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[apenman]

​​Dear friends,


I know they are not exactly new, but I have decided to post the “Beth And Sandra” series here as none of my more recent stories are on “THE HUGE LIST” and I am rather pleased with the response you all gave them. At some point, I hope that a clear and honest explanation of what happened to the old forum emerges, but I’m not holding my breath for that. I also want to thank AL75 for taking the time and making the effort to keep TF and SF stories alive and well on Hostboard. To paraphrase Mr. Spock, here’s hoping that tit fighting and sex fighting will “live long and prosper.”
A.P.


BETH AND SANDRA GET CLOSER TO JEHOVAH
by A. Penman




Joseph and I sat comfortably ensconced in the big chairs in my living room as we spoke at length and with much enthusiasm about life, love and of course, the merits of a life devoted to good works in Jehovah’s name. On this particular night, on the other side of my living room, sitting close and comfortably on the couch, Joseph’s wife was engaged in a spirited girl gab with my lady friend Sandra.

I must confess right here to not really being all that interested in Jehovah. But I always welcomed Joseph into my home because he was such a nice man. Plus, he always was accompanied by his lovely and quite busty wife, Beth. And visits from the couple had yielded an unexpected godsend, so to speak.


A few weeks ago, on their very first visit, the women had taken an instant liking to each other. That’s when this intriguing development just happened.


On that night, two fulsome women impulsively hugged each other. Over the course of the visit, they embraced each other two or three more times. Then, when Joseph and Beth departed and we escorted them to their car, the two women shared yet another long, deep embrace. I marveled at how comfortable the two curvaceous women were with such full and intimate body contact. Joseph seemed to enjoy his lovely wife’s long and tight embraces with my equally lovely girlfriend as much as I did.


The bond between our lovely ladies continued to grow, almost exponentially. Every time that Beth and Joseph came by to share the word of God, Beth and Sandra shared multiple enthusiastic hugs. These weren’t just the polite, cursory hugs either. Both women eagerly put their entire bodies into each embrace. And with each subsequent visit, both the frequency and the enthusiasm of their embraces grew. It got to the point where the two large breasted women seemed to want to hug each other again and again and again.


Earlier this afternoon as we readied ourselves for the evening’s visit from the couple, Sandra asked me to assess her planned outfit for the evening.


“DC, I’m thinking about wearing this top tonight. Do you think it’s OK? Is it too…well…too sexy?”


Sandra was wearing her favorite burgundy crop top. It was sleeveless, showing her buffed and beautiful arms. The high neck showed no cleavage. But it fit her tightly, like a second skin and proudly announced her full, DD breasts. At the bottom was about a two or three inch strip of her oh so sexy bare tummy, button included. Damn!


I loved the top. She knew I loved the top. However, I got the distinct impression that it wasn’t me who Sandra was trying to impress, at least not this particular night. I hesitated. I knew I had to choose my words carefully.


“I’m not sure about that top, Sandra. I mean I like it, but they are religious folks after all.”
“I guess you’re right. How about if I wear a loose fitting sweater over it? That way I won’t look too…”
“Incredibly sexy?” I offered.
“Uh huh.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“You always know just the right words, DC.” Sandra smiled.


The next thing I knew, her arms were around me, hugging me tightly. Those DD tits that I so loved were rolling and mashing into me. I could feel my manhood starting to assert itself.


“Um…Sandra?”
“What, hon?”
“You’re giving me a woody.” I said with some exasperation, because I knew there wasn’t enough time to do anything about it.


Sandra just reached down and grabbed my crotch.


“Mmmm…hold that thought.” She commented slyly. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, then went off to adjust her wardrobe, leaving my cock stiffly poking at my jeans.


Less than an hour later, Sandra and I welcomed Joseph and his lovely wife Beth into our home for an evening of delightful, meaningful chat and, as always, a non-alcoholic beverage. The girls quickly paired off while Joseph and I sat down in our comfortable “man” chairs. But then I noticed something.


“Um.. Joseph?”
“What, DC?”
“Well, I mean no disrespect, but I must say that your wife Beth looks rather toothsome this evening.”
“Oh…yes, when I saw that blouse, I told her that I felt she might be dressing a bit too provocatively.”
“Provocative is a good word.” I said, with a tinge of innuendo.
“But, she said she wanted to wear that top because she wanted to impress Sandra. Knowing how much she likes Sandra, I decided not to debate the point. I wouldn’t have won anyway.”


Beth had on a white, thin fabric top that was ribbed. It was a little thicker than a tee top but it hugged her upper body so tightly that there could be no mistaking the size and fullness of her breasts. My goodness! Beth’s tits were phenomenal!


“Sandra has on kind of a sexy top too. I guess she wanted to impress Beth. But I reminded her that you were religious folks, so she decided to cover up with a sweater.”
“What sweater?” Joseph asked.


Joseph’s comment was spot on. I looked back across the room to see that my lady had taken off her sweater. Apparently when she saw the blouse Beth had on, and how it emphasized her fulsome breasts, she saw no reason to be prudish or modest. Without any inhibitions, both women’s eyes were fixed on each other’s gorgeous assets. When eye to eye contact resumed, they smiled warmly and compliments were passed.


“What a lovely top, Beth!”
“Oh goodness me, this old thing?” Beth feigned modesty.
“Old or not, you look breathtaking in it.” Sandra poured it on. Beth blushed a bit, then returned the compliment.
“That top you’re wearing looks great on you, Sandra.”
“Oh…goodness. This old thing?” Sandra teased Beth, but now she blushed a bit. They both giggled.


It was rather difficult not to leer at the cornucopia of perfect female assets that were across the room, but I managed not to be a pervert. I turned back and engaged Joseph in political and philosophical discourse. He was always eager to talk politics. So was I. But I would always have to re-direct the flow of conversation whenever he turned to religion and tried to sell me on why I should convert.


Meanwhile, across the living room our women continued to chat and exchange the occasional compliments.. hair, nails.. the usual stuff. But now it seemed the two of them were struggling to maintain eye contact. You could see them stealing not so furtive glances at each other’s endowments. And then it happened.


“You know, Beth, we haven’t had a really good hug yet.”
“That’s right, we haven’t.” Beth replied. The excitement in her voice was apparent.


The two women stood up and faced each other. Son-of-a-bitch! I hadn’t noticed it before, but neither woman was wearing a bra! And I swear, as Jehovah’s my Witness, it appeared that both women’s breasts had swollen at least a cup size!!! Wow! Their breasts aimed directly at each other, proud and firm and so large. Erect nipples could no longer hide from view. And then the two close friends melted into each other’s arms. Joseph’s wife and my girl came together in such a warm, loving embrace! You could see their big, full breasts crushing together, kind of wrestling with each other. It must have been a really good hug because you could hear both women moan.


“My goodness! They’re at it again.” Joseph pointed out.
“Those two sure love to hug each other!” I observed.
“All Beth could talk about for the last week was how much she was looking forward to seeing Sandra again.”
“Yeah, Sandra has mentioned Beth quite a few times too.”
“You know DC, my wife and I are always so involved in church matters that the poor dear hasn’t had any time to cultivate any close relationships with another female. It makes me happy to see Sandra welcome Beth into her arms and the warm embrace of woman to woman friendship.”
“Well Joseph, I must say that recently I’ve noticed a nice change in Sandra too. I think her budding relationship with your lovely wife is the reason for this.”
“Oh look, D.C. They’re sharing a kiss!”


I looked over just a couple of seconds before the two good friends separated their luscious mouths. A shimmering string of their shared saliva stretched out and eventually popped. I expect that each of them got a sizable dollop of spit on her top. You could see their well matched breasts crush with each ebullient breath they shared.


“Honey…Beth?”


Beth turned away from Sandra to acknowledge her husband.


“Yes, Joseph. What?”
“I just wanted to say how delighted I am that you have found such a lovely new friend in Sandra.”
“I’m delighted too, sweetheart. It seems that Jehovah is looking out for me. At a time when I really needed a woman friend, he gave me Sandra.”


Beth planted a quick but hard kiss on Sandra’s mouth. Sandra sighed.


“I’m lucky to have you too, Beth.” Sandra said, then repaid her with an equally hard full mouth kiss. When it was done, Beth broke off the embrace to make an observation.


“You know Sandra, it occurs to me that you haven’t yet given me a tour of the house.”
“Well, it’s not much of a house.” Sandra feigned modesty.
“Don’t be silly! It’s a lovely house. And I want to see it, ALL of it.”


Lovely Beth emphasized her request with a sly wink. Sandra’s eyebrows raised and her breathing became animated.


“I think I can arrange a tour, just for you,” Sandra smiled at her friend, but there was just a hint of slyness in her smile, “just a minute, sweetie.”


Beth waited patiently with an odd look on her face while Sandra went to the kitchen and came back with two cold beers, one regular for me and one non-alcoholic beer for Joseph.


“Thank you, hon.” I said.
“And I thank you too, pretty lady!”
“Why, Joseph! You smooth talker!” Sandra teased him and winked. Joseph laughed.
“You boys stay right here and talk your sports and your politics and your philosophy. While you’re at it, enjoy a cold one. I’m going to give Beth a tour of the house.” Sandra stated, cheerfully.


Then my lady smiled at me and leaned in to give me a soft kiss on the cheek before she returned to lovely Beth. The two women then went off into the house, arm in arm. Joseph took a healthy swig of his beer then commented.


“Women! What do they find so fascinating about seeing the house?” he asked, bemused.
“I don’t know, Joseph. I just know they love stuff like that. But we do love them.” I offered.
“Indeed we do!”
“Here’s to our lovely ladies!” I raised my beer in a toast.
“To my Elizabeth, and your lovely Sandra!” Joseph responded enthusiastically.
“May their friendship blossom and grow.”


I had no idea, but that statement would shortly prove to be prophetic.


We clinked our bottles then took a drink. As soon as the beer hit my mouth, I realized that Sandra had given us the wrong beer. She had mistakenly handed Joseph the beer that contained alcohol. He didn’t seem to notice. I was in a bit of a quandary. Should I tell him?NAH.


We then resumed our discussion of life and the state of the world, the country, the state and the city. Our views often differed, but Joseph and I always seemed to find common ground. Before we knew it, almost thirty minutes had passed.


Just as I was about to mention that we hadn’t seen the girls for a while, I heard a few pronounced moans coming from down the hall. Five minutes later, those moans turned into pronounced grunts and groans. What the? Joseph noticed them too. I had an odd and good feeling about this.


“Wow! It sounds like our two gals are havin’ a good old time.” I said, trying to normalize what I suspected might have been going on. Or should I say, what I hoped was going on. But then I thought to myself, “Nah, that can’t be it. Those two hot, very large breasted women who had a thing for hugging each other…they couldn’t possibly have been…no. Get a hold of your fantasy life, DC! It’s not what you think…”


But then, once again, Sandra’s voice came wafting down the hall in the form of a groan that I knew all too well. Then, my over active mind envisioned those two busty gals who loved to hug and mash their tits together, off in one of the bedrooms enjoying a bare-breasted, tit-mashing embrace. With first hand knowledge of Sandra’s gloriously sensitive nipples, I imagined her and Beth enjoying a spirited nipple duel. I was beginning to feel, well, aroused.


The next thing I noticed was that it wasn’t just Sandra who was moaning and groaning. The lovely Beth seemed to be having her share of breathless moments too. It occurred to me that it wasn’t just my imagination anymore. Whether it was just a long, passionate embrace and kiss, or whether they were, as I hoped, locked in a sensuous battle of four naked DDs, these gals were gettin’ busy! I had to think fast, before Joseph’s curiosity got the better of him.. before things got out of hand. Because, just judging from the now irrepressible squeals and moans and grunts of deep pleasure that were coming from that bedroom, things were about to get out of control right quick. Sweet Jehovah! Please, I beg you!


“Say, Joseph. How about another non-alcohol beer?”
“Don’t mind if I do, DC.”


I was in the kitchen and back in a few seconds. I handed him his beer, just as Sandra had earlier. We clinked our bottles like manly men and then swigged. A few more minutes passed in random chat. Several more swigs were taken. Joseph’s beer was almost gone. And then…


“Shay DC…whattaya spose is takin’ them gals sho long?”


And there it was! His words were saturated in alcohol. He was getting drunk. This could work to my benefit.


“And what’s with all the gruntin’ and the groanin’?”
“Darned if I know, Joseph.”
“Should we go check on them?” He asked.
“I’m sure they’re fine.” I reassured him, hoping he would insist.
“But thas sha lotta moanin’ and groanin.’”
“Yeah, you’re right. Things are getting pretty noisy back there. We better check.”


I walked down the hall while Joseph staggered along just behind me. I was amazed to see that the door to the master bedroom was wide open. Things between the two busty girlfriends must have gotten so hot so quickly that Sandra didn’t have time to close it.


