Chapter 1
Barbara and I had been going at it for a while now. Going at it with our cxnts. We were really slamming our cxnts into each other like a couple of wild animals.
The hot Arizona night was not easy to make love in. Both our bodies were drenched with sweat as we relentlessly slammed out cxnts into each other. But as ardent lovers like Barbara and I know, it is something else to make love in a hot room. You get to know your lover better when you are sweating it out together while also slamming your cxnts against each other. There is nothing like you and your lover bathing in each other’s sweat as you make violent love to each other or slamming your cxnts into each other as Barbara and I were doing that night.
We were sexfighting. Trying to make the other woman come first. It was a form of competitive love making.
Barbara was breathing hot breaths into my face and I into hers. Our faces were drenched with sweat.
I don’t know how long we had been slamming our cxnts into each other. Time usually stood still for me when Barbara and I indulged each other in a sexfight.
Barbara was the more experienced woman, and she usually won most of our sexfights. I had lost count of the number of times we have fought with our cxnts. Barbara won ninety percent of the time. Like I said, she was an experienced woman.
The pleasant sounds of our cxnts rubbing and our sweaty flesh rubbing against each other rang across the room.
It was a unique sensory experience to sexfight with Barbara. The aroma of Barbara. The taste of Barbara. And finally the sounds that she made when my cxnt rubbed against hers.
Barbara moaned when our cxnt rubbing was sensual. She cried when our cxnt rubbing was intense. Barbara howled when our cxnt rubbing was violent as it was today.
Both Barbara and I were howling like a couple of wild animals now. It was a good thing we did not have any neighbors, or they would have called the police on us.
But what we did have around the motel where we made love were a bunch of coyotes. The coyotes understood what our lusty howls were all about. And they barked lustily, responding to our mating calls and cries.
Suddenly Barbara upped the intensity of her cxnt rubbing. She always did this whenever she felt that she and I were in a stalemate during a sexfight.
I could not do anything in response. Such was the ferocity with which Barbara slammed her cxnt into mine, I just let out a series of howls that were both musical as well as animalistic.
Then Barbara pushed me onto the bed and mounted my cxnt with hers. All I could do in response was entwine my leg in hers.
But Barbara continued to slam her cxnt against mine without any respite.
I felt my cxnt begin to quake from Barabara’s relentless assault. It began with the slightest of tremors across the length and breadth of my pussy lips and then spread into the deepest recesses of my cxnt.
I knew I could not hold on for much longer. Barbara was winning as she usually did.
Barbara could tell from the amorous look on my face that I was on the verge of orgasming. A sneer appeared on her sweaty face.
She went crazy like an animal in heat and launched an all-out assault on my cxnt with her own cxnt.
I screamed with lust and pleasure as I felt the floodgates open, and my cxnt began to discharge hot cum in violent spurts across the length and breadth of Barbara’s groin.
My body and my cxnt writhed as hot lava like cum from my pussy spurted onto Barbara’s pussy.
Barbara dislodged her cxnt from mine to let me orgasm without being disturbed. She hovered over me like an animal, her face flashing a victorious smile even as my orgasm reduced in intensity.
I just lay there, enjoying my peaking orgasm, reveling in it as it spread through every inch of my body and then feeling my spurts slowly reduce in intensity.
As she sensed my orgasm reach a conclusion, Barbara slid across my body and lowered her cxnt onto my face.
I was enveloped by the aromas emanating from Barbara’s leaking cxnt. There were goosebumps across her sweaty groin.
It was a heady mix of both sweat and vaginal juices. It was the aroma of a strong woman. It was a strong smell, yet distinctly pleasant, one that I savored whenever Barbara’s cxnt was lodged over my face.
I licked at Barbara’s pussy lips, and she let out a moan. I inserted my tongue into the deep recesses of her cxnt and Barbara’s writhed on top of me, unable to control herself as my tongue probed every inch of her sexual organ.
Barbara tasted so good. So damn sweet. I have licked a lot of pussies in my life. None of them were as sweet as Barbara’s.
When Barbara exploded and her hot cum lashed onto my face, I drank it all down.
