1A-The Hotel Series- The Intrusion-Revision-2026

Dear Board,

This is a rewrite of the first story in "The Hotel Series.". This story was originally a rewrite of another writer's story. The original I found very intriguing, especially two scenes/turns of phrase that really got my imagination going. I was recently re-reading my version of the story, however, and I felt that there was a lot more I could have done with it.

This story is not meant to change the original too much so much as add a lot more detail. It should work well with the other, subsequent stories, but regard this version of "The Intrusion" as my definitive version of the story.

This story is completed. I will post the other two parts over the next few days.

Enjoy!

JB


1A-The Hotel Series-The Intrusion- Room 1742- Revised Edition (2026) by JB57

Pat enjoyed accompanying her husband, Robert, to business functions, like the retirement dinner they had been at tonight for the Senior VP in his office. Pat was a beautiful and voluptuous woman and Robert loved showing her off to his colleagues and co-workers. For Pat, these activities allowed her to add to her wardrobe and to spend her time and his money at the salon getting her hair and nails done.

But the events had an extra special spice. Robert was blessed to work in an office that had many beautiful, voluptuous and seductive women who loved putting their lush bodies on display to be ogled and appreciated. Many of the partners at his firm also had beautiful trophy wives whom they liked to show off. Events like the retirement dinner gave everyone the opportunity to see those gorgeous women, including Pat, in plunging necklines, bare backs, thigh-high slits, short skirts, nylons and heels. The surfeit of beautiful, sexy women in revealing and seductive outfits got Robert so turned on that he and Pat had animalistic sex nearly every night for a week afterwards.

So it was that, an hour after the dinner had concluded, Pat and Robert were upstairs on the king size bed of their hotel room, rolling around in the nude, their clothes having been discarded between there and the door, with Robert desperate to drive his cock into Pat’s tight, hot cunt and Pat winding him up, teasing him, torturing him, getting him ready for the incredible fucking she intended to give him.

Pat enjoyed the heated passion of skin to skin contact and she enjoyed the seductive power of anticipation. She let Robert fondle her, stroke her, suck and squeeze her tits, finger her pussy, do everything else except fuck her. She played him like a fiddle, driving him and, not incidentally, herself crazy with lust. Right now, she was lying on top of Robert, rubbing her huge, delicious tits into his chest, torturing him with her rock-hard nipples and adding fuel to his fire with verbal teases.

“I saw you eyeing Cheryl’s open-to-her-navel dress…and when you saw Sherry’s legs in her five inch heels…and Marsha looked her usual sluttiest. Her skirt was so tight that it looked like it would rip, and her tits were pushed up so much that I thought they would pop out of that dress along with her nipples…and you won’t believe this, but she practically invited herself to spend some bed-time with us tonight. Can you believe her nerve?!”

“Well, Marsha may have the hottest body of all the women in the group,” Robert smiled at Pat, trying to seem in control, but he was holding onto his voluptuous, naked wife, so lustful he could hardly think straight. He knew that, when the time came, the fucking she would give him would blow his mind!

“Hmmmm – you think that slut’s body is as good as mine?” Pat asked tartly.

To Robert’s great distress, Pat climbed off of him and out of bed. With a mischievous smile, she stood beside the bed, wonderfully nude, put her hands on her wide, muscular hips, and cocked her pelvis forward, drawing his eyes to her juicy pussy, which was wet with secretions. Her perfect cunt was clean shaven around its thick pink lips, but crowned by a small, dense, triangle-shaped thatch of brown pubic hair. Her swollen clit peeked out at the crest of her labia, twitching with tension, attesting to Pat’s arousal. Robert’s eyes moved over his wife’s taut abdomen, her deep, narrow navel that he loved to tongue, to her narrow waist, tracing her deliciously toned, hourglass figure. He admired her thick, heavy, DD breasts, succulent glands that swelled from her chest, needless of support. Robert’s cock grew even harder as he drank in her voluptuous beauty. Pat looked spectacular in her tiny, barely-there thong bikinis, but she looked even better naked.

“Oh baby,” Robert groaned, “No one’s body is as good as yours! Marsha is just a distant second.”

Pat grinned. “Glad to hear it, honey. That’s the right answer! Now…”

She swayed her hips seductively as she climbed back into bed and crawled onto Robert’s chest, pushing him back onto the mattress. Pat rubbed her lush body all over her husband who groaned in unbearable lust. Robert had thought he had learned to control himself with his wife but, tonight, after the delicious stimulation of the flesh-show at the dinner and an hour of his gorgeous, curvaceous wife rubbing herself on him and teasing him, he was not sure that he could keep from exploding much longer! Pat lay on top of her husband, chest to chest, and positioned herself so that Robert’s massive erection jutted up between her thighs, nested in her ass cheeks. Her wet pussy slid on the top edge of the engorged cock, her thick pussy lips kissing gently at the turgid prick. Pat carried teasing to a whole new level of torture.

Pat smiled down into Robert’s face, enjoying her husband’s expression of agony. “Don’t worry baby,” Pat purred. “Just a little longer and I’ll let you stick that big, hard prick all the way up my nice, tight, wet, hot little hole -just imagine what it will feel like, to be balls deep inside of me until you just explode… and I’m going to squeeeezzzzee you so tight!” She contracted her pussy, letting her cunt lips suck enticingly at the length of Robert’s tumescent shaft.

Robert groaned, in genuine distress, as his mind and body absorbed her words. His prick got even bigger and harder, something he did not think possible. Pat smiled, her eyes feverish with desire. Her body was on fire too, her libido at its peak. She did not think she could hold out much longer either.

Just then, there was a knock on the hotel room door and a woman’s voice hollered “Room Service!”

Robert and Pat paused and looked at each other in confusion.

“What the fuck is this?” Pat asked in irritation.

“Is that Marsha?” Robert asked, recognizing the voice.

“Marsha?” Pat replied, puzzled. “What could she want?” Even as she said it, Pat realized she had just mentioned her earlier conversation with the “slutty” Marsha, who had strongly indicated she would like to join Pat and Robert in their bed. Surely the woman was not actually trying to make that fantasy a reality?

“Open up!” cooed the voice again. “Special delivery!”

Nude and steaming hot from arousal, now annoyed at this intrusion, Pat hopped off the bed and scampered to the door. She looked through the peephole to confirm their suspicions. The woman on the other side was definitely Marsha. Foolishly, Pat opened the door just a little and poked her head around.

“What do you want, Marsha? We’re busy!”

Marsha barreled into the door, knocking it into Pat and opening it enough for her to burst into the hotel room. Marsha was wearing a short, white terrycloth hotel robe that was sashed so low on her hips that it was falling open and displaying a considerable amount of lush cleavage and tanned belly. She wore black heels which showed off her long, bare, muscled legs to delicious effect. Her long dark hair hung loose.

Marsha stopped when she got inside the room and saw Robert in bed, pulling up the sheets in a futile effort to cover his nakedness and hide his enormous erection.
“Oohhh my,” Marsha purred, her eyes lighting with heat.

Marsha was still smiling at Robert’s massive erection when she saw that Pat was reaching for her robe in an effort to pull her back and push her out into the hall. Pat grabbed the robe in a tight grip. Marsha undid the sash and, with a quick spin, moved three feet further into the room, leaving Pat holding an empty robe.

The small desk lamp at the far end of the room was the only illumination. It showed Marsha standing in the center of the hotel room, completely gloriously naked, except for a pair of pink bikini panties and three inch black heels.

Pat and Robert were both a little stunned by what they saw. Just a few minutes before, Robert had asserted that Marsha’s body was not as good as Pat’s luscious body. But the nearly naked beauty revealed to them now was every bit as curvaceous, every bit as enticingly muscled, as Pat’s magnificent form. It was clear that Marsha’s massive tits were perfectly shaped, unsupported DDs and were not one ounce less meaty than Pat’s delicious rack. The only part of Marsha’s body not visible to the amorous couple, her panty-covered pussy, was almost certainly every bit as impressive as the rest of the beautiful woman.

Marsha stood with her delectable tits thrust out, her back arched, her hands on her womanly hips, proudly displaying her incredible, nearly naked, body. Marsha looked Robert in the eyes, smiling wickedly, then let her eyes move down to observe the man’s jutting prick. Robert had dropped the sheet covering himself in shock when Marsha was revealed and Marsha watched with amusement as Robert’s cock visibly twitched with tension after apparently hitting the limit of how much it could grow. She smiled at the effect her luscious body was having on the man.

Pat fumed. She was hot and horny and had been expecting a great night fucking her husband to within an inch of his life. Now, this office slut was ruining her time with Robert and, even worse, was presenting a body that rivaled Pat’s own voluptuous beauty, stealing the wife’s thunder with her husband. Having to deal with this bitch was infuriating, especially when Pat’s libido had spent the past hour being ramped up to its maximum. She moved towards Marsha.

“Get out of our room, Marsha,” Pat hissed.

Pat threw the terry-cloth robe at the other woman. It bounced off of Marsha harmlessly, but the black-haired beauty made no move to pick it up. Pat closed the distance between them. She grabbed Marsha by her muscled arm then got behind the dark-haired bitch and started pushing her by her bare back towards the door. Pat had the intruder most of the way there before Marsha dug in her heels and twisted around, facing Pat.

