(Room 1742 –
Pat enjoyed accompanying her husband, Robert, to business
functions, like the retirement dinner they been at tonight
for the Senior VP in his office. These events allowed her to
add to her wardrobe, and to spend her time and his money at
the salon getting her hair and nails done. But she
especially enjoyed these events because seeing her and the
other women in plunging necklines, short skirts, nylons and
heels got Robert so turned on that they had sex nearly every
night for a week afterwards.
So it was that they were upstairs on the king size bed of
their hotel room, their clothes having been discarded
between there and the door, with him wanting to plug and
fire his cannon into her box, but with her still enjoying
the heated passion and skin-to-skin contact, and adding fuel
to his fire with verbal teases.
“I saw you eyeing Cheryl’s open-to-her-navel dress…and when
you saw Sherry’s legs in her five inch heels…and Marsha
looked her usual sluttiest. Her skirt was so tight that it
looked like it would rip, and her tits were pushed up so
much that…and you won’t believe this, but she practically
invited herself to spend some bed-time with us tonight. Can
you believe her nerve?!”
Robert was fully locked and loaded and ready to fire when
they heard a knock on their door and a woman’s voice
hollered “Room Service”.
“Is that Marsha?” Robert asked, recognizing the voice.
“Marsha?” Pat replied, puzzled. “What could she want?”
“Open up!” cooed the voice again. “Special delivery!”
Nude and hot from arousal, and now annoyed at this
intrusion, Pat hopped off the bed, scampered to the door and
looked through the peep hole to confirm their suspicions.
Then, foolishly, she opened the door just a little and poked
her head around and said “We don’t want any”.
But Marsha barreled into the door, knocking it into Pat and
opening it enough for her to burst in. Marsha was wearing a
short, white terrycloth hotel robe and black heels which
showed off her long, bare, muscled legs to delicious effect.
Her long dark hair hung loose.
Marsha stopped when she got inside and saw Robert in bed,
trying to cover his nakedness and hide his erection.
“Oohh my,” she purred, just before she saw Pat grabbing for
her robe in an effort to pull her back out into the hall.
With a quick spin, Marsha moved three feet further into the
room, leaving Pat holding an empty robe.
The only light was from a small desk lamp at the far end of
the room, but it was not dark enough to keep this from being
an awkward moment for all three people. Marsha was standing
there in just a pair of pink bikini panties and her black
heels; Pat wasn’t wearing anything; and while Robert had a
sheet over him, it wasn’t enough to hide the biggest
erection of his life.
Pat moved towards Marsha. “Get out of our room”, she
snarled, and threw the robe at the other woman. She then
grabbed Marsha and started pushing her towards the door. Pat
had the intruder most of the way there before Marsha dug in
her heels and twisted around, facing Pat. Their bodies hit,
and while Marsha shouted “Stop pushing me!” their full
breasts mashed together.
Marsha was slightly taller than Pat, at 5’6 1/2” to Pat’s
5'6”, and just as full-figured. Marsha’s tits were even an
inch bigger than Pat’s 40DDs, so she stopped Pat’s momentum
for a few seconds, until her heels slipped on the carpet and
Pat resumed pushing her backwards into the door.
Marsha hit the door with a “thud”. The impact did not hurt,
but it stung and embarrassed her, so when Pat had to ease
off a little to grab the door handle, Marsha decided to get
even. She placed her hands on Pat’s shoulders and shoved the
other woman hard into the side wall.
“No one pushes me around like that, bitch”, she growled.
Their arena was the small, four-foot by seven-foot
rectangular entryway common to many hotel rooms, and as Pat
twisted away from Marsha she got jabbed in the side by the
door handle. That raised her anger level so she threw an
elbow and kicked out at Marsha, making Marsha step back from
her, but when Pat continued turning and had her back to the
door Marsha rushed forward and slammed her body full onto
Pat’s, whose body ‘thudded’ into the door this time. Marsha
kicked off her high heels to give her a better grip on the
floor and, with a mutual scream, the two enraged women
turned on each other. The battle was joined.
