Roxie vs. Vicky

Roxie vs. Vicky

Roger’s hang dog expression made it clear to anyone watching him that he was seriously unhappy. It could have been anything from a sick parent to a dying pet to a hard breakup, but he was clearly a man who was extremely distressed at something going on in his life.
Roger had just had a major, calamitous argument with his wife of just a year. Vicky was beautiful, voluptuous and fiery – everything Roger loved in a woman. But she was also incredibly hot-tempered and short-fused. They had moved to this city to further Roger’s career. It had been a very difficult adjustment for his wife, who had to leave behind her own career and her long established network of friends, family and professional contacts. She was a model and had been building a side-career as an agent, representing other models. She had been doing quite well, making some major in-roads both in front of and behind the camera, when she had fallen in love with Roger. Supposedly, her work was more mobile than his and so they had agreed to move to help his career prospects. Now, after more than a year in the city, his career was sputtering and her’s was considerably less developed than it had been. Their mutual resentments and insecurities had been building and it all came out in a vicious fight that had led to Vicky storming out of their apartment, screaming that she hated the fucking city they had moved to and she wished she had never married him!
That had been the day before. Vicky had come back that night, but they had gone to bed angry and she had left that morning for her work, silent and still resentful. This was the worst fight they had ever had in their brief marriage and neither of them knew how to handle it.
Roger wandered the streets, certain that his marriage was over. It was early evening in early summer, just past 6 PM, so the weather was hot, the sky bright. Just a few blocks away from their apartment, Roger stumbled onto a lesbian bar, the Pink Clam. It was the closest bar to his residence and he wanted to get drunk and drown his sorrows. Ordinarily, the security in the Clam would have thrown a straight man out on the street, but Roger’s forlorn expression convinced them he was not some gawker tourist, come to treat the bar’s patrons like zoo animals.
Roger ordered a drink, took his beverage, and hid himself in a booth in the corner. Two and a half hours later, he was still drinking. He was afraid that his gorgeous wife had left him and would never come back. He was afraid that when he went home, he would find a note explaining she had returned to their previous city. He cursed himself for coming to this city, for making her leave her home and career. He wallowed in self-recrimination and got drunker.
Roxie was the gorgeous, blonde bartender who had served Roger when he first came in. She was bisexual, though she leaned strongly towards women. Even so, there were times when she just wanted the feeling of a man’s hard, pulsing meat all the way up her fuckhole, stretching her out and filling her up. She relished the sensation of a man jerking and cumming deep inside of her cunt. This was one of those days and she regarded the despondent Roger as easy prey. He clearly needed cheering up; she needed a good, hard fuck from a man. It was easy to see how their respective needs could align.
She joined Roger in his booth after her shift.
“Hey, handsome, want some company?”
Roger looked up. The woman standing beside the booth was beautiful. Her blonde hair and blue eyes complemented a gorgeous face. But the thing that drew immediate attention was her incredible body. Her tits were massive and thick, perfectly but extravagantly proportioned to her tall, curvy figure. She was not wearing a bra, but her breasts hung firm and high and were clearly natural. Her bountiful chest reminded Roger immediately of his wife and he felt a stab of pain. The bartender’s cropped shirt fit like a second skin to her chest and exposed an enticing expanse of firm, naked belly. Her narrow, toned waist curved out into wide, muscular hips. Her legs were long and deliciously strong-looking, muscled and thick, sheathed in tight gym tights, tracing every inch of her womanly form and leaving little to the imagination. She was the perfect package, every bit as deliciously voluptuous as his gorgeous wife. Roger sighed. The bartender reminded him of Vicky. They were physically so much alike, almost identical. He felt his prick hardening.
“I wouldn’t mind some company,” he murmured. “But I’m afraid I won’t be good company for you.”
Roxie slid into the booth across from Roger. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?” She sat back, pushing out her chest, drawing attention to her thick nipples lifting the tight material of her t-shirt. “What’s the problem that brought you here tonight, handsome?”
Roger needed only a little bit of prodding. Soon, he was unburdening himself to Roxie, explaining how he and his wife had fought, how much she hated the city, how their careers were not going as well as they had hoped. He explained how they had never fought like that before and how she had left their home that morning without saying a word to him.
All of this sounded fairly mundane to Roxie, who had heard it all before and far worse. She was not too concerned for this man and his wife. She had no doubt they would work things out. Her concerns were more immediate. Roger was handsome, he was muscular and beautifully formed, and she was pretty sure he had a huge prick under his pants. She had a sixth sense for these things. She was getting more and more horny by the second. Roxie was not a homewrecker but, when it came to sex, she followed the policy that she did not owe any obligations to wronged spouses. She had fucked a lot of men and women in her past and that record included people who were in long-term relationships or marriages. If a man or woman cheated on their partner, that was their betrayal, not Roxie’s. She was looking out for herself and if she saw a piece of pussy or dick that she really, really wanted, she was going to try it out. She was everyone’s “type” and she usually got what she wanted.
Roxie turned on the charm and sent Roger all the right signals. It took him a while to pick up on what she was laying down, but when he did he became pleasantly distracted. This incredibly stacked, luscious-looking woman wanted to fuck him and he saw no reason to resist. The love of his life was gone, she was probably not coming back, and he needed and wanted the comfort of another woman’s body. He began to feel the familiar tension in his belly, the pressure in his loins. The idea of pinning this beautiful woman to a bed and driving his throbbing cock deep into her, all the way up her deliciously wet, hot, tight cunt made his head spin.
“Why don’t we go back to your place?” Roxie suggested, when it was clear that she had Roger hooked. The way her hard nipples were tenting her t-shirt made it clear that she was very aroused too. She leaned closer, until her breasts were almost touching his arm, and whispered in his ear. “I guarantee, my cunt is the hottest, tightest thing you will ever shove your prick into. A lot tighter and wetter than what your wife has.”
