Wildcats: Tara vs. Carrie

Wildcats: Tara vs. Carrie: Part I
Carrie McRae wiped her hands on her weathered dress and stood up straight. She placed her hands on her lower back and arched her spine, stretching to release some of the kinks. The stretch caused the faded material of the dress to pull taut against the rounds of her impressive chest, even as it was indented by her thick nipples. It was going on mid-afternoon, and quickly becoming too hot to do much more work outside. Carrie had been painting a fence but she decided to take shelter from the sun. She walked across the yard toward the big, old barn on the other side. She removed her straw hat and dipped a towel into a bucket of water sitting near the barn door. She used it to sponge down her head and neck. She squeezed a trickle of water down between her beautiful, massive breasts and sighed with pleasure as the cool water traced its way down her sweaty cleavage, onto her bare, flat belly, pooled in her deep navel for a moment, before continuing to the tuft of blonde hair just above her womanly slit. Her blue dress was loose on her but the bagginess did little to conceal her incredible body.
Carrie used a ladle to treat herself to a much needed drink. As she was sipping at the water, she noticed a cloud of dust in the distance. A carriage or horses were coming up her road. These clouds had become much more common over the past year, as construction for the railroad began to take shape.
Carrie gave herself a quick once-over. She was naked under the frayed dress and she did not want to give any strange cowboys a free show. The collar of the dress was low, revealing a great deal of her bulging tits and tan skin. She usually did not bother wearing underwear when she was doing chores, especially in the summer heat. The dress went down to her just above her ankles, so she figured it provided enough coverage. She continued her work for another 15 minutes, until the carriage came clattering up to the front of the big house that dominated the yard. A well-dressed man and woman stepped out of the carriage and immediately unloaded a few bags. The man paid the carriage driver and the transport clattered away.
Carrie walked over from the barn, pulling on a straw sun hat. It looked like these people were paying customers. The big house provided her with a bit of income as a place offering bed and board. Right now, she had no guests. She was a little too far outside of town to be convenient. But, again, she was hopeful that would change as the trains started bringing in more business and the town expanded.
“Hello, folks,” Carrie said to the well-dressed couple. The man was tall, clean-shaven and ruggedly handsome. It was hard to pin down his age, though he was probably not over 30. He was wearing a sharp brown traveling suit, dusty boots, a black, wide-brimmed hat and a large-buckled belt. She saw immediately he had two guns strapped to his hips and she caught the flash of a shoulder holster inside his coat. She was immediately wary. This man was some kind of gunfighter, but she did not get the sense he was threatening to her.
The woman immediately seized Carrie’s attention. She was wearing a dainty hat that was pinned to the thick red braids set up on her head. The woman’s face was beautiful. The woman’s cream dress and matching coat were tightly buttoned up, but they did not hide her prodigious chest. The dress hugged and emphasized the red-headed woman’s serious curves and long legs. Her green eyes locked with Carrie’s blue eyes. A shock of tension passed between the two women.
Carrie was a very beautiful woman herself. Her present state of dishevelment somehow enhanced the wild, natural sensuality that she kept barely contained. Her large breasts shifted easily under her loose dress, bouncing visibly inside the revealing collar. The worn dress pulled tight against her muscular thighs as she walked. She was not put together like a society woman, but her meager clothing enhanced a kind of animal magnetism that was no less impressive than the sculpted beauty of the redheaded woman.
The two women locked eyes and, for a moment, each beautiful woman appreciated and evaluated the erotic presence of the other. Neither was sure what had passed between them or what was developing now, but they both sensed something was happening. The tension put them both on edge. They shared an instant dislike.
“Hello,” the redhead said. “My name is Tara Wells. My associate here is Mr. Blackthorne.” The man tipped his hat at Carrie. She could see that his eyes were roaming over her voluptuous body appreciatively. “Mr. Blackthorne is my traveling companion and my bodyguard.”
“Pleased to meet you, ma’am,” Blackthorne said with a friendly smile.
“Pleased to meet both of you,” Carrie nodded. “What can I do for you? Are you here to rent some rooms for the night?”
“Yes, we would like one room,” Tara replied. Carrie did not let anything show on her face, but this was an uncommon request. She was not surprised that Tara and her bodyguard were sleeping together, but it was unusual to be so open about it. “A large room, please. But I am also here to discuss business with the operator of this establishment. I take it that is you?”
“Yes,” Carrie replied, a bit puzzled now. What kind of business could she have with this woman? Maybe an offer on her house and property?
“Perhaps we could arrange to meet this evening, after supper?”
“Uh, sure,” Carrie frowned. She decided to let the matter drop, for now. “Let me help you with those bags. I’ll give you the big room on the top floor.”
Carrie grabbed a bag. She was impressed to see that Tara took another bag. Blackthorne was left with only one other bag to carry.
As they headed into the house and up three flights of stairs, Carrie learned that her guests had come in on the train from Portland. She opened the door to the top floor bedroom. It was a large space with a big double-bed, a fireplace, a wash station, a sitting area and a small desk facing a window with a great view of the countryside and forests beyond.
“For a bit extra, I can prepare hot baths for you,” Carrie offered.

“Yes, thank you, that would be wonderful. One for each of us, please,” Tara replied. She threw her hat on the bed and went to look out the window. Blackthorne pulled out his wallet and handed Tara a one dollar note.
“I hope this covers the cost of the baths and the help with the luggage,” he smiled. His voice was deep and pleasant. Carrie caught him looking down the opening of her dress, taking in her spectacular bare breasts, as she was bending down to put the bag on the floor. She locked eyes with the man and favored him with a small smile.
“No charge for the help and, yes, that will pay for baths for a week,” Carrie confirmed. “I’ll give you a schedule and you can mark when you would like to bathe. Supper is at 6. You can come down then to the main dining room. Until then, please feel free to explore the main floor. There is a library down there and the newspaper is only a few days old. Or walk on the property. It has a lot of beautiful forest and dips down to the river on the south side.”
“I’d like to bathe before supper, if that is possible,” Tara said.
Carrie nodded. “I’ll get that ready and let you know.” She looked at the man. “And you, Mr. Blackthorne?”
“No, I’ll just washup here. I’ll bathe tomorrow and put it on your schedule.”
“Great.”
As Carrie was leaving, Tara called out, “Could you and I meet at 7, then?”
“Yes, that should be fine.” Carrie turned and walked out of the room. She was thinking about preparing the evening meal. The first thing to do, though, was to get a fire going to heat the hot water. She decided that if she was going to the trouble of preparing a hot bath, she might as well have one herself, later that night.
She went out to the back garden to get some vegetables, then started up the wood-burning furnace she used to heat the water tank. Soon, she had a tub of steaming, scented bathwater ready for her guest. Carrie went back up to the top room and knocked on the door. “The bath is ready, miss. Use it whenever you’d like, but it’s hot right now. It’s on the main floor.”
She heard muffled sounds from behind the door, then an out-of-breath voice called out. “Thank you! I’ll be there shortly.”
Carrie smiled. It did not take much to figure out what her guests were doing behind closed doors. But a part of her also felt a small spike of jealousy. It had been quite a while since she had last had a man’s thick cock between her legs. She put it out of her mind and went back to her business.
Later in the afternoon, as she was preparing the meal, she heard the sounds of someone coming down the stairs. Shortly after, she heard the sounds of the water running in the bath and splashes coming from the tub. She noted it had taken some time for the woman to come down to her bath. Blackthorne must have a lot of endurance in the sack, Carrie decided.
Carrie cleaned herself up before the meal and changed into a more presentable white dress. At least her tits were not spilling out of this dress, she thought to herself, but it still sported a low-dipping collar. She was proud of her breasts and she did not mind showing them off, especially to a woman like Tara Wells. Carrie smiled a bit at her sudden competitive streak. She wondered why the redhead was evoking those feelings in her. She let down her hair and brushed it out. She had long, thick golden hair that her estranged husband always told her was her best attribute. Right after her tits, hips, legs and pussy. He was always a charmer.
At 6, her guests came down and they made pleasant conversation over a meal of roast beef, potatoes and carrots. It was all very basic, but Carrie assured the others that the meals would become more elaborate once she had a chance to go into town the next day and do some shopping for better kinds of food. They assured her that the meal was very good and they did not need more elaborate food.
Tara had let her hair down. Her long red locks cascaded down her back. She was also wearing a comfortable-looking blue dress that hugged her curves in a flattering way. The collar on the dress was low and revealed a healthy amount of lush cleavage. Carrie noticed the woman’s big tits shifting under the dress and caught a flash of calf when she walked. She suspected the redhead was mostly naked underneath.
Blackthorne was dressed in a comfortable looking white shirt and some soft pants. He had left his guns in his room, though Carrie was sure he had some kind of firearm secured in the light jacket he was wearing.
The two boarders and Carrie enjoyed the comfortable meal and pleasant conversation. However, under the surface, Carrie felt a bit apprehensive. The woman, Tara Wells, did most of the talking. She asked probing questions about the difficulties involved in running a small farm and boarding house by herself. Blackthorne was mostly quiet, except to pipe in occasionally with an anecdote to illustrate or expand on some other part of the conversation. Carrie answered the questions as best she could. Ordinarily, this was information she would easily share. But something about the situation made her more guarded than usual.
At 7, after supper, Carrie led Tara into the house library, a large room just off the main door. The two women sat down. Blackthorne had elected to go explore the property. The sun would not set for about another two hours, so there was enough daylight. Carrie had let him use one of the old horses she kept in the barn.
“So, what is this business you need to discuss with me, Miss Wells?”
The redhead pulled a document out of a valise she had brought down with her to supper. She passed the document to Carrie, who took it and looked at it quizzically.
“What’s this?” She held it up to the light. She scanned the document. She noticed the address of her house. Carrie’s eyes snapped to that spot on the page and she began reading.
“That is a deed to this house and the surrounding property,” Tara began. “I won this from a gentleman named Arthur McRae in a poker game in Seattle. I believe that this entitles me to take possession of this property.”
Carrie’s eyes flashed up and locked with those of the beautiful woman across from her. The green eyes stared back, completely clear and cool.
“What?” Carrie snapped. “That good-for-nothing pig left me a year ago! He took off with some whore! He has no right to gamble away my house and land!”
“I understand how you feel that way, Miss McRae,” Tara continued. “But the fact is that I have a piece of paper proving that I legally own this property.”
Carrie was enraged. She could barely contain her anger. She wanted to throw herself at the redheaded bitch across from her and tear out the woman’s hair by the roots, but she managed to restrain herself.
“What do you want?” Carrie finally asked. This might be some kind of shakedown.
“From you? Nothing at all,” Tara smoothly replied. “This house is right on a piece of land that is going to become much more valuable in the near future. My intention is to sell the property once the area prices start to climb. I have no objections to you continuing to live here until that happens or to you making a bid for the property when it goes on sale, but I would be very surprised if you could afford to pay the price that I intend to ask for the house and land.”
Now Carrie did see red. “You’re ‘letting’ me stay here? In my own house? Do you know how hard I’ve worked to keep this place going? And now you’re just barging in here, planning to throw me out, so you can sell it?! And you won it in a card game?!!”
Carrie’s voice was getting louder and angrier with each word. She could not believe this was happening.
“I understand how you feel, but the law is the law and business is business.”
Tara’s cold, clinical attitude was too much for Carrie to take. Her violent temper exploded. With a screech, she leaped to her feet. Before Tara could react, Carrie hurled herself at the redheaded beauty, determined to inflict some damage.
“You bitch!!” Carrie cried. Her hand lashed out and she slapped the beautiful face in front on her with an open-handed blow. Tara screamed out in pain and surprise, raising her hand to her stinging cheek. “You fucking bitch!!” Carrie struck with her other hand, catching Tara on the other side of her face, whipping her head to the side.
Both of Tara’s cheeks stung furiously. The redhead was shocked by this attack, but she was not the kind of woman to cower when faced with physical violence. She lashed out with her fist and punched Carrie hard in the stomach. As the blonde doubled over, Tara pulled up a leg and kicked Carrie away.
Carrie stumbled back several feet. Tara got to her feet, her eyes blazing with rage.
“You cunt!” Tara shouted. “How dare you strike me! Little bitch!”
She lashed out and caught Carrie’s face in a vicious, ringing slap that almost turned the blonde around. Carrie’s face burned, but she grew only more enraged. Screaming, she threw herself at her enemy, determined to sink her claws into the red hair and tear it out at the roots. Tara screeched as she hurled herself at Carrie. Both women went for the other’s hair. Sinking their fingers deep into their enemy’s thick, luxurious locks, they pulled furiously, yanking each other’s heads back and forth, as they struggled for control. Their powerful, voluptuous bodies rocked and lurched, their massive, unrestrained tits bounced furiously, and their muscled legs strained to maintain balance. Carrie was astonished that a city woman’s body seemed to be every bit as strong as her work-hardened one, but part of her appreciated this. She wanted this bitch to fight back so she could spend more time beating her to a pulp.
Tara cursed herself for not being more careful. Blackthorne had suggested being around when she broke the news of Carrie’s impending eviction to the blonde woman. However, Tara did not think that Carrie would react so violently so quickly. Most people needed to build up to that point. Tara was angry at herself for misjudging the situation so badly. But, deep down, another part of her thrilled to what she was doing now. She was a woman who had fought many catfights in her time and always secretly enjoyed them, much more than she would care to admit. Maybe getting Carrie into a catfight was something she had wanted from the start.
The first time she had met Arthur McRae, the seed was planted. She had wandered into a bar in downtown Seattle, one of her favorite places for playing high-stakes poker. She was wearing a forest green dress that left her golden-hued shoulders exposed and was held in place by her considerable breasts. The deep cleavage displayed was a distraction for the best players. Tara’s perfect tits were impossible to ignore.
She was making her way to a table to buy into a game when she overheard a man at the bar. He was well-dressed but his clothing was a bit shabby, worn too often and too long. What attracted her to him was the glowing way in which he was describing his wife, a woman he had evidently abandoned at some point in the past year. The man’s eyes were shining rapturously as he described his erstwhile wife’s charms.
“She’s beautiful, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said to an attentive group at the bar. “She looks fine in a dress, but when she is naked – my God, there is nothing like it. She is perfect. Just gorgeous.” The man traced his lamented wife’s hourglass figure with his hands. “And, my God, she was incredible in bed. God gave her an unbelievable body and she knew exactly what to do with it.” He sighed wistfully, clearly regretting his loss.
“So why did you leave her?” asked someone at the bar.
“Because she’s also a hellcat and a real nag. She wanted me to do all kinds of things around the house and the property. She had big plans about what we could do with the house. And I just am not a handyman. Plus, well, even the most beautiful pussy can seem old when a man is tempted by some new, willing little thing.”
All the men at the bar laughed.
Slightly intrigued, Tara swayed up to the bar, her hips swinging provocatively. Arthur McRae’s eyes almost bugged out when he saw her.
“Your wife sounds very impressive,” Tara purred, her smile dazzling, her green eyes like deep pools. ”How do I measure up to her?” She put her hand on her hip and cocked it. Her tits jiggled deliciously.
Arthur looked at her appreciatively, but he seemed to be giving the question honest consideration. “Meaning no disrespect, ma’am, I would have to see you naked to really answer that honestly.” The other people at the bar hooted. Tara grinned.
“My wife cleans up really nice,” the man continued. “If she put on that kind of dress, I think she would give even you a run for your money. But it’s when she has nothing on that you can really see what that woman is about.” Again, the man’s eyes glazed over in memory. Tara was surprised to feel a spike of jealousy. But then the man came back. “But you’re definitely the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen since I left Oregon!” The people at the bar hooted again and Tara smiled wider before going on to the poker table.
It was later in the night that Arthur joined the game and later still that she cleaned him out completely, causing him to put up the deed to his home for a final stake. Afterwards, he had begged her to return the deed, but a little bit of research revealed that the railroad was coming through the area and that the house and land around it would soon explode in value. Tara held onto the deed and made arrangements to come to this area and sell her new possession. But, in the back of her mind, there was also a building curiosity, a desire to see if Arthur’s abandoned wife really was as spectacular as her wayward husband made her out to be. Tara was very proud of her beauty, of her own reputation as the most gorgeous woman in any room, and the mythical woman Arthur worshiped got her competitive juices flowing.
When Tara had gotten off the carriage in the front yard and saw Carrie, at first she had been disappointed. Carrie was dusty and sweaty and her golden hair was a mess under her straw hat. But Tara looked more closely and quickly realized that these superficial factors actually enhanced the raw, animal sexuality of the blonde woman. Her ill-fitting dress was tantalizingly revealing, and what it revealed were hints of a body every bit as incredible as Arthur had claimed. Over supper, Tara had seen that the other woman did, indeed, clean up nicely. Deep inside, she felt the thrill of a challenge.
And now, here she was, exchanging blows with the blonde beauty. She had even sent Blackthorne away, so the chances of him intruding on their battle was small. Yes, her own mind worked in mysterious ways and her subconscious knew what her conscious mind refused to admit.
The two hellcats pulled each other around the parlor, screaming and spitting, hissing and growling, yanking viciously at the other woman’s beautiful locks until both women’s hair was loose and tossing wildly around their heads like unkempt manes. Tara used one hand to punch and claw at Carrie’s torso. She punched the blonde in the woman’s massive tits. Carrie screamed then returned the blow. Both women grabbed each other by the collar and tore open the front of the other’s dress almost to their navels. Their massive tits bounced freely, nearly spilling out of the openings.
Tara finally pushed Carrie away. Two meters apart, the two women panted and gasped, their eyes locked, both seething with rage and hate. Their bulging tits jiggled with every ragged pant. Their hard nipples tented the taut fabric, confirming that neither woman was wearing a bra. They were both filled with the raging desire to lock up with the other bitch.
“I’m not done with you, fucker,” Carrie snarled, pushing the hair out of her eyes. She looked wild and savage.
“I’m just getting started with you, bitch,” Tara growled in reply. She also pushed her red hair out of her face and brushed away the sweat trickling down her forehead. Both women had assumed wide-legged stances that strained their dresses. Impatiently, Carrie reached down and ripped her dress on the side. Her bare, powerfully muscled leg sprang free. She gathered up the torn fabric and tied it into a knotted tail on her hip. The dress fit snugly to her ass but barely covered her crotch in front. The act left her muscled legs completely exposed and free to move. She reached down and removed her shoes and stood barefoot, ready to sink her claws and teeth into her enemy and fight to the death.
Tara was not about to be outdone. She also ripped her dress from the hip all the way down her leg, relieving the restraining pressure. She tied the hanging fabric into a knot on her hip, getting it out of the way of her perfect, beautifully muscled legs, tying the dress just below her crotch. She reached down and unlaced her shoes, then threw them aside. In moments, the two women had been reduced to a primitive state, driven by their most primal instincts to dominate the other.
With their dresses torn and their legs free, naked almost all the way up to their crotches, Tara’s panties were exposed. They were simple white baggy panties, entirely appropriate for the dress. Carrie did not appear to have the same bunching cloth covering her privates. Tara realized the blonde woman was naked under her dress. The redhead refused to enter a battle like this on anything but equal terms with her enemy. Sneering at Carrie, she reached down and stripped off her panties, throwing them into the corner of the room, next to her shoes. Now the women were ready.
With a howl, the voluptuous redhead and blonde threw themselves at the other. They interlaced their fingers and locked hands. They strained, palm to palm, only for a few moments before they released their grips and wrapped their arms around each other. Tara and Carrie pulled the other in tight. Their massive tits crushed hard, the meaty titflesh surging out of the ripped-open collars to mash and rub directly, thick, dense flesh to flesh. A shock of pure erotic sensation rippled through both women and they groaned in unison. Their tan, bare legs tangled and knotted and they fell to the ground in a wriggling heap. Their naked legs thrashed and twined, then locked and strained, powerful muscles in quivering stalemate. The women reached up and pulled hair. They began to roll, their writhing bodies grinding furiously, their throbbing, aching tits rubbing and crushing, the bare flesh of their thrashing legs hot and slick. They locked into a ferocious catball and rolled from one end of the parlor to the other. They knocked over lamps and bookstands. The rug on the floor twisted out of place and chairs and tables shifted as their struggling bodies churned their way around the room.
The parlor filled with the sounds of pants and moans and curses as Tara and Carrie fought to overpower each other. Their powerful, luscious bodies undulated sinuously, twined into a knot of exposed flesh and tense, trembling muscle. Forehead to forehead, eye to eye, their gorgeous faces were etched in mutual hate. Their beautiful bodies dripped with sweat, soaking their dresses, making their skin slick and hot, but the women fought on, bucking and writhing as they rolled back and forth.
At some point, while she was on the top of the slowly rolling catball, Tara realized one of her massive tits had almost fully freed itself from her dress, and the thick nipple was exposed. The meaty gland was pressed tight into Carrie’s equally thick, dense titmeat. Tara shifted her throbbing orb until the nipple scraped along Carrie’s breast, digging into the meat as it moved, sliding into Carrie’s dress and finding its hot, hard counterpart. The women’s naked nipples crushed and rubbed, releasing an electrical charge so powerful that they screamed in unison. Gasping, crying out in shared pleasure, the women increased their grips on each other, their legs twisting even tighter.
“You dirty whore,” Carrie breathed raggedly.
“Fucking cunt,” Tara shot back.
The women rubbed their naked tits, deliberately grinding the meat as hard as they could. The erotic sensations were almost unbearable, especially to Carrie, who had been deprived of sensual contact for some time.
It got even worse when their dresses, already ripped and falling apart, began riding up, partly revealing both women’s asses and genitals. Neither battling Amazon had realized how exposed they were. Their lower bodies were already alive with the sensual stimulation from their churning, naked legs. On the bottom of the catball, Tara gripped Carrie’s powerful ass and realized that she was feeling more flesh than she had expected. A moment later, Carrie thrust down and delivered a solid pussy punch. The women gasped as they felt the thick mats of their pubic hair crushing and twining, as they felt the shock of the near impact on their swollen cunt lips. If either had tilted her pelvis just slightly, they would have had a direct meeting of twat to twat.
Tara and Carrie froze, both suddenly aware of what they were doing, how close they were to fucking each other. Their eyes locked. Tara realized this was what she wanted. She bucked up, returning the pussy punch. Both women grunted, their eyes glowing with shared rage, but also a touch of excitement.
“You fucking slut,” Carrie breathed.
“You cunteating whore,” Tara snarled back. They pushed at each other, feeling their bushes tangle, sensing the heat radiating off the other’s genitals, feeling the tension build within their lush, hungry pudenda…
Then Blackthorne stepped into the room.
When Blackthorne entered the parlor, he saw the incredible sight of two wild women, their luscious legs twined like vines, their torsos plastered together, their faces nose to nose, glaring and panting, snarling and gasping, pulling hair. Carrie was on top at that moment.
The man pulled the sweat-soaked, disheveled women apart with considerable difficulty. They did not want to let go of each other. Both wanted to keep fighting. He finally managed to pry them apart and held Carrie back as she strained to get at Tara. He held Tara back with his other arm.
“You fucking cunt!” Carrie screamed, rage contorting her beautiful face. “I’ll kill you, I swear to god, I’ll kill you before I let you take my house!”
“Bitch! Fucking slut!” Tara shot back. “I’m going into town tomorrow and I’m getting an eviction notice! I’m going to see you out of here on your fat ass if it’s the last thing I do!”
“Ladies, please,” Blackthorne pleaded. “This is no way to settle this dispute. Please, calm down and we can talk this out.”
“Fuck you,” Carrie snapped. “I want both of you out of my house.”
“This is my house, cunt,” Tara hissed. “We won’t be going anywhere!”
The women had calmed down, though both were like livewires, the slightest provocation enough to set them at each other’s throats again. They pulled their dresses back down to cover their crotches. They glared at each other from across the room. The women’s eyes roamed the other’s body. They were standing in shredded dresses that were barely staying on, their massive tits were almost exposed, their legs were naked, their feet were bare. They knew they looked like raging hillbillies, not decent, upstanding citizens. But neither woman cared.
With Blackthorne holding Carrie back, Tara gave the blonde a final glare. She grabbed her shoes and panties, then stomped up the stairs, her bare feet slapping, and slammed the door to her room.
Blackthorne released Carrie. The blonde woman looked around her ruined parlor. Now that the surge of rage and violence had passed, she seemed a bit stunned. Blackthorne began straightening up some of the furniture and picking things off the floor, but Carrie stopped him.
“Please, just go,” she said. “I”ll fix things here.”
He nodded and went upstairs to the room he shared with Tara. When he entered, he saw Tara standing naked by the washbowl. She was wiping the sweat and grime off of her magnificent, naked body. She started a bit when she saw him, then continued to clean herself up.
Blackthorne sat in a chair in the sitting area and watched her for a moment. “Well, that didn’t seem to go well.”
