Legal Stoush Part II

[nastybutnice]

For those of you confused by the word Stoush, Stoush is slang in Australia/NZ for a fight (originally from Scotland I think)


Legal Stoush Part II
by Nastybutnice



Sophie, Veronica and Simone rode silently down the lift together. With her intense orgasm’s from the hour past mostly subsided and blood returning to her brain she was seriously contemplating the merits of allowing the two women to proceed with what would no doubt be a cruel and vindictive fight. Veronica and Simone were both thinking of only one thing, the complete and utter annihilation of their rival and they were reveling in the ideas of how they might go about it. They stole dagger glances at the other when they could.

Ding. The three stepped out of the lift and into the stifling heat of the underground carpark. They hadn’t encountered anyone else in the ride down, many had already slunk off for Friday drinks or weren’t keen on leaving the air conditioned office for the heat of the late afternoon. They approached Sophie’s car and she almost expected the two to squabble over who sat in the front seat but to her surprise they both opened the rear doors and sat in the back. The middle back seat lay empty between them like no man’s land. Sophie readjusted the rear-view mirror so she could see both women’s faces and turned the key in the ignition so she could turn on the air conditioner. They sat silently in the car for a few minutes whilst the interior cooled. Sophie watched them both in the rear-view, waiting to see if they would start anything but they stared passively back at her in the mirror. She shook her head slightly and turned over the engine and pulled out of the space and headed to the exit. The car park attendant barely glanced at the three women as he raised the barrier and they pulled out into the hot sunshine and busy street.

As they wormed their way through the traffic she couldn’t help look continuously back in the mirror. The unnatural calm was making her uncomfortable and contributing to the doubt she was now having about letting these two fight. She kept picturing scenarios which involved ambulances, a trip to the ER with no plausible explanation, police involvement, losing her job, a media circus, prison. She was about to announce the whole thing was off when, in a relaxed and almost pleasant voice, Simone said.
“I’m going to tear your **** off and shove it up your **** you ****.”
Sophie’s jaw dropped a little and she felt a fresh tingle down there. Stealing a peek in the rear view mirror both women stared forward wearing the faux smiles of two synchronised swimmers. Veronica calmly replied.
“I’m going to pull your she-guts out through your vag and force you to eat it.”
Simone and Veronica turned their heads towards one another, still smiling as though they were discussing weekend plans.
“I’m going to stretch your ugly ******l lips until they flap around your ankles.”
“I’m going to tug on your ******** until it dangles between your legs like a dick.”

As the verbal’s continued, any thought of stopping the fight slipped from Sophie’s mind as she became aroused again. She almost rear ended several cars as she kept sneaking glances in the rear view rather than the road.

She daydreamed her way back to that first fight with Susan in chambers, recalling the baking heat in those pants, moist and sweaty. There was pawing and gripping of the fleshy bits down there at first, then as she had felt her way, becoming more targeted in her attacks. All this happening whilst Susan’s hands were down her pants doing the exact same thing. The exquisite pain had eventually given way to sweet sweet pleasure.

A loud sustained honk from the car behind her jolted her back to reality.
As the car made its way out of the city center and onto wider streets she continued to daydream, she was putting pictures to the sounds of the fight that the two women had just been involved in. She thought again of her own fights, others she’d heard of and pondered the nature of their bare breasted battle. Two women didn’t strip off completely and grab and claw at each other’s breasts unless there was a sexual nature to the fight did they? With her rivalry with Susan she’d been kind of oblivious, at least consciously, of underlying sexual tension, but the way they’d first fought made it all obvious in retrospect.
She pondered the lack of any current relationships of both women, she’d never heard either of them talk about flings or relationships they had had. She took another look back at the two women as they faced one another, had they been lovers at some point, were they rivals for the same lover, were they in love?

A service station came into view on the road, a familiar landmark on the trip home; from here it was only a 5 minute drive till she crossed the river and then another 5 till she was home. Her heart was beginning to beat a little faster as she anticipated the fight. On a whim she swung into the servo with the idea that some supplies would be beneficial later. She parked and turned to face Veronica and Simone, with a slight smirk she advised them to play nice, I’ll be back in a minute.