Roger grunted, his thick shaft swelling inside his pants. “Vicky is really tight,” he moaned. “Really, really tight.” The thought caused his prick to swell even more. He leaned back in his seat, his cock throbbing almost painfully, and began to count backwards from one hundred, trying to get his prick to deflate a bit, so he did not have to walk out of the bar with a massive boner bulging from his pants. “Give me a minute,” he moaned.
Roxie sat back, smiling, and played with her drink. She felt the heat in her genitals, she knew her thong was getting wet. She was looking forward to what she was going to do to this man in just a few minutes.
Roger and Roxie left the bar together, walking quickly back to Roger’s apartment, the man and the woman overflowing with lust. Roxie loved these moments of anticipation, the moments before she was penetrated and fucked, before a man buried his face in her luscious tits and sucked and bit, before he grabbed her muscular, perfect ass, and squeezed and gripped as he pounded her lush body.
The moment Roger had the door to his apartment open, Roxie ripped off her jacket and threw herself onto him. Roger grunted as he hit the wall beside the door. The weight of the bartender’s swollen, hard-nippled tits on his chest was intoxicating. He gripped her perfect ass tightly. The woman’s tongue invaded his mouth, then their lips sealed on each other and they kissed passionately, their tongues twining and pushing inside their locked mouths. The frantic couple helped each other strip, pulling off shirts, kicking off shoes. Roger grunted in ecstasy when he felt Roxie’s naked, warm tits squashing against his hard, bare chest, her thick, sharp nipples digging into his muscle.
By the time they reached the bedroom, Roxie and Roger had stripped each other almost nude, their clothing scattered on the path from the entryway to the bedroom door. Roxie was wearing only her black thong; Roger had only his briefs, which were bulging with the thick prick inside.
Roxie smiled as she slipped her warm hand into the man’s underwear and wrapped her fingers around the hot, throbbing shaft.
“Mmmm, this feels so good, baby,” Roxie purred. She squeezed the hot meat. Roger groaned in an agony of bliss as the woman’s grip intensified, sending a spike of pleasure rippling through his genitals. “I can’t wait to feel this big, thick cock up my hole. I’m going to squeeze you so hard with my cunt, I’m going to milk every drop of cum out of this fucking prick…”
“Oh God, yes,” Roger grunted. He slipped his hand inside of Roxie tight thong and caressed her completely bare-shaven twat. He ran his fingers into the wet, snug groove of her cunt and slid his finger on her deliciously slick vaginal lips. The woman’s meaty pudenda felt just like his wife’s luscious cunt and he moaned with anticipation.
Roxie dropped to her knees in the doorway and slipped Roger’s briefs down his legs. He stepped out of them. She smiled as she examined his cock at eye level. She squeezed the shaft again, then gently licked and kissed the tip of Roger’s prick. He groaned, waiting for her to start sucking and licking. Instead, she stood up. Pulling him by his huge, hard prick, she led him into the bedroom, turned him around at the king-sized bed, then pushed him over. Roger fell onto the bed on his back. He shimmied further up until his entire body was supported by the mattress. While he did this, he did not take his eyes off Roxie. As she watched him, she hooked her thumbs through the straps of her thong and wiggled her hips as she peeled the tiny scrap of cloth off her wide hips, down her muscled thighs and calves. She stepped out of the thong, caught it on one toe, and kicked it to the side of the room, where it landed in the doorway. Roxie stood gloriously nude, her hands on her powerful hips, her huge, thick tits jiggling and swollen with arousal. She was Amazonian perfection.
Roxie climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, her tits swinging enticingly from her chest. She crawled up beside Roger and lay on her side, her head propped on one hand, her other hand running down his chest to grip and stroke his cock. Roger moaned as he reached for Roxie, gripping her big tits and squeezing hard, planning to push her onto her back, spread her legs, mount her and fuck her.
“Not yet,” Roxie smiled, her hand on Roger’s chest, holding him back. She pushed him back into a supine position then moved down the bed until her face was directly over his engorged, twitching cock.
“I’m going to suck your prick, baby,” Roxie smiled. “I’m going to give you a blow job you’ll be dreaming about for the rest of your life.”
Before Roger could say anything, Roxie lowered her mouth onto his massive, pulsing cock, and took it all the way in, until the thick, meaty shaft head was lodged into the back of her throat. Her throat and mouth closed around the meat and Roger grunted in pleasure as the heat and wetness engulfed his prick, as the woman’s tongue lapped and slathered warm, slick spit on his member. Roxie’s head bobbed up and down on Roger’s cock. He buried one hand in her blonde hair and tried to control how her head moved on his cock, with little success. His other hand roamed down her curved back, running along her firm, curving ass. His fingers traced her ass crack and probed at her tight anus, her dripping cunt. The woman grunted and redoubled her sucking of his prick.
For long minutes, Roxie feasted on Roger’s massive shaft. She used her considerable skills to keep him right at the edge. His body trembled and twitched as the sensual overload began to build. Roger’s moans of pleasure grew more and more desperate. Roxie lifted her head from the shaft, licked and slathered its tip with spit, then pressed her thick, firm tits around the cock, compressing the meat with her hands on either tit. As Roger’s cock was enveloped by the titmeat, the tip of his shaft protruded from the top of the woman’s cleavage. Roxie kissed and licked the protruding head, sucking on it generously.
Roger could not take anymore. With a cry perilously close to a scream, his hips jerked as he came in a gusher of cum, his prick erupting like a volcano. Roxie had already fixed her lips over the steaming meat and she closed her eyes in pleasure as the hot ejaculate surged into her mouth. She used her hands to help regulate Roger, to keep his climax coming for as long and hard as she could. When he stopped shuddering, she raised her face from his dick and slowly drooled the entire cum-spit mess onto his tumescent genitals.
Roger gasped, his heart pounding, his body covered in a sheen of fine sweat. His prick was still thick, but definitely softer than it had been.
“Fucking God, that was good,” the man moaned. His body was still trembling with the release.
“It was,” Roxie agreed, “But we’re just getting started, baby.”
Roxie began stroking and fondling Roger’s balls, then slipped herself lower on his body and took each of his balls into her mouth and sucked gently. She continued to stroke and tease the slowly hardening prick. Roger twisted on the bed as the sensations began to burn through him once more.
