Dear Board,

This is a rewrite of the first story in "The Hotel Series.". This story was originally a rewrite of another writer's story. The original I found very intriguing, especially two scenes/turns of phrase that really got my imagination going. I was recently re-reading my version of the story, however, and I felt that there was a lot more I could have done with it.

This story is not meant to change the original too much so much as add a lot more detail. It should work well with the other, subsequent stories, but regard this version of "The Intrusion" as my definitive version of the story.

This story is completed. I will post the other two parts over the next few days.

Enjoy!

JB


1A-The Hotel Series-The Intrusion- Room 1742- Revised Edition (2026) by JB57

Pat enjoyed accompanying her husband, Robert, to business functions, like the retirement dinner they had been at tonight for the Senior VP in his office. Pat was a beautiful and voluptuous woman and Robert loved showing her off to his colleagues and co-workers. For Pat, these activities 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 the events had an extra special spice. Robert was blessed to work in an office that had many beautiful, voluptuous and seductive women who loved putting their lush bodies on display to be ogled and appreciated. Many of the partners at his firm also had beautiful trophy wives whom they liked to show off. Events like the retirement dinner gave everyone the opportunity to see those gorgeous women, including Pat, in plunging necklines, bare backs, thigh-high slits, short skirts, nylons and heels. The surfeit of beautiful, sexy women in revealing and seductive outfits got Robert so turned on that he and Pat had animalistic sex nearly every night for a week afterwards.

So it was that, an hour after the dinner had concluded, Pat and Robert were upstairs on the king size bed of their hotel room, rolling around in the nude, their clothes having been discarded between there and the door, with Robert desperate to drive his cock into Pat’s tight, hot cunt and Pat winding him up, teasing him, torturing him, getting him ready for the incredible fucking she intended to give him.

Pat enjoyed the heated passion of skin to skin contact and she enjoyed the seductive power of anticipation. She let Robert fondle her, stroke her, suck and squeeze her tits, finger her pussy, do everything else except fuck her. She played him like a fiddle, driving him and, not incidentally, herself crazy with lust. Right now, she was lying on top of Robert, rubbing her huge, delicious tits into his chest, torturing him with her rock-hard nipples 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 I thought they would pop out of that dress along with her nipples…and you won’t believe this, but she practically invited herself to spend some bed-time with us tonight. Can you believe her nerve?!”

“Well, Marsha may have the hottest body of all the women in the group,” Robert smiled at Pat, trying to seem in control, but he was holding onto his voluptuous, naked wife, so lustful he could hardly think straight. He knew that, when the time came, the fucking she would give him would blow his mind!

“Hmmmm – you think that slut’s body is as good as mine?” Pat asked tartly.

To Robert’s great distress, Pat climbed off of him and out of bed. With a mischievous smile, she stood beside the bed, wonderfully nude, put her hands on her wide, muscular hips, and cocked her pelvis forward, drawing his eyes to her juicy pussy, which was wet with secretions. Her perfect cunt was clean shaven around its thick pink lips, but crowned by a small, dense, triangle-shaped thatch of brown pubic hair. Her swollen clit peeked out at the crest of her labia, twitching with tension, attesting to Pat’s arousal. Robert’s eyes moved over his wife’s taut abdomen, her deep, narrow navel that he loved to tongue, to her narrow waist, tracing her deliciously toned, hourglass figure. He admired her thick, heavy, DD breasts, succulent glands that swelled from her chest, needless of support. Robert’s cock grew even harder as he drank in her voluptuous beauty. Pat looked spectacular in her tiny, barely-there thong bikinis, but she looked even better naked.

“Oh baby,” Robert groaned, “No one’s body is as good as yours! Marsha is just a distant second.”

Pat grinned. “Glad to hear it, honey. That’s the right answer! Now…”

She swayed her hips seductively as she climbed back into bed and crawled onto Robert’s chest, pushing him back onto the mattress. Pat rubbed her lush body all over her husband who groaned in unbearable lust. Robert had thought he had learned to control himself with his wife but, tonight, after the delicious stimulation of the flesh-show at the dinner and an hour of his gorgeous, curvaceous wife rubbing herself on him and teasing him, he was not sure that he could keep from exploding much longer! Pat lay on top of her husband, chest to chest, and positioned herself so that Robert’s massive erection jutted up between her thighs, nested in her ass cheeks. Her wet pussy slid on the top edge of the engorged cock, her thick pussy lips kissing gently at the turgid prick. Pat carried teasing to a whole new level of torture.

