Sexy Savages
Short Story by J. Coleman
Michelle was the kind of dark sleazy brunette they called a hussy in the old classic Hollywood movies because when she saw something she wanted, she got it, including men. If a man she wanted happened to be involved with another woman, she didn't care. Michelle had no problem winning a man from a rival by either out-performing her in bed or out-fighting her on the floor, it made no difference to the catty femme fatale how she won, as long as she won. She was pretty, had a nicely toned athletic body, small but nice breasts, and long shapely legs for her petite height of only five foot three.
Michelle's most recent conquest was a guy named Glenn who fell under her spell quite easily with a good portion of steamy sex and from her uncanny prowess at oral sex, a tool she readily used to win a man she was interested in.
Glenn's girlfriend, Becky, who worked out at the same gym as Michelle, knew that Glenn had begun seeing another woman, but didn't know who it was. She was infuriated at being beaten out by another girl and vowed that if she ever found out who the bitch was, she was going to dissect her with her fingernails.
Becky was very petite at 5'1 but had a great body with nicely rounded and firm "C" cup breasts that stood out dramatically on her tiny frame. With well proportioned legs and buttocks and beautiful shoulder length wavy golden hair, Becky was quite the little sex kitten.
It was a warm, sunny afternoon when Becky called Glenn to tell him she was going to stop by and pick the few remaining things she still had at his house now that they weren't seeing each other anymore. Glenn said fine and that he'd probably be out back but he'd leave the door open and she should just come in and get her things and leave. She slammed down the phone, infuriated at his uncaring attitude and at how casually he dismissed the importance of her wanting to pick up her things. She was not one to be toyed with like that.
Becky thought to herself that if he wanted someone else, she'd show him just what he was missing out on so she put on her sexiest little pair of lace panties which were a dark red in color and then slipped on a little floral print sundress that was a paper thin material, cut way too low, and was about a size too small. She turned several times, admiring in the mirror how the dress accented her nice body. She slipped on a pair of sandals, dabbed on a bit of very expensive perfume, and headed for Glenn's house.
Glenn was in the backyard, sitting in the shade and throwing down his fourth or fifth beer when Michelle came walking out the back door and into the yard.
"Hey baby, what's up?" Glenn asked, taking another swill of his cold one.
"You lover, always," she beamed, lightly stroking his cheek as she wiggled past and sat down beside him on an adjacent chair.
Michelle had on a tight little black sports bra/top with light grey trim around the edges, a matching pair of very brief shorts, and pair of white tennis shoes. Her long brown hair hung loose and was pulled around to one side, hanging freely over her left shoulder spilling down over her left breast.
"Got another one of those?" she asked, pointing to his beer.
"In the frig," he said. "Get two, I'm almost dry."
"What a gentleman," she said as she got up.
"I'm saving my strength," he said with a laugh.
"For what?" she said, stopping to look at him.
"I need all the strength I got to handle you in bed," he answered.
"You got that right, stud," she smiled and walked toward the house intentionally swaying her ass cheeks more than she needed to.
Michelle had just entered the kitchen when she heard a female voice say "Glenn?". She walked into the living room and then the entry hall just as Becky was pulling open the screen door to come inside.
"What do you want?" Kristen demanded, arrogantly cocking her hands on her hips as she blocked the hallway.
"You!?" Becky said loudly. "You're the bitch that stole my man!?"
"Stole is such a nasty word," Michelle said with a smug cockiness. "If prefer to think of it as creatively acquiring."
"That's what you gutter sluts do, isn't it?" Becky said, her voice dripping with venom.
"Excuse me?" Michelle said.
"Want me to spell it for you?" Becky fired, taking up her own defiant stance to show she wasn't intimidated.
"You come in uninvited in your little Shirley Temple looking fucking dress and start calling me names," Michelle said harshly, "I've got half a mind to rip your fucking hair out!"
"Oh yeah, bring it on bitch!" Becky challenged.
Michelle laughed. "You couldn't handle me, Goldilocks, I'd tear your little ass up."
"You talk good trash, but I'm not seeing anything to back it up," Becky continued, moving right in nose to nose with Michelle.
Another smile broke over Michelle's face but then instantly turned into a grimace as she threw a hard right hook into Becky's stomach bringing a groan from the surprised blonde as she doubled over in pain, grabbing at her stomach.
"I told you you couldn't handle me but you wouldn't listen," Michelle said as she grabbed a handful of blonde hair, straightened Becky up, and threw another hard punch into the stomach again. "Oh, that had to hurt!" Michelle taunted as the blonde doubled over once again, coughing and gasping for air.