It took another minute or two of careful ministration, but Roxie soon had Roger almost as hard as he had been before his orgasm. The woman was panting, her body on fire with need. She had held off as long as she could. Now, it was her time to reward herself for her patience.
Roxie sat up, then got to her knees. Smiling at Roger, she straddled him, slightly raised over his body, her naked, dripping pussy positioned directly over his swollen, twitching rod.
“Now, baby, I’m going to show you what a real woman’s cunt feels like.”
Roger did not have time to protest that his wife’s pussy was that of a real woman, too. An instant later, his breath caught in his throat as Roxie lowered her juicy, tight cunt onto his cum-slicked prick. The woman’s hot, wet cunt felt like paradise as his rock-hard cock slowly, agonizingly, penetrated Roxie’s furnace-hot, incredibly tight twat. He felt his prick sheathe itself in a prison of exquisite flesh, so hot and wet, so tight and thick. He felt their groins meet as he drove into her body to the hilt. The course fur of his pubic hair grated against the woman’s smooth, slick pudenda. He could see the lips of her cunt gripping and sucking the very root of his cock, where it met his belly. He moaned as the woman’s deep vaginal muscles squeezed and rippled on his shaft, torturing him, sending spikes of raw erotic electricity radiating through his body.
Roxie smiled and closed her eyes. She put her hands on Roger’s muscular chest and held on as she rocked her hips up and down, sliding his prick inside of her body. It felt wonderful, just what she had wanted. Roger’s member filled her to brim, stretching her cunt, penetrating her down to her core. She was fully impaled on a spear of hot, throbbing meat and she loved it. Roxie bit her lower lip and arched her back, running her fingers through her blonde hair, her big tits bouncing and quivering, her nipples like spikes, dripping with liquid. Roger gripped her big breasts and squeezed hard. Roxie cried out in pleasure as the man’s fingers twisted and pinched her hard nipples, filling her meaty glands with fire.
“Ah God, fucking God, yes!” Roxie cried out, her hips rolling as she bounced vigorously, riding Roger’s prick, working the thick shaft around and around in her core. She did not know how long she fucked Roger, but the fact he had gone off so recently gave him a bit more time before he came again. He was as hard as a rock. Roxie was dripping with sweat, her swollen, pulsating clit throbbing hard. Roxie reached down and caressed and stroked her hot sex nub relentlessly. She finally had enough.
Screaming in pleasure, Roxie came hard. She felt her inner muscles squeeze and ripple on Roger’s shaft. An instant later, she reveled in the feeling of his hot ejaculate releasing deep inside her as his hips jerked in ecstasy. She squeezed hard, keeping him going, drawing out her orgasm as much as she could.
Panting, Roxie lowered her body down onto Roger’s supine form. Her thick tits crushed into his sweaty chest. She kept his prick safely sheathed inside of her hot, juicy pussy. Her still swollen clit pressed into his belly.
“That was a good fuck, baby,” Roxie cooed. “But I’m not nearly done riding you tonight! I hope you’re up for a few more rounds.” She squeezed his shaft tight. She could feel it had softened, but she knew ways to get it back to full size and hardness.
Roger grunted as he wrapped his arms around Roxie’s lush, sweaty body, and rolled her onto her back. He began pounding into her, driving his hardening prick deep, pulling back, driving in again. Roxie moved in the opposite direction, her hips working hard. She gripped Roger’s ass, her fingers sinking into the meat. Roger reached under Roxie and filled his hands with her ass and held on as he fucked her savagely. Their bellies slapped, a hard, hot rhythm. Their grunts and gasps filled the room until they cut them off in a passionate, tongue-twisting kiss. Roxie and Roger both loved the feeling of their bellies slapping, of the woman’s thick, meaty tits squashed and rolling against the man’s firm chest.
Roger cried out and jerked hard, smashing into Roxie’s cunt, crushing the woman’s entire body with his own, as he came hard. Roxie moved with him, milking him, reveling in the feeling of his release inside of her. She had not cum herself, but she was not too far. Roger collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding, his weight pushing her into the bed.
Roxie braced her body and rolled the man onto his back, giving her the top position again. Smiling down at him, she rolled her hips carefully, working and working his shaft inside her core, using her deep vaginal muscles to massage his prick, trying to get him back to full stiffness. She felt it working, felt him getting thicker, harder. She stroked her own swollen clit, feeling the pressure building. Her body was filled with heat and need and she was so, so close to another delicious, excruciating climax…
“GET YOUR DIRTY CUNT OFF OF MY HUSBAND, YOU FILTHY BITCH!!”
The ear-splitting shriek came from the doorway of the bedroom. Roxie and Roger both turned their heads to stare at the sight. Standing in the doorway was Vicky, completely and gloriously nude, an expression of incredible rage, hate and utter shock playing on her beautiful face.

Vicky had left work late. She had been busier than usual and her new boss had wanted her to put in some overtime to complete a project that needed to be ready before the weekend. She was happy to do so. Her fight with Roger had been weighing on her and had left her depressed and angry. She was sure that she was not being fair to him, but she could not help how angry and helpless she felt. Still, she knew that she was blaming him for things that he could not control. He was a good husband and she loved him very much. She had planned to send him a text to make up, to at least send him the signal that things were good between them, but she had become distracted by her work. When she finally finished for the night, it was late, past 8 PM, but it was still light out. She decided to have supper at a restaurant near her work. She sent her husband a text but had received no reply. She found that a bit puzzling and irritating. Maybe he was not ready to let things go.
On the subway ride back home, Vicky decided what she would do to make up. She and Roger had makeup sex all the time, but this had been the worst fight ever. So, that meant they had to have the best sex ever. She grew more and more horny the more she thought about it. By the time the train pulled into her station, she had made up her mind. She was going to fuck her husband’s brains out. She would ride him so hard he would not be able to walk tomorrow!