Pat smiled down into Robert’s face, enjoying her husband’s expression of agony. “Don’t worry baby,” Pat purred. “Just a little longer and I’ll let you stick that big, hard prick all the way up my nice, tight, wet, hot little hole -just imagine what it will feel like, to be balls deep inside of me until you just explode… and I’m going to squeeeezzzzee you so tight!” She contracted her pussy, letting her cunt lips suck enticingly at the length of Robert’s tumescent shaft.

Robert groaned, in genuine distress, as his mind and body absorbed her words. His prick got even bigger and harder, something he did not think possible. Pat smiled, her eyes feverish with desire. Her body was on fire too, her libido at its peak. She did not think she could hold out much longer either.

Just then, there was a knock on the hotel room door and a woman’s voice hollered “Room Service!”

Robert and Pat paused and looked at each other in confusion.

“What the fuck is this?” Pat asked in irritation.

“Is that Marsha?” Robert asked, recognizing the voice.

“Marsha?” Pat replied, puzzled. “What could she want?” Even as she said it, Pat realized she had just mentioned her earlier conversation with the “slutty” Marsha, who had strongly indicated she would like to join Pat and Robert in their bed. Surely the woman was not actually trying to make that fantasy a reality?

“Open up!” cooed the voice again. “Special delivery!”

Nude and steaming hot from arousal, now annoyed at this intrusion, Pat hopped off the bed and scampered to the door. She looked through the peephole to confirm their suspicions. The woman on the other side was definitely Marsha. Foolishly, Pat opened the door just a little and poked her head around.

“What do you want, Marsha? We’re busy!”

Marsha barreled into the door, knocking it into Pat and opening it enough for her to burst into the hotel room. Marsha was wearing a short, white terrycloth hotel robe that was sashed so low on her hips that it was falling open and displaying a considerable amount of lush cleavage and tanned belly. She wore 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 the room and saw Robert in bed, pulling up the sheets in a futile effort to cover his nakedness and hide his enormous erection.
“Oohhh my,” Marsha purred, her eyes lighting with heat.

Marsha was still smiling at Robert’s massive erection when she saw that Pat was reaching for her robe in an effort to pull her back and push her out into the hall. Pat grabbed the robe in a tight grip. Marsha undid the sash and, with a quick spin, moved three feet further into the room, leaving Pat holding an empty robe.

The small desk lamp at the far end of the room was the only illumination. It showed Marsha standing in the center of the hotel room, completely gloriously naked, except for a pair of pink bikini panties and three inch black heels.

Pat and Robert were both a little stunned by what they saw. Just a few minutes before, Robert had asserted that Marsha’s body was not as good as Pat’s luscious body. But the nearly naked beauty revealed to them now was every bit as curvaceous, every bit as enticingly muscled, as Pat’s magnificent form. It was clear that Marsha’s massive tits were perfectly shaped, unsupported DDs and were not one ounce less meaty than Pat’s delicious rack. The only part of Marsha’s body not visible to the amorous couple, her panty-covered pussy, was almost certainly every bit as impressive as the rest of the beautiful woman.

Marsha stood with her delectable tits thrust out, her back arched, her hands on her womanly hips, proudly displaying her incredible, nearly naked, body. Marsha looked Robert in the eyes, smiling wickedly, then let her eyes move down to observe the man’s jutting prick. Robert had dropped the sheet covering himself in shock when Marsha was revealed and Marsha watched with amusement as Robert’s cock visibly twitched with tension after apparently hitting the limit of how much it could grow. She smiled at the effect her luscious body was having on the man.

Pat fumed. She was hot and horny and had been expecting a great night fucking her husband to within an inch of his life. Now, this office slut was ruining her time with Robert and, even worse, was presenting a body that rivaled Pat’s own voluptuous beauty, stealing the wife’s thunder with her husband. Having to deal with this bitch was infuriating, especially when Pat’s libido had spent the past hour being ramped up to its maximum. She moved towards Marsha.

“Get out of our room, Marsha,” Pat hissed.

Pat threw the terry-cloth robe at the other woman. It bounced off of Marsha harmlessly, but the black-haired beauty made no move to pick it up. Pat closed the distance between them. She grabbed Marsha by her muscled arm then got behind the dark-haired bitch and started pushing her by her bare back towards the door. Pat had the intruder most of the way there before Marsha dug in her heels and twisted around, facing Pat.