With her left hand still grasping Becky's hair, Kristen pulled her upright again to throw another blow but this time Becky fought back and came up with all ten claws barred and went right for the brunette's hair. They immediately began struggling around the small hallway, bouncing off the walls while hissing and screeching and pulling each other's hair.
Michelle had a significant advantage on the hardwood floors being in tennis shoes which gave her a much firmer stance. Becky was struggling to keep her balance as her leather soled sandals slipped haphazardly on the polished floors as they struggled back and forth in their small arena.
Both girls seemed evenly matched at the outset with neither really having any kind of strength advantage. Michelle had 2 inches in height and about 10 pounds in weight over the blonde, but what Becky lacked in stature, she more than made up for in tenacity as the hair pulling battle raged on.
Glenn, still lounging in the shade of the backyard finally looked toward the house and furrowed his brow, wondering what all the screaming was and where his fresh beer was. Getting up and heading toward the house, he slowly climbed the few steps to the back porch and pulled open the screen door.
The screaming was louder now and accompanied by squeals and thuds so he quickened his pace and headed toward the front of the house. "What the fuck is..." he stopped in mid sentence as he saw Becky and Kristen viciously yanking and tugging at each other's hair in the hallway.
As he approached them, they spun off a wall and their momentum carried them through the archway into the living room, still maliciously trying to tear each other's hair out by the roots and completely oblivious to Glenn's presence.
"Okay, okay," he said, grabbing Becky by the back of the dress and forcing his other arm and then shoulder in between the two fighting women. "That's enough!"
Neither would let go of the other's hair and Glenn finally had to pry their hands free to finally get them separated. Even then, they each kept trying to get back at the other, cursing and threatening all the while.
"I'm gonna tear this bitch apart!" Michelle screamed.
"Come on now!" Glenn urged, "just calm down."
"Fuck you, bitch!" Becky yelled, jumping up enough to throw a slap over Glenn's should that lightly glanced off Michelle's face, infuriating the brunette all the more.
"Let me go, God Damnit!!" Michelle hissed, squirming and struggling to get away from Glenn's firm grasp.
"Fine!" Glenn finally said, letting them go. "You two wanna rip off each other's clothes and roll around on floor, go for it... I'm gettin' another beer."
"And stay out of it!" Becky ordered defiantly as he turned to walk away.
Instantly the two wildcats tore into each other again. Getting their legs entangled, they fell to the floor in a swirling melee of flailing arms and legs, knocking furniture out of place as they writhed about in the small living room.
They pulled hair, slapped, kicked, grabbed and clawed in a wild frenzy, still cursing and calling each other every name in the book as they fought. Becky's sexy little dress rode up around her waist now from the struggling and with her bare white thighs fully exposed, Kristen dug her claws in to the tender flesh that presented itself.
The blonde jumped and screamed in pain as Michelle's claws dug into her soft right thigh, dangerously close to the leg band of her skimpy lace panties. With the unseen barrier between a clean fight and a dirty fight now broken in Becky's opinion, she changed gears completely and began systematically shredding Kristen's clothing with mauling, machine-like precision. Stitching was strained the breaking point by clawing hands and as Kristen joined the strip fight, shards of tattered clothing began to litter the living room floor as more and more female flesh was uncovered.
Within minutes, both girls were totally nude save for a small string of black satin around Kristen's upper left thigh that only a moment before had been part of her thong panties.
"Holy shit!" Glenn commented has he walked back into the living room with a fresh beer and seeing both fighters now totally naked. "Now THIS is home entertainment!"
Casually leaning against the wall now with beer in hand, Glenn just watched, mesmerized by the incredibly erotic scene unfolding before his eyes.
Now completely without clothing or inhibitions, the two sexy little wildcats viciously mauled each other tooth and nail with no targets off limits, no kind of attack too depraved or taboo, no amount of pain too much. Breasts were savagely squeezed, twisted and pulled, nipples were pinched and gouged, bare cxnts were savagely punched and clawed and hair was being almost continually pulled by one hand or two.
They fought to their knees and exchanged punches and slaps, wildly flailing at no particular target, just anything they could reach in the heat of battle. Neither was a very experienced fighter so they had to rely on instinct rather than technique and at that moment, the instinct was pure blood lust and fiery primordial rage.
Still on their knees, Michelle managed to get Becky half bent over the sofa and to gain some advantage, she climbed up on the sofa above her enemy and wrapped her legs around Becky's neck in a head scissors while grabbing two fistfuls of her hair. She began swinging her interlocked legs back and forth, violently jerking the little blonde from side to side, still on the floor on her knees. Becky groped at Kristen's legs, clawing her thighs and calves and trying to pry the two legs apart that imprisoned her neck, choking off her air supply.
