Kara was fast asleep when she felt the hand come around her and caress her swollen milk laden breast. Laying on her side she was so tired, but the room had stopped spinning. She randomly though about needing to get up and breast feed her newborn soon, but obviously Joe was interested in a second round after their extra ordinary night with his co-worker and his wife. She hadn’t drank that much in over 10 months having been pregnant. But his hand did feel so good. His soft touch and his soft caressing kiss to the back of her neck where starting to work. It was so dark in the bedroom she couldn’t see anything, but all she needed to do was feel. Suddenly she felt his hand at her crotch. He really was being creative tonight, she hadn’t remembered him learning that trick, before. She felt his fingers gently slide into her and automatically find her G spot. Oh, it felt so good. The kissing, touching, she tried to reach around to give some loving back to him, but he pressed her hand down and she figured he was into servicing her, who was she to break the mood. Several minutes that felt like moments went by and finally he pushed on her shoulder and she rolled on her back and felt him mount her. He was more gentle then most times and was not being clumsy like her 6’7 foot hubby usually was. She thought “ boy, is he getting good at this.” When he penetrated her it felt different, not bad, just different. As he thrust up and down there was a sucking sound. Not unusual in one aspect, but different in another, but if felt so good. She had to see him. She was so tired, but she willed her eyes open and when she did she remembered she was in her bedroom, and it was dark.
Then the light came on. She hadn’t remembered turning it on and Joe was too far away, but he was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her and she thought there was someone else watching. “No, it couldn’t be.” She thought. It was His co-worker. “Who is on top of me, who is fuc*ing me?” She kind of turned to see long brunette hair covering a feminine face with deep brown fawn eyes. She …wait, it WAS a she. Her breasts close to hers with her nipples lightly brushing against her swollen breasts. Then she realized she was scissoring her back, their pussies pumping with the sucking sound being their lips kissing and separating. Oh, it felt so good, but this was so wrong, so strange, who did she get here, what was she doing, but it felt so good. She looked over and Joe was smiling, so she smiled at him. Joe then looked toward Steph, yes, that was her name, Steph and Steph looked at Joe and smiled. Steph spoke in a deep sultry voice to Joe “ you see what I’m doing? When you fuc*k your wife again, think of me and my pussy fuc*king her.” She remembered being shocked and looked at Joe as he looked concerned. She looked up and realized Steph was looking at her and smiling an impish smile. Kara almost panicked but couldn’t move her hands and the pleasurable bumping of their pussies was getting harder and faster. Kara spoke to her “ and when you fuc*k him tonight, the pain you feel should remind you who the real women is.” She hadn’t realized that Steph had changed her direction and was ramming her pubic bone into the last few thrusts. Pausing just a moment to make a better suction on her now swelling and painful babymaker. She panicked and did the only thing she could think of and that was to fight back. She tilted her pelvis up to meet her opponents. This only made their contact more bone on bone as it was flesh on flesh. She saw Steph wince in pain a bit but she didn’t slow down or stop. She wanted to say for her to stop, but couldn’t get the words out. She quickly thought to thrust up when Steph thrust down and felt a spike of pain as pussy lip smashed into pussy lip. After several thrust attacks Steph pressed with all 125 pounds of her grinding her clit and pubic flesh into her. The pain was incredible, it was almost beyond anything she had ever felt. The humiliation was so deep, almost as deep as her feeling what felt like Steph’s vaginal lips biting hers. She was grinding her hips into her. So strong she was. Then Kara raised her hands and went for her hair. In a flash they where winding hands in hair bringing Steph’s swollen breasts crashing into hers. Fleshy stomachs, still recovering from bearing their first offspring pressed together. She could feel her breathing hard and feel her enemies sweat mixing with hers, but at least the pussy attack was lessoned from this position. She wrapped her arms around Steph and heard her growl and start to rake her nails down Kara’s exposed back. Kara managed to turn her to the side where she tried to attack Steph’s back with her own nails. Then she felt Steph move a leg and felt a blow from her knee come into almost direct contact with her sore swollen pussy. Kara just had time to deflect it and try to return the attack. Knee’s jumped and thrusted with not either gaining a direct blow. Then she was tiring quickly and tried to push Steph away, but couldn’t so she did the only other thing she could think of to stop the attack and pleaded for Joe to come help, but he wasn’t there sitting on the bed. He and Joe’s co-worker where in arm chairs sipping on beers watching. Totally naked and from the look of them enjoying the whole unfolding battle.
She was reminded of Steph’s body pressed into hers when a knee made it through and sent a surge into her women hood. She was bracing for the pain that would fallow in seconds. She had just given birth and realized the pain that brought, but to loose against another women, a new mother, was almost beyond belief. She would not allow another female to beat her on such a primal level. To take away her women hood in such a manner. The pain started and all she could do is wrap her calves around her rival. Then wrap her legs and feel as Steph replied in kind. Snaking legs and arms wrapped around each other. In a catball feeling Steph’s swollen breasts against her swollen breasts. To loose would be so humiliating. She squeezed as hard as she could burying her head into Steph’s shoulder to stop her from trying to bite her. The nails raking her back where now held still as Steph was using all her strength to try and press the very breath out of her. Trying to make her breasts explode from the pure force of her’s . She could feel her nipples so hard and erect almost in perfect line with Steph’s. Almost as humiliating as having the very physical core of your women hood beat into submission by another womens, having your breasts dominated by another. Was she even fit for motherhood, for being a wife?
She felt Steph rock and try to roll her onto her back. She would fight with every last breath to break free or defeat this women, mother, bitch! So locked up, nothing left to fight with. Legs so tightly woven, arms numb with soreness from holding onto her sweating opponent. They where locked in a death grip. She felt Kara trying to jap her pelvis into her, but without being scissored it wouldn’t work. It was a stalemate. This continued for moments that felt like minutes. She desperately looked for Joe to help, but she was in the ring at the bar. Nude and humiliated being physically tangled with another body.
The alarm clock rang and as she got out of bed Joe asked “are you ok to do the feeding?” Kara paused for a second and then replied through groggy eyes “ yes, I bottled some before we went out drinking.” As she walked down her hallway and into the nursery she had a faint feeling. She couldn’t put her finger on it. She was hot and sweaty. In pain and still aroused. As she looked down at her swollen breasts she couldn’t help but imagine how Steph’s breasts looked, full of milk. Could she be as good a mom as her? Was she as pretty as Steph? She had no idea why she felt that way and all of it melted away as she went to do her mothering.
To be continued.