Tara did not respond for a moment. Secretly, she was pleased. She had found her fight with Carrie thrilling. A part of her had really wanted that confrontation and a growing part of her wanted more. But she sighed. “No, but I should have expected it. Well, things will be uncomfortable from now on, but I knew that would happen. Tomorrow, we’ll go into town and start working on an eviction notice.”
Blackthorne nodded, then looked out the upper storey window. The sun was getting low in the West. In another hour or so it would set, casting the world in a glorious orange glow.
Wildcats:Tara vs. Carrie: Part II
Carrie tidied the parlor and then went to her room on the second floor, two floors below her guests. She stripped off her ruined dress and pulled on a robe. She went to the tub room on the main floor and had a nice, warm bath, as she had planned. The water was hot; she had been warming it since the afternoon. She hoped the hot bath would relax her and take her mind off the terrible events of the evening, but nothing could do that. The thought that she could soon be out of her home, that she could lose what she had worked so hard to maintain ever since her deadbeat husband had fled, filled her with rage and despair. To lose it all to a cunt who won a piece of paper in a poker game! It was too much.
Carrie retired to her bedroom. Naked, she brushed out her hair sitting in front of her dresser. She examined herself in the mirror. There were a few bruises, a few claw and slap marks, but nothing too serious. Carrie knew that she was a beautiful and voluptuous woman. She had been told this her whole life and she had eyes. She knew that her body was incredible, but she had never been tempted to make her living with her body and her beauty. She had been underestimated her whole life because of her beauty and her personality was not one that could use that prejudice to her advantage.
She pulled on a full-length nightshirt, the only thing she wore to bed, and slipped under the sheets. She did not know what tomorrow would bring, but she was apprehensive about having to face the two intruders in her house in the morning.
As her thoughts wandered over the day, she felt her mind going back to the fight with Tara. Part of her hated that she had given into her rage so easily, that she and the other woman had ended up rolling around on the floor, biting and clawing and tearing at each other like animals. But, as she remembered the feeling of being locked body to body with the redhead, she was left breathless by a surge of arousal. She remembered the sensations of their meaty tits meeting and struggling, mass to mass, of bare, sweaty titmeat crushing and sliding on sweat, of naked legs interlocked and straining, flesh and muscle against flesh and muscle. She remembered rolling and rolling, bodies writhing, warring with each other. The sensation of bare nipple grating on bare nipple, the feeling of pubic hair tangling, the heat from a burning cunt so close to her own hungry twat…
Carrie gasped. Her body was amazingly aroused. It had been many months since she had last had close physical contact with another person. Several months before, she had taken one of her boarders to bed. She had ridden him all night, draining him dry, exploding on him and under him like a volcano. What she had done with Tara seemed almost the same to her, but without a satisfying conclusion.
Carrie tossed and turned. A little after 11 PM, she heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway. She listened carefully. From the weight, from the sound of how they fell, she guessed it must be Blackthorne. She tensed. She wondered if he was planning to come and kill her. It would a convenient way to nip in the bud any conflict over the property. The thought flared to life in her mind and she began to reach for the pistol she kept in her night table. But the footsteps passed her door. She relaxed. Blackthorne was going downstairs. She listened hard. After a few moments, she thought she heard the kitchen door to the back porch opening and closing. She wondered what Blackthorne was doing.
After a few minutes, Carrie got up from the bed. Her bare feet were cold on the hard wooden floorboard. She considered bringing her gun with her, then decided against it. She left her bedroom, walked carefully down the hall, and crept down the stairs to the kitchen. She stopped at the kitchen door and looked out on the back porch. Blackthorne was sitting in one of the porch chairs, staring up at the night sky and smoking a cigarette. He was wearing a shirt that was open to the air and a pair of boxer shorts. His long legs were stretched out in front of him and his feet were bare.
Carrie watched him for a moment. She pushed open the door and stepped out onto the deck.
Blackthorne started, then nodded at her. He relaxed back in the chair. “I beg your pardon, Miss McRae,” he said. “I hope my creeping around the house did not disturb you.”
“No,” Carrie said, standing beside the chair. She did not move to sit down on the other, adjacent chair, but remained standing, looking out at the yard and the forest beyond. The moon was only a crescent, but it illuminated the world in a fairy glow. “I was already disturbed.”
“Yes, I suppose that is so. I am sorry for the situation in which you find yourself…” he began. He stopped. Carrie had come to stand directly over him. She stared down at him. He could not read her expression in the dark, but he had enough experience to know what was coming next.
Without hesitation, Carrie began to undo the buttons on her nightshirt. In moments, the garment hung open. Blackthorne could discern the outlines of a voluptuous naked body. Carrie reached up and slipped the shirt off her shoulders. She bunched it up and threw it onto the neighboring chair. Blackthorne let his eyes roam over the incredible body displayed before him, glowing in the moonlight. Carrie was perfection itself. Her heavy tits hung thick and round before him, the nipples engorged. Her belly was flat and beautifully muscled, sculpted in lightly defined ridges. Her legs were muscular and shapely, her hips wide and inviting. She was standing with her legs slightly apart and he could see the outline of her cuntlips, he could see the shadings of her juicy slit. He felt his erection almost erupt from his boxers.
Carrie dropped to her knees before the erect man. She wrapped his swollen phallus in her hand through his shorts and squeezed gently. The man gasped. She began pulling his shorts down his body. Blackthorne raised his butt off the chair and Carrie quickly slipped the shorts over and down his ass, down his legs, and threw them aside on the porch. Now he was naked, except for his shirt. His massive prick swelled up like a rock-hard column from between his legs.
Carrie stroked the shaft carefully, gently, caressing it with expert fingers. “It’s nice and big,” she whispered. It had been a while since she had taken an aroused cock so enormous between her legs or in her mouth. But she was more than ready for it. Carrie lowered her head and began licking the man’s shaft, then sucking it carefully, her tongue teasing the tip of his prick, exploring the sensitive flesh around the head. She licked the cock from root to tip, covering it slowly in a coating of spit, biting and nibbling gently at the throbbing shaft. She reached down and fondled and licked Blackthorne’s balls, sucking gently on each one as he trembled with pleasure.
Carrie moved so she was closer to the sitting man, then swallowed his engorged penis, taking it all the way into her throat. Blackthorne moaned, almost overwhelmed by the sensation as his cock was surrounded by the hot, wet suction of Carrie’s mouth and throat. Carrie’s heavy tits pushed onto his knees. He grabbed her hair and guided her head up and down on his prick. Her teeth gently scraped the pulsing flesh. He moaned in ecstasy as she carried him to the edge.
Just when Blackthorne felt he would explode, Carrie released him. She sucked and licked at his cock a bit more, then kissed the head and sucked hard, before getting back on her feet. “Lie down on the deck,” she ordered.
Blackthorne slid off the chair and removed his shirt. Completely nude, he lay down on the deck. His cock throbbed, aching with the need for release. It pointed straight up at the sky. Carrie squatted over him, her feet on either side of his hips, and gripped the massive shaft in her soft hand. She squeezed again, stroking the thick meat, then slowly, slowly, lowered her wet, aching cunt down onto the man’s swollen prick. Blackthorne groaned as he felt his incredibly sensitive cock swallowed inch by exquisite inch by the hot, wet, incredibly tight twat of the beautiful woman on top of him. Carrie slowly impaled herself on the man’s massive shaft. She savored the sensation of him sliding all the way into her, of his cock forcing itself into her tight, strong slit, splitting and stretching the succulent meat. She finally sat down completely, her pubic hair mingling and tangling with the man’s. He was balls-deep inside of her. Carrie rocked her hips, moving herself up and down on the massive cock, squeezing and releasing with her inner vaginal muscles, massaging the thick shaft. Blackthorne reached up and filled his hands with her massive, bouncing tits, squeezing and massaging the dense meat, twisting the hard, nipples and caressing the rough areola. Carrie moaned and cried out. She arched her back and ran her hands through her lush mane as the pleasure built and built in her core. Her body glistened as beads of sweat broke out over her smooth skin. She twisted her hips as she rode Blackthorne, using his monstrous cock to churn her insides, to stretch and probe her inner vaginal walls, to stroke her most sensitive inner nerves. Her clit pulsed, radiating fire through every nerve in her lush body. She reached down and sank her fingers into the man’s muscular chest. Blackthorne moaned and gasped, his cock swollen to its fullest size, the pressure in his dick almost unbearable, the electric sensations rippling through the pulsing flesh filling him to the breaking point.
Carrie threw back her head and cried out as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. Her cunt spasmed, squeezing and releasing, clamping hard on the shaft buried in its depths. She came hard, squirting out on Blackthorne’s stomach and crotch. At the same moment, the man shouted an agonizing groan and came hard, releasing his hot ejaculate deep in Carrie’s core, bucking his hips in ecstasy. She grunted in pleasure as she felt the powerful discharge inside of her.
Carrie collapsed onto Blackthorne’s chest. They were panting raggedly. Sweat slicked their satiated bodies. Blackthorne ran his hand on the curve of Carrie’s perfect back, down to her glorious, heart-shaped ass. He ran a finger up and down her ass crack, stroking her, teasing her anus. His still-hard prick throbbed deep inside her hungry twat.
After a time, Carrie pushed herself up. She stood up and released the man’s prick from her hungry pussy. His softening penis slid out of Carrie’s body. A thick strand of ejaculate connected Carrie’s pussy to Blackthorne’s prick, but she snapped it with her finger and sucked it up.
“Thanks,” Carrie said. “I needed that.” She picked up her nightshirt and pulled it on. She buttoned up some of the buttons in the middle, but left most of them undone. Her tits jiggled in the waxing light of the moon, her hard nipples indented the white fabric.
“Thank you,” Blackthorne said. He got to his feet, a bit unsteady. The woman was a tremendous fuck and he felt drained. “I’d better get back to bed. I don’t want Tara to miss me.”
“No, you wouldn’t want that, would you?” Carrie said. She sat down on the deck chair and crossed her bare legs. She said nothing else. After a moment, Blackthorne found and pulled up his shorts, pulled on his shirt, and went back inside.
The man made his way up the stairs to the top floor. He slipped into the bedroom. He listened carefully and heard Tara breathing deeply. Blackthorne stripped his shirt and shorts and returned to bed. He debated cleaning himself off at the washstand, but decided doing so would probably wake Tara. Besides, he and Tara had already fucked several times this evening. He was sure she would not be able to detect his recent transgression. He was asleep moments after his head hit the pillow.
Beside him, Tara stirred. She could smell the pungent odor of fresh cum, male and female. She knew the female scent was not hers. She knew exactly what had happened. She was not even slightly upset about Blackthorne’s lack of loyalty. She expected no more from the man. But her entire body shivered with powerful sensations of lust and erotic energy. What Carrie had just done with Blackthorne was a challenge directed at her. Tara was more than ready to answer it.
Leaving the sleeping man in the bedroom, Tara made her way into the hall. She was wearing a long sleeping shirt almost identical to the one Carrie wore. She was completely naked under the shirt.
Barefoot, she padded down the long halls of the house and made her way down to the second floor. She paused outside of Carrie’s room, but something told her the blonde was not there. She thought about it. She knew that Blackthorne went for a smoke. That meant the front or back porch.
Tara continued through the dark house, descending the stairs to the first floor. She moved as quietly as she could. She went to the front porch first and looked out. No one was there. She made her way back to the kitchen and looked out onto the back porch. A powerful sensation roared through her body when she saw Carrie sitting in one of the deck chairs, staring up at the crescent moon.
Tara took a deep breath. She checked her entire body. She was powerfully aroused. Her tits were thick and heavy and tingling, her nipples were engorged, a powerful throbbing heat was spreading through her body from her pulsing clit. Her pussy was wet and hot. Tara opened the door and stepped out on the porch.
Carrie looked up when the other woman appeared. Their eyes locked. A powerful surge of energy roared through both women. Any lingering doubts either woman had about what they were about to do washed away. What they had started this evening demanded to be settled. Now, they were going to settle it in the most intimate way two women could.
Tara stood beside the chair where Blackthorne had been sitting. The women stared at each other for one, two minutes. Their chests heaved as their bodies grew more excited, more ready for the impending confrontation. Tara began to unbutton her nightshirt. In moments, it was open all the way down. Slowly, her eyes never leaving Carrie’s, she pulled the garment off her shoulders, then dropped it in the chair beside her.
Carrie’s eyes roamed hungrily over the magnificent woman before her. She licked her lips. Tara’s body was incredible, every bit as beautiful and voluptuous as her own. This woman was her equal in every way. Carrie felt threatened deep in her womanhood, but she was also excited beyond words at this primal challenge. Somehow, even the prospect of eviction did not matter in that moment. All that mattered was matching herself against this bitch and fighting it out.
Carrie’s body was on fire. The fuck with Blackthorne had been, at best, an appetizer. This was the main course. She stood up and faced Tara. She undid the buttons on her nightshirt and slipped it off. She dropped it in her chair.
Carrie and Tara studied the other’s nude body. Tara had to grudgingly admit that Arthur McRae’s assessment of his wife’s beauty was remarkably accurate. Tara was a stunningly beautiful and voluptuous woman who was aware of her own beauty and body. Tara felt that the bitch before her challenged her body in every way. She had to know which of them was the better woman.
The nude women continued to stare at each other, examining and comparing every inch of the other to herself. To their mutual irritation, neither could find any flaw with her rival, any way in which the other woman was not her equal. Their heaving chests and panting breath revealed their growing arousal. Just as Tara was about to close the distance between their luscious bodies, Carrie held up her hand.
“Let’s do this in the forest,” Carrie rasped. Her throat was tight with tension. “There’s more room there, and we won’t have to worry about the noise.”
Without waiting for an answer, Carrie walked to the porch stairs, then down to the yard. She crossed the sandy ring that acted as a driveway for carriages and stepped onto the grass beyond. She continued, heading towards the line of trees not far from the main house.
Tara followed Carrie into the trees. The blonde woman was walking a well-trodden path. They traveled about another 30 meters until they came out in an open glade. Carrie moved into the middle of the glade, stopped and turned around. Tara walked up to her and stopped about a meter away.
The crescent moon shone down on Tara and Carrie as they faced each other. Their bodies trembled in anticipation of what they were going to do to the other. They could not wait any longer. They had teased and taunted enough. Their patience was gone. They both needed body to body contact. They needed to fuck.



Wildcats: Tara vs. Carrie, Part III
Tara moved slowly towards Carrie, her chest thrust out, closing the distance. Carrie moved to meet her. The women came together, swollen nipple to nipple. They gasped loudly as electricity flowed through their bodies, sparking in every erogenous zone, shocking their throbbing clits. Their nipples seared and seemed to melt into one. Their nipple holes locked and fused. The pulsing heat in their mammoth tits grew hotter. Panting hard, Tara put her hands on Carrie’s smooth, bare hips; Carrie wrapped her arms around Tara’s narrow waist. Gazes locked, eyes glowing, the women pulled each other in tightly, mashing their throbbing tits, trying to crush the other. The thick, meaty glands resisted compression. Their burning nipples pushed each other back into the dense titflesh. Their rough areola rubbed hard and tight. The women tightened their grips, slowly compressing their thick, taut tits. They arched their backs slightly and their flat bellies slapped together. They were pressed nose to nose, sharing panting breath. The pressure in their bulging chests fed directly into their aching clits. Their powerful thighs pushed tight, columnar muscles trembling, until both women shifted their legs and thrust a thick, smooth thigh into the other woman’s hot, soaking cunt. They felt their slick pussy lips sucking at the strong muscle, kissing it wetly. Bristly cunt fur scratched at the smooth flesh.
Gasping, panting with feverish lust, Carrie and Tara moaned loudly. Their bodies were on fire. A sheen of sweat broke out on their silken skin as the tension grew. Their hearts pounded with excitement.
“When I met your husband, he couldn’t stop going on about how beautiful you are,” Tara whispered at Carrie. “He said that when you are naked, you are the most beautiful woman he’s ever met. Maybe even more beautiful than me. He said the only way he could compare us for sure is if he saw me naked.”
“You’re seeing me naked. You’re feeling me naked. What do you think?” Carrie whispered back. “Do I meet your expectations? Do you think your body can match mine?”
“I’m not disappointed. You’re everything I hoped you’d be, and more. But I’m better than you,” Tara purred. “We need to test ourselves against each other.” Her eyes glinted. “I want to see if what you’ve got between your legs can handle what I’ve got between my legs. I want to see if your tits can take on mine.”
Carrie pushed their panting faces even closer, making their lips touch. “My tits are better than your tits. My cunt is better than your cunt. My whole body is superior to your body. I’m going to prove it right now.”
“Let’s fuck, you cunt,” Tara moaned.
“Gladly, you slut,” Carrie hissed.
The women spread their legs, lining up their thick thighs, and tilted their pelvises forward. They slipped their hands around the other’s waist and reached down, grasping their opponent’s round, strong ass tightly. Their thick mats of pubic hair tangled and meshed, binding them together. Their pussies dripped and throbbed, their fully aroused clits swelled out of their enraged cunts. Pushing forward, thrusting with their hips, the women brought their burning clits together. Thousands of nerves exploded on contact as their most exquisitely sensitive erotic weapons licked hard and tight.
“Oh, FUCK!!” Carrie gasped, throwing back her head, her eyes wide in astonished pleasure.
“OH GOD, YOU CUNT!!” Tara cried out, her body wracked by the incredible sensations.
For an instant, the beautiful women disengaged, their eyes sharing their mutual shock and apprehension at such an intimate, powerful contact. Then, their eyes narrowed. Snarling in unison, Tara and Carrie thrust their pulsing clits together again. They screamed in unison as the excruciating pleasure wracked their incredible bodies, but neither backed away. Steeling themselves, they began to fuck. Their powerful asses rippled and flexed in microscopic thrusts as the women twisted and flicked their clits over and under, corkscrewing the unbearably sensitive nubs around and around, rubbing and grinding them head to head. Their bulging tits crushed tight and hot, their nipples burned with the searing heat and tension radiating from the clit on clit duel. The women snapped their mouths into a tongue-thrusting, violent kiss. They sucked and swallowed spit back and forth, their tongues twisted and knotted in imitation of the battle between their exquisite clits. Drool overflowed their mouths and dripped down to their quivering cleavage, but the women were too caught up in their shared lust to break the kiss.
Tara and Carrie sank their fingers into the other’s rippling ass and pulled harder and tighter. Their muscled bellies rubbed constantly, hot skin to skin, navels sucking. Their voluptuous bodies grew slick with sweat as the erotic struggle raged on and on. Their inner thighs dripped with sweat and cunt juices. Their enflamed pussies trickled a constant stream of pussy juice to the ground, splattering their bare feet. Grunting and moaning, gasping and groaning, the women fucked clit to clit, each determined to break the other with her body, to destroy the other woman with her cunt.
Tara had never imagined pleasure like this. The continuous rubbing of clit to clit filled every nerve in her body with electricity and every muscle with heat. She wanted desperately to cum, but she pushed down the incredible orgasm growing in her core. She was driven on by a primitive need to dominate her rival, to sexually devour her challenger.
Carrie had the same reaction. Her perfect body trembled with the pure ecstasy being inflicted upon it by the other woman’s clit, but her need to overpower her rival kept her thrusting and grinding back, even as the pleasure was almost more than she could bear.
The women struggled in their stand-up fuck for more than 30 minutes, fucking and fucking, grinding clits mercilessly, their incredible bodies slapping and slipping in sweat and cunt juice. Their cries and moans, their screams of pleasure and desire, filled the moonlit clearing. The strength began to leave their powerful legs. Overwhelmed by the erotic sensations, Carrie and Tara slowly crumbled to the ground, their bodies at war, both women intent on fucking to the finish. They fell to their knees, still pressed together from clit to tit, writhing and grinding their nude bodies. Realizing what they needed to do to fullly engage their fuckfight, the women reluctantly separated their clits and dropped to their asses. They spread their legs wide and scissored, left legs over rights, cunts perfectly aligned.
“Oh God, I’m going to fuck you so hard…” Carrie panted, her eyes blazing as they devoured Tara’s succulent cunt.
“I’m going to fuck your brains out, you whore,” Tara gasped, her eyes fixed on the opposing twat. Both women trembled with rage and animal lust.
They aimed their soaking wet genitals at each other and drove their trembling bodies together. Their hungry twats slapped and sucked, labia merged and fused, nether lips locked and sealed in a ravenous fuck kiss. The women braced their powerful bodies with their hands and thrust with their hips, forcing their pussies as deep into each other as they could go, sealing their voluptuous bodies into one seething mass of sexual hunger and desire. Their swollen, pulsating clits smashed together head to head, sending shockwaves of indescribable pleasure rolling through every muscle and nerve.
“Oh God, YESSSSS!! YESSSSS!!” Carrie screamed, the pleasure enveloping her in an intense wave of sensation. She had never dreamed that a fuck could feel this good. This was the fuck that she had not even known her body craved.
“FUCK, oh FUUUCCCKKK!!” Tara cried out, her body convulsing as she fought to keep from exploding in orgasmic bliss. She had never felt anything so good as what she felt now. Carrie’s cunt sealed and locked with her own was paradise. It was like the other woman’s pussy had been made to mate with her own. It was like their bodies were made to meet and fuck and consume each other.
The women struggled to get their bodies under control, to resist the incredible pleasure they were giving to one another. They shifted their hips and sank into the forks of the other’s legs. Both women grabbed the other’s muscled, sweaty thigh and began thrusting with their hips and asses, driving cunt into cunt furiously. Their massive tits jumped and bounced with every powerful thrust.
“Unnnngggghhh!”
“Arrrgggghhhhh!”
“Mmmmmmmmmnn!”
“Nnnggghhhhh!”
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck….”
“Yes, oh yes, oh fuck, yes, you whore….”
“Cunt, fucking cunt…..”
“Slut, fucking slut….”
Their pussies grew wetter and hotter, their cunts locked tighter and tighter, the suction between the turgid flesh grew stronger with every jerk. Carrie and Tara fused at the genitals, their bodies mated in an unbreakable bond. Their swollen clits smashed head to head over and over, each impact causing the women to scream out in a chorus of ecstasy. They arched their backs and rammed at each other as hard as they could.
“Cum, you dirty slut, cum…,” Tara panted.
“Fuck you, fuck you whore, you cum inside of me!” Carrie gasped in reply.
The women slowed their frantic thrusting. Gripping each other’s thigh tighter, preparing their asses and hips, they lined up their clits for another exquisite showdown. The women smiled feverishly as they prepared to destroy their rival. Slowly, carefully, Carrie and Tara pushed their clits together, head to head. The explosion of pleasure was excruciating. They shrieked in exquisite agony, but neither backed away. Instead, their muscles trembling, they pressed as hard as they could.
“I’m going to crush your little love bud flat, cunt,” Tara breathed, her voice trembling. She and Carrie pushed up until they were nose to nose, their nipples touching. The heat and pressure in their pussies grew ever more intense, quickly becoming irresistible.
“I’m going to squash your nub like a cherry, fucker,” Carrie hissed.
Leaning back, bracing their bodies, the women put all the power of their hips and asses into their thrusts. The pressure on their clits grew and grew as they rubbed constantly. They lined up the nerves directly and strained to crush the other. Pleasure radiated out from their battling clits in seismic waves, filling them to the brim, feeding their bodies with heat, saturating their muscles with tension, pushing the women to their limits.
They threw back their heads and screamed and cursed. Every thrust was agony, every thrust was pure ecstasy, and neither wanted to stop. They rode each other, fucking relentlessly, determined to destroy the other yet also needing, craving what they were doing.
“OH GOD, YOU FUCKING CUNT!! FUCK!! FUUUCCCCKKK!!”
“SLUT! GODDAMNED SLUT!! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUCCCKKK!!”
“OHHHHHHHHH!!”
“UNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!!”
Tears streamed down the women’s faces as they pushed each other to the very edge, as they gave each other pleasure greater than anything either woman had ever imagined. Their luscious bodies trembled with volcanic tension.
On the very edge of orgasm, Carrie and Tara pushed their vibrating clits as hard as they could. They panted and whimpered, they held back the tidal waves inside their bodies through sheer willpower. Slowly, agonizingly, millimeter by millimeter, their clits pushed each other back to their hoods. Neither pulsing clit gave ground. Equally strong, driven by equally powerful hips and asses, the swollen nerves flattened. An explosion of incredible ecstasy roared through the women’s bodies in the same moment.
“GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!!!” Carrie shrieked. Her cunt erupted like a fountain, her pussy convulsed as she came harder than she ever had before.
“JESUS CHRIST!! CHRIST!!” Tara howled as the erotic sensations overwhelmed her, set every nerve and muscle in her body on fire.
The women fell flat on their backs. They writhed and undulated, moaning and crying, gasping and screaming. Their cunts sucked at each, they clenched and locked and convulsed, squeezing relentlessly. Carrie and Tara fucked orgasm after orgasm out of each other. They arched their backs high, ramming together at the peak, and shrieked in joy as they came again and again. Their nipples ejaculated, hot streams of liquid covering their tits in a fine sheen. They writhed and bucked, grinding and grinding pleasure out of each other. Theirs screams of pure orgasmic bliss rang through the night sky. Finally, after more than 10 minutes, they lay still.
