Bad Neighbour by JB57

Bad Neighbour by JB57

Prologue:

Abby removed her earrings and slipped off the necklace she had been wearing. She unzipped her cocktail dress and let it slide down her body to puddle at her feet. She stood almost naked, except for her thong.

Abby could hear her husband, Daniel, showering in the ensuite bathroom. They had just returned from a party at the home of one of her colleagues. It had been a swanky affair, one that required them to dress up. It was a little past 2 AM right now and they were both looking forward to falling into bed.

Abby examined her nearly nude body in the full length mirror on the bedroom wall. She liked -no, she loved – what she saw: a beautiful, auburn-haired woman in her late 20s in perfect physical condition. She worked hard to maintain her voluptuous and well-toned body. Her large, perfectly-formed tits jiggled deliciously as she put her hands on her wide, powerful hips and struck a pose. She flexed her abs and her gym-trained legs rippled. She turned around to look at herself from behind. The string of her thong disappeared into the crack of her round, taut ass. Her back was sculpted, curved and strongly muscled. She smiled at herself. She had no doubts about her beauty and her appeal as a woman. Then she frowned. The fact was that she was being challenged, her womanly territory was being violated, and she was not entirely sure what to do about it.

Abby walked over to the window of the large bedroom and looked out. The window provided a clear view of the neighboring home’s backyard.

Abby barely contained a snarl of rage. Despite the late hour, their neighbor, Deborah, was lying on a lounger on the marble deck beside the pool. The other woman was completely nude, her luscious body tauntingly illuminated by the lights reflecting off the gently lapping pool water. The moving shadows traced the woman’s massive, gorgeous tits and her beautifully sculpted abdomen, her wide, curving hips. One of her long, lavish legs was extended along the length of the lounger. The other was bent at the knee, her bare foot resting on the fabric surface. Deborah’s eyes were closed, but Abby could make out the buds in the woman’s ears. She was probably listening to music. Or, at least, that’s how the bitch wanted it to appear.

Abby closed the drapes. She could barely contain her anger, but she did not think there was much she could do. The other woman was lounging in the nude in her own backyard, beside the pool, in the middle of the night. She would probably claim that she enjoyed swimming in the nude and that doing so late at night was the best time. Abby knew better. The other woman was clearly trying to seduce Daniel. Abby was going to make sure that did not happen.

The shower turned off. Abby knew it would not be long before Daniel came into the room and told her that it was her turn to shower. She had no doubt that he would then open the drapes, look out, and spend the next few minutes contemplating Deborah’s magnificent naked body, dreaming about how it would feel to drive his throbbing prick up into the bitch’s tight, wet cunt, dreaming of sucking and biting and licking at the neighbor’s thick, juicy tits.

Abby stripped off her thong and walked into the ensuite, her womanly hips swaying. Daniel was standing just inside the shower cubicle, toweling off. His nicely chiseled body dripped with water.

“Hey, Abs,” he said, a bit surprised at his naked wife entering the bathroom. “In a rush?”

Abby walked up to her naked husband and put her hands on his chest. She pushed him further back into the shower cubicle and closed the door.

“No, I don’t think we should rush at all,” Abby purred. “I think we should take all the time we need.” Her eyes glinted with lust. She reached down and gripped Daniel’s rapidly swelling prick. She dropped to her knees, licked the throbbing cock’s head, and then wrapped her lips around the tumescent shaft and sucked powerfully.

Daniel dropped his towel and pushed his head back onto the wet tile as he moaned in ecstasy. He buried his hands in his wife’s thick auburn hair and pushed her head further down his shaft. Abby looked up at her husband’s face, which was twisted in a rictus of pleasure. She sucked and licked, then deep-throated his huge dick, taking it as far into her hot throat as she could. Daniel trembled with the overpowering sensations. Abby stroked and fondled her husband’s tender balls and probed at his asshole, something she knew he enjoyed.