She stepped out into the baking heat, the service station was mostly empty as she made her way past the pumps to the ice fridge adjacent to the store entrance. It must have been a popular choice because there were only a few bags left. She glanced back at the car, unsure sure if she was imagining it but it appeared as though Veronica and Simone sat a little closer, as though they were leaning towards each other for whispered conversation. Turning back to the fridge she reached and grabbed 4 bags, 2 for each hand and made her way into the checkout. There was no one else waiting so she made her way to the counter, the attendant remarked about the heat, Sophie replied that it wasn’t so bad, she was actually starting to enjoy it. As he tallied the register she glanced again at the car, she wasn’t imagining it this time they were definitely closer, faces side to side, mouth to cheeks as though they were whispering sweet nothings into the others ear, heads bobbing slightly. She gave the cashier some notes, told him to keep the change and headed back out. From her view she could only see them from the chest up; they were too busy to notice her approaching. With the car remote she popped the boot, the girls jumped slightly and she just caught a glimpse of arms withdrawing from lower body areas. She strode to the rear of the car opened the boot and tossed the ice bags in. Climbing back into the driver’s seat she observed them again in the mirror, they stared back innocently but with the slightest trace of an upturned smile at the corner of the mouth, the kind reserved for those who shared an unspoken secret. Sophie drew a deep breath in through the nostrils; underneath the smell of car leather was just the faintest trace of a familiar and exciting scent.

The rest of the trip was done in hushed anticipation. Sophie’s heart beat faster and faster as she turned down familiar streets and then into the underground carpark beneath the apartment building. She lived on the top floor in a two bedroom apartment, the largest within the building. The underground carpark was still hot, but compared to the outside was cool. She knew it would be hotter on the top floor. Veronica and Simone each carried a bag of ice each while she carried the remaining two. They shared an uninterrupted journey up the stairs as each level grew warmer than the last. They exited the stair case onto the landing and Sophie made her way to her apartment door. Her hands trembled with excitement as she unlocked the door and stepped into the stifling apartment, Veronica and Simone followed closing the door behind them. The apartment opened into the lounge room, Sophie told them to take a seat on the couch and wait. She took the ice bags and stored them in the freezer and fridge. She then filled two tall glasses with cold water, and a wine glass of cold Riesling for herself and returned to the waiting ladies.

Passing the water she said, “Drink this. You’re going to need it I think.”
They drank obediently. There was just one last thing before hostilities could commence. Sophie went to her bedroom and then wheeled a large box fan that was inside back into the lounge room and faced it towards the couch. There was air conditioning throughout the apartment and bedrooms, but the fan seemed somehow more appropriate for the sweaty and close combat she anticipated.

She switched it on and then took a seat on the couch between the two. Like they were old friends she placed a hand on the leg of each girl sitting aside her. Turning side to side to look at each woman in turn she stated the facts.

“You fight in whatever way you see fit. I will not interrupt or interfere, unless,” she held her finger up to emphasise the point, “I think that things are becoming too close to permanent physical damage. When one of you has had enough and gives in the fight is over and the winner will get the job.”

She patted them both on the legs and motioned to the small fighting area in front of the couch and before the fan. She reached for her glass of Riesling as the two women stood and faced each other in the hot and sticky air.

They glowered silently across the narrow distance between them and unbuttoned their blouses. They tossed these towards Sophie who piled them on the couch arm. They then shimmied out of their business dresses and again tossed them at Sophie who placed them atop the blouses. Both women now stood in their bras, panties and high heel shoes. Simone’s underwear was red whilst Veronica was attired in white.

“Well, let’s see what’s left of your cow teats after I crushed them?” Veronica boasted.
Simone calmly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, she held the bra up and defiantly thrust her breasts up and pitched her bra to Sophie. Tissue paper which she had padded the inside of the bra with earlier spilled to the floor, a few rogue tissues clung to her ****, stuck there by fluid that had seeped from her wounded *** flesh.
“Ha ha, look at those sorry sacks of meat. Look at what I did to them” Veronica cooed towards Sophie.
Simone brushed the tissues off her ****, Sophie was sure she detected the slightest intake of breath as they unstuck themselves from sore skin. Simone’s enlarged ******s jutted out at irregular angles, whilst her brown skin hid the worst of the bruises they were still a puffy mass of purple and blue.