“Stop pushing me!” Marsha shouted. She braced herself. The women’s beautiful bodies collided, naked torso to naked torso, their full, heavy breasts slapping together. Despite her greater height in her heels, because she was leaning slightly forward, Marsha’s tits crushed with Pat’s massive tits directly, nipple to nipple, mass to mass. Both women gasped at the sudden, intense, sensuous contact. Titmeat slammed into titmeat, both pairs of dense glands wobbled, and hard nipples caught on hard nipples, sending a deliciously erotic electric shock through the voluptuous women. Pat was sure her pussy gushed a little in response.

The impact of juicy tit to tit stopped Pat’s momentum for a moment, but Marsha’s heels slipped on the carpet and Pat resumed pushing her backwards into the door, now throwing her chest into the push, grunting as her heavy tits wrestled and rolled with Marsha’s matching glands. Pat tried to ignore the powerful tingle of electricity surging up her spine and through her breasts as they struggled with their firm, bulging counterparts on the other woman.

Marsha hit the door with a “thud”. The impact did not hurt, but it stung and fed her building irritation. The fact that the married couple did not want her to join them was infuriating her. She was not a woman used to rejection and now that she had seen Robert and Pat naked, she was more determined than ever to force her way into their bed. She was impressed by Robert’s massive prick but even more by Pat’s naked, luscious body. She had known that Pat was a voluptuous beauty, of course, but she rarely met women who were her equal in terms of physical beauty and natural endowments. Her imagination was already alight with what she could do with such a delicious body!

When Pat had to ease off a little to grab the door handle, Marsha decided to get even. She placed her hands on Pat’s bare, muscled shoulders and shoved the other woman hard into the side wall.

“No one pushes me around like that, you little bitch,” Marsha growled.

“I’m a bitch?” Pat snarled, her anger finally exploding. “You’re invading our hotel room, you cunt! You’re the bitchy slut who has to get out of here now!”

“Fuck you!”

The two equally luscious women, one nude, the other almost as good as nude, squared off in the tiny arena of the room’s foyer, a rectangle about one by two meters. As Pat twisted away from Marsha, she was jabbed in the side by the door handle. Angrily, Pat threw an elbow and kicked at Marsha, causing the intruder to back off a bit. Pat continued turning and had her back to the door when Marsha rushed forward and slammed her body full onto Pat’s, pushing the brunette woman forcefully into the door. Marsha smirked at the payback for a moment, then readied herself for combat by kicking off her shoes to give her a better grip on the floor. With a mutual scream, the two beautiful, enraged women threw themselves at each other. The battle was joined.

Both women’s initial strategy was simply to push and shove the other woman away and into the door or one of the walls. They shouted and screamed at each other, slapping at the other’s voluptuous body, grabbing wrists and arms, pushing shoulders. The violent shoving match soon turned into a hair-pulling battle. Pat tore at Marsha’s dark locks and Marsha sank her fingers into Pat’s thick brunette curls. Screaming and shouting, the battling beauties pulled and shoved each other around the small arena by their heads, kicking at each other’s bare legs with their bare feet, slapping and punching when they could. Their big, beautiful tits jiggled and bounced ferociously on their chests and it was not long before both women found that, inevitably, their hands had seized the other’s majestic tits and the struggle turned into a tit-twisting, tit-squeezing brawl. The pace and intensity of their battle increased sharply.

While each woman had had her tits groped before and while each had been in a couple of minor ‘cat-spats’ in high school and her early twenties, neither woman had ever had her tits grabbed and squeezed and clawed and twisted like this, and neither had ever imagined doing these things to another woman. But for three, four, five, even ten minutes neither had any qualms about mangling the other woman’s two spectacular jugs, slapping and punching and kicking at each other in a frenzy of hate and rage. Their bodies grew hot and began to drip with sweat; their manhandled tits throbbed with the erotic effect of constant stimulation.

Robert watched all of this from the bed as he stroked the biggest, most sensitive, pulsating erection he had ever had. He was entranced as the battling women cupped and squeezed and kneaded and tortured their opponent’s perfect tits. They moaned and cried out as they ravaged their rival’s gorgeous body. They panted and groaned as they pushed each other around the small space. Watching two beautiful, naked women fight each other sexually was every man’s wet dream. Robert could not believe that his fantasy seemed to be coming true before his eyes as the two women with the most perfect, voluptuous bodies that he knew seemed to be locked in a ferocious struggle to the finish. He knew he might eventually need to intervene on the side of his wife but, for now, he was willing to sit back and quietly masturbate as he watched with rapt attention.

Only when the women’s angry adrenaline rushes ran dry did they slow down. Gradually, their battle came to a stop. Spent, panting and sweating, they fell into each other’s arms, locked up in a clinch like two boxers. Their arms wrapped around the other’s curving, narrow waist, holding and leaning into each other heavily because their legs were wobbly with exhaustion. Their cursing and shrieks faded to deep breathing and softer moans. They rested their heads on their opponent’s shoulder and pressed cheek to cheek.

Their minds were sorting through all that had happened during the past several minutes, and neither woman fully realized that their four equally large, meaty tits were tightly, deliciously mashed between their overheated and sweaty bodies, nipples hard and pulsing into each other. But both women felt the intense pleasure emanating from their mated chests, from the electric pressure of their docked nipples, the sensual delight of their sensitive, sweat-soaked glands slickly rubbing and mashing. They could feel their already primed and stoked libidos building into a raging fever, fed by the tit to tit wet friction. Neither woman identified whose damp, soft cheek was resting against her own, or whose warm breath was blowing onto her ear, or whose hand was softly rubbing up and down the naked flesh of her sculpted back, or whose hot thigh was pushing tightly into her drenched pussy. Neither fully realized the deep desire that was now filling their sexy bodies, reverberating in their mated tits and their aching pussies, making both of them unbearably, insanely, sexually aroused.

With a groaning sigh, Pat and Marsha pulled their heads back from the other’s shoulder. They pressed nose to nose, sweaty forehead to forehead, their eyes closed. Then, at the same time, they ran their hot pink tongues over their dry lips. It was purely accidental when their lips rasped together, and their tongues, both extended in a moistening motion, touched. But the sudden contact of those two exquisitely sensitive pink probes was like putting a match to a pile of gasoline soaked paper.

Neither woman could even think. The sudden, intense erotic contact was too much, sending a shockwave of pleasure from their tongues to their swollen clits, and they both acted instinctively, in response to the overwhelming sexual hunger that had stealthily filled their aching bodies. Each woman’s head tilted to the right as her mouth opened and sealed with the other woman’s wet, ravenous mouth. Soft lips melted together and each woman’s tongue shot boldly into the other’s opening. Hot spit was exchanged as their thick tongues twisted and wrestled, licking and lapping at each other, each touch, each stroke feeling unbelievably good. They moaned passionately, insanely aroused by the delicious, sensuous contact. Electricity trickled through their bodies, warming their thighs, swelling their throbbing, quivering tits, setting fire to their pussies. The powerfully aroused women pressed and pulled their bodies tightly together, running their hands over the other’s burning flesh, pressing firm belly to belly, their massive tits crushing and throbbing, mushrooming, pushing out to their sides. Their nipples sealed as one, aching and burning like stars. They moaned deep in their throats as their passionate kiss intensified, as they slopped spit back and forth.

Their bodies moved on sexual instinct. Pat was only doing what she had done with her husband an hour earlier when she dropped her hands to Marsha’s flaring hips and began to push the other woman’s pink panties down. Marsha was only doing what she had done many times before when she lowered her hands and assisted, pulling the pink panties down, down Marsha’s muscled thighs. Never breaking the consuming kiss, Marsha’s pink panties slowly slid down the rest of her long legs to her bare feet and she stepped out of them. Now equally nude, Marsha and Pat fixed their hands to the other woman’s beautiful ass and squeezed hard, pulling the other’s body even more firmly into their own. They felt the thick landing strips on their otherwise clean-shaven cunts crunch and tangle and knot.

The two women continued to kiss deeply, lustfully, tongues twined, as they sank to the floor together, to their knees, breasts mashed, bellies mated, hot navels sucking, thigh to thigh. They rubbed belly to belly, tit grinding on tit, sensual pleasure growing and growing, their voluptuous bodies slick with hot sweat. Marsha pushed harder and guided Pat onto her back, following the brunette down to the carpeted floor, mounting her lush body.

The nude women writhed on the floor of the hotel room, both lost in the intense erotic pleasure of their encounter, neither fully knowing what was happening and who they were in the process of fucking. Marsha wriggled on top of Pat’s undulating body, the women’s tits and bellies grinding deliciously, their legs twining and stroking, their bare toes running along smooth calves.

Pat’s mind pushed off the erotic haze just a bit and recognized that something was a little different than usual when Marsha positioned herself between Pat’s legs and spread the brunette’s thighs with her thighs, exposing both succulent cunts to each other. With a hard thrust, Marsha squashed her pussy onto Pat’s hot, sopping cunt, and rubbed around and around and around. The wetness and heat between their legs increased exponentially. Their soft, thick pussy lips crushed wetly and slowly merged and mutually penetrated, their hot, slippery labia melted together and fused, and their cunts sucked hungrily at each other. Course pubic hair grated and twined. Locked in their passionate kiss, the women moaned in sheer bliss as excruciating pleasure filled their luscious bodies to the brim.