The glade fell quiet, but the sounds of the women’s ragged breathing and sobbing gasps joined the music of the night. Carrie and Tara lay supine, neither able to move, floating in the delirious afterglow. They had fucked each other senseless and neither woman could string together a conscious thought. Their bodies were soaked in sweat, hot cum slicked their inner thighs and splattered across their firm bellies. Nipple cum coated their swollen tits, which trembled and quivered with every desperate breath. Their cunts remained locked tight in a passionate fuck kiss. Neither woman wanted to separate. Even in their delirious state, both could feel the other’s clit pulsing and twitching against her own and they did not want that delicious contact to end.
For more than 30 minutes, Carrie and Tara lay locked into one, slipping in and out of consciousness. Their perfect bodies gleamed wetly in the moonlight. Finally, Carrie slowly returned to herself. She stared up at the night sky, feeling her cunt thick and hot joined to Tara. Carrie could not believe what she and the other woman had done to each other. They had fucked each other senseless, they had given each other erotic pleasure exponentially greater than anything Carrie had ever felt before. Her loins stirred again, just thinking about it. Moaning gently, she pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down her body at her fuck rival. Tara lay panting and showed no sign of returning to consciousness.
Slowly, agonizingly, Carrie pushed herself away from her enemy. Their hot pussies sucked apart and their pubic hair tore as their tangled, matted bushes separated. Tara groaned in pain, but she still did not move. Carrie panted as she got on her hands and knees. She did not feel ready to stand up. Her body, every nerve and muscle, was vibrating from the aftershock of the incredible fucking she had just endured and administered.
She sat on her haunches, resting her perfect ass on her feet, and took deep breaths. She contemplated the other woman, who remained drifting in bliss. Carrie took in her rival’s magnificent body, the woman’s thick-lipped cunt that had given her so much pleasure, Tara’s perfect tits that had crushed and rolled and wrestled so well with her own, the woman’s long, powerful legs and supple belly, that had rubbed and slapped against hers for so long… Carrie felt the hot stirring in her cunt. Her clit twitched. She smiled viciously. Even it was true that she and Tara had fucked each other into unconsciousness, even if they had crushed each other’s clits and cum into each other at the same time, Carrie felt that she had won their contest. She had proven herself the better woman. Maybe it was time for her to seal her victory with a more languorous fuck. Maybe she should make Tara eat her as an act of submission.
Carrie crawled up beside Tara and lay down, stretching her body the length of the other woman. She placed her palm on Tara’s slick, smooth belly and slid it down to the woman’s hot pubes. She ran her fingers through Tara’s thick, matted bush, then slid a finger on Tara’s wet, hot fuck slit, before lightly running her hand back up Tara’s belly to cup and gently squeeze one of the redhead’s massive tits. Carrie was getting hotter and hotter by the moment. She could feel the building tension between her legs, the throbbing in her clit. She licked her lips.
Tara opened her eyes and smiled lazily. She reached up and cupped Carrie’s big tit and squeezed hard, then pinched the engorged nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Carrie gasped and returned the gesture, pinching Tara’s throbbing nipple. For a long moment, the women smiled as they fondled each other. Tara turned on her side, facing Carrie directly.
“Do you want to fuck some more, Carrie?” the redhead purred.
“If you think you can handle it, bitch,” the blonde replied, her voice thick.
“I can handle anything you put out, fucker,” Tara growled. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs.
“Mount up, slut. Let’s take each other for another long, hard ride. Let’s fuck until one of us can’t get up.”
Carrie eagerly mounted her rival, sliding her luscious body onto the redhead’s equally perfect form. The women gasped with excitement as their massive tits crushed, as their hard bellies slapped tight. Carrie slid her wet, slick cunt onto Tara’s equally hot, juicy pudenda. They pressed forehead to forehead and smiled as they felt their genital heat growing, combining. They felt their succulent fuckmeat kiss and sizzle. Tara slipped her legs through Carrie’s limbs, locking their naked bodies in place. She gripped Carrie’s powerful ass and sank her fingers into the thick meat, then began tracing Carrie’s ass crack and teasing her anus. Carrie moaned and forced her tongue into Tara’s mouth. The redhead sucked on the invading probe eagerly. Placing her hands on either side of Tara’s body, Carrie pushed her torso up slightly, breaking the kiss. She raised herself just enough to ease some of the pressure on their mashed tits. Carrie rolled her tits around and around on Tara’s matching pair, massaging the redhead’s massive rack with her own. Their nipples were symmetrically docked, nipple hole sucked to nipple hole. The firm, thick flesh rippled and quivered. Both sets of tits grew hotter, thicker, more aroused. Their nipples and areola burned, even as they grew more rigid and sensitive. The pleasure from their over-stimulated tits fed down into their stiffening clits, into their hot bellies. Tara tried to roll her chest in the opposite direction, but her position was too disadvantageous, flat on her back on the ground. Instead, she moved her hips, rubbing their clits, causing both women to moan in ecstasy.
“Unnnnnhhhhh,” Tara groaned, throwing back her head, gasping with delight as her tits throbbed harder and hotter. Her nipples were on fire, her cunt was as wet as a lake, her clit burned with sensation. She knew she was getting close to having a nipple orgasm and a clit orgasm at the same time.
Carrie panted, sweat dripped from her forehead to splash on Tara’s gorgeous face, her long hair hung down to form a cage encompassing the women’s beautiful, panting faces. Carrie smiled, enjoying watching and feeling Tara writhe in pleasure. Carrie’s tits were equally stimulated, burning with sensations, but she continued the tit to tit assault.
“Do you like this, cunt? Do you want more, fucker?” she hissed, struggling to keep from having her own nipple orgasm.
“Oh Christ, you fucker,” Tara moaned. She released Carrie’s ass and wrapped her arms around the woman’s upper back, pulling Carrie down onto her, stopping the tit to tit massage. The women strained and thrashed. They locked in a kiss, sucking and wrapping their tongues. They rubbed their lush bodies together, both wanting and needing the delicious feeling of their flesh to flesh contact. Tara rolled their thrashing bodies and took the top position. As Carrie grabbed the redhead’s perfect ass, Tara assumed the blonde’s former position. Raising herself slightly, she began rolling her tits on Carrie’s perfect orbs, working titmeat to titmeat. They groaned in delight as their massive mammary glands pulsed with electricity and delicious sensations.
“Oh fuck, that’s good, so good,” Carrie gasped.
“Yes, oh yes,” Tara moaned. “My girls are going to mash your girls flat, you slut.”
Their tits were on fire, filled with tension, throbbing with heat, their nipples were searing, pulsing like four engorged clits, sealed tip to tip. The women gasped and panted, writhing, moaning, their hard bellies undulated, their pussies drenched and dripping. Their searing clits rubbed constantly, feeding and building on the intense pleasure in their overstimulated tits.
Carrie felt the surge in her nipples, the sudden peak in the tension in her tits. She had never felt this before, but it was so similar to a cunt-fucked orgasm that she knew what it was. She wrapped her arms around Tara and pulled the woman onto her as hard as she could, crushing their burning chests with all her strength, feeling the taut flesh resist. Tara hugged back as hard as she could, crushing the four meaty masses of their tits into one. The pressure in their mated breasts became absolutely unbearable. With a spasm and shock of ecstasy, their tits released. Hot ejaculate jetted from their nipples, directly into each other’s tits, their locked nipple holes closing off any means of escape. The pressure backed up and radiated through the women’s orbs, sending spasms of sheer pleasure through the thick meat.
Carrie and Tara cried out in orgasmic ecstasy as their nipples ejaculated hard. The nipple orgasms radiated from their chests throughout their bodies. Their pussies ejaculated into each other, feeding hot cum into their mated pudenda. The cum splattered the women’s lower bodies, soaking and spraying each other’s cunts, but the source of even more exquisite pleasure was their mashed, rolling tits. They writhed slow and hard, grinding their tits relentlessly, until their nipples came again and again.
The intense pleasure finally subsided. The women clung to each other, pressing every inch of flesh together, their bodies locked. They panted desperately, basking in the delicious sensations. Slowly, they eased off their hug and let their hands roam over naked flesh. Finally, Tara rolled off of Carrie. Side by side, their hair tangled, the sides of their heavy tits pressing tight, they panted as their heartbeats returned to normal.
“Ah, god, that was so fucking good,” Carrie finally managed.
“Fuck, yes,” Tara agreed. “My tits have never done that before. That felt fucking fantastic.”
“You’re a good fuck, you bitch,” Carrie admitted.
“So are you, whore,” Tara replied. “We are both spectacular fucks. We just have to see who is better.”
Carrie sat up. Her perfect body, soaked with sweat and cum, gleamed deliciously in the moonlight. “Well, the night is still young, cuntlicker.” She smiled suddenly. Without warning, she got on her hands and knees, facing down Tara’s body. In the next moment, she threw her leg and arm across Tara’s body. The redhead found herself staring up into Carrie’s open fuckhole. She immediately understood.
“Oh, yes,” Tara purred. She spread her legs and, at the same time, looped her arms around Carrie’s hips and raised her head to bury her face between Carrie’s legs. She spread her hands on Carrie’s powerful ass, pulled the buttocks apart, and inhaled the blonde’s pussy as deeply as she could. She ran her tongue along Carrie’s juicy fuckmeat then continued up into her ass crack, running her tongue along the crevasse until she found the blonde’s puckered asshole. Her tongue probed the tight orifice, then she sucked and licked. Carrie jerked and moaned in response.
While Tara was eagerly eating Carrie, the blonde enthusiastically devoured her redheaded rival. Carrie plunged her face into Tara’s pussy and rubbed her cheeks in the woman’s pubic hair. She licked up the slick cunt slit, following down into the crevasse of Tara’s ass. Her tongue probed the woman’s anus. She shoved a hot finger into Tara’s asshole, used her tongue to enter and explore the redhead’s inner vagina, before wrapping her lips around the woman’s swollen clit and started sucking.
Tara and Carrie screamed into each other’s ravenous twats. They wrapped their sweaty thighs around the other’s head and rolled onto their sides. They devoured each other hungrily, using their fingers to stroke and caress and violate assholes and cunts. Their tongues, lips and teeth turned pulsing clits into excruciatingly sensitive sex bombs, just waiting to explode. They rolled around and around the clearing, so lost in the pleasure of what they were doing that they were barely conscious of their surroundings. The night filled with the low moans and muffled screams of the fuck goddesses as they consumed each other, as they devoured everything they could.
Tara came first, gushing uncontrollably into Carrie’s face as her body convulsed in ecstasy.
“Mmmmmmnnnn, FUCK!!” Tara screamed. Even as she shook in pleasure, her fingers worked vigorously inside of Carrie’s juicy twat. Seconds later, Carrie bucked and arched her back, then screamed as she squirted hard, soaking Tara’s face and hair.
“That’s it, cum for me, you cunt, you slut!” Tara moaned. Her body shook in the aftermath of her own powerful orgasm.
Carrie rolled their bodies to take the top position. She rammed three fingers into Tara’s tight twat, then her whole hand. She balled the hand into a fist and twisted.
“Ah, fuck, yes,” Tara groaned, her hips jerking as she convulsed in pleasure. She sucked harder on Carrie’s exquisite clit and shoved her entire hand into Carrie’s fuckhole, balling it into a fist and shoving hard. Carrie bucked, thrashing around like a puppet on the end of a string, but she still managed to work her fist into a tight ball and shove even deeper into Tara, penetrating the redhead to the core.
“Feel this, you cunt,” Carrie groaned, fighting against the delicious sensations radiating out of her violated pussy. With her free hand, she probed Tara’s ass, then shoved three fingers, followed by her entire hand, into that even tighter orifice.
“Oh GOD!!” Tara shrieked. Her body convulsed, shaking uncontrollably. She could not retaliate as Carrie wrapped her lips around the redhead’s clit and sucked in time to her pumping of the woman’s cunt and ass. Tara shuddered. She was on top of Carrie in their 69, but she put her hands on the ground and tried to push away, gasping at the sudden overwhelming stimulation. It was like a dam had broken inside of her and the extreme erotic pleasure she had experienced throughout the night suddenly reached its limit. She was paralyzed by the pleasure. She could not escape. Crying out, she returned to the attack, burying her face between Carrie’s legs, using her tongue to split the blonde’s dripping cuntmeat and get at her clit. Tara had lost the momentum. Her body shuddered and quaked as she felt herself reamed out down to the very core of her body.
“God, oh FUCKING GOD!!” Tara screamed. She began to cum hard, cum continuously. Carrie pulled her fist out of her rival’s spasming cunt and locked her mouth around the delicious fuckhole. She sucked in as much of the cunt spray as she could, her face covered in the hot ejaculate.
“Carrie, you FILTHY FUCK!!” Tara shrieked, as her pussy exploded.
Carrie released her enemy’s ejaculating twat for a moment. Tara’s discharge splattered her face and hair.
“That’s it, cum you little fuck, cum for me, you fucker!!”
Tara sobbed in the extremity of her ecstasy. She was going off like a bomb and could not stop it. The top of her head felt like it was exploding in slow motion and her incredible orgasm burned on and on, draining her sexual energy out with every jerking spasm of her cunt. In desperation, she used her fingers to pull Carrie’s fucklips apart, spat into the turgid pink flesh, then buried her face in the woman’s twat and began sucking and licking.
Carrie moaned, then screamed out as she felt her body hit its limits. In a moment, as the shock of pleasure radiated through her nerves and muscles, she felt her entire body clench and then release in a gusher of cum. She rubbed her ass into the hard ground as she writhed, as her cunt squirted and released, ejaculating powerfully into Tara’s face. The women kept rolling slowly as they came into each other’s faces over and over again. Their bodies eventually came to a stop and they lay gasping furiously, struggling to regain their senses.
Slick with sweat and cum, her own and Tara’s, Carrie rolled onto her back. Gasping uncontrollably, it took her a few minutes to get her body under control, to let the orgasmic shockwaves run through her body. After several minutes, the sensuous overload that had almost taken her passed. She turned her head to look at Tara. The redhead was unconscious, her body and mind finally overwhelmed by erotic sensations.
Carrie got slowly to her feet. Her pussy felt sore, her body was exhausted, but she was euphoric. She had defeated the redheaded bitch! She had proven which one of them was the better woman!
She looked down on her defeated enemy. Tara was unbelievably beautiful, somehow even more erotically appealing with her body sprawled out, legs spread and arms tossed carelessly over her head, perfect tits rising and falling with her exhausted breathing. Carrie did not know if her sexual victory changed anything about the situation with the deed but, at the very least, she felt great about outfucking the woman who was trying to steal her home.
Gathering herself, the nude woman staggered away from the glade, leaving behind the beautiful redhead. It was still dark out. She figured it was close to 2 AM. They had been fucking each other for over two hours. Sunrise was more than three hours away. Carrie walked back up to the porch and retrieved her nightshirt. She pulled it on and buttoned up a couple of the buttons. She considered stopping in the tub room and washing herself off. There was grass and some dirt on her body from all the rolling around in the glade, and she was coated in drying cum and sweat. She decided she was too tired.
She staggered up the stairs to her bedroom. She locked the door, stripped off the shirt, and happily fell onto the mattress. She pulled her sheets around her naked, lush body and fell into an exhausted sleep.

Tara vs. Carrie: Wildcats, Part IV:
Tara woke slowly. Her body felt strangely heavy. She was not tired, just incredibly relaxed, like all the tension had flowed out of her muscles. Her pussy was tingling, as if a powerful electrical current was running through it. Her breasts throbbed, her nipples pulsed with a pleasant ache. She looked up at the stars. She felt deliciously satiated. She stretched languidly.
Suddenly, her eyes popped wide open. She sat up quickly. She remembered where she was and why she was out here, lying in the dark forest, in the middle of a hot night, completely nude. She looked around. She was alone. She realized that Carrie had fucked her into unconsciousness, then left her, defeated and covered in cum and sweat, in the place where she finished her off.
Tara seethed, gritting her teeth in rage. She had been outfucked. She had been fucked senseless. She had been fucked so hard she passed out from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure. She screamed in frustration. “That cunt!! That fucking bitch!!”
Fucking people senseless was what she did to other people, not what was done to her.
Tara got to her feet, a bit unsteadily. Her pussy was sore, her ass ached, her tits felt a bit tender, but her libido was still high and strong. She took a moment to get her bearings and find the path that she and Carrie had taken into the glade. She walked out of the forest, heading back to the house.
The redhead staggered up to the porch, conscious of the soreness between her legs. She pulled on her nightshirt, but left it unbuttoned. She got a good drink of water in the kitchen, then made her way up to the second floor as quietly as she could. Judging from the shifts in the night sky, she was sure that Carrie had, at most, a half hour lead on her. She was ashamed of having been outfucked, but the night was not over yet. Carefully, she turned the knob to Carrie’s bedroom. When she tried to open the door, she was frustrated to find it was locked. She considered what to do. She could knock on the door. The blonde would come. Then, they could resume their fuckfight. But the blonde might decide not to come to the door or might simply inform her through the locked door that the battle was over and she had lost. Tara was not willing to take that risk. She was not willing to admit defeat.
Tara decided on a course of action. She had not lived on the edge of the criminal world for so many years without learning how to pick a lock. She went back to the kitchen. A bit of digging around found her a few thin skewers she could use as lockpicks. Returning to Carrie’s bedroom door, she worked the skewers in the lock. It took a minute or two, but she finally got the latch to turn. She turned the knob and pushed the door, holding her breath. If the door had a bolt or chain on, then she would have no choice but to call it quits. The door opened. Tara let out her breath and smiled. She left the skewers on a table in the hall and soundlessly entered the blonde’s big bedroom. Tara closed the door, locked it again, and made sure to turn the deadbolt.
Carrie was asleep in her bed, dead to the world. Tara crept up to the bed, her bare feet silent on the wooden boards. As she crossed the room, she peeled the nightshirt back from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Nude, she reached the side of the bed. She stared down at the beautiful, perfect vixen who had humbled her just a half hour before. The light sheet covering the woman’s luscious body outlined the length of her legs and the curve of her hips. The blonde’s bulbous chest rose and fell under the sheet with the steady rhythm of her breath. A flash of rage and pure sexual anger roared through Tara.
“You fucking bitch,” Tara murmured under her breath. This dirty slut was about to get the surprise of her fucking life.
Carrie was flat on her back in the bed, sprawled carelessly. Slowly, carefully, Tara pulled the sheet covering Carrie aside, leaving the woman’s nude body completely exposed. Carrie stirred slightly in response to this change, but she did not wake up. Tara climbed onto the bed and moved quickly. Without hesitation, she grabbed Carrie’s right leg. She lifted the muscled limb to her shoulder. At the same time, she threw her right leg over Carrie’s broad hip, pulled the blonde’s right leg to her chest, holding it between her prodigious tits, and rammed her sopping wet cunt into the fork of Carrie’s legs. In an instant, the women were in a perfect scissor. Their juicy cuntlips slapped together.Tara thrust her hips, driving her wet, aching cunt down and deep into Carrie’s soft, yielding fuckmeat.
On the first contact, their cuntlips separated and opened. On the second thrust, their lush twats locked and sucked, sinking into each other, hot labia melting and merging. Tara grunted savagely with each powerful thrust.
“You fuck, you dirty cunt, you filthy whore…” the redhead chanted.
Carrie awakened in confusion, aware that something delicious was happening between her legs, feeling the sensation of being fucked. Her eyes snapped open to see Tara on top of her, cunt-deep inside of her. The redhead’s big tits were wobbling, the expression on her gorgeous face a combination of raw, animal lust and pure viciousness.
“Tara, you cheating, fucking slut!” Carrie screamed, rage enveloping her, even as her hips began moving instinctively with those of her attacker, keeping her rapidly swelling clit in full contact with its delicious counterpart.
“This night isn’t over, you cunt!” Tara gasped, her ass working vigorously, driving her rock hard clit deep into the folds of Carrie’s wet, hot pussy. Tara churned her hips, loving the feel of her clit dipping into Carrie’s labia, driving against the blonde’s emerging clit, sending spasms of pleasure through her lush body. “I’m going to fuck your brains out, you dirty twat.”
“Goddamn you, you fucking cunt,” Carrie gasped. Her body was already being overwhelmed with exquisite pleasure. Tara’s driving pussy and grinding clit felt unbearably good. Carrie reached up and filled her hands with Tara’s bouncing tits. She squeezed and kneaded the thick glands, intent on giving Tara all the pleasure her body could handle. Tara reached down and filled her hands with Carrie’s equally thick, large tits, kneading and massaging, retaliating by handing out even more pleasure of her own.
“I hate you, I hate you so fucking much,” Carrie gasped at the woman who was fucking her so well, giving her so much incredible pleasure. Her body trembled, her muscles burned with sexual tension, her clit felt like it was the size of a baseball. She struggled to hold on, to hold back the overwhelming erotic sensations pushing her to a devastating orgasm.
“I hate you too, you cunteating slut, I hate you so, so much,” Tara moaned in reply. In that moment she did hate Carrie, she hated this woman who was so gorgeous, whose body was every bit her equal, who had succeeded in fucking her brains out, fucking her until she passed out, until she could not take anymore. She needed to show this bitch that two could play that game. Her body trembled, her pussy burned with pleasure, her powerful ass ached as she thrust again and again, driving herself into Carrie’s succulent cunt with all her strength, keeping their exquisite clits locked and grinding. She expected to dominate the blonde but the bitch was fighting back and holding out. Tara could feel the orgasm building inside her, feel the excruciating tension rising and rising. Somehow, despite having the advantage, she and Carrie were in a race to the finish once again.
“Fuck you! Fuck you, Carrie!” Tara moaned, throwing back her head, struggling to force back the incredibly powerful orgasm pushing at her gates, straining for release.
“Oh God, you cunt, you cunt, you filthy, fucking cunt…” Carrie groaned, her head thrashing from side to side, her blonde mane flying. She retained her self-control by the tiniest thread. She could feel an enormous orgasm swelling inside her, filling her, suffusing her body, building to an ultimate climax.
The bucking, writhing women’s swollen clits crushed hard, head to head, exploding with unbearable sensations. The battling fuckfighters screamed in unison, their pussies clamping tight on each other. Tara ejaculated powerfully into Carrie; Carrie’s hot ejaculate shot up into Tara. For the third time this night, their boiling cum mixed and became a frothing, erotic brew that the women shared between their inosculated cunts. Their pussies squeezed and squeezed like vises. Their perfect bodies shuddered and trembled as pure ecstasy suffused every cell. The women screamed in harmony. As Tara ejaculated over and over into Carrie, as she felt the heat of Carrie’s cum entering her body, as she watched the blonde writhe in ecstasy beneath her, the woman’s massive tits wobbling frantically, Tara knew she could take no more. The erotic pleasure was simply too great. She was starting to pass out.
Tara released Carrie’s leg and let it drop by her side. Completely spent, she fell forward, onto the blonde. The women gasped as their massive tits squashed. Almost involuntarily, Carrie’s arms wrapped around Tara, pulling her in. Tara wrapped herself around Carrie, wanting to feel the woman’s magnificent body under her own. Vaguely, Tara felt Carrie reach out and wearily pull the discarded sheet over their naked, mated bodies. Their clits throbbed and pulsed together. The women passed out, finally fucking each other into oblivion.
As the first rays of the sun pierced the Eastern sky, Tara woke. She was sprawled on top of the beautiful blonde, their bodies interlaced, their tits mashed. She groaned. Her head was resting on Carrie’s shoulder. She raised her head to look down on the blonde. Thankfully, Carrie remained unconscious. Tara slowly extricated herself from the other woman. She considered fucking Carrie again, but once they got started, they might not be able to stop.
She crawled off of Carrie’s luscious body, slipping out from under the sheet. She retrieved her nightshirt and pulled it on, but did not button it up. She left Carrie’s room, closing the door quietly, and made her way to the tub room on the main floor. The water coming from the faucet was cold, but she did not care. She filled the tub shallowly, then climbed in and washed herself down, cleaning off the copious amounts of sweat, cum and dirt that covered her body. She used a bucket to rinse off her hair. Refreshed, she returned to her room.
Blackthorne was up and dressed. He gave her a quizzical look when she came in.
“I was getting worried about you,” he said. “When I woke up this morning, your side of the bed was pretty cold. How long were you out?”
“I left not long after you got back,” Tara replied. “Mrs. McRae and I had a very… animated …conversation.”
“A conversation that lasted all night? Well, from the looks of things, it wasn’t the same kind of ‘conversation’ the two of you had after supper.”
“It was a …variation on that conversation,” the redhead replied. “Nothing has changed. We are going into town today to get that eviction notice. I want that bitch to understand which of us is in control.”