“Cackle all you like, show me your hoggish udders you pig” Simone challenged.
Veronica reached behind and undid her bra, holding it and her breasts up with pride she projected the bra to Sophie. More tissue papers spilled to the floor, like Simone, some lone tissues clung to the oozing breasts. She peeled these off quickly just like a Band-Aid, a barely audible inhale of air. Simone cackled and slapped her right hand on her right knee and motioned at her opponents’ chest with her left as though it was a terrific joke.
Turning to Sophie she bragged “You see that, see what I did. See how they are ruined.”
Veronica’s paler breast skin did her no favours here, her breasts were an inflated mass of dark purple and blue bruises. The areola at the base of her teats looked slightly blackened, despite this ******s protruded proudly out.

Sophie gathered the scattered tissues from about the floor and tucked them underneath the couch.
Simone and Veronica stood silently now, taking in the others measure. Down to only their knickers and high heels they removed their shoes and threw them aside. Not wanting to waste any more time they shed their undies without ceremony and kicked these towards Sophie who gathered them up. The two began circling each other like bulls in a pen, parading their form in front of the other and Sophie. Whilst this pre fight ritual took place Sophie couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the crotches of their panties. Both were moist with sweat and recent traces of ******l fluid, she rubbed her thumbs over the wet patch in each and then rubbed her thumbs together, merging both women’s ******l secretions into one and inhaled deeply of the heady aroma. She then stacked the panties atop the rest of the pile, tucked up her legs and feet on the couch and leaned back to enjoy the show.
Her eyes were squarely sighted now on the groins of the two women.
Veronica was well hedged for summer, with just a slight tuft of light bush all that was visible between the legs. Simone had also trimmed down for bikini weather and had just a short thin snail trail of dark bushy hair. Both woman’s arse’s were smooth and gorgeous, Veronica had a straight body, the waist only slightly slimmer than her bust and hips. Simone’s body was more the hourglass shape.
Each woman was a stunning specimen of beauty.

The two concluded their circling and again stood still facing one another in profile view to Sophie. In a final display like two sumo wrestlers they jutted their chests forward, bent slightly at the knees, thrust their bottoms out, spread their arms wide in challenge and literally hissed at each other. Straightening up Sophie was sure they would go straight for each other’s vag. She was wrong. Not content on the damage done to their breasts already each woman reached for the others **** to start the battle anew. Pain reignited in both women’s chest like fire and their breath whistled through clenched teeth and they groaned in agony. Sophie was sure neither would last more than a minute or so like this, they just wanted to repay each other in kind for the affronts just traded. They tugged those ******s up and down, side to side, their bodies following the others hand movements as they tried to minimise their pain and maximise the others. Sophie was right, it didn’t last much more than a minute or so. Mutually they detached their cruel grips and gave their opponents breasts one last farewell ***** slap.

Heaving for breath they leaned forward resting hands on knees, still eyeing off the other, tears of pain clearly visible.
“Let’s finish what we started in the car!” declared Simone.
“Yes!” agreed Veronica.

Each woman reached with their right hand towards the others vulva whilst balancing with left hand against the others shoulder. Their ring and index fingers traced along the edge of their outer ***** whilst the middle finger sunk into the fleshy folds of their inner *****. They began stroking their fingers up and down the length of those delicate lips. Sophie got her first good look at the two women’s most intimate parts.

Veronica’s inner lips were a delicious pinky red while Simone’s outer ***** were brown the inner folds of skin were a yummy pink contrast to the surrounding brown skin.

Up and down they stroked, drawing blood to the region and heightening the sensitivity of their most delicate areas. This went on for five minutes as they stood, breathing heavily, each woman eager to lull the others ****** into a relaxed and intensified pleasurable state in order to then maximise the pain they would surely inflict. Using the others wetness and drawing of breathe as a guide to approaching ****** they continued to work each to higher pleasures for another 10 minutes or so before each sensed it was time. Just like that stroking suddenly changed to fierce pinching and subsequent tugging.