Marsha began to thrust into Pat’s eager cunt, driving hard and deep, her twat on fire, its heat matched by the furnace boiling from between Pat’s legs. The women’s cunts kissed and sucked and fused, becoming one. In the face of this incredible pleasure, of this unbelievably erotic sensation, it took several seconds before the alarm bells began ringing in Pat’s brain. Grunting, she broke the passionate kiss.

“Oh God, ohh god, oohh my god, please...” she cried before biting her lip to try and contain the incredible orgasm shockingly building within her. Marsha was fucking her, penetrating and filling her in a way that felt unbearably, ecstatically good, better than anything, and she had to stop it.

“Oh, you don’t have to say please to me,” Marsha whispered mockingly, her breath coming in hot pants of lust. “I’ve watched you strutting around like hot-stuff at so many of these shindigs, but now you’re going to get burnt.”

“Fuck you!” Pat screamed. She pulled at Marsha’s hair and clawed at the black-haired beauty’s sweaty back and flexing ass, but she was trapped beneath Marsha’s writhing, grinding body, her tits were mashed under Marsha’s firm, massive rack and their bellies were sliding and slapping sensuously. Involuntarily, overcome with the erotic sensations, Pat found herself writhing and grinding in response, rubbing and jerking her body into Marsha’s lusty form, fucking back as hard as she could.

Marsha increased the power and rate of her thrusting hips. Both women felt like their pussies were overflowing with heat and tension and Marsha rejoiced in the feeling of her tight cunt open and spread and locked into Pat’s soft, yielding pussy, labia mashed to labia, fuck lips seared to fuck lips. She felt like she was invading Pat’s hot, soft core with every thrust, even as she felt Pat’s thick clit rubbing and grinding her own, lodging inside of her, violating her body just as deliciously. Hot juice flowed from their inosculated cunts like water and their wet, hard clits stroked each other with electric intensity. A powerful suction formed between the women’s vaginal canals as they forced each other open and sealed into one.

Pat moaned in anguish, pressed cheek to cheek with Marsha, who kept driving into her, riding her hard, whose cunt was so completely merged and mashed with Pat’s cunt that the brunette beauty did not know where she ended and her sexual attacker began. Their clits were rubbing, rubbing, getting bigger, harder, more sensitive with every second, taking over their bodies, threatening to explode. Pat bucked and heaved in passion, trying to throw Marsha off, trying to fuck Marsha back, not wanting the incredible fucking being inflicted on her by this dirty whore to end! Oh God, it was so good!

“You bitch, you fucking bitch!!” Pat screamed. She gripped Marsha’s perfect, powerful, flexing ass with both hands and pulled the bitch as deep into her cunt, as hard onto her writhing body, as she could, trying to crush their swollen, pulsing clits.

“You cunt, you dirty little cunt!!” Marsha gasped. She worked her ass as hard as she could, transported by the sheer ecstasy of the pleasure radiating out from her pussy as she fucked this beautiful bitch senseless. Desperately, Marsha rammed her mouth back onto Pat’s mouth, a kiss that the brunette returned with equal passion and lust, their tongues licking and thrusting inside their sealed orifices.

The women’s bucking, heaving, thrusting bodies pounded on the floor, their moans and groans of pleasure muffled by their animal kiss, their writhing, undulating fuck building to a devastating climax.

Pat suddenly broke the kiss, twisting her head away, gasping.

“OH FUCKING GOD!!”

Pat exploded in the most intense orgasm of her life. Nova heat burned out of her pinned, open, aching cunt, filling her with raw ecstasy, blowing her mind with erotic power. She spasmed, bucking hard. Her nails dug into Marsha’s firm, rippling ass, pulling even harder, trying to make their cunts one seething, electric mass of pleasure. Pat arched her back, lifting the woman on top.

“OH GOD, OH FUCK!!”

With a shriek and three kicking jolts Pat passed out under Marsha.

Marsha groaned in absolute ecstasy and experienced two delicious, devastating orgasmic jolts as she ejaculated powerfully into Pat’s cunt. Shuddering with this final release, the black-haired vixen collapsed on top of the brunette woman.

Marsha lay atop Pat with her eyes closed, floating in the aftermath of incredible pleasure. She enjoyed the hot, wet feel of their pussies sucked tight, their clits throbbing together. She enjoyed the exquisite weight of Pat’s thick, meaty tits crushed and pulsing into her own. She enjoyed the sensuous feel of their hot, sweaty bellies flattened together, their navels sucking. She panted in heat.

After a while, Marsha peeled her sweat-soaked body off of Pat’s body. She cupped and squeezed one of Pat’s massive tits, eliciting a mild groan from the unconscious beauty, then lowered her head to lick and suck hungrily at the hard nipple.

Marsha smiled as she looked over at Robert, standing with the sheet around his ankles, and still with a good sized boner despite having fired two volleys during the past half-hour.

Slowly, seductively, Marsha crawled over to Robert on her hands and knees, her pendulous tits swaying gently as she crossed the space between them. She got on her knees in front of him and began to fondle, kiss, and lick Robert’s cock. “I’m afraid I’m all out of ammo,” Robert grunted, but Marsha had waited for this moment for a long time. She would give Robert all the help he needed if it meant it got her a mouthful of his cum and, even better, a cuntful of his prick. She sucked hard on his slowly swelling member, stroking his balls, pausing to suck each small jewel into her mouth and tease them with her tongue. Robert groaned in ecstasy as his cock surged back to life. Marsha was so focused on helping Robert reload that she was unaware of Pat awakening behind her.

Pat returned to consciousness slowly, disconnected from reality. Vaguely, she had the sense that she had been fucked out of her mind, literally. Her body had been carried to such an extreme level of pleasure that her mind had shut down. She felt languid, like enormous tension had been released deep in her core. At the same time, her skin felt hot and she was soaked in sweat. Electricity was emanating from her tight cunt, radiating in her flesh. All over, her nerves, her skin, seemed to be vibrating in the aftermath of incredible pleasure. Then she heard the slurping sounds and moans from the corner, and everything that had happened came rushing back, including who it was that had left her in this state.

She rolled onto her side, to see Marsha sucking hard at Robert’s cock. The other woman had the thick shaft deep into her throat and was moving her head expertly back and forth. As Pat watched, rage building up inside of her, Marsha released the cock’s shaft, and began nibbling around the head of Robert’s penis, of the penis that belonged to Pat!

For Pat, it barely mattered that Robert was not doing anything to resist the slut deep-throating his cock. He was just a horny man, easily led by his prick, and Pat had been winding him up for more than an hour, so she was willing to forgive. But Marsha was intruding on Pat’s territory, trying to take her husband right in front of her! Pat had long suspected that Marsha had designs on Robert and this only confirmed that feeling.

Pat’s energy returned to her in a flash of rage. She sprang to her feet, crossed the room, and seized Marsha by her dark hair, pulling her off of Robert’s dick. Marsha screeched; Pat yanked her to her feet and, still holding onto her enemy’s hair, dragged the other woman across the room.

“Let go of me, you cunt!” shrieked Marsha, pulling at Pat’s hands, trying to free her tortured head. Pat snarled, spun the other woman around, and then let go of her hair. Marsha smashed into the wall and slid, dazed, to the ground.

“You tramp. You fucking cunt. You think you can come in here and fuck my husband right under my nose?” Pat was enraged beyond words. She had been humiliated by this whore twice already; she was not taking it anymore.

Marsha got quickly to her feet, and placed her hands on her hips, thrusting out her bulging chest, flaunting her aroused womanhood. “I fucked you! I thought it was only right to do your husband too,” she sneered.

“You bitch!” shrieked Pat, advancing on her now-hated enemy.

“Your husband deserves a better cunt than yours,” Marsha snarled. “I’m better than you. I’ve already proved that, but let’s do it again, little girl. You against me, tit to tit, cunt to cunt. Let’s see if you last half a minute against my superior pussy and tits, you weak bitch.”

Pat was in a fury, but the challenge also sent a thrill of pleasure and anticipation through her. She had not forgotten that Marsha had already inflicted upon her the three most excruciatingly intense and pleasurable orgasms of her life. “You’re on, you slutty whore,” she replied. “I’m going to fuck you to death.”

The two naked women crossed the short distance separating them and came crashing together. Thick, meaty tits crushed solidly. Their hard bellies slapped. Both women gasped as their pubic regions impacted, their thick bushes tangling. The women wrapped their arms around the other woman’s back, pulling their naked bodies tightly together, mashing their tits, sealing their bellies in a solid, firm embrace. Snarling, Pat and Marsha tilted their pelvises forward. Their juicy cunt lips kissed with a slap of wet meat. Their swollen, pulsating clits collided, head to head, sending a shockwave of pure ecstasy reverberating through their bodies.

“FUCK!!” Pat cried.

“GOD!!” Marsha screamed.

Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, glaring with hate, the women rubbed clits ferociously. The expressions of rage, hate and pure lust that flashed across their beautiful faces fueled their mutual desire. Pat and Marsha gripped their enemy’s perfect ass tightly. The women pumped at each other, powerful asses rippling with effort as they clitfucked. They clawed at each other’s backs and buttocks, raising welts, forcing small whimpers of pain and excruciating pleasure from each other.

“You whore, you fucking whore!”

“Filthy, fucking slut!”

Marsha pushed her face into Pat’s and the two opened their mouths and drove their tongues together. All the while, their hips rocked and moved in a powerful, tight circular motion, grinding into each other as hard as they could, their swollen clits fencing and jousting furiously, sending endless, flowing pleasure through every muscle, every cell in their sexually voracious bodies. Pat felt like she was being cut in two by the raw sensations; she had never been so pleasured in her life. Using the most exquisitely sensitive and erotic part of her body against another woman’s most sensitive and erotic parts filled her with a thrilling sense of sexual power.