We arrived at the open door and looked in. I gave Joseph the finger over the lips shush sign and whispered for him to hold on to the door frame. Once he steadied himself, we both quietly looked in to see Beth and Sandra stretched out on the bed in a head to toe completely naked embrace. Their arms were wrapped around each other tightly and they were, not surprisingly, kissing very passionately! Their bodies were undulating very sensuously. You could see the amazingly beautiful side bulge of their fully mated breasts. You could hear the low, excited moans of pleasure that were going back and forth between their locked mouths. Their breathing was hard and labored.


“Wush going on with them wimmin, D-SHE? And why are they nekkid?” Joseph slurred.


What was I going to say? Think, DC! Then it hit me.


“They’re bonding with each other, Joseph.”
“Looks to me like they’re rasslin’ with each other.”
“Nope…well, perhaps a little. But I read about this on the internet. When two women like each other the way your lovely wife and my beautiful girlfriend obviously do, this is how they express their feelings.”
“Beth likes to watch them wrestling gals on the internet.”
“Well, I’m certainly no expert, Joseph. Maybe they are wrestling.”
“Well, I gotta shay like the kids say, ish kinda hot!” Joseph slurred.
“I agree. It is hot. So let’s let them have at it. Let’s be really quiet and watch how this goes. What do you say, Joseph?” I suggested. He was all for it.
“Oh heck, yes. I like the looks of thish.” He eagerly agreed.

I could tell that the sight of his glorious wife and my gorgeous girlfriend locked up the way they were was getting to him. No doubt that the alcohol was having an effect too.


Beth and Sandra had turned up the heat a bit. They were now rolling back and forth as the pelvic slams began to intensify. Judging by the way she was moving so rhythmically with Sandra, I began to get the notion that Beth was not a stranger to this activity. For that matter, it now seemed obvious that my Sandra had some experience in this too. To put it mildly, they were mashing their tits and rocking their hips like two women from an A. Penman story. Not that I, personally, have ever read any of his stories. I prefer to keep my reading “high class.”


Things seemed to be progressing rapidly between our two ladies. The full contact body to body bond they were sharing was getting really intense. The pounding of their pelvises and the slapping of their smooth, sexy bellies was glorious to see and hear. No doubt about it any more. They were going at it with their juiced pussies…these two hot women were fucking! And oh boy, were they ever fucking! Beth and Sandra’s voluptuous nude bodies were so sensuously locked together! The heat between them was amazing to see. The sexual battle between their bodies was becoming furious. Between their deep grunts and sharp cries of passion, they fucked and wrestled and rolled, back and forth and back and forth. A couple of times they almost rolled off the bed. It was so cool to see these two women going at it like this!


My cock stiffened. I decided to check Joseph, to see what was going on “down there.” He had a hard-on too! Oh well, even the righteous. I sniggered to myself. But in his defense, what man could watch this glorious sight unfold before his eyes and NOT get aroused?


“Hey DC, friend!” he asked, like a man who just had an incredible idea.
“What, Joseph?”
“Whoyathink’s gonna win?”


And there it was. Time for a little mano-a-mano fun.


“Well, duuhhh…SANDRA, of course!” I said indignantly.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. My Beth is a tough little cookie. I think she’s gonna beat your Sandra.”
“All due respect, Joseph, but you must be crazy. Can’t you see how my Sandra’s beating your Beth? She’s definitely gonna win.”
“Wanna bet?” he challenged.
“Of course I wanna bet!” I snapped.
“I’m not allowed to do any real gamblin’. So I’ll just betcha a dollar. What do you say?”
“You’re ON!” I said as we shook hands on the deal. We then returned our attention to our two battling beauties.


“What is THAT?!” Joseph asked in utter disbelief, unable to comprehend what he was now seeing.


I too was stunned! I was stupefied! Were my eyes deceiving me? Oh lord!!! Please don’t tease me! I knew exactly what was going on. I just couldn’t believe that it was actually happening in real time in my house on my goddamn bed!! I whispered an explanation to Joseph.


“That’s called the scissor lock, my friend.”
“What does it mean?”
“Well, it’s kind of like the ultimate challenge between two women.”
“And what does that mean?”
“As I understand it, Joseph, it means they wrestled to a draw. Now, they’ve agreed to settle it this way. Indeed, they must settle it this way.. in a scissor lock.. woman to woman.”


Joseph blinked and then squinted his eyelids, as if to get a better look; to bring everything into focus.


“Sweet Jehovah! Are they rubbing their ‘cookies’ together?” he asked in disbelief.
“Their ‘cookies?’” I asked him.
“Yeah, you know, their woman parts! Good gracious!”
“I know. It seems shocking. But yes, they are rubbing their ‘cookies’ together.” I replied, unsure of his reaction. I had to think, to prepare myself for the worst.
“Sweet Jesus! We’ve got to STOP them! That don’t seem right! Shouldn’t we stop them?”
“Absolutely NOT, Joseph! This is something us men should not interfere with! It’s a very private thing between two women!” I explained resolutely.
“Well, it just doesn’t seem right. I’m gonna break them up.”


He started to move toward the girls, but I gently grabbed his arm. Think, DC!!!


“Joseph! No! Wait!!!” he looked at me, oddly.
“What?”


I released his arm, then continued. I had to convince him. On the bed, Sandra and his beautiful wife were now going at it in a serious pussy to pussy fuck. There was no stifling of moans and groans. The squish of their locked vulva was sublime!


“If you break this up, Beth is going to be really angry with you! Not to mention Sandra. Do you want to risk that?” I implored him.
“Now, how do you know that?”
“You’re gonna have to trust me on this one, friend. This is something that our lovely ladies very obviously NEED to do. It’s been almost inevitable, since the first day they met.”
“I don’t know about that, friend.” he was still not convinced.
“Look. We are witnessing a ritual that’s as old as time. In a way, a very intimate way, they are bonding with each other. You…WE must not interfere!”
“How do you know this stuff?” he asked. There was still some doubt in his mind.
“I happened to come upon an article once, on an internet website called ‘Ancient Sacred Female Customs.’” I was stretching the truth, just a bit. “Look, Joseph. There’s no real harm going on here. Just two very beautiful women, solidifying the bonds of their friendship in the most intimate way.. by having a lively, vigorous girl/girl competition. Right?”
“I suppose…” he acquiesced.
“Besides, I’ve got a dollar to collect from you.” Finally, I appealed to his sense of machismo.
“In your dreams, DC! You’re gonna be paying me that dollar.” Joseph said, as a renewed sense of pride in his wife swelled in his chest. We fist bumped and returned our attention to the sexy action.


“Ughhh!” Beth groaned.
“Come on, Beth! Show her what’s what!”
“Aggghhh!!! Sandra cried out.
“Go Sandra!” I countered.


We no longer saw any need to disguise our presence. Nothing, it seemed, was going to stop these two women from finalizing the bond of their friendship, cunt to juicy cunt. The two sexually locked women were now oblivious to anything in the room except the exquisite labia lock they were in. Joseph and I were on the edges of our seats. Well, we would have been, had we been sitting down.


The exciting sex duel seemed to be progressing the same way the body wrestle had gone. It was a very closely contested match. Every time it looked like one of them was getting the upper pussy, the other woman would rally. I dare say that, in every possible physical way, beautiful Beth and my gorgeous Sandra were a perfect match for each other. For over twenty more exciting, nerve-wracking and dick-hardening minutes, Joseph and I watched as his wife and my girlfriend enthusiastically ground their naked cunts into each other. Ever so slowly, Joseph and I had worked our way deeper into the bedroom to get a better view of the incredible, sweat soaked skirmish. It seemed the closer we got to them, the more vigorously the two women went at it. I’m sure they knew we were there, but that just didn’t matter. I had never seen my Sandra operating at such an intense sexual level. She and I were going to have to have a chat. I would also guess that Joseph had never seen his wife so single-mindedly sexual either. Joseph and I now spoke in normal conversational voices as we stood no more than three feet from the pussy pounding goings-on.


“You were right, DC. No way we break this up! GO BETH! Show her, honey!” said a proud man.
“Told you so. You better get that dollar out of your wallet, Joseph. C’mon Sandra! Give it to her!” said another proud man.


Keeping their hips pumping and their pussies grinding, Beth and Sandra now sat up in a tit crushing embrace. They locked their hungry mouths in a savage, chewy kiss as their swirling tongues wrestled inside and outside of their voracious mouths.


“Those two just can’t stop hugging and kissing!” a pleased Joseph observed.
“Nothing wrong with that.” I said, quite pleased to see their breasts come together once again. The action between their tongues was incendiary! But then the moment arrived. They split up and went down on the bed, flat on their backs. I nudged Joseph.


“This is it! Pay close attention!” I told him.


The two sexual warrior-lovers took hold of each other’s right leg and pulled hard, struggling desperately to gain leverage and whatever slight physical advantage could be had. I could see that both cunts were drenched in their combined woman juices. The sights and sounds and fragrances of the two sexually locked pudenda was starting to get to me. I was getting a bit woozy, but I concentrated and kept it together. After all, just like it was for Joseph, this was a first for me too. My dear sweet Sandra.


“Come on Sandra! You got her!”
“No, she doesn’t! Go Beth! Give it to her darling!” Joseph countered.


But it was too late. Sandra began to pour it on. Yes!!! Beth was slowly succumbing to my woman. Sandra’s pussy was now taking charge, in a wonderful womanly fashion. The pure primal nature of this encounter thrilled me in a way I had not anticipated. My dear Sandra! We are definitely going to have an after visit chat. And, judging from the expression on his face, I expect that a long talk between Joseph and Beth would undoubtedly take place once they got home.


Now, my dear lady was completely dominant. Beth was seconds away from total collapse. The now sad look on brother Joseph’s face told me he knew his woman, after a valiant struggle, was resigning herself to defeat. But, the lovely Beth was being fucked sooo good by my Sandra that pure sexual ecstasy was now within her grasp. All she had to do was accept her fate. The look on her face told me she was ready.


I had to get closer! Joseph was of a like mind. We both moved in to watch with fascination as Beth’s glorious cunt struggled in a rapturous loosing effort against Sandra’s sublime pussy. Still interlocked as tightly as possible, given the amount of sex fluids coating them, the two cunts warred for another fifteen-seconds or so before Beth’s entire body spasmed and her admirable pussy gushed in effuse orgasm. Cum juices were seeping out. Seeping then became gushing. And, as Beth’s climactic juices warmly bathed Sandra’s pussy, my girl, knowing she had prevailed, exploded in her own powerful orgasm. There was sticky girl goo everywhere!


Beth cried out. And then she just cried in tears of joy. My lady was in tune with her emotional outburst. Sandra’s eyes teared up in recognition of this long anticipated moment of pure lust and joy that she was finally able to share with her beloved friend. With the long awaited encounter now over, the two women remained locked together. Their entire bodies were still, except for the slow, insistent rubbing together of their locked vulvas. The tears had now subsided and both women had this look of pure bliss on their beautiful faces. Beth’s eyes opened and she sat up.


“Come to me, darling.” She requested the warmth of Sandra’s naked embrace. My lady happily obliged her. With their bodies once again pressed together, Beth and Sandra shared a tender, loving embrace and a long, soft kiss. They kissed and moaned and kissed some more and moaned some more. I managed to get a fascinated Joseph’s attention.


“This is a very intimate moment for them. We should probably leave them alone.” I advised.
“You’re right. Let’s leave them alone for a while.”


Back in the living room, Joseph and I enjoyed some tea that I brewed. I didn’t want to give him any more alcohol. He had pretty much sobered up and was, I expect, more than ready to take his luscious wife home. But as we quietly discussed the extraordinary event we had just witnessed, I reminded him of our wager.


“Ahh…yes.” Joseph said. He manned up, reached for his wallet and removed a crisp one dollar bill. He started to hand it to me, but then held up.


“You’re not welshing on our bet, are you?” I asked suspiciously.
“Oh no, never. But I’ve got a proposition for you.”
“Hmm…I’m listening. Speak.”
“Well, DC, I know my Beth. She’s as gracious and charming as they come. BUT, she’s also a proud woman.” Joseph tried to explain.
“Please continue.”
“By gracious I mean she’s gracious in defeat…” he paused thoughtfully. I sensed something was coming.
“However?”
“Like I said, she’s proud. And her pride took a blow tonight.”
“Get to the point, brother Joseph.”
“My point is, that wonderful, gracious and proud woman is almost certainly going to want a rematch with Sandra. Maybe even demand one.”
“I see where you’re going with this, and I LIKE it!”
“Ultimately, of course, it would be up to Sandra. Do you think she’d be willing to give Beth another shot?”
“Well, my lady is also very gracious, friend. I’m pretty sure she’d be willing to have another go with your lovely wife. So, Joseph, put that dollar away. Next round, double or nothing. Deal?”
“You got yourself a deal, pod’ner.”
“But! If Beth should win next time, then…” I said.
“I hear you, loud and clear brother.” Joseph broadly grinned.
“Then…the rubber match. For that one, if it’s needed, the bet will be three dollars.” I proclaimed.
“Agreed!”