I swallowed the vaginal juices of my lover, like it was the last drop of Barbara’s cum that I would ever be able to drink.
Chapter 2
I woke up to the taste of Babara’s cum in my mouth. A lot of her cum had fallen on my face and formed a thin layer of cake across my face, like it was make up or something.
I heard the sound of Barbara panting somewhere in the room.
My eyes adjusted slowly to the early morning darkness, and I saw Barbara performing squats in a corner of the room.
She was completely and utterly naked as she performed the squats. I could only lay in bed and marvel at her body. It was the body of a 45-year-old woman. But Barbara’s tits were firm. Her stomach was flat. Her buttocks were as firm as her tits. And every time she crouched down to perform a squat her firm breasts heaved and her buttocks and her thighs and her calves made beautiful fleshy shapes.
I could not get enough of Barbara’s taut muscular fleshiness.
Barbara Austin Mangaravidi Kelli. That was the whole of Barbara’s epic name. She had the whole thing printed in big letters on her card and her letter pad. Barbara was one of the town’s old rich. She was from Irish stock. Her family were land owners.
“You never miss a workout, do you?”, I called out sleepily from the bed.
Barbara looked towards me, but did not stop squatting.
“No I don’t. Get your ass off the bed and squat with me”, said Barbara, panting between her squats. Barbara had a tough, deep and throaty voice.
“You know I never exercise, Barbara”, I said lazily from bed, unable to take my eyes off Barbara’s fleshy muscular sweaty squatting figure.
“You are gonna get fat, Grace”, said Barbara, continuing with her squats.
“My mother always said I have great metabolism”, I said, keeping my eyes glued to Barbara.
I was enamored by this older woman, who was my boss, my lover and my keeper.
Barbara finished her squats and slowly walked towards me, her sweat drenched breasts heaving violently in front of her as she struggled to regain her breath.
I watched her eagerly. I got up on my hands and knees on the bed, signaling to Barbara to jump into bed with me.
Barbara broke into a run towards the bed, and she jumped in beside me on the bed.
She aggressively pinned me to the bed and mounted my cxnt with her cxnt.
She slammed her cxnt into mine. I let out a howl but immediately slammed back with my cxnt. Barbara also let out a howl.
Barbara was a beautiful sight as she hovered over me, every inch of her body dripping with sweat.
I raised myself up on the bed, and bit into her right nipple. I was usually not so aggressive and liked to be dominated by Barbara.
My biting into her nipple caught Barbara by surprise and I was able to push her back onto the bed.
When Barbara fell onto the bed in a heap, I pounced on her and mounted her cxnt with mine.
I wasted no time in pinning her wrists onto the bed. I might not work out every day. I was not as strong as Barbara, but I was able to subdue her with my hands and my cxnt.
I launched a swift assault on Barbara’s cxnt with my cxnt. Barbara let out yells of pleasure and ecstasy as I relentlessly slammed my cxnt into hers.
I sensed a rare victory for me.
I did not dismount Barbara and continued to inflict pleasure and pain on Barabra’s cxnt with my own cxnt.
Barabra writhed and twisted and turned under me as I ravaged her with my engorged early morning pussy.
It was not long before I felt a hot shower of Barbara’s cum drench the length and breadth of my groin and my pussy lips.
I cackled down at Barbara as she lay spent under me. She smiled at me, letting me revel in my rare win.
I slid across her body and planted my pussy on Barbara’s face. It was not often that I got a chance to do this to Barbara.
I felt Barbara sniffing my cxnt like an animal. And then I felt the first lick of her tongue across my pussy lips, and I shivered.
I sensed Barbara’s tongue probe deep into my pussy, slowly and sensually trying to open the floodgates.
Barbara tongued my for a long time before I exploded into her sweaty face. I gazed down into Barbara’s face that was now drenched with my cum. I saw her lick my cum off her cheeks and swallow my cum like I had swallowed her cum the previous night.
Chapter 3
Barbara and I gripped each other under the shower, nursing each other’s backs sensually, a direct contrast from the violent sexfights we had taken part in.
We soaped each other’s bodies as the water from the shower washed away our sins of the previous night and early this morning.
Later, I made coffees for us both and we sat side by side on the bed, our bodies wrapped in towels.