Blackthorne decided not to pry. Tara was an incredible fuck and this particular assignment had proven to have some pleasantly pleasurable side-benefits, but she was still his employer and it was not his job to question her about her business affairs. Or any of her other affairs, for that matter.
He nodded again. “Well, it’s a good thing we booked that carriage for 8 this morning, or we would be walking into town. I suspect we will need to get breakfast in town. I doubt our hostess is in the mood to feed us.”
To their surprise, the breakfast bell rang at 7 AM. When they went downstairs, they found that Carrie had prepared for them a hearty breakfast.
“I may hate this cunt,” Carrie said to Blackthorne, gesturing at Tara, “but the two of you are still paying customers.”
“Thank you, ma’am, that’s really decent of you,” the man replied. The memory of the sensation of his prick buried balls-deep in the beautiful blonde woman’s cunt rushed into his mind, unbidden. He managed to sit down before his swelling erection became obvious. Blackthorne did not know what had happened between the gorgeous redhead he was traveling with and this equally gorgeous blonde, but he suspected it was something he would have loved to see.
“Fuck you, whore,” Tara snapped. The women glared at each other, their bodies tense, but they took it no further.
At 8 AM, the carriage pulled into the house’s driveway and Tara and Blackthorne left for the day.
Carrie worked around the house and yard, tending to the animals, working her chores, and trying to make sense of her confused feelings. She had awoken in the morning just after Tara had left her room. She had lain in bed and reviewed in her mind all of the events of the previous day and night. The fight with Tara in the library, fucking Blackthorne on the deck. Most of all, she relived the absolutely mindblowing fuck she and Tara had administered to each other. Carrie had never felt anything like it. The incredible pleasure, the delicious combination of fighting by fucking, the primal parts of her womanhood that made her want to go at the other woman like a jackrabbit until one of them fucked the other to death… all of it was too much to process. What she did know was that the pleasure she and Tara had taken from each other was far greater than any other pleasure she had experienced in her young life and she wanted more of it. She would not be satisfied until one of them sexually subjugated the other. She felt the thrill of danger. She knew that she could well be the woman whose body, whose sex, was somehow found wanting. But that did not matter. It had to be done. She felt seized by primal urges deeper and more fundamental than anything she had ever felt before and she was sure Tara felt the same.
Tara and Blackthorne returned from town around 5 PM. They were tired and dusty and both were relieved to find that Carrie had prepared hot baths for them, as they had ordered in advance. That evening, over supper, Blackthorne let Carrie know that he would be leaving the next morning, very early. He had purchased a train ticket for Portland that afternoon and the train left just shortly after sunrise. The carriage would come for him before dawn.
“Miss Wells has determined that she no longer needs my services,” Blackthorne explained. “I was commissioned to escort her across the Washington territory and Oregon state and to see her safely here. Miss Wells now feels she can deal with her business affairs on her own. She can easily contact me by telegraph if she needs me.”
Tara and Blackthorne went to bed shortly after sundown. Passing by outside the room an hour later, Carrie heard the distinctive sounds of a man and a woman fucking furiously. “Blackthorne’s bonus,” she thought to herself. She felt wet between her legs as she listened.
Carrie went to bed shortly after, but she tossed and turned for almost an hour, her body in a fever. Just a few hours before, she had fucked and been fucked until she passed out from sheer pleasure. A switch had been thrown in her body, deep in her core. She could not ignore its demands. She was wet and hot and panting for sex. She could not resist any longer.
She slipped out of bed, wearing her nightshirt, and brushed out her hair. She got a lantern she kept on her window sill, lit it, and padded up the stairs to the fourth floor. The sounds coming from the bedroom had cooled, but they were still there. She listened to the moans emanating from inside, all of them from Tara. Evidently, Blackthorne was doing something extremely pleasurable to her.
Carrie placed the master key into the lock. She took a deep breath. Her body was fully aroused, radiating sexual fever. She was in heat and she had to satisfy it. That bitch, Tara, should not be the only one with Blackthorne’s thick cock up her cunt. Carrie unlocked the door. She placed the key on a hall table beside her. She pushed the door open, turning up the lantern as she did so. It immediately illuminated most of the room.
Tara and Blackthorne were naked on the bed. Tara’s eyes were closed and her head was thrown back in rapture. Her red hair was plastered down by sweat across her forehead and fanned out behind her on the bed like a scarlet curtain. She was smiling luxuriously, enjoying what the man was doing to her incredible body. Blackthorne was sucking one of Tara’s massive tits, while the fingers of his hand pumped her cunt. The sudden light in the room startled the couple.
“Hey!” Tara shouted. Blackthorne spun around, reaching for his gun on the night table. He stopped when he saw who it was.
Carrie put the lantern on the dresser inside the door and closed the door behind her. “No need to fret, you cunt,” she breathed. “I’m just here to give Mr. Blackthorne a goodbye present.”
Carrie locked eyes with Blackthorne. A half-smile on her gorgeous face, she slowly unbuttoned her nightshirt. Blackthorne watched each button come undone, and the delicious body beneath slowly reveal. His eyes burned with desire. Carrie swept the shirt off her shoulders and stood before the couple on the bed, completely nude and already incredibly aroused. Her thick, hot pussy dripped a few drops to the wooden floor.
“I saw you sucking on this bitch’s tit. I think you’ll find mine are much better,” she purred, lifting her massive glands and pointing them at the man. The brown nipples quivered with tension and dripped with secretion.
Tara leaped off the bed. Naked and unspeakably gorgeous, her eyes flashing, her tousled hair wild, her lush body shining with sweat, she crossed the floor. Carrie thrust out her tits, bracing for the impact. Tara stopped a few inches before her massive tits could touch Carrie’s engorged nipples. She put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest in reply.
“Blackthorne doesn’t need your “present”, fucker,” she snarled. “I’m all the woman he needs and more woman that you will ever be.”
Carrie stepped forward just a few inches, but it was enough to bring her nipples into full contact with Tara’s luscious nips. The women gasped in concert as their nipples exploded with heat and sucked, joining in a tight, intimate bond.
“What are you afraid of, fucker?” Carrie said derisively. “Afraid that Mr. Blackthorne will realize he’s only been getting second best?”
“I know he’s already fucked you once, you cunt,” Tara breathed, leaning her head forward until she and Carrie were forehead to forehead, nose to nose, glaring hatefully into each other’s eyes. “I could smell your stink all over him last night. I bet you threw yourself at him, just spreading your slutty legs and begging him to fuck you.”

“He didn’t complain last night,” Carrie purred. Her eyes lit up, glazed with excitement and lust. “Why don’t we have a little competition? Let’s see which of us can get Mr. Blackthorne off bigger and harder?”
The women glared at each other, tit to tit, toe to toe, nose to nose, hot breath mixing. Tara and Carrie hated each other passionately, but their shared hate could not eclipse the larger truth: they wanted to fuck. They wanted to fuck each other so badly. They could see it in their eyes. Both of them wanted to wrap their arms around each other and start fucking right there.
Tara flicked her hard nipples across Carrie’s nipples, sending a quiver of electricity through both women’s tits, then stepped back. “I’ll be happy to pit my skills against yours,” she purred. “I don’t think a country bumpkin like you will be much of a challenge, but Mr. Blackthorne should get a reward for being such an excellent bodyguard.” She turned to Blackthorne, who was sitting up on the bed. “Why don’t you stand up, darling?”
Blackthorne stood up beside the bed, his massive erection already at full staff. “Ladies,” he began, “I don’t want this to turn into anything violent…”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Blackthorne,” Carrie smiled. She walked towards him, her tits jiggling, her eyes on fire. “I don’t need violence to show this whore who’s the better woman.”
The women advanced on Blackthorne, like twin predators closing on their prey. Tara and Carrie dropped to their knees on either side of the man’s massive, throbbing cock. Without hesitation, they both went for the pulsing erection. Their massive tits crushed directly, four meaty masses shifting and trembling against each other, their burning nipples stabbing and fusing. The women licked and stroked Blackthorne’s prick from either side. They did not fight over the sensitive flesh but, instead, covered his shaft in spit from their side, sliding their tongues up and down, taking turns to suck and lick at his balls. Their tongues frequently lapped and slid on each other. The women kissed, the thick girth of the man’s prick separating their mouths. All the while, as they pleasured Blackthorne, Carrie’s and Tara’s eyes glared, challenging the other.
Carrie finally succeeded in getting her mouth over the tip of Blackthorne’s cock. She sucked at the rod lustily, using her teeth and tongue in concert to set his prick blazing. The man gasped and thrust with his hips, driving his rod deeper into the blonde’s throat. Angry at being outmaneuvered and blocked from sucking Blackthorne’s dick, Tara pushed her naked body hard into Carrie’s back. With one hand, she gripped the blonde by her hair and began moving the woman’s head up and down on the man’s throbbing prick, forcing the massive shaft all the way down Carrie’s throat. The blonde did not fight back; instead, she eagerly accepted the challenge. Blackthorne moaned, almost in an agony of pleasure, as his staff was surrounded by the heat and tightness of the woman’s deep throat. At the same time, Tara pushed her body harder into Carrie, her tits crushing into the blonde’s back, her hips and wet pussy pressing on the woman’s buttocks. She slid her hand down Carrie’s firm stomach and into the woman’s tight slit, using two fingers to stroke and caress her swollen clit. Carrie moaned and shuddered around the cock, but she continued to suck and lick enthusiastically, even as Tara steered her head up and down the shaft.
Blackthorne’s moans of pleasure became more intense, his body trembled, his thighs shaking as the excruciating pleasure flowed through his body. He strained to hold back, but he could feel the incredible surge coming, filling his veins with fire. Carrie sucked harder, pulled him in deeper, and he could not resist any longer. With a cry, the man erupted, releasing his cum in shuddering spurts deep inside the blonde woman’s throat. As Blackthorne began to ejaculate, Tara yanked back on Carrie’s head, pulling the blonde woman off the spurting shaft. Carrie grunted and struggled to regain her position. Tara struggled with her, trying to take Blackthorne’s erupting cock into her mouth. Cheek to cheek the women fought for their goal even as the man’s ejaculate jetted out, splattering their beautiful faces and massive, bouncing tits.
“Fuck you, cunt!” Carrie panted as she tried to push Tara aside, fighting the heat in her pussy and Tara’s fingers deep in her cunt.
“You’re not getting that jizz, fucker,” Tara grunted as she pushed back.
Blackthorne unloaded on the fighting women, cum anointing their lush bodies, getting in their hair and on their tits and torsos. He grunted as he fell back on the bed. He was only momentarily expended. He had enormous sexual stamina and the appeal of fucking two beautiful women at once fueled his libido. Tara and Carrie were starting to fight, clawing at each other’s tits, pulling hair. Feeling the heat returning to his loins, Blackthorne stood up, reached down, and lifted Tara off the ground, separating her from her hairpulling match with Carrie, before the women could really get started. He laid the redhead down on the bed and spread her legs. Tara smiled eagerly, but before Blackthorne could penetrate her, Carrie scrambled onto the bed and slid her hand down Tara’s smooth belly, through the woman’s bush, and onto her throbbing cunt. She stroked and caressed the hot pudenda, torturing Tara as she had been tortured.
“Do you like that, slut?” Carrie growled. “Do you like that, fucker?”
“Unnnngggghh!” Tara replied, caught off guard by the sudden pleasure. Before she could say more, Carrie dipped her head low on Tara’s body and ran her tongue into the woman’s wet, hot slit.
“Oh God!!” Tara cried, arching her back in pleasure as Carrie licked and sucked at her clit. She feebly tried to shove Carrie away, caught between her desire for more and her need to prevent the blonde from dominating her.
Blackthorne had enough. His cock had grown rock-hard once again. The heat surging in his loins demanded satisfaction. Grunting, he grabbed Tara’s broad hips and pulled the redhead to him. Aiming his massive shaft, he pushed it up to her slick, hot cunt lips, then shoved slow and hard into her tight, steaming twat, feeding his massive rod deep into her core. Carrie slid her tongue away from Tara’s loins and began licking Blackthorne’s shaft, enflaming his lust even further.
Blackthorne’s powerful arms strained as he drove Tara’s voluptuous body against his thrusting hips. He plunged his massive rod into her, balls-deep, until his sack was grinding against her ass. The woman screamed out, her voice peaking as the man pounded into her over and over. Her breasts jumped and wobbled in rhythm with each blow. Blackthorne took the swollen mounds in his hands and squeezed the succulent flesh with tensed fingers as his body slammed against hers, riding her into ecstasy.
As Blackthorne toiled vigorously against Tara’s thighs, Carrie used her hands and lips to explore and caress the man’s tightly-muscled abdomen, moving up over his sinewy chest. Her svelte, supple body wound around his like a snake, caressing and teasing every inch of him. The flickering lantern light gleamed on Tara’s sweat-drenched belly and thighs. The redhead’s body quivered with each hammering blow from the man’s massive cock. Her tits jiggled rapturously. She let out a tortuous moan as her body convulsed with a wrenching orgasm. Tara twisted her hips in climax, sending surges of pleasure racing through Blackthorne’s loins, but he managed to hold back his impending orgasm, pushing it down with an act of will.
With an animal grunt, Blackthorne threw an arm around Carrie’s waist, turned her around, and threw her face down on top of Tara. The women’s massive tits crushed hard and tight, the four meaty glands shifting against each other deliciously. The women’s bare bellies slapped. Blackthorne spread Carrie’s firm legs wide. He drew his dripping shaft out of Tara’s steaming hot sheath and drove it deep into Carrie’s luscious body. The woman squealed as he rammed into her pussy, stretching her elastic cunt until it was as tight as a drum. Her heels dug into the back of his thighs. She would have cried out again as his massive prick drove into her repeatedly, but Tara’s tongue was in her mouth, kissing her with a frantic intensity. Tara pulled Carrie by the back of her blonde head, locking them into an animalistic kiss, one Carrie returned with equal fervor. Blackthorne was in a feverish frenzy, drilling into Carrie’s hot, wet core at an ever-increasing pace. Her succulent ass jiggled and bounced with each collision of their bodies. Streaks of sweat ran down the ridges of her ribs and the rounds of her trembling tits. Carrie’s orgasm shook her body around the man’s throbbing cock. Blackthorne knew he had reached the end of his endurance. He pulled out of the blonde’s torrid loins. She rolled onto her back beside Tara. Blackthorne ejaculated hard, his release gushing out across the women’s glistening torsos in long white streaks. Finally, he was finished. The man stumbled to the head of the bed and dropped down heavily onto his back. No one spoke; only their panting breaths broke the silence. The women lay still, their plump wet breasts rising and falling rapidly on their chests.
Finally, after a few minutes, Carrie stirred. She looked to her side. Tara was lying there, her eyes closed, panting gently. The redhead’s hair was streaked with cum and her body gleamed with sweat. Carrie summoned her strength and rolled on top of the other woman. Tara’s eyes shot open. A look of pure pleasure flashed in her eyes as Carrie’s lush body settled on top of her own, their heavy tits mashing, their flat bellies rippling against the other. The heat between their legs flared. Carrie drove her mouth down on Tara’s mouth. The redhead and blonde locked into a deep, slow, tongue-filled kiss. For long minutes, they made out, gently wriggling, rubbing their naked flesh, feeling the heat in their tits, in their cunts, begin to build. Suddenly, Carrie broke the kiss. Panting, she smiled down on Tara.
“Enjoy the rest of your night, Miss Wells,” the blonde murmured viciously.
Carrie got unsteadily to her feet. Tara had to restrain herself from grabbing the other woman. Carrie ran her finger along a dollop of cum on her chest, and licked it up. She walked towards the door, reached down and picked up her nightshirt and slipped it on.
“Have a safe trip, Mr. Blackthorne,” the blonde vixen purred. “I hope you’ve enjoyed your time at my establishment.”
Carrie exchanged a final hot, hateful glare with Tara. She opened the bedroom door, retrieved her lantern from its place on the chest of drawers by the door, and stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind her, plunging the room into darkness.
To be continued:

Wildcats: Tara vs. Carrie, Part V:
The next morning, Blackthorne left as he had planned, the carriage clattering away in the pre-dawn light. Neither Carrie nor Tara saw him off. They were both asleep in their separate rooms. Carrie rose shortly after Blackthorne’s departure. She had been slick with sweat and cum when she returned to her room after leaving Tara and Blackthorne’s bed, so she had washed herself thoroughly at her room’s washstand before getting under the sheets. She resolved to have a hot bath that night.
Carrie prepared breakfast for her one remaining guest. At 7 AM she rang the breakfast bell. Tara came down, dressed in a more formal dress that indicated she was planning to go into town. The women did not speak over breakfast, but the tension building in the dining room was palpable. It was a strange kind of tension. It was not awkward in any way. These two women had fucked each other to absolute ecstasy, they had violated and enjoyed each other’s voluptuous bodies in profoundly intimate ways. None of that changed the fact they hated each other. The tension in the room was powerfully sexual, but heavily tinged with mutual rage.
“I’ll be back around 4 or 5,” Tara said, as she got up from the table. “I’d like a bath ready for me when I return.”
“If it’s on the schedule, it will be ready,” Carrie said, curtly.
Tara hesitated for a moment, as if she was going to say something more, then stopped, turned on her heel, and left the room. She went upstairs to tidy up. A little later, the carriage returned to pick her up and she left for the day, clutching a thin valise.
Carrie went about her chores, but she could not concentrate on what she was doing. She worried about losing her home and her land, things she had worked so hard to keep. Just when her hard work seemed on the verge of bearing fruit, this vicious bitch had come into her life with a plan to steal everything. Carrie knew that this was her major problem and she needed to focus on it, she needed to come up with some strategy that could overcome Tara’s schemes. But her mind was distracted by the needs of her body. She could not avoid the truth that the sex she had with Tara was absolutely mind-blowing. The redheaded woman had given her pleasure on a level far beyond anything she had ever experienced before in her life. Arthur, her estranged husband, had been good in bed and Carrie had enjoyed sex with him immensely. They made love almost every night of their marriage, though a lot of that was because Arthur could not keep his hands off of her. She had enjoyed it, but now she was wondering if she had been missing out on pleasure that the rest of the world took for granted. She did not think so. She had many lovers before Arthur, all men, and he had been one of her best. Tara had also admitted to her that their sexual encounters were more intense than any the redhead had experienced before, and Carrie was quite sure the redhead was the town pump, wherever she went.
Carrie thought about the conflict between her mind and body and slowly came to the realization that there might be a way for her to deal with both at the same time. She smiled grimly. She would put her idea before Tara when the woman returned.
Tara returned from the town around 4 PM, as she had promised. She saw Carrie working in the barn, but she ignored the blonde and went straight into the house. She had a tiring day and she was looking forward to a hot bath. She went up to her room, stripped down, then pulled on a robe and some slippers and headed to the tub room on the main floor. She turned on the faucet to fill the tub. As promised, the water was comfortably hot. As the tub filled, Tara removed her robe, doffed the slippers, and sat down on the edge of the tub. She brushed out her long, red hair.
When the tub was filled high enough that she could completely immerse her lush body, Tara slipped in. She relaxed into the warm water and released a grateful sigh. Her breasts floated in the steaming water like small islands, their nipples forming little peaks. She stretched out her long legs until her feet pushed into the far side of the full length tub. She rested the base of her skull on the lip of the tub and closed her eyes.
She had spent the day in town following up on meetings with a lawyer to get her deed certified at the land claims office and to get an eviction notice for Carrie. The town did not have many lawyers and the first one she had consulted had refused her business. Carrie was well-known and liked in the town. Thankfully, the second lawyer had fewer scruples, but it was still going to take time to secure her legal hold on the house and land. The lawyer had told her to return in about five days.
Tara let her mind wander. She respected Carrie and what the woman had accomplished. She certainly understood the blonde woman’s anger. But, as far as Tara was concerned, what she was doing was business, not personal. Arthur McRae had been stupid enough to gamble away his property. The only way for Tara to benefit from what she had won was to sell the asset. Her own livelihood was not at stake, unlike Carrie. Tara was a very wealthy woman, built on a very successful career as a gambler. But she did not get rich by being softhearted. If she was going to give up this property, it would only be if she could get something of equal or greater value in return.
The door to the tub room opened and Carrie stepped in. The blonde woman was completely naked, with only a towel draped over her shoulder. Tara caught her breath as her heart leaped into her throat. Her breasts grew thick with arousal, her pussy tightened and started to throb.
Carrie placed her towel on a rack next to the tub. Tara licked her lips as her eyes wandered over every naked inch of the blonde beauty. Carrie stood beside the tub and let down her long, blonde hair from its loose bun. Tara felt her mouth go dry as her eyes traced up the blonde’s glorious body, from her thick-lipped pink twat, which already seemed wet with anticipation, to her dense blonde bush, to her smooth, ridged belly with the deep, narrow navel, her impressively wide hips and her incredible tits. From below, Carrie’s massive tits rose like beautiful mountains of perfectly shaped, dense meat, tipped by swollen, brown areola. Carrie’s body glistened with sweat from a hard day’s work. She was irresistible.
“Do you mind if I join you?” Carrie purred.
Tara sat up, pressing her back into her side of the steel tub, and spread her thighs, her legs akimbo. “Be my guest,” she murmured, her eyes lit with fire.
Carrie lifted her foot over the side of the tub and tested the water with one toe before she lowered her leg into the water. The rest of her body followed. She sat down, sliding smoothly into the steaming water. She arranged her legs with Tara’s limbs, lefts over rights, and slid into the fork of the redhead’s legs, pressing crotch to crotch. The women gasped as their swollen genitals made contact. Tara shifted just slightly and felt the thick hair of her bush twining and pulling against Carrie’s bush, the red and blonde strands already interlacing under the water, flowing together, knotting. Vaguely, Tara thought it would be hard for their cunts to separate, once they had exhausted each other.
The women stared at each other across the span of the tub. Their backs braced against the heavy metal, giving them enormous leverage. Once they started grinding, they would be able to use all their force of their hips and asses to fuck. Their pussies throbbed, the smooth flesh of their gashes caressing. Tara and Carrie were insane with lust, readying themselves for the moment when they would start to thrust, to penetrate and violate the other, when they would bring their aching, pulsing clits together and ride each other into pure ecstasy.
Slowly, teasingly, the beautiful women rubbed their juicy pudenda, letting the feelings flow and desire grow. Their eyes locked. They smiled viciously at each other. They bit their lips as the sensations built. Tara and Carrie panted with excitement and desire, getting ready for the delicious moment to come, for the time when they would join their cunts into one and start fucking each other in earnest.
“I have a proposition for you,” Carrie murmured, her voice quivering with tension.
“What is that?” Tara replied, her voice hoarse with lust.
“You like games, don’t you?” the blonde woman hissed, her eyes flashing. “You like to gamble, right?” Their hips were moving a little faster now, they were rubbing cunts a little harder. The thick mats of their pubic hair tangled tighter and tighter. “I propose a game, a little contest between you and me. The winner gets the property.”
“I already have the property.” Tara moaned. Her cunt was beginning to throb as Carrie’s gentle slit to slit massage began to take its toll. Her clit was aching, swelling and twitching with arousal. “Why should I give it up?”
“Like I said, you’re a gambler,” Carrie grunted, her body trembling as she fought to control her hunger. “Are you willing to take the chance?”
“What’s the game?”
“A sex game,” Carrie moaned. ‘Your cunt against my cunt, your sex against mine. The winner is the woman who makes the other one cum first. The first one to make the other cum three times wins.”
The women were not yet thrusting, but the stroking, teasing, caressing licks between their hungry cunts were getting harder, stronger. The hot water of the bath made their juicy fuck lips even hotter and slicker.
“What if I don’t agree?” Tara gasped. The pressure between the women’s cunts grew stronger. Their hips worked a bit more. Their pink, slick lips kissed harder, more firmly, slowly spreading and penetrating. Their engorged clits swelled up.
“Then this will be the last time we fuck,” Carrie snarled, playing her trump card. “You’re going to be here a few more days. I won’t let you get between my legs for that entire time.”
Tara could hardly think straight. The distracting pleasure growing in her cunt throbbed, radiating out to the rest of her body. Her muscles trembled with heat, electricity seemed to play on all of her nerve endings. Her tits felt swollen to twice their normal size, her nipples were enflamed and pulsing with tension. The idea that she would not be able to enjoy this incredible feeling if she did not agree to Carrie’s terms was horrifying, a fate she had to avoid at all costs.
Before Tara could answer, Carrie drove her quim into Tara’s matching fuckmeat with a hard thrust of her hips. Their succulent cunts crushed tight, finally locking, spreading and sealing flat, labia meshing and fusing, fuckholes sucking tight and hard. Their rock-hard clits met, head to head, sending a shockwave of unbridled erotic pleasure ricocheting through the women’s trembling bodies. The women thrust slow and hard, their thick-lipped pussies kissing, their slick labia locking and melting into one, the feelings of their thick cunts mating sending both women into spasms of exquisite pleasure. Their meaty twats folded and sucked into one mass of pure erotic sensation as their hips bucked, harder and stronger. They leaned back, braced their backs, and shoved hard, penetrating each other, genitals locked. The women threw back their heads and moaned and gasped with pleasure.