We shook on it. Like men.


“You know, Joseph…this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”


Sandra and Beth then rejoined us in the living room. I assumed by the wet hair that they had taken a quick shower together. Just the thought of the two of them, drenched and pressed together under the shower, the delicious vision of Sandra giving Beth a breast to breast lather while their mouths were locked in a passionate kiss made my dick stir once again. Both women looked lovingly at us with what could only be described as “Cheshire Cat” grins.


“And what are you fellas talking about?” Sandra asked, coyly. Beth’s eyes seemed to twinkle. Indeed, both women seemed absolutely radiant!


“Man stuff.” Joseph said, flashing a big smile at both of them.
“Oh, I think it was a little more than that, you sweet men.” Beth teased us.
“Actually, Joseph and I were just saying how much we’re looking forward to our next get-together.”
“So are we!” Beth and Sandra replied in perfect sync.




Alternate ending: Joseph Andrews pulled into his driveway, put his SUV in park, then turned off the motor. With his hands still holding tightly onto the steering wheel, he sighed and looked at his lovely wife Elizabeth. The ride home had been silent, as he and Beth were stunned by what had happened forty-five minutes ago. She turned and met his eyes with a slightly disappointed facial expression. Her eyes then looked away, like a puppy who had just been naughty.


“I thought for sure you’d beat her.” He said, shaking his head ever so slightly.
“She was way better than I thought she would be. Tonight, I just lost to the better woman. Sorry, my love.”


Joseph reached across and took his wife’s soft hand into his.


“Don’t worry, darling.”
“You’re not upset?”
“Goodness, no! Well, perhaps a little. But it was a splendid match!” Joseph said with visions of the evening’s events causing that familiar stirring in his loins.


“Besides, a rematch with the lovely Sandra is almost certain.”
“Really!!! Wow!” Beth cried out.
“I thought you might like that.”
“They’re both OK with a rematch?” Beth could barely contain her excitement.
“D.C. is all for it.”
“And Sandra? What about her?”
“Do you seriously think that the lovely Sandra would pass up the chance to go at it with you again?”
“Well,” Beth cooed. “we really fit together VERY well.”
“Understand something, dear wife.”
“What?”
“You must win the match!”
“Must win? Why ‘must’ I win? You’ve never demanded that before.”
“Because if and when you do, it will establish the need for the tie-breaker…the ‘rubber’ match.”


Beth Andrews gasped in delight. “Joseph Andrews, I love you!”
“Beth, I love you too! By the way, do you have anything left in that sweet pussy for the man you love?” Joseph asked, with a sly grin that indicated he already knew the answer. Beth winked and got out of the Rav4.


~END OF PART ONE~

BETH AND SANDRA CHAPTER 2
JEHOVAH’S REVENGE
BY A. PENMAN




Sandra Turner sat on the couch and suddenly yelled at the TV screen.


“Espresso Machine! You idiot!” She shook her head in disbelief. “The category was ‘around the kitchen!’ How could you possibly miss that?”

She berated the obviously clueless contestant in the Wheel Of Fortune bonus round. It was beyond her how anyone could miss such an obvious answer.


“You had all three s’s, the o the m and the h, you dumb bitch!” The busty brunette expressed her incredulity at the 42 inch smart TV.


Having finished supper and washed dishes for one, she sat down to relax and enjoy America’s Game. But when the seemingly clueless contestant who somehow made it to the bonus round missed what she felt was an unmissable answer, Sandra became frustrated.


But really, it wasn’t just the frustration of watching some dim-witted game show contestant. It was also the loneliness of washing dishes for one. She missed her man. She craved his muscular body, she craved his massive cock.


But, DC had been called in by the government to consult on a “hush-hush” assignment. She had been alone for a full week. D.C. was in D.C., and there was no word on when he’d be back home, as was often the case with these clandestine government operations. No way of knowing when he’d be home and safe in her loving arms, his masculine hands filled with her fulsome bosoms. Sandra was lonely. Sandra was horny, too. But then, she had what she felt was an excellent idea; a kind of “any port in a storm” notion.


The lovely and well-endowed woman sauntered to a nearby hallway closet, reached up to the top shelf and retrieved a medium sized cardboard box that was designated as “religious paraphernalia” and carefully took it down. Sandra methodically sorted through the contents, until she found what she was looking for. She noted a sudden tingling in her loins.


“Eureka!” She cried out, as she extricated the DVD from D.C.’s “art film” collection. Through his connections, he had managed to obtain a rare copy of this black market adult video.


“Oh yes, ‘Nuns In Heat, The Shower Brawls!’” She recalled D.C. enthusiastically recommending that she watch it sometime. And, with her man out of town for an indeterminate period of time, there was no time like the present.


Minutes later, after pouring herself a generous glass of Chardonnay, Sandra placed the DVD into the player and parked herself on the couch. The buxom brunette raised the remote control and hit the play button. A few opening credits rolled across the screen. It was a production of the Order Of The Sisters Of Mary’s Indulgences. The star of the movie was the so called “bad girl,” a busty brunette woman named Sister ShaRee Marie.


Then came the opening scene, which pretty much set the tone for the entire movie. Sandra licked her lips as the camera slowly panned approximately a dozen gloriously naked women, all standing under individual shower heads, sensuously lathering and rinsing large breasts, firm, silken tummies and luscious legs. And, for the sake of visual enticement, all genitalia were clean shaven. The sight of so many lavish pussies thrilled Sandra to her groin.


“Oh, this is going to be goooood!” She said, her voice adopting a husky tone as images of naked nuns with hot bodies fueled her excitement.


It was obvious to Sandra that any time you get a bunch of hot women together like this, there’s bound to be a healthy dose of lust-infused friction.


The curvaceous, physically fit, mid thirties brunette then tried to imagine herself in that situation; under the showers with a bevy of busty, beautiful bimbos, with their voluptuous bodies glistening, hunger in their loins and tensions mounting. It occurred to her that her body compared favorably to any body in that shower. Then, her mind embellished the waking dream.


“Which one of those bitches would I like to take on?” She thought as her wine-flavored tongue moistened her lips


The camera then answered the question for her, as it slowly panned up and down the perfect body of ShaRee Marie.


“Oh yes! I’d go one on one with that bitch…all day, any day!”


But reality reared its head when Sandra realized she was in an empty room, talking to a TV screen.


She sighed, “Get a hold of yourself, girl.”


But despite her effort to compose herself, the video kept pulling her in.


A few more shots of the young, beautiful faces showing each woman luxuriating in the pleasure of a simple shower, then it happened.


An inadvertent ass bump, followed by “Hey, watch it bitch!” A busty blonde barked at ShaRee.
Sandra gasped. “Uh oh…here we go!”


Next, two busty women turn in and square off; in each other’s faces, tits pressing together, turgid nipples poking deep into soft flesh as they spew vitriol at each other while noting the burgeoning anger and arousal in their loins. It escalates into a shouting match laced with the kind of profanities one does not normally hear in a convent. This quickly devolves into a shoving match as the rest of the women, eager to see a fight, eg them on.


Next thing, the two antagonistic women were on the shower floor, locked in steamy combat as the rest of the showering women cheered and yelped.


“Beat that bitch’s ass, Debbie!”
“Fuck her up, ShaRee!”


The clear delineation of sides ignites even more tensions. Before long, and to Sandra’s voyeuristic delight, six more women are down on the floor and a multi-girl melee erupts. Bodies are slamming into each other, breasts are bashing against breasts, women are cursing, screaming and moaning, not necessarily in that order.


The explosive skirmishes ultimately lead to eight women facing off in four separate scissor-locked battles. Pretty much side by side, eight buxom women engaged in four separate fuck fights.


“Sweet Jehovah! Multiple scissor fights! Fucking brilliant!!!” Sandra exclaimed.


The level of squishing and slurping was well presented by a talented sound person. But the visuals were even more impressive. The lighting and camera work were exceptional for this kind of movie. Those nuns knew their cinematography. They knew how to do a lesbian film.


“Oh please, oh please!” Sandra said to herself, with hope in her heart. And…YES!!!


The camera person did a smooth, barely perceptible zoom to a closeup of each set of shaved, warring cunts. They weren’t the typically brief, tight shots either. This director seemed to favor extended close-ups. The length of time spent on each close-range shot told Sandra that the director was a woman. Only a woman could so lovingly present the beauty of tightly meshed cunts. Each pair of locked pudenda was given lengthy camera time. The camera shifted back and forth from each pair of conjoined pussies, causing the enraptured viewer’s heart rate and breath rate to increase.


Sandra found herself in a private debate over which two cunts were the sexiest, most succulent matchup as her right hand slowly but surely worked its way past the stretch band of her sweat pants, ultimately coming to rest on her unusually swollen labia. A few perfunctory strokes, and then a determined middle finger plunged into her saturated cunt. She gasped, then began a slow, purposeful finger fuck of her needy womanhood. Then…


“Ring!!! Ring!!! RING!!!” came the cell phone intrusion. Goddammit!!
Sandra picked up the phone and snarled, “Who is it?”
“Hi there, sexy!” replied the soft voice of the caller.


Sandra felt a sudden electrical surge that started in her womanly twat and radiated throughout her entire body. Her clit was now in the firm grip of her first two fingers.


“Beth! WOW! What a pleasant surprise! You won’t believe it, but I was just thinking about you!”


Across town, an equally lonesome Elizabeth Andrews stretched out, naked in her marital bed, flipping through the pages of “Busty Nymphos” magazine, a high end publication that she kept hidden between the mattress and the box spring. It found its way out of captivity whenever Joseph, her loving husband, was out of town. She settled on the center fold, which was a full, perfectly lit shot of two beautiful women in a full on pussy to pussy pose. Beth lingered on the shot because it excited her so much. She loved the visual presentation of two luscious pussies locked in sexual bliss. Not to mention that this photo spread brought to mind that intense night of cunt to cunt sex she shared with Sandra. Her fingertips lightly circled her left nipple, feeling the grainy sandpaper of her puffy areola. Her mind recalled the first flesh on flesh meeting of her full breasts with Sandra’s luscious tits. She recalled how their nipples pierced and areolae scraped. Then she licked her lips.


“They say that great minds think alike, Sandra.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning I was just thinking about you, too!”
“Wow! How cool is that?”


Even with Beth on the line, engaged in conversation with her, Sandra saw no reason to remove her hand from her aroused pussy. In fact, the idea of having her busty Jehovah Witness friend on the line while she stroked her womanhood was rather stimulating.


What Sandra didn’t know, however, was that on the other end, Beth Andrews had stretched out, completely naked and flat on her back. She secured the phone with her left shoulder and chin. Her left hand teased and pinched her nipples and then caressed the heavy meat of her breasts. The free right hand stroked her smooth tummy as it made its way, at an adagio-like pace, to the anxious anatomy between her silken thighs.


As they exchanged pleasantries, Beth’s memory summoned up their last encounter. She and her new female friend had not been in touch since the night they clashed woman to woman in Sandra’s bed as their men looked on in astonishment. What a night that was!


For nearly six weeks, the memories of going at it with Sandra remained fresh in her mind. But she was hesitant to re-establish contact because she just didn’t know what she would say after such an intensely heated encounter. So, Beth held off, choosing only to privately pleasure herself with mental images of Sandra’s body on hers. Not to mention that she had lost the climax duel, so an element of shame weighed on her mind.


But tonight she determined that six weeks was long enough. The centerfold spread in “Busty Nymphos” and her growing urges to reunite with the fulsome brunette had made her throw caution to the wind and pick up the phone. Sandra was her friend. Indeed, the first true female friend she had made in years. But two women friends could engage in friendly competitions…couldn’t they? Joseph had told her that Sandra would likely welcome a rematch. Perhaps it was time for them to meet and once again duel with their bodies.


“So, Sandra, how have you been?”
“Fine, I guess. Not much going on here, I’m afraid, with DC out of town.”


Beth’s eyes lit up. Her mind began to foment with thoughts on how to close the distance between her and Sandra, and whether or not Sandra might be willing to get together without the men around.


“So, your man is out of town?”
“I believe I just said that, sweetie.”
“Yes, you did. But it’s kind of an interesting coincidence.”
“Oh really? How’s that?”
“Because, Joseph is out of town for his annual all male retreat.”


Sandra’s eyes opened wide. Her probing finger froze. She withdrew it from her cunt, raised it to her lips and licked it clean.