With a pincer like grip each women clutched the inner ***** of the other woman and tugged hard, eliciting gasps of pain with each pull. There was nothing random in either woman’s attack either, they would pinch and pull flesh between thumb and index finger, release and then grip at another area. In this punishing manner both women worked began to work their way along the entire length of each ***** of their rival, ensuring no inch of fleshy lips was left unscathed. Of course as the pain grew worse it became more difficult. One handed they reached for the other whilst gripping the wrists of her rival trying to prevent the next attack against themselves. Their ******s, still well lubed from the earlier foreplay, made grips slippery. Fingers and thumbs would frequently snatch at flesh only for a secretion of female fluid to find its way between fingers and thumbs and ***** flesh would slip out of grip, like trying to squeeze a sliver of wet soap between the fingers. In this way successful attacks were harder to come by but when each woman clamped a grip and pulled it was held long and cruelly.
“I promised you you’d have an outie by the end of this!”
“Ya gonna need a ****en *****plasty when I’m done with ya!”
There was not a single iota of mercy in either woman.

With a mutual gasp of agony each woman shoved the hand of their rival away and separated. Standing straight, chests heaving, the two women circled each other whilst catching their breath. The fan hummed and blew cool air across the hot flesh of the two women. Their hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, much of it clinging to their face and neck. Sophie could smell the sweat being blown off the two women as well as feel the body heat as the air made its way to her. There were other more intimate smells as well, not as yet dominant but she was sure that would change.

Veronica and Simone closed in again. Sophie licked her lips in anticipation, expecting them to resume where they left off. However each woman placed her left hand on her rival’s hip and proceeded to begin stroking with index and middle fingers the outer ***** of the other woman. At first Sophie assumed they were looking to stimulate and arouse again, but as the stroking grew faster and faster she realized her mistake, they were inflicting a new kind of pain via a simple method, friction. By stroking those fatter **** lips fast where there was no lubrication they were able to generate severe burning pain to each other. Tears of pain ran down the cheeks of each woman. Their fingers were a blur. Veronica’s ***** was turning Raspberry red whilst Simone’s was Mulberry purple. As the pain intensified they began to bend forwards, rumps stuck out rudely as they attempted to increase the distance between their ******s and the enemy, all whilst trying to keep on their feet. Neither wanted to be the first to fall. Sophie was treated to a rotating view of white and brown bottom as they rotated slowly in the baking heat of the room. With their bottoms so far out moist anuses winked at Sophie as butt cheeks flexed, then relaxed in response to the pain. The rotating was slowing as each woman could handle little more of this. They stopped side on to Sophie, each woman’s right arm and fingers at full stretch reaching at the other woman’s *****, still rubbing, considerably slower than when they began but each stroke must have felt like sandpaper on skin. Their left hand clutched above the left hip as they sought to maintain balance and keep the other within reaching distance. With a grunt both women collapsed to their knees, still inflicting pain, their heads leant forward with their foreheads resting against the other woman’s back. Their bruised bosoms hung from their chests and swung back and forth as though swollen with milk. Their groaning was constant now and growing in volume, with two loud guttural shrieks the two women collapsed falling forwards and then rolling off to their sides, their hands clutching at their womanhood and gasping in pain, they lay like this for several minutes.

With an uncommunicated agreement to suspend hostilities, Veronica and Simone both rolled onto their backs and revolved around so that their legs faced the fan. Lifting them in sync they lumbered forwards bringing their burning ********* as close to the fan as possible and spread their legs. Simone’s right leg crossed over Veronica’s left; they lifted bottoms as high as they could muster to expose heated flesh to the cooling air; each woman breathed a mutual ahhh together in minor relief. They were too exhausted to care at this point that they lay side by side like spent lovers. Sophie watched as their heaving chests slowed, they lay like this for five minutes before rolling away from each other to their hands and knees, then moved together side by side again and spreading their legs, lifting their buttocks and keeping their chests low to the floor they pointed their anus and vulva at that lucky fan. They looked like two cats stretching their backs. Both Veronica and Simone stared forwards at Sophie. Alternating eye contact with each women she tried to ascertain from their expressions and eyes as to which woman would be the victor, their steely gazes gleamed no clues as to which one would yield first. They each maintained eye contact with Sophie as well; observing the flush in her face which they knew wasn’t caused just by the heat within the room. The intense eye contact was arousing and Sophie rose from the couch, shimmied out of her pants and unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it to the side. She retrieved her now empty wine glass and turned towards the kitchen, her panties were wedged high up her crack but she did nothing to rectify this and swished her bottom as she shimmied to the fridge and refilled her glass. Returning to the couch she made sure to sit close to the edge with legs parted, observing whether eyes dropped, sure that they could observe the small wet patch at the crotch of her knickers. Resting her left elbow on her thigh and chin on her hand leaning forwards Sophie queried.