Smiling at this thought, Vicky made her way home. The seven minute walk to their apartment seemed forever as she felt her libido build to overflowing. Her thong grew damp, her big tits grew hot and firm, her nipples stabbed into her silken blouse. She impatiently waited for the elevator, the delightful tension building between her legs. She rubbed her bare thighs together as the car rose to the 12^th floor. She smiled in anticipation. She was glad she had already eaten. Now, she planned to do a whole different kind of eating for the rest of the night. She let her imagination go wild as she thought about the delicious sensations of Roger’s big, hard, thick dick all the way inside of her body, the wonderful feeling of his cum filling her insides, of his powerful body grinding down on top of her, squashing her thick, meaty tits into her chest, his pelvis grinding into her clit… God, she could not wait to fuck him!
Vicky entered the dimming apartment. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost 10 PM. Immediately, she heard the grunts, groans and gasps emanating from the bedroom. She knew she was hearing the sounds of a man and a woman fucking furiously, but she did not think much of it. She and Roger often watched porn to give them ideas for their own sexual marathons and she assumed her husband was doing that now. He was probably jerking off. She was going to give him the fuck of his life!
Vicky pulled off her coat, doffed her high heels, and began stripping as she made her way across the darkening room to the bedroom door. In her excitement and in the fading light, she did not notice the clothing already strewn about the room. She snapped her mini-skirt off her hips and tossed it aside. She undid her blouse and let her big, firm tits bounce free. Her nipples throbbed, aching with need. When she reached the door she peeled off her thong and then entered the room. As her red thong hit the floor, she registered that it had landed on top of a black thong already lying there, just inside the door. Her moment of puzzlement did not last as she looked up and saw what was happening on the bed.
Her husband, Roger, was balls-deep inside some blonde bimbo she had never seen before in her life! The woman was on top of Roger, straddling him, a look of ecstatic pleasure on her gorgeous face, her blonde hair wild around her head, her beautiful body gleaming with sweat. Roger’s hands were filled with the woman’s big, thick tits. The blonde’s head was thrown back as she ran her one hand through her hair as the other fingered her clit.
Vicky’s shriek split the air.
The woman and Roger both looked at Vicky with dazed expressions on their faces. She had seen this from Roger before. He was so lost in the sensuous feelings wracking his body that he was not really aware of where he was. The fact that this woman was, clearly, an incredible fuck made Vicky’s rage spike even higher.
The woman’s eyes were clearer. She could register what was happening, though just barely. She had not yet had her climax for this round of fucking, Vicky realized.
Under other circumstances, Roxie would have immediately lifted herself off Roger’s cock, grabbed her clothing and left, apologizing all the way. She may not have felt she had any responsibility to wronged wives, but she was not going to get in the way when a wife caught her husband cheating. She certainly did not need the hassle.
Tonight, however, Roxie wanted this fuck, she needed this fuck, and she was not going to be blocked from cock by something like an angry wife. She had to have the prick that was now impaling her all the way to her core. Ever since she had started fucking Roger, she realized how much she had missed the sensations of sex with a man. She knew it was something she would get over, but she was too cock-hungry, at that very moment, to give it up. She knew that this beautiful, voluptuous, naked bitch screaming at her from the doorway wanted her to stop and she had no intention of doing that. Still cock-drunk, she squeezed Roger’s prick with her pussy, while staring defiantly into Vicky’s blazing green eyes. Roxie felt the man’s prick grow even thicker, bigger inside of her. She smiled and moaned with satisfaction and began to work her hips, using the rock-hard shaft to stir her insides, rubbing her swollen clit into the man’s pubic bone.
Vicky’s rage became incandescent. This blonde cunt was defying her, and doing it in the most insulting, challenging way possible!
Vicky crossed the room and climbed onto the bed. She crawled to the blonde whore riding her husband. She squatted behind the woman, pressed her heavy tits into the cunt’s back, and wrapped her arms around Roxie’s torso, just below the blonde’s bouncing tits. Roxie had completely lost track of the aggrieved wife, her mind and body filled with the delicious sensations emanating from her burning genitals, the pleasure filling her luscious flesh. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, her hands gripped Roger’s chest. Vicky pulled with all her might. At that moment, Roxie’s cunt was between sensuous contractions on Roger’s thick prick. Roxie’s eyes shot open as she felt her insides suddenly emptying of the delicious shaft she had been so enjoying. She registered the sensuous weight of two heavy tits on her back, something she had felt many times before, the sensation of two rock-hard nipples stabbing into her. Then, she found herself flung aside. She landed on the mattress on her chest and rolled over, onto her back. She stared up at the beautiful brunette who had interrupted her wild fucking with Roger. The woman’s green eyes were on fire as she glared down at Roxie, the sheer hate and rage burning like a flame. Roxie’s mind cleared as she stared into Vicky’s eyes. She could see the woman was about to pounce on her. She rose up to meet the challenge and defend herself.
For an instant, Vicky considered mounting Roger and impaling herself on his throbbing prick, to reclaim it for herself. But then her eyes locked with the blazing blue eyes of the blonde fuck whore she had just removed from her husband’s prick and she saw red. This bitch had fucked her husband, had tried to keep fucking him even after Vicky got home, had clearly given her husband an incredible fuck that had him almost delirious with pleasure. Vicky could not stand it! Only she had the right to fuck Roger into a coma! This whore had to be put in her place. Even more, the bitch had to be taught which of them was the better woman. In fact, deep in her own heart, Vicky sensed that she needed an answer to that question too.
With a shriek, Vicky hurled herself at Roxie. Roxie had taken a moment to examine the body of the wife she had made into an enemy and she was very, very impressed. The bitch was gorgeous, voluptuous, with perfect tits and a luscious body and a thick-lipped, totally bare, strong-looking cunt. The lesbian inside of Roxie thrilled. In the moment before Vicky landed on her, Roxie could have moved and avoided the impact that was coming. She decided not to. The idea of locking up with the wronged wife, skin to skin, body to body, tit to tit, was suddenly very, very appealing.