Both women’s initial strategy was simply to push and shove
the other woman away and into the door or one of the walls.
They shouted and screamed at each other, slapping at the
other’s body, grabbing wrists and arms, pushing shoulders.
But the violent shoving match soon turned into a
hair-pulling battle, Pat tearing at Marsha’s dark locks and
Marsha sinking her fingers into Pat’s thick brunette curls.
It was not long before both women found that, inevitably,
their hands had seized the other’s majestic tits and the
struggle turned into a tit-twisting, tit-squeezing brawl.
If either woman was asked “Who grabbed tits first?” both
would answer definitively “She did!”, and neither would be
intentionally lying. But once one did the other quickly
retaliated in kind, and the pace and intensity of their
battle increased sharply.
While each woman had had her tits groped before, and while
each had been in a couple of minor ‘cat-spats’ in high
school and her early twenties, neither woman had ever had
her tits grabbed, and squeezed, and clawed, and twisted like
this, and neither had ever imagined doing these things to
another woman. But for three or four, or five, or even six
minutes neither had any qualms about mangling the other’s
two spectacular milk jugs.
Only when their angry adrenaline rushes ran dry did they
stop, their arms wrapped around the other’s waist, holding
and leaning into each other because both women’s legs were
wobbly with exhaustion. Their cursing and shrieks faded to
deep breathing and softer moans. Their minds were sorting
through all that had happened during the past several
minutes, and neither woman fully realized that their four
meaty tits were tightly mashed between their two overheated
and sweaty bodies, nipples hard and pulsing into each other.
Neither woman identified whose damp, soft cheek was resting
against her own, or whose warm breath was blowing onto her
ear, or whose hand was softly rubbing up and down her back,
or whose thigh was trying to split her two. Neither fully
realized the deep arousal that was now filling their sexy
bodies, reverberating in their mashed tits and their aching
With a groaning sigh, Pat and Marsha both pulled their heads
back, moving to face each other, even as they both ran their
hot pink tongues over their dry lips. It was purely
accidental when their lips rasped together, and their
tongues, both extended in a moistening motion, touched. But
the sudden contact of those two sensitive pink probes was
like putting a match to a pile of gasoline soaked paper.
Each woman’s head tilted to the right as her mouth opened
and sealed with the other woman’s. Soft lips melted together
and each woman’s tongue shot boldly into the other’s
opening, hot spit exchanged as their thick tongues twisted
and wrestled together. Electricity trickled through their
bodies, warming their thighs, swelling their throbbing tits,
setting fire to their pussies. Both powerfully aroused women
pressed and pulled their bodies tightly together, running
their hands over the other’s burning flesh. Pat was only
doing what she had done with her husband an hour earlier
when she dropped her hands to Marsha’s flaring hips and
began to push the other woman’s pink panties down. Marsha
was only doing what she had done many times before when she
lowered her hands and assisted. In a moment, never breaking
the kiss, Marsha’s panties dropped down her long legs to her
bare feet and she stepped out of them.
The two women continued to kiss deeply, lustfully, as they
sank to the floor together, with Marsha guiding Pat onto her
back. Pat recognized that something was a little different
than usual when Marsha positioned herself between Pat’s
legs. Marsha squashed her pussy onto Pat’s hot, wet cunt,
and rubbed it around and around. Their soft, thick pussy
lips crushed wetly and slowly merged, their labia melted
together and separated, and their cunts sucked hungrily at
each other. Course pubic hair grated and twined. Marsha
began to thrust into Pat’s eager cunt, driving hard and
deep, her twat on fire, its heat matched by the furnace
boiling from between Pat’s legs. In the face of this
incredible pleasure, it took several seconds before the
alarm bells began ringing in Pat’s brain.
“Oh God, ohh god, oohh my god, please...” she shrieked
before biting her lip to try and contain the orgasm
shockingly building within her. Marsha was fucking her,
penetrating and filling her in a way that felt unbearably,
ecstatically good and she had to stop it.