“So are you two going to continue or have you had enough?”
Simone and Veronica turned their heads to each other and snarled, pushing up with their hands the two women rose to their feet to resume this spiteful clash. Once again they reached down and this time grabbed at the others ******* in a fierce clutch. Their fingers gripped at the edge of ***** majora and squeezed and smooshed those lips together whilst tugging the whole vulva forwards and side to side. Sophie observed Veronica’s middle finger deploy and begin scratching at the delicate and sensitive perineum of Simone. Shifting her eyes to Veronica’s crotch she noted Simone’s middle finger dishing out the same punishment. Resting heads on the other’s shoulders the two slowly moved across the floor, retreat and pursue, counter attack and withdrawal, all the time with an unrelenting grip. Closing in and trying to relieve their opponents grip whilst maintaining their own they each grasped one hand behind the others neck whilst going into a deep squat, bottoms out, putting as much distance between their hips without losing that hold as they could manage. With the occasional shuffling step backwards they began to pirouette clockwise, thrusting their hips forward and backward both women were at times able to escape the others clutches for brief periods, when this occurred the woman who had broken free would swivel hips, alternating from squatting to standing trying to avoid getting caught again. Knees were then used to try and knock away reaching hands, invariably this dodging and weaving would cause the escapee to lose their own hold and there would be a reset of sorts.

Sophie could not help notice a gradual pool of sweat collecting on the floor beneath these warring combatants. A sweaty/sex perfume was blown across the room by the box fan into Sophie’s flared nostrils. The box fan provided minimal relief from the stifling heat. The combination of that all-encompassing heat and odor reminded her of being wrapped up with a partner during sweaty summer sex. Sophie relished it.

The two fighters were slowing now and were at a standstill, one hand still gripped the other behind the neck but they had both lost their holds on their opponents vulva, both were gasping deeply, their efforts had decreased to knocking the opponents hand away easily when one of them made a reach for the other. Neck grips eased as they both slumped to the floor on their bottoms and both fell backwards. Their bruised breasts rose and fell as they sucked in deep breathes. Sophie stood and approached a few steps to take a look at the damage they’d inflicted to the others vulva. Veronica’s now glowed a Tomato red and Simone’s maroon, Sophie imagined she could feel the intense additional heat that those two groins must be generating. Taking this opportunity Sophie returned to the fridge for another wine refill and again filled two tall glasses of water. Returning to the make shift arena she passed a glass each to both advising to drink slowly, but to drink it all. Their breath intakes were slowing now as they recovered some wind. Removing the now two empty glasses Sophie returned to the couch. Addressing them both she asked (already knowing the answer)
“Do you want to continue?”

The two women rose to their elbows and then sat up facing the other directly. Raising their bottoms they scooted on hands and feet closer to the fan, stopping once they were both seated directly in front. Spreading their legs wide they scooched their hips close, slipping one leg over and one under. With a sharp intake of breath they prepped for the next phase of this painful battle, with one hand they spread the others ***** majora, exposing the others ***** minora. Veronica’s inner lips were short and thick giving Simone something to really pull, she gripped Veronica’s left lip between forefinger and middle and using her thumb as additional pressure to squeeze and pull, squeeze and pull. Simone’s hidden lips were longer and thinner than Veronica’s, using this Veronica gripped Simone’s left lip between thumb and forefinger and ran this finger vice down from the top to the end, release then repeat. The two women were beyond trash talk at this point, merely gasping and grunting in pain.