She dragged the blow job out for nearly 10 minutes before Daniel finally could not take it anymore. With a strangled cry, he ejaculated hard, shooting his load deep in his wife’s throat. Abby swallowed it all back. Daniel panted as she rose to her feet, a satisfied smirk on her face, a trickle of cum dribbling from her lips.

“We’re not done yet baby,” she murmured. Taking him by the hand, Abby led Daniel into their bedroom. She pushed him onto his back on the bed. His wet prick was a little flaccid but still fairly hard. She lay down, stretching out beside Daniel, gripped his softened shaft in her hand, and began to rub the thick flesh. In moments, he was back at full erection. Abby got to her knees, straddled Daniel’s hips, and lowered her bare-shaven twat down onto his swollen cock.

Abby grunted in pleasure as her tight cunt split and expanded around her husband’s throbbing dick. The meaty spear sank deep into her hot, wet twat, spreading her as it thrust all the way in. When her pussy lips were pressed tight to the nest of pubic hair on Daniel’s groin, the course fur tickling her clean-shaven cunt, she squeezed his prick tightly, using her vaginal muscles to massage and tease his rock-hard member. Daniel filled his hands with his wife’s huge, firm tits and squeezed and stroked, twisting and rubbing her nipples. Abby placed her hands on Daniel’s muscular chest and moved her hips slow and hard, sliding his cock in and out of her hot depths, torturing him with pleasure. It took almost 20 minutes but Daniel finally went stiff with climax. He groaned in erotic ecstasy. Abby cried out as a powerful orgasm surged through her lush body, as she felt her husband’s cum inject deep inside of her.

Abby collapsed on top of Daniel. They lay panting, sweaty and hot, for several minutes. Finally, she rolled off Daniel, feeling his now flaccid prick slide out of her tight cunt. Daniel looked barely conscious. Abby smiled. Her husband would not be playing the voyeur tonight.

Abby climbed off of the bed and covered Daniel’s sleeping body in the bed sheet. She turned off the bedroom lights. She showered quickly, brushed her teeth and did her other nightly preparations, then returned to the bedroom, still naked. Daniel remained unconscious on the bed.

Abby walked to the bedroom window, pulled back the drapes, and looked out. It was now almost 3 AM but Deborah was still on the lounger. The woman had changed her position. She was on her side, her back facing the bedroom window, giving an observer a stunning view of her perfect ass and the amazing curve of her hip.

“That fucking bitch,” Abby thought as she pulled the drapes tight. She slipped under the covers, still nude, and pressed up against Daniel. He murmured in his sleep. Before she drifted off to sleep, Abby’s last thoughts were of Deborah and how she was going to deal with the woman. She had to do something about the bitch and she had to do it soon.

Part I:

Deborah had moved into the neighborhood about five months earlier. The word quickly went around that a drop-dead gorgeous divorcee was on the loose – the usual “lock up your husbands” warnings were exchanged by the wives in the area. The rumors were that Deborah had a history as a nude model on “tasteful” porn sites and that her failed marriage to a wealthy businessman had left her independently wealthy. She was no older than Abby but was able to retire comfortably, living off the income from her investments.

Initially, Abby had not bothered with the rumors and warnings, though the idea that the woman had been a professional erotic model intrigued her. Abby had been approached several times to do nude modeling while she had been a lifeguard during her student years and she had come close a couple of times to saying “yes.” She certainly was not averse to being naked in public and she was already a very sexually adventurous young woman. But she was about to embark on a career as a network security analyst and she did not need too many skeletons rattling around in her closet nor was she desperate for money.

It was a couple of weeks after Deborah moved in that Abby met the woman and all of her alarm bells went off.

It was at the summer block party, an annual event where the local community got together. Meeting new members of the neighborhood was part of the festivities.

