Angela rushed to the hospital in the ambulance with Roger. He had a nasty gash to the back of his head, and was strapped tightly to the vehicle’s wheeled stretcher to prevent further injury.
Leigh and Kris were in such shock, they didn’t notice Angela rush into the yard, screaming about her injured son. There was just ringing in their ears as they watched Roger take Mark’s crushing blows.
The police arrived quickly due to Angela’s 911 call the moment she saw Mark through the kitchen sliding-glass window.
She almost regretted making the call as she watched him drop his pants and start cranking his cock at the site of Roger banging two super hot women in between brutal bouts of naked, raunchy female combat.
Angela hiked her skirt all the way up to her abdomen, dropped her panties, and practically fisted herself as she took in the whole incredible scene. She totally forgot about the 911 call.
She watched Mark shoot a load of cum against the window, and lost her mind - ramming four fingers in and out of her soaked hole. She could barely contain a scream as she lost control to an insanely intense orgasm. Her nipples hurt from tugging on them through her T-shirt as she climaxed.
She watched in amazement as Mark never stopped masturbating and shortly spurted another load at the door.
And then she was horrified. Mark ripped open the door, grabbed a 2x4 from the deck and charged Roger, striking him with two devastating blows. Angela screamed, running into the yard. Both her and Mark, naked from the waist down, started pushing at each other as the cops entered the yard with guns drawn.
The cops looked around briefly, and then looked for a camera crew.
“Holy fuck, this is real!” yelled one cop. “Get the fuck on the ground!” as he trained his gun on Mark who dropped the bloody 2x4 and complied.
As one cop placed cuffs on Mark, the others looked around stunned by what they saw; two incredibly hot, scratched and bloody naked women holding each other, shaking, crying, and covered head to toe in what appeared to be male ejaculate, another half-naked, very attractive woman in her early 40s being restrained from trying to tear Mark apart, and what could possibly be a dead, naked young man, face down in the grass next to a half-naked man in custody for at least assault, if not murder.
“This is going to be one fucked up report,” mentioned one cop just as EMS arrived to take Roger to the hospital.
This had been two years ago now, and the scars were mostly healed - both literally and figuratively. Roger’s lawsuit against Mark’s estate only took a couple of months. Roger was satisfied - in pretty much every way; permanent, giant boner, two hot women fighting for him and fucking him on demand, and getting other women involved - for life. He really had a hard time trying to complain about anything - no pun intended.
In the two years that passed, Angela still fantasized about every moment of that sunny, Saturday fall afternoon. With therapy, she was even able to block out the tragic ending to that afternoon. She had since replaced her son with her husband Steve in her fantasies; her jealous, lustful rage trigging highly intense orgasms.
Angela was no slouch. She was 42, toned, athletic, and quite attractive at 5’6. She had breast augmentation following the births of her two sons, giving her ample DD tits. She was very active and played tennis, kayaked and paddle boarded. She had kind, saucer-like brown eyes and wavy blonde hair that just touched her shoulder blades. She often didn’t show off her body, but she did when she had therapy.
Her psychologist, Janine, was in her mid-30s, and was a fucking knock-out. She literally worked her way through college as a stripper. That experience was what led to her being one of the most renowned psychologists in the state for dealing with sexual trauma.
Janine always dressed professionally - even when the sessions with Angela were just beginning. That changed when Angela started talking about her aggressive sexual fantasies involving other women.
Now when Angela arrived, Janine made sure to dress and look more and more like one of Angela’s fantasy women.
Today, Janine wore a cheerleading outfit. She looked so fucking hot. Her long, tan legs fully exposed to just above the bottom of her asscheeks. The varsity sweater strained against her DDs. Her thick eyeliner, heavy mascara brought her All-American prom queen candidate character to life. Her long blonde hair in a pony tail, her glossy red fingernails, doused in cheap perfume, she was ready to take Angela to the next level.
Angela knocked promptly at 11:30. She looked like a trailer park whore. She had ripped, denim jean shorts that left nothing to the imagination, no shoes, and a knotted button-down flannel shirt. She wore nothing underneath.
“Come in,” announced Janine as she swiveled in her chair, making sure Angela could see the neat patch of pubic hair under her skirt as she walked in.
Angela opened the door and froze. “You look just like that fucking bitch,” she said as she gazed at Janine. The sight of her therapist made her heart feel like it was in her throat.
Janine was equally in shock. In an earlier session, both women explained who their most intense rival was in intimate detail in order to come to terms with jealously and resentment. Angela apparently took notes and dressed exactly how Janine described her rival. Janine was not expecting both women to have the same strategy this session.
Janine cleared her throat and offered the couch to Angela. Janine was becoming highly sexually aroused and tried to control herself to lead the session.
“Is there a reason you decided to dress like my fantasy today Angela?” she asked as the whore took her seat.
“I thought you might dress like mine today,” Angela replied as she sat back, spreading her legs, revealing the site of her vulva pushing out around a slight bit of damp denim material. “So, I thought this could be interesting. I’m ready to take things to another level.”
“That’s good,” replied Janine as she spread her thighs, giving Angela a glimpse of her own swollen pussy. “I think we should. Where do you want to start?”
Angela slid her hand down and covered her pussy, massaging it as she began to explain what she wanted from this session.
“I want to fight you, Janine,” Angela said in low, sultry voice. “I want to kick the shit out of a slutty cheerleader and make her eat my pussy until I cum all over her face. That’s what I want.”
“Then I think you came to just the right place, Angela,” replied Janine as she spread and massaged her pussy in full view of Angela’s now lustful eyes. “I want to fight a whore until she submits to me.”
Both women were entranced by the sight of each other. Lust, anger and resentment were surfacing. Their glares hardened. They began rubbing their pussies harder as they sneered at each other.
“You really want to fight me, bitch?” growled Janine?
“I want to destroy you,” Angela grunted as she inserted two fingers into her soaked vagina.
Janine stood up, and so did Angela, they got right in each other’s faces, pressed tits to tits, still fingering themselves.
They got nose to nose.
“I’m going to fuck you up,” Janine whispered into Angela’s mouth. She then withdrew her fingers and flicked her pussy juice in Angela’s face.
Before Angela could return the favor, Janine pushed Angela back onto the couch.
“Follow me to the next room,” Janine said as she strode to the other end of the office.
The heavy, elaborate door opened to an empty conference room. The only thing in the room was thick carpeting, a mirrored window, and another thin door. Janine locked the door, tossed the key in a corner, sauntered toward the sliding, mirrored window. Her asscheeks swayed in a mesmerizing way. Angela could not take her eyes off her amazing ass, nearly on full display under her ridiculously short cheerleading skirt.
“I invited a guest,” Janine said and slid the window open, revealing Steve, tied to a chair with a ball gag in his mouth and a tight cock ring around the base of his 12”, rock-hard shaft. “He can be a trophy too,” she said as she slid the window shut.
Angela was furious and charged the door to the observation room to rescue Steve. He looked so helpless with his thin, receding hairline, flabby man boobs, and stuffed with a ball gag. His cock looked amazing though. For Angela, it was all that mattered.
Janine raced and blocked the door for Angela, who struck out and landed a sharp, hard slap to Janine’s face.
“Ooh, you fucking bitch!”
And the fight was on way earlier than anticipated. No rules were discussed. No discussion of what the outcome should be. It was now just two insanely pissed off women out to be beat the shit out of each other.
“oof,” Angela exhaled as a knee to the abdomen nearly knocked the wind out of her.
“Erreah!” screamed Janine as nails tore into her face.
Swinging and kicking wildly at each other evoked shrieks of pain and rage.
They tumbled to the floor. Janine landing on top momentarily. Through closed eyes, as Angela’s hands crimped Janine’s face, Janine was able to say “I haven’t fucked him.”
Angela pushed Janine off of her. Both women stood and circled each other. Angela’s knotted shirt had come undone. Janine’s skirt was now above her hips.
“This was supposed to therapy, bitch, not a real fight,” Janine loudly exclaimed as she pulled down her skirt.
“I don’t care anymore,” Angela replied, her breasts heaving with each heavy breath. “I could do this all day, and I know Steve wants this, but open that fucking door and take the gag out of his mouth.”
“If that’s what you want,” Janine said as she untied Steve, and removed the gag.
“Leave that cock ring on!” demanded Angela. I want that cock bad after I’m done with you.”
“Well, if you really want to spend the afternoon fighting, you might not be the one who gets that cock,” Janine said as she bent over, and slowly slid her skirt down in front of Steve. “In fact, I think it might be beneficial for this session to let me experience Steve’s large penis.”
“Bitch, if you want me jealous, that’s one way to do it.”
“Good.”
And with that, Janine strutted over to Steve, turned around, facing Angela, and slipped her incredibly wet pussy over Steve’s engorged rod.
“Oh my God!” Janine yelled as she rode harder and faster on Steve’s bone. She threw her top off, letting her massive jugs bounce freely.
Angela was beside herself. She was enraged, but just holy shit Janine was hot.
“That’s enough!” Angela yelled stomping over to Janine, grabbing her by the hair and tossing her off of Steve’s dick. Janine tumbled to the side, shocked, but also incredibly sexually energized.
Angela threw off her shirt and dropped her shorts and rode Steve the same way, never breaking eye contact with Angela. Her heavy tits bouncing up and down caused Janine to feel jealous.
“Ok, then enough for you too, bitch,” and Janine ripped Angela from Steve’s cock by the hair as well.
“Ladies…”
“Shut the fuck up, Steve!” both frustrated women yelled in unison as this time Angela slipped the ball gag onto Steve’s mouth.
“Just shut up,” Angela demanded as she slapped him hard across the face.
The women began circling each other again. Breasts heaving, pussy juice visible on both women’s thighs.
“You enjoy that, bitch?” demanded Angela.
“Umm, ya,” replied Janine with a wicked grin, as she ran a finger over her pussy lips. She shook a tit at Angela.
Angela squeezed both of her breasts and taunted Janine before sliding a finger through her own wet lips.
Both women then looked over to Steve and noticed pre-cum dripping from his beastly cock.
Both women then stepped tightly into each other.
“That’s mine,” said Angela at a near whisper.
“We’ll see,” Janine whispered back.
And then hands went to hair. Janine’s head wrenched back as Angela pulled hard on her foe’s pony tail. Angela’s view was a wall as Janine pulled tightly to one side.
Keeping one hand in their hair, both women began punching wildly at each other’s ribs and stomachs. Spinning in a violent circle, hands connected to faces with sharp, stinging slaps.
Angela was able to deliver a hard slap to one of Janine’s tits who immediately returned that favor.
“Ohh, bitch!”
“Fucking whore.”
Hands grabbed at breasts while in a tight hair-pulling dual.
Janine was finally able to spin Angela around and push her away. Both women paced the room, examining the damage to their gorgeous tits.
Both breathing heavy, starting to sweat, but angry as hell, both charged to meet in a full punch-out fight. Fists connected with pounding thuds as they traded blows. Groans and grunts and squeals filled the room as both women fought to pummel the other.
They crashed to the floor and began rolling across the carpet. Pounding and wailing, screaming and yelling, and the Janine felt the bottom of a naked foot on her back.
She used all her strength to push Angela away, jumped up, turned around, saw Steve passed out against the wall.
His “Ladies…” earlier was to announce he was feeling light-headed. The cock ring was too tight - even for him to remove - and it cut off his circulation.
Both ladies screamed and raced to resuscitate Steve, ripping the cock ring off, smacking his face and demanding him to wake up.
After several minutes he came to. Both women breathed a heavy sight of relief, and then Angela shoved Janine with all her strength.
“Look what you did, you fucking idiot! You almost killed my husband!”
“You told me to leave it on, you dumb bitch!”
“You shouldn’t have brought him here in the first place, asshole!”
Both women began sobbing, and Janine went over to offer sincere solace for what just happened.
An emotionally charge scream of rage left Angela’s throat as she swung with all her strength to land a fist against Janine’s jaw, sending her stumbling back, falling unconscious. Angela totally knocked her the fuck out.
Screaming, stomping, punching at the air with total loss of control. Her primacy took over and she raced over to her defeated enemy and ground her pussy hard on her face.
“Fucking take that, bitch, AAAAHHHHEEEARRRRHHHhhhh!” she screamed while fingering her clit and dousing her opponent’s face with a wave of hot, sticky pussy cum. She ground her pussy on her rival for nearly another minute before Steve pulled her off.
His dick was hard. Her pussy was wet. They fucked like wild beasts for nearly three minutes before Steve felt like his dick was going to give birth to a cum baby.
“oooooh…” Steve started to moan.
Angela quickly withdrew his cock, grabbed it like a handle, marched over to her downed enemy and demanded “on her face.”
Steve worked his cock with not much effort before blasting Janine’s face like a urine stream blasting a poo stain in a frat house toilet.
“Ok, well this fun but let’s get the fuck out of here,” Angela said.
“I have a change of clothes for us in the surveillance room, to include large sunglasses for that shiner you got,” Steve replied.
They both attempted to look as normal as possible as they made their way back to the car. They came up with a story about an Uber car accident in the city.
A few hours later, Janine’s secretary found her unconscious and disgusting. She immediately called the cops.
As Steve and Angela arrived back at the house, Angela looked at Steve in a new way.
“Well, I have to say for as fucked up as that was, that therapy worked. I have no desire to ever do that again,” Angela said.
“Good,” said Steve. “That was enough for me too.”
A few weeks later, following the investigation, the media announced “Janine,” the well-known psychologist, was actually Julia Ivanov, a Russian agent who was involved in extorting wealthy American couples. The recording of the Piper’s experience was recovered and destroyed. They suffered enough.
