Another classic by the extremely talented Renee
The Wicked Teen
By Renee Wilder
When I hired Kerri to babysit our two year old, she seemed like a nice enough girl. She was nineteen and came highly recommended by friends. I wasn't too thrilled about her being around my husband who didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off her big boobs, but good sitters were hard to come by and she seemed friendly and had good references.
Kerri did a good job the first few times we used her but I noticed that each time she sat for us, she dressed a little sleazier, wore just a little more makeup, and added just an extra pinch of perfume. I blew it off as paranoid behavior on my part, but looking back.... I should have trusted my instincts.
One night after my husband and I returned home from a show, Kerri cornered me in the kitchen after my husband had gone upstairs to shower. I handed her the money and thanked her but she didn't leave. She kind of cocked her head and gave me a strange look.
"You're what.... about 29 or 30?" she asked.
"24," I said defensively.
"Sorry," she smiled. "You have a good body, do you work out?"
"Some," I answered. "What's with all the questions?"
"Just like to know the competition," she said smiling as she walked out of the kitchen into the living room.
"Wait a minute," I said, catching up to her. "What competition?"
Kerri looked me up and down slowly and then gave me a smug little smile and said, "Exactly, what competition."
"You better explain yourself right now," I insisted, taking up a threatening position that didn't appear to intimidate her.
"I may want your husband," she said lightly and with a smile. "I'm not completely sure yet but I'll let you know after I fuck him."
"You go near him you bitch and I'll rip your fucking hair out," I hissed in anger.
Kerri just laughed and said "See ya later," and left.
I told my husband about it and he just blew it off, not believing me. He thought I trumped the whole thing up just to get rid of her because I was jealous of a young hot looking girl around. I was livid.
I found another sitter the next day but the deal with Kerri was far from over. She began calling the house and hanging up when I answered and crying a sob story to my husband whenever he answered. I'd become the evil bitch from hell and was at fault for blaming this poor innocent girl for something she never did. Then she began following me when I went out alone and that rattled me because I didn't know what she was planning to do. The phone calls persisted and I was at my wit's end.
Then it all came to a head one Saturday night. My parents had the baby for the weekend and my husband and I had some champagne and were ready for a night of lovemaking when the phone rang. He had to go to work for some computer emergency. He assured me he'd be right back in less than an hour and to keep things "hot" till he got back.
So there I was, laying alone on the bed with a bottle of champagne, a hot bubblebath all drawn and scented and waiting for us across the hall, and me all decked out in sexy little panties, black silk stockings, a lace garterbelt, and a see through babydoll. I had everything I needed.... except a man. As I smiled from the irony, I heard a noise downstairs. Thinking my husband had changed his mind and not gone to the office afterall, I got up on my knees on the bed and took a shot of bubbly right from the bottle. "I'm waiting," I cooed in my sexiest voice.
"Well I'm heeeere," came the reply in a sultry female voice. It was Kerri.
"Get out of here right now you bitch!" I ordered, sliding off the bed to face her.
"Wow, look at you," she laughed, "a real dime store slut aren't you?"
"Get out right now you little slut or I'm calling the police."
"Won't work," she said coyly, looking around the room. "the wires have been cut."
I glared at her as I picked up the phone. It was dead. "Okay, what do you want?"
"I seem to remember someone saying they were going to rip my hair out," she said in a soft, even, yet threatening tone. "Let's see.... oh yeah.... it was you."
"My husband will be right back," I said quickly. "Leave now and there won't be any trouble."
Kerri laughed out loud. "Your husband won't be back for hours. It'll take half an hour to get there, another half to get home, and at least 2 to 3 just to find the computer bug I put in his system," Kerri stated with pride. "So you and I have all the time in the world to.... uh.... settle our little difference."
"Okay," I finally said, "this little game is over now. You get the fuck out of my house and don't ever come back." With that, I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door. Kerri broke loose, pulled away, and yanked a knife out of her purse. Tossing the purse toward the wall, Kerri began waving the knife at me.
"Now you're gonna bleed bitch," she hissed through clenched teeth.
I backed up and she lunged at me. I dodged the knife and grabbed her wrist with both hands. We began struggling for posession of the knife, jockeying around, grunting and panting as we battled for the blade. I had a slight advantage without shoes because Kerri had high heels on and while that made her taller, it kept her off balance.
I finally managed to hook a leg behind one of hers and push, causing us both to fall to the floor. We hit side by side and rolled over once putting Kerri on top. I rolled us back the other way and I was on top. We went back and forth a few more times, still clutching at the knife that was up over both our heads.
Kerri finally jerked the knife free and as she tried to slice at me, she lost her grip on the knife and it went flying under the bed, out of reach between several boxes of old shoes. I dug both hands into her long hair and began slamming her head against the carpeted floor while she snaked her legs around my waist in a scissors hold and began tearing off my little negligee with her claws.