“Oh God! Fucking God,” Tara moaned. She arched her back as she drove her hips as hard as she could, thrusting with all her strength. Carrie screamed wildly as their clits crushed, grinding mercilessly, sending electric pleasure arcing through their bodies. The women loved the feeling of their cunts in a deep, thick, meaty lock, their gashes slotted, squeezing and squeezing. Their bushes tangled into an impossible knotty mesh. Their hips began rotating, cunts drilling together, working into the other woman’s core. The water in the tub sloshed over the top of the rim, waves forming inside the small space as the women’s powerful, voluptuous bodies twisted and writhed, undulating wildly. Legs wrapped around hips. The women braced their backs, grinding and bucking furiously, their bellies rippling as they pumped cunts. Their massive tits bounced and jiggled, slapping up and down in the steaming water.
“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!” Carrie screamed, her senses almost overwhelmed with the intensity of the pleasure.
“FUCK! YOU DIRTY FUCK!!” Tara shrieked, her head thrashing from side to side as her blonde rival fucked her out of her mind. She returned the pleasure with every thrust of her hips.
Carrie and Tara grabbed the rim of the tub to anchor. They drove their bodies together with all their power. One hand gripping the rim, Carrie reached out for Tara. The redhead eagerly locked hands with the blonde. Their fingers laced tight. Their muscled cunts squeezed powerfully, sucking hard. Their hips rolled, fucking and fucking, grinding and grinding, pumping cunts in a frenzy of raw passion and lust.
“Oh God, Tara, you fucking cunt…,” Carrie moaned, her head thrown back, her body jerking and bucking furiously. Her clit felt like it was on the verge of exploding but she forced the pleasure back. She could not bear to go off too soon, not when there was so much more pleasure to be had. Her clit fused to Tara’s driving clit, the two nerve-rich nubs rubbed relentlessly, feeding the unbearable tension in both women.
“Carrie, you dirty, fucking cunt-eating slut,” Tara moaned, her body trembling and quaking, her mind struggling to hold onto consciousness as the pure ecstasy wracking her perfect body filled her to the brim. She couldn’t take it, but she prayed desperately that it would not end.
The women locked both hands and continued pumping their hips and asses, their pussies trapped together, fucking each other into ecstasy.
“Unnnggghhhh!!!”
“Arrggghhhh!!”
“FUCK!!”
“FUUUCCKKK!!”
“Come here, you cunt,” Carrie hissed, pulling on Tara’s hands and pushing herself forward, wanting to feel Tara’s whole body crushed to her own.
“Fucking bitch,” Tara cursed, but she eagerly pushed herself up to meet Carrie. The women twined their arms and legs around each other, knotting muscles as tightly as they could. Their asses jerked as they fought clit to clit, but they mashed their tits and shoved their ravenous mouths together, sealing their writhing, grinding bodies from lips and tongues to tits, nips and clits. Both women wanted to consume the other in every possible way.
Harder and harder, Carrie and Tara fucked, working each other up the pleasure curve. Their juicy, succulent cunt meat sealed and sucked into one hot mass. Their pink inner vulvas spread and flattened. Their rock-hard, pulsing clits rubbed on each other relentlessly, sending wave after wave of unbearable pleasure arcing through the beautiful women’s gently rippling bodies. The water in the tub boiled and churned with the fury of their coupling, splashing out of the tub and soaking the tiled bathroom floor.
The women’s muscular bellies rippled, their cunts wrestled and sucked furiously, trying to devour the other. Their throbbing clits fused into one in a spasm of pure erotic heat, their fuckmeat slotted and squeezed, powerful vaginas closing on each other. Pleasure flowed through their muscles, their flesh, filling them to overflowing and their beautiful bodies writhed in each other’s arms, shuddering with sexual power and tension.
Shrieking in shared orgasmic ecstasy, Tara and Carrie exploded into each other. Their bodies went as stiff as boards as their bellies pumped, skin flat to skin, copious amounts of hot cum flowing from each woman into the other, mixing into a steaming froth inside their locked bodies. The women threw back their heads and screamed in mutual pleasure, their bodies shuddering in passion, erotic sensations joining them together.
The women held each other desperately as they came down from the incredible sexual high. They were panting like racehorses, both teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, struggling to regain their bearings. Tara felt literally fucked out of her mind. The intensity of the pleasure she had just shared with Carrie almost killed her. It was unbearably good. She clung to the blonde’s naked body, pulling the other woman in tight, refusing to let their hot, slick flesh separate. “Oh fuck,” Tara thought to herself, “Oh fuck, that’s so fucking good…”
After a few minutes, Carrie pulled herself off of Tara and collapsed back on her side of the tub. The beautiful women rested, their pussies locked into a single fuck kiss at the bottom of the tub. Neither wanted to separate. Both felt the thrilling pleasure from feeling the other’s clit throbbing against her own, of feeling their genitals locked tight. After a few more minutes, Carrie twisted her hips and pulled her cunt away from its lock with Tara’s twat. Tara groaned in dismay. Their pubes tore a bit as their bushes shredded apart. Carrie stood up. She looked like a goddess standing over Tara. She stepped out of the tub and slowly, languidly, wiped down her voluptuous body with her towel. Tara watched from the tub, admiring the other woman’s body, scouring the lush flesh with her eyes.
Carrie wrapped her towel around her damp hair. Standing naked, her hands on her wide hips, she locked eyes with Tara.
“That’s the last time your cunt is going to taste my cunt, unless you agree to the fuck contest.”
Tara stirred. “You bitch. You think you can play that game with me? I’m not a man! I think with more than my clit. And I know that you want to fuck me as bad as I want to fuck you.”

“Maybe,” Carrie agreed. “But I’ve got a lot more to lose than you do. I think that will help me hold out. And you asked me what was in it for you to agree to my terms. Now you know.”
“Fuck you, whore,” Tara snapped. “You’re really overestimating how good of a fuck you are. Your twat isn’t worth what I’d get for this house and land!”
“If that’s what you think, then you’ve made up your mind and we’ll see each other in court.” Carrie turned to go, then paused. “Supper will be a little late tonight. I’ll ring the bell when it’s ready.”
With that, Carrie pulled her robe off the hook on the door, but did not bother putting it on. Nude, she walked out in into the hall and pulled the door closed.
Tara lay in the tub, the hot water washing over her. “That bitch. That fucking slut,” she thought. The idea that Carrie thought she was such a good fuck she could negotiate with her pussy, it was enough to make Tara laugh. Deep down, however, she felt a flash of sexual rage. The erotic pleasure she had experienced with Carrie, even over this brief time, had been absolutely mind-shattering. It was far better than anything she had ever experienced with anyone else. What if she never found a partner like Carrie again? Maybe the blonde’s cunt really was worth the risk.
Tara shoved the idea out of her head. Business was business. She got out of the tub, dried herself off, and went back to her room. About a half hour later, the supper bell rang. The two women shared a silent, hostile meal, neither saying anything to the other, besides asking for the salt.
Wildcats: Tara vs. Carrie, Part VI:
That night, the real weight of their respective decisions came to bear on both women. Tara went to bed late, after reading in the library. She was looking for something to distract her from thoughts of Carrie’s body, of thoughts of what she could be doing to the other woman at that exact moment if she just gave in. She walked past Carrie’s bedroom door on the way to her own room and the temptation was almost more than she could stand. She barely kept herself from knocking on the door and surrendering to Carrie’s proposal.
Lying in bed, Carrie heard the other woman walk past. She was in a fever. She had quickly come to regret her own gambit. A strategy that made sense in the light of day seemed much more difficult in the night, when she was lying in bed, her mind turned inevitably to the lush body of the woman she could be fucking right now, to the intense pleasure to be found between Tara’s hot, wet legs. Carrie had stripped naked and tried masturbating to reduce the pressure, but it only made her even hotter and wetter. She groaned and bit her lip, but she refused to crack. She consoled herself with the thought and the hope that if she were this tempted to capitulate just to fuck the redhead, the redheaded bitch was probably in the same state. Or so she hoped. Maybe Tara just did not want her as much as Carrie wanted her rival.
Tara lay in her bed, her body hot and wet, her pussy dripping with its natural lubricants and taut with tension. She had stripped herself naked and masturbated furiously, but it just did not do enough to take the edge off her sexual desire. If anything, the frenzied stroking of her clit seemed to somehow feed the fire burning in her core. She kept imagining her eager fingers to be Carrie’s swollen, rock-hard clit grinding on her own. Tara realized that Carrie may have played her cards very well. She could not imagine spending the rest of the week here in this kind of sluttish fever.
“That bitch, that fucking, dirty, cunt-eating, slut-whore bitch,” Tara snarled, her rage at Carrie almost as great as her overwhelming desire for the woman’s body.
Carrie thrashed on her bed, her body burning up. She struggled to find reasons to just give up, to just surrender. She wanted, desperately needed, to go upstairs, force herself into Tara’s room, and fuck the redheaded bitch until they both passed out, then wake up and fuck her again and again. Carrie was shocked at how horny she was. She had always been a woman with a very powerful libido, but what she was feeling now transcended any ordinary kind of lust. She began to worry that she and Tara had released something uncontrollable. For now, she needed to restrain herself. She could not lose her one chance at holding onto her home, her land, things she had devoted herself to building, just because she could not control her need to fuck. But it was so hard.
Around midnight, Carrie had enough. She was sweating, she paced her room like a caged tiger. The redheaded bitch upstairs was not breaking she decided. Maybe she needed the sex more than Tara, maybe she just lacked self-control, but she just could not see herself holding out for the rest of the time that Tara was here. She cursed herself for thinking she had backed the redhead into a corner when, in truth, she had ended up cornering herself!
Carrie pulled on the nightshirt she had discarded long before and prepared to swallow her pride, go upstairs, and ravish Tara. Once she did that, the only option left to hold onto her land was to fight Tara in court. She lacked the money to sustain any long case and her rudimentary knowledge of the law led her to believe that she would not win the battle, but she knew that she could not resist the needs of her body any longer.
There was a knock on her bedroom door. Carrie froze. Carefully, she walked up to the door. Her nightshirt was unbuttoned, her enflamed tits bounced gently. Her heart pounded. She was so tense she was holding her breath.
“What is it, bitch?” Carrie growled, trying to sound resolute.
“You win,” Tara answered from the other side of the door. The redhead’s voice sounded hoarse, tense, almost quivering in passion. “I agree to your terms. We will fuckfight. The winner gets the deed. But, right now, I need you to open the door. We need to fuck. We need to fuck right now.”
Carrie gasped, releasing her breath. She took a moment to gather herself, then another moment to drag out the tension. She opened the door.
Tara stood in the hallway, her nightshirt fully open and hanging from her shoulders, her red hair down and forming an unkempt mane around her beautiful face. Her body was damp with sweat and it glistened in the lantern light flooding from the room. Her green eyes burned with unbearable lust.
Carrie was almost a mirror-image. Tara saw the blonde woman’s wild eyes and luscious body, streaked with sweat, her heavy tits thick and aroused, the hard nipples tenting her open nightshirt. Carrie’s bush was flecked with moisture. Tara could see that the blonde was every bit as crazy with lust as she was. None of that mattered right now. All that mattered was feeling the other woman against her body, getting between the bitch’s legs, matching clit to clit and tit to tit and satisfying the incredible hunger firing her loins.
Tara reached for Carrie; Carrie reached for Tara. Their arms immediately went inside the other’s nightshirt, wrapping around bare backs, and pulling each other in. Their luscious bodies came together with a wet, meaty slap as heavy tits crushed nipple to nipple and flat bellies clapped. The women’s mouths snapped together ravenously and locked in a deep, deep, passionate kiss, their tongues instantly twisting into one spitty knot. The women screamed in each other’s throats, their cries of desire a combination of pure lust and incredible relief as their nearly naked bodies united, as slick skin met slick skin. Tara and Carrie ripped their nightshirts off, leaving them completely nude, and rubbed against each other hard, grinding their naked flesh, both women desperate to feel the other one flesh to flesh, body to body. Their nipples were on fire as they stabbed into meaty titflesh, as they speared each other and flicked and fenced. They mashed and ground their tits furiously. They wriggled bare bellies, rubbing and slapping. At the same time, both women shoved a hot, smooth thigh deep into the slit of the other woman’s succulent cunt. Their juiced-up twats sucked hungrily at the powerful muscles, soaking the hot intersection with their cunt secretions. Their thick cunt fur rubbed into their columnar thighs.
Carrie and Tara stood in the doorway of the bedroom ravaging each other, rubbing and grinding their nude bodies, both desperate for the flesh to flesh friction. Carrie gripped Tara by the hair near her skull and pulled back savagely, forcing Tara to break their kiss and exposing her throat. Carrie bit and licked the woman’s chin and then bit her way down Tara’s neck, leaving enticing love bites, before sinking her teeth into the redhead’s shoulder.
“Oh, you fuck, you dirty fucking whore…” Tara moaned. She yanked brutally at Carrie’s hair, pulling the blonde’s head up so she was looking at the ceiling too, both women’s chins touching. Carrie’s grip loosened and Tara lowered her head to bite and suck at Carrie’s perfect neck and throat.
Cheek to cheek, licking at ears, biting sweaty flesh, exchanging savage kisses, the women wrapped themselves around each other and began to twist and turn in the bedroom, their bare feet slapping the wooden boards, staggering back and forth as they kissed and bit, hugged and rubbed, slapped and scratched, until they threw themselves onto the bed. Immediately, they twined limbs, legs locking, arms wrapping around torsos, hands sliding and gripping, pulling hair. They rolled back and forth, their hunger for each other growing more ravenous by the moment. Their loins burned and ached at once, desperate to lock and merge, fuckmeat to fuckmeat.
The women worked themselves into a sexual frenzy until they could not wait any longer. Crying out, they pushed each other away and rolled to opposite ends of the bed. They sat up and leaned back on their hands, facing each other, spreading their legs wide. Tara and Carrie caressed and stroked their wet, slick cunts, readying their pulsing pudenda for the mating to come. They brushed their fingers through their thick, bristly cunt bushes, readying their fur to meet and twine. They teased their swollen, pulsing clits out of their hoods and presented their fuck weapons to the other.
“You slut. You bitch. You fucking whore,” Carrie whispered, her eyes glowing with desire. “Bring that dirty twat over here and let me have it!”
“Fuck you cunt, you jizz bucket slut,” Tara groaned. “You come to me. We’re going to fuck this out, right now.”
Eagerly, the sweat-slick vixens slid to the middle of the bed, draping right legs over lefts, scissoring each other. They stopped, their juicy cunts just millimeters from touching and caressing, fusing and mating. They panted with excitement and lust, their massive tits quivering with each gasping breath, their bodies tingling with waves of heat and electricity. Dots of sweat broke out on their lush skin, making their voluptuous bodies glisten in the golden light. Their eyes locked. Carrie and Tara smiled at each other, grins of pure lust and overwhelming hunger. They enjoyed this final tantalizing moment of teasing each other, tempting each other, dragging out their mutual agony until the moment came when they would finally drive their aching fuckholes together and satisfy their mutual hunger. The heat from their genitals warmed their inner thighs and poured out, playing on their thick, wet cuntlips.
“Fuck, oh God, yes,” Tara moaned, her body needing what was being presented to her. She felt like she had been starving and was now being offered a feast.
“You bitch, you fucking dirty slut. I’m going to eat you alive,” Carrie whispered.
“Do it, you fucking whore,” the redhead implored, her body trembling with need. “My cunt is going to eat every inch of you.”
The women closed the distance. Their hot, slick cunts crushed together, succulent pussy lips mashing tight, their labia squeezing together like sponges, cunt juice splashing out as their twats overflowed with lubrication. The heat between their mating quims exploded in both women, sizzling through every muscle, setting every nerve on fire. They shoved harder, driving their fuckmeat together, sucking and sucking, their swollen clits driving for the other, then crushing and fusing head to head.
“OH GOD, FUCKING GOD!!” Carrie screamed, throwing back her head, her eyes shut tight, her mind and body struggling to contain the pure sexual pleasure that filled every cell in her luscious body.
“CHRIST!! FUCKING CHRIST!!” Tara shrieked in the same moment. The delicious sensations that she had wanted so badly, that had driven her insane with longing, was now here and it was every bit as good as she had remembered and imagined.
Trembling with lust, the women fucked hard, working their asses, driving with their hips, working their bodies into a deeper, stronger penetration. Their cunt lips locked in a deep fuck kiss. They shifted their hips to an angle so they could fit more securely between the other’s legs, letting their pussies lock even more tightly. Their swollen clits were trapped together within the meaty arena of the women’s inosculated cunts. Tara and Carrie squeezed as hard as they could with their genitals, contracting their inner vaginal muscles, crushing the two sex rods together, sending shockwaves of stunning sexual intensity arcing through their writhing bodies.
“Fuck, oh Fuck, YES, YES, YESSSS!!” Tara screamed, bucking her hips harder, trying to grind herself as deep into her enemy as possible.
“You bitch, Oh Fuck, you BITCH!!” Carrie cried. She reached for Tara, pushing herself towards the other beautiful woman. She wanted to feel Tara’s body against hers, she wanted to join her body with every inch of the redhead’s flesh. The sexual hunger consuming her needed everything from her rival, she needed to devour the bitch with her cunt.
Tara reached for Carrie. They pulled their bodies closer, tighter. Massive tits crushed, the women wrapped their legs around the other, twisting their luscious bodies into an erotic knot. They kissed deeply, passionately, their tongues lapping and scouring each other, hugging as hard as they could. They kept moving their hips in gentle but powerful thrusts, sizzling clit grinding and fusing to sizzling clit, the pleasure and tension building in their perfect bodies in undulating waves, filling them to the brim. The sexual electricity tingled and flowed through them, lighting their skin on fire, merging and growing, making them hotter and harder. They panted with pleasure, riding each other to an exquisite end.
For more than an hour, Tara and Carrie fucked hard and long, giving each other more and more pleasure with each stroke of clit on clit, with each rub of searing nipples to nipples. Their bodies raged with sensations. The women were almost delirious, neither able to do anything but enjoy the building pleasure. Their bodies dripped with sweat, the sheets under their rippling asses soaked with cunt juice. They panted nose to nose, lip to lip, feasting on the other woman’s essence, bound together in intimate lust and hate. Their moans, cries and gasps of pure ecstasy harmonized and filled the room.
Tara came first, her clit suddenly seeming to swell, to hit its point of unbearable pleasure and tension, then erupt in burst of excruciating pleasure, filling her entire body. Her cunt clenched hard, squeezing mercilessly, then released a gusher of cum as the ecstasy hit an intense peak. Tara shrieked uncontrollably, her body shuddering and shaking as all the incredible tension flowed out in each jerking ejaculation. Her cum burned up into Carrie’s cunt. Carrie gasped as her rival came inside of her, filling her vaginal canal with alien cum, violating her in the most delicious and intimate way. The blonde woman immediately orgasmed, the pleasure of feeling her rival’s cum inside of her too much to resist. The women tightened their grips, their pussies squeezed like meaty vises, and they came, over and over, into each other. The hot ejaculate soaked their lower bodies and splattered up their bellies. At the same time, their overstimulated tits ejaculated too, nipple cum coating their aching breasts and flowing down their bellies to mix with their pussy secretions.
“Oh God, you whore, you dirty whore…,” Tara whispered to Carrie. Her throat was too clenched to speak, she felt her consciousness fading as the pure ecstasy became too much for her mind to stand.
“You dirty, fucking cunt,” Carrie moaned in reply. She was floating away, her mind shutting down.
The intensity of the ecstasy was too much. Carrie and Tara teetered on the edge of fainting, their minds unable to process the unbelievable sexual pleasure that filled their loins, that radiated through their luscious bodies in pulsating waves. They fell away from each other, landing on their backs, their bodies twitching and writhing as they fucked orgasm after orgasm out of each other, as they came over and over. After some time, their voluptuous bodies finally stopped undulating. They lay joined at the cunt, fuckmeat completely sealed to fuckmeat, their tits heaving, their bodies soaked in sweat and cum, too exhausted and satisfied to move. Their beautiful faces were streaked with tears. At some point during their incredible fuck-off, they had started crying.
The room grew still, except for their panting breath. They lay spent, drifting in and out, basking in the afterglow, relishing the pleasure that kept flowing through their sealed cunts and radiated into the rest of their bodies. Finally, Tara stirred. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down their joined bodies to her rival, the woman whose body had given her so much unbelievable pleasure. She smiled. They still had the whole night in front of them and Tara could already feel her unquenchable lust coming back.
Tara tore herself free of Carrie’s intertwined pubes and pulled their cunts apart. A gush of cum soaked the sheets even more. Carrie groaned, but did not move. Tara got on her haunches, only for a moment. She moved up the bed and crawled onto Carrie, who immediately wrapped her arms around the redhead. Their bodies crushed, thick tits mashing, hard bellies slapping. Tara licked Carrie’s face, she bit around the blonde’s jaw. In a moment, Carrie was kissing and biting back.
Panting, the women paused. Nose to nose, they smiled.
“Are you ready for another round, fuckwhore?” Tara breathed.
“We’re going to fuck all night long, you jizz slut,” Carrie smiled. “We’re not stopping until we’ve drained every drop of cum out of each other.”
Tara grinned. “You read my mind, you dirty little whore. Tonight, we just fuck. Tomorrow will take care of itself.”
“Agreed.”
Tara and Carrie licked each other’s lips, their tongues soon tangling, leading into a deep, deep kiss. Carrie slapped and scratched Tara’s perfect round ass, sliding her fingers into the ass crack and stroking the redhead’s anus. Tara moaned in pleasure. Carrie slowly rolled their undulating bodies, taking the top position. The women released their kiss and rested cheek to cheek, moaning and grunting as their bodies began moving once more, clits stroking, hot cunts merging, tits grinding, as they resumed fucking each other to exhaustion.
To be continued:

Wildcats: Tara vs. Carrie, Part VII:
Carrie and Tara fucked all night. They passed out several times from the sheer intensity of the sexual pleasure they shared; both lost count of how many orgasms they forced out of each other. They rubbed clits until their heads exploded again and again, their voluptuous bodies shaking and shuddering through one set of multiple orgasms after another. They locked into a 69 that lasted for more than two hours as they sucked and fingered and fisted cunts and asses. They feasted on tits, they bit and licked at every inch of skin. Neither woman could ever remember feeling as sexually aroused as they were with the other. They were crazy with desire and they enjoyed taking each other’s body in every way they could imagine. They tested each other, trying to see if one of them could outfuck the other. In the end, they collapsed in a tangled heap of luscious, feminine flesh, fucking each other to a standstill.
When Tara woke in the morning, she was alone in the bed. A few minutes later, the breakfast bell rang. Tara went downstairs wearing only her nightshirt. She found that Carrie was also clad only in her bedroom attire. The women ate silently, but the sexual tension between them was thick and growing with every moment.
Finally, Carrie spoke. “Last night was good for both of us. I think it took off the edge. But we’re off limits to each other for the rest of the day. Save anything you’ve got for tonight. We’ll have our fuck contest after supper.”
Tara nodded curtly. She wanted to save her energy for the battle. Last night was just about fucking each other to ecstasy. Tonight would be a decisive conflict where the winner would be the woman who could better control her raging libido.
“That’s fine by me. I got what I needed from you last night. I’m looking forward to tonight.”
After breakfast, the women went their separate ways. Tara went to her room and did some reading. In the late morning, she packed a small bag with a lunch, her hair brush and a drawing pad, then left to go explore the property down to the river. She wanted to stay as far away as she could from the blonde and the temptation of her body. She also wanted to learn more about the property she now legally possessed.
The redhead walked out to the forest, following the path that led to the clearing where she and Carrie had first fucked each other under the stars, and continued deeper into the woods. She soon found herself at the edge of a brook that fed a small forest lagoon before it moved on to the main river that marked the edge of the property. Tara smiled. She put down her bag, removed her shoes, pulled her dress up over her head, and stood gloriously naked on the side of the pond. She stepped into the soothing, cool water, like a forest nymph enjoying her domain. The heat of the day was already coming on and the water felt delicious against her bronzed skin. Tara swam out, using a powerful frog kick, her brilliant red hair fanned behind her. She dunked her head, then dove to the bottom of the shallow lagoon, before stroking her way back to the edge. Naked, she stretched out on the green grass and let the sun warm and dry her voluptuous body. She enjoyed the play of the heat on her sensitive nipples. She felt the sun warm her pubic bush and kiss her thick pussy lips. Occasionally, a cool breeze lapped across her naked body, sending a playful shiver over her heated flesh. The redhead dozed, cradled in the warmth.