With nothing working, Becky dug a hand into Kristen's cxnt and clawed at the tender flesh. Kristen yelped and instantly released the scissors, kicking Becky in the forehead in the process, sending the blonde reeling backwards into a chair opposite the sofa. Becky jumped up quickly and dove at Michelle who was just getting up from the sofa. The fiery little blonde tackled the taller brunette back onto the sofa.
They fell together, laying full length now on the sofa with Kristen on her back and Becky on top. Becky had one leg between Michelle's and her knee was tightly pressed against Michelle's cxnt. They mauled each other's bare breasts with Becky's bigger tits taking the worst of the punishment since they were dangling beneath her while Michelle's smaller breasts were flattened out slightly from her being on her back. The brunette focused intently now on the dark brown nipples of her rival's tits, squeezing and torturing both nipples with eyes narrowed and lips curled back into an evil twisted half smile.
Even though on top, Becky knew Michelle was winning the tit fight so she upped the stakes and gave the brunette a solid kick in the cxnt with her knee. Michelle immediately arched her back and using a foot against the back of the sofa, pushed Becky off her, dumping the blonde onto the floor in front of the couch.
Becky struggled to her knees to rejoin the fight but Michelle was already in her hair with both hands, violently jerking the blonde's head from side to side while still in a half lying position of the sofa. Becky's heavy tits bobbed and swayed back and forth as Kristen savagely jerked her by the hair.
Glenn finished off his beer with a long swill, turning his head slightly so the tall can wouldn't impede his view of the catfight. Then, without taking his eyes off the two fighting women, he tossed the can onto the floor and popped the top on the other one he'd had the foresight to bring along, just in case.
Becky now was digging her talons into Michelle's hands trying to get her to release her hair and finally, when the pain became too intense, Michelle let go. Becky raised up on her knees now, immediately going again for the brunette's breasts but Kristen was a bit quicker and got the blonde in a headlock.
The scene now was incredible. Kristen was actually lying on the sofa on her back. She had the blonde pulled down on top of her with a powerful headlock applied that had Becky's face buried in Michelle's tits and her knees still on the floor in front of the sofa. As she tightened the headlock, Kristen used her free hand to pull Becky's blonde hair, bringing muffled screams from the blonde's lips.
Becky's tight little ass contracted rhythmically as she struggled against the powerful headlock. She got her legs straightened out under her and tried to push with her feet against the hardwood floor to get some leverage but all she succeeded in doing was inching forward slightly causing the top of her head to press against the back of the sofa. Her hands groped, grabbed and clawed at any part of Michelle they could reach in her blind rage now but the feisty brunette clung to her victim with vice-like force, not willing to risk any chance of escape and the swift and vicious retribution that would surely follow.
Becky finally gave up the pushing and pulled her knees back up underneath her and tried pulling instead, wedging her knees against the front of the sofa and summoning what upper body strength she had left. But Michelle was dead weight and virtually unmovable flat on her back as she was.
Desperate now, Becky began biting Michelle's tits which caused the brunette to instantly release the headlock and try to push the blonde away. Finding her weakness now, Becky went for the brunette's tits with her mouth wide open. She nipped, the bit deep, then clamped on and shook, then nipped more. All the while Michelle slapped and punched at her to get her away but still on her back, the advantage had now switched to Becky's favor and the buxom little blonde was fighting now as if she was possessed by a demonic cat spirit of some sort. Her eyes were fixed and glazed and she was feeding on Michelle's tits, now shiny and wet from saliva and perspiration, with one savage bite after another, mixing in some heavy clawing at the same time. She used her hands to squeeze Michelle's tits and then bite the flesh as it swelled between her fingers with an almost sadistic glee as she knew the fight was now nearly over.
Michelle was floundering now, wriggling, squirming, and writhing on the sofa, unable to escape the wild eyed biting blonde. No matter what Michelle did, Becky went on unphased. Punches and slaps had no effect and hair pulling did little more than make Becky bite even harder. Michelle was now crying and begging the blonde to stop but it fell on deaf ears as Becky brutally punished her victim, not about to let up.
Then as Kristen finally went limp and quit fighting back, Becky slowly dragged the spent brunette down the floor. Positioning her victim on her back, Becky climbed on top of her in a straddle, sitting squarely on the brunette's stomach. She leaned forward and took two fistfuls of Michelle's long dark hair and with teeth clenched and sweat dripping from the tip of her nose, she raised Kristen's head up and slammed it against the floor.
"That's for stealing my man," she sputtered. Then she repeated the head slam. "And that's for calling me Goldilocks!" And once again, saying "And THAT'S for ripping my favorite dress, BITCH!"
Michelle's eyes now rolled back in her head as she faded in and out of consciousness.
