A Dog's Life
by
Catwriter
Been a hell of a ride. Seen so much. Just relaxing now in my little trailer park. Hey, we've got trees and everything. The units are spaced far enough apart that I can't hear the neighbors fart. My monthly check pays rent, food, bills, cigarettes and beer. Oh yeah, an occasional celebratory bottle of vodka with just a bit of OJ.
Living large, me and my dog, Ozzie. I know he considers me strange but allows me to feed him and let him wander the woods out back hunting squirrels and such.
My closest neighbor, just a holler away was Marge. God, the woman was as pleasant as she was large. Always doing little things like asking if I needed cigarettes and beer at the corner store and sending her daughters over to help with clean up after a party; that sort of thing.
Marge sold me my dope and while not high quality, it was certainly enough to take me where I wanted to go. Just fire up and sit on the back porch taking in the tall oaks, hawks and a lovely meandering little stream which became a river in the rain. Are all trailer parks located in flood zones or what?
Anyway, Marge's girls were something else. A couple of Daisy Mae's to be sure. Their bodies were supple in a way that suggested a wondrous softness and thanks to youth, kept it all afloat in an extraordinarily sexy way. They were in a word, thick. In a Brittany sort of way, if you know what I mean. Breasts much larger than the singer but deep set innocent eyes and a continuous deer in the headlights expression on their lovely southern faces.
Yes, my man. They wore daisy dukes and midriff baring half blouses tied around the navel. They both had brown hair although Jenny had recently become a blonde. When we talked from time to time, Jessica seemed a bit miffed at her sisters antics. We'd sip beer on the small back porch every weekend when they weren't chasing the local boys around. It was cleavage city and took massive self-restraint not to dip my nose in there and yell, Brunski!
I saw the cop car in front of Margies house and had a feeling I'd be buying my hooch elsewhere for awhile. I went over there and Marge asked me to look after Jenny and Jessica for a few weeks. I told her not to worry and that I would be happy to help out. Hell, yeah!
Being a solid citizen, I wanted to afford the opportunity to the young to grow up thinking alternatively. And thus, I bought em beer and booze and dope. The gals would hug me at times like this and pretty much make my day.
About a week after Marge left us, Jenny dropped by and said she needed some money to pay bills. I had plenty left over at the end of the month so I told her to bring them over and we'd take a look. We sat side by side at the picnic table under
a great oak tree.
She was trying to concentrate but bill paying was a skill she had yet to learn. She put her arm around me and confessed she wouldn't know what to do if I was not helping.
At that moment, Jessica came around the corner, grabbed a beer from the cooler and sat opposite us. Jenny removed her arm from my back and seemed embarrassed that her sister had seen us like that. Jessica had a bemused but accusatory look on her face and was enjoying moment.
Having fun over here, sis? She asked.
Just doing the bills, something you obviously don't care about, replied a vexed Jenny.
Whatever, was Jesses considered reply.
Jesse was looking kinda funny at me. She caught me looking at her lovely cleavage. Damn it, I thought. Had there been a plate on the table, her breasts would have filled it completely.
I felt the toes under my pants bottom slowly slide up my leg. Someone is getting frisky I thought glancing up at Jessica. She was smiling to beat the band. Jenny was unaware of the footsie being played and we continued hashing through the paperwork. She brought us all a beer, we were up to three, and not caring that her sister was there, placed her arm around me again.
This was becoming a bit much for my aging body, but my young mind sent an imminent signal to the nether regions resulting in a slow but steady response.
I don't know when these two had been laid last but there seemed to be some kind of weird horny competition going on between the busty southern gals. The toes which had by now abandoned my ankle area were tweaking my crotch in a tender, almost finger-like fashion. Jenny had turned slightly and her breast was firmly implanted under my right arm as her hand had fallen to rest firmly on my left asscheek. The smell of her hair was more intoxicating than the Icehouse I was drinking.
Over the next half hour this silent physical flirting had me about ready to pass out. I was hot and another few beers had fueled us all to the point that I didn't know what the hell was going to happen. Didn't care either cause I was pretty sure it would be good.
Jessica got the ball rolling when she spilled her beer all over the bills
Jenny and I quickly leaned back as beer seeped over our crotches and legs.
