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Jean vs Shelly
I know this story is far from perfect, but I wanted to get it out so I could get back to work on a couple of other things I have on the back burner.
I hope you all enjoy it (especially Steve, wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more say no more).
Jean and Shelly fight by JT Edson
Jean and Shelly both stood around 5 foot 10 inches tall and well worth the climb. Shelly had been with the company several years, Jean a little over 2 months. Steve had been with the company for a couple of years.
He had started flirting with Shelly almost from the day he started working for the company. She enjoyed flirting back. They had been going out off and on since then, but there was never a strong commitment. They saw other people as well, but Steve kept his in office flirting to a minimum with the other ladies in the office. That was the way Shelly liked it.
Then the day came that Jean started, like Shelly she was a very confident woman and knew what she wanted. She wanted Steve. Within a month of Jean’s arrival Shelly found her and Steve in the supply closet making out. Steve was a little caught off guard. But when Shelly locked eyes with Jean everything was made abundantly clear. Jean just leaned into Steve and smiled back at Shelly’s dagger eyes. This was broken up as another person passed by the door. The group went their separate ways.
Later that day, the girls happened to be in the ladies room at the same time.
“You are such a slut, throwing yourself at Steve like that, “ Shelly fired off at Jean.
Jean replied, “You’re just jealous about the competition. If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. Believe me; I plan to cook with Steve.”
“I’ll dampen that fire, just you wait and see.”
“Alright, then let the competition begin and may the best woman win.”
With that they parted company and didn’t see each other the rest of the day.
Shelly, made a bee line to Nick’s office and closed the door and pulled the shades. Nick looked up from his desk as Shelly walked up to him.
“Shelly, remember, we agreed we would see other people,” Nick started as he got up from his desk hands out defensively in front of him.
Before he could say another word Shelly put her arms around his neck, pressed her body against his and kissed him passionately. For a moment, Nick was stunned, but then started kissing her back as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer. She could feel his manhood growing against her body. After a moment she separated their lip lock and pulled back a little from his body. She looked down at his steel like member and grinned.
“Oh. Did I do that?” she said coyly. She lightly ran her nails over his stiffness and licked her lips. “Why don’t you come by tonight so I can take care of that for you?”
Of course Steve agreed. He was no fool. Shelly left after squaring up the details for the evening. No sooner had he finally refocused on the work at his desk when Jean showed up at his door. She smiled and asked, “May I come in?” Of course Steve said yes and she came in, shut the door and drawing the blinds to any prying eyes.
“What are you doing tonight? Want to finish what we started in the supply room?”
“Damn,” Steve thought. “I must just live right.”
“Uhm, I can’t tonight. I’m already scheduled,” Steve said a little evasively.
“It’s Shelly isn’t it? She got here first didn’t she?”
“Sorry, what about tomorrow night?”
“Humph.” Jean started to say forget it, but then decided she wouldn’t give the bitch the satisfaction.
Instead she leaned over Steve’s desk and almost whispered in his ear, “That would be fine, besides tomorrow is Friday and I can take my time.” She then walked out of his office, but as she got to his door she turned around and winked at him before she left.
The rest of the day Steve found it hard to concentrate on work.
Needless to say Steve was at Shelly’s door with a bottle of wine right on time. She greeted him in a peasant blouse, flowing skirt (down below her knees), and sandals. She invited him in with a kiss on the lips as she took the bottle of wine. They made small talk as he helped prepare the meal. They drank the wine as they had dinner and made more small talk as romantic music played in the background. After dinner they sat on the couch and talked some more small talk about their mutual interests and then about work and the people that worked there.
The conversation turned toward Jean and the conversation in the ladies room. Shelly described the conversation and watched Steve’s reaction. She already suspected how he would react. Steve sat there listening with rapped attention. Shelly watched his eyes as she spoke and could see his excitement at the small conflict. She decided to see where this would go.
“At the end I came close to smacking her face (Bingo! His eyes widened and she could see him getting hard), but we were at work and someone walked in just then, so we stopped and acted like nothing happened.”
Steve took her hand in his at this time and she could feel the heat of the blood rushing through his veins. This excited her as well. They sat closer together. “ I know we said we would see other people, but the thought of that bitch being with you makes my blood boil.”
Steve put his hand to her cheek. “Shelly, I am seeing Jean tomorrow night. She came to see me just a few minutes after you did. I’m not ready to choose between you two yet. Can you accept that?”