Deborah arrived in a show-stopping orange halter top and black shorts that left little to the imagination. The halter exposed so much of the woman’s tanned tits that Abby feared they would fall out. Deborah’s belly was taut and firm and her deep navel was adorned with a shiny jeweled stud. The lower curve of her ass peeked out from under her tight shorts. Her shapely legs elicited many admiring glances from men and women. Deborah’s hair was thick and shoulder-length, a deep, chestnut color that gleamed in the sunlight. Her green eyes glinted with mischief. On the one hand, she was the kind of uninhibited woman that Abby liked. On the other hand, she reeked of erotic potential and she clearly had no boundaries or concerns about going after whatever she wanted, even if that meant married men. Abby quickly realized that all of the neighborhood gossip about this woman was true.

Abby was a beautiful, voluptuous woman and she was used to being the most alluring woman at the neighborhood gatherings. The fact that Deborah clearly stole some of her thunder bothered her, but she consoled herself with the fact that she was not trying to compete. She was wearing a tank top that exposed some of her own considerable cleavage and a bit of tanned belly, and shorts that did little to hide her curvaceous legs and complemented her beautifully sculpted ass. She was wearing her thick, auburn hair down. She regarded her attire as sensible and a bit sexy. Deborah was screaming “sexpot” with every wiggle of her perfect, heart-shaped ass.

Deborah made the rounds, drawing attention and soon picking up a small crowd of men. Abby decided to ignore it. She did not feel that threatened. She had already surreptitiously compared her body to that of the other woman and believed that she equaled or surpassed Deborah in every observable way. More importantly, she was confident that her husband could not be peeled away from her so easily. Abby and Daniel had a very exciting sex life and she did not think he could be tempted by another woman.

That was until she glanced up at just the right time and saw the hunger in Daniel’s eyes as they followed Deborah’s jiggling tits and swaying ass. Abby looked over and saw that Deborah had noticed being noticed. The new woman and Daniel exchanged a look. Abby’s heart leaped and her throat closed.

Daniel averted his gaze when he saw her watching but the glint in his eye was something that Abby knew well. She looked back at Deborah and saw the woman now looking at her. The speculative look in Deborah’s eye caught Abby by surprise. The brunette’s gaze roamed over Abby’s body. Then Deborah walked over to Daniel and Abby, smiling brightly.

“Hello,” Deborah said. “I’m Deborah Jacobs. I think I’m your new neighbor.”

Daniel and then Abby shook Deborah’s hand. Deborah squeezed Abby’s hand a bit harder than needed.

“I’m Abby Piper.”

“I’m Daniel Marks.”

Deborah nodded. She looked down to see the wedding rings on the couple’s fingers, verifying they were married.

“What do you two do for a living?” Deborah asked.

“I’m a free lance editor for webzines,” Daniel explained.

“I do cyber security for one of the big tech companies downtown,” Abby said. She felt uncomfortable talking to this woman. Things were happening a bit too fast and she wanted time to process what she had just seen pass between Daniel and Deborah.

“Oh? Those jobs sound really interesting.”

“What do you do?” Abby asked. She was genuinely interested. In some part of her mind, she needed to gather information on a woman who her primitive instincts were telling her was a rival.

“I’m retired now,” Deborah said. “I used to be a model. I got married then divorced and the settlement was generous enough that I’m comfortable without having to work. But I’ll probably get back into modeling soon and I may go back to school. I’m only 29 and I think I need to do more to keep busy. But I’m going to relax for the next year or so until I make up my mind.”

“I’m sure that’s a nice problem to have,” Abby smiled. It seemed that almost everything on the neighborhood grapevine about this woman was true. That was unusual. “I’m 29 too and I’d love to retire right now! I’d probably spend a lot of time traveling.”

“I still may. I’m just giving myself some time to figure things out.” Deborah turned to Daniel. “So, Daniel, do you work downtown too?”

“No, I mostly work from home. Being freelance gives me that option.”

Deborah nodded. Abby was sure she saw the gears in the woman’s head turning.

“Well, if you ever need a coffee, I’ll be right next door,” the brunette chirped. Abby’s hackles went up but she managed to keep her temper in check.