“Oh, you don’t have to say please to me” Marsha whispered
mockingly, her breath coming in hot pants of lust. “I’ve
watched you strutting around like hot-stuff at so many of
these shindigs, but now you’re going to get burnt.”
“Fuck you!” Pat screamed as she reached up and sank her
fingernails into Marsha's dangling tits once more. Marsha
retaliated, clamping her claws down into Pat’s massive,
jiggling mammaries again and increasing the power and rate
of her thrusting hips. Both women felt like their pussies
were overflowing with heat and tension and Martha rejoiced
in the feeling of her tight cunt open and spread and locked
tight to Pat’s soft, yielding pussy. She felt like she was
invading Pat’s hot, soft core with every thrust, even as she
felt Pat’s thick clit rubbing and grinding her own, lodging
inside of her. Hot juice flowed from their inosculated cunts
like water and their wet, hard clits stroked each other with
Pat’s tit-squeezing move was for naught because Marsha kept
driving her, riding her hard, until she exploded in the most
intense orgasm of her life. Nova heat burned out of her
pinned, open, aching cunt, filling her with raw ecstasy,
blowing her mind with erotic power. With a shriek and three
kicking jolts Pat passed out under Marsha who, groaning in
pleasure, experienced two delicious, devastating orgasmic
jolts of her own.
Marsha sat atop Pat with her eyes closed, for a full minute,
enjoying the hot, wet feel of their pussies sucked tight,
their clits throbbing together. She panted in heat. She kept
squeezing Pat’s delectable jugs. She enjoyed her feelings of
release and victory, then looked down at the other woman
barely stirring beneath her, then over at Robert, standing
with the sheet around his ankles, and still with a good
sized boner despite having fired two volleys during the past
When Marsha moved over to him on her knees and began to
fondle, kiss, and lick Robert’s cock he warned “I’m afraid
I’m all out of ammo”.
But Marsha had waited for this moment for a long time.
And she was so focused on helping him reload that she was
unaware of Pat awakening behind her.
(To be continued...)
Pat returned to consciousness, momentarily stunned, unable
to figure out what had happened. Then she heard the slurping
sounds and moans from the corner, and everything came back.
She rolled onto her side, to see Marsha sucking hard at
Robert’s cock. The other woman had the thick shaft deep into
her throat, and was moving her head expertly back and forth.
As Pat watched, rage building up inside of her, Marsha
released the cock’s shaft, and began nibbling around the
head of the man’s penis.
Pat could not take anymore. In a rage, she sprang to her
feet, crossed the room, and seized Marsha by her hair,
pulling her off of Robert’s dick. Marsha screeched; Pat
yanked her to her feet and, still holding onto her enemy’s
hair, dragged the other woman across the room.
“Let go of me, you cunt!” shrieked Marsha, pulling at Pat’s
hand, trying to free her tortured head. Pat snarled, spun
the other woman around, and then threw her into the far
wall. She finally let go of Marsha’s hair as the other woman
smashed into the wall, and slid, dazed, to the ground.
“You tramp. You fucking cunt. You think you can come in here
and fuck my husband right under my nose?” Pat was enraged
beyond words. She had been humiliated by this whore twice
already; she was not taking it anymore.
Marsha got quickly to her feet, and placed her hands on her
hips, thrusting out her massive chest, flaunting her aroused
womanhood. “I fucked you, I thought it was only right to do
your husband too,” she sneered.
“You bitch!” shrieked Pat, advancing on her now-hated enemy.
“Enough!” Marsha snarled. “Your husband deserves a better
cunt than yours. I’m better than you. I’ve already proved
that, but let’s do it again. You against me, tit to tit,
cunt to cunt. Let’s see if you last half a minute against my
pussy, you weak bitch.”
Pat was in a fury, but the challenge also sent a thrill of
pleasure and anticipation through her. She had not forgotten
that Marsha had already inflicted upon her the three most
intense orgasms of her life. “You’re on, you cunt,” she
replied. “I’m going to fuck you raw.”
Growling at each other, the two naked women crossed the
short distance separating them and came crashing together.