Shelly took Steve’s hand away from her face and kissed him deeply then leaned back, “Well, I’ve got tonight to change your mind.” With that she leaned back from him and pulled her blouse up over her head exposing her succulent breasts. She stood up and sat on Steve’s lap putting her tits in his face. She put her hand behind his head and guided his mouth to her nipples and enjoyed his kisses and sucking on them (Oh, he is so good at that. He drives me crazy!). She was now straddling him and could feel his throbbing manhood against her bare clit through his pants. She felt herself rubbing against him making herself wet.
She got up off him and helped him take his pants off. His member was in a saluting position ready to receive her. She looked at him with hunger in her eyes and hiked up her skirt showing her red thatch, then straddled him again. He entered her like a hot knife entering a crock of butter. She gasped as he penetrated her and her whole body shivered. It wasn’t long till they were in their paces and not long after that she came with a loud scream of pleasure. She French kissed Steve for a minute and they started again. All the while Steve thought of her and Jean on the floor rolling around pulling hair fighting for his dick. After what seemed like an eternity to Steve Shelly came again. Not long after that she could feel that familiar feeling of him preparing to cum. With a loud moan he shot hard up into her with a force neither remembered before. Shelly came a third time with him. It was five in the morning the next day that Steve left her bed to go home to get ready for work.
He was still thinking about last night when Jean walked in to his office. She was very bubbly as she shut the door behind her. “Hi. So how was last night? , “she asked as if talking about the weather. Steve was caught off guard by this direct question. He kept his mouth shut thinking what to say. Before he could finally decide what to say Jean jumped back in. “Oh never mind. Whatever last night was like I will top it tonight. I will make you completely forget about Shelly. I am going to rock your world tonight.” With that, she walked up to Steve’s desk and pulled him to her by his tie and kissed him slowly and sensually. “And that is just a taste of what coming tonight.” She winked at him and left the room.
32 year old Shelly had red curly hair down to her shoulders and a very curvy figure. 36D breasts, generous hips and shapely legs. Her green eyes sparkled when she felt mischievous and she had a few freckles against her milky skin.
Jean, also 32 years old had strait dirty blonde hair down to her shoulder blades. She had 34C breasts, nice curvy hips with an ass that would sway the right way to catch a man’s attention and long legs.
That night came and they had a terrific evening of dinner, dancing and drinks. When they got back to Jean’s place they sat on her couch talking for a short time before they ended up in Jean’s bedroom. Steve stood by the king sized bed and she walked into her bathroom for a few minutes, then back out dressed in a little cream colored nightie that only reached her mid thigh accentuating her long legs.
Jean walked up to Steve and gently put her hands on his chest. She loved to feel the play of his muscles under his shirt. She looked up into his eyes and gently pushed him back on the bed. When he landed he looked at her cocking himself up on his elbows. She looked back at him with longing, then quietly kneeled between his legs and started undoing his pants. His bulge was quite evident thru his underwear as she pulled his pants down to his ankles. She rubbed it with her fingertips then caressed it with her finger nails. His member twitched at her every touch. Jean enjoyed this too thinking of the taste and feel of his manhood in her mouth. She savored this thought for a moment then pulled his underwear down to his ankles as well. He sprang to attention standing almost straight up in the air. She grinned then put his tip in her mouth. He moaned with the gentle touch of her lips and tongue as she took him further into her mouth. Slowly at first Jean started her up and down rhythm being sure to run her tongue over his sensitive ridge as she did so. As she picked up her rhythm she took his balls in her hand and gently massaged them. She could feel him getting stiffer and slightly vibrating as his man juice started forming up like water coming out of a fountain. She took her hand away from his balls and planted them on either side of his hips as she steadied herself for the on coming rush of protein. He started moaning louder as her anticipation reached a fever pitch. It seemed like an eternity before she heard him say, “Oh my G--_, oh my G-- , I’m coming!” Then the salty white liquid exploded in her mouth. No matter how many times she did this, he always seemed to fill her mouth to the point it seeped out the edges of her lips just a little bit. She always licked her lips afterwards to get every drop.
Steve, lay there for a few seconds, then leaned down and gently brought Jean up to his chest as he sat on the end of the bed and then fell back on the bed holding her. She laid her head on his chest and listened to him breath. They made love three times that night. Steve got up, at 5:00 AM exhausted the next morning and went home to get ready for work.
Both Shelly and Jean made a bee line for his office soon after they got in and got to his door at the same time.