Cunt juices flowed down the women’s slick inner thighs from their incredibly aroused pussies. Their bellies rippled, navels sucking and releasing then sucking again constantly. The women’s voluptuous bodies were at war, trying to overwhelm the other with erotic sensations, trying to devour and destroy their rival with raw pleasure.

Marsha and Pat shrieked into each other’s mouths, their wrestling tongues thrashing, and tightened their grips on the other’s pumping ass. Both had to break the kiss, throwing back their heads to gasp and moan, then sob as their hips continued to jerk, pushing both women up to the pinnacles of pleasure.

The slick wet heat and devastating ecstasy was too much for both. They screamed in concert, then bucked hard into each other as they came. The skin around their joined pussies was doused with cunt juice. Their legs lost all strength and they collapsed to the ground, riding each other down to the floor. Pat landed on top, her body jerking and thrashing as chain orgasms tore through her cunt. Under her, Marsha held on and bucked, groaning and gasping, her legs kicking out with each orgasmic jolt, struggling to stay conscious. Their firm, thick breasts rubbed and rolled together, burning with arousal, grinding mercilessly as the two women fucked to the finish. Marsha and Pat collapsed in each other’s arms, the pleasure too much for them to endure.

The women lay on the floor, their bodies entwined, too stunned to move. Robert had watched the sexual duel raptly and was more aroused than ever before. He hoped that the two women would keep on fighting. Despite their mutual animosity, it was clear that they were both enjoying their battle enormously.

After a few minutes, Pat began to stir as she regained her senses. Her movements brought Marsha back to full awareness, too. When Pat realized where she was and what had happened, she seized Marsha by the hair. Marsha quickly reciprocated the grip, and in moments the two women were struggling to control each other.

“Dirty whore! I’m not done with you,” Pat snarled at her enemy.

“Bitch! I’m not finished with you either!” Marsha spat back, her face contorted with anger and lust.

Pat thrust down with her hot cunt; Marsha bucked back. With their legs spread, the women were able to better penetrate each other, reclaiming the cunt to cunt lock that had so pleasured them in their first fuck, except Pat was now the woman on top. Their thrusting cunts sucked and fused, working into each other. They sealed together again, their hot pink labia fusing in ecstasy in soft, wet squelches of pleasure. They worked their hips, using their vaginal lips to push into each other, to lock their genitals into a deep, mutually penetrating fuck kiss. Pat thrust down powerfully, using her superior position to her best advantage, spreading and penetrating Marsha’s cunt with her own, jerking her hips in a hard rhythm. Marsha drove herself up, thrusting her hips and tensing her powerful legs, grinding her hot, soaking cunt into its enemy counterpart. The women’s steaming pussies melted together, and their thick, burning clits rammed into each other relentlessly.

“Oh, fuck!,” Pat gasped, shivering with the intense shocks of excruciating pleasure. She pumped harder, grinding her clit into Marsha’s equally hard sex, loving the burning joy that shot through her with every thrust.

“Fucking God!” Marsha gasped, driving back against Pat’s engorged clit with all the strength of her hips and ass.

The women’s bodies shook with tension, their hips and asses thrust and rocked. Pat and Marsha shoved their foreheads together and glared hatefully into the other’s eyes. Their teeth gritted in vicious snarls of anger and lust, the women panted raggedly even as their bodies worked to grind their cunts into one hot, wet sucking mass of pure, unbearable pleasure.

Marsha looped her thighs around Pat’s hips, locked her ankles under Pat’s rippling ass, and bucked up with all of her strength. Their massive tits crushed flat, sending pulses of ecstasy echoing through their bodies, their hard nipples rubbed tight. Between their burning clits and their throbbing tits, the women gasped and groaned in joy, riding each other to higher and higher heights of pleasure. Their erotic moaning grew louder and louder until, suddenly, Pat stiffened.

“Fuck, oh CHRIST!!,” she howled. She jerked hard, every muscle going rigid, her ass driving down as her orgasm detonated deep inside her cunt and rolled out in waves of pleasure.

“God, oh fuck, fuck, FUCK…,” Marsha moaned. Locked to Pat, she felt the other woman’s jolting orgasm, felt her clit crushed even harder by Pat’s convulsing sexhorn, then exploded in pure pleasure.

Pat and Marsha moaned in shared, overpowering sexual agony as they emptied their bodies into each other, the tension flowing from their muscles and their overtaxed sexes like the hot cum that jetted from their enflamed pussies. They ejaculated into each other over and over as they hit several orgasmic peaks, their bodies synchronized. As she shuddered in wave after wave of pleasure, Pat had the vague thought that she could not remember ever cumming like this before in her life. She was shocked and pleased to discover she was a copious squirter.

Again, the battling women collapsed in each other’s arms, weak as kittens. The pleasure washing through them slowly abated, but they were both drained. Pat lay on Marsha, their breasts flattened into one pulsing meaty mass, her face buried in the other woman’s hair, feeling Marsha’s hot breath blowing on her neck and the heat of the other woman’s body crushed to hers, The fuckfights she had just endured were easily the most intense and pleasurable sexual experiences of her life. Neither woman had ever fucked like this before in her life. They were exploring new erotic territory together.

Exhausted, Pat rolled herself off of the sexual intruder, to lie beside Marsha on the thick hotel rug. Her tits heaved. Her lush body glistened with sweat, which dripped down her lush form to the carpet. Groaning, she looked up and saw Robert. He had an expression of bewildered excitement on his face, as if his deepest fantasies had just come true before his eyes. His cock was still engorged and he was stroking it lightly. She remembered what Marsha had been doing to him right after she had assaulted Pat and that memory was enough to give the wronged wife her second wind.

Pulling herself to her knees, Pat reached down and grabbed Marsha’s thick hair. The other woman protested weakly. “Let me go, you cunt,” she moaned, too tired to do much more. But Pat yanked Marsha to her feet and, hauling her by her hair, dragged her back to the king-size bed. Marsha batted at Pat’s hands, but let herself be pulled, hoping to buy the time to regain some of her energy.

Pat threw Marsha onto the bed, so that the dark-haired woman landed on her stomach. Then, Pat threw herself onto Marsha’s back. She enjoyed the feeling of naked flesh to flesh, of her heavy tits pushing into Marsha’s shoulders, of their thrashing legs twining together and struggling for control. Her wet pussy pushed into the crack of Marsha’s ass and she rubbed hard, leaving a wet trail on the other woman’s firm buttocks. Her thick right thigh jammed up into Marsha’s cunt.

“Let me up, you bitch,” Marsha groaned. But Pat just pushed down harder into the beautiful, full body beneath her own, enjoying the sense of control. She reached under Marsha’s body and cupped and squeezed the woman’s massive right tit. She smiled as the hard nipple bore into her palm, as Marsha thrashed beneath her frantically. She pushed her cunt to Marsha’s ass and rode the other woman a little harder.

Finally, Marsha stopped struggling, knowing she was in too disadvantaged a position to force her way up. “Let me go, you fucker,” the black-haired beauty hissed.

Pat leaned forward and ran her tongue along Marsha’s right earlobe. “I’m just starting with you, you whore. You wanted into our bed? Well, you’re going to get more than you bargained for!” she whispered in her enemy’s ear. She smiled as she felt Marsha’s anger and resistance flare again.

“Fuck you! I’m more woman than you can handle, you little slut.”

Pat smiled again, and then pulled Marsha’s face around, towards hers. She drove her mouth down onto Marsha’s and thrilled as the other woman’s tongue lashed at hers. For long minutes, their tongues fought a brutal, sensuous battle inside their locked mouths, the women’s groans and cries building, hot spit flowing, until, finally, Marsha had to surrender here too. The angle was just too difficult. She was risking choking on the spit Pat was releasing into her mouth, despite swallowing as much as she could. She broke the kiss, gasping, her eyes blazing with humiliation, just as Pat wanted.

Pat got off of Marsha and rolled the black-haired vixen onto her back, then quickly straddled the woman, her pussy resting on Marsha’s belly, her legs pinning down the woman’s arms. The two enemies exchanged hot, hungry looks and Pat knew that Marsha was not fully defeated yet. Good. She reached down and kneaded Marsha’s massive rack, her fingers sinking into the yielding titflesh, her thumbs and forefingers squeezing the hard brown nipples like knobs. She smiled as Marsha moaned and wriggled her body into the bed. Then, Pat reached behind her and lazily traced her right hand down Marsha’s belly to her still sodden, hot cunt, while keeping her left hand sunk into Marsha’s massive right tit.

Pat was slow and cautious in her violation of Marsha’s cunt, until she saw that the other woman was clearly enjoying her gentle, teasing prodding. She sank two fingers deep and hard into Marsha’s boiling pussy and smiled as she watched the black-haired bitch writhe in pleasure beneath her. Marsha was enjoying this violation. Marsha’s face became a study in concentration, defiance mixed with ecstasy, the desire to resist the powerful orgasm building in her core versus the aching need to give in to the raw pleasure. Pat enjoyed the show, her hand pumping viciously. She inserted a third finger and diddled Marsha’s clit with her thumb, then smiled savagely as Marsha bucked and gasped beneath her, the intruder’s heavy tits rocking with her jerking motions.