Thick, meaty tits crushed into each other solidly. Their
hard bellies slapped. Both women gasped as their thick pussy
lips slapped wetly together. Wrapping their arms around the
other woman’s back, the women began to pump at each other.
Powerful asses rippled with effort as they fucked. Their
thrusting cunts sucked and locked, working into each other.
Both women waited for their aroused clits to meet in
devastating contact. They clawed at each other’s backs and
asses, raising welts, forcing small whimpers of pain and
pleasure from each other.
Marsha pushed her face into Pat’s and the two opened their
mouths and drove their tongues together. All the while,
their hips rocked and moved in a powerful, circular motion,
grinding into each other as hard as they could. Pat felt
like she was being cut in two by the raw pleasure; she had
never been so aroused in her life. Marsha groaned with
pleasure. Both women pulled each other as tightly together
as they could, trying to get as deep into each other as
possible, their hot wet labia melting into one. Finally,
their electrified clits met head on. Marsha and Pat shrieked
into each other’s mouths, their wrestling tongues thrashing,
and tightened their grips on the other’s pumping ass. Both
had to break the kiss, throwing back their heads to scream,
and then sob as their hips continued to jerk, pushing both
women up to the pinnacles of pleasure.
The slick wet heat and devastating pleasure was too much for
both. They screamed in concert, then bucked hard into each
other as they came. The skin around their joined pussies was
suddenly doused with cunt juice. Their legs lost all
strength and they collapsed to the ground, riding each other
down to the floor. Pat landed on top, her body jerking and
thrashing as chain orgasms tore through her cunt. Under her,
Marsha held on and bucked hard, groaning and gasping, her
legs kicking out with each orgasmic jolt, struggling to stay
conscious. Their hard tits rubbed and rolled together,
burning with arousal, grinding together as the two women
fucked to the finish. Marsha and Pat both passed out
simultaneously, the pleasure simply too much for them to
The women lay on the floor, their bodies entwined,
unconscious. Robert did not know what to do. Seeing what he
had just watched, he was more aroused than ever before. He
hoped that the two women would keep on fighting.
Finally, after a few minutes, Pat began to stir. Her
movements brought Marsha back to consciousness too. When Pat
realized where she was and what had happened, she seized
Marsha by the hair. Marsha quickly reciprocated the grip,
and in moments the two women were struggling to control each
“Dirty whore! I’m not done with you,” Pat snarled at her
“Bitch! I’m not finished with you either!” Marsha spat back,
her face contorted with anger and lust.
Pat began thrusting down with her hot cunt; Marsha bucked
back. In moments, they were sealed together again, their hot
pink labia melting together in soft, wet squelches of
pleasure. They worked their hips, using their vaginal lips
to push into each other, moving aside the soft, hot flesh
that prevented their clits from meeting in combat. Pat
thrust down hard, using her superior position to her best
advantage, spreading and penetrating Marsha’s cunt with her
own, jerking her hips in a hard rhythm. Marsha drove herself
up, thrusting her hips and tensing her powerful legs,
grinding her hot, soaking cunt into its enemy counterpart.
The women’s hot pussies fused together, and their thick,
burning clits crushed into each other.
“Oh, fuck!” Pat gasped, shivering with the sudden, intense
shock of pleasure. She began pumping harder, grinding her
clit into Marsha’s equally hard sex, loving the burning joy
that shot through her with every thrust. “God!” Marsha
gasped, driving back against Pat’s engorged clit with all
the strength of her own. Their bodies shook with tension,
their hips and asses thrust and rocked. Pat and Marsha
shoved their foreheads together and glared with hatred into
each other’s eyes. Their teeth gritted in vicious snarls of
anger and lust, the women panted furiously at each other
even as their bodies worked to grind their cunts into one
hot, wet sucking maw of pleasure. Marsha looped her thighs
around Pat’s hips, locked her ankles in the cleft of Pat’s
ass, and bucked up with all of her strength. Their massive
tits crushed flat, sending pulses of ecstasy burning into
their bodies, their hard nipples rubbed tight. Between their
burning clits and their throbbing tits, the women gasped and
groaned in joy, riding each other to higher and higher
heights of pleasure. Their erotic moaning grew louder and
louder until, suddenly, Pat stiffened.