Barbara finished her coffee, placed the cup on the bed and walked towards the mirror and took off her towel, letting it fall onto the carpet.
She posed and flexed in front of the mirror. I once again marveled at the fleshy arch of her buttocks and the fleshy muscularity of her arms. My Barbara was a powerful and beautiful being.
Then she turned towards me. I marveled at her ample boobs and the erect nipples on them. I had never seen Barbara’s nipples turgid. They were always erect, red with lust and longing, the blood surging into them all the time. Perpetually erect nipples were the sign of a healthy and vigorous woman.
“The new girl is joining today, Grace. We have to pick her up at the bus stop”, said Barbara.
“The new girl?”, I asked her.
“Yeah, don’t you remember. The new girl who is going to join as the receptionist”, said Barbara, trying to sound cool and nonchalant.
“Oh”, I said. I did not speak again.
I fixed Barabara with a grumpy look across my face as I sipped my coffee.
“What?, asked Barbara when she saw the look on my face.
I just sipped on the coffee, eying Barbara fierily.
“Are you gonna say something, Grace?”, asked Barbara, her breasts heaving as she spoke to me.
“Do we really need a receptionist?”, I asked her.
“Of course we do. Tourist season is upon us, Grace. You are the main manager of this motel. The new girl will be the receptionist”, said Barbara in a pacifying tone.
“I know I ain’t no manager, Barbara. I know what the new girl is for. The new girl is for you to bump cxnts with”, I told Barbara fierily.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA! You have a way with words and a rare intuition, Grace”, said Barbara, her hands on her hips and a smile on her alpha female bossy face.
“You plannin on throwing me out, Barbara? You’ve had enough of me? Enough of my body? Enough of my cxnt? Is that it, Barbara?”, I asked her, trembling. I placed the coffee cup aggressively on the bed, making sure I did not spill the coffee on the bed, because if I did I would have to wash it myself. Barbara would whip my ass if I soiled the bed sheets with coffee. She was a tough boss.
Barbara walked towards me naked, and she took my face in her powerful hands.
“Little Grace, I aint never gonna tire of making love to you and sexfighting with you girl”, said Barbara. She said it like she meant it. I calmed down a little, while also eyeing Barbara’s erect nipples.
“You won’t pay me no attention once the new girl comes along, Barbara”, I said and I let out a fake sniffle, acting like I was on the verge of tears.
“Little Grace, the new girl will be my mistress. But you’re my main girl, Grace. You’ll always be my main girl”, she said, still holding my face in her hands.
I slapped her hands off my face.
“So you do admit that the new girl is for you to bump cxnts with”, I told her angrily.
“Little Grace, I told you. You will be my main girl. The new girl will be my mistress on the side”, Barbara almost pleaded. Her breasts with the sharp and erect nipples heaved in front of my face.
“I ain’t satisfying your cxnt enough, Barbara? Is that it?”, I asked her angrily.
“Nobody satisfies my pussy like you do, little Grace. Now you be a good girl and try to be friends with this new girl and we can all be like one happy family and one happy threesome lesbian throuple”, said Barbara.
“Where did you find her, Barbara? She like a mail order bride or something?”, I asked her, not willing to let her off that easily.
“There are sources, little Grace”, said Barbara, in a creepy voice.
I didn’t like being called little Grace. I would be thirty years old in a couple of months. I was no little girl here. I was an experienced hoor.
“I have a feelin in my guts that me and this new girl are going to scratch each other’s eyes out and be at each other’s throats all the damn time”, I told Barbara, exposing my fears to her.
“Like I said, you’re the main girl around here, Grace. The new girl will be your servant. You will be her boss just like I am your boss, and you are my servant. In fact, I expect you to groom the new girl for me, Grace”, said Barbara. I could not take her eyes off her erect nipples.
“Groom her?”, I asked, as I stifled the urge to bite Barbara’s nipple or even both her nipples to punish her for her impending sexual indiscretion with another woman.
“Yes, groom her, Grace. You know, teach her about my sexual proclivities. Sexfighting, titfighting and tribadism”, said Barbara in an even voice like she was telling me that I ought to teach the new girl how to cook a hot beef stew.
