WICKED JESSICA
By Catwriter
There was a time long ago when I engaged in some fantasy fulfillment. I think it's something that should happen to everyone at least once in a lifetime.
I was still living in the trailer park when I met Jessica. She traveled in my two sons orbit and was at our place often. Occasionally she'd just stop by when the boys happened to be at work and we'd have a beer or two and chat. She wasn't like the other girls and seemed to actually like talking to “older” people. Our conversations encompassed the known universe and gradually led me to tell her of my fantasy. I tell you dear readers I was genuinely curious and somewhat frightened that it would cause her to leave and change our relationship forever.
Most of you know I love cat-fights and that is what I had brought up. She really surprised me. Turns out she's a tiger. She told me about several fights she had engaged in with exquisite detail and that she found cat-fights very exciting I told her of my stories and that I wanted to move on to the next step and actually film two girls in a catfight Not an “I'm going to kill you” catfight, but one that would require some acting ability to make it look like the real deal. Well surprise surprise. Jessica the wicked said she'd love to be one of the girls. Well my heart, among other things, took a giant leap of joy. I told her I wouldn't know how to find any opponents. “No problem” said Jess ”I have lots of friends and some are as wild as I am”. This really happened I tell you.
Let me tell you a little bit about Jess. She was about 5'6 and very pretty, no very sexy. Had a body from Playboy and her hair was blonde, although occasionally it seemed to change with the season. Didn't matter. All colors made her look gorgeous. Her breasts were a lovely 34C. I'm thinking', this is go time. I asked her age and she said eighteen. “So Dammmmmmm”, She said, “So when do we get started with this fantasy of yours”? She said all this with a big wink. She was a precocious and flirty little darlin'.
My sigh of relief could be heard on the other side of the Mississippi, and I'm an East Coaster. She and I would sit for hours talking to each other alone or in mixed company. My son's crew were all party people and they got interested too. Of course, they'd never see any battles. It was just gonna be me and two sweaty yet gorgeous young women.
It was agreed that Jessica would be my recruiter. I told her to let her friends know it wasn't going to be a cakewalk and they would have to compete in an acted-out cat-fight that was indistinguishable from the real thing. Jess was loving this stuff. She knew I wanted the real deal and it didn't seem to bother her a bit. Said she'd try and find an acquaintance she wasn't too fond of. Me? I was just kinda floatin' along with a smile on my face.
Well Jessica was good to her word. She came by about two weeks later with another girl whose name I quickly found out was Kimberly. Kim was a beautiful redhead and wore a half red sweater-shirt and short plaid cheerleader skirt. She arranged this get together knowing both of the boys would be at work. Kimberly was pretty, about the same height, same gorgeous body but her boobs were a 34D.
“You mean I get to pull hair and twist titties with Jess here”? When she said that I could see Jessica and an angry glare passed over her face to be replaced once again with her endearing smile. Kimberly was a very pretty girl with a just noticeable crooked smile at the right corner of her lips. It made her even more sexy.
Ya see, Jessica kind of thought I was hers in a protective way. She realized early on that I was naive and she made sure nobody took advantage of me when she was around. It was very cool, I adored her. She was wearing a lovely white designer sleeveless half shirt and daisy dukes. Sexy as hell.
Jess had done a great sales job, but it turned out that sweet looking Kimberly was a bit of a tiger herself. She told Jess and I about a few fights she'd been in and won. She was quite excited as she told the tale and I thought I could detect just a faint amount of sweat on her upper lip. She was positively animated. During all of this, Jessica sat quietly but I could tell she thought Kimberly was getting way too close to me way too quickly.
I told Kimberly about the long term possibilities with pay for actual fighting and residuals as films were sold. You could see her doing the math and liking it.
Finally Jess interrupted and said, “Don't forget Kimberly, we agreed that if you were still interested after talking to Pops, we'd have a test match and make his day”.
She said, “Prepare to get your ass kicked, bitch”.
I thought my zipper would surely burst spraying shrapnel over the young warriors.
Jess replied, “You're the one going down you little slut. And don't EVER call me bitch.” Jess made her tube top disappear and the two lovelies sat, breasts resplendent, in my living room. I was trying to keep my composure (yeah, right) and act professional (another fat chance). But did manage to tell the gals to get to the middle of the living room and kinda glare at each other as warm up. I told them to make believe each had stolen the others boyfriend and had something to prove.
I told them nothing riles a cat-fight fan like a good tit tussle. After explaining what I meant by that, using breasts only as weapons, they both grinned and looked like they could hardly wait to bang their boobs together. Gotta love the young ones man.
I of course didn't want to keep them waiting and said, “OK girls, knock yourselves out.”