Tara’s semi-conscious mind turned to Carrie, to the woman’s incredible body, and the excruciating pleasure she had found between the blonde’s beautiful thighs. She soon found the thoughts and the memories overwhelming. Tara slid her hand down her naked, taut belly, she raked her fingers through her dense red bush, and gently caressed her slick, tingling cunt lips. Her clit quickly swelled, growing hot and thick, engorging to the size of a marble topping a thumb-sized shaft, emerging blissfully from its protective hood. Tara masturbated slowly and carefully, her mind lit with the images and memories of Carrie’s lush body. As she heated up, as her pussy leaked more and more, as her throbbing clit twitched with tension, she lifted her left tit to her mouth, and began to suck hungrily on the hard, pulsing nipple.
“You cunt,” Tara moaned, her body burning as she ministered to herself. “You fucking, fucking cunt.”
“Mmmmmmnnnhhh!”
She stretched out the pleasure, playing with her body, letting the fire burn and burn and grow, until she could not stand it anymore. She screamed, her back arching, her toes curling. “Carrie, you dirty fuck!!”she shrieked, uncaring if anyone heard. She let loose a long, hard gush of ejaculate, soaking her inner thighs and even splashing her bare feet.
Tara lay panting in the grass, her heart pounding. After a few minutes, she got up and slipped back into the lagoon, swimming out to where it met the brook, immersing herself, trying to cool down her hot body. It was no use. It was like she had lit a fuse and the explosion had already gone off. She climbed out of the pool and sat on the grass, letting the sun dry her off. She pulled the brush out of her bag and began running it through her hair in long strokes, smoothing out the crimson locks. Soon, her red hair was back to the wild, curly mane she loved. She lay back down in the grass, letting the shadows lengthen as the heat of the day increased. After a while, she pulled out her lunch and ate it. She thought of how odd it would be if someone should come by now, to see a naked Amazon eating a meal.
When she felt ready, she got up, pulled on her dress, picked up her shoes and stuffed them in her bag. Barefoot, she walked back to the house. She entered the house and looked for the blonde bitch, but Carrie was not inside. Tara looked through the front window and saw the blonde standing in the barn entrance, drinking from a cup. The woman looked absolutely delicious, her voluptuous body streaked with sweat, her baggy dress doing little to hide her massive tits and tanned, bare legs.
Carrie had worked through the day. She took care of the few animals she kept in the barn, a pair of horses and some goats. She spent most of the morning cleaning and maintaining the house and its immediate environs. She got the fire going to warm the water. She had been working at the furnace when she saw Tara walk into the woods. She watched the delicious sway of the redhead’s wide, powerful hips, the flex of her perfect ass, but shook her head to break the spell. She was panting with excitement.
After lunch, Carrie went out and resumed painting the fence around the property but, by early afternoon, it was too hot to continue. She retreated to the barn. She doffed her sun hat and kicked off her shoes. She was sweating, her voluptuous body dripping under her baggy but revealing dress. She let down her hair and used a ladle to fill a cup with cold, clear water from a rain barrel. The blonde woman cupped some water with her hands and soaked her face. “Ahhh,” she moaned, as the cold relief washed over her. The water trickled down her face and into her cleavage, tracing a blissfully cool path down her sweaty chest to her taut belly, before continuing down through her deep navel to where it was absorbed by her dress.
Tara suddenly appeared on the house’s front porch. She stepped down to the yard and started walking towards the barn. The redhead’s hair was down and she was barefoot. Carrie felt herself growing tense as the other woman approached. Her mind was blank, but her hormones raged. Her lush body reacted immediately and powerfully to the approaching woman.
The redhead stopped just a meter or so away from the blonde. Carrie could see from the sharp indentations of Tara’s nipples in her dress that the woman was probably naked under the garment. Tara’s green eyes roamed hungrily over Carrie’s hot, sweaty body. Blue eyes and green eyes locked. A powerful charge of raw, erotic energy joined the two women, filling their voluptuous bodies with raging heat. Their erogenous zones almost exploded with electricity. They were instantly wet, leaking from their pussies. Their engorged tits grew even hotter and heavier, their nipples became like fleshy spears. Their clits felt like they inflated like balloons. The women’s eyes glowed with fire.
“I told you, you won’t taste my cunt again until tonight, when we have our competition,” Carrie breathed, but even she did not believe her own words. She felt her will to resist crumbling with every passing moment.
“Fuck that,” Tara grunted. “We both want it. We can still have our fight tonight. Let’s fuck right now.”
Tara approached Carrie, reaching out, her hands aiming for the blonde’s heaving, sweaty tits. At the last moment, Carrie intercepted Tara’s hands with her own. They pressed palm to palm, interlaced their fingers, and squeezed tight. The contact of bare skin to skin sent electrical charges through the women. They gasped with the delicious sensations, the need in their bodies growing even more intense. Carrie pushed their arms up over their heads and the women moved closer, their massive tits rising, their hard nipples pointing directly at the other pair, aching for contact.
Their nipples touched through the two layers of cloth. The hard brown cylinders tightened and lengthened even more and the surge of heat rippled through the women’s bodies, filling their round tits, radiating down to their swollen clits.
“Uhhhhhhhh,” Carrie moaned. “Fuck, fuck, yessss…”
“Aaaaahhhh,” Tara gasped, her body jerking. “Oh God, you cunt, you fucking cunt…”
The women’s pussies clenched and grew even wetter, the trickle of cunt juice coating their inner thighs turning into a stream, for a moment. Carrie and Tara pushed closer, their meaty tits crushing and compressing, their red lips getting nearer and nearer…
Suddenly, Carrie released Tara’s hands and stepped back, backing up further into the barn. The two women gasped, both dazed by the sudden breaking of contact. Tara looked confused for a moment, then moaned desperately.
“No,” she gasped, reaching for Carrie. “Come here, you fuck…!”
Carrie hesitated, her overwhelming physical lust struggling with her promise to deprive the redhead of her body until the evening. As Tara reached for her, Carrie suddenly gave in to her body’s needs and wants. She needed the other woman’s body, her incredible desire was just too much to contain. She grabbed one of Tara’s hands and squeezed hard.
“Come with me, cuntfucker,” Carrie breathed. She led the other woman deeper into the barn. The redhead followed her eagerly, her excitement overflowing. They walked quickly, almost running. They moved past the drowsing horses to the back of the barn, to an unused stall strewn with sawdust, a pile of hay piled up near the back. Carrie had cleaned out the stall months ago and put in fresh straw. Carrie stepped into the space and released Tara’s hand. She stepped back, facing the redhead. The women’s eyes burned, their hearts pounded with tension and excitement. Slowly, panting, Carrie reached down and pulled up her dress, pulling the whole thing over her head, slowly revealing her hot, sweaty, magnificent nude body. She threw the dress to the side, on the floor of the stall.
In reply, Tara pulled up her dress and slowly revealed her incredible body. As Carrie had suspected, her redheaded rival was completely nude under her clothing. Tara hung the dress over the fence on the side of the stall. Both women shivered with anticipation as they devoured the other nude woman with their eyes. Their ravenous hunger threatened to consume them both. They relished the other woman’s gaze on their nakedness.
Tara stepped forward, her bare feet scuffing the sawdust-strewn ground, and reached out for Carrie. Once again, Carrie intercepted Tara’s hands. They pressed palm to palm, fingers twined, and pushed their arms up, raising their massive tits. Their naked, swollen nipples aligned perfectly. Panting, in heat, their pussies dripping with moisture, the women brought the four meaty masses together. Nipples impaled nipples. Tara and Carrie threw back their heads and moaned in shared bliss, reveling in the exquisite pleasure of tits mashing tits, of nipples searing and sealing. Their flat, muscular bellies slapped together and they twisted their hips, rubbing hot, sweaty flesh to flesh.
Pure lust exploded in the women like a bomb. They freed their hands and wrapped their arms around each other and crushed their bodies as hard as they could, enjoying the mashing of their chests, their hard nipples stabbing and scraping. They gripped hard, hot flesh. Their mouths snapped together in magnetic desire, their tongues twined into a spitty knot. Tara and Carrie screamed and moaned into the other’s mouth, their incredible bodies writhing sinuously as they tried to rub every inch of naked flesh to naked flesh. They spun around a few times in the stall until they fell into the pile of hay. Their legs instantly wrapped tight, locking their bodies. Their moans and cries grew more intense as they rolled back and forth in the hay, simply enjoying the other woman’s luscious body, letting the sizzling heat and aching tension grow between their legs, waiting for the moment when they could bring their steaming genitals together and truly fuck each other senseless.
Carrie managed to stay on top after one of their rolls. They broke the kiss, gasping for breath, and pressed their noses and foreheads together. Already, their long red and blonde hair was starting to tangle.
“You fucking, fucking bitch,” Carrie whispered, her voice quivering with lust. “You couldn’t wait, you had to have me, you weak little cuntlicker....”
“You dirty, fucking, filthy cunt,” Tara whispered back. “You want it as much as I do! Spread your legs and shut your mouth and let’s go, clit to clit!”
“I’m going to make you cream, you slut,” Carrie grunted. “I’m going to fuck your twat inside out!”
“Give it to me, fucker! Let’s take each other out for a long, hard ride!”
Tara gripped Carrie’s powerful ass roughly, sinking her fingers into the taut meat, and pulled the blonde down on her as hard as she could. At the same time, the redhead spread her legs wide and tilted up her pelvis, presenting her soaking cunt to her rival, desperate for the cuntfucking to come. Carrie raised herself slightly and tilted her pelvis toward her foe, opening her legs too. The women’s thick, wet bushes tangled up tight, meshing, almost tying their bodies together. Their eyes found each other and mirrored the intense anticipation, the insane lust, they felt. They panted, excited beyond measure, dying for the delicious mating their luscious bodies craved. Carrie pushed down, driving her dripping gash deep into Tara’s succulent slit. She felt the heat in their genitals explode. “Oh God,” Carrie groaned. Her clit plunged into Tara’s labia, feeling the heat and wet, parting the soft labia, reaming the tight flesh, finally crushing hard against Tara’s throbbing tool. At the same moment, Tara thrust up to meet her, driving her cunt deep into Carrie’s twat, sealing their fucklips into a searing fuck kiss, driving her clit into Carrie’s thrusting clit. The women’s eyes opened wide as they felt the ecstasy explode in them.
“OH FUCKING GOD, YES, YES, YESSSSSS!!” Carrie shrieked. She was in paradise. She couldn’t imagine anything that could feel better than this, except the exquisite orgasm that she knew waited for her at the end of this delicious road.
“CHRIST, OH GOD, OH CHRIST, YEEESSSSS!!” Tara howled, her body straining against Carrie’s lush form. This was everything she had hoped. She had felt the intense lust build and build in her core, all morning, into the afternoon, filling her, torturing her, until she could not wait any longer. Now, finally, her desire would be satisfied.
Carrie grabbed Tara by her thick red hair and pulled viciously. She worked her hips slow and hard, grinding her clit around and around, rubbing hard with Tara’s clit. Tara gripped Carrie’s ass and thrust her two index fingers up the blonde’s tight asshole, groaning as she felt the orifice close and squeeze around the invading digits. She moved her hips opposite to Carrie, working her clit back into the blonde’s attacking weapon. The continual jousting of engorged clit on clit send constant shocks of pure erotic electricity radiating through the women’s voluptuous bodies. The women’s tits rolled and rippled, dense titflesh stimulating and massaging equally dense titflesh. Their asses pumped, giving and taking exquisite pleasure. The women did not kiss, but rested nose to nose, forehead to forehead, gasping and panting, whimpering and moaning, cursing and whispering, as they fucked each other to ecstasy.
For more than an hour, the women pumped slow and hard, torturing each other, both struggling to keep from climaxing, both wanting to prolong the unbearable pleasure for as long as they could. Their luscious, perfect bodies grew slick with sweat, making it harder for them to hold to each other, but they still kept working their cunts together, refusing to stop. They whimpered and cried out in sexual agony, desperate for the orgasmic tsunami they were holding back, but also not wanting it to come.
Finally, they could not last any longer. Tara’s eyes went wide as she felt the tension trapped inside of her, filling her body, suddenly boil over.
“Oh fuck, you slut, I’m cumming, I’m CUMMING! You BITCH!! YOU FUCK!!”
“Yes, yes, you fucking whore, you dirty slut, cum for me, cum hard!!” Carrie moaned. She felt Tara convulsing under her, she felt the first hard spurts of the woman’s ejaculation surging into her twat, splashing onto her legs. Carrie suddenly felt the erotic bomb explode inside of her. She knew she could not last a moment more.
“Fuck you! FUCK YOU,Tara!! I’m cumming, CHRIST, I’m CUMMING!!”
The women locked their mouths, their tongues twisting. They screamed over and over into the other’s throat, their passionate kiss muffling and absorbing their shared shrieks of pure bliss. They came over and over, ejaculating into each other, all over each other, drowning their quims in cunt juice, covering the thick mats of their intertwined bushes in cum, soaking each other’s thighs and bellies in ejaculate. They shuddered and quaked, their perfectly matched bodies straining muscle to muscle. For almost ten minutes, they trembled through one orgasm after another until, finally, they collapsed in each other’s arms.
Their voluptuous bodies soaked in sweat and slick with cum, Tara and Carrie lay together, limbs twined, neither willing or able to separate. For more than 30 minutes, they lay together, floating on a cloud of pure bliss, fading in and out of consciousness. Cheek to cheek, they panted and moaned, feeling the other’s heart pound into their own through their mated tits, feeling their swollen clits pulse and throb. They had taken each other to paradise and now they just wanted to bask in the afterglow.
Finally, Carrie rolled off of Tara. It was hard; their thick pubes had twined together and were almost cemented in placed by the copious amounts of dried cum they had absorbed. Painfully, the women ripped apart. Both enjoyed the pain; it gave them a shared sense of having intimately violated the other. Their bushes were punctuated by the red and blonde hair of the other.
They lay side by side, shoulder to shoulder, the sides of their tits resting against each other, their thick, long hair tangled up in knots. They panted, their equally massive tits jiggling, compressing each other where they met. Their hips and thighs touched. Tara’s hand rested on Carrie’s wet belly; Carrie’s hand gripped Tara’s thigh, close to her pussy.
“Fuck,” Tara panted. “Oh fuck, that was good, that was so good…”
“Yeah,” Carrie agreed, after a moment. Every inch of flesh on her body was still tingling from the excruciating orgasms she had experienced. Once again, she was shocked by how much pure pleasure she and this redheaded cunt were able to give to each other. Even worse, the heat wasn’t going away. The place where her side-tit was pressed up tight against Tara’s side-tit was burning. Where their hips and thighs touched, her body sent pulses of electricity to her clit. She wanted more from this cunt, she felt like she could fuck this whore senseless all over again.
Tara felt the same way. After another few moments, the redhead stirred, then rolled on top of Carrie, their nude, wet bodies aligning perfectly. Their thick bushes crushed hard and Tara twisted her hips, twining their pubes even tighter, pushing her aching, streaming cunt down onto Carrie’s matching twat. The women shifted their massive tits, rolling them until their hot nipples docked. Their rough areola eclipsed, feeding shocks of heat into their tits.
Tara pressed forehead to forehead with Carrie, her red hair forming a curtain over their beautiful faces. The women touched lips, their eyes glared deep into each other, both relishing the mutual hunger and the animal lust they saw reflected in the other woman’s eyes. Carrie gripped Tara’s round, perfect ass and sank in her fingers, squeezing hard.
“I want to fuck some more, Carrie,” Tara whispered, “I want to fuck your cunt off.”
“Give it to me, you ginger slut,” Carrie whispered back. “Let’s see how long your cunt can last against mine.”
The women smiled hungrily. Tara’s swollen clit throbbed uncontrollably. She thrust down, penetrating Carrie’s fuck trough, sliding her burning clit through the woman’s labia, until she scraped directly into the blonde’s aching clit. In concert, the women contracted their vaginas, crushing their twined clits within their mated twats, forcing so much aching pleasure on each other that they screamed in concert. Bucking and writhing, Tara and Carrie sealed their mouths together, screaming and moaning, as they fucked hard.
For the rest of the afternoon, Tara and Carrie fucked each other relentlessly in the unused stall, rolling back and forth across the open space, their luscious bodies growing dirty with sawdust that stuck to their sweat-soaked flesh and their cum-soaked thighs. They scissored and rubbed and ground their clits until they ejaculated all over each other, even their engorged nipples spurting hot liquid. They settled into a delicious 69 and devoured the other’s woman’s succulent cunt, using fingers to probe and tease their assholes, licking and sucking at clits and anuses, until they exploded again and again into each other’s gorgeous faces. The wild manes of their blonde and red hair became soaked in sweat and streaked with cum. They sucked each other’s tits, then rubbed their sweat-slick, bulging chests together, grinding and thrusting until their hot nipples ejaculated, their pussies spraying in sympathy.
Later in the afternoon, well past the usual time that Carrie would have gone in and started supper, the women lay together in the stall. The pile of hay that had become their fuck nest was strewn around the space. They were lying side by side, Tara slightly on top. They kissed deeply, passionately, their tongues playing, taking turns sucking each other’s tongue like a dick. Tara fondled Carrie’s massive tit, twisting and caressing the nipple. Her other arm was looped around Carrie’s neck, as she concentrated on driving her tongue as deep into the blonde’s mouth as she could. Carrie was giving it back just as good. Her tongue was working hard and she eagerly swallowed the spit flowing from Tara’s mouth into her own. She had one arm under Tara’s body, gripping the redhead’s hip. The other hand was kneading and massaging one of the redhead’s luscious tits.
Carrie slid her hand down Tara’s wet, smooth belly, combing it through the red, knotted curls of her bush, and began stroking and tracing the slick, wet lips of the woman’s hot cunt. Tara moaned deep in their kiss and slid her hand down Carrie’s lush body. She inserted two fingers into the blonde’s pussy and began teasing and caressing the woman’s pulsing clit. Carrie was doing the same to her. The women moaned deeper, harder in their passionate kiss. Their stroking tongues began following the rhythm of their teasing, tantalizing fingers. Their bodies grew hotter and wetter. The fuck fever in both women, which had been temporarily satiated after hours of relentless pleasure, came roaring back.
Tara broke the kiss and grinned down at Carrie, excitement and desire lighting her eyes. “Are you ready for more, fucker?” she whispered. “Are you ready for me to take you out for another hard fuck?”
Carrie smiled back, her eyes burning with lust. However, she suddenly pushed Tara off of her and sat back. The redhead was not expecting this. She rolled onto her back from the push, then sat up in dismay as Carrie got to her feet and walked over to the side of the stall to retrieve her dress.
“What are you doing? Why are you stopping?” Tara asked, her voice anguished. Her body was burning with heat, she needed more of Carrie’s cunt.
“We need to wash up, then have dinner,” Carrie replied, brushing some of the sawdust and dirt off her naked body. It was hard, much was stuck to her sweat and cum damp skin. “We can’t just stay out here and fuck each other all day and all night in the barn.”
“Why not?” Tara grumbled, getting to her feet. She walked to the side of the stall and pulled her dress off the metal bar. She slipped it on, not bothering with the dirt on her body. She knew it would not come off. She was still too wet.
Carrie was already walking down the length of the barn. She stopped at the rain barrel and used the ladle to fill a cup of water. She gave it to Tara as the redhead walked up. The woman drank it eagerly. Carrie used the ladle to get her drink.
The blonde picked up her shoes and walked, barefoot, back to the house. Her body was burning with sexual fever. She really could have gone at Tara endlessly in the stall. But they needed to have their fuckfight tonight, so they could not just stay in the barn.
Tara followed. On entering the house, Carrie dropped her shoes at the door and went immediately to the tub room. She turned on the faucet and began filling the tub. She went upstairs to her room on the second floor. Tara had already headed up to her room on the fourth. Carrie stripped naked, threw her dress on her bed (it would need to be washed tomorrow, she thought to herself), grabbed a towel and her robe and headed down to the tub room. She did not bother putting on the robe.
The water in the tub went to a few inches below the rim. She stopped it and tested the heat with her finger. It was nice and warm, just the way she liked it, steaming and soothing for her tired muscles and her aching pussy. Gratefully, Carrie lowered herself into the tub. She immersed herself completely in the water, dunking her head, then ran her fingers through her wet hair, smoothing out the tangles, then took a brush off the side table to run it through her for a few strokes. The surface of the water was dotted with specks of hay and dirt from the vigorous fucking in the barn stall. Carrie relaxed back into the water, her head resting on the raised rim of the tub, her eyes closed. She let the heat seep into her powerful muscles, rejuvenating them.
She was not at all surprised to hear the tub room door open. She opened her eyes to see Tara standing over the tub. The redhead was nude. She hung her robe and towel on a hook on the door and stepped over the side of the tub into the steaming hot water. She lowered herself into the warmth. Carrie spread her legs, letting Tara fit into the limited space. Tara immersed her head, cleaning her hair. The women smiled at each other, their wet hair like shining helmets.
“Let’s finish up what we started, slut,” Tara purred. Her nipples were pointing out from her lush tits, spearing the steaming water.
“Gladly, you cuntlicking whore,” Carrie murmured, her eyes lit with fire.
Carrie pushed herself further up on her side of the tub, then lifted her legs out of the water and hooked her heels on the rim. Tara moved over to Carrie’s side of the tub. She took one of Carrie’s legs and placed it on her shoulder and held it firm between her massive tits. She slipped one of her legs over Carrie’s hip and fit her cunt tight into the fork of the blonde’s legs. She lowered herself down onto Carrie’s juicy, yielding cunt. Both women sighed in delight as their pussies sucked and merged, the heat of the water somehow enhancing the sensation of their lush bodies flowing together, of their labia melting and merging. Tara thrust down with her hips, ramming herself deep into Carrie’s twat. Carrie bucked up with her hips, thrusting back, driving her clit deep into the redhead’s delicious fuckmeat. The blonde’s tits bounced and jolted, floating on the surface of the water. Tara was high enough out of the water that her tits could only jiggle and bounce in the open air as she fucked her rival slow and hard, every roll of her hips sending her clit searing along Carrie’s fuck trough, reaming the blonde’s slit, until their clits collided again and again.
“Mmmmmnnn, yes, fuck, yes….,” Carrie moaned as the pleasure built like a slow, deep wave.
“Yeah, oh yeah, fuck, fuck, yessss…,” Tara groaned, her head thrown back, her body rejoicing as the delicious sensations radiating out from her clit, suffused her body, filling her with heat.
The water flowed around the women, bringing them together, adding to the feelings that overwhelmed their senses. Carrie reached up and squeezed Tara’s bouncing tits, weighing and massaging the thick, dense meat. Tara reached down to grip Carrie’s jolting tits. She squeezed their nipples. The women’s bodies moved in rhythm, undulating, writhing, their hips moving tightly, keeping their soaking cunts glued together. The powerful orgasm built and built inside of them, an ever-growing tension that kept increasing with every thrust, that rippled through every muscle, adding layer on layer of pleasure until they could not endure anymore.
“Oh God, you fuck, you filthy fuck!” Carrie cried. Her pussy clenched hard, then gushed in climax.
Tara felt Carrie cumming into her cunt, hot ejaculate flowing into her twat, even in the heat of the water. The delicious sensation was too much.
“Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yesssss!!”
Tara and Carrie screamed in unison as they came over and over, harder and harder. Carrie grabbed Tara and pushed her body up. Tara released her rival’s leg and the women wrapped together, crushing tit to tit, belly to belly, kissing frantically as the power of multiple orgasm roared through them. The water in the tub sloshed over the sides, soaking the tile of the bathroom floor. The women convulsed, clinging to the other’s naked body as they rode out the waves of pleasure.
After, Tara and Carrie collapsed to the either side of the tub. Their genitals pressed tight, their bodies vibrating, they panted for a time, letting their bodies come down from the orgasmic high. After a time, Carrie stirred, then pushed herself up and lifted herself up from the water. Tara watched her through bliss-fogged eyes.
Carrie stepped out of the tub and wiped herself down. As Tara watched, the blonde brushed out her long, thick hair. The redhead continued to relish the blonde woman’s luscious naked body. She enjoyed the bounce of Carrie’s massive tits as the brush ran through the knots in her hair.
Carrie looked down at the blissful woman in the tub. “I’ll ring the bell when dinner is ready,” she promised. Naked, her towel and robe hung over her shoulder, she left the tub room.
Tara smiled and relaxed further back into the hot water. She planned to soak for a while longer. Soon, they would eat. Then, she and Carrie would fuck each other’s brains out in a battle to determine which of them would take possession of the house and property. The evening looked very promising. She could hardly wait to get started.
To be continued:
Wildcats: Tara vs. Carrie, Part VIII
The women ate supper together, both dressed in nothing but their bath robes. As before, they had little to say, but the sexual tension between them was electric. As they devoured the meat and mashed potatoes meal Carrie had prepared, the blonde could not stop her mind from wandering to the idea of eating mashed potatoes off of Tara’s lovely body, maybe eating it right out of the bitch’s cunt or ass. Tara was having very similar thoughts.
