I never can decide if it's better to post additional parts in one thread or start new ones. Anyway, here is part 3.
Cheers,
Hooked
(the third part)
Later that night, when the clock was flashing 2:30am, both Mary and Emily lay awake and restlessly turning in the beds in their respective homes. They both had satisfied themselves and their husbands’ sexual desires hours earlier. No that’s not quite accurate. Mary was as horny as ever; as horny as she had been ever since witnessing Louise and Connie fighting for the first time. She would tell Mark all about the kinky turn in her life. But that wouldn’t be until later, when she had a chance to get more under control. She was still so off balance by the recent and unexpected turn of events.
Several houses down and around the block, Mary could feel her own pussy wet with desire. She resisted the urge to rub herself laying in the bed beside Walter. He had pumped her well and expertly a few hours earlier. But now she was strangely agitated and excited and not quite able to put aside the images of the events Mary described earlier. Of course she was excited by that fight in the 10th grade. Those were the days of raging hormones and the energy and inhibitions of youth. But she hadn’t thought about anything like that in 19 years, for heaven’s sake. So why was she excited by the prospect of watching two mature women fight tomorrow afternoon? Good grief, these were mothers and neighbors. Why did she eagerly agree to go and watch? And why was her pussy wet?
Saturday morning was a flurry of family activities for both women; breakfast, house hold chores, getting kids to sports events. Mary was officially to go to a women’s club meeting in the afternoon; maybe she would be back in time for dinner. And that was the same excuse Emily used to free herself for the afternoon. Connie had told Mary she and Louise would be meeting at 2pm up on the outskirts of Bellville, eight miles West on Route 43. They had rented a room for the weekend at the Imperial Motel. They wanted a private place to be undisturbed where they could do what they wanted with impunity. And that would be taking as much time as they felt like to lock together and beat the crap out of each other.
Emily met Mary at her house and they began the drive together with nervous grins on their faces. “I don’t know why I’m doing this”, offered Emily with a goofy smile on her face. Mary smiled back. “I’m not sure I could tell you why I am either. I just know I can’t stay away. Louise told me a week ago that I’m no more perverted by watching than they are by doing it.” Emily chortled, “well, I guess that may be true. Is it the 10th grade all over again?”. “Perhaps. But seriously. How long has it been since you were this excited by going somewhere on a Saturday afternoon?” Emily answered, “I can’t deny it. Seems very naughty and something I should not be doing at all, however”. The women rode on in silence for several minutes, but they couldn’t keep the nervous grins off their faces as they glanced at each other frequently. “Hey what time is this meet supposed to happen, 1:30pm?” asked Emily. “No, 2pm. We are a half hour early. I didn’t want to miss anything”, said Mary with a chuckle. “Good grief girl”, whistled Emily. “I think you’re hooked”. “Yeah, and you may find yourself the same very soon my friend”. Mary pressed on the gas just a bit harder.
The women pulled into the parking lot and stepped out. They were both dressed in their small town Mom gear; tight summer blouses, short shorts and white athletic shoes. They went inside to the desk and found out that Louise and Connie were registered into #114. It was all the way in the back, second from the end. After walking back they were about to knock on the door when Connie came pulling up in her Honda. All the women greeted each other as if nothing particularly interesting was happening. Mary asked, “I thought you and Louise would drive up together”. “Nooo”, Connie chuckled. “We would not be able to keep our hands off each other. Probably have to pull over to the side of the road and go right on the shoulder”. Emily’s heart skipped ever so slightly and she gently sucked in some air. “I see someone has been talking”, Connie glared at Mary. “Oh don’t be mad. I just had to share with my best friend. I swear we are sworn to secrecy”. “If not I swear you will be bald”, Connie said with a serious look that said she meant it. The tension was broken by Louise’s Ford Fusion pulling up to the curb in the next empty space. There were more polite but curt greetings all around. “I didn’t know we would have a crowd”, said Louise. When Mary started to protest/explain she was cut off by Louise holding up her hand. “Oh, I don’t care. I really don’t. I just want what I came for”. And in just a minute they all piled into the little motel room.
All the women were dressed similarly. It was hot, in late August. Mary clicked the switch for the AC. The unit came to life but appeared to be older than any of them. It was not having much effect. Mary and Emily stood by the door and window, feeling very awkward and not knowing what to do. Emily pulled the drapes tightly closed. Connie and Louise were staring at each other, maybe 3 feet apart. They both started to remove their shoes, with their blouses and bras next. Neither ever took her eyes off the other. They walked toward each other, bare breasted, and snapped together like two magnets, grabbing two fists full of each other’s hair. They jerked their heads back violently and leaned into each other, smashing breasts together and pushing a leg between their opponent’s. Mary was silently glued to the sight in front of her. And Emily let out a soft groan of surprise and excitement as her two friends began to fight.