Sophie could see in spite of the attrition to this most sensitive area both women were aroused. ******s had stiffened and Bartholin glands were working overtime and fingers were wet with secretions, both as a bodily response to arousal and natural defense to the painful friction being inflicted.

Veronica was now pulling and stretching that fattening left lip, to the left and then the right, whilst Simone was now pinching and tugging down the length of that swelling left lip.
Mutually releasing their holds both women gasped, and switched focus to the right ***** minora and began repeating the process. Sophie was aware from her previous fights of a similar nature that one of the most painful experiences was too attack a sensitive area, leave it untouched for a period and focus elsewhere, then return to that previous pain point.
She watched mesmerised for when the current attack on the right would switch back to the left and to see whether this produced a final result. Sophie could feel an intense and deep ****** of her own building and was resisting temptations to directly address the situation. Wine had a way of making Sophie extra ***** and as she sipped the last drop of the glass she observed as Veronica and Simone released their holds on the right lip and returned the focus to the left.
This mutually produced a
“Fuuccck.”
“Goddd.”
At this point the threatening ****** that had building in Sophie erupted of its own accord sans stimulation. ******l muscles flexed and her ******** throbbed from the minimal stimulation it received from the inside of her panties. Sophie bucked her hips involuntarily as the ****** tore through her, fingers gripped couch cushions as she moaned softly. A wet patch bloomed at the crotch of her knickers.
That was a first she thought, she’d climaxed like some ***** teen.
Regaining her breath and focusing in on the fight again she observed both women had switched attentions back to the right lips, heads were both tilted back as they grunted and screeched like female tennis players. This wasn’t going to last much longer.
With a mutual shriek they released each other; chests rose and fell as they each cradled their vulva temporarily. Carefully they inspected their own vulvas, in spite of the red and enflamed area, puffy lips neither had broken the skin of the other.

Feeling slightly more in control of her senses after the ****** Sophie worried a little about the next phase of the fight, feeling that the focus would now switch to the so far untouched ****** and ******** to draw a surrender from one of them. She felt a sense she’d lost control of the fight and that nothing she could do now would stop them.

Pointlessly Sophie asked again
“Do you want to continue?”

Leaning forward again Simone and Veronica came forehead to forehead, eyeball ****ing each other as if telepathically determining the next phase of the struggle.
Their right hands clenched into a fist with middle and fore fingers extended they proceeded to insert these into the ****** of their rival. Sophie seriously fearing irreparable damage now rose from the couch to utter stop but never got passed “sto” before Simone and Veronica both turned in her direction and mutually shouted
“NO!!!”
The authority and force sat Sophie back on her ****, she’d now have to play her part as pure spectator and witness to the result.
Expecting their to be screeches of pain she was surprised to observe gentle breathing and soft sighs, like the initial phase of foreplay where fingers explored sensitive areas. Both women were inserting fingers in and out slowly, in and out knuckles facing up, then rotating so the knuckles were facing down.
This fight had turned erotic. Sophie had done this many times with her ex, a sexfight, usually to try and force the other woman into an ****** first. Without being aware of it she’d risen from the couch and had moved down to squat on her knees in front of the two women. The fan blew that sex scent directly into her face.
Reminding all that this fight hadn’t turned friendly Simone stated to Sophie with disgust.
“Her **** is so wet and slimy I feel like I’m fingering a moldy blocked drain!”
Veronica replied. “Her **** is so dry and coarse, I think she might be menopausal!”
“You would know about fingering grannies I suppose!”
“Seriously you need to lay off the douching, get that dryness fixed right up.”
“Truly think she has a vag infection or something she’s so wet. She’s sitting in a puddle for **** sake.”

Sophie observed from her close up view that small patches of wetness were present on the floor below both women and as fingers pushed in and out they were all moist. This erotic stimulation was drawing both women’s ********’ out from their hood as they grew erect. Both women, placing hands over mons began stroking these with thumb pads, rotating around the ********, then up and down, sometimes gently pushing in, invoking shudders of pleasure. This direct stimulation teased out those clits, both growing fatter with blood as they engorged.
Fingers were moving in and out faster now, each woman striving to push deeper into their opposite’s cavity. Breathing was beginning to quicken now, ******* were approaching within minutes Sophie estimated.
With legs bent over opposing legs, Simone and Veronica resting foreheads against shoulders, there was a narrow oval window of sorts to which Sophie put her face to now, keen to judge as best she could which woman would *** first and lose.