The conversation went on for another few minutes before Abby and Daniel excused themselves. They had a dinner with friends that evening and they needed to prepare.

As they walked away, hand in hand, Abby glanced back. Deborah was watching them both, her green eyes hooded, something unfathomable playing on her gorgeous face. She raised her hand in farewell when she saw Abby looking. Abby raised her hand in reply but she felt a shiver of tension run through her body. She could tell this woman was after Daniel and she knew, already, that she had a fight on her hands.

“Daniel, I don’t want you ever having a coffee with that woman.”

“What? Are you jealous?” He smiled, pretending not to take her concerns seriously. Abby’s senses were fine-tuned. She could tell that Daniel was intrigued, that he was thinking about taking their neighbor up on her offer.

“Call it jealousy or whatever you want,” Abby replied. “I want this to be clear: I get all the wrong signals from her and I am laying down the law here. I don’t want you alone with her.”

Daniel’s expression turned grim. She could tell there would be an argument. She could not deny that her order was tantamount to admitting she did not trust him. But she was prepared for the argument to come. This was one time she wanted Daniel to be clear on what the rules were.

The argument that they had over the incident was fairly serious, at least for them, and they did not talk to each other much until they finally buried the hatchet with a round of hard, hot sex that night.

It was two weeks later that Abby returned home from work in the late afternoon and found Daniel was not at his desk. She caught him in the upstairs bedroom, looking out the window.

“What are you looking at, honey?” Abby asked innocently, removing her earrings are she walked.

Daniel started, turning to face her with an incredibly guilty and startled look on his face. “Um…”

“What are you looking at?” Abby repeated. She stepped up beside him and looked out.

Deborah was absolutely nude, reclining on her lounge chair, wearing only sun shades and ear buds. She was moving her bare foot in time to whatever music she was playing. Her naked body glistened in the sunlight, indicating she had been in the pool not long before.

“Well, if she is going to put it out there for me to see, I can’t be blamed for looking…,” Daniel murmured, trying to figure out a way to extract his fat from the fire.

Abby’s eyes flashed as she glared at the naked woman in the other yard. She brought her temper under control. “I guess that’s true,” she admitted, her eyes memorizing every detail of the bitch’s incredible body. She suppressed her anger but she knew that Deborah was quickly becoming a major problem that she would need to confront. She just was not sure what to do.

Over the next few months, Abby continued to consider what she could do to protect her marriage from her neighbor and Deborah continued to put herself on display wherever she could. The woman’s nude antics in her backyard were only part of her efforts to seduce the men of the neighborhood. Deborah wore skimpy and provocative clothing wherever she went and seemed to pick up an entourage of men whenever she was out. Rumors began to circulate that Deborah was having affairs with some of the area men. A brutal fist fight between two married men about three months after Deborah’s arrival seemed to confirm that she was spreading chaos and discord. It was not clear that the men were fighting over Deborah but the rumor mill had placed both of them in her company at different times and they had not previously had difficulties with each other.

Abby collected these rumors and speculations. She knew that some of them were probably not true but she had a good instinct for these kind of things. She had been a bit like Deborah when she was younger, using her delicious body and overpowering sex appeal to manipulate people and situations to her advantage. After she had met Daniel she had retired that part of her personality but she recognized when someone else was using the same tactics.

Abby decided to put her expertise to work. She had no reason to believe that Daniel was having coffee or any other contact with Deborah, but her instincts told her she needed to proceed with caution. She secretly set up a series of hidden cameras around their house and yard. She knew that Daniel would – understandably – have been furious if he knew, so she did not tell him. She also directed a camera at Deborah’s backyard. The woman usually seemed to be out socializing during the days but she would, on occasion, spend an afternoon lounging around her pool, usually in the nude.

Abby reviewed the cameras during her lunch break and at the end of the day, programming the video to go directly to signs of movement.