“Stop pushing me!” Marsha shouted. She braced herself. The women’s beautiful bodies collided, naked torso to naked torso, their full, heavy breasts slapping together. Despite her greater height in her heels, because she was leaning slightly forward, Marsha’s tits crushed with Pat’s massive tits directly, nipple to nipple, mass to mass. Both women gasped at the sudden, intense, sensuous contact. Titmeat slammed into titmeat, both pairs of dense glands wobbled, and hard nipples caught on hard nipples, sending a deliciously erotic electric shock through the voluptuous women. Pat was sure her pussy gushed a little in response.

The impact of juicy tit to tit stopped Pat’s momentum for a moment, but Marsha’s heels slipped on the carpet and Pat resumed pushing her backwards into the door, now throwing her chest into the push, grunting as her heavy tits wrestled and rolled with Marsha’s matching glands. Pat tried to ignore the powerful tingle of electricity surging up her spine and through her breasts as they struggled with their firm, bulging counterparts on the other woman.

Marsha hit the door with a “thud”. The impact did not hurt, but it stung and fed her building irritation. The fact that the married couple did not want her to join them was infuriating her. She was not a woman used to rejection and now that she had seen Robert and Pat naked, she was more determined than ever to force her way into their bed. She was impressed by Robert’s massive prick but even more by Pat’s naked, luscious body. She had known that Pat was a voluptuous beauty, of course, but she rarely met women who were her equal in terms of physical beauty and natural endowments. Her imagination was already alight with what she could do with such a delicious body!

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 bare, muscled shoulders and shoved the other woman hard into the side wall.

“No one pushes me around like that, you little bitch,” Marsha growled.

“I’m a bitch?” Pat snarled, her anger finally exploding. “You’re invading our hotel room, you cunt! You’re the bitchy slut who has to get out of here now!”

“Fuck you!”

The two equally luscious women, one nude, the other almost as good as nude, squared off in the tiny arena of the room’s foyer, a rectangle about one by two meters. As Pat twisted away from Marsha, she was jabbed in the side by the door handle. Angrily, Pat threw an elbow and kicked at Marsha, causing the intruder to back off a bit. Pat continued turning and had her back to the door when Marsha rushed forward and slammed her body full onto Pat’s, pushing the brunette woman forcefully into the door. Marsha smirked at the payback for a moment, then readied herself for combat by kicking off her shoes to give her a better grip on the floor. With a mutual scream, the two beautiful, enraged women threw themselves at 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 voluptuous body, grabbing wrists and arms, pushing shoulders. The violent shoving match soon turned into a hair-pulling battle. Pat tore at Marsha’s dark locks and Marsha sank her fingers into Pat’s thick brunette curls. Screaming and shouting, the battling beauties pulled and shoved each other around the small arena by their heads, kicking at each other’s bare legs with their bare feet, slapping and punching when they could. Their big, beautiful tits jiggled and bounced ferociously on their chests and 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. 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, four, five, even ten minutes neither had any qualms about mangling the other woman’s two spectacular jugs, slapping and punching and kicking at each other in a frenzy of hate and rage. Their bodies grew hot and began to drip with sweat; their manhandled tits throbbed with the erotic effect of constant stimulation.

Robert watched all of this from the bed as he stroked the biggest, most sensitive, pulsating erection he had ever had. He was entranced as the battling women cupped and squeezed and kneaded and tortured their opponent’s perfect tits. They moaned and cried out as they ravaged their rival’s gorgeous body. They panted and groaned as they pushed each other around the small space. Watching two beautiful, naked women fight each other sexually was every man’s wet dream. Robert could not believe that his fantasy seemed to be coming true before his eyes as the two women with the most perfect, voluptuous bodies that he knew seemed to be locked in a ferocious struggle to the finish. He knew he might eventually need to intervene on the side of his wife but, for now, he was willing to sit back and quietly masturbate as he watched with rapt attention.

Only when the women’s angry adrenaline rushes ran dry did they slow down. Gradually, their battle came to a stop. Spent, panting and sweating, they fell into each other’s arms, locked up in a clinch like two boxers. Their arms wrapped around the other’s curving, narrow waist, holding and leaning into each other heavily because their legs were wobbly with exhaustion. Their cursing and shrieks faded to deep breathing and softer moans. They rested their heads on their opponent’s shoulder and pressed cheek to cheek.