When the meal was done, Carrie laid out the ground rules. “Meet me in the hall on the third floor at 10 PM,” the blonde woman instructed. “We will use the center room on that floor. It’s big, the bed is extra large and comfortable, and it’s neutral territory for both of us.”
“10 PM it is,” Tara said, trying to sound nonchalant. It was now a little past 8 PM. She did not know why the blonde wanted to wait when they could start right now, but she did not want to seem like she lacked self-control.
Right after supper, Carrie went up and prepared the third floor room they would use as their arena. She made sure the sheets were clean. She left a couple of lamps in the room, one lit and turned down to a dull glow. Then she went to her bedroom to wait out the clock.
Tara went up to her room with a book she took from the library. She could not concentrate. She stripped off her robe and lay down naked on the bed. She set the wind-up alarm clock for 10 minutes to 10, just in case she fell asleep, but she felt far too tense for that to happen. She tried to quiet her mind. She knew she could not afford to enter the fight too horny, but it was like telling someone not to think of a white elephant. Finally, she gave in. Slowly, carefully, she began stroking her clit and kneading her tits, playing with her body, doing whatever she could to deal with the sexual hunger ravaging her senses. She suspected that masturbating might actually make things worse for her by stoking her fires hotter, but at least she was doing something to feel the intense pleasure she so desperately needed.
Two stories below, Carrie was already deep in her own masturbation session, caressing her swollen clit, sucking hard at her own tits, using her hands to pleasure her body, all the while imagining that everything she was doing to herself was being done by Tara, reprising all the delicious things to her body that the redhead had done the night before. Carrie hoped masturbating hard would take off some of the energy fueling her libido, giving her more self-control once the real thing started. She suspected this might not work, but she knew she could do nothing else. She had said they would start at 10 PM as a way to gain a psychological edge over her rival but, once again, she wondered if she had trapped herself. Still, there wasn’t too much longer to wait and she could rub out a few intense orgasms before the clock turned.
At 5 minutes to 10, Carrie got up from her bed. Her luscious body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She wiped her naked body down, brushed out her hair, and reached for her robe. She hesitated. Smiling, she left the robe. She stepped out into the hall, completely nude. The house was dark and quiet. All the lights were off. The light from the crescent moon streamed through the big window at the end of the hall, illuminating the ceilings and floor in a fairy glow. Breathing deeply, Carrie calmed herself. She listened carefully, but she did not hear any sounds from above that indicated Tara was on her way down. Carrie climbed the stairs to the third floor, her bare feet quiet on the runner, the old stairs creaking a bit under her weight.
Standing in the hall, shining in the moonlight, Tara was waiting for Carrie. Like the blonde, the redhead was completely naked. The light outlined her perfect, hourglass figure. Carrie smiled lustfully as she saw the other woman’s nude body. Her skin tingled with arousal, her clit throbbed relentlessly, her pussy grew wet and thick. Her nipples, already hard, tightened into fleshy spikes.
Carrie walked up to Tara in the dark. When they were almost nipple to nipple, she stopped. The women smiled at each other, their eyes bright with a shared fuck fever. Their mutual hunger was overwhelming.
“Are you ready to decide this, Carrie?” Tara finally asked, her sweet breath washing over Carrie’s gorgeous face.
“Yes, I am, Tara,” the blonde replied. “Your body against mine, the winner gets this house and land. Whoever cums first three times loses. Agreed?”
“Yes, I agree,” Tara breathed. “I’m going to fuck you raw, you blonde whore.”
“I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, cuntlicker,” Carrie shot back.
The women smiled at each other again, then stepped forward. Their heavy tits mated, sending spikes of erotic electricity racing through their oversexed bodies. Carrie and Tara gasped as they came together. They wrapped arms around the other’s nude body and pulled each other in, heavy tits squashing, taut bellies slapping. Their mouths locked instantly, tongues scouring the inside of mouths, then stroking and playing. Spit welled up and both women swallowed all they could. Their thick, powerful legs rubbed sensuously, their sexy bodies swayed and wriggled against the other. Their thighs slipped up to press hard against wet, hungry cunts. Kissing deeply, their hands roamed over the other’s naked body, squeezing and scratching, gripping and caressing silken flesh. Both women buried one hand in the other’s thick hair and used it to push their faces closer, harder, making their passionate kiss deeper and stronger.
Carrie and Tara moaned and grunted as they turned slowly in the hall, their bodies twining. Finally, they broke their kiss with a gasp. They panted as they rested forehead to forehead, grasping the other’s ass. A string of spit connected their red lips. It broke and dribbled down into their dense cleavage. The women’s bodies were on fire, their hunger unbearable.
“Go clit to clit and tit to tit with me, right here,” Tara whispered, her voice a low, sensuous growl. She was giddy with lust.
“Yes,” Carrie panted. “I want to feel your clit on mine, I want to feel you cumming on me…”
“I’ll make you scream, Carrie, I’ll make you beg me to give you more…,” Tara promised.
“Fuck you, cunt,” the blonde replied. She sealed her mouth to Tara’s and grasped the redhead’s beautiful ass, squeezing and clawing the taut muscle, tracing the depths of the redhead’s ass crack to probe at the puckered asshole. Tara returned the grip, shoving a finger into Carrie’s tight anus. The women leaned back to tilt their pelvises forward and bring their throbbing clits to bear. Clit slowly corkscrewed around clit. The women shuddered uncontrollably as their most exquisite organs fenced, rock-hard shaft torturing rock-hard shaft. Their cunts leaked, slick pussy lips growing hotter, thicker, with every moment. The women broke the kiss and leaned back further and pressed their sex-slimed lips together, rubbing and sliding the naked, slick flesh. Their bulging tits throbbed with heat and grew slippery with sweat, adding to the delicious sensations as titmeat surged against titmeat. Their powerful abdomens rippled and flexed, bellies undulating wildly as their hips worked around and around, keeping their clits in constant, excruciating contact. Their inner thighs and calves grew slick as their cunt juice turned to a stream of natural lubricant. Their voluptuous bodies became drenched with sweat. The moonlit hall filled with their moans and grunts.
A sudden shift of weight and Carrie succeeded in pushing Tara off-balance. The women crashed into the wall beside the bedroom door. Carrie leaned into Tara, mashing their tits harder. Their mouths snapped tight in a savage kiss. They continued to pump, asses rippling, hips jerking, their bodies fever hot, the pleasure growing and growing in unbearable waves, filling their writhing, undulating bodies to the brim…
Tara pulled Carrie’s hair savagely and broke the kiss. She gasped uncontrollably as she struggled to keep in the powerful orgasm roaring in her core. Carrie pushed cheek to cheek with the redhead, pinning the side of her face against the wall. The women panted furiously, their gasping breath turning into moans and cries of desperation as they fucked hard, each trying to push the other over the cliff first. Tara, her back pinned to the wall, grasped Carrie’s pumping ass and shoved a hot finger up the blonde’s wet, tight asshole.
“Mmmmnnnnnn, Fuck!” Carrie cried. Her body was teetering on the edge of climax, she was holding back the explosion with all her willpower. She shoved harder with her hips, pinning Tara’s clit and sliding her clit frantically up and down the excruciatingly sensitive nerves.
“Oh my GOD!” Tara screeched. A second later, she started to cum, her cunt ejaculating hard, spraying her legs and Carrie’s legs, splattering the floor and the wall.
An instant later, Carrie joined her. “Oh, FUCK!!” Carrie screamed, her pussy clenching, then gushing as it released its tension. The blonde’s hot ejaculate splashed on the wall and soaked the floor, making the wooden boards slick. The women’s ejaculations soon synchronized and they pumped their asses, pounding their wet pussies together in ecstasy, screaming as they came again and again.
They clung to each other, gasping, their bodies supported by the wall. They panted and moaned, then pressed forehead to forehead, nose to nose, to stare into the other’s eyes, as the intense pleasure slowly abated.
“That’s one for me, Tara,” Carrie whispered triumphantly. Her eyes shone with heat.
“The night is just getting started, Carrie,” Tara whispered in reply.
“Yes, it is,” the blonde agreed. Smiling, she peeled her sweat-soaked, cum-splattered body away from Tara and stood back. Tara stood up straight, her body still vibrating from the aftermath of their fucking.
Carrie opened the door to the bedroom and stepped inside, followed closely by her rival. She turned up the lantern sitting on a dresser inside the door. The light was still low and restrained, but enough to let the women easily see each other. Tara walked to the bed. She pulled aside the sheets and heavy quilt, then crawled up onto the bed. Positioning herself in the middle, she lay down flat on her back and opened her arms and spread her luscious legs, reaching to Carrie.
“Come here, fucker,” the redhead purred. “Mount up and let’s go for a nice, hard ride.”
Carrie smiled, her eyes shining with heat. She felt almost removed from her body, the lust and tension in her flesh was so intense. In moments, she and this incredible woman would be giving each other pleasure, so much pleasure it would drive them crazy with lust. They would fuck and fuck and fuck, competing with their incredible bodies, testing their self-control, until one of them could defeat the other. She just had to hold on enough to outlast the redheaded bitch.
Carrie crawled onto the bed and eagerly came up between Tara’s widespread legs. If the redhead was going to offer, Carrie would take it. The blonde slipped on top of the redhead. The women sighed in shared delight as their heavy tits crushed. Their solid, wet bellies clapped tight. Carrie wriggled, grinding her flesh onto Tara’s delicious body; Tara writhed in reply, returning the body to body grind. She twined her powerful legs through Carrie’s legs, locking the blonde in place.
“Let’s fuck, bitch,” Tara murmured to the slut on top of her. “Let’s fuck each other senseless.”
“Christ, I’m going to turn your twat into hamburger, you fucking whore,” Carrie whispered back. She began thrusting harder, driving her burning clit hard into Tara’s delicious fuck slit. “I’m going to fuck you to death.”
“Give it to me, fucker,” Tara breathed. The women’s mouth locked, their tongues tangled. Their hips jerked, exchanging thrusts and jabs, until they started to move in rhythm, keeping their hungry cunts glued together. Their powerful bodies twined, sweat-slick flesh sliding and burning, limbs locking, bodies undulating like mating snakes as they rode each other mercilessly, each determined to give the other woman more pleasure than she could bear.
Their bodies thrashed and struggled, fully at war. Sweat dripped from their lush flesh. At some point, neither knew when, Tara managed to reverse their positions, taking the top position their full-body fuck. Their long, thick red and blonde hair tangled up, forming a dense curtain over their beautiful faces. Their thick pubic bushes twined and meshed, locking their bucking bodies together in unbreakable knots.
Carrie felt the building orgasm inside of her, crashing at the barriers of her self-control, overwhelming her in waves of pure ecstasy. She broke her savage kiss with Tara, gripped the redhead’s writhing, grinding body tight, and shrieked out in sheer bliss as she ejaculated over and over into her enemy’s pounding quim. Tara strained to hold back her own wave of ecstasy but, after only moments of resistance, she let her go. She drowned Carrie’s aching cunt in a river of ejaculate, screaming in joy as she emptied herself onto and into her rival. She felt her nipples ejaculating, a sudden burning release of fluid that sent a spike vibrating through her dense, rolling tits.
For long minutes, Carrie and Tara held each other and pumped their asses, fucking orgasm after orgasm out of each other, rejoicing in the pure pleasure they gave to each other. Finally, their bodies stilled. Panting and moaning, they lay entwined, hearts pounding into each other through their dense tits, their voluptuous bodies soaked in sweat and cum. Finally, Tara rolled off of Carrie. Flat on their backs, the two beautiful women stared at the ceiling, gathering their energy.
“That goes to me,” Tara grunted. “Now it’s a tie.”
Carrie said nothing. After a few more moments, the blonde sat up. Her hair pulled painfully at Tara’s red mane. The women grunted as they ripped apart. Carrie sat on her ass, her back to the foot of the bed, and spread her wet legs wide.
“Time for another round, fucker,” she hissed. “We’re not stopping until this is decided.”
Tara smiled, her green eyes glowing with feverish lust. She sat up, spread her legs, and slipped her body into Carrie’s waiting body. Their thick-lipped cunts kissed with a wet sucking slap. Their throbbing tits mated, nipple searing to nipple. The women pressed nose to nose, forehead to forehead, and smiled at each other viciously. Their hips jerked and asses rippled as they fucked hard, grinding swollen cunts, fencing with engorged clits. Their mouths sealed, their tongues knotted. They rode each other furiously, bucking and writhing, twisting and churning their hips, fucking and fucking until their bodies went stiff in a series of excruciating, shared orgasms.
“OH GOD, YOU FUCKING CUNNTTT!!!!”
“BITCH, BITCH, YOU CUNTEATING FUCK!!!”
The pleasure was unbearably intense. Screaming, sobbing, the women fell away from each other and arched their backs high as they rammed their cunts together as hard as they could, fucking desperately. Tara and Carrie passed out.
For a time, the room was silent except for the sobbing pants of the two incredibly voluptuous women. They floated in the aftermath, their bodies vibrating with sensual pleasure, tingling with erotic electricity. Their hungry cunts ached for more, their swollen breasts throbbed with sexual heat.
Carrie pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down at Tara. The redhead had an arm thrown over her forehead. Her massive tits quivered with each hot pant. Groaning, Carrie disentangled her legs from Tara’s, pulled their knotted cunts apart, and rolled onto her belly for a moment. She got on her hands and knees and began crawling backward down Tara’s body. In moments, the women were staring directly into the other woman’s cum-smeared twat. Spreading her legs, offering herself to the redhead, Carrie lowered her cunt onto Tara’s face. At the same moment, she hungrily dropped her face into Tara’s cunt, rubbing her cheeks on the thick-lips of her enemy’s twat, inhaling its intoxicating scent, before fitting her mouth over Tara’s netherlips. Carrie began to suck and lick, feasting on her rival. Tara eagerly, lustfully returned the favour. Grasping Carrie’s muscular ass, raising her head, she buried her face in Carrie’s dripping quim and began eating it ravenously. She played with Carrie’s slick cunt lips and tight asshole, stroking and teasing with her fingers even as her tongue and lips tortured the blonde’s enlarged clit.
The women rolled onto their sides and wrapped their sweaty thighs around the other’s head. From this position of equality, they devoured each other, immersing themselves in the other woman’s genitals, both filled with an overwhelming sexual hunger. They lost track of time as they came, over and over again, into the other woman’s gorgeous face. Their hair was soaked in ejaculate, they swallowed back all of the discharge that they could. What they missed splattered out to coat their tits and bellies. Tara and Carrie screamed and moaned, bucked and heaved, sucking and fingering and eventually fisting each other as they pulled screaming orgasm after orgasm out of the other. Their hunger for each other somehow grew more and more intense the longer they struggled. More than an hour later, they finally released each other and collapsed side by side, their heads pointing in the opposite directions. Carrie reached down and cupped and squeezed one of Tara’s perfect tits, tweaking the hard nipple. Tara returned the grip, kneading Carrie’s thick tit, twisting the blonde’s thick nipple in return.
“God, you’re a good fuck,” Carrie panted.
“So are you, cunt,” Tara whispered. She felt on the verge of passing out again and she fought against it.
Carrie spoke again, after a few moments. “What is the score?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t we call that suck-off another tie and go from there?”
“Fine,” Carrie grunted, sitting up. “But we can’t keep calling these ties. We need to settle this tonight.”
Tara sat up. “Let’s finger fuck,” she purred. “Keep it nice and simple.”
Carrie smiled and nodded. She got on her knees and moved towards Tara, who met her in the center of the bed. The women leaned into each other, letting their firm tits take the weight of their bodies, nipples sizzling and sealing to nipples. Carrie and Tara grabbed the back of the other’s head and pushed their faces more deeply together as they sank into a deep, tongue-thrashing kiss. Their free hands slipped between their rival’s legs. Expert fingers traced and teased slick, burning cunt lips and pulsing clits. Their fingers stroked at burning labia before plunging deep and hard inside of vaginal walls, seeking g spots and other sensitive nerves to stimulate and torture. They groaned deep in their kiss as their fingers explored. Their pussies were soon dripping, forming small puddles on the bed under their soaked twats. Their thighs quivered with tension as the finger fuck wore on. Pulses of heat radiated out of their over-stimulated twats, lighting up their bodies’ erogenous zones, setting their struggling nipples on fire. Their hands grew wet with cunt juice as they tortured each other with ecstasy.
Both women felt the end coming, tremendous, aching orgasms locked deep inside their cunts, slowly rising to the surface to push and throb at the dams of their self-control. Tara shoved two fingers up Carrie’s asshole and pumped hard, reaming the blonde’s cunt and ass at the same time. Carrie instantly returned the violation, eagerly pumping her enemy. The women groaned and moaned piteously into each other’s mouths, tears streaming down their faces, both struggling desperately to keep from going off. They pushed their faces even harder together, their mouths and tongues working, sucking, lapping. Suddenly, Tara released Carrie’s head and used her free hand to slap the blonde’s taut ass. She pounded the firm, round meat with two, three quick, stinging slaps. The sudden shock of exquisite pain was just too much. Carrie’s tight twat clenched hard around Tara’s invading fingers, then released in a gusher of cum as the blonde came with excruciating force.
Carrie broke their ferocious kiss and shrieked in ecstasy as her body shivered and shook, convulsing around her powerful orgasm. In desperation, she pulled her fingers out of Tara’s ass. In a final attack, she shoved all her fingers into the redhead’s vise-tight cunt and balled her fist, twisting it. Tara screamed as a powerful orgasm exploded through her body.
“YOU CUNT, YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!”
“WHORE, DIRTY FILTHY WHORE!!”
The shuddering women fell onto their sides, still clinging to each other, as the orgasms wracked their luscious bodies. They twisted and writhed in each other’s arms, rubbing and grinding their bodies like mating snakes even as they ejaculated onto each other.
After a while, their writhing bodies quieted. Panting and sobbing, Tara and Carrie lay side by side, Carrie on her belly, Tara on her back.
“I won that round,” Tara gasped.
“Fuck you, whore,” Carrie panted into the bed. “You were just lucky.” She had to concede. Carrie knew she was now behind two to one. She needed to make up the difference.
Tara turned her head to stare at the beautiful blonde lying on her stomach beside her. Carrie’s face was turned away from the redhead. Tara smiled.
“I was smart, you cunt,” she snarled. Summoning her remaining stamina, she rolled onto Carrie’s naked back. Tara slipped an arm under Carrie’s body and grabbed and squeezed one of the blonde’s massive tits. At the same time, she drove her fist hard and deep up between Carrie’s spread legs and into the blonde’s exposed, unprotected cunt.
“OH FUCK!!” Carrie screeched, arching back like a bow, twisting on the end of Tara’s pumping fist, her cunt clenching and squeezing around the violating hand. Tara bit Carrie’s shoulder, then pulled the blonde’s head around and locked the woman into a passionate kiss. Her hand continued working the blonde’s twat, stretching and straining the deliciously tight vagina, rubbing and rubbing at the woman’s swollen, throbbing clit. The women twisted and writhed, their powerful bodies squirming and thrashing, tangled together, as Tara struggled to deliver the finishing blow to her disadvantaged rival while Carrie desperately tried to pull herself free and relieve her body from the swell of orgasmic energy rapidly building inside of her. Tara released the kiss and pressed cheek to cheek with Carrie, her fist pumping torturously inside of her blonde competitor. The beautiful women’s sweaty faces pressed tight, their pants and growls combined, their curses and whimpers grew more frantic as they fought.
“Cum, you dirty little fuck, cum, CUM!” Tara growled. She licked and bit at Carrie’s jaw.
“Fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOU!!” Carrie cried, her screams growing more desperate. Her hand was on Tara’s arm, trying to push the redhead out of her body, but their strength was too evenly matched and Carrie was fighting her own pleasure.
“OH GOD, YOU CUNT!!” Carrie shrieked. “OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING, YOU WHORE, I’M CUUUUUMMMMMINGG!”
The blonde released a gusher of ejaculate. She screamed and screamed. Her body twisted and bucked, thrashing like a fish on a hook, convulsing in pure ecstasy as she came over and over. Her hungry cunt closed on Tara’s wrist like a vise, the mouth of her pussy contracting and releasing constantly. Tara’s fist pumped like a piston, reaming out Carrie’s aching twat, working its way deeper and deeper into the blonde’s core.
Carrie screamed and thrashed, cumming and cumming. Finally, both women slick with sweat and cum, they collapsed, Tara draped over Carrie’s quivering body. The redhead finally pulled her arm out of Carrie’s succulent cunt. It came out with a sucking pop. Tara moaned and flopped over onto her back. Her heart pounded, her breath came in pants. She licked her hand, enjoying the taste of Carrie’s creamy ejaculate.
“I won, fucker,” Tara finally smiled. “I beat you three times. This land, this house is mine.”
Slowly, painfully, Carrie pushed herself to a sitting position. Her eyes burned with rage and humiliation as she looked down at Tara. She had set the terms of this contest and she had lost. Even worse, she had lost three to one. It was not even close.
“You dirty fucking whore,” Carrie rasped. “I accept that you’ve won. The house and land are yours.”
Tara smiled wider. She spread her legs and opened her arms. “Good to know that you are a good loser, you slut. Now come here; I’m going to take my victory fuck from you for the rest of the night.”
“Fuck off, cunt,” Carrie snarled. The naked, sweat and cum-drenched woman crawled to the side of the bed and stepped onto the wooden floor. Somewhat unsteadily, she began walking across the room to the door.
“Where are you going?” Tara exclaimed, somewhat startled. She pushed herself up on her side, watching Carries’ exquisite back, swaying hips and flexing ass as she blonde retreated.
Carrie opened the door and turned around to sneer at the redhead. “You won our contest. I can’t deny that. But if you think I’ll keep being your fucktoy after that, you’re out of your fucking mind.” She gestured down the length of her voluptuous body. “I’m not spreading my legs for you anymore, bitch. Get used to it.”
With that, the nude woman stepped into the hall and closed the door. The redhead threw herself back on the bed, her body already starting to ache for the sex it wasn’t going to have.
To be continued:

Wildcats: Tara vs. Carrie, Part IX
Tara returned to her room on the fourth floor after Carrie had left her and had fallen into an exhausted and satisfied sleep. When she woke the next morning, it was a little before 7 AM. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. To her chagrin, she had woken up hornier than ever, the events of the night before playing over and over in her mind. It was obvious that Carrie intended to deny Tara the pleasure of her body for the remainder of the redhead’s time at the house. Tara had to wait at least another four days before she could go into town and collect the documents that certified her as the sole and legal owner of the property. Last night, after her victory and with her body temporarily sated, she had thought that resisting the siren call of Carrie’s cunt was something she could do. Now, as she lay in bed, the throbbing heat in her tits and cunt told her how incredibly difficult that would be to accomplish.
The breakfast bell rang at 7. Tara crawled out of bed, washed her face and sponged her body down at the basin by the window, then reached for her robe. At the last moment, she paused, then smiled wickedly. Leaving the robe on the hook behind the door, she opened the door and stepped into the hall, completely naked. If Carrie was going to deny Tara her body, Tara could at least show the blonde what she was missing.
Tara padded down the three flights of stairs. She entered the breakfast room. Her place was set at the table, but Carrie was not there. Tara saw a note beside her place setting. She picked it up and read it.
“I will be doing work on the property all day. I have set up the fire for the hot water tank. You can have hot water for your bath when you want it. I will be back this evening.”
Tara snarled to herself and crumpled the note. She knew that what Carrie was really doing was removing herself from their drama, removing the temptation of giving into her lust for Tara’s body.
Tara ate her breakfast. She went back up to her room, pulled on a dress with nothing underneath, pulled on her shoes, grabbed a sunhat and a book. She walked out the back of the house and traced the path down to the pond she had visited a few days before. Once there, she kicked off her shoes, lay back on the soft grass and tried to sleep. She read her book. She was too distracted to concentrate. As the morning grew hot, she stood up, pulled off her dress, and let the sun’s heat play on her naked body. She waded into the pond and began to swim back and forth, diving down, cooling off, before climbing back onto the edge of the pond. The glistening water evaporated off her silken skin as she lay flat on her back, sprawled out under the sun’s warmth.
Tara reached between her legs and stroked her wet, furry cunt and teased her slick pussy lips with her fingers. She caressed her aching clit and used her free hand to pull one of her massive tits to her mouth. She licked and sucked her swollen nipple and probed the depths of her soaking cunt. She turned herself over to the pleasure, all the while imagining that it was Carrie doing these delicious things to her voluptuous body.
She gently squeezed and stroked her pulsing clit and kneaded and bit her swelling tit. “Ah, God,” Tara moaned. “You dirty whore, you dirty, fucking slut…” she moaned to the imaginary Carrie. For more than half an hour, Tara pleasured herself, torturing her body with sensual touches, letting her mind carry her further and further to where she wanted to be. “AH, FUCCKKKK!!” she finally screamed, her hips jerking and her twat squirting as she came hard. She arched her back high, screaming in relief and release as her body thrashed in ecstasy.