Deborah continued to do things that roiled the neighborhood. As the people living right next door to her, Abby and Daniel had a front row seat to the beautiful woman’s various escapades. One night shortly after she had installed the cameras, Abby was awoken by the sounds of sex coming from Deborah’s backyard. Daniel was sleeping beside her. She went to the bedroom window and looked out. Deborah was naked and vigorously riding a man who was lying flat on his back on the pool deck. The man was naked too. The man looked familiar to Abby but she could not quite place him. His handsome face was contorted with a combination of pleasure and effort. Deborah’s big, firm tits were bouncing exuberantly as she worked her hips and ass, grinding the man’s cock deep in her body. She ran her hands through her chestnut hair, her head thrown back, her beautiful face lit by a predatory smile of satisfaction. The man squeezed and kneaded Deborah’s massive tits. Deborah covered his hands with her own, keeping them on her breasts. The man convulsed and cried out, clearly having reached his climax. Deborah continued to ride him for a time after until she threw back her head and released an agonizing groan. She shuddered, placing her hands on his chest.

Deborah rolled off the man and the two lay on the deck, panting hard. Their sweat-soaked bodies glistened in the light reflecting off the pool. They exchanged whispered words. Abby could not quite make out what they were saying, but she finally placed the man when she heard his voice. He was a teacher at the local school. Abby was certain that he was married. She had met him and his wife at a block party a few years before. Abby did not remember much about them, though she recalled thinking that the wife was very hot.

Abby returned to bed, her mind churning. Now she had unequivocal evidence that Deborah was going after local husbands. Abby was certain that it would not be long before the bitch came after Daniel. In fact, it was kind of amazing she had not already, but Abby felt the other woman was playing some kind of long-game. Abby was certain that Deborah saw Daniel as a challenge, not the least because he was married to a woman whose body and beauty rivaled Deborah’s voluptuousness. Abby knew exactly how women like Deborah thought. She had been one, after all. She could tell that Deborah was trying to establish a territory, like a wild predator. Everything inside that territory belonged to her.
A week later, Abby was again woken up by the sounds of sex coming from her neighbor’s backyard. As before, Daniel remained sleeping. Abby was grateful that he was a deep sleeper.

The sounds were different this time, though they were clearly the cries of a woman in the throes of intense sexual pleasure. Abby looked out of the window and was startled by what she saw.

Deborah was there having sex, of course, but this time the bitch was scissor-locked with a gorgeous, spectacularly-built young woman. The two women were fucking hard, their asses and hips jerking and rippling as they ground into each other, cunt to cunt. Abby could tell immediately that the struggling women were involved in sexual combat. The savage expressions on their faces, the highly aggressive jerking and thrusting of their hips, everything about their body language indicated two women fucking each other down, trying to establish which of them was dominant. This time, Abby recognized the woman with Deborah. She was the wife of the school teacher Deborah had fucked the week before.

Abby was impressed by how good a fight the wronged wife was putting up. She was just as impressed by the woman’s gorgeous body, which matched Deborah’s. However, Abby could tell that the other woman lacked the experience in this form of combat that Deborah clearly had. She was not surprised when the other woman threw back her head and howled out in orgasmic defeat. Deborah laughed and swore at the woman as she fucked the wife onto her back, then mounted her and kept grinding away. As Abby watched, the defeated woman came again and again, tears of anger and humiliation streaking her face as she convulsed in pleasure. Deborah grabbed her opponent by the hair and forced her tongue down the woman’s throat. The chestnut-haired vixen finally shuddered and groaned, her ass pumping hard as she came, ejaculating onto her defeated rival.

Deborah rolled off the other woman, but quickly repositioned herself, straddling her defeated foe’s shoulders and lowering her bare, steaming cunt to the woman’s face. The crying woman licked and sucked at Deborah’s pussy in submission. Deborah grabbed the woman’s hair and rubbed her cunt around and around in the woman’s face, smearing her juices on the woman. The woman’s moans and gasps of humiliation and defeat were hard to listen to, but also oddly stimulating. Abby’s nipples were hard and her pussy was moist as she watched the conclusion of this fuckfight.