“What are you doing here slut, didn’t you bore him enough last night?” Shelly jabbed.
“Oh, not at all. We had such a good time last night, gosh I’m still sore from the ride. I wanted to ask Steve if he was ready for round two tonight, “ Jean dug back.
“Funny, I was going to do the same thing. I’m still exhausted from our marathon session Wednesday night. I’m surprised he had enough energy to do you at all, but then again I guess it wouldn’t take much to satisfy your sex drive. I’m surprised you could keep up with him.”
“You stupid whore. It must have been a relief for Steve to be with a real woman like me after the disappointment you must have given him in bed.”
“Really? When Steve was hammering me into the bed the other night, he was telling me he was going out with you out of a sense of pity.”
Steve could hear the girls arguing outside his door and as they were going back and forth they were getting louder. While the conversation was turning him on, he knew his other office workers were getting a real show. He opened his door and ushered the two warring women in. He shut the door and drew the blind.
Jean and Shelly stood practically nose to nose with their hands on their hips, glaring at each other. Steve stood back and started to say something when the girls suddenly lit into each other, slapping and kicking and pulling hair. Steve had a hell of a time pulling these two alpha females apart. When he finally did he had a few scratches of his own and a few red slap marks to boot.
The girls went to opposite corners of the room as if they had heard the bell and were going to opposite corners of a ring for the end of the round.
“Damn it. If you two want to go at each other that badly, why not come to my house after work and settle it in private, just the three of us. No interruptions, no one getting fired and it can go to a finish.”
The girls looked at Steve as if they suddenly realized he was there. “It’s always been a fantasy of mine to see two gorgeous women fight over me and if you two are going to do this I’d love to see it.”
The girls stood silent for a moment staring at Steve as he spoke.
Shelly spoke first, “Fine. I’d love to kick this bitch’s ass and if it turns you on so much the better. The more turned on you are the sweeter the love after I’m done.”
“Oh come on Shelly, do you really think you can kick my ass? In your dreams. Fine, your on and when I’m done dragging your sorry ass all over Steve’s living room I’m going to throw you down in front of the couch so you can have a front row seat as I fuck Steve’s brains out.”
It looked like they were going to go at it again, so Steve stepped in and escorted Shelly to the door of his office said a few BS words about thanking her for her part of the project discussion and she left. A minute later he did the same thing with Jean, knowing he fooled no one, but feeling he had to make the attempt.
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“Bing Bong.” Steve opened his front door. She was dressed to the nines and Steve was struck dumb. Shelly put her hand to the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “That was just the reaction I wanted,” Saying that, she gave him a long slow kiss that started a fire at his toes and ended at his ears. It took everything he had to escort her into his living room and not pick her up and carry her straight up the stairs to his bedroom.
As she sat down on the overstuffed couch Steve noticed Shelly had brought an overnight bag with her.
After a moment of small talk Steve mixed her favorite drink. Just as he was preparing to sit down, the door bell rang again. He excused himself and went to the door anticipating it to be Jean. He wasn’t disappointed.
“Hello lover.” Jean said as she too, dressed to impress, stopped him in his tracks. She mirrored her rival with the same greeting, gaining the exact same reaction, and was escorted into Steve’s living room. As she sat down at the opposite end of the overstuffed couch, Steve noticed she too had brought an overnight bag. Both women were obviously very confident in their win.
They noticed each other’s bag and stared daggers into each other. This was going to get nasty real quick so Steve deflected their anger by mixing a quick drink for Jean and drawing their attention away from each other.
“Ladies, if you still want to do this, and I think you do, let me show you were this is going to happen.” The confident swagger in his voice belied Steve’s nervousness, anticipation and fear. He didn’t really want either of them to get hurt, but the mere thought of two gorgeous women fighting over him was his ultimate fantasy. He turned and handed Jean her drink, which she gulped down in one swallow. She handed Steve the glass back and said, “Let’s get to it. I want to beat her ass and feel that hard cock in me as soon as possible.”
“I am so sorry you are going to be disappointed. I already have plans for that monster cock and I plan to use them as soon after I’ve left you a mess on the floor. But, here’s a consolations prize for you. You can lay there crying while you watch me getting the f_cking of my life from Steve.”Shelly said this while she made her way over to Steve. She pressed her hand against his raging hard on and smiled. “Oh my, is that for me?”
Jean grabbed Shelly by the shoulder and spun her around. “Let’s do this now!”