“That is an interesting coincidence.” Sandra replied, now sensing that Beth was as horny as she was. Perhaps the sexy but sometimes priggish woman was interested in a private get together.


Unbeknownst to her, on the other end, busty Beth Andrews was now actively engaged in the digital manipulation of her puffy twat. A discernible gasp came through the phone. Beth was not even aware she had let it go. Now, Sandra surmised what was going on, but said nothing. Rather, her right hand slowly increased its manipulation of her succulent pussy lips. Eventually, she was unable to stifle her own soft, lustful pant. She let loose with a throaty moan. This did not escape Beth’s scrutiny.


Now, both women were fully aware of the fact that they were both engaged in self gratification while they engaged in small talk. The simple knowledge of this only served to stoke the embers of desire in both women. Their conversation became disjointed as both women found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the escalating arousal in the most private parts of their bodies, parts that had, six long weeks ago, met and fucked till both of them felt the satisfaction they both desperately longed for since that first bosomy embrace.


“How’s your weather going?” Beth heard her nonsensical words.
“Baked chicken with buttered carrots.” Sandra replied.
“In…in the yard?” Beth panted.
“N n n no…Chardonnay.” Sandra gasped, feeling an orgasm slowly gain momentum.


She had to regain her composure. It would not do to articulate an orgasm over the phone. Or would it?


“Beth, may I ask what you’re doing right now?”
“That’s a silly question. I’m talking with you, of course.”
“Let me ask that another way…what else are you doing?”
“What are you talking about, Sandra?”


Beth was being evasive. Sandra knew it. So, she decided on a more direct approach.


“Well, for example, if you asked me that question, I’d be honest. I’d tell you that I’m stroking my cunt and manipulating my clitoris.”


“WHAT!!??” Beth shrieked.


“Oh stop it, Beth. I can hear you breathing.”


Now, Beth was forced to consider the risk of shame, versus the potential benefits of being honest with Sandra. She did initiate the contact after all. The first two fingers of her right hand split her pussy lips and located a rather easy to locate, stiff clitoris. The gasp on initial contact could have been heard from fifty feet away.


“You sanctimonious cunt! You’re pleasuring yourself, aren’t you?” Sandra pointed out.
“So what if I am? And you have no reason to be indignant. You are too!”
“I’m not being indignant. I’m being delighted, and, very turned on!”
“Really?”


Beth felt her mind swimming in recollections of Sandra’s naked body, and how amazing it felt the first time that their breasts and bodies came together. She swooned as she recalled their mutual, unspoken agreement as, forehead to forehead they looked into each other’s eyes and realized that they’d been building up to this for months. Every one of their “friendly hugs” was nothing more than accelerant. Coming together the way they did was inevitable. All of those tight, telling embraces they shared; the way they both looked forward to each subsequent visit so they could crush their breasts and press their bodies together as the men engaged in animated conversations. Beth fondly recalled that moment of silent resolution, as they looked into each other’s eyes and understood that this was how it was meant to be. They were there, they were naked and hot, and they were determined to fuck this out.


Now that there was nothing to hide, Sandra visualized images of Beth’s naked body in her mind’s eye and it made her shiver.


“Are you thinking about my body right now, Beth?”
“Yes…yes I am. How did…”
“Great minds think alike, remember?”
“Yes…oh yes,” Beth moaned.
“Oh gawd, Beth…your body felt so good that night…”
“So did yours. I think about that night a lot, and how good we fucked and…” Beth paused. “Hey! I could be at your house in fifteen minutes. Why don’t I…?”
“No!…can’t…can’t…wait that long…I’m…too close.”
“What do we do?” Beth asked, angst in her mind and burgeoning desire in her loins. She knew that Sandra was close and it was driving her wild. Any second, her own pussy could gush.
“Tell me…”
“What? What should I tell you…oh god!”
“Tell me how you’re going to fuck me. Tell me everything your body’s going to do to my body the next time we get together.”
“I don’t know, Sandra. That feels dirty…so dirty…I…”
“Yes Beth…it IS dirty…Soooo dirty. So stop being a pretentious prude, throw that bible out the window and tell me how hard and nasty you’re gonna fuck me next time you see me!”


Beth was aghast at how Sandra was talking to her with such complete disrespect. But the fire in her gut told her she needed to participate…wanted to participate. The photo of two women fucking cunt to cunt had brought her to this point. Now, with Sandra on the phone, hot as hellfire and wanting to be fucked, she stood at the intersection of propriety and impropriety, forced to make a choice.


She decided that Sandra was right. There was no justification for her sanctimony. Her mind opened the window and gleefully tossed out a figurative bible…a symbol of years of religious repression. Then it began.


“Well, dear Sandra, next time, I’m on top of you. I’m holding your outstretched arms…you’re helpless as my body dominates yours…my tits are crushing yours.”
“Oh, I don’t think so…I’m too much woman to let that happen.” Sandra scoffed.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH! You wanted this. Now take what’s coming to you.”


Sandra was delighted by Beth’s outburst of assertiveness. She wanted to continue the back and forth slut talk.


“Yes, Beth, I want this bad! I need this, so bad! Tell me!” Sandra yelped.
“Close your eyes, Sandra…close them!”


Sandra had put the video into half-speed mode in order to slow down the delicious fucking on screen. She had also stretched out on the couch and pulled her top up, in order to access her engorged tits and turgid nipples. But when Beth barked out an order, the video became less important.


“My eyes are closed, hon.”
“Don’t call me hon…you’re my bitch…and I’m on top of you, fucking you into submission.”
“Yes, it feels so good. But I doubt you have what it takes to fuck this real woman into submission.”
“Can you feel my tits rolling your tits…crushing them?”
“Yes…oh yes!”
“Good, now wrap your legs with mine and slam your belly into mine…”
“God Beth, your belly is so smooth and tight. It feels so good slamming with mine!”


Sandra was now certain she had loosened most of Beth’s inhibitions. And she loved it. It felt as if her body had been doused in accelerant, and the normally prudish Beth Andrews was holding a box of matches.


“Goddammit Beth, my pussy is drenched in my woman juices! I need your cunt! Let me feel your cunt!” In for a penny, in for a pound, Sandra thought.
“Spread your legs, whore.” Beth yelled into the phone, “My cunt is coming for some of that sweet juice!”


Beth Andrews was now thinking to herself, “Dear God! Where is this coming from?”


“Bring it! Cunt to cunt Beth! Let's lock up.”


Beth’s hand now had a firm grip on her engorged labia. She turned quickly on to her stomach, somehow managing to keep the phone near her mouth. Then, she arched her pelvis, ass up, keeping her hand over her dripping twat. The outer fingers of her right hand matched up with both labia. Her middle finger lined up fully with her clitoris and began stroking the enlarged rod. Her mind now became drenched in her fantasy. The two outer fingers were Sandra’s thick labia. Her middle finger had become Sandra’s womanly shaft, and it was rubbing against hers…battling with hers.


On the other end of the phone line, Sandra’s free hand was vigorously stroking her sopping twat and massaging her own clit.


“We’re cunt to cunt now, Sandra…”
“Yes! Yes! We are!”
“My powerful clit is inside your twat. Can you feel it?”
“Yes! Our clits are fighting with each other.”
“Well,” Beth groaned, “your clit is trying to fight, but mine is dominating yours.”
“The hell it is!” Sandra meekly objected.
“You’re losing to me Sandra!”


DC’s lady was now fully stretched out on the couch. Her stretch pants were now below her knees, her sweat shirt was gathered at her shoulders. The video had been put into full pause mode. The filthy, verbal fuck she and Beth were locked in was all she needed. Her body was on fire.


“Give it up, Sandra!” Beth screamed into the phone, her confidence growing with every stroke of her cunt on Sandra’s quivering pudenda. In her mind, she was in the moment, they were flesh on flesh.
“NOOOO!!!! Too soon!” Sandra squealed.
“Give it up, bitch!!! Shoot that load of cum into me.”
“NO!!! You fucking filthy whore! You won’t beat me! You won’t make me cum…OH GOD!!!”


The brunette remained defiant, but her writhing body was almost out of control. Her feet and shoulders dug into the couch as her pelvis thrust upward, a full foot into the air. Her body was about to explode, but she defiantly fucked the slut on the other end of the phone, slamming pelvis into pelvis as their thick pussies locked in furious dueling.


“You’re loosing to me, Sandra!”
“NO I’M NOT!!! Not loosing!”
“Admit it, Sandra! I’m fucking the slut out of you!!!”
“I…no! I…can’t…oh shit!!!”
“You’re going down, whore! I’m fucking you soooo good!”


Beth was now feeling her own pussy ooze with pre cum…an orgasm was near but she was hell bent on taking Sandra down.


“Let that cum loose, bitch. Shoot it into my cunt.”
“You won’t win….Beth!” Sandra’s resolve was crumbling.
“I am winning. I’m fucking that pathetic cunt of yours! I’m fucking you like an alpha bitch in a JB57 story.”
“JB57? Goodness, Beth, you’ve done your homework haven’t you.”
“You’re finished, Sandra! You’re MINE!”
“I’m cumming, Beth! Can you feel my juice spraying your cunt?”
“HA! YES!”


Beth Andrews basked in her moment of glory. But then…


“My cum, Sandra! It’s shooting deep into you.”
“Aw, FUCK! Goddamn you Beth!”


Beth’s right hand simply could not contain the volume of her ejaculation. Neither could Sandra’s. The couch cushion was going to need a deep cleaning. So were Beth’s bed sheets.


“That was incredible Beth! I came so hard!”
“Yes, it was. And now, Sandra, we’re tied.”
“That means this isn’t over.”
“I know. When are we going to meet in the flesh?”
“Is your body craving my body, dear Beth?”
“It is. Just like your body is craving mine.”
“We’ll meet, flesh on flesh. Soon Beth, SOON!”
“Good, that’s when I’ll finish you off, slut.”
“Guess we’ll see about that, won’t we, whore?”


Elizabeth Andrews turned onto her back. Her body was slowly winding down from the excitement. Sandra Turner rolled onto her left side. She reached for the remote control and pressed PLAY. The women on the TV screen resumed their savage shower scissor fucking. She smiled at the naked nuns for helping her make it through the evening.


“Thanks for calling, Beth.”
“Goodnight, Sandra.”

-END OF PART TWO-


BETH AND SANDRA THREE
PIZZA FOR TWO


By A.Penman


8:15 PM.


Sandra Turner returned from the kitchen with a bottle of spray cleaner and a couple sheets of paper towels. She knelt down in front of the couch and took a couple of seconds to assess the mess she had made. She was surprised by the sheer volume of the sticky ejaculate that lingered as a memory on the middle couch cushion.


“Sweet Jehovah! Did all of that come from me?”


She sighed, and then got busy cleaning. A second trip to the kitchen for more paper towels was necessary. These were used as a blotter to absorb the remaining moisture. Hopefully, the cushion would not be stained. Oh well, she could always trailer-park-trash-it and flip it over.


“Good gracious, Beth Andrews,” she thought, wistfully, “you bring out the best in me.”


Then, at the mere mention of Beth’s name, Sandra’s body was hit with an unexpected, second surge of desire. The epicenterwas her still slightly tremulous womanhood, but the concentric circles of lust spread to the far reaches of her breasts. She felt her nipples twinge as if…as if they were being pushed back into her tit flesh by the physically dominating nipples that adorned the breasts of one Elizabeth Andrews. Her memory of what had just taken place rekindled a fire in her loins.


This unexpected craving, she thought, came so soon after such a powerful orgasm. Yet, somehow it made sense. As wild as they had been in their minds and on the phone, it wasn’t enough. There remained the overwhelming need for the flesh of another woman…one particular woman. She glanced at the digital clock on the end table, then reached for her cell phone and made the call.


************


8:25 PM. Andrews household.


Beth Andrews stepped out of the shower, dried off and returned to the bedroom. She removed the top sheet and then the fitted sheet from her matrimonial bed.


“Oh my!” She observed as she noted that her cum had seeped through to the mattress pad. A rather large wet spot remained.
“Off to the washer you go, too.”


She removed the mattress pad and then returned her copy of “Busty Nymphos” magazine to its home between the mattress and box spring.


And then, she heard her cell phone vibrate on the nightstand. She shook her head and addressed the slightly jiggling phone. “What took you so long?”

“Sandra! Hi!” said a not-so-surprised Beth Andrews.
“It’s great to hear from you! Gosh, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”


Beth was in full sarcasm mode.


“What’s on your mind?” She asked, as if she was a cat who had caught a mouse and then released it, only to catch it once again. But Sandra wasn’t into the game. She was blunt in her response.