I ogled at Barbara’s full breasts and her erect nipples, and I couldn’t control myself any longer. Maybe it was on account of how angry I was, I bit down on her nipple.
Barbara let out a yell and caught me by the hair with one hand. She tore the towel off my body with her other hand.
Even as Barbara held me by my hair, I bit down on her other nipple. Barbara screamed lustily.
Barbara threw me into bed and jumped in with me.
I flashed a feisty smile at her, and she flashed back a feisty smile at me.
We both knew what was about to happen.
We were going to indulge in some angry and violent make up sex. We had just fought over the arrival of the new girl.
I howled when Barbara slammed her cxnt down on mine.
Barbara howled when I slammed back with my cxnt.
She raised her hands towards me and the two of us interlocked fingers like we were wrestlers, even as we smashed our cxnts into each other.
Chapter 4
“Now you dress up like a good girl and let’s go pick up the new girl”, said Barbara, a hint of a plea in her voice, as we lay side by side, our bodies sweating profusely in the morning desert heat.
We had just driven each other to tremendous orgasms in a vicious fuck fight. I felt a little better with all my pent-up emptions discharged through the violent sex we had indulged in.
We got off the bed and dressed up. Barbara got into a white shirt and blue jeans. She put on her cowboy hat.
I wore a red shirt, tucked into my black jeans. I didn’t have no cowboy hat.
A wave of heat hit Barbara and me as we walked towards the motel’s empty parking lot with only Barbara’s yellow Rolls Royce parked in it.
The swimming pool out in front gleamed in the heat. I figured the water would be too warm to take a bath in. I had never swum in the pool since I had begun staying at the motel.
Tombstone was one of the hottest small towns in Arizona. I don’t know whose idea it was to build a motel in this goddamn heat furnace. I figured Barbara had a lot of black money to whitewash and she channeled it all into this motel in the middle of a nowhere hicksville town like Tombstone.
Why would any tourist come down here? They would get smothered by a gang of flying tumbleweeds if they so much as stepped out into the dirt roads.
“It’s a hot goddamn day”, said Barbara as we reached the Rolls Royce. I did not respond. I was still seething at the arrival of the new girl.
Just as we were about to get into the rolls Royce, a yellow Sedan drove into the motel’s parking lot.
Myra and Moira, Barbara’s lawyer and accountant, stepped out of the Sedan. They were slim women with short, cropped hair and they were dressed identically in tight white corporate shirts and black pants. Neither woman was particularly pretty or anything but the fact that they looked and dressed identically made them sexy to me. Barbara had once told me that Myra and Moira were lesbians. They were both in their forties, around the same age as Barbara.
Myra and Moira said good morning to Barbara but did not acknowledge poor old me.
“Well, look who’s here. Why don’t you both hop into the car with us? Grace, you get into the back seat”, said Barbara to me, authoritatively. She always sweet talked me when we were together in bed. But treated me like shit when we were around others.
I quietly got into the back seat without so much as a protest. Myra the lawyer got into the front seat with Barbara the landowner. Moira, the accountant, got into the back seat with me. I guess there was some sort of social hierarchy at play here in how we were seated inside the Rolls Royce.
Barbara started the vehicle, raced it a few times and drove it out of the motel’s parking lot.
“It’s a hot goddamn day”, said Barbara to Myra and Moira.
“You can say that again”, said Myra.
“We bought an air-conditioner yesterday, Barbara. We couldn’t bear the heat at night”, said Moira from beside me.
“An air-conditioner huh. I don’t know about them things”, said Barbara. I knew why she did not install an air-conditioner at the motel. One, Barbara liked to have sweaty sex with me and two, she was a fucking miserly bitch.
“What do you mean you don’t know about them, Barbara? You worried about the fucking ozone layer or something”, asked Myra and the three of them went crazy laughing at that shitty joke.
“You ought to get one, Barbara. Myra and I snuggled up against each other like a couple of eskimos, yesterday”, said Moira who was sitting beside me in the back seat. I was ignoring her, and she was ignoring me.
“Like a couple of eskimos in an igloo, you mean?”, asked Barbara and they all cackled at that shitty joke.