Shelly was about to respond when Steve got between them. “Alright ladies, alright, we’ll cut to the chase and head on down stairs.” Steve directed the girls to the basement all the while staying in between them.
The basement had a nice thick carpet on the floor. The only two pieces of furniture in the room was a couch and a love seat set at an angle to each other in a corner.
“You ladies set the rules and we will all abide by them,” said Steve.
Rules? There are no rules.” Shelly stated matter of factly. “We fight till only one is left to claim the prize. And that will be me.” Steve was turned on by Shelley’s confidence. She then moved to one side of the room and started undressing never taking her eyes off her rival.
Jean mirroring Shelley’s actions on the opposite side of the room fired back,” Oh I am so going to enjoy wiping that look off your face and replacing it with disappointment after I beat the sh_t out of you and f_ck Steve right there in front of your beaten _ss.”
Steve moved to the couch and love seat in the corner of the room and sat down to watch the action.
The women stood completely naked with their hands on their hips facing each other in defiance they tried to stare each other down across the room. As if given a signal, the two combatants crouched down a little with their hands like claws in front of them and charged. They met in the middle of the room with an audible slapping of flesh as they plowed into each other. With no regard to defense, they started slapping and scratching at each other’s chests, necks, faces and shoulders. This went on for over a minute then Shelley scooped Jean up in a bear hug and lifted her into the air. Jean groaned from the pressure and planted one of her hands under Shelly’s chin and the other pushing on one of her shoulders.
Shelley managed to move her chin out of the way after a few seconds and bit down on Jean’s hand causing her to let out a shriek of pain. Shelly only let go because Jean ran her other hands nails down her face scratching the big redhead. It was Shelley’s turn to let out a screech of pain. She threw Jean down on the floor and backed away for a second to see if there was any blood. Fortunately, neither woman had drawn any….yet.
Shelley recovered quickly and kicked Jean in the side as she started to get up, knocking her back down and onto her back. As Shelley started to mount her prone foe, Jean brought her own feet up and shoved her enemy up and over her, causing Shelley to land on her back with a “whoof”.
They laid on the floor a moment to recuperate, then started crawling toward their competition other on hands and knees. When they reached each other the women reared up on their knees and dug their hands in each other’s hair, pulling and tugging for all they were worth.
Steve’s bulge was so big he had to remove his pants to relieve the uncomfortable strain on his zipper. He then sat at the edge of his seat with the excitement only a man being fought over by two gorgeous women can.
The hair pulling was so intense strands of curly red and dirty blonde hair littered the carpeted floor. The grip in each other’s hair was so intense the women fell over onto their side and started kicking their long sexy legs out trying to raise them over the other girl, giving Steve an incredible view of their trimmed patches of womanhood and the love canal under each of them. Finally, the combatants started rolling back and forth scissoring their legs trying to mount the other.
Both sets of legs were now receiving scratch marks from the other’s sharp painted toe nails. When that wasn’t enough damage the girls parted a little and their feet started kicking up at each other’s thighs and then crotches and bellies.
They used their toes as tongs pulling at the other’s p_ussy fur. Steve could see the mounds of red and dirty blonde curlies being pulled up away from the bodies by this toe grabbing attack.
Suddenly the girls discovered they could insert their big toe into the other woman’s box. They looked at each other with evil intent and started forcing their big toe in and then the toe next to it. Jean and Shelley both let out a hiss of pain at this new form of attack, but at the same time they both discovered their rival was sopping wet with excitement from the action.
“You f_cking l_esbian, Hissed Shelley. I’m turning you on you little wh_re.”
Your no different you little sl_t. Your dripping wet. What’s the matter am I turning you on too much, was Jean’s reply?”
Suddenly Jean let out a shriek.
Shelley had gone from rubbing her toes up and down in her rival to jamming them in and scratching at her rival’s c_nt lining.
“B-tch!” Jean screamed, “two can play at that game” and she proceeded to use her toes to claw at her rivals c_nt walls, “ When I’m done you’ll be to raw to even think about s_x with Steve.”
Still with a death grip in the other woman’s hair, they inflicted damage on the other woman’s s_x. Screams and cries of anguish and pain flew from the two enemies for over a minute.
Steve was shocked at how savage this catfight had become. Just as he was about to get up and separate the two alley cats (yes, he had an amazing b-ner), Shelley came up with a new attach. She brought her free foot up even further and planted it on Jean’s chest shoving. This seemed to cause the ladies feet to separate from each other’s womanhood. Shelley then moved her other foot up and planted it on Jean’s chest as well.