It only took seconds before my nightie was gone and I was fighting this crazy bitch in just panties, nylons and a garterbelt on my bedroom floor. Kerri had on a slinky little spandex miniskirt that was already rolled up around her waist like a belt exposing the trashy little thong bikini she had on. Her halter top was satin and I'd noticed her nipple pressing against it the moment I saw her come into the room so I knew she was braless. I quickly went to work on the top to make her topless like I was. It took a few good tugs and rips, but I got her top off and went for those big tits of hers with all ten claws.
For the next several minutes, it was raw carnage. We rolled around the floor, clawing, biting, grabbing and twisting each other's bare tits... we jerked and pulled and tugged each other's hair... we slapped at and dragged our claws over each other's stomachs, backs, sides, asses and thighs. Kerri shredded my black silk stockings and easily ripped off my garterbelt. I did away with her spandex mini, using it for a few seconds as a bondage tool to immobilize her legs when it was down around her knees. She finally kicked it free and then, with both of us clad in only our panties, we battled to our knees, then to our feet, and began struggling back and forth and all around the bedroom.
By this point each of us shared the other's perfume, makeup, sweat, and saliva from the incredible battle as our bodies ground together, writhed against each other, and wriggled and squirmed together. My tits and nipples stabbed into Kerri's, mashing our boobs flat together as we pushed and pulled one another like two sumo wrestlers. We bounced off the wall, spun, careened back across the room, and fell through the doorway into the hall. We hit the carpeted floor with a thud and immediately snaked our legs together and rolled, pulling each other's hair wildly and screeching and squealing like two alley cats.
We fought in the hall for another several minutes, viciously clawing and biting and pulling hair as we writhed around with our legs entwined like snakes, using our powerful thighs to maintain the mutual vice like leg lock. Kerri was the first to break the leg lock and we both quickly scrambled to our knees. Kerri was faster than me though and pushed me backwards into the bathroom. I landed on my back and the wild little bitch was on top of me before I could react. She dug her talons into my tits as I thrashed and bucked and yelped. I clawed at her wildly, ripping at her hair and clawing at her face until she backed off and I could buck her off to the side.
Again we scrambled to knees and this time I dove first, forcing her backwards against the edge of the tub. Her hair was in the bubbly hot water and I decided to drown her since she'd tried to stab me so I dragged her up over the side of the tub by the hair and forced her backwards. She fought back, kicking and clawing but I finally forced her down into the water on her back but she dragged me down with her by the hair and everything went silent and muffled as my head and ears went completely underwater with a rush of heat from the hot water.
My face was buried in Kerri's big tits so I sunk my teeth into them. She screamed in agony and thrashed wildly, grabbing my hair with one hand and the front of my panties with the other. Clenching a fistful of silk panties and the pubic hair beneath, Kerri yanked hard and as I squealed and shrieked, I grabbed her thong and pubic hair. We thrashed and splashed and slithered around in the soapy bubbles, locked in this perverted carnal battle like two savage untamed cavewomen in heat.
Somewhere along the way, the drain lock got kicked open and all the water drained, leaving us writhing about in the tub, still wet and soapy and slippery on the plastic surface of the large garden tub. Wrestling to our knees to face each other, we began struggling again and eventually fell over the edge of the tub back out onto the cool tile floor where we slipped and slid on the tile from our bare wet flesh.
Kerri then tried to make it to the hall but I somehow managed to grab one of her ankles and stop her. Still slipping and sliding helplessly on the tile, I sunk my teeth into her left calf bringing yet another scream from her red painted lips. She kicked me in the forehead with her other foot and crawled onto the carpeted hall floor where she gingerly struggled to her feet. I clawed my way after her, stuggling to get up on the slippery tile. I went after her with my bare tits bouncing up and down as I ran, catching her near the end of the hallway.
We exchanged several slaps and then locked together in another hair pulling duel. We battled back down the hall, crashing off both walls, spinning in circles, knocking pictures and frames off the walls, and spilling a potted plant and all the dirt onto the carpet.
Kerri then somehow got me pinned up against the wall, face first and holding me there by the hair with one hand and her full body weight pressed against me, she used her other hand to start drilling punches into my side. I grabbed, groped and clawed at anything I could get my hands on and finally found her thong again. Jerking hard on her crotch with my claws, she let go and I bolted for the bedroom with Kerri in hot pursuit.
I got in the room and tried to slam the door, but Kerri caught it and we began fighting each other on opposite sides of the door with me trying to force it closed and her trying to force it open. She finally overpowered me and pushed her way in, grabbing me and tackling me onto the bed.