Their minds were sorting through all that had happened during the past several minutes, and neither woman fully realized that their four equally large, meaty tits were tightly, deliciously mashed between their overheated and sweaty bodies, nipples hard and pulsing into each other. But both women felt the intense pleasure emanating from their mated chests, from the electric pressure of their docked nipples, the sensual delight of their sensitive, sweat-soaked glands slickly rubbing and mashing. They could feel their already primed and stoked libidos building into a raging fever, fed by the tit to tit wet friction. 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 the naked flesh of her sculpted back, or whose hot thigh was pushing tightly into her drenched pussy. Neither fully realized the deep desire that was now filling their sexy bodies, reverberating in their mated tits and their aching pussies, making both of them unbearably, insanely, sexually aroused.

With a groaning sigh, Pat and Marsha pulled their heads back from the other’s shoulder. They pressed nose to nose, sweaty forehead to forehead, their eyes closed. Then, at the same time, they 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 exquisitely sensitive pink probes was like putting a match to a pile of gasoline soaked paper.

Neither woman could even think. The sudden, intense erotic contact was too much, sending a shockwave of pleasure from their tongues to their swollen clits, and they both acted instinctively, in response to the overwhelming sexual hunger that had stealthily filled their aching bodies. Each woman’s head tilted to the right as her mouth opened and sealed with the other woman’s wet, ravenous mouth. Soft lips melted together and each woman’s tongue shot boldly into the other’s opening. Hot spit was exchanged as their thick tongues twisted and wrestled, licking and lapping at each other, each touch, each stroke feeling unbelievably good. They moaned passionately, insanely aroused by the delicious, sensuous contact. Electricity trickled through their bodies, warming their thighs, swelling their throbbing, quivering tits, setting fire to their pussies. The powerfully aroused women pressed and pulled their bodies tightly together, running their hands over the other’s burning flesh, pressing firm belly to belly, their massive tits crushing and throbbing, mushrooming, pushing out to their sides. Their nipples sealed as one, aching and burning like stars. They moaned deep in their throats as their passionate kiss intensified, as they slopped spit back and forth.

Their bodies moved on sexual instinct. 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, pulling the pink panties down, down Marsha’s muscled thighs. Never breaking the consuming kiss, Marsha’s pink panties slowly slid down the rest of her long legs to her bare feet and she stepped out of them. Now equally nude, Marsha and Pat fixed their hands to the other woman’s beautiful ass and squeezed hard, pulling the other’s body even more firmly into their own. They felt the thick landing strips on their otherwise clean-shaven cunts crunch and tangle and knot.

The two women continued to kiss deeply, lustfully, tongues twined, as they sank to the floor together, to their knees, breasts mashed, bellies mated, hot navels sucking, thigh to thigh. They rubbed belly to belly, tit grinding on tit, sensual pleasure growing and growing, their voluptuous bodies slick with hot sweat. Marsha pushed harder and guided Pat onto her back, following the brunette down to the carpeted floor, mounting her lush body.

The nude women writhed on the floor of the hotel room, both lost in the intense erotic pleasure of their encounter, neither fully knowing what was happening and who they were in the process of fucking. Marsha wriggled on top of Pat’s undulating body, the women’s tits and bellies grinding deliciously, their legs twining and stroking, their bare toes running along smooth calves.

Pat’s mind pushed off the erotic haze just a bit and recognized that something was a little different than usual when Marsha positioned herself between Pat’s legs and spread the brunette’s thighs with her thighs, exposing both succulent cunts to each other. With a hard thrust, Marsha squashed her pussy onto Pat’s hot, sopping cunt, and rubbed around and around and around. The wetness and heat between their legs increased exponentially. Their soft, thick pussy lips crushed wetly and slowly merged and mutually penetrated, their hot, slippery labia melted together and fused, and their cunts sucked hungrily at each other. Course pubic hair grated and twined. Locked in their passionate kiss, the women moaned in sheer bliss as excruciating pleasure filled their luscious bodies to the brim.

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. The women’s cunts kissed and sucked and fused, becoming one. In the face of this incredible pleasure, of this unbelievably erotic sensation, it took several seconds before the alarm bells began ringing in Pat’s brain. Grunting, she broke the passionate kiss.