Pulling with her hands in Jean’s hair still and pushing with her feet on the other woman’s chest as hard as she could, Steve could hear a low keening moan escape Jean as large clumps of her hair came loose in Shelley’s hands.
Jean slid back from Shelley in agony with her hands buried in her own scalp trying to massage away the pain.
Shelley stood up on wobbly legs still holding both handfuls of her rival’s hair. She walked over to Steve and dropped the two clumps of hair in his lap. “Here, a souvenir. Don’t go away , I’ll be right back.”
A little steadier on her feet now, Shelley walked over and stood next to Jean who was now alternating between massaging the damage to her scalp and her womanhood. Shelley stood there for a moment more then brought her foot up and stomped it down on Jean’s belly, bringing a new point of pain to her rival. “B_tch, when I’m done you’ll wish you had never tried to come between me and Steve.”
Now Shelley sat on Jean’s stomach facing her feet. She looked back at Steve and said “Watch this.”
Steve got up to get a better view of the action.
“Wh_re Steve is my man”, Shelley said in a low tone and then took hold Jean’s small patch of p_ssy fur and pulled with all her might bringing away a generous amount of the fuzz that was there. Jean arched her back screeching obscenities trying to buck Shelley off. Shelly then grabbed Jean by her cl_t and twisted screaming, " So, is this where you want Steve to stick his c_ck, Bitch?" "Is this where you want him to f_ck you? Well not tonight sk_nk. Tonight his big c_ck is all mine!" Jean shrieked as if someone were killing her (and for all Steve could tell, that might just be what was happening.) and bucked and kicked for all she was worth trying to get her rival in love to end the pain and release her tender lips.
“Oh no you don’t” said Shelley as she rode the bucking bronco till Jean used up what little energy she had left. As soon as Jean settled back down exhausted Shelley dug her fingernails into the other woman’s inner self and dug in.
“Who is the better woman?”
Jean just screamed and shook her head no.
Shelley fingernails were still in Jean’s love canal she started scratching.
Jean let out a blood curdling banshee’s cry and pounded on Shelley’s back with what little fire she could muster, but to no avail, she just dug in deeper and harder.
Finally, Jean could stand no more. “You’re the better woman! Shelley, you’re the better woman!”
Who gets Steve?”
Jean replied in tears, “You do Shelley. You do. I give up. I surrender. Please stop. I can’t take anymore.”
Shelley scratched away at Jean’s inner walls for a few seconds more to get her point across then stopped. She slammed her b_tt down on Jean’s belly hard then got up.
“B_tch I beat you fair and square. Steve is mine tonight and until a better woman can beat me in a catfight he is staying mine.”
Jean just rolled into a ball and started balling on the floor. She knew, today, she was beat.
Shelley stood up in front of Steve and looked down at her prize. Sore as she was, she wanted Steve and she needed him in her.
Steve looked up at the woman who had just demolished a woman for the right to his c_ck. He had never been so turned on in his life. He took her in his arms and held her close to him for a moment . Shelly could feel his throbbing manhood as he pressed her against him. She cupped his member in her hand. She rested her other hand on his chest feeling the muscles of his chest. She gently ran her fingernails across his chest and then moved her hand up to the base of his neck and whispered in his ear, “take me now Steve. I need you in me bad.”
He shivered with anticipation as she gently guided him inside her. He picked her up and she wrapped her long legs around his back. Feeling him move deeper inside her she let out a slight gasp. Steve cupped her buttocks with both hands not only to feel that incredibly firm _ss but to support her weight as they started moving in a rhythm together. As their rhythm picked up Shelly started thrusting herself harder onto Steve’s steel like rod and he would meet her every movement with a thrust of his own. Within a few minutes they were coming together so hard an audible slap could be heard from each impact of flesh on flesh. Soon the lovers were grunting from their efforts, sweat covering their bodies. Steve was barely able to stay on his feet. A few moments more and their grunts turned into moans as the familiar swell of ecstasy rose in them both. Their efforts became even more frantic as the moment of climax arrived with an incredible scream of “Yes!” leapt forth from both their mouths at once.
Shelly woke hours later and looked around for her rival. With a sense of relief she realized Jena was gone.
Letting out an audible sigh of relief that almost woke the sleeping dead Steve, She realized the fight she had earlier was more important to her then she realized. This man was now hers and hers alone. Shelly liked that concept and snuggled into him and thought about the results of her fight with Jean and the future.