I did not join in their laughter. Moira noticed my reticence and glared at me. I glared back at her.
“Grace and I bathed in the heat of the motel room last night, right Grace?”, asked Barbara.
I did not bother to reply. But my eyes met Barbara’s in the rear-view mirror.
“Right Grace?”, asked Barbara repeated herself in a cold and cruel voice. She always treated me like I was some fucking hoor in front of her friends.
“Right Barbara”, I responded meekly.
Moira stifled a laugh beside me. Mine and Barbara’s eyes met in the rearview mirror one more time. I looked away.
“I’m going to make a right turn at old Burt’s drug store because we have to pick up the new girl from the bus stop”, said Barbara and she swerved the car to the right.
“A new girl, Barbara?”, asked Myra, surprised.
“Yeah, we’re hiring a new receptionist at the motel”, said Barbara, coolly.
“A receptionist?”, asked Myra and looked back and winked at Moira.
“What you need a receptionist for, Barbara?”, asked Moira from beside me.
“You know its holiday season and I expect a lot of tourists”, said Barbara in a mirth some voice.
“Tourists in Tombstone?”, asked Myra.
“You never know, Myra” ,said Barbara.
“How old is this new girl?”, enquired Myra in a suggestive tone.
“Not too sure. Definitely not more than thirty”, said Barbara, coolly.
Moira whistled beside me.
“Looks like you got some competition, Grace”, said Myra, half turning her head towards me.
I wanted to smash her with my fist in the back of her cropped hair head. She had just called me a fucking whore indirectly. But I restrained myself.
“Does this new girl have a name, Barbara?”, asked Moira, glancing at me like I was some loser.
“She goes by the name of Gartha Swann”, said Barbara.
Nobody in the car responded for a few moments. As if Barbara had just announced the name of the new leader of the Christian world or something.
“Grace and Gartha. Gartha and Grace”, said Moira from beside me and cackled.
The cackle was contagious, and Barbara and Myra joined in the incessant cacophonic cackling.
I felt like I was going to vomit.
Chapter 5
“There she is”, said Barbara, pointing towards the bus stop as we approached it.
A lone figure stood at the bus stop.
“Oooh! This is going to fun”, said Moira looking at me and winking. I didn’t wink back.
But I did sit up in my seat to see what the new girl or Gartha Swann looked like. The other woman. My competition for Barbara’s cxnt.
The first thing I noticed about Gartha as Barbara parked the car beside her was that she was slim. Slim like me. Not a fleshy girl, I was relieved.
She wore an old man’s T-shirt and a really loose jeans. It seemed to me like the T-shirt might have been her dad’s and the jeans she wore belonged to her fat mom’s or a fat aunts. Everything about her screamed poverty, hunger and desperation. Her face was quite pretty but she looked tired and worn out, maybe from the bus journey.
The second thing I noticed about her was that she held onto her suitcase meekly. She seemed like an obedient and homely girl.
Gartha tried to open the door but could only fiddle with it.
“Will you open the goddamn door for her, Grace?”, asked Barbara angrily. Our eyes met in the rear-view mirror, and I eagerly opened the door for the new girl. My competition for Barbara’s cxnt.
Gartha stepped into the car, slipped into the seat beside me and placed her large steel suitcase in front of her. I made room for her by moving towards Moira.
The third thing I noticed about Gartha was that she smelled ripe. An aroma of sweat filled the Rolls Royce as she settled in beside me.
Gartha smiled innocently at me. But I fixed her with my nastiest scowl and her sweat drenched face lost the smile immediately.
I did not look towards Gartha and just kept staring ahead onto the road, ignoring the newcomer, my new co-worker, my competition for Barbara’s cxnt.
This was some pig from Brampton, that hick town in North Denver, I told to myself. She probably did not even know what a motel was. She was some hoor who had never seen the outside of her brothel, I told myself.
“You hungry Gartha?”, asked Barbara half turning in the front seat.
I seethed inside.
“I ate a chicken salad sandwich just before I got into the bus”, said Gartha shyly.
“How long was the journey?”, asked Myra.
“12 hours from Denver” ,said Gartha.