Roger came to his senses and clambered off the bed as he heard the sensuous splat of voluptuous, womanly flesh impacting on equally voluptuous, womanly flesh. Vicky’s and Roxie’s incredible bodies slammed together deliciously. Roxie grunted, the sound a mix of pain and delight. The feel of Vicky’s naked body on her own was every bit as erotic, every bit as stimulating and exciting as she had hoped. The brunette’s heavy tits crushed hard and tight to Roxie’s equally big, firm tits. Their taut bellies flattened, so tight and hot that their navels sucked and held. Roxie twined her powerful legs through Vicky’s legs. Their muscles strained, locking their writhing bodies even more tightly. The women wrapped arms around their rival’s back and seized the other woman’s thick, long hair. Nose to nose, eye to eye, the beautiful vixens shrieked in rage.
“YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU FUCKING, FUCKING CUNT!!”
“DAMN YOU, GODDAMN YOU, YOU DIRTY FUCKING SLUT!!”
Roger watched from the side of the bed as the two incredible, wonderfully naked women became a voluptuous catball on the bed. Their bodies writhing, legs twined and straining, they rolled back and forth, Roxie on top, then Vicky, then back again. Though they came dangerously close to rolling off the bed, they managed to stay on.
Roger gulped as he watched, from the side, as the women’s equally massive tits mated, the thick, meaty glands quivering with tension and pressure as they contested their counterparts’ mass and firmness. None of the four trembling balls of meat were ready to surrender as they compressed between the women’s struggling chests. The women slapped and scratched at each other’s backs and asses, seeming to take particular pleasure in scoring their rival’s perfect, flexing ass whenever they were on the bottom of the catball. They were now cheek to cheek, their eyes shut tight, their gorgeous faces contorted in pain and rage.
“Fuck you, fuck you, you slutty CUNT!”
“Fucking whore! Fucking, fucking WHORE!”
The raging catball slowed down, but not because the women were getting tired. Their pants of anger and rage were starting to change in tenor, their gasps and grunts took on a different timbre. Roxie writhed powerfully in Vicky’s arms, keeping their firm bellies hot and tight, feeling their navels sucking and releasing, then sucking again, their muscular abs rippling. She felt the intense heat in her tits. The women’s meaty, massive tits rolled against each other furiously, thick meat struggling and pulsing, but now they massaged each other deep, slow and hard. Their nipples were docked, the rock-hard, fleshy spears sealed and sucked and throbbing with exquisite electricity, locked nipple hole to nipple hole, radiating pleasure. Powerful legs trembled as they flexed muscle to muscle, but both women were now more aware of the intense sensations building between their legs, the throbbing, aching heat filling their engorged clits.
Roxie and Vicky continued pulling hair, continued hurting each other, but they were now undulating, their bodies moving slow and hard but never separating, rubbing and rubbing, silken, sweaty flesh to flesh, Vicky on top, their bodies rippling. Their shrieks of rage turned to gasps and pants and, soon, moans of pleasure and lust. Both women felt every inch of their skin in contact with the other vixen, they felt the sensual, sexual heat filling them, the erotic electricity racing through their muscles, setting their genitals, their tits, their pulsing clits on fire. Their hands ran over hot flesh, caressing, scratching, squeezing, grasping round, taut asses.
Vicky’s and Roxie’s faces were pressed cheek to cheek, facing towards Roger. Vicky raised her head to look down at Roxie. Roxie turned her head to glare up at Vicky. Their burning, hungry eyes met. They pressed nose to nose, almost lip to lip, their hot pants, their groaning moans passing as hot breath between their red, wet lips.
“You fucking, dirty, cunt-eating whore,” Vicky moaned.
“You cunt, you slutty tramp,” Roxie retorted.
At the same moment, both women licked their dry lips. Almost inadvertently, their slick tongues touched. A bolt of pure erotic electricity shot through Roxie and Vicky, a spike of intense pleasure jolting their luscious bodies, setting their tits harder and hotter, jaggedly heating their bellies, finishing deep in the core of their clits. The clitoral rings of their genitals, the mass of intense female nerves that formed the hidden core of their clits, set on fire. Their need became absolutely unbearable.
Roxie and Vicky did not resist. They turned their noses and slid their tongues deep and hard into the other’s mouth, locking up in a spitty, tongue-tying kiss, a passionate, lustful merging that sent shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through their bodies, demanding more and more and more.
As the women locked into the deep, passionate, groaning kiss, Roger watched intently from the side of the bed. He knew that his wife’s past had included sexual encounters with women and she had often told him that she was bisexual, but she was never clear as to what that meant to her or how deeply she really was into other women. Roger began to masturbate furiously as he watched the two voluptuous women writhing and wriggling on the bed, their moans of pure pleasure filling the room. The women were wrapped up so tightly it hard to tell where one woman’s body ended and the other began. Their bodies wore the same unbroken tans, exactly the same golden brown shade. Every inch of flesh, every atom of their bodies were engaged, head to toe, meeting and fucking as they twined their legs together. Their mouths never separated. Instead, their kiss grew deeper, more intense, more furious. Their tongues lapped ferociously, fighting and struggling.
Between their legs, the women spread their thighs and offered their steaming, soaking cunts to each other. Swollen, pulsating clits met and stroked head to head, sending a wave of pure and excruciating pleasure roaring through the women’s trembling bodies. Roxie and Vicky screamed into the other’s mouth but refused to break the kiss. Instead, hands fixed to their rival’s ass, the women kept stroking, stroking, clit to clit, pleasure to pleasure, beating incredible ecstasy into the other’s perfect body.
Roger left the bedroom and entered the living room area. He found his phone in his discarded pants and returned to the bedroom. He began recording the women as they fucked, determined to keep a record of this fantastic erotic encounter.
Gripping each other’s asses, their slick, hot inner thighs sliding deliciously, their slick, hot pussy lips caressing, their clits rubbing and jousting, never separating, Vicky and Roxie fucked furiously. They kept kissing, kissing, their tongues moving in time to their struggling clits. Their slowly writhing, undulating bodies grew wet with sweat.