“My nipples want to fight your nipples…my tits want to wrestle with your tits…my pussy wants to…”
“Didn’t we just do that? If my memory serves me correctly, I dominated you. I gave you an explosive orgasm.”
“Oh, cut the bullshit Beth, you won a phone sex fight.”
“And now you want me to come over? Now you want to do it for real?”
“YES, I do!” Sandra squealed. “How fast can you get here?”


Beth decided that teasing Sandra might be fun. It gave her a kind of perverse thrill. It made her feel dominant, if only for a few seconds.


“Gosh, I don’t know, Sandra. I was just settling in for the evening.”


Beth was enjoying the momentary power she had over an obviously vulnerable and still horny Sandra.


What do you mean ‘settling in?’ It’s not even 8:30 yet!”
“What the hell do you think I mean? I just got out of the shower. Now I’m putting some lotion on my luscious breasts, my smooth tummy and my creamy white thighs and my…”
“STOP IT!!!” Sandra screamed into the phone. She struggled to regain her composure.
“You can settle in for the night here…I’LL put the lotion on you.”


An image flashed in Beth’s mind. In it, she was stretched out naked in Sandra’s bed. Her eyes were closed as her clouded-with-desire mind absorbed the sensations of the brunette’s skilled hands working a lovely, scented lotion into her smooth tummy. Then, from aloft, a slow drip, drip, drip of lotion would land on her sexually tense breasts. Sandra’s soft hands would then gather those precious drops of lubricant and redirect them, spreading them evenly over her bountiful tits, careful not to miss the tiniest bit of flesh. Her fingers would spread out in a fruitless effort to gather in and squeeze her massive tits. But Sandra would quickly realize that the only things that could possibly contain or control Beth’s fulsome tits were her own substantial breasts. It would be necessary to match boobs in a naked tit to tit scrum. In her mind, Beth could hear the succulent SPLAT. Her mind would cry out in joy at this sweet meeting of flesh that she so loved.


It was a nice fantasy, but Beth Andrews knew that things would likely happen much differently once their bodies met in that aggressive first collision. Still, she stifleda gasp, even as her loins began to ache with desire and her nipples tented her silk nightie.


“See you in a few minutes, honey.” Beth ended the call.


A certain sense of satisfaction wove through Beth’s mind. But she was not foolish enough to think that she had any real advantage over Sandra. She sighed, and then felt a bit of premature moistness in her crotch.


Elizabeth Andrews, esteemed wife of revered church elder Joseph Andrews, terminated the phone call then quickly dressed in a pullover V-neck, no bra, a simple thong, a pair of jeans that were far too tight for a woman of her status, and a pair of simple black flats. She quickly headed to the garage and jumped into the Prius. The automatic garage door opened as she put the car into reverse to back out. But her excitement level was now so high that she hit the accelerator a bit too enthusiastically. The undercarriage of the car loudly scraped on the pavement. She had to slam on the brakes to avoid crashing into a neighbor’s car that was parked across the street. The sudden adrenaline rush caused her to stop and try to regain her composure. She heard a familiar voice come from a car behind her.


“Is everything OK, Mrs. Andrews?” The reassuring voice of a neighbor called out.


Beth couldn’t make out who it was, through the glare of headlights, but he sat, patiently waiting for her to put the car in drive and move along. She waved acknowledgment, hit the button to close the garage door, shifted gears and then drove off into the night to meet her destiny. The thought crossed her mind that she, the devoted wife of a JW church elder, was heading into the night for her second lesbian sexual encounter. Did it bother her? Was she riddled with guilt? Hell no! The thought of her and lovely Sandra locked in a sweaty two woman trystmade her loins surge. Guilt? Fuck that concept, that’s somebody else’s problem.


************


Meanwhile, Sandra Turner took a quick shower, then prepared her voluptuous body for the night that lay ahead. Standing naked in front of the bedroom mirror, she filled her hands with her meaty tits. They were in a state of heightened sensitivity. As she caressed them, she addressed them.


“Get ready, ladies. You’re going to be taking on Beth’s two big girls again. This could be a long night!”


Her slowly hardening nipples then tingled, as if to let her know they were ready. The luscious flesh of her mons venerisannounced its eagerness with a shiver.


Then, like a coach rallying the team before the big game, she addressed her throbbing woman weapons. “OK, everyone seems ready. Let’s do this!”


Sandra then sighed and thought to herself, “I wish that DC could be here to witness this, but…”


The doorbell rang, rather impatiently, announcing the arrival of busty Beth Andrews. Sandra’s body came alive with lust. Hoping to catch Beth off guard, she decided to answer the door naked. It rang again, sounding even more urgent.


“Damn, Beth, be patient!” Sandra said as she swung the door wide open, her glorious nude body on full display.


“Domino’s…your large pepperoni pizza, ma’am,” said a handsome, nonplused young man who couldn’t have been over twenty years old.


Sandra’s burgeoningexcitement caused her to forget that she had ordered a pizza. A lot of calories would be burned tonight. Some form of nourishment would be needed. Her shame at the circumstance was eclipsedby the joy of feeling this virile young man’s eyes devouring every square inch of her flesh.


“Just a moment,” she read his name tag, “Brett.”


Sandra went off for a few seconds, located her wallet and then returned with a crisp twenty dollar bill. The exchange of cash for pizza then took place without incident. Well, except for the fact that young Brett couldn’t disconnect his glare from her naked breasts.


“Have a great night, Brett! And keep the change.”


Sandra smiled and gave him a deliberate sexy wink. But Brett, the pizza delivery man, just stood there.


“Is something wrong?”
“Well, ma’am,” he hesitated slightly, “normally, this is the part where you invite me in for wild sex.”
“You’re absolutely right, Brett. The pizza delivery guy always gets laid…unfortunately, not tonight.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m doing lesbian sex tonight.”
“Ah…” Brett nodded, understanding. “Some other time, perhaps.”
“Don’t count on it, Brett, goodnight.”


Sandra started to close the door, but handsome young Brett just stood there.


“Oh miss, before I leave…”
“What now?” asked a slightly irritated and still naked Sandra.
“Well, we at Domino’s pride ourselves in being a full service organization.”
“Meaning what?”
“Perhaps, for your next pizza delivery, you should request our girl Barbara.”
“Why Barbara?”
“Because she’s blond, sexy and she’s got a great set of tits! She would be a good match for you.”
“I…don’t…” Sandra hesitated, but he persisted.
“And she loves a good tit to tit tussle, or so I’ve heard.”

“I’ll…um…pass on that, too.” Sandra graciously declined.
“Are you sure, ma’am? She comes with her own extra virgin olive oil for pleasure enhancement, if that’s your thing.”
“Have a great night, Brett…”
Brett took the final hint that he should leave, “You too, ma’am.”


Sandra watched as strapping young Brett walked away. She made a mental note to request Barbara for her next pizza delivery. Wrestling a busty twenty year old, tits to tits in extra virgin olive oil did indeed have a certain appeal.

Beth Andrews passed young Brett on her way up the walkway. Their eyes met briefly as they passed each other like two fictional characters in the night.


“Good evening, young man.”
Brett nodded and smiled. “Sure wish I was you.”
Not missing a beat, Beth responded, “If you were me, you’d have fantastic tits.”


Brett laughed heartily, then jumped into the Subaru hatchback and drove off to fulfill his mission of delivering authentic, corporate-style pizza to the denizens of the night.


But Beth didn’t fully understand the young man’s wistful words until she saw Sandra standing completely naked in the doorway.

“Let me guess, you answered the door in your birthday suit, thinking it was me.”
“Get your ass in here, Beth Andrews! And get out of those clothes!”


The door closed hard. The pizza was carefully set aside.
“Smells good! Can I have a slice?”
“We’ll re-heat it later.”

Without pause or concern, the twoconcupiscent women slammed into each other. They careened off the nearby wall, kissing hard and breathlessly, grabbing and groping and eventually tumbling to the floor. The struggle to remove Beth’s limited amount of clothing was a shared effort. In seconds, their naked bodies were grinding and slapping into each other. They were both feverish with lust. Smooth, long legs became entwined and their cat-ball body roll ultimately deposited them onto the living room carpet. Sandra heard something crash to the floor, but there was nothing she could do about it. She was much too busy with raging, out of control desire.


Just like she had done over the phone, Beth had taken the top position and seemed determined to hold on to it. Sandra bucked her hips repeatedly, but with each upward thrust her pussy clashed hard with Beth’s thick fuck meat. She then tried to change the focus of this naked tussle to their perfectly matched breasts. But Sandra’s pencil eraser sized nipples were being dominated by Beth’s rock hard bullets. And her tits were once again under the firm control of Beth’s tits. Damn! How could this happen?


Thescenario was unfolding almost identically to their phone sex fight call a little less than an hour ago. Quite simply, Beth was overpowering her.


“I told you what I was going to do to you, Sandra. My tits are crushing your tits; my body is dominating your body.” Beth asserted.
“Get off me, you dyke!”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch! You wanted this. Now take what’s coming to you. And who’s calling who a dyke? Lesbo slut!”


This fire was close to raging out of control. Both women were engulfed in desire, even more-so than when they were on the phone. And, while there was much to be said for imagery that flashes in one’s mind in the middle of a heated phone chat, nothing could match the feel of flesh on flesh, especially when that flesh belonged to one Elizabeth Andrews. Sandra was thrilled by Beth’s assertiveness. It seemed that her sometimes prissy friend had a dark side, a secretive side that only served to titillate her.


“Yes, Beth…I want this…I need this. But so do you.”
“No argument there,” said Beth as she stretched Sandra’s arms out, pinning her chest to chest.


“But remember, I asked if you wanted me to come by before. You just wanted us to fuck over the phone.”
“What’s your point, slut?”
“My point is, sexy Sandra, now you’re really gonna get it.”


Beth smacked her belly hard into Sandra’s tummy. The brunette gasped and then freed her wrists from Beth’s grasp. She then mustered the strength to roll her sandy blond haired rival. She had but a split second to gloat as she looked deeply into the blue/green eyes of this oh so hot woman…this woman with whom she so desperately longed to be locked pussy to pussy. But as soon as her body relaxed a bit, Sandra was, once again, on her back and being dominated. It was kind of a kinky sensation.


“Damn, Beth! Have you been wrestling with Rhonda Rousey?”
Beth smiled, “I wish!”


And then, Elizabeth Andrews directed her shaved cunt deep into the lush wetness between Sandra Turner’s thighs.


“Ugghh!!!” Sandra gasped as her silken, hairless pussy slotted with the invasive pudenda, and a deep woman fuck commenced.
“Beth, you mother-fucking whore!”
“Shut up and fuck, bitch! Body to body!”
“Cunt-to-cunt, all night long!” Sandra issued a challenge.


Beth said nothing. She merely flashed a sinister grin and then let her pussy do the talking. Sandra splayed her legs wide, committing her cunt fully to Beth. The sandy blonde vixen adjusted the stroke of her hips and sealed herself in a thick fuck with the brunette beneath her.


“Oh god!” the two women cried out simultaneously.


Sandra had “won” their first ever physical duel, just barely. But now, with this in your face attitude, she had to wonder if, on that night, Beth had been a bit reserved in front of her husband.


Sandra knew how DC felt about busty women getting busy with each other. In private, he had not been the least bit reserved about what he imagined every time she and Beth shared a tit crushing embrace. He did not hesitate to let her know how he envisioned them entangled in a bare breasted bear hug. It was then that Sandra confessed to him that she suspected, even hoped that eventually things between her and Beth would get out of control; that their “enthusiastic” embraces would unfold exactly the way they did on that night when the two of them could no longer suppress their overwhelming sexual desire for each other. DC was all in on that scenario.


But now she extrapolated in her mind that the power/sex dynamic was likely quite different in the Andrews household. She began to suspect that Beth was a tigress who’s claws were always in a state of retraction…but not tonight.


Two naked, undulating female bodies took on a coating of sweat and residual lotion that made them coalesce into a sticky mound of cat-balling female flesh. It was a strange dimension of sexual pleasure that neither woman had ever before experienced. The prurient pleasure of this reunion of their bodies was greatlyenhancedby the total lack of inhibitions in both women.


“This is going to be one hellacious fuck fight, Beth.” Sandra pointed out as her body began to writhe under Beth’s exquisite fuck stroke.


Mouths locked again and tongues twisted. Spit oozed out of the corners and two thick pussies quarreled in a bath of pre-cum. Beth’s clitoris found Sandra’s and a steady grind of clit on clit began. The two exacerbated women fucked with every square inch of their bodies until an unchecked orgasm washed over both of them at the same exact moment. For both Beth and Sandra, as cum spurted from their enmeshed twats, it was one of those moments when a few seconds seemed to go on forever. It wasn’t until they both became painfully aware of the other’s fingernails digging into their ass cheeks that they realized the first round was over and nothing had been decided…nothing butunmatched pleasure had been achieved.