You dumb bitch, spat the raging little blonde.
Jessica, trying to mop the mess with a napkin said, oh fuck you Jenny, it was an accident.
How's this for an accident, yelled Jenny standing now as she tossed beer in her sisters face.
You little cxnt, shouted Jessica as she leaned over trying to smack her sister. Jenny had better luck as Jessica leaned precariously over the table.
Smack. She caught her sister firmly upside the head with a wicked slap, brown hair flying.
Ah ladies, I think we should calm down now, I lamely commented.
What do they say, snowball chance in hell of that happening.
The enraged young females met at the side of the table slapping away fiercely at one another. Faces, breasts and arms were the targets and red welts appeared everywhere. Circling as they fought, their loosely tied blouses came undone and Jennys red bra and Jessicas purple bra were clearly in view. Damn their breasts were huge and swayed wildly as they battled. The titty slaps were loud and emitted yelps from the gals.
They were anxious to tangle and threw their arms about one another as they wrestled furiously. Their bra clad breasts mashed together and threatened to spill out of their confinement at any second. The yelling had stopped as they put everything they had into trying to topple the other. The upper body tangle was a sight to behold.
Finally, settling into a side headlock, they pulled hair furiously, still circling, leaning over with their asses stuck out. Pushing at the same time, they fell harshly on their backs, still head-locked. Scrambling together their breasts and bellies once again came into contact as each sought to put the other on her back. Evenly matched as they were, Jenny and Jessica had stalemated momentarily. Their bras were loose to begin with and gradually Jenny left breast and Jessicas right tumbled into view. Pressed together firmly, they pancaked as all four hands went to hair.
Pushing furiously, Jenny finally managed to lay fully on top of her sister, spreading her legs wide for balance. Their daisy dukes rubbed harshly and added an erotic note to the heavy breathing and occasional slap. Their hair intermingled as Jessica thrust her crotch into Jenny's and toppled her to the side. Grasping each others bra, they began tugging and soon four breasts bobbed into view, warbling as their legs entwined and they slammed their crotches together.
Jenny's bra was above her breasts and Jessicas below, dangling awkwardly but sexily.
A sudden scream emanated from Jessica as Jenny gave her nipple a wicked pinch followed by a full titty twist. Quick to respond, Jennys mouth opened wide as Jessica dug her nails into her breast. Their tangle was quite complete. They were forehead to sweaty forehead with legs locked at the ankle. Hands closest to the ground held the others hair. Their upper hands and arms slapped and punched and squeezed with incredible speed.
Slowing a bit, they grasped hands and pushed. The most interesting aspect of the hand twirling was their breast fight. At one point, nipple resting on nipple, in the next nipples buried in angrily squirming breast flesh. Bearhugging once more, the warring young women were whispering into the others ear. I could see lips moving in a snarling way and then a savage bear hug thrust by one of the battlers. Reddened sweaty breasts squeezed out beneath their arms as they threatened to pop one another.
A sudden flurry of breast punches and they two battlers flung away from one another resting on their bags, trying to breathe. Their rapidly rising and falling breasts had taken considerable punishment. Small scratches and even bruises appeared. Their pain was such that their lower torsos swayed back and forth as though by movement it would dissipate.
These gals were clearly done. I went over and knelt between them. They were sobbing lightly now as new welts were making themselves felt.
I brought them each a beer as they pushed up with hands behind their backs, full breasts marvelously displayed. They were glaring at one another as they sipped and considered the damage each had inflicted. Their hair was wild and in a strange way, quite sexy. Sweat dripped from their chins and meandered its way to their cleavage and disappeared.
They leaned over toward one another and propped up on an elbow, their lower breasts fattening up as they squished against the grass.
They were breathing normally now, fully conscious of their exposed breasts and doing nothing to change the situation. Their angry eyes slowly left each other and looked up at me. I couldn't help myself. I was smiling.
They seemed a bit perplexed until their eyes rested upon the tent I'd created (look ma, no hands) in my khakis. The twitch therein was just slightly visible and the young women looked at my zipper appreciatively. Jenny was the first to smile (having worked through the math) and slowly pulled down my zipper. Reaching in, she freed the worlds number one cat fight fan.
