Small Town Ruckus
Catwriter
Located just outside Las Vegas, we had a bank (rather it had us), diner, gas station and a one-cell jail.
I’m the deputy and work the graveyard shift. The sheriff had arrested two people earlier and they were sleeping; waiting a turn in front of the judge tomorrow. According to the report, it was a dui arrest. I heard some noise from the cell intercom and turned on the security cam.
Damn, there were two really pretty gals back there. They were chatting in low tones. There were no smiles. Apparently, a double murder had occurred and now the three of us were the only ones who knew about it. Their husbands, if I were to believe the unfolding tale lay dead in a Vegas motel room. The plan had been to do the deed, return to California and await the expected bad news. The ladies would be the others alibi and after awhile, the insurance money would set them free.
The unexpected intervention of my sheriff had put a serious kink in their well-laid plans.
The more I looked at the security cam, the more I saw to like. From a purely physical view, the women were stunning sisters as I learned from their increasingly animated conversation.
They were in their early thirties. Clad in delicious silk blouses and short black skirts, the gals were showing a lot of leg. Their facial features were beautiful; pert noses, pretty eyes and long flowing brown hair with reddish tints.
Curses were beginning to enter the conversation. Sara and Liz were clearly disagreeing as to a new plan.
“This was your idea!”, shouted the lighter haired Liz pointing her finger an inch in front of Sara’s left eye.
“And your contribution, sister dear, was to insist on an early celebration, dammnit!” spat an increasingly enraged Sara as she slapped Liz’ hand away.
This was getting interesting and, in retrospect, I was afforded many choices. Rather than accept any of those fleeting thoughts which might have resulted in financial gain, I made the only choice possible…Catfight!.
They were facing one another sitting on their respective cots. The cell was so small that their knees were touching. They continued leaning closer and closer as they screamed at one another. In their anxiety to get at one another, the sisters hands went to hair in a most wrenching manner. Handholds firmly secured and holding one another down in their sitting positions, short kicks came into play.
Their rage fairly exploded within the confines of their small cell. They rocked back and forth, first Liz yanking Sara toward her and then Sara gaining momentum and dragging Liz almost onto her cot. It went this way for several moments. I could see their large breasts bouncing beneath the silk.
As their anger continued to build, they reached behind each other, one hand tearing at hair, the other at silk. Ripping sounds soon came through the intercom interspersed with grunts and groans from the warring females. Blouses split down the back and the enraged women used both hands to finish the job. Red and blue strands of silk fairly flew through the air as these two finished the job leaving them in black silk bras and their skirts.
To say the bras were full would be an understatement. Large amounts of breast flowed over the top. Heavy top breast flesh spilled forth, jiggling crazily. One hand firmly twisting hair, the other hand shot to the others bra. Sara and Liz tugged mightily but Omar the bra maker had created a strong product indeed.
Liz pulled up and Sara pulled down. They squealed as the bra straps and cups dug into their huge breasts. Liz’s luscious left breast plopped into view and Sara’s right followed seconds later. Knees almost to the others pussy, they went into a clinch and those big breasts just ballooned up into one another and pushed out from under their arms. They began punching and scratching each others back with a fury. In all this time, never once had they left their sitting position. Punching and wrenching torsos and pulling hair, the hellcats let loose on one another.
After inflicting scratches, welts and bruises, the two fighting femmes pushed away roughly from one another. Breathing heavily, they surveyed the damage. Blouses in tatters on the floor, faces flushed, scratches on arms backs and breasts.
“I’m telling the sheriff this was your idea.” Panted Liz.
“You’re going down with me, sis. But not before I beat you bloody!” screamed Sara as she lurched forward, toppling both angry women onto Liz’s cot. Legs quickly locked together as arms flew through the air raining slaps and punches to one anothers face and shoulder. After several painful face punches, the angry duo squirmed into an angry clinch, squeezing ruthlessly all the while pulling hair with one hand while the other continued slapping and pinching.