Tara lay on the soft grass, panting, her luscious body dripping with sweat. The waves of pleasure gradually subsided, but her hunger grew even greater. After a few more minutes, she started again.
EARLIER IN THE DAY:
Carrie rose early. She ran her hands over her naked body and could not suppress the surge of erotic energy that rippled through her voluptuous flesh. She shuddered and grunted, her pussy growing hot and wet, as her mind turned to the events of the night before. She had spent a feverish night fighting back her own lust, testing her will to the limit, to keep from going back upstairs, opening Tara’s bedroom door, and throwing her naked body onto the redhead and fucking the other woman senseless.
Carrie pulled on an old dress and nothing else. She pulled a sack out of a trunk at the foot of her bed. She walked downstairs to the kitchen and prepared breakfast, then prepared herself a lunch. She went outside and got the fire going for the hot water later in the day, then made her way to the barn, still barefoot. She saddled up her old horse, deposited her lunch and the sack from her bedroom in the saddle bags, then pulled on some boots and a hat she kept in the barn. By 7 AM, she was riding out onto her property, heading away from the house.
Carrie rode her old horse deeper onto her land. She skirted the edges of the river that defined the southern border, then made her way further into the forest. She finally came to a grassy field bordering the edge of the woods. This was the most isolated, private spot on her property. Carrie dismounted the horse and left it to eat its fill in the grassy plain. She threw the saddle bag over her shoulder and walked into the trees until she came to a clearing, one she had found a couple of years before when she was out exploring. From here, she could hear the dim murmur of the river, but the thick foliage stifled most other noise.
Carrie threw her hat on the loam, pulled off her boots, and pulled her old dress over her head, casting it on the ground beside the hat. She stood completely nude, her toes digging into the soft earth, the heat in the clearing raising beads of sweat on her lush, naked body. She cupped her massive tits and squeezed them gently, then squeezed the nipples a bit harder. She gasped with pleasure, then raised her left tit to her mouth and began sucking the engorged teat, imagining that it was Tara sucking and licking her swollen gland. Carrie slid her hand down her taut, wet belly, through her dense bush, and began teasing her throbbing pussy.
“Fuuuucccckkk,” the blonde beauty moaned. Her whole body felt on fire. Every time her thoughts turned to the redheaded bitch back at her house the heat in her flesh grew hotter.
Carrie sat on the ground, her legs spread, and stroked and caressed her nether lips, explored her inner vaginal walls, and gently prodded her pulsing, thickening clit. Groaning, she pulled over her saddle bag and extracted the sack she had taken from her bedroom. She opened the sack and removed a massive leather dildo, her most faithful companion of the past year or so. She lay back and used the monstrous shaft to tease her cunt, running it up and down her pussy lips, pushing it just far enough to stretch her vaginal mouth, teasing and torturing herself. Finally, she could not take anymore. She braced herself and, using both hands, thrust the massive prick deep and hard into her pussy, filling herself to the brim, stretching her pussy to its limits.
“YES, OH FUCK, YESSSSSS!!!” Carrie howled, her back arching as she penetrated herself to the core. It was delicious. She wasted no time. She used the shaft to ream out her cunt, driving it in and out, around and around, giving herself intense sexual pleasure. Even with the artificial dick pumping her core, her mind still turned to Tara. She remembered the sensations of the redhead’s body on her’s, of their heavy tits rolling and mashing, their nipples stabbing and mating, their hot bellies slapping and rubbing, their rock-hard clits grinding and grinding furiously as they inflicted immeasurable pleasure on each other.
“OH GOD, YOU FUCK!!” Carrie screamed as a powerful orgasm roared through her. She bridged, her back arching high, her toes curling in ecstasy, her whole body shuddering and shaking as waves of tension rippled through her. She squirted, soaking the dildo. After almost a minute, she collapsed on the soft loam, panting hard, sweat dotting her skin.
“Unnnnnnn,” Carrie moaned. She floated in bliss, but only for a minute or so. Then, the thoughts of Tara, the desire for pure sexual pleasure, reasserted itself. Smiling dreamily, she turned her hands, fingers and toys to the delicious task of satisfying her limitless carnal hunger.
Both women pleasured themselves throughout the day, their voluptuous bodies seemingly inexhaustible as they pulled powerful orgasm after orgasm from their cores. Carrie and Tara soon found that, rather than satisfying and quenching their hunger for the other woman, their constant sexual stimulation made them only more lustful for the other’s body. At lunchtime, Carrie paused from her self-ministrations and ate her prepared meal. Tara returned to the house from the pond and made her lunch. After lunch, she returned to the pond. Both women slept in the heat of the afternoon sun, but neither could resist the need for more sexual pleasure.
At around 5:30, Carrie roused herself from her sexual trance. She was soaked in sweat and cum. She walked down to the river, naked, and dived in. She swam for a few minutes, enjoying the refreshing coolness, letting the water wash away the sign of her erotic frenzy. She let the sun dry her off on the riverbank, then returned to the clearing, pulled on her clothing, and walked out to find her grazing horse. Soon, she was riding back to the house.
A little before 6, Tara pulled herself from her own sexual stupor. She bathed in the pond one final time. She dried off, then pulled on her dress and began the walk back to the house. She saw that the fire was going again under the hot water boiler and Carrie’s horse was in the barn. The redhead felt her heart pounding, her tits aching with tension, and her pussy wet and hot, as she walked up the stairs to the back porch. She opened the kitchen door and stepped in. Carrie was there, working on a pot over the stove. She was making some kind of delicious-smelling soup.
The beautiful women’s eyes locked. Their wild excitement, the erotic tension between them, was immediate and overpowering. Somehow, the blonde and the redhead knew exactly what the other woman had been doing all day. Their hair was unkempt, their skin glowed with a sensual flush. Their bodies radiated sexual power.
Carrie put down the spoon and removed the pot from the fire. Without a word, she turned away from Tara and walked, barefoot, into the parlor. Tara kicked off her shoes, put her hat and book on the kitchen table, and followed the blonde.
Carrie turned around, her hands on her wide hips, her bulging chest thrust out. Her thick nipples indented the thin cloth.
Tara’s heart pounded, she felt almost light-headed with lust and excitement. She stood in a position mirroring Carrie. Green eyes locked to blue. The heat and sexual tension between their incredible bodies grew stronger and stronger. Soon, they were both panting, their tits heaving. Tara finally spoke.
“I’m willing to sell you this house and land,” the redhead said, her voice trembling.
“You know I don’t have the money to pay for it,” Carrie growled.
“I don’t want you to pay with money,” Tara said hoarsely, her throat dry. She moved a bit closer to Carrie, her bare feet scuffing the rug. Her lower lip quivered with tension, her eyes glowed with feverish desire. “I want you to pay with your body. Spread your legs for me. Give me your cunt, your tits, every part of you. In exchange, once I’m satisfied, I’ll give you the house and land.”
She moved closer, until she was only a step away from Carrie. “It’s a fair trade,” she whispered, pulling closer, drawn by Carrie’s delicious looking lips, wanting to feel the weight of Carrie’s chest pressing against her own.
“On one condition,” Carrie replied, her voice low. She was almost blind with lust, but she had to see this through. “Tomorrow morning, we go into town, find your lawyer, and you transfer the deed to me. After that, we’ll come back here and I’ll pay you what I owe you.” She stepped closer, pushing her heavy tits into Tara’s matching pair. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk,” Carrie murmured, her eyes glowing with heat.
“I agree,” Tara purred. She knew that she was taking a risk. She could sign over the property then have Carrie renege on the deal. However, she knew that Carrie wanted her just as badly as she wanted the blonde. She knew with certainty the woman would not cheat.
The women’s hot breath mixed. Tara’s bulging tits slowly crushed into Carrie’s thick rack. “Right now, I want you to give me a down payment.”
“Gladly,” Carrie whispered.
The women could not resist any longer. Their swollen nipples throbbed into each other, their hot breath mixed like a furnace. They panted hard, their hearts pounding. Carrie slipped her arms around Tara’s back and pulled the redhead in tighter, mashing their succulent tits. Tara wrapped her arms around Carrie and returned the hug. The women moaned uncontrollably, almost delirious with desire. They slipped their noses past each other and brought their hot lips together. Slick tongues touched and caressed, sensual electricity exploded across their oversexed bodies. The blonde and redhead locked together in a deep, deep kiss, their tongues twining, their spit flowing, the delicious sensations feeding every burning cell in their bodies. Their moans grew almost frantic as they consumed each other, as they tasted each other and grew ever more ravenous with hunger.
Their kiss became almost violent as each beautiful woman tried to overpower and dominate the other. They drove their mouths as hard together as they could, each woman with a hand on the back of the other’s head, pushing them in deeper, pulling hair painfully. Their bare legs tangled, the cloth of their dresses pushed aside as they swayed and twirled around the parlor, their bare feet beating a tatoo on the rug. They thrust thighs up into the other woman’s crotch, their wet pussies leaving stains on the dresses. They stumbled and fell to the carpet. Their bare legs instantly intertwined, sleek muscles locking and flexing. Their hands clawed and pulled at the other’s dress, trying to strip each other naked. Their bodies twisted into an unbreakable knot and the women rolled back and forth around the parlor, their luscious bodies thrashing as they fought to devour each other.
Dimly, through the haze of pleasure and lust, Carrie thought that it was only fitting they resolve their conflict in the same room where it had started. Now, though, they were not fighting just to fight, they were fighting to fuck, to dominate each other and claim the other woman’s pussy as their own. The women loved the feel of their naked legs thrashing and straining, the weight and heat of the other woman’s delicious body writhing in their arms, their heavy tits jerking and rolling, barely contained by the worn cloth of their dresses. Both women needed more. The heat between their legs became unbearable, the throbbing tension in their tits felt like they were about to explode.
Carrie rolled Tara onto her back and then opened her legs wider, making it harder for her to be rolled in turn. Tara’s legs twined through Carrie’s and tried to pull them together, to break the resistance, but Carrie lifted her torso up then crashed down on top of the redhead, mashing their tits hard, momentarily winding her rival. Tara grunted with the impact. Carrie grabbed Tara’s red hair tightly in one hand, pulling brutally, and lifted her body off of the woman under her. She reached down with her free hand and hooked Tara’s left leg and lifted it to her shoulder, and held the muscled limb between her sweaty cleavage. She used her other hand to pull Tara’s dress up, stripping the redhead all the way up her waist. Moaning with pure lust, Carrie pulled her own dress aside, exposing her dripping twat. Tara bucked under her, but the women’s eyes locked and they exchanged a look of almost insane lust.
“Oh yes, fuck, yes…” Tara whispered as her body readied itself for the sensation it had been craving all day.
“Here it comes, you fucker, here it comes…,” Carrie groaned. She aimed her naked, pulsing cunt directly at Tara’s matching fuckmeat and thrust hard with her hips. At the same moment, Tara bucked up with her hips, desperate to meet Carrie’s penetrating thrust.
The women’s sopping, succulent fuckmeat met with a hard, wet slap. Soft, juicy labia merged, swollen clits collided head to head, the women’s cunts locked and sucked and squeezed at each other, sealing together like hungry, starving mouths, locking together in a fuck kiss to end all fuck kisses. For the blonde and redhead, the pleasure roaring out of their locked genitals seared every inch of flesh in their voluptuous bodies, filling them to the brim with pure pleasure. The union of cunts, the meeting of fuckholes they had both been so desperately desiring all night, all day, finally happened and it was every bit as ecstatic as they had both dreamed.
“OH GOD, YOU FUCKING, FUCKING WHORE!!” Tara shrieked as her body jerked and twisted, caught in the power of their sexual merging. The pleasure was so great she feared her head would explode, she teetered on the edge of unconsciousness.
“FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!,” Carrie screamed, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, the fingers of her hand digging into Tara’s leg as she clasped the woman’s bare limb between her breasts. She thrust with her hips, needing to keep the connection to Tara’s steaming cunt intact.
As the erotic shockwaves rolling through their lush bodies built and built, Tara and Carrie moved in rhythm, keeping their pussies glued together, hips pumping in unison as they rode each other. Tara reached up and slipped her hands inside of Carrie’s loose, drooping collar, and filled her hands with the blonde’s massive, swaying tits. She squeezed and mauled the thick glands. At the same time, Carrie reached down and squeezed and kneaded Tara’s massive mammaries. The women tried to tear off the other’s dress. The cloth would not give but both succeeded in freeing their tits. Eyes locked, watching each other through half-closed eyes, the blonde and redhead fucked furiously, their powerful bodies undulating sinuously, their tattered dresses no protection against their overwhelmingly lust.
“You bitch, you bitch, you fucking bitch,” Tara moaned, massaging Carrie’s tits relentlessly, working her clit against its counterpart in a fury of sensation. The hunger in her body seemed even more unquenchable now that she was joined in ecstasy to the one woman she wanted most in the world.
“You fucking whore, you cunt,” Carrie gasped as she continued humping and riding her foe. Their hands slipped on their meaty chests as the sweat poured from their voluptuous bodies, as they fucked on and on, grinding and riding each other to higher and higher pleasure. The parlor filled with the sounds of their animal grunts, with the wet suck of cunts fucking, with the heat and scent of aroused womanhood. The women fucked on and on, their bodies twisting and jerking as they ground deeper and harder.
“Oh FUCK, OH YESSS!!” Tara finally screamed, her back arching, her body trembling in a convulsive orgasm. Her cunt clamped on Carrie’s twat like a fleshy vise and squeezed relentlessly. Carrie felt a surge of hot cum entering her body, burning up into her vaginal canal. The sensation was too delicious. Seconds later, she shrieked in orgasmic bliss and released all her tension, ejaculating into and all over Tara’s supine body.
For several minutes, the two voluptuous beauties shuddered and trembled as they exchanged and shared orgasm after orgasm. The terrible tension and desire that had built in both of them during the course of the day slowly released as they came all over each other, soaking their lower bodies and bellies in ejaculate. Their tattered dresses grew wet with sweat and cum.
Groaning, Carrie finally released Tara’s leg from between her breasts. The redhead’s leg thumped to the ground. Carrie reached up and seized Tara’s hands, which were still kneading the blonde’s big tits, intertwined their fingers, then pushed Tara’s hands out to the side and over her head as Carrie lowered her chest down onto Tara’s bare rack. The women moaned in shared pleasure as they rubbed their tits together, rolling the dense meat. Carrie settled on top of the redhead and shoved her tongue deep into her rival’s mouth. Tara sucked hungrily on the thick, pink probe. The women drooled into each other, sharing spit. Tara slipped her hands free of Carrie’s grip and sank her fingers into the blonde’s thick hair, pushing the woman’s mouth harder into her own. Carrie and Tara pulled hair for a few moments as they kissed hungrily.
Carrie broke the kiss and, using a nearby chair for support, pushed herself to her feet. She stood over Tara, swaying slightly, her legs momentarily weak. Her tits were hanging out of her collar, her dress was wet and ripped. She pulled the whole garment over her head and threw it to the parlor floor. She stood over Tara, nude and perfect, her wet pussy glistening in the light, then turned and walked out of the room. She climbed the stairs to her second floor bedroom, opened and closed the door, and threw her naked body onto her bed. Lying face down on the bed for a moment, she enjoyed the smell of the fresh sheets. Carrie rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She focused on her body, on the powerful erotic sensations and energies still coursing through her voluptuous flesh. As delicious as the fucking she had just enjoyed with Tara had been, she could feel the erotic charge in her body growing stronger and stronger, the hunger getting deeper and more ravenous.
The door to the bedroom opened and then closed. Carrie heard the deadbolt slide into place. She turned her head to watch Tara slowly approach the bed. The redhead was completely nude. She had discarded her dress downstairs. Her green eyes shone with light, with a look of pure hunger and desire.
Tara crawled onto the bed. Carrie did not move. She remained immobile as the redheaded beauty mounted her luscious body, their perfect forms aligning perfectly. The women gasped as their heavy tits met, thick, pulsing nipples fusing and mating, titmeat crushing and mashing. Their muscled bellies slapped tight. Tara pushed down and the women sighed in pleasure and erotic joy as they felt their navels suck. Carrie spread her legs wide and tilted her pelvis upward, opening her cunt, offering her dripping pussy to her rival. Tara spread her own legs inside of Carrie’s open thighs, lining up their succulent twats. The women felt the raging heat burning off the other’s genitals, their swollen clits twitched and throbbed with tension. Slowly, carefully, Tara pushed her fiery, raw fuckmeat down onto Carrie’s matching pudenda. Their engorged clits slipped inside and caressed, head to head. Excruciating waves of pleasure radiated through the women’s shuddering bodies. They cried out in unison. Carrie dug her fingers into Tara’s flexing ass, pulling the redhead into her more deeply. Tara sobbed and snarled and slipped her hands under Carrie’s body to grasp the blonde’s meaty ass. Carrie slipped her legs through Tara’s legs, locking their lush bodies together.
The women pressed nose to nose, they touched tongues and lips, they shared panting breath, they rubbed their gorgeous faces together cheek to cheek, nose on nose, but they did not kiss. Occasionally, in explosions of passion, they bit each other, leaving love bites on cheeks and chins, necks and shoulders. Their half-open eyes stayed locked as they shared the deepest intimacy of their lives, as they watched each other hawkishly, yearning to see the moment when the other would explode in an overpowering orgasmic release. All the while, their engorged clits worked against each other, caressing head to head, sliding back and forth, matching length to length, being squeezed together inside of inosculated cunts, radiating pure ecstasy with every pulsing stroke. The sensual power filled their bodies, set their flesh on fire, and made both women feel like they were melting into each other, sharing exquisite pleasure, becoming one rapturous body. Their tits felt merged, their grating nipples burning like stars with the intense friction, melting their meaty glands into one. Their bodies became soaked with sweat, between their thighs cunt juice flowed like a river. The fucking went on and on, driving the beautiful woman crazy with lust and need.
For more than an hour, Tara and Carrie tortured each other clit to clit. Both women were delirious, driven out of their minds with the erotic pleasure they were giving to each other. The end finally came. The tension stored in their quivering bodies suddenly hit a peak that could not be restrained any longer. They came almost simultaneously, their cunts erupting in long, hot streams of ejaculate, their bodies quivering uncontrollably as their muscles locked and strained against each other, binding their trembling flesh together even more tightly.
Carrie and Tara pulled hair, they arched their backs and writhed and rubbed their bodies, their mouths open in silent screams of pure ecstasy as they soaked each other in cum and sweat. Their nipples ejaculated powerfully, sending exquisite sensation pulsing through their burning titmeat. For long minutes, their powerful bodies undulated on the bed, their muscles straining in release. They sobbed uncontrollably, licking and biting at each other’s faces. Finally, their voices came back as the intense pleasure abated slightly.
“Unnnnnhhh,” Carrie moaned. “Oh God, you fuck, you dirty fuck…” She threw back her head and cried out again and again, the pleasure overwhelming her.
“Fuck, oh fuck, you whore, you fucking whore,” Tara gasped. She bit at Carrie’s shoulder, wanting to eat the other beauty alive.
The pleasure spiked again, the orgasmic power suddenly redoubling. Tara and Carrie shrieked in ecstasy, their minds overloaded, their voluptuous bodies producing too much pleasure for them to endure. Screaming, sobbing, gasping, they finally kissed in desperation, sucking at tongues, licking frantically, until they passed out, collapsing in each other’s arms, their perfect bodies wrapped together in an unbreakable knot. Exhausted, overwhelmed with pleasure, they joined together in oblivion.
Epilogue:
It was some time before the women regained consciousness. When they did, they resumed their fucking, giving and taking as much pleasure from each other as they could. They fucked all night, passing out from sheer pleasure many times. When the morning came, they shared breakfast by eating each other’s cunts and drinking each other’s pussy juices. It was late morning before they could take their hands off each other long enough to bathe, get dressed, and go into town using Carrie’s carriage. They went to the lawyer’s office. Tara signed over the property Carrie, as they had agreed. They could not tell the lawyer the nature of the payment or how much Carrie was paying. They needed to present the sale as a gift. Having completed the task, the women returned to the farm and set about settling the outstanding debt.
Carrie and Tara enjoyed each other in ways that neither woman had thought possible. For almost a week, they never stopped fucking. They took each other all over the house, in every bedroom, in the parlor, the kitchen, on the dining room table. They made their shared baths an integral part of their erotic encounters. They even went out to the barn and ended up spending an entire afternoon and night in the hayloft, fucking each other senseless. They fucked each other mercilessly in the pond and spent a entire night in the forest, wrapped together in endless lust and passion.
The day finally arrived when Tara had to leave. Her business in Seattle had been neglected for too long. Both women agreed that the land and house had been paid in full. There was no longer any debt remaining.
Standing in the foyer of the old house, Tara and Carrie waited for the carriage that would take Tara back to the town and the train station. The redhead was dressed primly, her hair up in a tight bun, her luscious body covered in a form-fitting dress with a button-up collar. The dress did not hide her voluptuousness, but it did conceal her skin. Normally, Tara loved putting her big, beautiful breasts on display. Today, she could not. Her entire body was covered in love bites, scratches and hand prints. She did not want to reveal these signs to the public, but she was proud of every wound.
Tara was dressed in an old, loose dress. She was naked under the dress and made no effort to hide the erotic markings covering her luscious body. She did not intend to leave the house when the carriage arrived.
The women stood together in silence. Even after all they had done to each other, even after all the unbearable pleasure they had given to each other, the undercurrent of tension between them included intense mutual dislike.
As the carriage pulled into the yard, Tara finally spoke.
“I consider your debt paid in full,” she said.
“Yes, I think that is clear,” Carrie responded drily. Her pussy was too sore, her breasts too tender, for any other conclusion.
Tara paused, then spoke again, a bit more uncertainly. “I am thinking about moving my activities to the town,” she said. “Seattle is good, but I think I can stake myself here and start up some gambling as the town grows.”
Carrie felt a lump in her throat. She nodded. “That sounds like a good idea.”
“I may need a place to stay, when I first arrive,” the redhead continued.
“You’re welcome to stay here, like any paying guest.”
“Maybe, we can work out a way for me to pay…in something other than coin,” Tara murmured, her eyes hot.
Carrie smiled. Her blue eyes burned. She stepped up to the redheaded beauty. Despite both women’s tits being tender, they pressed their swollen glands together and gasped in unison.
“I think that such an arrangement may be possible,” she whispered. The blonde pressed her lips tightly against Tara’s red lips. The women trembled as desire fired in them once more. Their tongues touched, they followed their slick pink probes into the other’s mouth and sank into a deep, passionate, spit-filled kiss. Their bodies wriggled against each other, their arms wrapped around their backs and crushed each other tight.
The kiss lasted a long time. Finally, they pulled apart, a thick line of saliva connecting their red lips. The women licked it up before it could fall on their dresses, and pressed together, face to face, nose to nose, forehead to forehead. They panted, the fires burning in their loins back with a vengeance.
“I’m looking forward to your next visit, you redheaded cuntlicker,” Carrie murmured.
“I’m looking forward to visiting, you blonde fuckwhore,” Tara whispered.
The women finally separated. Picking up her bag, Tara nodded at her host. She opened the door and marched down the steps to the carriage, trying to ignore the painful ache between her legs. The carriage driver came down for her bag, which he deposited in the back of the conveyance, then offered Tara his hand to help her up into the passenger seat.
As Tara settled back in the seat, she looked out at the house. Carrie was standing in the parlor window. The women’s eyes locked and intense erotic heat passed between them. Tara felt her cunt set on fire, her nipples harden into spikes. She pushed the feelings back. She could not spend all of her life here on this farm, fucking the blonde to death. She had her memories of the past week to sustain her over the months to come, before she could return. Already, she was planning what she would do to Carrie the next time she had the blonde alone and naked. She was certain that the blonde was having similar thoughts.
The carriage driver climbed into his seat and cracked the reins. The horses took off, pulling the carriage away from Carrie’s home. Carrie watched the vehicle leave. Her feelings were conflicted. She despised the redheaded woman in so many ways, but she could not deny the incredible lust burning in her core for Tara. She could not deny the excruciating pleasure they had shared over the past week. She sat on a chair in the parlor and pulled out the deed she had spent the past week paying off. She smiled. She could not imagine a better way to do business. Her pussy lit on fire as she thought about the many other ways she and Tara would do business in the future. She could hardly wait.
The End.

Love this western day theme story, the scenario is fantastic - cannot get enough of it.
A sexy as all get out catfight that turned on both hot women on to each other.
Love a sex fight story that has mutual sex battles at different places though out the whole story.
A vary smoking hot threesome that I really liked.
And the fact that both women hated each other but could not keep from fucking each other is something else = wow.
And the ending is just so, so cool.
One of my favorite JB57 stories.

Thank you, JB for Carrie - love her.