Marsha began to sigh and thrash her head back and forth, her hips jerked and her breath came in panting gasps. Thrusting her hips high, almost throwing Pat off her bucking body, she shrieked out in ecstasy. “FUCK!!, Oh God, oh fuck, fuck, fuck…” Her voice trailed off into crying moans as the orgasms roared through her.

Pat smiled. She leaned back, allowing Marsha to free her arms and hands. Panting, heaving in the aftermath of her multi-orgasmic climax, Marsha reached up and fondled Pat’s majestic breasts. She ran her hands on Pat’s taut, heavy tits and squeezed the aching nipples. Pat returned the favour. While still gripping and kneading Marsha’s tits, she got off the black-haired woman and stretched herself out beside her humiliated enemy.

To be continued:

I haven’t read your original version in a while so I don’t remember much but this was great. So sensual, primal and vicious.

Hot hot hot! I like it. I do need to reread the original version now. I remember the characters but need to see what changed. Irrespective I loved it!

The Intrusion-Revision- Part II

For a few minutes, the women lay on their sides facing each other, kneading and massaging the other’s tits. Their gasps and groans became gradually more intense as their breasts became more sensitive, more aroused with every moment. Their nipples were on fire and as hard as rocks. The women felt pressure deep in their titmeat, building tension that demanded release with greater and greater urgency.

As one, the two women lowered their panting faces to the other woman’s chest, gripped the opposite one of their rival’s throbbing tits, and sank their teeth into the engorged nipple, sucking ravenously. The women moaned in uncontrollable pleasure and desire. They used their free hand to knead, massage and squeeze their enemy’s remaining tit.

It did not take too long for the pleasure and the pressure to become unbearable. Crying out, Pat and Marsha experienced nipple orgasms for the first time in their lives. Their tits squirted and cum trickled out of their burning pussies as the ecstasy in their overstimulated breasts peaked. They jerked as they squeezed and twisted the other’s succulent tit with a combination of viciousness and pure lust. They bit and sucked at their rival’s engorged gland, swallowing back the nipple cum, licking and lapping. Neither women’s hunger was satiated. The nipple orgasms fed their burning need to fuck.

Pat rolled away from Marsha and sat up on the bed, panting. Robert was sitting in the corner, on the couch, watching the women avidly. He was naked and was stroking his shaft gently. At some point, he had acquired a towel from the suite bathroom and had jerked off into it several times. Pat realized that if she had experienced the most intense, pleasurable sex of her life with the bitch in her bed her husband seemed to be having a similar experience of his own.

“Enjoying what you are seeing, baby?” Pat said to Robert, her voice hoarse.

“Yes, love,” the man replied. “You’re absolutely fantastic, darling. You’re fucking sexier than I’ve ever seen you before.”

“Keep watching, hon.”

Pat got onto her knees, then sat back on her heels, her ass resting on her feet, and waited to see what Marsha would do. The black haired woman sat up, facing Pat. She mirrored Pat’s position, sitting back on her haunches, hands on her thighs. Her knees pressed into Pat’s knees.

Watching from the couch, Robert felt his throbbing prick swell again as the women lined up. From his vantage point, he was able to compare their incredible bodies directly and he could see that the beautiful females were physical equals in every way. Their heavy, perfect tits appeared to his critical eye to be almost exactly the same shape and size. Their thighs, hips and curving, sensuous backs were carved identically. Neither woman had a discernible physical advantage over the other. Robert shivered. He loved to fantasize about perfectly equal women fighting and fucking and his dream was becoming reality right before his eyes!

“It’s time for you to get your flabby ass out of our hotel room, Marsha,” Pat hissed. “I’ve proven that your pussy is no match for mine. My body is better than your body. My cunt is stronger than your cunt. It’s time to admit it and get out.”

“Nuh-uh, little girl,” Marsha shook her head in reply. “That was only round one. I’m ready for round two and we’re not going to stop until I fuck you into a coma. Then I’m going to fuck Robert’s brains out. After he spends a bit of time with his big, thick prick inside my tight little cunt, he will never go back to you!”

“You bitch! You really don’t learn, do you?”

“Oh, I learn a lot, whore. Then I come up with lots of new ways to fuck.”

Marsha sat on her muscular ass and leaned back, bracing her body with her hands. She smiled hungrily as she spread her legs, presenting her wet cunt to Pat. She used her right hand to push on her juicy cunt lips, spreading her pussy a bit, the pink, hot labia, exposing the opening of her slick, hot vaginal canal. Her swollen clit popped up, getting larger even as Pat watched.

“Come and get it, baby,” Marsha cooed.

Pat’s pussy burned with need, her clit throbbed and pulsed frantically, ravenous with lust. Her breasts tightened and hardened, her nipples became rock-hard. Her body was immediately, powerfully stimulated and excited beyond all measure by the prospect of scissor-locking with Marsha.

“Gladly, you little slut,” Pat breathed. “I’m going to suck your juicy little twat dry with mine.”

The brunette sat back and braced her body with her hands. She spread her legs, displaying her open, aching cunt to her enemy. She used her fingers to press on her pussy, opening it a bit more, assisting her swelling clit in its protuberance. By the time she started sliding up towards Marsha to scissor the whore, her heart was pounding and her breath was coming in excited pants.

Marsha’s eyes glowed and she smiled slightly. Her chest heaved and she began to pant as well. Her huge, beautiful tits jiggled aggressively. The women slid their sweat-slick left legs over rights and lined up their steaming fuck holes. Pat almost whimpered with need. She could feel the energy radiating off of Marsha’s succulent genitals and she knew her own pussy was giving off scalding heat.

The women moved closer, their dripping fuck slits hot and ready, their pulsating clits quivering with tension. Only millimeters from mating, the fuckfighting women paused, threatening each other with their superheated genitals, teasing and torturing the other with the promise of the ecstasy to come.

“I’m going to fuck your cunt off, you little slut,” Pat breathed. “I’m going to teach you to mind your fucking manners and keep your dirty twat away from my man!”

“Try it, fucker,” Marsha sneered. “Let’s see who’s the real woman in this room!”

The women could not wait any longer. They were almost insane with lust. With shared cries, they closed the final gap between their steaming twats. Their hot, wet pudenda slammed together with a thick slapping sound. The women gasped as the battle was joined, as their burning cunts mated forcefully, violating each other. Their hands behind their bodies, the women shoved even harder with their powerful hips and asses, grunting with effort as they sought to penetrate and fuse with their rival as deeply as they could. Their searing genitals spread and opened against each other like hothouse flowers, the pink, soft petals of their labia mashing into one, the deep, sucking holes of their vaginal canals meeting and creating a powerful suction as their vulvas fused tight. Their swollen, twitching clits crushed head to head and length to length within the tight, hot cage formed by their eclipsing cunts. Moving their hips slowly, rotating in opposite directions, Pat and Marsha rubbed and ground their clits relentlessly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through their shuddering bodies. Pat sucked with her vagina, sealing herself even more tightly and unbreakably to Marsha’s quivering cunt. Marsha sucked back, tightening the seal even more. The women threw back their heads and groaned in ecstasy as their bodies became one steaming, heaving, voluptuous mass of pleasure.

“Oh God, you filthy fucking whore!” Pat moaned.

“Cuntlicking slut! Dirty little twat!” Marsha gasped.

The women’s beautiful faces were masks of sexual agony as they shifted their hips to more completely slot their steaming cunts, gripped the other’s sweaty thigh, and churned their hips powerfully, grinding and grinding clit on clit, feeding each other unbearable pleasure. They fucked relentlessly, their heavy tits bouncing and spraying sweat, their bodies glistening with perspiration, their breath coming in ragged pants and desperate moans and cries of pleasure. Soon, tears were streaming down their faces as they rode each other harder and harder, higher and higher, both women clenching their teeth and doing their utmost to hold back the tidal waves of ecstasy beating at their self-control.

“Damn you, Goddamn you,” Marsha whispered. She released Pat’s thigh and reached out to grip the brunette by the back of her head. She pulled Pat towards her even as Pat eagerly returned the grip. The women’s thick, throbbing tits crushed together and they moaned in bliss as their chests matched and fused. Their mouths locked hungrily and they kissed savagely, their hips continuing to jerk and move in microscopic rotations as their clits battled furiously.

The women’s vigorous fucking went on and on, neither relenting, both trembling with passion and tension as they fought to hold back the orgasmic force struggling to explode in devastating climaxes. The room filled with the moans and groans of sexual agony, with the deliciously erotic sounds of savage kissing and the wet, sucking sounds of inosculated cunts working against each other viciously.

“Oh my GOD!!” Pat screamed. She released Marsha and fell away from the other woman, landing flat on her back on the bed, still locked cunt-deep with her enemy’s genitals.

“Fuck, oh Jesus FUCK!!” Marsha cried as she fell back, too, her body quivering with pleasure.

The women screamed and thrashed as they arched their backs, ramming their cunts as deep into each other as they could as they ejaculated hard, over and over, their mixed cum spraying up and splattering down on their bodies, coating their thighs and dotting their bellies. They bridged again and again as they pumped hot cum back and forth between their sealed cunts, their bodies bucking, writhing as multiple climaxes rippled through them, threatening to break both women. Their breasts bounced furiously, jolting on their chests as the women twisted in ecstasy.
The orgasms chained through them for one, two solid minutes, before they finally abated.