Deborah finally climbed off of her defeated rival. She looked down on the other woman, who remained on the pool deck, sobbing and gasping. Deborah examined her opponent’s succulent body, evidently liking what she saw. She smiled viciously, then reached down, grabbed the wife by her thick brown hair, and began dragging the woman across the pool deck. The teacher’s wife screamed and cried out. She grasped at Deborah’s arm, to no effect. Deborah dragged the other woman towards the deck doors leading into the house.

“Come with me, you little fuck,” Deborah growled. “You’re mine now. You’re going to be my fucktoy for the rest of the night and maybe all of the day. I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.”

The naked women disappeared into the house and the deck doors slid shut. Abby listened for a while, but she could not hear anything. Shaking slightly, she returned to bed. Daniel was still sound asleep.

Abby lay flat on her back, thinking about what she had just witnessed. After a while, she reached between her legs and began gently rubbing and caressing her pulsing clit. Her other hand stroked and teased her engorged nipples. She masturbated slowly, carefully, letting the pleasure build. It was some time later before her back arched in pleasure and she barely kept herself from screaming out and waking Daniel.

Abby drifted off to sleep, her gorgeous face sporting a calculating smile.

Part II:

The next morning at work, Abby quickly retreated to her office and locked the door. She searched her home security video files, finding the recording of Deb’s backyard from the night before.

At around 12:45 AM, the video showed the doors to Deborah’s back deck opening and the dark-haired beauty walking through. She was dressed in a short robe, its sash tied. Her long, muscular legs flashed. Her feet were sporting high heel sandals. She was followed closely by the wronged wife. The other woman was dressed very similarly to Deb. Her beautiful face wore a scowl of rage and a touch of something else- maybe excitement? Deborah’s face looked calm, but Abby zeroed in and magnified and she was not surprised by the glint of lust and the savage smirk she saw there. Deb looked like a woman whose plan was proceeding perfectly.

Deb turned to face the other woman. Abby worked the sound file. The recording came through loud and clear.

“I told you to stay the fuck away from my husband, you slut,” the wife rasped, her eyes wild.

“Yes, you did, baby,” Deb cooed, “But I decided to ignore you. Hank has such a nice cock. I love feeling it go right up my pussy. He’s even better in the ass. Does he do that with you, too, or does he just love ass-fucking me?”

The woman snarled and lashed out, slapping Deborah hard in the face. The beautiful model took the blow, staggering back, then returned the slap, whipping the wife’s head to the side. The two beautiful women paused in their hostilities, glaring at each other from about a meter apart, their tits heaving behind their robes, their eyes blazing with fury.
“You fucking diseased cunt,” the wife growled, her fists clenched in rage. “I can’t believe that Hank is fucking a whore like you.”

“But he is, cuntlicker,” Deborah snapped back. “He’s doing it because I’m a much, much better fuck than you are or ever could be. Hank’s told me how you just lie there and get reamed like a dead fish. You must be the most boring fuck in the universe!”

The wife trembled with rage and humiliation. “Dirty whore! That’s what we’re going to find out…which of us is the better fuck!”

“I’m right here, bitch,” Deb sneered. “Let’s see what you’ve got!”

The wife let out a shriek, then threw herself at Deb, who eagerly met the other woman, body to body. The women sank their hands into their enemy’s thick head of hair and began pulling and yanking, screaming and cursing, dragging each other around the pool deck. They quickly lost their shoes and struggled in their bare feet, the slickness of the deck almost causing them to slip. Their robes quickly fell open and Abby saw that both women were naked underneath.

Deb pushed the other woman away. Her chestnut hair was a mess, but she smiled savagely and stripped off her robe, leaving herself completely nude.