“Oh God, ohh god, oohh my god, please...” she cried before biting her lip to try and contain the incredible orgasm shockingly building within her. Marsha was fucking her, penetrating and filling her in a way that felt unbearably, ecstatically good, better than anything, 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. She pulled at Marsha’s hair and clawed at the black-haired beauty’s sweaty back and flexing ass, but she was trapped beneath Marsha’s writhing, grinding body, her tits were mashed under Marsha’s firm, massive rack and their bellies were sliding and slapping sensuously. Involuntarily, overcome with the erotic sensations, Pat found herself writhing and grinding in response, rubbing and jerking her body into Marsha’s lusty form, fucking back as hard as she could.

Marsha increased the power and rate of her thrusting hips. Both women felt like their pussies were overflowing with heat and tension and Marsha rejoiced in the feeling of her tight cunt open and spread and locked into Pat’s soft, yielding pussy, labia mashed to labia, fuck lips seared to fuck lips. 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, violating her body just as deliciously. Hot juice flowed from their inosculated cunts like water and their wet, hard clits stroked each other with electric intensity. A powerful suction formed between the women’s vaginal canals as they forced each other open and sealed into one.

Pat moaned in anguish, pressed cheek to cheek with Marsha, who kept driving into her, riding her hard, whose cunt was so completely merged and mashed with Pat’s cunt that the brunette beauty did not know where she ended and her sexual attacker began. Their clits were rubbing, rubbing, getting bigger, harder, more sensitive with every second, taking over their bodies, threatening to explode. Pat bucked and heaved in passion, trying to throw Marsha off, trying to fuck Marsha back, not wanting the incredible fucking being inflicted on her by this dirty whore to end! Oh God, it was so good!

“You bitch, you fucking bitch!!” Pat screamed. She gripped Marsha’s perfect, powerful, flexing ass with both hands and pulled the bitch as deep into her cunt, as hard onto her writhing body, as she could, trying to crush their swollen, pulsing clits.

“You cunt, you dirty little cunt!!” Marsha gasped. She worked her ass as hard as she could, transported by the sheer ecstasy of the pleasure radiating out from her pussy as she fucked this beautiful bitch senseless. Desperately, Marsha rammed her mouth back onto Pat’s mouth, a kiss that the brunette returned with equal passion and lust, their tongues licking and thrusting inside their sealed orifices.

The women’s bucking, heaving, thrusting bodies pounded on the floor, their moans and groans of pleasure muffled by their animal kiss, their writhing, undulating fuck building to a devastating climax.

Pat suddenly broke the kiss, twisting her head away, gasping.

“OH FUCKING GOD!!”

Pat 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. She spasmed, bucking hard. Her nails dug into Marsha’s firm, rippling ass, pulling even harder, trying to make their cunts one seething, electric mass of pleasure. Pat arched her back, lifting the woman on top.

“OH GOD, OH FUCK!!”

With a shriek and three kicking jolts Pat passed out under Marsha.

Marsha groaned in absolute ecstasy and experienced two delicious, devastating orgasmic jolts as she ejaculated powerfully into Pat’s cunt. Shuddering with this final release, the black-haired vixen collapsed on top of the brunette woman.

Marsha lay atop Pat with her eyes closed, floating in the aftermath of incredible pleasure. She enjoyed the hot, wet feel of their pussies sucked tight, their clits throbbing together. She enjoyed the exquisite weight of Pat’s thick, meaty tits crushed and pulsing into her own. She enjoyed the sensuous feel of their hot, sweaty bellies flattened together, their navels sucking. She panted in heat.

After a while, Marsha peeled her sweat-soaked body off of Pat’s body. She cupped and squeezed one of Pat’s massive tits, eliciting a mild groan from the unconscious beauty, then lowered her head to lick and suck hungrily at the hard nipple.

Marsha smiled as she looked 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 half-hour.

Slowly, seductively, Marsha crawled over to Robert on her hands and knees, her pendulous tits swaying gently as she crossed the space between them. She got on her knees in front of him and began to fondle, kiss, and lick Robert’s cock. “I’m afraid I’m all out of ammo,” Robert grunted, but Marsha had waited for this moment for a long time. She would give Robert all the help he needed if it meant it got her a mouthful of his cum and, even better, a cuntful of his prick. She sucked hard on his slowly swelling member, stroking his balls, pausing to suck each small jewel into her mouth and tease them with her tongue. Robert groaned in ecstasy as his cock surged back to life. Marsha was so focused on helping Robert reload that she was unaware of Pat awakening behind her.