The women lay sprawled on the bed, their gorgeous, sweat-drenched bodies glistening in the dim light, their thighs scissored, their pussies locked tight. Their cunts were slick with the cum they had ejaculated into each other that had managed to escape the ravenous fuck kiss that kept them sealed together. Their tits jiggled gently as their panting breaths wracked their bodies. The women were stunned by the intensity of the pleasure they had inflicted on each other and they floated in the afterglow of their multi-orgasmic climax for some time.

After several minutes, Marsha stirred. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down her lush, sweaty body at Pat, who remained conjoined to her at their cunts. Grunting loudly, Marsha pulled herself away, the women’s inosculated genitals sucking apart with a wet, squelching sound, cum trickling out from the broken seal. Pat groaned, disturbed in her reverie by the separation. Before the brunette could fully register what was happening, Marsha turned her body around and threw herself at Pat’s juiced up twat.

Marsha wrapped her arms around Pat’s slim, muscled waist and buried her face in the brunette’s delicious cunt. She licked at the cum-slick pudenda, then used her fingers to open Pat wider and shoved her tongue deep into the woman’s fuckhole, teasing and lapping at Pat’s labia. She sucked hard on Pat’s engorged clit like a lollipop. Pat bucked and screamed, her ass rubbing into the bed, her hips jerking. She gripped the mattress fiercely, her fingers digging into the piling, as she gasped and moaned, her breath hitching as she endured the ferocious cuntlicking attack. Almost delirious with pleasure, Pat desperately locked her wet, powerful thighs around Marsha’s head, her calves resting on Marsha’s upper back and rolled the woman onto her back. From the lower position, Marsha continued to devour Pat’s pussy. She also used her free arms to reach up and grasp Pat’s pendulous tits, kneading the dense titflesh and twisting and squeezing the enflamed nipples.

“Oh God, you fucking CUNT!” Pat cried, her teeth clenched in passion, her beautiful face a rictus of agony as she tried to control the incredible sensations rippling up from her twat to the rest of her body. She did not want it to end but she wanted to fight back, to do to Marsha what the black-haired bitch was doing to her.

Groaning, Pat raised herself up and turned her body around on top of Marsha, slapping Marsha’s hands away from her breasts. Pat faced down Marsha’s body. She had rotated her body around Marsha’s attack on her throbbing cunt. Marsha did not miss a lick.

Marsha planted her face in Pat’s crotch, looped her arms over Pat’s hips and thighs until she could grasp her rival’s round ass, and continued licking and eating and devouring every millimeter of Pat’s steamy twat. She sucked Pat’s clit until the brunette beauty, cupping and squeezing her own tits, shrieked in pure pleasure, then exploded in a series of convulsive orgasms that had her gushing pussy juice all over Marsha’s face.

With a spent moan, Pat fell forward, her tits crushing to Marsha’s stomach, her face resting on Marsha’s wet, palpitating genitals.

“You little fuck,” Pat gasped. “Let’s see how you like it, bitch!”

Pat buried her face in the intruder’s steaming cunt, driving her tongue and lips into the other woman’s labial folds, seeking her enemy’s clit. She found it, licked it and sucked hard. Marsha stifled a scream in the folds of Pat’s labia and continued her ravenous assault on the brunette’s sopping wet inner pussy. Pat sobbed with pleasure and redoubled her own sucking and eating of Marsha’s burning genitals. Pat closed her thighs around Marsha’s head, then rolled over onto her side, pulling Marsha with her. Their faces buried in the other’s cunt, their hands fixed to and clawing at the other’s round ass, their bodies trembling with pleasure, moans and cries muffled in their beautiful twats, Pat and Marsha ate each other mercilessly, sucking, licking, tonguing each viciously.

Both women were determined to destroy the other with pleasure and they continued the 69 duel for a long time. They pulled several aching orgasms from each other. They screamed and screamed into their rival’s beautiful, succulent cunt. They reached down sculpted backs to pull hair. They slapped taut asses then ran their tongues up the hot flesh between cunt and anus and tongued and sucked and licked and fingered their rival’s hot asshole. They stroked and fingered dripping pussies. Finally, spent from the ecstasy, they fell into exhausted sleeps.

Robert watched all this in silence, awed by the passion and the sexual hunger with which the women consumed their rival. He did not want to interfere. He let the women sleep and pleasured himself on a couch across from the bed, feverishly replaying in his mind all he had witnessed. He looked at the clock. It was almost 2 AM. The women had been going at each other for almost four hours. The night was still young, and he was sure that the two beautiful women now sleeping in the bed, lips to cunts, could be coaxed into several more fuckfights before the night was through. He smiled and settled back to wait.

Some time later, Robert awoke with a jerk. He had fallen asleep on the couch. He became aware that one of the women was standing beside the bed while the other remained sprawled, unconscious, on the mattress. The standing woman was looking down at the other naked woman. In the semi-dark, Robert could not see either woman’s face and Pat and Marsha’s bodies were too similar for him to tell which of them he was looking at. The woman turned towards him and he realized it was Marsha.

The black-haired beauty smiled as she walked towards Robert, her bare feet silent on the carpet, her voluptuous hips swaying enticingly. Her heavy breasts jiggled.

“Did you like that, baby?” Marsha murmured. She stopped just before Robert, so he was almost eye level with her succulent, dripping cunt. “I sure did. Your wife is a great fuck. I bet you are too.”

Marsha reached down to stroke her pussy, running her fingers along the wet slit then using two fingers to form a “v”. She pushed down on her juicy cunt lips, spreading them slightly, letting Robert see the pink of her labia, the crest of her throbbing clit. A little bit of woman cum, maybe even Pat’s ejaculate, trickled from the pink flesh.

“Why don’t we find out, Robert?” Marsha murmured. Her eyes burned. Her seductive smile lit her face. She gestured with her chin at his massive, pulsing prick, which jutted from his lap like a meaty spear. “I can see that you really want to stick that big, thick cock right up this juicy little fuck hole, don’t you?”

“Marsha,” Robert said, his voice pleading. “I can’t…” His eyes darted to look at his gorgeous wife, still asleep on the bed.

“Don’t worry about her,” Marsha purred. “She’ll be out for a long time. I fucked and sucked her brains out. She won’t interrupt us again.”

Marsha stepped forward until she was straddling Robert, her thighs on either side of his thighs, her dripping pussy positioned directly over his massive erection. Her bulging tits pushed right into his face and he could not resist licking and then sucking and biting one of her hard brown nipples. Marsha put her hands on his shoulders. Robert placed his hands on the woman’s wide, strong hips.

“Here we go, baby,” Marsha whispered. She lowered herself directly onto Robert’s prick. His cock pushed at her succulent fuck lips then spread the wet, juicy meat and penetrated Marsha’s hot, sopping cunt. He plunged deeper and deeper into the woman’s steaming depths as she dropped her body down on his shaft, her cunt completely enveloping and devouring his throbbing meat. Robert took one of Marsha’s hard nipples into his mouth and sucked hungrily. Marsha pushed her chest more firmly into Robert’s face, threw back her head, and moaned with pleasure. She moved her hips, sliding the man’s prick up and down inside of her, pausing from time to time to squeeze and massage his rock-hard cock with her deep vaginal muscles. Robert gripped Marsha’s rippling ass and held on, tracing her ass crack with his fingers, teasing her wet asshole, sliding his hands up her back.

The pressure built and built inside Robert’s pulsing, throbbing cock until he was certain he could not stand any more. He did his best to relax, to hold his ejaculation at bay, but he had been teased and tortured all night and he was finally balls-deep inside of a luscious woman’s tight, hot, wet cunt. It felt unbelievably, unbearably good. He bit into Marsha’s tit harder, causing her to hiss, then smile with the pain.

Just when he was about to explode, Marsha pulled herself up and off of his prick, her vagina releasing his cock with a sucking pop, a long, liquid string of viscous juices linking her naked cunt to the man’s turgid meat. Robert groaned in an agony of disappointment. He tried to pull her back down onto his shaft, but Marsha placed her hands on his shoulders and resisted.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’re not done yet,” Marsha smiled. She got to her knees on the carpet in front of Robert, her chest almost level with his groin. She leaned forward, resting her heavy breasts on his thighs, then gripped the sides of her meaty tits with her hands and pushed them around his swollen prick. Robert moaned as his member was surrounded by hot, sweaty, firm titflesh. Marsha mashed her tits together and moved them up and down on Robert’s slick, swollen shaft. Robert gasped as the erotic sensations filled his body, rippling up from his sensitive prick to the pit of his stomach, to reverberate in his burning flesh.

Marsha titfucked Robert slowly, mashing and pressing her firm mounds around his pulsating cock until Robert was gasping and groaning. Her titflesh molded around the man’s twitching member, filling him with familiar yet distinct sensations. Robert tried to keep as quiet as he could, not wanting his noises to wake his exhausted wife, but it was getting harder and harder for him to avoid crying out in pleasure. His cock burned and throbbed, his balls were so tight he thought they might pop. Marsha lowered her head and gently licked the tip of his spear protruding from between her massive, meaty glands, teasing the sensitive flesh around his peehole, before taking more and more of his cock into her mouth, all the while continuing to rub and crush his member between her heavy tits. The heat and sweat and pressure of her dense flesh surrounding and rubbing and creating a slick friction around his pulsing prick grew more and more intense.