A breathless Sandra Turner whispered her intent into Beth’s left ear.


“Let’s finish this in the bedroom.”
“Lead the way.”


************


Ah, the scissor lock; the ultimate way for two women to bond, to fight, to reckon, or to just plain fuck. What a glorious tradition! Two women could not be any closer than the naked joining of their sacred woman parts.


Sandra found herself wondering how far back in human history this most intimate practice went. Did it go back to some remote prehistoric outpostwhen two antagonisticwomen decided that this was how they would settle a dispute? Was there a first winner and loser? Was that first cunt to cunt duel so unexpectedly exciting that the two cavewomen met again and again to battle with their private parts? Did they tell the other women of the wonders of such intimate encounters? Most of all, in 2000 BC, Sandra wondered, what did their pussies smell like?


Historical perspectivewas nice, but right now, over four thousand years later, Sandra Turner was on her bed staring down her long, smooth legs directly at Beth Andrews glistening vulva. She quietly marveled at its opulenceand thrilled, knowing that her own womanly lips would, in a matter of seconds, be engaged with this glorious anatomy. She thrilled, all over her body.


Then, like two naked novitiateslocked in a steamy shower brawl, Beth and Sandra came together in a delicious squish. This precipitateda full body shudder in both women.


“It’s ON, bitch!” Sandra proclaimed as she slotted her thick cunt lips deep into Beth’s folds of flesh.
“Oh yeah! I’m gonna give you exactly what you wanted, Sandra.”


The room became momentarily silent as the two frenemies locked in mutual lust. They jammed, squirmed, pushed and ground hard into each other, forcing meat to meat in this most womanly duel. They fell to their backs and pulled on legs to force their inosculate pussies even tighter. They sat up, slamming bellies and tits, bear hugging in furious tongue twisting kisses. And then the cycle would repeat as Beth and Sandra waged a war of sexual dominance. Each woman desperate to satisfy her own lascivious needs while in the process of dominating the other.


Their first sexual encounter was born from pure desire, brought to life by the regular breast to breast embraces. But this had an extra element. Sex to sex, who was the better woman? No mistake, there was a ton of pure lust in thisclandestine tryst. But there was rivalry too.


The two women were now, once again, flat on their backs, rhythmically grinding their wet pudenda into each other. Each stroke sent shock waves of pleasure through their writhing bodies. Both women knew that it would not be long before their clits emerged. And when that happened…


Sandra felt the hardening of her shaft. The response in Beth’s girl tool was instantaneous. The two clits sought each other out instantly. The connection was made. Sandra’s swollen shaft felt the full length of Beth’s turgid rod. As the two clitorises engaged, anguished cries came from their chests. Sliding up and down and side to side, Beth and Sandra sought to maximize the interface between their shafts. Beth was more than willing to match the full length of her engorged clit to Sandra’s clit. What gut-wrenching friction this was! It was even better than the first time.


The two women purposefully kept the rotation of their hips economical. Neither woman wanted to break the cunt to cunt, clit to clit frissonof this coupling. The interpersonal connection was much too deep. Beth and Sandra committed to a full on battle of the two highlyinnervatedgirl cocks.


And so, drenched in sweat, they fucked and fucked and fucked, for almost a solid hour in conjoined bliss. Control and dominance shifted back and forth between the two so often that both women began to wonder if there would ever be a decisive stroke or thrust that would take the other down.


Beth decided that it was time for her to take control, again. She sat up, lifted Sandra’s right leg over her left shoulder and began to ride her. The extra pressure from the weight of Beth’s body bearing down on her caused Sandra to shriek, buck and curse.


“GODDAMN YOU BETH ANDREWS! You fucking whore!”
“Do you want me to stop? Have you had enough?” Beth asked, sarcastically.
“Yes! NO!!! Aw Christ!” Sandra bellowed in a sublime mix of agony and ecstasy. “Please don’t stop! Fuck me Beth…fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!!”
“As you wish, m’lady.”


Elizabeth Andrews, loving wife of a respected church elder, devoted follower of the holy word of God, then fullyimmersed herself in the less thansanctified situation she was in. She used the advantage of her current position and judiciously applied a small but effective portion of her body weight to the carnal connection in between their thighs. She could feel Sandra’s cunt part slightly in surrender to hers. She felt her clitoris sink even deeper into Sandra. What a heady rush! She was inside another woman! It was both humbling and powerful at the same time. She’d never been this close to another woman in her life.


Her female tool relocated Sandra’s shaft and the two clits ground into each other as their labia mated and created a vacuum tight seal. Beth’s pelvic strokes were slow, deep and full of intent. Sandra’s resolve was slowly slipping away, but she kept her thick twat in sync with Beth’s pussy. But when she opened her eyes and noted diaphoresis falling from Beth’s jiggling tits, her mind and body became hopeless captives to this glorious woman. No longer willing or even able to challenge, Sandra surrendered to the moment. She moved her hips in the rhythm of response as Beth rode her cunt like a hobbyhorse. Beth looked down at Sandra and smiled warmly. DC’s woman found this odd.


“Are you going to mock me?”
“No, my dear, I’m just going to fuck you.”


Beth’s low voiced words got to her. A few more seconds and steadfast strokes passed. Sandra relaxed her vagina. She no longer cared about winning or loosing. All that mattered was thevaginalconnection that she shared with this amazing woman. She let loose with a gushing orgasm that made her entire body twist and squirm. Then she went limp. Beth felt the hot shots of ejaculate bathe her cunt. With one last forceful downstroke she responded in kind. Sandra’s head tilted back, her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she gulped mightily for air. Beth came down on top of her and they embraced each other tightly. The synchrony of their breathing was accentuated with an occasional deep sigh. This gave the two spent women reason to yet again revel in the thrill of their breasts together.


“It was that first fulsome embrace, Sandra Turner.” Beth whispered into the brunette’s ear.
“What about that first embrace?” Sandra asked, a bit uncertain.
“The first time your beautiful breasts met my breasts.”
“Again, what about it?”
“Your big beautiful tits seduced my tits.”
“No shrinking violets on your chest, dear Beth…the seduction was mutual, as I recall.”
“True.” Beth smiled to herself.
“So, Beth, are you trying to make a point?”
“I guess I’m trying to say that I’m glad that Jehovah brought us together.”


The two oversexed women then looked deeply into each others’ eyes before sharing a warm, passionate kiss. Their tongues entwined. Their tits began to roll and wrestle. Sandra’s hips responded to Beth’s, and once again they began the slow dance of love and wanton womanly sex. And now, with their naked pussies reunited in this woman to woman mating dance, Sandra Turner broke off the kiss and cried out…”Thank you, Jehovah!”


“Amen.” cried Beth Andrews.




ALTERNATE ENDING:


Tired from a lengthy drive, DC turned the wheel in order to pull into his driveway. But he was stopped by a Toyota Prius.


“What the hell?”


He then backed up into the street and executed a perfect parallel park between two of the neighbors cars.


At the front door, he inserted his key, but noticed that the door wasn’t locked.


“Hmm…” he thought to himself. “I’ve got a feeling…”


DC then quietly made his way around the house and stopped just as he reached the bedroom window. As he suspected, he heard the grunts and groans of two women. Then, a surreptitious peek through the window revealed two women deeply engrossed in the throes of sexual bliss. Oh, those glorious DDs! How they loved to wrestle and fight! How these two amazing women loved to fuck!


Then DC had a brilliant idea. He pulled out his iPhone, set it to video mode, pointed and let it record for a full two minutes. It looked like the girls were going to be going at it for a while, so DC returned to his car to view the recording he had just made.


“Wow! This came out really nice!”


Pleased by his video skills, DC put his phone into message mode so he could share the beauty of this recording with his friend, Joseph Andrews.


The text part of the message read: “THEY’RE AT IT AGAIN! ENJOY! DC.”
“Jehovah is good to us.” Came Joseph’s text response.
“AMEN, brother!”


Knowing the girls needed their woman to woman time, DC decided to get a hotel room in town. He was an understanding man.


~END OF PART THREE~

PART FOUR
SANDRA ORDERS A PIZZA
by A. Penman


The Wednesday evening customer flow at the South end Domino’s had been slow. This was not unusual for mid-week business. Things would undoubtedly pick up on the weekend; they always did.


Most of the staff had spent their shift in the break room, drinking coffee or colas, laughing and joking around. On slow nights like this, it was even possible to step outside for a couple of hits off a joint. They would take turns monitoring phone lines and the storefront for any signs of customer activity in a designated rotation.


“Domino’s, how can I help you this evening?”


Young, handsome Brett McConnell was just minutes into his early evening shift at one of America’s most beloved purveyors of formulaic, corporate style pizza when his first telephone order came.


“Yes, ma’am…a medium pizza with everything except anchovies…that’ll be $14.95 and it’ll be delivered in less than thirty minutes, or your pizza is free. Can I have your address please…uh ha…726 Meadowlark Lane…Sandra Turner and…and…”


The name and the address sounded familiar to him…so familiar. And then, it hit him. Holy shit! It had been almost six months, but Brett remembered that this was the hot, thirty-something woman who had answered the door completely naked one night when he was on his delivery rotation. He fondly recalled those gorgeous tits. He knew what he had to do.


“I’m sorry ma’am, may I put you on hold for a minute? Thank you…be right back…”


Brett hit the hold button then yelled excitedly to the first co-worker he saw.


“Jim! JIM!!!”


Jim Jordan stopped in his tracks. “What?”


…“Go find Barbara! NOW!!!”
“Her shift is over. She’s getting ready to leave.”
“Just find her man,” Brett yelled, “and bring her here!”


Somewhat reluctantly, Jim followed the orders of his shift supervisor. He quickly located Barbara in the ladies changing room. He knocked on the door and spoke assertively.


“Barbara! You in there? Brett says he needs you up front before you leave. It sounds urgent.”
“Awww…fuck!” moaned a frustrated Barbara Graham.


Out front, Brett finalized the telephone order.


“I’m sorry for the wait, ma’am. If there’s nothing else, your delicious Domino’s pie will be delivered soon.”
“Nothing else, thanks.”
“Have a pleasant evening ma’am, and thank you for choosing Domino’s.”


Just as he hung up, a noticeably miffed Barbara appeared before him.


“What do you want, Brett? I’ve had a boring shift and I want to go home.”
“I have one last delivery for you.”
“So? Give it to somebody else. I’m signed out. I’m tired and I just want to get out of here.”


Brett smiled at her.


“Oh, I think you’re going to want this one. This is an off shift delivery, a ‘Barbara special’ delivery.”


The recently turned twenty year old’s eyes lit up. The allure of a potential match with a woman always did this to her.


“Tell me more.” She said as her enthusiasm peaked.
“Well, do you remember that delivery I did a while back? I told you about it, in great detail.”
“Oh my god…really?”


The busty young blonde’s chest began to gently heave. A youthful longing in her loins started to simmer, like a marinara sauce on the stovetop.

Brett tore off a sheet of paper from his note pad, wrote the address down and handed it to an excited Barbara.


“726 Meadowlark Lane…I think I know where this is. Sandra Turner…hmm, she sounds sexy.”
“Oh yeah, she is. And what a body!”
“Nice tits?”
“Spectacular tits! But perhaps you should find out for yourself, Barbara.”
“My girls can handle the workload.”
“From what I saw, your girls are going to be in for a legitimate tit tussle.”


Ten minutes or so passed while Brett described Sandra’s fine body to his intrepid delivery gal from the fond images he’d stored in his memory bank.


“Shaved?” Barbara wanted to know.
“Oh yeah.”
“Nice ‘lips?’” Barbara’s voice cracked. All kinds of potentially hot scenarios were now going through her mind. Her mouth began to produce excess juice.
“I seem to recall full lips and a pronounced cleft.”

Barbara swallowed back her saliva. Brett could not help noticing Barbara’s increasing excitement. He thought he could smell a faint aroma of sexual arousal emanating from Barbara’s nether regions, but decided it was just the scent of something coming from the kitchen. They continued to banter over what might be in store for her at 726 Meadowlark Lane. Then a loud voice from the back interrupted them.


“PICK UP! Medium with everything but anchovies!”


Brett motioned for the young girl to come closer. His voice lowered as he looked her in the eyes and spoke sincerely.


“Make me proud, Barbara.”
“I will, Brett.”
“Make the company proud. Show those bitches at Pizza Rut that Domino’s has the best ‘special delivery’ gals in the pizza business.”
“I won’t let the company down, Brett. My tits and my pussy won’t let you or the company down.”