“Damn girl, you must be hungry”, said Moira, from beside me. I wanted to smack the short-haired cxnt who had not even acknowledged me but was being nice to the new girl.
“Yeah, a little”, said Gartha shyly.
“I’m going to head over to old Harold’s diner”, said Barbara and she started the car.
“I could use some grub myself”, said Myra.
Gartha and I did not exchange a word as we sat beside each other. Her elbow brushed against mine once and I caught her stealing a glance at me.
I paid her no damn attention. But I did feel my nipples turn erect.
Chapter 6
They showered her with attention at the diner. Barbara, Myra and Moira seemed to be competing with each other as they eyed Gartha creepily.
“Can you cook?”
“Can you milk a cow?”
“Can you feed the horses?”
Gartha tucked into her grits and gravy as she answered the questions with a yes, washing it down with hot coffee.
I think what they really wanted to ask her was – “Can you trib and bumb cxnts like a fire breathing hoor?”
I sat there like a stranger, all three Arizonian upper class aristocrats, ignoring me like I was some two-bit whore.
I played with my grits and gravy. I had no appetite even though I had not eaten anything but the coffee at the motel.
“You still hungry, Gartha?”, asked Barbara when Gartha was done with her grits and gravy.
“Yeah”, said Gartha sheepishly.
Barbara summoned the waitress and ordered a plate of grilled chicken for her. She had never showered me with such kindness and affection, I thought to myself. I glared at Barbara, but she was not even looking at me.
I scowled at Gartha once again. She looked at me seriously this time around. Not smiling. I could sense that Gartha and I were off to a real bad start.
Gartha polished off the plate of grilled chicken and Barbara ordered another coffee for her new mistress.
“You could eat a damn horse, young woman”, said Myra, eyeing Gartha hungrily.
Gartha smiled. A toothy smile.
Nobody paid me any attention.
I pushed the uneaten grits and gravy away from me.
My disgust at the proceedings was there for all to see. Moira rolled her eyes around and glanced at Myra who had a surprised expression on her face.
Barbara looked at me and a tough glare appeared on her face, and I glared right back, and we were eye to eye for a few moments before I looked away.
Gartha’s face was expressionless. She seemed to be aware of the sexual tension and the social hierarchies around the table.
She might have realized by now that I was her fucking sexual rival.
They all finished their plates of food.
Barbara paid the bill, and we all stepped out into the heat once again.
“Me and Myra and Moira are headed to the city. We have some business to take care of. You take Gartha home and show her the ropes”, said Barbara, winking at me.
Gartha stood a couple of steps behind me and Barbara.
Did Barbara expect me to jump Gartha on our first day of work together and hump each other’s cxnts? I did not ask.
Barbara handed me a $10 bill.
“I forgot to tell you. Gartha is going to sleep with you in your room”, said Barbara, firmly.
“What?”, I asked her, exasperated. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“You heard me, Grace. She is going to sleep with you in your room. You both are going to share the same bed and a bathroom”, said Barbara with a hint of finality.
I could tell from Barbara’s face that she meant business. I knew this was not the time or the place to debate with Barabra. I knew Gartha was listening to our conversation as she stood behind us. Myra and Moira watched us, both of them alert to the tension between Barbara and me.
Barbara and I were eye to eye for a few seconds that seemed like a long time. Then I looked away.
I couldn’t win with her in bed during a sexfight or out here on the street. The aristocratic cxnts domination over me was complete. I was silly putty in her hands.
“I might be gone for not more than a week. There is enough food and supplies at the motel. Take care of Gartha. Keep an eye on her and show her the ropes”, said Barbara and she planted a kiss on my lips. Her lips smelled of brow pepper sauce.
Barbara turned around and walked to where Myra and Moira stood. The three of them got into her Rolls Royce and drove away without waving back at me and the new girl Gartha.
I turned towards Gartha. Gartha stood there with her hands folded across her chest, a tough expression on her face.
I let out a sigh. Me and Gartha had sure gotten off on the wrong foot. There was nothing I could do about it now. I wasn’t going to extend the olive branch Me and this new girl or this new bitch Gartha were going to have to fight it out.
It was going to be the survival of the fittest.