The sucking was finally too much. With a groan of sheer agony, Robert erupted, his hips jerking hard with each ejaculation. Marsha maintained her tit grip on his prick. Her mouth was fixed over the head of his cock and she eagerly took his entire load in her mouth, sucking and licking even as he squirted, over and over.

Robert fell back on the couch, faint and spent, barely able to stay conscious. Marsha smiled up at him, her lips dribbling a bit of his cum, which she licked up with a single stroke of her tongue.

“That was good, baby,” Marsha smiled. “Now, I’ve fucked both husband and wife. That’s a good night.” Her voice was slightly garbled by the cum she had not yet swallowed.

The black-haired vixen stood up and glanced at the bed. Pat was lying there, undisturbed, her incredible body splayed out, hot and inviting.

Marsha smiled as she walked back to the bed. She climbed onto the mattress and crawled to where Pat lay flat on her back. Marsha mounted the other dark-haired woman, grunting in pleasure as she covered Pat’s luscious body with her own, rejoicing in the feel of her huge tits mashing with Pat’s dense, firm rack, of their slick, smooth flesh coming together, of their bellies flattening to each other. She pushed her slick inner thighs onto Pat’s inner thighs and fully exposed the brunette’s steaming pussy, readying it for Marsha’s impending intrusion.

Pat gasped as she awoke with a start, responding to the hot, slick body crushing down on her own. Her sexual instincts immediately activated. Pat spread her legs and gripped Marsha’s big, strong ass. She tilted her pelvis, guiding Marsha’s soaked, burning fuckmeat into her wet, steaming pussy. With a moan of ecstasy, Marsha slid her cunt into place, reveling in the delicious fuck kiss as their genitals mated, as their wet pussy lips sizzled and squashed. Their swollen clits met head to head, sending a pulse of pure pleasure through the women’s voluptuous bodies.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Marsha moaned.

“Fuck, fuck, yes,” Pat whispered.

“Come on, you little bitch,” Marsha murmured. “Show me what you’ve got.” She drove her mouth hard and deep into Pat’s mouth, locking them into a passionate kiss, emptying the cum in her mouth into Pat’s. Their tongues lashed and licked, swapping the cum back and forth, mixing it into a spitty broth that the women eagerly sucked.

Pat broke the kiss with a gasp, her lips slick with spit and ejaculate. “You fucking whore,” the brunette hissed, tasting the cum, putting two and two together. “I’m going to make you pay for fucking my husband. I’m going to wreck your filthy twat!”

“That’s just what I want, you fucking slut!” Marsha snarled. “Fuck me as hard as you can and I’ll fuck you with everything I have! Let’s see who crawls out of this bed when we’re done with each other!”

Their mouths locked again in a passionate hate kiss, their undulating bodies writhed harder and harder, their asses pumped, their hips jerked, as they fucked ferociously. They rode each other mercilessly, fucking and fucking and fucking, joined together in rage, hate and pure lust. Some time later, the women went stiff in each other’s arms as they reached an excruciatingly powerful and pleasurable climax together. They jerked and trembled through three or four powerful orgasms. Pat and Marsha collapsed in a steaming, sweating heap of womanly flesh and raging sex.

Several minutes later, Pat rolled their sweaty bodies, mounting Marsha to take her turn on top, in the dominant position.

“We’re not stopping until I’ve fucked your clit into paste, you fucking slut,” Pat snarled. “You’re not leaving this room with your cunt intact.”

“Bring it on, little whore,” Marsha hissed. “My cunt is more than a match for anything you can put out! I’m more woman that you can handle!”

“Fuck you, whore!” Pat growled. She slammed her pussy into Marsha’s wet, waiting twat, determined to fuck the bitch into oblivion. Pat rubbed her cunt around and around, drilling into Marsha’s juicy fuckmeat.

Marsha rotated her hips in the other direction, driving herself into Pat as hard as she could, seeking to lock their succulent genitals into an unbreakable, mutual seal. The women whimpered in pleasure as their cunts merged, fusing in an explosion of erotic heat. The exquisitely sensitive flesh of their pudenda quivered with overpowering sensations. Marsha gripped Pat’s head and pulled the brunette into a savage, hateful kiss. Their tongues thrashed and twined, their moans and groans of passion harmonized. The women’s burning, sweat-drenched bodies undulated and writhed sinuously, sensuously, as they fucked lustily.

They pulled screaming, gasping orgasm after orgasm out of each other. They pounded their juicy wet cunts together savagely, locking and grinding relentlessly until they bucked and writhed in orgasmic ecstasy. They mauled each other’s tits, sucking and biting, squeezing and kneading, torturing each other with pleasure until they collapsed in a tangled mass of sweating, moaning voluptuous flesh, fur and hair.

To be continued:

So hot! My memory might be deceiving me but I have the impression you added a bit more of an introduction, because remember the original story starting rather abruptly. Either way you did a great job of building up some anticipation before the action. The scenario itself is probably one of the most tried and tested when it comes to sexfights and personally I was always most interested in your fantasy stuff but your phenomenal writing makes any story worth reading!

BtW: There seem to be some probably unintentional hyperlinks in the first part

The Intrusion: Revision Part III

Hours later, Marsha stirred feebly. She was tangled with Pat, pressed chest to chest with the bitch under her. Blearily, Marsha looked at the clock on the night table. It read 6:15 AM. She had been fucking Pat for more than eight hours. It was hardly a record for her but sometimes longevity was not the right measure. What she and Pat had done to each other had been the most intense and pleasurable sexual encounter she had ever had, and that was saying a lot.

Marsha looked down at Pat’s gorgeous face. She felt a stirring heat between her legs, a thrilling pulse in her clit. She wanted to fuck this bitch even more but, reluctantly, she reined in her libido. The business conference they were attending started this morning and she needed to be there, if only for appearances.

Carefully, trying not to wake Pat, Marsha disentangled their bodies then rolled off of the bed. Robert was asleep on the couch, naked. His shriveled prick drew Marsha’s attention. She considered giving him a pleasant wake-up surprise, then decided against it. She left him undisturbed and padded across the floor. She picked up the short, terry-cloth robe she had been wearing the night before, shrugged it on, and retrieved her sling-back three inch pumps. The robe still open, she moved to the foyer where her battle with Pat had begun. Before Marsha could open the door and leave, a voice came from behind her.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Marsha smiled and turned around. Pat was already off the bed, stalking towards her rival. The nude woman’s fantastic body looked even more erotic and irresistible in the morning light filtering in from the curtained windows.

“I’ve got business to take care of, baby doll,” Marsha cooed. “I can’t spend all my time here, playing with you.”

“Uh-uh, fucker,” Pat hissed. “You don’t leave here until I’m done with you. You’re going to pay for intruding in our room and I plan to take that price out of your dirty twat.”

Marsha smiled savagely. Her body caught on fire, her nipples hardened into spikes and she felt her clit swelling and pulsing with lust. If this bitch wanted to keep fucking, keep fighting, the raven-haired beauty was more than ready to meet her halfway!

Marsha tossed her heels aside and reached up to slowly, seductively, pull her robe back from her sculpted shoulders. She let the whole thing drop at her feet and stood nude and ready. She extended her arm, turned her palm up, and made a “come hither” gesture with her fingers.

“Come and try, you filthy little cunt,” Marsha purred.

Pat smiled viciously and walked slowly towards her opponent, her hips swaying, until their luscious bodies were only centimeters apart. Marsha placed her forearms on Pat’s shoulders; Pat placed her hands on Marsha’s waist then ran her hands down the woman’s curves to her flaring hips. The women pressed their bodies together, tits intersecting nipple to nipple, hot, hard bellies slapping tight, powerful thighs pressing. Even their bare toes met, tip to tip. Pat and Marsha pressed nose to nose, forehead to forehead. The women enjoyed the weight of titmeat on titmeat, the heat, the slick, electrical contact of lush, tingling flesh on flesh. Pat ran her tongue along the seam of Marsha’s lips. Marsha opened her mouth slightly and gently sucked in Pat’s tongue. She caressed the thick, pink probe with her own tongue, then sucked it teasingly. The women’s rock-hard nipples grew even harder, stabbing directly into each other, their areola burning with sensitivity as their lust grew exponentially.

Pat let the sucking go on for a minute, before she extricated her tongue. Marsha offered her own tongue and Pat eagerly accepted, sucking in the delicate muscle, lapping and taunting it with her own. Soon, they settled into a deep, ravenous kiss, their tongues playing, then stroking and pushing, twisting and twining. As the women kissed and sucked they undulated their naked bodies into the other, rubbing and rubbing flesh to flesh, rotating and rolling tits to tits, rippling and sliding belly to belly. Their columnar thighs rubbed, then slipped between the other’s legs and pressed hot and hard into their rival’s steaming, sopping wet pussy. Pussy lips sucked at the strong, hard, smooth thigh muscles and the pressure from the legs stimulated the pulsating clit within. Spit began to dribble from their locked mouths to their quivering, mashed cleavage.

Their raging lust spiraled out of control. Pat slipped her hands down and around Marsha’s hips until she was gripping the woman’s taut, round ass. Marsha lowered her arms from Pat’s shoulders and duplicated the brunette’s move, gripping Pat’s firm ass tightly, her fingers indenting the tight muscle.

The women spread their legs and tilted their pelvises forward, presenting their engorged clits to the other. The pulsing, twitching fuck horns crested their wet pussies. Pat and Marsha slowly, carefully, touched the two exquisitely sensitive instruments together, head to head, tip to tip.