Roger watched the erotic spectacle before him, absolutely enthralled. He came again and again, shocked at how long the women’s sexual struggle went on but hoping it would not end any time soon.
The women kissed ferociously. Their clits rubbed and rubbed, their tits rolled and struggled, their bellies rippled. Their bodies began to tremble and quiver from head to toe as terrific sexual tension built inside of them, tension that demanded release. They seized their rival’s ass more tightly and began to jerk their hips harder, faster, struggling to get the other woman to surrender first.
Finally, as one, Roxie and Vicky broke their kiss. They screamed and screamed in sheer agonizing pleasure as incredibly intense, giant orgasms ripped through their bodies at the same moment. Clinging to each other, their fuck lips kissed and sucked as deeply as their mouths had been, Vicky and Roxie moaned in agony and ecstasy as they ejaculated again and again into each other, sharing the exquisite sensation of cumming into the body of another woman, of feeling another bitch’s steaming ejaculate entering and searing and merging and mixing. Their hot, wet inner thighs grew drenched with shared cum.
For almost two minutes, the beautiful women trembled, fingers digging into their rival’s perfect round ass, pulling each other as deeply into their own cunt as they could. They orgasmed three, four times, each release more intense and pleasurable then the one before. Teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, almost overwhelmed by the ecstasy, Vicky and Roxie collapsed in each other’s arms, their lush bodies plastered together from head to toe.
Roger watched the spent women as they rested cheek to cheek, eyes closed, mouths partly open, messy hair tangled and partly concealing their faces. They panted furiously, their voluptuous bodies gleaming with the sweat of their exertions. Well, my birthday has come early he thought to himself. He put aside his phone and began to make his way to the bed for what promised to be a threesome to remember.
Roxie and Vicky turned their heads and glared into each other’s blazing, hate-filled eyes. Nose to nose, almost lip to lip, the women sneered and snarled.
“You fucking little cunt,” Vicky hissed. “You think you can come into my house and fuck my husband? He’s mine, you dirty slut, his prick belongs to me!”
“Fucking bitch,” Roxie retorted. “You can’t stand that I gave your husband a better fuck than he ever got with you! I’m better than you in every way, from tits to clits to cunts! And Roger deserves the best cunt he can get!”
“Dirty whore! Let’s see which of us really has the best cunt!”
“Gladly, you fucker!”
Roxie surged from beneath Vicky, rolling the brunette onto her back, muscling Vicky’s powerful thighs apart. Glaring eye to eye, hot breath mixing with their pants, Roxie slid her juiced up twat into place on Vicky’s equally hot, slimed fuck lips. The women moaned in shared, mutual agony, as intense spikes of pleasure filled their bodies. They moved their swollen, twitching clits into position and began jousting, fuck horn to fuck horn, each touch sending a spasm of ecstasy coursing through their bodies. Their vaginal rings lit on fire once more and their clit to clit fuckfighting soon had every inch of their bodies at war with every inch on the other woman.
Roger watched all of this in astonishment. He now understood that the women were not fucking merely for pleasure and certainly not out of any kind of affection. They were hate-fucking, the most intense hate-fucking Roger had ever seen. More than anything, they were fucking to see who was the better woman.
Roxie and Vicky did not kiss, at least not at first, but they continued to glare eye to eye, moaning, panting, groaning, cursing each other as they fucked and fucked and fucked. Tears filled their eyes as the struggle went on, as the intensity of the sexual pleasure filling their bodies became unbearable to both women. Still, their asses kept pumping, their clits kept struggling, their bodies dripped with sweat. Finally, trembling, almost convulsing with tension, Roxie threw back her head and shrieked in pure bliss. Vicky howled with her. The women pulled hair and bit and clawed at each other as their voluptuous bodies locked and held each other almost immobile, quivering waves rolling through their lush forms as they ejaculated into each other over and over and over.
“Oh God, oh god, Oh Fuck!” Roxie moaned.
“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck!” Vicky gasped.
Roger could not be sure, but he was fairly certain that this most recent series of orgasms was even more powerful than the ones the fuckfighting women had experienced before. Roger glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight. The women had been fucking each other for almost two hours. Roger wondered how long they could keep it up. He knew from experience that Vicky was almost sexually insatiable, but he feared she may have met her match in the blonde bartender. Certainly, Roxie seemed to equal his wife in every other physical sense.
After a few minutes, Roxie rolled off of Vicky and the two women lay side by side, their gorgeous bodies soaked in sweat, their thighs wet with hot ejaculate. Their hair was tangled and matted. They were incredibly erotic sex goddesses.
“Are you ready to submit, you fucker?” Roxie asked, her breath ragged. She hoped that the answer was “no.” The intense pleasure she and this whore had given to each other may have surpassed any other sexual pleasure she had felt before, and that was saying something. She felt like some enormously powerful sexual beast had been unleashed inside of her, she felt like a predator, and this woman was her rival, the beast of her own species that she had to overcome and force into submission. They were fighting over territory, over where they lay on the sexual hierarchy. Nothing could be more primal, more savage. If the bitch did submit, Roxie intended to keep riding her, to take a long, hard victory fuck, to take all the pleasure from Vicky’s luscious body that the slut could give. She was sure Vicky intended to do the same to her.
“I’m not even close to tired, cunt,” Vicky replied. “We’re going to be at this all night, so I hope you don’t have any other plans. We’re going to fuck until you can’t walk, you bitchy whore.”
Roxie rolled to a sitting position, her eyes blazing. Vicky rose to meet her. The women sat across from each other, their legs spread, displaying their hot, naked pussies to the other in a show of female power and intimidation.
“I’m all up for an all-nighter, you cunt,” Roxie hissed. “I’ve ridden more bitches down than you can count. I’m going to show you what a real woman’s pussy feels like.”
“Give it to me, you little slut!” Vicky snarled. “My cunt is going to suck your stinking twat inside-out!”
“Prove it, fucker!”