Two fingers turned into three as fingers pistoned in and out, both women were starting to ejaculate in small amounts.
Simone’s was cloudy with specks of white, like the water that settles on the top of yoghurt.
“Disgusting, it’s like ****!” gasped Veronica.
Veronica’s was a thicker milky white.
“Gak, she’s got a yeast infection!” retorted Simone.
Sophie leaned back slightly in anticipation of the height of their mutual ******, breathes were drawn and held and to Sophie’s surprise both withdrew their fingers at this point and used these instead to viciously pinch the others plumped ********.
Small gasps escaped both women as they scrunched their eyes shut and held their breathes to try and last out the pain and draw out a surrender.
Sophie estimated this couldn’t last much longer than a minute. She was wrong again.
As a minute ticked past both women tried to control their pain with slow breathes in and out as they squeezed and tugged on those love buttons.
“I’ll ****in ruin you!!”
“Die *****!!”
With their other hand both women now latched onto a protruding ****** and began to squeeze and pull at this as well.
Slow breathing was out the window as both women tried grunting out the pain.
Back and forth for another minute at least during this final struggle before, just like that Veronica gasped out and released her grip, instinctively now crumpling into a ball and tipping to the side she meekly gasped.
“Stop, enough.”
Simone still holding those cruel grips followed her down and getting in Veronica’s ear she snapped
“Do you quit *****?”
…
“Do you quit?”
“Yes I quit, stop”
Finally releasing her Simone rolled onto her back, sucking in the breaths, her face was beaming in ecstacy. She would ride out the ensuing pain and recovery on a cloud, every ache a reminder of the hard victory won today.
For Veronica it would be the opposite in every way, the pains a constant reminder of loss and that all her efforts had been for naught.
It was with this in mind that Sophie went to Veronica first, scooping her up into her arms, one arm under the backs of knees and the other under her arms as Veronica wrapped her hands around Sophie’s neck and she could feel wet tears against her shoulder as she silently wept.
Sophie moved her slowly to the main bathroom, easing her into the large tub there and loosing Veronica’s hands from her neck and gently stroking her face said I’ll be back in a second, wait here.

Returning to where Simone still lay beaming, Sophie quickly checked on her and then moved to the kitchen grabbing a handful of clean tea towels, running them under cold water then retrieving the bags of ice made several makeshift ice packs. Returning to the tub where Veronica lay she placed one ice pack against her vulva and one against a breast.
“Here hold these in place until the pain has numbed somewhat.”
Turning to her medicine cabinet Sophie looked to see if she still had any sitz bath kits.
Perfect, she had two remaining.
Setting one aside she turned to Veronica.
“Don’t hold those ice packs there too long you’ll end up making things worse, just until the pain has lessened. “
“I’ll get you a glass of water and a couple of paracetamol, I’ll be back shortly”
Returning to the kitchen again, Sophie made two ice packs for Simone and passed them to her without need of explanation.
Filling two glasses again she provided both women with paracetamol. Pulling Veronica out of the bath she began filling the tub with warm water and told her to wait, then proceeded to the ensuite to run a warm bath there.
Moving through the apartment she turned on all the air conditioner units, turned off the box fan and fixed herself another glass of wine.
Fixing the sitz bath she assisted Veronica in and then saw to Simone in the same manner.
With both women temporarily taken care of, Sophie checked her phone and was surprised to discover that it was only 6:30, it felt like they had been fighting for hours. Her stomach grumbled. Realising both women had probably lost several pounds tonight she ordered 3 large pizzas. Moving back and forth between both women as she waited for delivery, when the building entrance buzzer buzzed and she waited at the door almost opening it before realizing she was still in just underwear.
Retrieving her crumpled pants and blouse from the floor where she had shed them and accepted the pizza delivery.