The shockwave of pure ecstasy that roared through the women was almost overwhelming. They screamed into each other’s locked mouths and pulled hair, scratched and slapped at hot asses, their bodies undulated and rubbed together frantically, tits mashing and grinding deliciously. The women wanted more and more of what they had given each other, even as the excruciating pleasure almost demanded that they back off. But their mutual lust, their share desire for raw sexual pleasure, was impossible to deny.

Carefully, they brought their clitoral shafts back into tip to tip contact and shuddered through the waves of ecstasy. They rubbed and flicked and jousted with their swollen clits, keeping them in constant contact as they clitfucked ferociously. The women seized their rival’s rippling ass and held on, trying to pull each other even more deeply in, as they exchanged epic thrusts. Their mouths remained locked, spit flowing down their chins into their cleavage, tears streaming down their faces as the pleasure of the fuck battle intensified.

Pat and Marsha broke the kiss, gasping and moaning. They pressed forehead to forehead, sharing hot breath as they continued thrusting clit to clit, rubbing and grinding tit to tit.

“You cunt,” Pat moaned. “I’m bigger than you and harder…”

“Like fuck, you slut…my clit is bigger, thicker, stronger…”

“Goddamn you, prove it…head to head, tip to tip, right now…”

“Gladly, cuntfucker…”

The women carefully maneuvered their swollen, rock-hard clits into position, pressing the exquisitely sensitive nubs together tip to tip. Their fuck horns seemed to sizzle and melt into one, sending waves of overwhelming erotic sensation coursing through their trembling bodies. Locked together, Pat and Marsha put all the power of their hips and asses into pushing the other woman’s sex nub back, into crushing their opponent’s pulsing clit with the size and hardness of their own.

The swollen, pulsing fuck horns quivered with tension as they struggled, they seared with electrical intensity. The women’s aching vulvas burned uncontrollably as the wishbone structure of their clits, ringing the sensitive flesh of their pudenda, swelled to full arousal. Their clits met head on and slowly squashed each other back, the impossibly sensitive flesh lubricated and slippery, yet still managing to remain glued to its counterpart. The women’s gorgeous faces were etched in glorious pleasure as they glared into each other eye to eye, watching, hoping to see the instant that one of them broke the other. The women’s clits crushed each other back into their hoods, each agonizing millimeter pushing Pat and Marsha to a higher level of ecstasy.

“Oh God, you dirty, filthy FUCK!!” Pat screamed, her body unable to take any more.

“Fuck you, fuck you, you cunteating WHORE!!” Marsha screeched.

The women swollen clits melted and fused into one, setting off a shared climax that caused both women to scream in unbearable pleasure. Their mouths slammed together to swallow their screams, their hands pulled at hair and slapped at asses, their powerful bodies shook and shuddered as they clung to each other, orgasms rippling through their burning flesh. The women ejaculated over and over, soaking their thighs and bellies. Finally, they released each other and fell against the opposite walls. In the small, one meter wide space, their backs plastered against the walls, they slid down to the carpet, their legs tangled, their pussies gushing with cum and pressed tight.

Pat and Marsha collapsed in a daze in the foyer, their lush bodies vibrating with the aftershocks of some of the most intense pleasure they had yet inflicted on each other. They simultaneously realized that their dripping cunts were perfectly positioned to continue the battle. Snarling, bracing their backs against the walls on the opposite sides of the entryway, they thrust forward with their hips. Their juicy cunts slapped tight and, as they twisted their hips and pushed with their asses, their sopping wet genitals penetrated each other deeply, labia spreading and merging, fuck holes sucking and sealing. Their throbbing clits crushed once more. Pure pleasure radiated through their writhing, jerking bodies.

“God, you fuck, you dirty, filthy SLUT…!!” Pat grunted, her tits bouncing, her abs rippling as she threw all her strength into fucking her enemy down.

“You cunt, you cunt, you fucking, fucking CUNT…!!” Marsha groaned, her teeth clenched in fury as she drove back just as hard.

Hips and asses churning, bodies locked and driving at each other frantically, Marsha and Pat fucked feverishly. With their backs braced, they were able to pump at each other harder and stronger than ever before, locking and merging their wet, hot cunts, penetrating each other deeper, crushing their seething genitals into one mass of soaked, steaming fuckmeat. The vicious, vigorous fucking went on and on for another 15 minutes, until their luscious bodies were soaked with sweat and their hoarse pants filled the room.

Powerful orgasms jolted through their bodies, causing the women to slam their heads back against the wall. They shuddered and quaked as the intense pleasure ran through them, as they ejaculated into each other over and over. With sighing groans, they finally fell into unconsciousness, their minds unable to take any more sensory stimulation.

The naked women lay scissored and crumpled in the room’s foyer, their shoulders flat on the opposite walls, their heads lolling towards their jiggling chests. Robert smiled as he looked down on the sex warriors. He had been awake ever since their battle in the foyer started and he had pleasured himself two more times before the women succeeded in knocking each other out, once again. He looked at the clock. It was almost 7 AM.

Robert approached the women. He pushed Pat’s body along the wall until he could take his wife under her arms and gently pulled her out of the foyer. He lifted Pat up and carried her to the rumpled bed. He placed her flat on her back on the mattress. He went back for Marsha and repeated the process. He left the unconscious, naked women lying side by side on the bed and went into the bathroom. He needed to get ready for the conference. He was responsible for a presentation that afternoon.

Robert shaved and showered. As the hot water washed over him, his mind filled with the amazing erotic scenes he had witnessed and participated in over the past night and morning and he found himself sporting an enormous erection, one he eagerly relieved.

After the extra long shower, Robert toweled off and entered the main hotel room. He was not surprised at all by what he saw.

Pat was mounted on top of Marsha, who was gripping Pat’s slowly pumping, rippling ass tightly with both of her hands. The women’s beautiful faces were pressed cheek to cheek, facing towards Robert, their eyes closed, their mouths twisted in savage grimaces, grunts and moans and whispered curses and obscenities flowing. One of Pat’s hands was under Marsha, gripping the other woman’s ass. Pat’s other hand was buried in Marsha’s hair, pulling it viciously. Marsha’s powerful legs were twined with Pat’s muscular legs and the bottom woman’s hips were moving with Pat’s hips and ass, keeping their bellies plastered together, keeping their cunts joined and sealed. The women were slowly and powerfully grinding clits and their building moans and gasps showed they had been at it for some time. Even as Pat and Marsha fucked each other slow and hard, they were gently undulating the rest of their bodies, rubbing bellies and grinding tits, doing all they could to give and take the most pleasure possible from their rival.

As he watched the stunning women fuck, Robert felt his balls tighten and his shaft surge back to life. He had cum more often over the past night than he had in years and he was amazed that he still had anything left in him!

Pat lifted her cheek from Marsha’s cheek and pulled the other woman’s head so they were nose to nose, lip to lip. She whispered something to Marsha that Robert could not quite make out.

“Let’s see, you dirty fuck,” was Marsha’s reply. The women’s mouths closed on each other, tongues lashing, and Pat’s ass began to pump harder and deeper. The women locked hands and pushed them above their heads, giving Robert a glorious view of their massive tits, tightly compacted balls of taut flesh, squashed hard and tight between their bodies, the succulent glands quivering as the women’s bodies writhed. The women’s grunting and moaning grew more intense, louder. Pat’s pumping grew faster, harder. Marsha moved with her, keeping up the pace. Suddenly, both women went stiff, their leg muscles going taut, their muffled screams reaching a crescendo. Pat thrust her body down as hard as she could and went rigid; Marsha bucked up, bridging her spine, lifting Pat and holding her off the bed.

The women orgasmed at least three times before they finally collapsed. Panting, moaning, they writhed slowly in each other’s arms. After a while, Pat rolled off of Marsha and the women sprawled on the soaked bed, gasping for air, trying to regain their bearings. Robert grunted as he came hard into a towel he had lying by the couch.

The women seemed to have fallen asleep again. Robert went around the room, getting his clothing, and returned to the bathroom to clean up and dress. It was getting late and he needed to go to the conference. He decided he would tell his colleagues that Marsha had called him that morning and let him know she was feeling ill and could not join them.

When Robert left the bathroom, he saw that Marsha was now on top of Pat. Pat’s legs were spread wide and Marsha was between them, her perfect round ass pumping, her hips thrusting, Pat’s hands gripping the firm, heart-shaped muscle, pulling it into her cunt with every thrust. The women’s mouths were locked, muffling the sounds of the groans, moans and screams they were both emitting, and their bodies were rocking, sliding against each other, their huge tits grinding and rubbing. Marsha was holding Pat by her thick brown hair, apparently trying to control their savage kiss.

Robert watched the women’s animalistic fuck for as long as he could. His prick was huge again but he knew he had to leave. As he stepped out of the hotel room, he made sure to put the “do not disturb” sign on the door. One last glance back, to see the women’s perfect, lush bodies writhing together in ecstasy, and he closed the door.

As Robert walked down the hall, his erection slowly subsiding, he wondered if Marsha would still be in the room, fucking Pat, when he returned in the early evening. He would not be surprised if she were. He hoped she would be. The weekend was just starting.


The End

Excellent work as always. Pat and Marsha being so insatiable for each other that they just can’t prioritize anything else is exactly what I love about this niche of ours. They’re probably still going at it even as I type this. Love it