Brett McConnell beamed with pride as he watched young Barbara Graham walk out of the shop, pizza in hand, her taut, twenty year old ass swaying gently. He wondered if, maybe, one day he might be able to get himself some of that ass, as Barbara was known to enjoy the occasional hard salami. He sighed, then got back to his duties as shift supervisor.


***********


And, for those of you who are now wondering, about a year ago, staff members at the two local Pizza Rut and Domino’s stores agreed to play a women only charity soft ball game. The rivalry between the two pizza giants had always been a bitter one, both at the corporate and individual store levels. When corporate moguls suggested a softball game as a way to ease the tensions between the two pizza giants, all the girls on both sides were eager to participate. What better way to mend fences and have some fun, all while getting some free publicity and raising a few dollars for a good local cause?


However, during the course of a very close game, tensions started to mount. The constant back and forth taunting and slurs caused tempers to flare and, inevitably, provoked what could only be described as a bizarre melee. A brawl broke out.


But it wasn’t the typical baseball free-for-all where both teams came together at the pitcher’s mound and started throwing fists. At every position on the baseball field an individual catfight erupted. Opposing team outfielders locked up in right, center and left field. The infielders clashed too. There were hair-pulling, shirt ripping cat-balls at the first, second, third base and shortstop positions. Gals were rolling around in the dirt, team jerseys were torn off and bare breasts confronted each other. The same heated scenario unfolded at the pitcher’s mound when the opposing pitchers tore into each other. Domino chicks were rolling around with Pizza Rut chicks, screaming, cursing, pulling hair and ripping team jerseys at every position on the baseball field.


But it wasn’t until the two busty catchers at home plate, their clothing torn completely off, locked up in a much more intimate tussle that the general tenor of the melee changed; most fans at the game agreed for the better. Outfielders, infielders, pitchers and catchers eagerly stripped down to engage in battle. Even the two busty team managers got into a hair pulling, t-shirt ripping, breast to breast roll-around.


And, as if that wasn’t enough, the four umpires, in a futile attempt to break things up, disagreed over who was at fault. They got into a shoving match and eventually tore into each other, fighting with their claws and their voluptuous bodies, stripped down nearly naked, cursing and screaming with their bodies pressed together along the first and third base lines. The action on the field was unbelievably hot. There were leg-locked cat-balls everywhere. To say it was a classic softball game would have been an understatement. Nobody knew what the final score was, but nobody cared.


The following day, headlines in the local newspaper read: “SPIRITED” SOFTBALL GAME EXCITES FANS AND RAISES MONEY FOR LOCAL CAUSES.


From that point on, in this medium sized town 75 miles south of DC, tensions between Pizza Rut gals and Domino gals would often rise to a boiling point, and they would agree to meet for multiple cat fights that always ended up as heated body on body rumbles. At some point the girls agreed that too much clothing was being ruined and subsequent battles should have the caveat of total nudity. The orgasm-inducing altercations were always fierce and often coated in extra virgin olive oil. Rumor had it that, one night, at least a dozen of them met at a very private location for a totally nude, sex-wrestling orgy that was enhanced by a couple of gallons of anchovy oil. But that was just a rumor.


Tonight, however, was different. Tonight would be a special delivery to a very sexy customer. Young Barbara Graham would be offering her full, firm breasts and sexy body in challenge to an unknown quantity in one Sandra Turner. There was always an extra level of excitement for her when this happened. It would, hopefully, turn out to be a very special delivery.

************


Sandra Turner meandered about the house in her robe, picking up and straightening out, feeling lost and lonely. She had to admit to herself that she was becoming frustrated with the government’s tendency to send her man out of town so often on these so-called “top secret” assignments. Especially on those nights when she was feeling frisky, like tonight. As much as she enjoyed the adult videos, especially DC’s “connoisseur collection” of girl-on-girl videos that he had acquired through his government connections, nothing could replace the thrill of naked flesh on flesh.


Normally she could call her part time lover, Beth Andrews, and the two would get together for a rollicking session of sweaty, woman to woman body banging. On nights like this, they would slam their large perfect tits and grind their luscious shaved twats together until they collapsed, blissfully, in each other’s arms, following orgasm after mind bending orgasm.


But, over the last couple of months, their sexual relationship had cooled. Sandra had gleaned from recent phone conversations with Beth that her husband Joseph had begun to assert his domineering will. It would not, after all, look right and proper for the wife of a JW church elder to be carrying on in a heated lesbian affair, despite how much Joseph loved seeing his wife and Sandra locked in a naked embrace. Always obeisant to her husband, Beth advised Sandra that feelings and desires between them could only be platonic. This saddened both women, as they had come to look forward to their sexual trysts whenever their men weren’t around and, sometimes, even when they were around.


But Beth had recently and reluctantly informed her that discretion is the better part of desire, and that for a while at least, they could no longer satisfy their lust in each other’s arms. Sandra didn’t like the idea, but she agreed. She did not wish to bring the wrath of Jehovah down on her beautiful friend.


And now she found herself thinking, on this long and lonely night, with DC out of town and Beth no longer available, how was she going to fill the void of loneliness and horniness? How in the world?


“Ding Dong…” came the front doorbell sound. “Ding Dong…ding-dong…ding-dong.”
“Alright, alright, I’m coming!” Sandra yelled at the front door. She swung it open…


“Domino’s…your medium pizza with everything but anchovies, and I mean everything,” said the pretty young delivery gal in a sing-song voice.


Before Sandra’s eyes stood Domino’s delivery gal Barbara, wearing a long white lab coat with a Domino’s emblem, completely unbuttoned and very naked underneath. A name tag was dangling on a string around her neck, resting at the apex of her youthful cleavage. A muscled belly was in full view and a thick-lipped pussy competed for attention. She looked absolutely delicious.


Sandra noticed that the cool evening air had a hardening effect on Barbara’s nipples.


“Perhaps you should come in out of the cold, dear.”


Thankful for the invite, the young girl slid gracefully past Sandra. When the door closed behind her, the two women faced off in the foyer. Sandra smiled seductively. Barbara flashed an equally provocative smile, still holding the pizza in its warmer. When she could take her eyes off of the young woman’s breasts, Sandra looked at the package and asked, “Is that my Domino’s special?”


Young Barbara Graham then shook her shoulders and the white coat slid seductively off of her and gathered around her ankles.


“No ma’am, this is your pizza. I’m Barbara, your Domino’s special delivery.”


Sandra clasped her hands in a prayer pose, looked up to the ceiling and offered the words, “THANK YOU, JEHOVAH!”


She gave the young girl’s body a quick, efficient scan with her hungry eyes. Despite the increased temperature of the ambient air, aroused nipples stood proudly and defiantly on the young woman’s perfect tits. Then, when her eyes came to rest on her face, the youthful pizza purveyor was wearing a slight sneer. A challenge, perhaps? Sandra licked her lips.


“You’re a very tasty-looking dish, Barbara. Very hot!”
“Thank you, ma’am. I’ve been told that I’m very spicy. And may I call you Sandra?”
“Of course you can.”
“Well, Sandra, I’ve also been told that you’re delectable too. Although, I can’t give an honest assessment because you still have your clothes on.”


Sandra flashed the delivery girl a coy smile. Within seconds, she was naked. She thought to herself that, with this unexpected surprise, it was a good thing she took a shower earlier. Now her body was fragrant and ready for this youthful test of sex.


“Brett told me about you, Barbara, but I completely forgot, or I would have requested you.”
“No worries, Sandra. Brett remembered. The poor boy will never forget the night he came here. Anyway, I’m here. Can I set this pizza down someplace?”


Sandra took the pie and sashayed off to the kitchen, making sure to put a little extra sway in her early thirties hips.


“Nice ass!” said the impressed delivery girl.


When Sandra returned from the kitchen, Barbara had turned in order to show off her taut, well rounded buttocks. They were indeed the tight, muscled gluets of a twenty year old, and Barbara had lubricated them in extra virgin olive oil. Sandra was duly impressed.


“Also, very nice!”


The perfect pear shape of the girl’s ass gave Sandra a loin centered tingle.


“Wanna bump booties?” Barbara offered.
“Oh yeah!”


Sandra did a perfect pivot, offering her bountiful ass to the delivery girl. Barbara drizzled a good amount of oil onto the lush ass cheeks and then took a few seconds to apply it evenly.


“Ummmmmmm…” Sandra moaned.
“Very nice, Sandra, but it won’t hold up against my ass.”
“Oh please, bitch!”


Young Barbara Graham stood up, turned around, backed up, ass to ass, and hooked her arms with Sandra’s arms. Sandra knew instinctively what this was meant to do. Four arms clenched and hooked at the elbow. Barbara was surprised when her toned muscle slid across the impressive musculature in Sandra’s upper arm.


The two women then tilted their upper torsos forward, squishing their butt cheeks together as tightly as possible. They used their muscled arms for leverage, forcing butt cheeks into an oily gluteus sandwich.


“Damn!” the pizza delivery girl groaned as she felt her butt melt into the fullness of Sandra Turner’s ass. At twenty years old, she’d had her fair share of ass to ass battles, grinding in oil with other sexy young opponents. But there was something special about this womanly ass.


The oily butt wrestle went on for about ten mouth watering, up and down, side to side cheek slamming minutes. The two women pushed hard against each other, slotting and slamming ass into sexy ass, with plenty of guttural groans. But before she lost control, young Barbara Graham extricated her butt cheeks. Feeling the slow-building fire in her loins, she broke away from the unexpectedly skilled customer and faced her with her chest noticeably heaving.


“What’s the matter, chickadee? Too much woman back there for you?”
“I’m impressed. But I’m here for body to body special delivery.”
“That’s right. Brett told me that you love a good, oily tittie tussle.”
“I do indeed.”
“Then why don’t we adjourn to my bedroom?”
“Lead the way.”
“Grab the Extra Virgin Olive Oil.” Sandra reminded.


Sandra’s words were so intentionally sultry that the youthful Barbara felt a sudden flash of heat shoot through her loins.

Once inside la chambre a coucher, the customer and the delivery girl squared off at the bedside. They stroked hardened nipples across each other, then pushed them tip to tip, matching the milk ducts to each other, feeling them open and suck together. They pushed in firmly and Barbara thrilled as she felt the coarse sand paper of the older woman’s areolae scrape across her pink circles. She spoke in a throaty voice.


“My, my, it seems the old broad has a decent set of tits.”
“Way better than those rookie tits of yours, honey.”


Barbara then took the EVOO and drizzled approximately one-third of a cup over each pair of their now pressed together tits. She set the oil down and the two women began to roll their shoulders and upper torsos inversely in order to spread the oil evenly over the four swirling breasts. Barbara thought that her first move should be to pull away and give Sandra a full, hard slam. But the tight, oily massage was so sensual and fleshy that she didn’t want to stop it. The young woman’s chest heaved into the older woman’s scrumptious tits. Sandra sensed that she was getting to the pizza delivery girl and ever so slowly turned up the heat. Her mind conjured up visions of how her tits would fight and fuck with Beth’s amazing tits, and how Beth almost always won their breast to breast duels and how, just by using her tits, her ex lover could bring her to a point of near climax that was so intense that they would have to finish with their cunts in a full-on fuck. Perhaps she could turn this young woman on with her own tits the way that Beth used to do to her…perhaps.


Sandra dropped her arms around Barbara’s waist and squeezed hard, pressing their tummies firmly together. She eased up on the breast pressure and began to knead her tits into Barbara’s, like a master pizza maker would knead his dough. Every so often she would drizzle a few drops of olive oil to keep the process a smooth one. Considering the oil factor, Sandra did an impressive job of keeping areolae and nipples matched up. But when the sensitized focal points drifted apart, she used the heft of her tits to engage Barbara in a meaty lockup. This frustrated Barbara. But the young girl was a plucky bitch. She came to do battle with her fine tits, to show an older woman that youthful tits are the best. She waited for a momentary lapse, then took the opportunity to pull back and slam her firm breasts into the older woman’s tits. Sandra grunted and was lured into a chest slamming brawl that only lasted a few minutes, but seemed longer. When both women experienced soreness, the chest duel returned to crush and roll. And with each squeeze, Barbara felt herself loosing control in a tit tussle she thought she would easily win; slowly but surely being dominated by a woman she thought she would easily dominate. Sandra poured it on with a decisive series of swirl, push, swirl and push moves. She could feel Barbara begin to tremble in her arms. She noticed that most of the oil had been absorbed into their skin. She realized that her tits could get a grip on Barbara’s tits. The crafty older woman lined up their nipples once again, tip to tip. Milk ducts opened and sucked together. She forced Barbara’s nipples back into the puffy areolae and brought the young woman to a milky tit cum orgasm.


“You cunt!!!” Barbara screamed in dismay. “You fucking cunt slut bitch whore!!! Nobody has ever done that to me before!”
“I’ve never done that to anyone before. Pretty hot, wasn’t it?” Sandra gloated.


