Although Donna had wanted to get caught in the act of bedding Sherisa's husband, she nevertheless felt a bit violated by the aggressiveness with which Sherisa had dug her nails deep into Donna's left shoulder, spinning her around to confront her. Moreover, when Donna stood and lifted her arm to parry Sherisa's arm away from her, she noticed, visually and tactilely, for the first time that Sherisa was fully clothed against an unseasonably South Alabama cold front--thick leather jacket over a heavy blouse, and tight jeans highlighting Sherisa's perfect supermodel ass. (Was the sight of that ass one of the reasons Pat craved his annual birhday 69 session with Sherisa?)
Donna belatedly realized the tactical disadvantage of Sherisa's heavy clothing versus Donna's own nudity in their imminent bedroom catfight--Sherisa's clothes served as a vitual body of armor, making 95% of her flesh inaccessible to Donna's fists and nails (and, if things came to it, her teeth).
> Why does you take that coat off, .... and everything else, too .... and get comfortable, sweetie? Face me woman to woman. [Donna wondered if her challenge betrayed her fear of fighting nude against a fully clothed opponent.]
> [It did.] Oh, uh -huh, I don't think so, slut. You get yourself into this. Get yourself out. If these clothes come off, you're gonna hafta take 'em off.
To emphasize her defiance, Sherisa punched Donna right in the cheek.
The smack echoed thru the bedroom.
The stunned women stared at the object of their rivalry, Patrick. Although he had just fucked Donna, he was already erect again, and was pleasuring himself to his current wife and ex-girlfriend staring each other down. He had imagined this showdown in his mind since he began his long-distance affair with Donna in Orlando. Now it was about to happen.
Donna and Sherisa came together and seized each other by the shoulders. Donna was attempting to wrestle Sherisa's leather coat off, Sherisa was attempting to rake Donna's upper body with as many scratches as she could.
Donna was thrilled, and aroused, by the feel of Sherisa's leather on her fingers and palms, and then on her breasts as they pushed into Sherisa.
Sherisa was thrilled by the feeling of her nails on Donna's taut flesh. Although Donna was older than Sherisa, her skin still had a youthfil tightness and suppleness. Sherisa wondered if Pat enjoyed carressing and massaging Donna's shoulders when Donna sucked Pat's cock in their Orlando love nest.
Did guys enjoy blow jobs that much that they would have affairs over them? Sherisa always felt empty after blowing a guy. She hated the taste of cum. In college, she had heard that if the guy drank pineapple juice before oral sex, the cum would taste better, but that seemed like an urban myth after 2 or 3 disappointing attempts. Her jaw hurt and cramped while working an erect cock. Guys didn't want it licked--they wanted it inside the girl's mouth. But with no teeth. How was that even physically possible.
Teeth.
She wanted to use her teeth on Donna.
She wanted to knock a couple of Donna's teeth out.
Why not do both? Instead of punching Donna in the cheek, she swung it hitting Donna full in the mouth. The nude warrior's blonde mane quaked at receiving the direct blow, and she fell back on the bed. Sherisa dove onto her prone foe and sank her teeth into Donna' already wounded left shoulder.
> [Donna shrieks in shocked pain.] Biting??? You BITCH!!!
> That's right. I'm a bitch. And you picked a fight with the wrong one.
To be continued....