The women’s wet, steaming genitals slammed together and locked with wet hiss of turgid flesh and deep suction. Their swollen clits stabbed and twisted, the electrical nerves feeding heat and sensation into their deep clitoral nerves surrounding their succulent twats. The women braced their hands behind them and shoved with all their power, their big tits jerking, their powerful, muscular bellies rippling, as they fucked savagely.
“Unnnnhhh!!”
“Arrgggghh!!”
“Unnmmmm!!”
“Ohhhhhhh!!”
“Fuck you, fuck you, you dirty whore!”
“Damn you, damn you, you fucking slut!”
The women spread their legs wider so they could push up even more closely. Their huge, quivering tits crushed, they arched their backs and slapped their sweaty bellies together. Vicky and Roxie reached around their rival’s jerking hips and gripped the other woman’s perfect, flexing ass. They held on as they pounded and thrust at each other, clit jousting with clit, hot bellies rippling, navels sucking, thick tits rubbing and massaging relentlessly, hard nipples scraping and stabbing, succulent titflesh crushing and merging with succulent titflesh. The pleasure built in waves and the women gripped the back of the other’s head tightly and pushed their rival’s snarling, hateful face into a savage, passionate kiss.
Moaning, grunting, kissing furiously, the women rode each other viciously, both determined to fuck the other into submission, to overwhelm their adversary with raw pleasure and sheer sexual stamina. Their asses worked powerfully, grinding their swollen clits mercilessly, pounding raw pleasure into their adversary. They pulled hair and scratched asses, they broke their kisses to curse and snarl, then locked up again. Roxie and Vicky went at each other like two wild animals.
Their throbbing clits knotted into one and the women shrieked uncontrollably as their genitals pumped ecstasy into their bodies non-stop. The women threw back their heads and cried out. They pulled hair, they bit the other’s neck. They finally screamed in erotic bliss as they came with excruciating force. Roxie and Vicky fell onto their backs, still locked at the cunt, and bucked hard, their backs arching high, forming a bridge between their writhing bodies, their hips and asses twisting and thrashing, their screams of pleasure harmonizing, their big tits jumping and jolting, spraying sweat as they bounced furiously on the women’s chests.
“FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, WHORE!!”
“DIRTY CUNT, FUCKING DIRTY SLUT!!”
“AAAAHHHHHHH!!”
“UNNNNGGGGHHH!!”
“CUNT!!”
“FUCKER!!”
The writhing, jerking women pumped orgasm after orgasm out of each other. They moaned and screamed and gasped as their bodies undulated in concert, grinding cunts and clits until they could not take any more. After a few minutes, their asses fell back to the bed and they gasped desperately as they struggled to stay conscious.
Roger watched, holding a hand towel over his pulsing cock as he masturbated furiously. He groaned in ecstasy as he ejaculated hard, his balls throbbing with the intensity of his arousal. What he had witnessed and recorded would fill many nights with personal pleasure.
Roxie floated on a cloud of bliss. Her body vibrated, every nerve burned hot. She could barely stay conscious. Part of her wanted nothing more than to sleep, to recuperate from the unbearable pleasure her body had endured. Another part of her wanted more, wanted the delicious, sensuous battle to go on and on.
Vicky hovered on the edge of unconsciousness, too. Like Roxie, her body was burning, aching with pleasure and sensory overload. She could not remember ever having been as incredibly stimulated and aroused as she was now. She fought through the haze of erotic bliss. She remembered her anger, her rage, at finding her husband fucking this blonde whore. She needed to prove to both of them, to all of them, that she was the better woman, the superior fuck. She needed to reclaim her husband, to destroy this challenger to her territory, her womanhood. She swore to herself that she would not stop fucking the blonde cunt until the whore surrendered to her.
Groaning with effort, Vicky pushed herself up on her elbows and twisted her body away from Roxie’s, separating their sealed twats. The women grunted as their genitals peeled apart.
Vicky crawled towards Roxie’s supine body. She glanced at the clock. It was about 2:30 in the morning. They had been going at each other for nearly five hours, with neither woman yet conceding the battle.
Roxie saw Vicky coming. Part of her rejoiced, part of her feared that the other woman was truly inexhaustible. But she spread her legs wider in welcome, signaling her determination to keep fighting.
Vicky mounted Roxie slowly, sliding her lush, sweaty body onto the blonde’s equally voluptuous form, lining up her body’s sensitive erogenous zones with those of the blonde vixen. The women moaned in shared pleasure as their bodies mated once more. Vicky’s huge tits squashed down on Roxie’s, their wet bellies slapped tight. Vicky slid her dripping, cum-slick twat directly onto Roxie’s naked pudenda and grunted with joy as she felt their hard, pulsing clits meet and crush, head to head.
The fuckfighting women cried out as their bodies fused. Roxie twined her legs through Vicky’s and arched her back, driving her hot genitals harder and more firmly into Vicky’s twat. The women stared deep into the other’s eyes as they felt their vaginas suck. Roxie gripped Vicky’s ass tightly, sinking her fingers into the ass meat.
“More, you little fuck,” Vicky whispered, her voice hoarse and tired. “We keep going until you beg me to stop.”
“That will never happen, cunt,” Roxie whispered back. “My pussy against your’s, no matter how long it takes.”
Nose to nose, panting into the other’s partly open mouth, eyes locked, the women moved in concert, hips and asses rising and falling, rock-hard clit to clit, electricity racing through their tired bodies as they resumed their fuckfight. Despite their bravada, both women could feel they were approaching their limits. The question was who would be forced to submit first.
Lip to lip, Roxie and Vicky resisted kissing until they could not resist any more. Slowly, Vicky lowered her mouth onto Roxie’s. They tongued each other slow and hard, their slick, pink probes moving in synch with their jousting, twisting clits. Vicky’s dark hair covered their faces like a curtain, tangling with Roxie’s blonde locks.
