canoe trip conclusion

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I lay on my back gasping feeling the ache in my crotch from Andrew?s abuse. Over the storm I hear the ladies challenging each other.

?Bring it on bitch!? ?We?re going to end it here and now!? ?I?ll rip those small bumps off your chest, slut!? I hear slaps and squeals as the ladies close.

The gasps and pants and moans of violent conflict make me regain my knees. I must see what is going on!

It takes me a while to make sense out of the tangled puzzle or arms, legs, sleeping bags and pillows. Both ladies have strong right hand grips and are violently pulling the hairs at the back of each other?s head. They also have their left hands buried in each other?s right breast. Their shapely legs entwine fighting for position. Occasionally one of the ladies throws a knee into a thigh causing her opponent?s breath to hiss. Every once in a while, one of the combatants will release their tit hold to slap the unprotected face of her rival. Only to reapply the tit attack to another area of the breast -- to a nipple, to the underside, to twist, pinch or to rake with nails. It is a war of attrition.

Save for the panting of the ladies the tent is unusually silent. It suddenly occurs to me why they are fighting with only the occasional quiet gasp or moan to punctuate the contest. If they shriek or moan loudly the other will know what damage they are doing and apply crueler torture. Who can hold out longer? They roll onto their sides and Cheryl gets her knees between their struggling bodies and pushes separating them.

They regain their knees glaring at each other. I glance over at Andrew and he is staring at the two battling women. He has regained his erection. I?m also hard and can?t believe the sight of my wife. She is wild and primitive capable of real violence. She has never been more beautiful.

The women gulp air. It is not the time for threats or taunts. It is the time for action. They realize only one can win---and they both passionately want to dominate the other in front of their mates. For the first time I feel true concern for Cheryl?s safety.

I say ?this has gone about??..? .

?Shut the fuck up, Peter? Cheryl snarls.

I look to Andrew for help. ?Andrew surely it has gone??? I start.

Andrew whispers ?humiliate her, beat her bad baby?.

The women rush each other slapping wildly at bodies and faces. They both grab each other by the hair. Jen attacks with a two handed thrust to Cheryl?s shoulders knocking her on her back. Before she can be mounted Cheryl gets a foot into Jen?s chest. Cheryl pushes with her foot and pulls violently on Jen?s hair. Jen crashes to her side right in front of me. I can?t help myself and run my hand along Jen?s rib cage and up the swell of her hip. I can feel the sweat, the strain of her muscles and the tremor in her body as she struggles with my wife. Jen loses her composure and starts to whine and moan and thrash. I move so I can see what is causing the pain. Cheryl has one shapely foot planted on Jen?s chest and other foot has captured one of Jen?s breasts. Cheryl?s heel is grinding down forcing the tit flesh into the nails of her foot. I must hurt like hell. Cheryl is using her leg strength to dominate. She is violently pulling hair as her legs push Jen away. As Cheryl?s feet cruelly torture Jen?s tits, my heart leaps.

?Get her darling?, I shout.

?Do you give?, challenges Cheryl, ?Do you give bitch?.

Jen is moaning and thrashing. My hearts sinks when she mutters through clenched teeth ?NO, CUNT!?.

Jen begins to use her right foot to scratch at Cheryl?s groin. Again and again she strikes like a giant bird trying to kill a snake. Suddenly Cheryl shrieks and rolls away cradling her ass and cunt. Jen must have struck a sensitive nerve.

Both ladies sit back on their haunches panting and glaring at each other. Cheryl is cupping and rubbing her crotch. Jen is examining her wounded breast. I can see a small trickle of blood where Cheryl?s toenails have done their damage. I can?t imagine that the brutality of this fight can go on much longer.

A gust of wind hits the side of the tent forcing one wall to bulge in. The clap of thunder shakes the ground and a brilliant flash of lightening momentarily blinds me. The storm is right over us.

With a sigh the women begin to move closer. They are both exhausted. Cheryl goes for a headlock but Jen ducks under and attacks Cheryl?s back. Jen wraps her long shapely legs around Cheryl?s waist, locks her ankles and squeezes. Cheryl groans. Jen is sitting behind Cheryl. She reaches around and grabs Cheryl?s breasts by their nipples and pulls them violently towards Cheryl?s armpits. Cheryl howls. Cheryl?s hands fly between Jen?s locked toes and punishing hands.

Jen shouts ?give slut or I?ll rip them off?.

Jen increases the tit attack. Cheryl moans and groans. I think it must be the end. Cheryl reaches back and snakes a hand between their bodies. Suddenly Jen screams. I can?t see it clearly but I know that Cheryl has her hand buried in Jen?s cunt. Both women scream and cry as they torture each other. It is Jen who quits first. She releases Cheryl and slaps her hand away and scoots back on her ass cheeks.

Again the ladies face each other across the tent. It is Jen?s turn to cup and cradle her womanhood. Both ladies have fresh tears on their cheeks. They have been fighting for about 1/2 hr and they look somehow smaller. Their eyes are ringed with dark circles. Their breasts are less full and droop more.

They slowly approach each other. The grapple on their knees and fall to their sides. Somehow they end up head to toe. They each have a leg scissors clamped around each other?s heads. Their faces are inches from each other?s cunts. They lay like this for long minutes resting. Occasionally one of the ladies will apply pressure causing the other to moan. Cheryl ups the ante by digging her nails in Jen?s ass cheeks.