They stepped into each other a little gingerly but kept going until their breasts mushroomed out to the side. They were nose to nose and if they were acting the part, those glares sure looked like the real deal.
They slowly, ever so slowly, began moving left and right as their pert young breasts slithered together fighting for the same space. Their feet had moved back a bit putting more pressure on their chests. It was Jessica (my Jessica) who leaned back a bit and slammed her lovelies into Kimberly. Kimberly looked positively surprised that Jessica had made the first aggressive move and wasted no time slamming her 34D's into Jess. With hands on hips they began a swinging motion smashing one breast at a time mashing their opponents breast flat. It was obvious after about three minutes of this that the constant breast banging was beginning to cause real pain.
It was clear the girls were through with that stage of our “play fight” and slammed into one another with anger, hands going to hair. I thought they'd break their necks with their wicked hair pulls. Looking at the ceiling, they began circling one another, pussies and breasts pressed firmly together. They weren't screaming but rather talking softly to one another hissing challenges and insults into each other’s ears. They even had a cruel, almost grotesque smile on their pretty faces with teeth bared and eyes blazing.
They quickly switched to a bear hug where they could still reach each other’s hair. I thought their tits would burst. Even misshapen as they were, to this old man they couldn't have been lovelier than at that moment. They squeezed unmercifully and leaned slowly left and right. At times their upper bodies were almost horizontal. They were breathing heavily and although showing slight signs of fatigue genuinely seemed to be enjoying the struggle.
Kimberly head butted Jess who unleashed an angry scream and the two went back to fiercely pulling hair. This time, they were a whirlwind like crazed marionettes gone wild. I kept ducking back as they battled by. On their second tit crushing hair pulling trip around the room they fell squarely in my lap, damaging my nose on the way down. The struggle was so violent that their lower torsos slammed into the floor leaving them now on their knees while theirs breasts just ground into my crotch as they continued hair pulling. Ehaaa!! Always wondered what heaven looked like.
I must admit I stole some soft feels of their battling breasts which seemed in a world of their own unaware of the larger battle unfolding. The breasts would slide together roughly and occasionally a nipple would spring free only to re-engage, quickly embedding in the tit flesh. Sometimes both nipples would appear simultaneously rubbing and jabbing revealing yet another fight within the fight. They started to get to their feet but tottered and fell so violent were their movements. This time, several breasts hit me squarely in the eyes with the nipples sliding across my eyelids.
I was having a bit of trouble breathing and moved to my right as they fell across the couch and wrenching and pulling, rolled to the floor. Jess was looking a little worn and I gave her encouraging words. This pissed Kimberly off until I said something nice about her. They both caught a second wind as they once again realized there was a small but appreciative audience. Rolling harshly on our old shag rug, they fairly spun about the room in a furious cat-ball. They were shouting now. “You fucking bitch” “I told you, don't call me bitch you slut”. After several moments of incredibly energetic rolling, they jammed in the far corner near the fire place and just stopped. Still pulling hair and breathing deeply, all action ceased. They just lay there, gorgeous breasts moving sexily on their chests as they breathed heavily. I got on my knees and and moved over to where they lay. “Wow, you girls are freaking' fantastic. It looked like you were really fighting as if you had a prior run in or something”.
They were still glaring and Kimberly said, “This Bitch came on to my boyfriend last year. We almost went at it but were broken up.” “I figured he was more that you could handle and don't call me Bitch”, was Jessica's considered response as she slapped Kimberly across the face and lunged rejoining their rolling cat-ball. It really began to get intense when Jessica grabbed Kimberly's right tit and just twisted it as far as the skin would allow eliciting a loud scream from Kimberly. Quickly retaliating, Kimberly grasped Jessica's left tit and left angry red lines with her fingernails. Pushing away from one another, they quickly got to their knees and leapt at each other grabbing breasts, slapping, even taking a nibble of each others necks. They continued long past any time frame I could imagine and finally just slumped together with their arms around the others back. They were still dragging fingernails but all other action had stopped except their wonderful boobs pressed together and moving in unison with their breathing.
I placed my arms around the exhausted duo and hugged them as tightly as I could without aggravating any existing wounds. They began weeping softly as the pain suddenly surfaced now that hostilities had ceased. We stayed like that a long while, even rocking ever so slowly back and forth. During this entire battle, my cock had gone from rock hard to steel, seemingly able to burst through walls if necessary.
I held Jess tight and kissed her hair and whispered how beautiful she looked at this moment. How proud I was of her. How thankful I was for fulfilling a long held fantasy
We all just hugged and suddenly began discussing the battle in an animated way. Both Kimberly and Jessica had calmed down and cooled off. They kept asking me if they did OK or could they do something different next time (ka-ching) I love the young. So inquisitive. So natural. So beautiful.