There were no sounds in the room except for the painful grunts and the sucking of air from Connie and Louise. After pushing and stumbling around for a minute, the two each began slugging one fist into their opponent’s ribcage, back and head. Emily was mesmerized by the sight and sounds of fists punching away. These women had just been talking pleasantly about 3 minutes before. On and on the women went jerking hair and punching each other. They groaned and grunted and began to softly curse and encourage each other. “Yeah come on you fucking cow. That’s it”. “Let’s go cxnt. Gimme all you got”.
It was only 3 or 4 minutes in and already Emily’s pussy was very wet. She was fascinated by the dirty spectacle in front of her and no longer had any awareness of the time and the place. And Mary watched eagerly as her friends fought. There was no way she would miss this. She reached up and pulled at her breast briefly, unaware of anything but the fight. The combatants finally lost balance and fell to the floor in a heap, instantly tangling bare legs, clutching each other tightly around the head and neck. They struggled to roll over the other for control while jerking their hair. Presently they lay still, in a tight cat ball, momentarily resting. Their rib-cages were heaving up and down to recover their breath. The only sounds in the room were the fighters panting and the old AC unit softly whirring. The pair had rolled close to Mary and Louise, who now stood more directly over them with looks of lust and not a thought of interfering. “OMG, Emily thought. So help me, I’ve never seen anything so hot; not even in the 10th grade. This is disgusting and dirty and I am so glad I’m watching”. Mary’s pussy was dripping. She could feel her panties and shorts were becoming soaked. She loved to have another opportunity to watch these two go at it.
Then, having rested sufficiently, Louise jerked Connie’s head furiously and rolled on top of her. Connie responded in kind and the two thrashed back and forth on the floor with astonishing quickness. They rolled next to the bed and clutched each other by the neck growling in anger. Connie brought up a knee into Louise’s midsection and she groaned in pain and surprise. She responded by raining down a flurry of hard punches on Connie’s chest and head. The two flailed at each other punching and kicking until they threw each other momentarily clear.
They sat for a split second before rolling onto their knees and then to their feet; heaving for air. Still staring at each other, they each pulled down their shorts and panties, which were quickly tossed in the corner. The two women slowly circled each other with their bare breasts swaying gently. As they closed they slowly raised their fists and came together throwing body punches over and over. They smacked breasts, tummies, ribs – anything they could reach. They pummeled each other continuously for a couple of minutes before finally slowing. During this engagement, Emily was overcome. Her first orgasm washed over her and her pussy gushed through her shorts and ran down her legs. It was the most pleasurable sensation she’d ever felt as she watched her friends fistfight. Meanwhile Mary had slid her hand inside her shorts and was rubbing her clit quickly, watching the two naked women pounding each other. She could feel her orgasm building.
When Connie and Louise’s arms where too tired to punch any more, they slumped over resting their hands on their knees. They both stumbled around, resting and running their hands through their hair. Just when Emily was praying it was not over, Connie slid her hand to her crotch. While rubbing her pussy, she motioned with her other hand for Louise to come and get her. Louise rubbed her pussy as well and the two women advanced toward each other with evil grins on their faces. They were both eager to keep fighting.
Mary and Emily were both fingering their pussies and watching in fascination. Connie and Louise stepped forward and pushed their bare breasts into each other as they went nose to nose. They quickly moved their hands from their own to each other’s pussy. The women groaned in pain and pleasure as they scratched and pulled their cxnts. It was quite a sight with the two standing, legs apart, scratching pussies, jerking hair with the other hand. Presently, Louise smacked Connie’s pussy with her fist, eliciting a loud groan. Connie immediately responded and the two punched each other between their legs over and over. “FFFuuuuccckkk . . .” moaned Emily as she came again. The women were a raunchy sight now, punching pussies, pulling hair, sweating from all the exertion. The sounds of punching, painting for air and groaning from pain filled the little room.
Recovering from her last orgasm, Emily stumbled on weak knees and bumped into Mary. As she was jarred from her concentration on the fighters, Mary instinctively smacked her fist into Emily’s chest in a flash of annoyance and anger. Emily was shocked and surprised. She glared silently at Mary. The two stared at each other, now ignoring the fighters for the first time since entering the room. The brief hostility lingered for Mary. Emily was an unwanted intrusion. She wished she had not invited her. Emily felt her annoyance rising. Without warning or understanding, she moved her arm and smacked her fist into Mary’s chest. Now the staring contest continued and escalated. They heard the sounds of Connie and Louise fighting but glared at each other. Both women were disoriented; emotions overwhelming them – lust and anger were building. Neither understood what was happening but were powerless against it.
They faced each other more directly. Emily felt and saw herself reach up with on hand and grab hold of Mary’s hair. It was almost an out-of-body experience. Why did she do that? She held on and pulled with increasing pressure. Mary responded, pulling Emily’s hair with one hand. The two continued to stare into each other’s faces. Each could see the look of lust, confusion and anger. Their emotions were totally in control of them. Emily was aware of a building, primitive urge as she stared at Mary. “OMG, I want to fight”, she thought. They began to pull harder, jerking their heads around. Mary mouthed the words, “come on bitch”. And the two groaned like animals and pulled each other’s hair savagely as simultaneous orgasms washed over them. Emily felt that there was nothing in heaven or earth now that interested her but fighting Mary.