This is where things took a horrible depraved turn into the pure depths of perversion. Kerri, after tackling me onto my back on the bed, slid her hand under the elastic leg band of my panties and forcibly rammed several fingers deep into my cxnt. She began brutally raping me with her hand with pulling me hair with the other hand and biting my tits. I tried squeezing my thighs together around her hand and that slowed her motion some but not completely because my thighs were still wet, soapy and slippery from the tub fight.
I viciously clawed at her tits and pulled her hair but she was intent on fucking me into submission. I tried then to grab her wrist and pull her hand from my cxnt but she was too strong and I was just too exhausted to muster the strength. I began gasping for air as her finger fucking took its toll, involuntarily waking up parts of my anatomy that I didn't want awakened. I finally realized my only chance was to beat her at her own game so I went for her cxnt.
We struggled to our knees facing each other, each with one hand rammed inside the other's cxnt and one hand entwined in the other's hair. Our bare, wet, shiny tits slid, rubbed and slapped together in our frenzied sex fight and I could feel the beginnings of the orgasm that I knew would cost me the fight when it erupted. All I could do was fuck her harder and deeper and hope she came before I did because whoever came first was going to lose.....
And then, finally.... when things just absolutely could NOT get any more depraved.... they did. Kerri unexpectedly pulled her hand out of my panties, grabbed my right thigh and jerked it up, toppling me over onto my side. Then she dove at my crotch with her face and started licking and chewing at my panties and cxnt, deftly pulling the delicate crotch of my silk panties to one side as she snaked her long hard tongue deep into the recesses of my pleasure palace.
I instantly clamped my thighs down over her head and ears while going for her cxnt in the same way. Kerri scissored my head as well and there we were, wet, shiny, slippery, and locked together in a reverse 69 scissors, eating each other's cxnts like two lesbians whores. It only took a minute or two for us to both come in a screaming, writhing, clawing string of wild, thundering orgasms.
I was drained completely but Kerri still wanted to fight. We somehow struggled to our knees and locked together in a clinch, sweat soaked and fighting for each labored breath of precious air we could suck in. I was so caught up in the pain and ecstacy of the battle that I never saw or heard my husband come in.
Suddenly Kerri began fighting harder and harder, pulling my hair, slapping and grabbing, like she'd gotten a second wind. She spun me around and threw me on my back and that's when I saw my husband. I knew instantly that was why she began fighting harder.... because she'd seen him first. I could see the massive hard on that was threatening to burst his pants wide open, the glazed look in his eye, the slight line of spittle forming at the corner of his mouth. It was amazing how clearly I could see things at that moment after such a horrendous catfight, but I did. This scene had to be the ultimate dream fantasy for a man.... to walk into his bedroom and find two nearly naked, wet, sweaty women on his bed locked in a hair pulling, tit biting, panty clawing sex fight.
I decided what I needed to do. I wrestled Kerri into a body scissors, using all my strength to lock my legs around her bare slippery waist. Then, grabbing her hair with one hand, I reached out and began grabbing at my husbands belt buckle. He was quick to get the message and dropped his pants letting his cock fall out. I pulled him close to the edge of the bed and sucked it in, taking his entire massive dick into my mouth. I stroked and licked and sucked as I squeezed Kerri's tiny waist and pulled her hair. Seeing what I was doing, she went ballistic and fought free of the scissors.
I was too fired up now to lose and after only a few seconds of heated catfighting, I was able to subdue Kerri enough to pin her down on her back. I was straddling her and was close enough to the edge of the bed to where I felt two big hand on my hips. I sucked in a huge breath of air as he plunged his hard cock into me from behind, standing at the edge of the bed.
Kerri went wild as my husband began fucking me. He was violently plunging and ramming in and out and in and out while Kerri ripped out my hair and clawed and bit at my boobs as they jiggled and bounced like two shiny bowls of jello dangling beneath me. I had all ten claws in Kerri's boobs and I was twisting, pulling, and kneading them like pastry dough as he fucked me harder and harder and faster and faster. Beads of sweat flew off my nose and ran in streams down my face and back and stomach as I pumped and panted and moaned and writhed until my body finally tensed up like a board and I went into an orgasmic frenzy the likes of which I didn't know was humanly possible. Fighting and fucking and fucking and fighting, I clawed and licked and sucked and bit Kerri's bare flesh as one orgasm after another rifled through my body until I finally collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of my rival.
I felt strong hands lift me off the bed and that's the last thing I remembered until I woke up twelve hours later still in the same panties on the bed. Kerri was gone but my husband was there with a cup of tea for me when I awoke.
"Where's the bitch?" I asked.
"She left, but....." he whispered.
"But what?" I asked.
"She said..... she'd be back."
THE END?