Pat returned to consciousness slowly, disconnected from reality. Vaguely, she had the sense that she had been fucked out of her mind, literally. Her body had been carried to such an extreme level of pleasure that her mind had shut down. She felt languid, like enormous tension had been released deep in her core. At the same time, her skin felt hot and she was soaked in sweat. Electricity was emanating from her tight cunt, radiating in her flesh. All over, her nerves, her skin, seemed to be vibrating in the aftermath of incredible pleasure. Then she heard the slurping sounds and moans from the corner, and everything that had happened came rushing back, including who it was that had left her in this state.

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 Robert’s penis, of the penis that belonged to Pat!

For Pat, it barely mattered that Robert was not doing anything to resist the slut deep-throating his cock. He was just a horny man, easily led by his prick, and Pat had been winding him up for more than an hour, so she was willing to forgive. But Marsha was intruding on Pat’s territory, trying to take her husband right in front of her! Pat had long suspected that Marsha had designs on Robert and this only confirmed that feeling.

Pat’s energy returned to her in a flash of rage. She sprang to her feet, crossed the room, and seized Marsha by her dark 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 hands, trying to free her tortured head. Pat snarled, spun the other woman around, and then let go of her hair. Marsha 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 bulging 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.

“Your husband deserves a better cunt than yours,” Marsha snarled. “I’m better than you. I’ve already proved that, but let’s do it again, little girl. You against me, tit to tit, cunt to cunt. Let’s see if you last half a minute against my superior pussy and tits, 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 excruciatingly intense and pleasurable orgasms of her life. “You’re on, you slutty whore,” she replied. “I’m going to fuck you to death.”

The two naked women crossed the short distance separating them and came crashing together. Thick, meaty tits crushed solidly. Their hard bellies slapped. Both women gasped as their pubic regions impacted, their thick bushes tangling. The women wrapped their arms around the other woman’s back, pulling their naked bodies tightly together, mashing their tits, sealing their bellies in a solid, firm embrace. Snarling, Pat and Marsha tilted their pelvises forward. Their juicy cunt lips kissed with a slap of wet meat. Their swollen, pulsating clits collided, head to head, sending a shockwave of pure ecstasy reverberating through their bodies.

“FUCK!!” Pat cried.

“GOD!!” Marsha screamed.

Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, glaring with hate, the women rubbed clits ferociously. The expressions of rage, hate and pure lust that flashed across their beautiful faces fueled their mutual desire. Pat and Marsha gripped their enemy’s perfect ass tightly. The women pumped at each other, powerful asses rippling with effort as they clitfucked. They clawed at each other’s backs and buttocks, raising welts, forcing small whimpers of pain and excruciating pleasure from each other.

“You whore, you fucking whore!”

“Filthy, fucking slut!”

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, tight circular motion, grinding into each other as hard as they could, their swollen clits fencing and jousting furiously, sending endless, flowing pleasure through every muscle, every cell in their sexually voracious bodies. Pat felt like she was being cut in two by the raw sensations; she had never been so pleasured in her life. Using the most exquisitely sensitive and erotic part of her body against another woman’s most sensitive and erotic parts filled her with a thrilling sense of sexual power.

Cunt juices flowed down the women’s slick inner thighs from their incredibly aroused pussies. Their bellies rippled, navels sucking and releasing then sucking again constantly. The women’s voluptuous bodies were at war, trying to overwhelm the other with erotic sensations, trying to devour and destroy their rival with raw pleasure.

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 gasp and moan, then sob as their hips continued to jerk, pushing both women up to the pinnacles of pleasure.

The slick wet heat and devastating ecstasy 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 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, groaning and gasping, her legs kicking out with each orgasmic jolt, struggling to stay conscious. Their firm, thick breasts rubbed and rolled together, burning with arousal, grinding mercilessly as the two women fucked to the finish. Marsha and Pat collapsed in each other’s arms, the pleasure too much for them to endure.

The women lay on the floor, their bodies entwined, too stunned to move. Robert had watched the sexual duel raptly and was more aroused than ever before. He hoped that the two women would keep on fighting. Despite their mutual animosity, it was clear that they were both enjoying their battle enormously.

After a few minutes, Pat began to stir as she regained her senses. Her movements brought Marsha back to full awareness, 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 other.

“Dirty whore! I’m not done with you,” Pat snarled at her enemy.