"Oh no you don't," Becky warned. "You stay awake, I'm not done with you yet, slut!" Then Becky turned to Glenn, "Get me a beer, NOW!"
Glenn complied with a surprised look on his face since he'd never seen Becky act that surly or demanding and even more surprised at how the sexy little blonde totally destroyed Michelle. He'd have bet money on Michelle to easily best Becky in just about any kind of fight.
"You fucked with the wrong bitch this time!" Becky continued as Glenn went to get her a beer. Staring at her groggy opponent, Becky was using her knees on the floor to keep from sliding off her sweaty rival since her bare wet cxnt was positioned on Michelle's bare stomach.
Taking the beer that Glenn offered, Becky downed almost half of the cool, incredibly refreshing brew. Using the back of her hand to wipe some foam from her pretty lips, Becky glanced over a Glenn, back at Michelle, then again at Glenn.
"Take your pants off!" she ordered tersely.
"What!?"
"Take your fucking pants off!" Becky ordered even louder.
"Why?" he demanded, not intimidated by her demeanor.
"I want you to fuck me," she said, "right here, right now, on top of this bitch."
"You're crazy," Glenn said, but he unzipped his fly anyway and dropped his pants, unable to resist the urge to get on the floor with the two women.
As Glenn finally shed his pants, Becky swilled remaining beer and tossed the can.
"Well, you gonna roll over or what?" Glenn asked impatiently with a growing erection.
"Uh uh," she shook her head and raised up on her knees. "From behind, dog style."
"You're one crazy fucking bitch!" Glenn said as he knelt down and slowly got into position on his knees behind the blonde.
She reached back and stroked his cock gently at first, then harder, rubbing her glistening, sweaty back against his chest. Glenn reached around and gently cupped her breasts with each hand and she began rubbing her ass against his cock now, still on her knees straddling Michelle who was only now beginning to realize what was going on. She stirred slightly and Becky was on her instantly, digging both hands in her hair and bent forward to where her bigger tits were smothering Michelle's smaller globes. Michelle tried to pull Becky's hair in retaliation but had little left.
With Becky's ass still stuck up in the air, Glenn inched forward and slid his member into the blonde's wet pussy bringing a long slow moan from her lips as she thrust backwards to drive him deeper.
Using her thumbs to pry Michelle's eyelids open, Becky rocked back and forth as Glenn thrust in and out of her from behind. Her lips were parted and she was breathing eratically as her heavy tits swayed and bounced with each thrust of Glenn's cock.
"C'mon bitch!" Becky ordered. "Watch! Watch me get fucked while I ride you like an amusement park ride!"
Michelle's eyes then got wide as she saw Glenn behind the blonde, pumping her hard while holding onto to sides to force each thrust deeper. She immediately began to fight again, this time harder as she dug deep for strength to avoid this ultimately demeaning humiliation.
Both girls' bare tits mashed and rubbed together in a sweaty slippery fight of their own as the hair pulling battle was renewed with a new found fervor. Becky was now violently pumping and bucking and gyrating, getting fucked from behind while viciously catfighting the wild brunette beneath her. She slammed her hips backwards into Glenn's loins, literally pulling Michelle's head up with each slam. Then Glenn would drive forward, pushing Becky forward and banging Michelle's head against the floor. The wild orgy continued like this for several minutes with both girls screaming and squealing, ripping at each other's hair, grinding and writhing in three way unison.
Nearing orgasm now, Becky finally released Michelle's hair and put her hands on the floor on either side of Michelle's head. Michelle arched up and sunk her teeth into the blonde's tits but Becky didn't care, she just fucked harder. As Glenn continued to pump harder and harder, Becky began sliding forward until her knees were pressed against Michelle's arm pits. Kristen was still weakly grabbing and clawing at the blonde but Becky was lost in an orgasmic frenzy now, oblivious to everything but the cock inside her.
Then Becky tensed, sucked in a large breath, and squealed a high pitched squeal as the wave of thundering orgasms washed over her, carrying her to new heights of unabashed pleasure. Then falling forward slightly, Becky smothered Michelle's face with her sweaty tits, using a hand on each side to totally encapsulate the brunette's face with tit flesh as Glenn took one final thrust and shot his load into her.
Glenn went limp and fell backwards while Becky continued to convulse for several seconds as orgasmic aftershocks electrified her and sent pulses of erotic pleasure coursing through every inch of her sexy little body.
Finally she pulled back and sat back down on Michelle's stomach, slowly and sensuously grinding and rotating her still excited cxnt against the brunette's bare stomach.
"Now you're my bitch!" Becky sneered at her victim. "I own you and you'll do what I say."
She heard Glenn laugh from behind her. "You are one crazy bitch!" he said.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet, honey," Becky said.
The end