“Oh, you fuck!” the other woman cursed. She tore off her robe too and threw herself at Deb again. Deb opened her arms and took the woman, massive tit to tit. Both women cried out on the impact, sounds of pain and pleasure. From the camera angle, Abby could see the women’s thick, juicy tits crush and mash, holding each other in meaty tension. She felt an intense stirring in her clit as she watched the beginning of the erotic confrontation. She imagined what it would feel like, to feel the titmeat of either of these beautiful women squashing against her own thick, taut breasts.

The women wrapped arms around their rival’s naked body and reached up the other’s back to grab hair. Pulling savagely, body locked to body, they staggered around the deck, their bare feet slapping and slipping on the wet surface. Abby wondered if they would fall into the pool. The women did fall to the surface, but their legs immediately locked and twined. Scratching, slapping and punching at each other, they rolled back and forth, their naked bodies straining and writhing, their cries of anger and hatred becoming groans of effort and something more. Their grinding bodies soon began undulating and their pants of effort took on a distinctly sexual tone. Abby felt her nipples grow hard and her pussy wet as she watched the evolving struggle intently.

Cheek to cheek, the women rolled, until Deb succeeded in pinning and holding the other woman down, fingers interlocked, getting her legs inside the other woman’s thighs just enough to spread her legs and prevent their bodies from rolling. Deb raised her head, looked down into her rival’s snarling, sweaty face, and slammed her mouth down onto the other woman’s mouth. The wife kissed back ferociously, soon making it clear that Deb was not going to easily dominate this sexual battle.

The women’s lower bodies undulated like mating serpents, Deb’s ass starting to hump rhythmically as she began to lay into the woman beneath her with her cunt. The woman freed her hands from Deb’s grip and reached down to grab the homewrecking slut’s rippling ass, sinking her fingers into the strong muscle. Her legs twined and locked with Deb’s and her body moved with that of the attacking woman, clearly keeping their pussies and their clits glued together.

The women thrust at each other. They broke their kiss and their pants and moans filled the night as they fucked each other tortuously, each woman trying to push the other over the edge first. It went on and on, neither woman giving in, both fucking with all their strength. Abby was amazed. Despite Deb’s dominant position, the voluptuous model was having real problems fucking her opponent down. The wife was a much better fuck machine than Abby had realized.

After more than 20 minutes, the women went stiff in each other’s arms. Crying out in unison, their bodies quaked and writhed sinuously as they shared what looked like a multi-orgasmic climax. They screamed out, neither women trying to stifle their cries of erotic joy. Abby wondered that she had managed to sleep through all this noise.

For almost five minutes after their shared climax, the beautiful women lay in each other’s arms, their lush bodies tangled together, their long, thick hair twisted in knots.

Deborah finally rolled off of her opponent and the women lay side by side, their evenly matched bodies gleaming in the lights reflecting off the pool and the deck.

They turned their gorgeous faces to each other and whispered things that Abby’s mikes could not pick up. Then, Deborah sat up and got to her knees, looking down at the other woman.

“That was only round one, you fucking bitch,” the model snarled.

Before the other woman could get up, Deborah climbed over her opponent, her dripping pussy directly over the other woman’s face, her own face positioned over the woman’s red, bare cunt. The woman wrapped her arms around Deb’s hips, spread her hands on the model’s perfect ass, and raised her head to bury her face into Deb’s succulent cunt. Deb reciprocated, her face plunging into the wrong wife’s crotch, her thick mass of hair covering the woman’s inner thighs as she sucked and ate her rival’s cunt with wild abandon.

The wife’s muscular, sweaty thighs locked around Deb’s head and the woman rolled their bodies onto their sides. The women devoured each other lustily, eating from a position of equality. Abby wasn’t sure which of the two sexual warriors starting fingering first, but soon they were both vigorously pumping and stroking their enemy’s twat with their fingers even as their tongues and mouths worked the other’s delicious cunt. Fingers soon went up assholes and the groaning, grunting women rolled back and forth on the deck, getting dangerously close to the edge of the pool.