“Fuck, oh Christ!” she howled. She jerked hard, every muscle
going rigid, her ass driving down as her orgasm detonated
deep inside her cunt and rolled out in waves of pleasure.
“God, oh fuck, fuck…,” Marsha moaned. Locked to Pat, she
felt the other woman’s jolting orgasm, felt her clit crushed
even harder by Pat’s convulsing sexhorn, then exploded in
Pat and Marsha screamed together as they emptied their
bodies into each other, the tension flowing from their
muscles and their overtaxed sexes like the hot cum that
jetted from their enflamed pussies.
Gasping, the two battling women collapsed in each other’s
arms, weak as kittens. The pleasure rippling through them
slowly abated, but they were both drained. As Pat lay on
Marsha, their breasts still flattened into one pulsing mass,
her face buried in the other woman’s hair, feeling Marsha’s
hot breath blowing on her neck and the heat of the other
woman’s body crushed to hers, she realized that the
fuckfights she had just endured were easily the most intense
and pleasurable sexual experiences of her life.
Exhausted, she rolled herself off of the sexual intruder, to
lie beside Marsha on the thick hotel rug. Her tits heaved
and sweat trickled down her body to the carpet. Groaning,
she looked up and saw Robert. He had an expression of
bewildered ecstasy on his face, as if his deepest fantasies
had just come true before his eyes. And perhaps they had.
His cock was still engorged and larger than Pat remembered
seeing it before. She remembered what Marsha had been doing
to him right after she had assaulted Pat, however, and that
memory was enough to give the wronged wife her second wind.
Pulling herself to her knees, Pat reached down and grabbed
Marsha’s thick hair. The other woman protested weakly. “Let
me go, you cunt,” she moaned, too tired to do much more. But
Pat pulled Marsha to her feet and, hauling her by her hair,
dragged her back to the king-size bed. Marsha batted at
Pat’s hands, but let herself be pulled, hoping to buy the
time to regain some of her energy.
Pat threw Marsha onto the bed, so that the dark-haired woman
landed on her stomach. Then, Pat threw herself onto Marsha’s
back. She enjoyed the feeling of naked flesh to flesh, of
her heavy tits pushing into Marsha’s shoulders, of their
thrashing legs twining together and struggling for control.
Her wet pussy pushed into the crack of Marsha’s ass and she
rubbed hard, leaving a wet trail on the other woman’s firm
buttocks. Her thick right thigh jammed up into Marsha’s
“Let me up, you bitch,” Marsha groaned. But Pat just pushed
down harder into the beautiful, full body beneath her own,
enjoying the sense of control. She reached under Marsha’s
body and cupped and squeezed the woman’s massive right tit.
She smiled as the hard nipple bore into her palm, as Marsha
thrashed beneath her frantically. She pushed her cunt to
Marsha’s ass and rode the other woman a little harder.
Finally, Marsha stopped struggling. “Please, please, I give
up…” she whimpered.
Pat leaned forward and ran her tongue along Marsha’s right
earlobe. “You can dish it out but you can’t take it, you
slut?” she whispered in her enemy’s ear. She smiled as she
felt Marsha’s anger and resistance flare again, and then
“I’m sorry,” came the muffled reply. “Please, let me up.”
