Part Two
There was a knock at the door. Julia moved to the door at a lazy pace, growing more and more excited. Her blue sundress had buttons up the front and she undid three of them as she walked to the front door. The hem of the dress was three inches above her knees.
She opened the door, and Carol stood there for a second. She wore long skirt of black lace, semi-transparent. She had walked over barefoot, and her top was a flimsy sleeveless thing, red and barely buttoned. She was obviously braless, her breasts moving slowly under the thin material, nipples hard.
Carol said, “Why, look at you!” She came into the foyer, and threw her arms around Julia, and pulled her into a firm embrace.
Julia returned the hug, her arms encircling Carol’s waist. She felt their breasts meet and her mind flashed back to her salacious solo session in her bedroom. Not a mirror image this time! It was the real thing.
Julia said, “Well, aren’t you a sight in the dress! I love it!”
Carol, still in the tight embrace, said, “Well, you did say ‘wicked’. And I might add, you are a sexy thing in that little nothing of a sundress.”
Julia pulled back a bit, and led Carol into the living room, and she twirled a little. She laughed and said, “This old thing? Why, it’s just something I threw on.” As she turned, her dress rose up and revealed her lack of panties.
Carol smiled broadly and said, “Oh, you are into a slutty mood this evening, aren’t you? Well, two can play at that game.”
With that, she lifted her own long filmy skirt up slowly and smiled as Julia watched her reveal her nakedness in the brightly lit living room. Julia clapped, and said in a low voice, “Oh, darling, it must be something in the air, I swear. Ever since that front came through, I’ve been full of naughty thoughts. And more.”
Carol let her skirt drop and she came over to stand by Julia. She said in a conspiratorial tone, “Ooh, I know just what you mean. It’s crazy, but it’s almost like I could ….well…fight someone!”
Julia grabbed Carol’s arms, said, “You too? It’s the strangest thing! I know I’m not a violent person, but right now the thought of wrestling someone is making me crazy! And the more I think about it, the more I want to do it. It’s making me hot!”
Carol said, “Ohh…you know…I think I could fight you….and win!”
Julia replied, “I feel the same way. But what are we talking about? Are we talking about fighting each other? Really?”
Carol said, “Ooh…yes….but, really, what’s the harm? After all, we wouldn’t really hurt each other, would we?”
Julia let go of Carol’s arms. She whispered, “No…well, maybe. We might bruise each other.” And the thought was arousing.
Carol said, “Bruises aren’t so bad. They heal.”
Julia moved her body closer to Carol’s. Their breasts met lightly, nipples hard and tingling.
Carol said, “Ohhh….”. She shivered and was suddenly conscious of her wet pussy.
The two women inhaled deeply, and the spicy scent did its work,
Carol looked intently at Julia, extremely conscious of the closeness of her body, her heat, her feminine scent. “This is making me drunk…” She placed her hands on the blond-haired woman’s waist. She slowly slid her hands down to grasp Julia’s sumptuous ass. She squeezed it several times.
Julia shuddered and felt her sex go wet. She let go of Carol’s arms and moved her hands up to grasp two handfuls of tangled dark hair.
Carol moaned and raised her hands to part Julia’s sundress and reach in and clamp her hands on the blonde’s breasts. The two women crushed themselves together, and Julia pulled and twisted on Carol’s hair, while Carol mauled the Julia’s breasts.
“Oohhh….do it, Carol!” Julia hissed. “I want it so. Fight me! Fight me! FIGHT ME!”
“Yessss…..oh my GOD, YES!”, Carol exclaimed.
With a cry of urgent need, the two women tore into each other, tearing and slapping, ripping their clothes away. They fell to the carpeted floor, nude save for shreds of clothes strewn about, their mature female bodies locking into a gyrating catball. They uttered animalistic curses and ground together, breasts and hips and pussies, scratching and punching and loving every minute of it.
They rolled around the living room, reason absolutely gone from their expressions, and kissed each other, raw kisses, tongues invading, biting each other. They rolled into a twisting clumsy sixty-nine, and as they clawed each other’s asses, they attacked their pussies, chewing and licking, drinking their copious fluids.
They stiffened and twisted their tongues around their clits, and they howled as they came, hips spasming, and spurted a river of female liquor. They came and came again, and then fell back, tears streaming down their faces.
Then, they looked at each other with lust and need and anger, and they joined their bodies again, and called each other names. SLUT and WHORE and cxnt and BITCH. They rolled to the side and pulled each other into a sex war, their pussies wet and hot, moving against each other, fuckfighting over and over and over…
Julia rolled Carol over onto her back and Carol’s legs spread wide and encircled Julia’s waist. Julia started a pounding tribadistic fucking, grinding her sodden sex and lengthened clitoris into Carol’s pussy. Carol cried out again and again until finally, Julia arched her back and painfully drove her crotch into Carol’s.
Carol screamed her orgasm, and Julia nearly passed out as her own orgasm came in turn. She collapsed on top of Carol, who was semi-conscious after the sexual battering.
The two women lay there, dazed and sated.
They fell away from each other.
But the gas was still around. As they breathed it in, as it went deep into their lungs, their bodies renewed.
They would fight three more times that night.
And that was just the beginning of what transpired among so many women in that subdivision.
Their stories are coming.