“Bitch! I’m not finished with you either!” Marsha spat back, her face contorted with anger and lust.

Pat thrust down with her hot cunt; Marsha bucked back. With their legs spread, the women were able to better penetrate each other, reclaiming the cunt to cunt lock that had so pleasured them in their first fuck, except Pat was now the woman on top. Their thrusting cunts sucked and fused, working into each other. They sealed together again, their hot pink labia fusing in ecstasy in soft, wet squelches of pleasure. They worked their hips, using their vaginal lips to push into each other, to lock their genitals into a deep, mutually penetrating fuck kiss. Pat thrust down powerfully, 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 steaming pussies melted together, and their thick, burning clits rammed into each other relentlessly.

“Oh, fuck!,” Pat gasped, shivering with the intense shocks of excruciating pleasure. She pumped harder, grinding her clit into Marsha’s equally hard sex, loving the burning joy that shot through her with every thrust.

“Fucking God!” Marsha gasped, driving back against Pat’s engorged clit with all the strength of her hips and ass.

The women’s bodies shook with tension, their hips and asses thrust and rocked. Pat and Marsha shoved their foreheads together and glared hatefully into the other’s eyes. Their teeth gritted in vicious snarls of anger and lust, the women panted raggedly even as their bodies worked to grind their cunts into one hot, wet sucking mass of pure, unbearable pleasure.

Marsha looped her thighs around Pat’s hips, locked her ankles under Pat’s rippling ass, and bucked up with all of her strength. Their massive tits crushed flat, sending pulses of ecstasy echoing through 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, 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 pure pleasure.

Pat and Marsha moaned in shared, overpowering sexual agony 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. They ejaculated into each other over and over as they hit several orgasmic peaks, their bodies synchronized. As she shuddered in wave after wave of pleasure, Pat had the vague thought that she could not remember ever cumming like this before in her life. She was shocked and pleased to discover she was a copious squirter.

Again, the battling women collapsed in each other’s arms, weak as kittens. The pleasure washing through them slowly abated, but they were both drained. Pat lay on Marsha, their breasts flattened into one pulsing meaty 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, The fuckfights she had just endured were easily the most intense and pleasurable sexual experiences of her life. Neither woman had ever fucked like this before in her life. They were exploring new erotic territory together.

Exhausted, Pat rolled herself off of the sexual intruder, to lie beside Marsha on the thick hotel rug. Her tits heaved. Her lush body glistened with sweat, which dripped down her lush form to the carpet. Groaning, she looked up and saw Robert. He had an expression of bewildered excitement on his face, as if his deepest fantasies had just come true before his eyes. His cock was still engorged and he was stroking it lightly. She remembered what Marsha had been doing to him right after she had assaulted Pat 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 yanked 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 cunt.

“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, knowing she was in too disadvantaged a position to force her way up. “Let me go, you fucker,” the black-haired beauty hissed.

Pat leaned forward and ran her tongue along Marsha’s right earlobe. “I’m just starting with you, you whore. You wanted into our bed? Well, you’re going to get more than you bargained for!” she whispered in her enemy’s ear. She smiled as she felt Marsha’s anger and resistance flare again.

“Fuck you! I’m more woman than you can handle, you little slut.”

Pat smiled again, and then pulled Marsha’s face around, 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, sensuous 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 risking choking on the spit Pat was releasing into her mouth, despite swallowing as much as she could. She broke the kiss, gasping, her eyes blazing with humiliation, just as Pat wanted.

Pat got off of Marsha and rolled the black-haired vixen onto her back, then quickly straddled the woman, her pussy resting on Marsha’s belly, her legs pinning down the woman’s arms. 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 reached behind her and 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 right tit.

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 sank two fingers deep and hard into Marsha’s boiling pussy and smiled as she watched the black-haired bitch writhe in pleasure beneath her. Marsha was enjoying this violation. 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.

Marsha began to sigh and thrash her head back and forth, her hips jerked and her breath came in panting gasps. 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. She leaned back, allowing Marsha to free her arms and hands. Panting, heaving in the aftermath of her multi-orgasmic climax, Marsha reached up and fondled Pat’s majestic breasts. She ran her hands on Pat’s taut, heavy tits and squeezed the aching nipples. Pat returned the favour. While still gripping and kneading Marsha’s tits, she got off the black-haired woman and stretched herself out beside her humiliated enemy.

To be continued: