Part IX
The days leading up to main event were painfully slow for John and Jim. Both men had lost focus at work, seemed distant at home and could only think about Sunday.
Neither man wanted sex. They wanted to wait. They wanted to feel the warm and flowing insides of a hot slut hellbent on taking every ounce of his cum. Not masturbating was a laborious chore.
The days leading up to Sunday were uncomfortable for Jennifer and Denise, and they couldn’t really explain why.
In reality, they didn’t want to face the truth. Both women had become completely jealous after the last tryst. The emotions they felt as they tried to hurt each other were sincere. Neither was sure they really wanted to be friends anymore. The thought of the other woman making her man orgasm wasn’t a turn on. It was becoming enraging. The thought of hurting the other woman was becoming a turn on.
By Saturday, both women had felt almost fully recovered. Some scratches were still visible, but the bruising had cleared up. Their vaginas were no longer sore to the touch. Physically, they were ready for Sunday.
Mentally, well that was becoming a problem.
“Hello?”
“Come on, you know it’s me,” Jennifer said into her iPhone speaker. “Are you ready for this?”
“Oh, you getting nervous?”
“No, not nervous. I think this might ruin our friendship.”
“It might. We both sucked each other’s husband’s cocks twice, and I wanted to kill you when I saw you actually do it.”
“I felt the same way. Like I really fucking hated you. And I don’t want your husband. Now I just want to prove that I am more of a woman than you. You carry yourself like you’re the alpha and I have met you head on every step of the way. You aren’t better than me. But I really want to prove I’m better than you.”
“Get off your high horse, cxnt,” replied Denise. “You haven’t proven shit. You know what? All this conversation has accomplished is making me want to out fuck you and kick your fucking ass.”
“Fuck you, Denise.”
“Fuck you, Jen. I’m not using your whole name anymore, you pompous whore.”
Jen sat silent for a moment.
“This is going to be it for us. You’re going to need to find a new job,” Jennifer finally mustered the courage to say what she had feared for days.
“It won’t be me, bitch. I’m staying.”
“I fucking hate you, Denise.”
“I fucking hate you too.”
“I’m going to fuck you up tomorrow night.”
“I’m going to destroy you.”
Click
Click
All four of them stopped communicating altogether. There was sense to the air like that feeling just before a snow storm. It was a thick, eerie silence.
No words were spoken until John knocked on the condo door Sunday evening.
“It’s open,” yelled Jim.
The door swung open and in walked Denise followed by John. Denise was in a silk robe and John was in gym shorts and a tank top.
Denise entered and dropped her robe. She stood naked in set of garters.
John dropped his shorts and removed his shirt and slipped out of his flip flops. His cock was strained with blood.
They stood and felt a sense of shock when they saw Jim already in position and locked in place on the raised platform.
Jennifer was also in garters and nothing more, bent over and giving the arrivals a full look at her swollen pussy as she fastened the last strap to Jim’s ankle.
“Up,” was all she could muster as she buckled the strap in place.
Jim and Denise took a step up, and Jim settled into his spot.
Denise started fastening the straps.
Jennifer removed the head restraints they had purchased a few days earlier.
“We are using these,” she said.
Denise nodded in agreement. Neither had said a word to each other before now.
The women placed the bands, drilled the holes, and slid underneath to fasten them in place.
They climbed back up, and unfastened the bands. There were still two steps remaining to keep the men in place for this event.
Jennifer retrieved the ball gags and cock rings and climbed back up.
She tossed a set to Denise.
Both women leaned in close to their husband’s faces for one last conversation before this event started.
“I love you, Jim.”
“I love you too.”
“I love you, John.”
“I love you too.”
The women slipped the ball gags over their heads, fastened the head straps, and slid cock rings that were a size too small down to the base of their husbands’ rock-hard shafts.
The women stood and faced each other.
Neither said a word. They looked at each other with pure hatred. The feelings were so intense, their hearts were pounding and both thought of punching the other woman.
They walked around each other and faced each other again. They were now standing over a massive cock that was going to change their lives forever.
Both women lowered themselves down and inserted the tip into their pulsating, soaking wet pussies.
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you.”
Both men had just realized this wasn’t a friendly competition and they were fucking helpless.
Both incredibly sexy women slid down to the base and loudly moaned.
Denise ran her hand from under Jim’s sack to her engorged clit with a sinister grin aimed at Jennifer.
Jennifer did the same in return.
Both women were stationary.
Jim and John bucked their hips but the women weren’t moving.
“Jim wants to me fuck me, Jen. Look at his hips.”
“cxnt, look at John’s. He’s fucking me.”
“Your husband is fucking me.”
“Your husband is fucking me.”
“cxnt.”
“Slut.”
Both women started moving their hips, rocking back and forth.
“He’s going to cum in me.”
“He’s going to cum in me.”
Both men were moaning but the sounds were muffled. Their breathing was heavy through their nose. Their chests were rising and falling rapidly.
The women started rocking harder and faster. Their breathing more rapid.
I fucking hate you
I fucking hate you too
All four started bucking wildly and within seconds both men exploded their hot cum deep inside their wife’s rival.
Neither woman climaxed.
They stopped.
I have his cum, you fucking loser whore
I have his, you piece of shit.
Both men were in a panic, trapped and unable to say or do anything. They had no control.
Jennifer and Denise rose up off the spent cocks.
They stood and faced each other.
Jennifer spit at Denise and Denise returned the favor.
They grabbed hold of each other’s faces and began spinning in a tight circle next to the helpless men. They squeezed as if getting the last droplets from a cut grapefruit. They bled. The guttural rage exited past their vocal chords as if possessed by demons.
They pushed away and started wildly swinging fists. Connections were made to faces, chests, stomachs, and tits. They clashed together and tumbled off the platform toward the kitchen.
They rolled on the floor as they gripped hair and bit down hard on each other’s cheeks and necks.
After several minutes, they kicked apart to separate and catch their breath.
Cum was running down the insides of their thighs as blood trickled down their faces, necks and shoulders.
The men were screaming as loud as they could but the sounds only materialized like amplified moans, and the women weren’t paying attention to either of them.
I’m going to kill you.
I’ll destroy you first.
And the women again lunged at each other. Nails dragged down faces to breasts. Punches pummeled ribs and backs. Hair was removed in strands and clumps. Teeth met bone.
Screams of pure anguish escaped both women as they began to rip chunks of flesh from each other’s faces as they sat on the cold kitchen floor.
Their legs had wrapped around each other, and their cum-filled twats were tightly pressed together but there was no lustful sensation. Those days were over.
Screaming and crying they once again pushed apart and spun away from each other.
The men were crying, writhing and trying to break free but their efforts were fruitless.
Neither women could clearly see through the tears and blood. They shrieked with rage as they blindly swung fists and threw kicks at each other.
A powerful kick landed to Denise’s stomach, sending her back until she collided with the kitchen table.
Denise saw the vase in the center of the table, grabbed it and charged Jennifer who could barely make out what was happening.
The vase smashed her face and sent her reeling back to the living room where the back of her head met squarely with the wooden structure.
Denise hurried to finish her foe but slipped on the kitchen floor slicked with cum, blood, and water from the vase, causing her to smash her head on the edge of the granite kitchen counter.
Both women lay motionless.
The men were in a pure panic. They had been laying in a puddle of cold piss and cum in absolute terror. They didn’t know if their wives were even alive.
No one showed for the funerals. Everyone who knew them were too embarrassed to show. The papers and tabloids exposed a deviant tale few people could mentally comprehend.
The crime scene photos were leaked on Reddit and 4Chan. Most people never clicked on the link and the ones who did never talked about what they saw. It was now a true urban legend.
The men had died from dehydration and starvation as their wives became necrotic mere feet from them as they had succumbed to their wounds and injuries.
The men died silently weeping and screaming, thrashing and flailing only to die in their own piss and feces.
Happy Halloween
Ricatfightfan