Pat smiled again, and then rolled Marsha’s face towards
hers. She drove her mouth down onto Marsha’s and thrilled as
the other woman’s tongue lashed at hers. For long minutes,
their tongues fought a brutal, luscious battle inside their
locked mouths, the women’s groans and cries building, hot
spit flowing, until, finally, Marsha had to surrender here
too. The angle was just too difficult. She was finally
Pat pulled herself up to a kneeling position on Marsha, her
knees to either side of the intruder’s hips, then let the
other woman roll over onto her back below her. The two
enemies exchanged hot, hungry looks and Pat knew that Marsha
was not fully defeated yet. Good. She reached down and
kneaded Marsha’s massive rack, her fingers sinking into the
yielding titflesh, her thumbs and forefingers squeezing the
hard brown nipples like knobs. She smiled as Marsha moaned
and wriggled her body into the bed. Then, Pat lazily traced
her right hand down Marsha’s belly to her still sodden, hot
cunt, while keeping her left hand sunk into Marsha’s massive
Pat was slow and cautious in her violation of Marsha’s cunt,
until she saw that the other woman was clearly enjoying her
gentle, teasing prodding. She then sank two fingers deep and
hard into Marsha’s boiling pussy, and smiled as she watched
the other woman writhe in pleasure beneath her. Marsha was
enjoying this violation, but there was clearly part of her
that did not want to succumb to Pat’s eager, questing
fingers. Marsha’s face became a study in concentration,
defiance mixed with ecstasy, the desire to resist the
powerful orgasm building in her core versus the aching need
to give in to the raw pleasure. Pat enjoyed the show, her
hand pumping viciously. She inserted a third finger and
diddled Marsha’s clit with her thumb, then smiled savagely
as Marsha bucked and gasped beneath her, the intruder’s
heavy tits rocking with her jerking motions.
Pat was surprised and worried when she felt Marsha’s right
hand spidering into her own hot cunt, but the dark-haired
woman’s counterattack was too little and too late. Marsha
began to sigh and thrash her head back and forth, her hips
jerked and her breath came in panting gasps. Her hand worked
hard inside Pat’s cunt, her fingers teased and tweaked Pat’s
boiling clit mercilessly, but Marsha could not hold out.
Thrusting her hips high, almost throwing Pat off her bucking
body, she shrieked out in ecstasy. “FUCK! Oh God, oh fuck,
fuck, fuck…” Her voice trailed off into crying moans as the
orgasms roared through her.
Pat smiled, her revenge complete. She wondered if she should
feel a little guilty. After all, she had just sexually
assaulted another woman. But this woman had violated her
earlier, probably even better that Pat had gotten her. Pat
felt satisfied, even proud, of the evening’s activities.
And, as she kept reminding herself, she had never fucked or
been fucked harder and better than what she had just done
Panting, heaving in the aftermath of her multi-orgasmic
climax, Marsha reached out and fondled Pat’s majestic
breasts. She ran her hands on Pat’s taut, heavy tits and
squeezed the aching nipples. Pat returned the favor. Marsha
suddenly released Pat’s rack, turned back over onto her
stomach, and crawled out from under her tormenter. Pat let
her go, waiting to see what the other woman would do. Marsha
flipped her legs away from Pat, lay down on her back, then
pushed herself back under the “v” of Pat’s legs. She planted
her face in Pat’s crotch, looped her arms over Pat’s hips
and thighs until she could grasp her rival’s round ass, and
proceeded to lick and eat and devour every millimeter of
Pat’s steamy twat. She sucked Pat’s clit until the brunette
beauty, cupping and squeezing her own tits, shrieked in pure
pleasure, then exploded in a series of convulsive orgasms
that had her gushing pussy juice all over Marsha’s face.
With a spent moan, Pat fell forward, her tits crushing to
Marsha’s stomach, and buried her face in the intruder’s
steaming cunt, driving her tongue and lips into the other
woman’s labial folds, seeking her enemy’s clit. She found
it, licked it and sucked hard, then rolled over onto her
side, pulling Marsha with her. Their faces buried in the
other’s cunt, their hands fixed to and clawing at the
other’s round ass, their bodies trembling with pleasure,
moans and cries muffled in their beautiful twats, Pat and
Marsha ate each other relentlessly, pulling several aching
orgasms from each other. Finally, exhausted from the
ecstasy, they passed out together.
Robert watched all this in silence. He did not want to
interfere. Instead, he let the women sleep and pleasured
himself in a chair by the bed, feverishly replaying in his
mind all he had witnessed. He looked at the clock. The night
was still young, and he was sure that the two beautiful
women now sleeping in the bed, lips to cunts, could be
coaxed into several more fuckfights before the night was
through. He smiled, and settled back to wait.