Again, going for bras, the battling women finally managed to rip them off one anothers body. They took a moment to slap them at each other, racking eyes and breasts before again grappling savagely. Rolling to their sides, legs still squeezing unmercifully, both hands went to others breasts. Twisting and scratching the heavy mounds caused whimpers and groans to emerge from their teeth-clenched mouths.
I didn’t think it possible for breasts to assume those shapes, but they did. The pain became intense and still they twisted and jerked their proud breasts, occasionally throwing a harsh slap or punch at the quivering globes.
Liz landed a particularly painful blow to Sara’s right breast. Sara screamed out her pain and rolled off the cot with Liz following close behind. The action became furious as the wildly rolling females assaulted one another with renewed vigor. Hands again wrapped in long hair as breasts mashed together painfully. Their skirts had split and were barely hanging on as they had ridden up to the womens tummies. Black silk thongs were on glorious display as the warring babes ground their pussies together trying to hold top position.
They couldn’t roll far but they did manage to roll violently in their confined space. Shoulders ramming into the harsh underside of the cot would cause the scrambling femmes to roll back toward the other cot. They tore at hair and breasts and began kneeing each other in the pussy.
Their skirts finally fell away after this furious encounter and the thronged lovelies continued hammering away at one another. I was amazed at their stamina but I think a ruthless anger was more probably the reason these two were trying to kill one another. That and the thought of some serious insurance money kept them fiercely at each others throat.
Liz finally ended up on top and both women took a moment to catch some much-needed breath. They were whispering to each other, too tired to talk at this point. Then I saw Liz spit at Sara’s face and Sara launched a punch to Liz’s face, which knocked her back toward the front of the cell.
Both women rose slowly, breasts heaving, hands on their knees and glared at one another. Two very desperate women not knowing what to do next.
My cue.
I opened the door to the cell room and approached the tired warriors. Liz and Sara approached the bars until full breasts were squeezing between them.
“She started this, Mr. Deputy”, pleaded Liz.
“Like hell I did!”, spat Sara angrily eyeing her sister. They each shot a hand to the others hair and glared while slowly twisting one anothers hair.
“Ladies, please,I’ve heard everything you said and it’s on tape.” I said moving toward the cell until my belt buckle hit the hardened steel of the cell bars.
“Why deputy, then you know that this and that other thing was all Liz’s idea,” smiled Sara as she began unbuttoning my trousers.
“Deputy, you sweet thing. You know the tape will show that Sara here is clearly the culprit in both these…ahhhh matters.” Cooed Liz as she reached through the bars and began unbuttoning my shirt.
Pants and shirt hit the floor at the same time as the nefarious duo did a hi/low on me. I suspected this was not the first time they had performed this particular maneuver. Liz slipped to her knees and began licking cock like it was the first time she’d ever seen one. Sara was busy rubbing my chest and kissing me through the cell bars.
After several moments of exquisite pleasure, my hips began to buck. Sara had Liz by the hair with one hand attempting to pull her off my pulsating manhood. Liz held on tight and only sucked harder, raking her right hand down Sara’s butt cheek.
Sara screamed, I screamed and the sheriff came…in the door that is. I replaced the videotape just after he fired me.
As the slightly bruised sisters emerged from the courthouse they noticed me standing across the street. I held the videotape in my right hand and moved it a bit so they’d see it. They slowly sauntered across the street in some rather ill- fitting clothing the sheriff had found for them. They were smiling and looked grateful.
I opened the door and in they went. Driving toward my little lonely ranch house, the women took turns thanking me orally, occasionally wrestling for position in the front seat of my big old Buick. Almost went off the road a few times as Liz straddled her sister and they pulled hair.
They wrestled all the way back to my place and were quite bare-ass by the time we arrived.
I hadn’t yet decided how to handle this dangerous duo, but was looking forward to the challenge. Once they found out I was a catfight fan, they agreed to fight whenever I wanted which was normally twice a day. First thing in the morning, nude over my swaying cock and later in the evening in front of the fireplace. They had many such battles. Hope you enjoyed the first.
AUTHOR NOTE: Don't forget to puchase a few of my books on Amazon to help defray artist commission costs. It really helps. Thanks to all my readers.