The pleasure rose in the fuckfighting women, pressure growing and growing, their bodies slowing down as they thrust but constantly moving, asses rising and falling, their whole bodies fucking each other from head to toe. They never broke their savage, hateful kiss, even as tears streamed down their faces, as their moans and groans grew more desperate. Sweat poured from their perfect bodies, soaking the sheets. Roger, watching raptly from the side, was not sure where one woman’s luscious flesh ended and the other began. Their bodies twisted and twined, undulating powerfully, like mating snakes.
After nearly an hour, Roxie suddenly broke their passionate, hateful kiss, and shrieked like a banshee as she came, crying out in despair. She spread her legs wide in surrender, then planted her heels on the bed and bucked hard, ramming her clit with Vicky’s engorged sex horn, grinding and rubbing clits as hard as she could, trying to prolong and increase the intense pleasure of the devastating multiple orgasms wracking her body.
“OH GOD, FUCKING GOD!!”
Vicky kept pumping her ass, rubbing and rubbing her clit with Roxie’s equally hard fuck horn, trying to ride the other bitch into submission. But the writhing, bucking vixen under her was too stimulating. Throwing back her head, her beautiful face a rictus of sexual agony, Vicky shrieked in ecstasy. Her body went rigid as she injected her hot cum into the gushing pussy of the blonde, ejaculating like a fire hose.
“FUCK, FUCK, FUUUCCCKKK!!”
Holding each other desperately, pulling hair, biting and clawing at each other, the women locked even tighter and pumped orgasms into each other until, finally, they could not go on. They collapsed, both sobbing with pleasure and passion, teetering on the edge of passing out. With a despairing moan, Roxie felt the darkness take her as her mind shut down, finally unable to handle the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.
Vicky lay twined and sprawled on top of Roxie’s wet, pliant body for several more minutes. The victorious wife was barely able to move. She barely kept herself from passing out. Finally, she rolled off of the blonde and lay beside her rival, her tits jiggling lustily as she panted.
Roger watched everything avidly. He could tell it was not yet over. One of the women still had to submit, to accept her defeat.
After a few minutes, Roxie stirred. She opened her eyes, looking blearily at the ceiling. Vicky did not waste any time. She reached out, twined Roxie’s thick blonde hair through one hand, and pulled the beautiful bartender’s face down to her own. Roxie grunted and protested, but she did not resist. Nose to nose, the women glared hatefully into the other’s eyes.
“Say it, you fuck,” Vicky snarled.
Roxie resisted, her blue eyes flashing with rage. Vicky pulled the blonde hair tighter. Finally, Roxie conceded.
“Fuck you, you whore. You’re the better woman. You’re the better cunt.”
“Good. Now, show me that you mean it.”
Pulling Roxie’s hair even harder, Vicky pushed the blonde woman down Vicky’s sweat-soaked, cum-streaked body, until the bartender’s face was directly over Vicky’s cum-saturated cunt.
“Eat me, fucker. Eat me out until I cum in your face.”
Roxie did not need much encouragement. The blonde lowered her face into Vicky’s naked, bare-shaven twat, and eagerly ran her tongue up the dripping fuck slit, cleaning it out, delving deep, lapping at the labia, fastening her lips over the fuck mouth and sucking up all she could. She wrapped her lips around Vicky’s pulsing clit and sucked hard, then caressed the hard nub with her tongue, torturing the bud with all the skill she possessed.
Vicky used both of her hands to push Roxie more deeply into her pussy, even as her hips bucked slowly and she rubbed her cunt into the blonde’s face, rotating her hips. Vicky threw back her head and moaned in joy and victory, loving the intense, exquisite sensations burning up from her aching, battered cunt. This was pure paradise!
Roxie settled into her eating, stretching her body out from Vicky’s pussy, her legs bent at the knee, her bare feet pointing towards the ceiling. For another ten, fifteen minutes, Roxie devoured Vicky as thoroughly as she could. She may have lost their fuck contest, but even in her submission, she had the ability to control her rival, and she intended to enjoy that power.
“GOD, GOD, FUCKING GOD, YES!!” Vicky howled. She came hard, gushing into Roxie’s face. The blonde took as much of the cum as she could into her mouth, holding it without swallowing. She kept licking, rubbing Vicky’s trembling clit, torturing the victorious bitch with as much pleasure as she could force onto the brunette.
Finally, Vicky pulled on Roxie’s hair, forcing the bartender to stop what she was doing, and move up Vicky’s body. The blonde covered the brunette, their perfect bodies aligned and eclipsing each other again. She locked her mouth to Vicky’s mouth and emptied the cum into the other woman’s maw. Their tongues thrashed and pushed as they slopped and sucked the hot cum back and forth, seasoning it with spit, their kiss getting sloppier and messier.
Vicky pulled Roxie’s face away from her own. Their red lips were linked by strands of spit and cum. The beautiful vixens glared into the other’s gorgeous face, pure hate and raw, animal lust contending for space in their expressions.
“Get your diseased cunt out of my bed and out of my apartment, you bitch,” Vicky breathed. “If I ever see you anywhere near my husband again, I’ll fuck you to death.”
Roxie considered a retort, but she decided to let it lie. She had lost their fuckfight. She had submitted to the superior cunt.
Her eyes flashing, Roxie slid off the bed. Without looking at Roger, she gathered up her clothing. Her legs felt weak, her pussy was sore and throbbing with heat and the desire for revenge, but the battle was over.
Roger moved towards the bed. His prick was at full size, twitching with hardness and arousal. Vicky opened her arms and spread her legs, reaching for her husband.
As she shrugged into her t-shirt and tights, Roxie heard grunts and moans, the creaking of the bed, and the unmistakable sound of a hard, thick cock moving inside a wet, tight cunt. She snarled a bit. That was what she had wanted for herself. However, she had to admit that the fuckfight with Vicky had been one of the most intense, pleasurable sexual experiences of her life. Maybe the most pleasurable.
Somewhat unsteadily, Roxie walked down the hall to the elevator. It was now past 4 AM. It had taken most of the night for her and Vicky to work out which of them was the better woman. Roxie fought back a surge of fury. She hoped, prayed, she would have a chance to avenge her womanhood. For now, she had to accept that, this night at least, she was second best.

The End (For now)