Jen whines ?Gawd?, and returns the favour.

Again Cheryl ups the ante. She moves her hands to Jen?s crotch and begins to rub not to cause pain but pleasure.

?What the fuck do you think you?re doing??, Jen asks in a voice edged with panic. Cheryl continues to stroke her rival.

?Andrews she?s fingering me, what should I do?? pleads Jen.

Andrew answers, ?do the same thing to her?.

Jen?s hand moves to Cheryl?s crotch. Both ladies begin to stroke and rub each other. The ladies are breathing hard and the occasional sigh and soft moan is heard. Jen uses her other hand and slips it between the cheeks of Cheryl?s ass cheeks.

?Don?t you dare!?, snarls Cheryl.

Jen licks her finger and begins to force it into Cheryl?s ass. Cheryl groans and attacks Jen?s ass. Soon both ladies are fingering each other? cunt and assholes. They lay like that for long moments stroking each other. I can tell that Cheryl is getting excited as her breathing becomes more erratic. Andrew and I can?t help ourselves and we approach the sexually battling ladies. I get close and peer at Cheryl?s finger pumping in and out of Jen?s ass. I place my hand on Jen?s thigh and it is beginning to jump and spasm as she get close to orgasm. I can?t believe my eyes. I?m watching my wife in a masturbation duel with another women. The ladies have let their leg locks go as they open for each other. I can?t believe it when Cheryl rocks her head forward and begins to tongue Jen?s clitoris. Jen groans loudly and spasms and rolls away from Cheryl. Cheryl moans because she was also close to coming.

?I thought we were going to fight each other not fuck?, challenges Jen.

Cheryl answers, ?there?s more than one way to win and I would have won if you hadn?t quit like a chick shit?.

Cheryl shoots in low trying to get at Jen crotch. Jen is pushed back into my lap. My erect member enters Jen. I hear her grunt, ?oh?. She tries to get off but I grab her hips and hold her tight against me. Cheryl grabs Jen?s hair with both hands and heaves her off. I think I can almost hear a pop as my cock slips out of Jen?s vagina. I look down and see Jen?s juices glistening on my erect penis.

When I look up both ladies are on their knees, facing head to toe, with their faces pressed into the blankets of the tent floor. They have their shapely asses held high in the air. Our wives have their arms around each other?s waists and are again fingering each other. Jen?s ass is right in my face I can see the curls of her cunt hairs and the beads of moisture clinging to them. Lightening flashes and thunder crashes. It is too much for me and I crawl forward and ram my cock deep into Jen. Jen rocks forward violently and gasps.

She hisses, ?Darling he is fucking me, help me, darling, help me?.

I look over the tent at Andrew shocked face. He shakes his head and begins to move forward.

?Get his bitch?, Jen shouts.

Andrew grabs Cheryl?s hips and I feel Jen rock back with the power of his penetrating thrust. It is truly couple against couple. As I pump into Jen I can feel Cheryl?s finger running along the top of my rod as she massages Jen?s clit. I know that Andrew is also, feeling the unusual sensation of fucking the cunt his wife is stroking.

I look over the ladies sweaty backs and stare at Andrew as he plunges into my women. We?ve been married fourteen years and have never been unfaithful. And now I?m watching her getting fucked by this ape. My knees go weak and I have to close my eyes to cancel out the image.

I feel the pressure begin to build. I know if I pull out I?ll lose. I try to stop moving, but Jen sensing my weakness begins to rock back against me. Cheryl feels the change and moans ?don?t let that bitch beat you, hold on darling?.

I try to think of anything to keep my mind off the building pressure. I do math in my head. I try to remember the names of all the Canadian Prime Ministers. But to no avail. Jen rocking hips work their magic. I moan loudly and groan, ?sorry? as I explode inside of Jen.

Cheryl moans, ?Oh, Peter, how can you leave me?.

Cheryl is alone at the mercy of the two Australians. I watch in a trance as they work her over. Cheryl raises her head and looks directly into my eyes. I watch as the sweat rolls down her face and drops off her chin. Her facial features are contorted by lust. She has her mouth open and is panting. She shakes her head and lays it back onto the floor of the tent.

Cheryl tries gamely but her hand falls from Jen?s crotch.

Jen shouts ?we?ve got the bitch now, fuck her hard?. And she begins to frantically massage Cheryl?s clit. Andrew picks up the pace and Cheryl?s body shakes from his deep powerful thrusts.

Cheryl groans ?stop, don?t ever stop, Andrew don?t ever stop!? Somewhere from deep inside of her comes a guttural groan. A sound I would have never believed could come from my wife. Cheryl grunts out her orgasm.

The storm crashes around us. The only sound inside the tent is the slap, slap, slap of Andrew pounding away on Cheryl?s ass. Suddenly Andrew goes stiff. He gasps and spittle flies from his mouth.

As the four of us lay panting asthe rain hits with a vengeance. Above the sound of the torrents of rain I hear Jen?s voice. ?Peter, Cheryl, finish me please, please?.

Out side our tent nature is going wild. Inside the safety of our nylon dome Cheryl and I begin to crawl across the tent. It?s time to pay our debt to the winner.

[MikeJV]

GREAT story!!! (all of it) Great work, hope you'll write another story someday.(hopefully soon, hehe)

MikeJV