The two regained control of themselves as their orgasms began to subside. They began to deliver body punches as they continued to pull hair. “Oh fuck, this is sooooo good!” thought Mary as they pounded away at each other. The two were lifelong friends that were now so very eager and pleased to be fighting. And they wanted to do it long and nasty, until they had their fill.
Only a few feet away, Connie and Louise were savagely punching each other between their legs. They savored the indescribable feelings with each punch. Their fists inflicted pain but also pleasure. They slugged away at each other’s sopping wet pussy. This afternoon they weren’t really human any longer. They were animals, abandoning themselves to their primitive emotions and feelings. They only reason they didn’t want to kill each other was the certainty they could never fight and feel like this again. On and on, they slugged each other with hard, well aimed punches. When they finally tired, they clutched each other by the hair and pulled each other into the floor. Immediately their legs tangled and their arms embraced the other. They lay there for a short time, panting for air and resting; still eager to keep up this fight, like the animals they were. They looked into each other’s eyes, lying face to face. And they both saw lust and hate staring back at them.
Emily and Mary continued to yank at each other’s hair and pummel each other with their fists. They both wanted this so badly now. Even with being best friends all their lives, they now eagerly fought in a little, hot motel room. There was not the result of any argument or rivalry. There was no jealously. At that moment neither could have told you why. They were just overcome by the raw, animal-ism of witnessing Connie and Louise fighting. Just like their classmates in the 10th grade, they slugged at each other and stumbled around. At first the fists flew fast and furiously. When their arms became tired, they slowed and aimed more accurately. They punched each other in their ribs, stomachs and chests. And their pussies were soaked through their shorts.
Connie and Louise dug in with renewed energy. They lay tightly together on the floor and rained down punches on each other’s bodes, anywhere they could. Laying on their sides, not having the energy to roll, they slugged away. Yet another orgasm washed over both of them which left them trembling but still punching. They slowed gradually and became aware of how incredibly tired they were. Finally pushing each other away, they separated and lay on their backs, feeling the wet carpet under them. Both became aware of the sounds of groaning and of fists pounding. With some effort, they both rolled slightly and propped themselves up to see Emily and Mary in a spirited fistfight. Louise smiled and shook her head slightly. “These two are best friends, but here they are beating each other up in a seedy motel room”, she thought. “I wonder if they will end up like us”? Connie stared, expressionless at her two friends fighting. She savored the violence in front of her. As they continued to slug away, she began to finger her pussy and continuing to drip on the carpet.
Finally Mary and Emily couldn’t punch each other any more. Their arm muscles were exhausted. Their chests heaved as they took in air and rested while standing with their arms hanging limp, but staring at each other. In a moment, they reached out and grabbed each other’s breasts roughly. As they dug their nails in, they came together in a wild kiss. It was technically a kiss. They thrust and wrestled with their tongues. Both were salivating and dripping from their chins. One hand remained scratching tit but they lifted the other to grab hair. Their faces were separated from their kiss by their hair jerking. In another few minutes, exhaustion took them. Both women slumped to the floor against the bed.
The four women now lay in the little hot room with their chests heaving for air and feeling totally exhausted. Two were naked and scratched and bruised. Emily and Mary were still in their clothes, but each with big wet stains on the crotch of their shorts. Their hair was sticking out, wildly. All four exhibited cheeks that were red from the emotional exertion. For several minutes no one said a word. Connie and Louise eventually began to struggle to their feet and collect their clothes. They privately wondered what was next for them. Where would this struggle take them. They each knew they really didn’t want to stop. Their desire to fight each other was escalating. And the evidence was on current display. Instead of meeting at late night, secluded rendezvous, they were here in the middle of the afternoon in a public motel. They wished there weren’t any family or social obligations calling them to return. It wouldn’t take much at this point for them to stay and keep fighting into the evening. But for now, they would return to being housewives, mothers and neighbors – reluctantly.
Emily and Mary were each coming down from their savage, lustful emotional high. They were feeling increasingly embarrassed as the full realization of the afternoon's events were taking hold. They looked at each other with embarrassed glances and realized how dirty and disgusting they appeared. They would have to stop somewhere going back and replace their crotch-stained shorts and fix themselves up a bit. They each would be mortified to walk into their home looking like they did. This would have to be kept very secret. And yet, was undeniable that both felt something else as well. They felt the low simmer of lustful excitement from fighting. “How can I be both disgusted and excited by my behavior?”, Mary asked herself. Emily was realizing that she may very well not be able to walk this back. How could she go back to “normal” after today? And what was “normal” anyway? Even now, looking at Mary, she felt her pulse quicken with excitement from remembering the exchange of punches only a few minutes ago.
There were no words; only knowing glances exchanged by the women as they left the room and hurriedly piled into their cars. Each knew this would not be the last such meeting, or the end of this dirty and lustful behavior. They were hooked.