Jessica leaned in and took a lick at the underside as Jenny slowly stroked my erection. They were practically giggling at this strange turn of events but proved worldly in their tender ministrations. I took this moment to lay on my back as the gals positioned themselves to either side. Slowly stroking and licking, they continued. I grasped a large dangling breast of each and massaged slowly. Their free hands were lightly rubbing their pussies through their shorts. Jenny cupped my balls as she stroked, ever so slowly. Jessica finished her mind blowing licking and took my dick in her hot mouth. Just the head, mind you. She could still lick the underside which she did with agonizing slowness. Their hair framed my crotch and lightly rubbed the inside of my thighs.
My hips were beginning to rotate slightly and the girls increased the speed of their respective tasks.
Reaching far back into primeval history, my dick exploded into Jessicas waiting lips. Jennifer tightened her grip and pulled quickly now. I just kept coming and the gals were clearly impressed. Jessica, to her credit, never once stopped sucking, finally wrenching Jennys hand away and taking me fully in her mouth.
I wimpered like a child as they disengaged and lay beside me, four firm young breasts pressed to my chest as they slowly licked my neck and ears, bringing me down ever so slowly.
I must have fallen asleep the soundness of which quickly had me in a dream within a dream. Large breasts were slapping together above which angry challenging faces threatened one another. I couldn't hear the sounds but the force of the body twists flattened the breasts to the side before reforming missile like, the crashed and molded together. A furious, strangely silent battle. Left and right, they turned firing volley after volley of breast flesh into conflict.
Suddenly, hair was grasped and pulled and they were falling toward me, very slowly. The dream fled as two sharp elbows burrowed into my sternum.
Ouch, damn, I yelled.
There we all were, bouncing wildly on my double bed. Jenny and Jessica had their legs wrapped around one of my own for leverage as they continued to savagely tear at one anothers hair. Their upper bodies and breasts repeatedly slammed into my torso as they pulled furiously. Now hands were flying through air as hard slaps were exchanged. I had my arms around each and was trying to escape this wonderful trap of violence.
Unable to do so, I moved my legs slightly upward in an effort to protect my cock and balls. The action was furious and the gals were insulting one another. Each insult was followed by a sharp hard slap.
Releasing the hair pulls, the gals disengaged and knelt on either side of me, full young breasts pointing accusingly at each other.
You've had your fill, selfish little bitch, go home, spat Jessica.
No way, reasoned Jenny as she leaned forward over me and lightly scraped her breasts against her sister. Jessica was up for the task and lightly slapped her tits into Jenny.
Titfight gets him, bargained Jessica
Deal, agreed Jenny. With that, they began arcing their breasts at one another and slamming together hard. Hands found their own hips and shoulders slammed together. They looked down to their furiously fighting breasts seeking a clear opportunity to jam a breast into its counterpart. They rose and lowered upon their thighs as they sought leverage, Jessica slamming her breasts into Jennys belly, pushing her back. Jenny rising up slamming her tits into Jessicas face.
For several moments they bobbed and weaved and slammed their heavy breasts together, occasionally crying out as they attacked one another.
Their actions slowed somewhat but both had risen up on their knees. They stopped completely and just glared hatefully at one another. The hair rose on my neck the way they considered one another, just waiting, biding time.
Leg muscles twitched simultaneously as they flung their upper bodies together securing firm hairgrips from behind. They painfully twisted each others heads from side to side. Their breasts banged against one another continuously, mushrooming and flattening.
Their legs were spread wide for balance as one knee would rise above the mattress following a particularly vicious hair pull. Jenny reached down suddenly and cupped Jessicas pussy, then squeezed. Jessica, hellcat that she was responded in kind. Their pussies didn't have much hair but fingers began disappearing within. They both had a bowling ball grip on the other still tugging furiously at head hair. Wrenching fingers free as pain reached its threshold, they crashed together, fell to the bed and quickly rolled to the floor where they pulled hair trying to knee each other in the pussy. This escalated to a rolling, slapping floor fight with first one ass high in the air and then the other. Their pussies would grind together for a moment as their bodies wrenched together and then separate as they thrashed around violently.
I stood over their jerking forms and was performing a little jerk myself when Marge walked in...........
That, of course, would be another story and since the big lady shot me to forever land, someone else will have to pick up the pen.