Sophie hustled Veronica out of the bath, gently drying her and moving her to the guest bedroom, then doing the same for Simone who would sleep in Sophie’s bed tonight. Sophie and Simone found they were ravenous and devoured an entire pizza each. Veronica required a lot more coaxing to eat anything.
By 8pm exhaustion had kicked in, prepping the women for bed, Veronica assisted with applying Bepanthen cream for their ******s and a prescription Hydrocortisone cream she had left over for their genitals. Rubbing it over their private areas Sophie was becoming aroused again, a cold shower was required. She didn’t want the two women to start it up again anytime soon...
But plans can change quickly.
As she made to leave Veronica’s bedside she clutched Sophie by the wrist.
“If I’d grabbed for her right *** instead of her left I would have had her. I should have remembered that I’d focused more on that one earlier… I would have won.”
Planting future seeds Sophie remarked.
“You’re probably right, the result could easily have gone your way, there was nothing in it.”

After a refreshing cold shower she laid out on the couch and was asleep in minutes.

She awoke some point later, it must have been close to dawn, the apartment was cool, something had stirred her. Brief disorientation subsided as she got her bearings she heard a creak in the hallway to her bedroom. Simone had been up.
Glancing towards the guest bedroom all seemed quiet there.
Moving quietly to her own bedroom, Simone lay awake on the bed, as though she’d been expecting her. Climbing in under the sheets she spooned behind Simone, enveloping her arms around her Simone shuddered in pain when Sophie brushed at her delicate areas.
This would require some delicate maneuvering.
Sophie retrieved a towel, lube and a small *****. Telling Simone to relax, I’ll be gentle, Sophie lay her on her side over the towel and stroked her anus. Then inserting her pinkie began to ease it in and out, she proceeded to work her way up to her middle finger as she felt Simone’s sphincter start to relax and observed some signs of growing pleasure. Switching to the well lubed ***** Sophie bought Simone to a gentle sighing ******.
After cleaning Simone off and wrapping the spent ***** in the towel and tossing into the laundry she washed her hands thoroughly. Returning to the bedroom Simone was laying with her head on a pillow at the end of the bed. Smiling she beckoned Sophie to sit astride her face.
Expertly using her tongue and lips Simone sucked on her *****, probed her ****** with her tongue and then switching to fingers to penetrate her she sucked at Sophie’s sensitive **** until she exploded in ******.
Regaining her senses Sophie observed the bedroom door slightly ajar, she was sure it had been shut.

Light was creeping in at the bedroom window now. Sophie inspected Simone’s wounded areas, things were still swollen and sore so she reapplied various ointments as Simone drifted back into sleep.

Sophie took the opportunity to check in on Veronica, she lay awake. Accusatory eyes watched her sharply.
“Let’s take a look at you.”
She tended to Veronica’s various battle wounds with the same ointments.
“Come on, let’s get you dressed, I’ll drive you home.”

It was windy and cooler outside, at some point a change had blown through.

Sophie returned to the apartment around midday where Simone was waiting in Sophie’s dressing gown.
“You’ve been gone for hours, what took so long?”
Avoiding eye contact Sophie replied.
“You know Saturday morning Soccer mums, farmers markets traffic, and she lives across the city.”
“Should have left her to hike her own way home… That bitch”
“Now now, you’ll still be encountering each other at work so I expect professionalism in the workplace. By way of which you’ll be starting your new position Monday, let’s not forget what started this all.
How are you feeling?”
Simone smiled.
“Pretty good but I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it into work on Monday.”
Laughing the two women embraced.

The End

[Thommy1982]

I think i really like your Story but i can not read it to the end cause all the **** that is really going on my nerves and disturbing the flow while i read.

[cc25]

Good story. Love it very much

[JB57]

I'm really happy to see there is a part 2 to this story! I really enjoyed the first story but was disappointed that it appeared to end where it did. I have not read this one yet, but I'm really looking forward to see how much further it goes!

JB

Just noticed all the ****. That probably means you made changes to the text after you first posted it or altered it in some way. Try making all the changes before you post the story then put it up. That should allow you to keep the swear words without the incredibly annoying ****.

[nastybutnice]

sorry all, wasn't aware that the swears had been *** out.
I didn't touch the story after posting, do i just go through and make the edits or will the same thing happen.