman was about my age, strong and sexy, a redhead with long hair and glasses. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”, I screamed at her face. She was calm, smiling, not moving an inch. “Nice meeting you, and I am kissing a beautiful woman, willing to accept my kisses. And who are you?”. “I am Mayra, bitch, her girl friend”. “Well, I am Jane, and we like each other, unless she decides otherwise. And… I don’t take insults nicely, bitch”. Jenny spoke for the first time: “Mayra, Jane, do not fight please, I like you both”. “You shut up, disloyal slut”, I hissed nose to nose with her. She started crying and Jane spoke again: “Listen, Mayra, insulting us is not going to solve anything. You heard Jenny, she likes both of us”. “She is mine, and only mine!”, I screamed in her face. “Oh, really? Like a slave? You are really too much, Mayra and you should learn manners”, she said carefully pulling her glasses off and putting them into her purse. I noticed that was a menacing gesture, and Jenny noticed it also. “Please, Jane, stop… Mayra, please”. “Enough of this bitching, sweetie. I hate to be insulted and crowded. This bitch needs to be taught a lesson”, growled Jane. “And who is teaching me, you whore?”, I screamed again.
For once, Jenny controlled the situation. She got firmly between us, put her hands on our chests and said: “I don’t want this, but if you are decided to fight for me, don’t do it in the middle of the street, like street whores. Come over inside”.
We followed her briskly. I was feeling my chest burning and I was excited about the situation. It was not going to be my first fight, but I had the feeling that Jane was not novice either. Once in her living room, Jenny made a final attempt to stop the fight, but I was heated up, and Jane, though ominously calmed, was looking as if she would jump at any moment. Jenny separated some furniture, and asked: “At least, as you are ladies, I hope you can set some decent rules, will you?”. “Rules? Tell her to leave you alone”, I said. Jane said coolly: “You are being stubborn and ridiculous. No holds barred, except scratching eyes and kicking pussies, if that’s ok with you”. “Anything!”, I snapped and started to pull off my dress. “Oh, you want naked?”, said Jane. “Unless you consider it immoral or something. I don’t want to rip my expensive dress”, I said sardonically.
She got naked in a few seconds and after pulling off her panties in a swift move she threw them to my face and with lightning speed she grabbed my hair and slapped my face hard and then the other cheek with the back of her hand. I screamed and she then punched my belly brutally, pushed me against the wall and my head slammed painfully as I tried to stop her with my extended arms. Getting all my strength, collecting memories of other fights and knowing this would be a brutal fight I launched my right foot into her abdomen and when she doubled I crashed my knee on her chin. She fell like a rag doll, but she incredibly rolled over and stood up. In the next move, we clinched by the necks with one hand and starting slamming the other on tits and bellies with all our will to hurt.
Sideways I could see Jenny, face flushed with excitement, her hand between her legs and mouth open, letting saliva slide to her chin. Jane and I were already sweaty and I could feel our smells, strong and musky. We bit each other necks until we tasted blood, while both screamed and our eyes filled with tears. Our big boobs smashed when we bear hugged clawing our manicured nails on our backs, both groaning, breathing hard and punching our sides.
We fell to the floor and rolled over and over, trying to get advantage over the other, our legs tangled, our hairy pussies locked, nipples almost painfully hard, our sweat rolling and making our bodies slippery and smelly. We continued slapping and punching each other, kneeing our thighs and biting occasionally. Jenny was in trance, masturbating herself frantically, as we kept hurting each other. Apparently, violence was a turn on for her, an aspect I didn’t know.
Suddenly Jane slid a hand between my legs, grabbed a handful of my thick bush and pulled savagely, filling my eyes again with tears. I did the same to her and for a few minutes our fingers tangled and pulled on our bushes. We screamed more and bite our necks again.
But something was wrong. In spite of the increasing pain, I was feeling aroused, feeling my pussy juicy against Jane’s, my belly cramping in sexual pleasure and it was soon that I realized Jane was also juicy and aroused. We looked at each other surprised, even shocked when suddenly our hands, instead of pulling hairs started caressing our mounds, our hips moving rhythmically and our breasts rubbing sensually. Our mouths locked in a lusty and deep kiss, sucking our tongues and our moans and groans were of sexual desire instead of pain.
Our orgasm was spectacular, our sweaty bodies shaking powerfully, arching, spasming, our cxnts gushing juices, our hands clawing on our ass cheeks, painfully but in passion, our screams hidden by our passionate kiss, our sexual scents filling the room more powerfully that the smells of sweat.
It was a long orgasm. When we broke the kiss, Jane whispered: “Maybe we can share Jenny”