Barbara nodded yes, then laid a long, tongue sucking, lip chewing kiss on the customer.


“Don’t get too smug, tramp. We’re not even close to being done yet.”
“I would hope not.” Sandra teased.


Then, young Barbara lifted Sandra off her feet and body slammed her down onto the bed. The delivery gal clambered into bed and came down on top of the customer. Her tits came down onto Sandra’s tits with a delicious CLOP.


“Oh my,” the brunette said excitedly, “aren’t you the take charge lesbo slut.”
“This is my show from now on, Sandra. I’m gonna show you why Dominos pizza gals are better than the competition.”
“I’ll be the judge of that…next week I’ll order from Pizza Rut.”
“I don’t think so. After you’ve tasted my sauce and my toppings, you’ll never want any other.”
“Guess we’ll see about that.”
“Why don’t we?”


Barbara turned her body around and came down again with her tasty twat directly in Sandra’s face.


“Mmmmm…yummy!” Sandra moaned. And then her lips and tongue got busy. Both women got busy.


Barbara immediately began to assert herself. Laying a sizable amount of spit onto Sandra’s cunt lips, she slathered the mouth juice with a flat tongue technique that she had recently learned. As sexy as she was, Barbara felt that the brunette could not possibly out lick her.


Barbara learned this tongue technique three months ago, when Pizza Rut girls challenged Dominos girls to meet in a taste test competition. It was a wild night of all you can eat, mouths and tongues to pussies, oral orgiastic splendor. When she felt Sandra’s body writhe beneath her, she was confident that she had taken control of the proceedings. But Sandra once again surprised the youthful delivery girl when she applied the alphabet technique with her tongue to the ambrosial, twenty year old twat. By the time Sandra got to the letter Q, Barbara’s body stiffened, she cried out, and Sandra was rewarded with a powerful gush of ejaculate in her lovely face.


“YOU CUNT! YOU SLUT! YOU OLD FUCKING WHORE!!!”
“What’s the matter honey? Is this old whore too much for you?”


Frustrated, Barbara Graham pulled away. Sandra took the opportunity to wipe her face with the bed sheets. Barbara grinned.


“How does my cum taste?”
“Not bad actually, but it could use a bit more oregano.”


The delivery girl smiled, then applied a generous coating of extra virgin olive oil to her craving cunt. She then did the same to Sandra’s pussy.


“You got something special in mind, honey?”
“Oh yes, I do. I’m gonna take you down. I’m gonna make you scream. I’m gonna make you beg me to stop.”
“And just how do you plan to do all that?” Sandra was curious and a bit amused by the girl’s bravado.
“Young cunt to old cunt, woman to woman. Youth will win.”
“Sorry to inform you Barbara, but in situations like this, experience ALWAYS wins the day.”
“Well, I guess we’ll see about that, won’t we.”


No more words were exchanged. The two women locked eyes and squared off on the bed. Sandra opened her legs and invited the young pizza delivery girl to meet her in a luscious engagement of their oily genitalia. Barbara positioned her legs so that their pussies were in direct opposition to each other. She was only too eager to match her sex against Sandra’s. The way she saw it, the older woman needed to be taught a lesson.


There’s always a moment when two women square off like this that they share a look. It’s a look of multi layered, but subtle emotion. A look of desire that is given to smiles so understated, so fleeting, that, if you’re not paying attention, you miss it. It’s a look of mutual understanding between two women that says, “This is it, pussy to pussy at last.” Then, when pussies finally come together, heads are thrown back and grunts emanate from excited chests.


“Let’s see if you’re any better with your pussy than you are with your tits and tongue.” Sandra chided, hoping to elicit a response. She got one.


“Unngh!!!” Sandra let out a grunt of surprise and pleasure as Barbara Graham’s thick, youthful cunt meat mated with hers in a deep fuck. Instinctively, she threw her head back.
“How’s that for a hot pussy” Barbara taunted the well endowed Sandra as her labia sunk deep into the lushness of Sandra’s pudenda.


Sandra’s whole body quivered as she felt the young girl work her twat into a juicy fold with hers.


“I’m impressed, Barbara. But my pussy’s gonna make light work out of yours.”
“Tell you what, you hot old bitch. I’ll give you the standard Domino’s guarantee.”
“And that is?”


Barbara Graham looked at the alarm clock on the night stand, then turned back to Sandra Turner with a devilish grin. It was 8:30 PM.


“If I can’t bring you to a screaming orgasm in thirty minutes or less, your Domino’s pizza is free.”
“Oh sweetie, do you really think that your sexy but inexperienced pussy can out fuck this luscious, mature woman’s pussy?”
“Absolutely! You don’t scare me, Sandra Turner,” scoffed a legitimately nervous Barbara.


A couple of minutes in, Sandra playfully sniffed the air.


“What are you doing?” asked a confused Barbara Graham.
“Can’t you smell that?”
“Smell what?”
“The aroma…the sweet smell of a FREE PIZZA!”
“You bitch!”


Barbara dug in, applying everything she had learned from her heated scissor locks with Pizza Rut girls. She had to admit, however, that this thirty something pussy was way more impressive than she thought it would be. The outer labia were still firm and strong, and seemed to offer the kind of depth and penetration that Barbara enjoyed so much when she locked cunts with a sexy rival. Sandra also dug in, applying everything she’d learned from her trysts with Beth. She had to admit, however, the younger girl’s outer labia were luscious. They felt amazing. She loved the way their oiled cunt lips slotted and sucked together. She sensed that she was in for an interesting and satisfying fuck. But so far, it was just lips to lips. The stamens of their flowers had not yet emerged.


The smack and squish of their oiled pussies filled the bedroom. The accompanying loud groans and grunts drifted out a partially opened bedroom window and could be heard in the immediate vicinity. A couple of neighbors walking by looked at each other knowingly.


“She’s at it again.” One of them said.


Back inside, two women continued the rubbing and grinding of their oiled pussies. Sandra Turner and Barbara Graham were settled into a regular, comfortable rhythm. Both women were thrilled by the depth of penetration their twats had achieved. The pizza delivery girl looked at the clock and saw that they were fifteen minutes into this sexual endeavor and realized that matters of the flesh were still even. She had made no progress in her effort to keep the Domino’s pledge. This thirty something bitch was good with her pussy too. It was time to take charge of this trib match.


Barbara shifted her pelvis with a side to side motion. It was a move designed to open them both up. It worked as planned and she was able to bring her clitoris into a full on matchup with Sandra’s hard shaft. Now the two rods would rub and grind, slip and slide, thrust and parry, penetrate and lock. But once again, the young woman was unable to take charge. Sandra’s clit matched hers in all the important maneuvers that made a clit fight such a fantastic battle. When Sandra’s clit wasn’t pushing hers back, it was sinking into the folds of her labia minora. She tried to tighten and hold it, but the older woman was just too good, too crafty to be sucked into a clit trap. The outer lips would squish and suck and the engorged girl cocks would press tight and wrestle.


“Oh Gawd!!!” Barbara cried out, and their oiled pussy fight went on.
“Seven minutes to a free pizza,” Sandra pointed out in an intentional taunt, rolling her pelvis with nasty intent.
“Fuck you, Sandra Turner! Fuck you!”
“No, fuck you, Barbara Graham!”


Barbara Graham attempted a last ditch effort to recapture the momentum. Although she quickly realized that her pussy wasn’t in a battle to win, but in a struggle not to lose. She grasped Sandra’s right leg and pulled, then called upon her pelvic floor muscles for an assist.
The idea was to clamp down and to tighten the grip of her cunt. Sandra knew what she was up to. She just shook her head.


“Oh sweetie, don’t you know that Kegel maneuvers have very little effect in an oil match?”


With time running out, Barbara pulled on Sandra’s leg, forcing her swollen pudenda as tightly as possible into Sandra’s pussy. Then she began to pump, hard and fast. It was a last ditch attempt. The older woman matched her, stroke for delicious hard stroke. Both pelvises were rocking and thrusting at a furious pace. Surely the old broad won’t be able to keep up this hard and fast pace, Barbara told herself. But, once again she had underestimated her sexy opponent. Minute after desperate minute of pussy locked thrusting and clit grinding passed. Barbara just could not take this hot bitch down.


DC’s woman was amused, but admired how hard the youthful delivery girl was working. No mistake, the young girl’s body was very sexy and Sandra was deriving almost as much pleasure as she was giving. Perhaps a few more encounters could improve her skill set, if there were to be any more. Perhaps her ex lover Beth could come by some night and observe as she and young Barbara fucked each other. Perhaps the sight of her fucking a busty young girl would get Beth so turned on that they could turn it into a threesome. Perhaps one night she could invite Beth, and Barbara could bring a hot young friend, and things would evolve into a four way cat ball fuck match on her bed. There were myriad possibilities!


Sandra returned to the moment, glanced at the clock on the nightstand and proclaimed: “TIME’S UP!”
“NO!!!” Barbara cried out. “NO!!!”


Keeping their pussies churning, Sandra repositioned herself into the cowgirl orientation. Draping the young girl’s right leg over her left shoulder, Sandra gently scraped her fingernails over the smooth as silk inner thigh of young Barbara Graham, which added another layer of pleasure.


“Omigod!” Barbara moaned.


The addition of partial body weight to the pussy lock was all it took. Barbara screamed and began to thrash. Her breasts jiggled wildly and then her body stiffened. A gush of cum spewed from the juncture of two olive oil coated pussies.


The expression of Barbara’s dismay over having exploded in cum before her customer was all it took. Sandra made a slight left to right adjustment which realigned her clitoral erection to Barbara’s. She added more of her body weight, feeling the thrill of her pussy sink into Barbara. The young girl, who had momentarily gone into post orgasmic, full body limpness, suddenly thrust her pelvis in response.


“You cunt! Fuck me! Finnish me off. Finnish yourself off!”


Sandra’s body cried for the release that was only seconds away. She fucked the young girl’s cunt with all she had. She rode Barbara like a mechanical bull in a Texas roadhouse.


“Yippie Ky-yay motherfucker.” Sandra quoted the famous movie line. And then she exploded.


Feeling the force of Sandra’s ejaculation thrilled young Barbara. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced in her two sexually active years of life. With a splat, Sandra came down on top of Barbara. The two pussies popped apart. Barbara spread her legs, inviting Sandra to reunite their throbbing cunts. As their hungry mouths sealed in a deep kiss, so, once again did their juiced twats. The women began to fuck slowly, like it was a casual afterthought.


The kiss broke off. The two enamored souls looked into each other’s eyes longingly as their matched pelvises ground against each other.


“Sandra?”
“What?”
“I’d consider it a pleasure and an honor if you’d request me for any future pizza deliveries.”
“Sandra smiled as her pussy delivers slice after slice of tasty strokes to Barbara’s young vagina.”
“It would be just as much my pleasure, Barbara.”


When Sandra extended an invitation to stay and fuck it out all night long, Barbara gleefully accepted the offer.


Between sweaty fucks that yielded astounding orgasms, two naked women devoured slices of microwaved pizza at the kitchen table while they enjoyed beers and each other’s company. The remainder of the night was a mix of satisfying their hunger for baked dough covered in sauce and toppings, and satisfying their hunger for each other’s tongues, tits and cunts, all coated in Extra Virgin Olive Oil.


************


One week later…


“Pizza Rut, how can I help you this evening?” asked Brad Nunez, evening shift supervisor. He listened carefully, writing the order down.
“OK, so that’s a medium pie with everything but anchovies…Sandra Turner, 726 Meadowlark Lane.”
“Correct.”


Brad was smitten by the sexy voice.


“That will be $15.99, and your pizza will be delivered very soon…probably 20-25 minutes. Will there be anything else tonight?”


He paused, then felt a flash of excitement when he heard the unusual request.


“Why yes, Ms. Turner, Pizza Rut does offer ‘special delivery’ service.”

Feeling a tightening in his jockey shorts, he finalized the order, then ended the call. “Thank you for choosing Pizza Rut.”


Brad urgently scanned the employee lounge, then returned to the dining area where he saw her, just about to open the door to leave.


“Shawna! Wait!” he gestured for the voluptuous redhead to come close.


“What do you want, Brad?”
“Don’t leave yet.”
“My shift is over. I’m out of here,” said the gorgeous young girl with bright red hair.
“No, it’s not. I have one last delivery for you.”
“Screw that! Give it to somebody else!”
“No, this is just for you…it’s a Shawna ‘special delivery.’”


Shawna Meadows, the sexy young Pizza Rut girl’s eyes lit up. Her abundant chest began to slowly rise and fall.


Brad handed her a sheet of paper from his note pad. She scanned it.


“726 Meadowlark Lane…I think I know where this is.”


THE END… OR, IS IT?