At some point, the women starting cumming in each other’s face, but they continued their mutual assault. After more than a half hour, the fuckfighting beauties finally released each other and rolled apart. Panting, gasping, their faces and chests covered in cum, they sprawled on the deck, trying to regain their strength.

Again, Abby found herself appreciating the power and skill of the wronged wife. The woman was no pushover. Abby remembered that she had been awakened at around 2 AM, in time to see the end of the battle. That meant that it had lasted for more than an hour, maybe even 90 minutes, before Deborah was able to triumph over her opponent.

“Enough, you fucking cunt,” Deborah snarled. She sat up on her ass and spread her legs wide, offering her dripping cunt to the other woman. “It’s time to settle this, woman to woman. Your cunt, your clit, against mine, right now!”

The wife sat up and mirrored Deb’s position. “Gladly, you fucking whore!” she snapped. “I’m going to fuck your brains out of your ass!”

“Try it, fucker!” Deborah snarled.

The women slammed together, wet, juicy cunts slapping and merging. Their screams and grunts grew louder and harsher, their hips and asses worked feverishly. The women’s big tits bounced ferociously, jerking in time to their thrusting hips. They pounded mercilessly, fucking and fucking, reaching out to squeeze and slap the other’s tits from time to time.

The fuckfight raged on. At some point, Abby recognized the images she had witnessed from her bedroom window. As she watched, the video caught up to her memories and she watched Deborah finally succeed in fucking down and dominating her beautiful rival. Abby watched until the dark-haired model dragged the other woman into the house and closed the deck doors.

Abby sat back, her body tense, her libido hot and rising. Her thong was wet. She would have to fuck Daniel’s dick off tonight, to relieve the pressure in her pussy and her tits.
Throughout the rest of the workday, Abby checked her hidden cameras when she could. It was late in the afternoon, just before she left for home, that she saw her cameras had recorded the wronged wife leaving Deb’s house. The sadistic bitch really had kept her rival as her sextoy for the entire night and much of the day.

The woman was dressed in a blouse and mini-skirt and high heels. Her hair was up in a tight bun. Her body really was remarkable, a fact announced by her gently bouncing tits and her swaying hips. Even so, Abby could detect the air of defeat and humiliation around the woman, especially in the set of her jaw. She was wearing dark shades, but Abby could tell her eyes were puffy from crying. She climbed into a Mercedes convertible parked just across the street from Deb’s house and drove off. Abby did a bit of video manipulation and managed to read the license plate. After that, it did not take her long to get the name and address associated with the car. The woman’s name was Lauren Storner. She had been married to her husband, Hank Masselini, for five years.

Before she left for home, Abby altered the computer program she was using to search her videos. She used an AI interface to input pictures of Deb then trained the video to look for the woman. If Deb approached Abby’s house, the security program would now immediately send Abby an alert on her phone. Abby did a bit of remote work on the security system at her home, as a further precaution.

As she commuted back to the suburban home she shared with Daniel, Abby thought about her next moves. She suspected that Deborah was coming for her marriage to Daniel very soon. Abby had the sense that they were in some kind of endgame and she had not even known they were playing. The more she thought about it the more certain she was that Deb was targeting women, not men. Men were the tool that she used to get at their wives. Abby had no real evidence for this, just a gut feeling. But her instincts were telling her that the reason Deborah had gone after the teacher was precisely because his wife was hot and beautiful and, evidently, willing to take on Deborah in a sex fight for her man. Most women would not do that. Abby decided she needed to talk to the defeated wife to confirm her suspicions.

A bit of internet sleuthing turned up where Lauren Storner worked and her position. Abby was not surprised to see that the woman was a Vice President in a large marketing firm. It made sense that she had the more lucrative income in her household. It also seemed she might be a corporate shark, something that also fit into the profile of Deborah that Abby was building.

Abby decided to wait a while. Now that Deborah had Lauren and her husband where she wanted them, Abby suspected the woman intended to play with her new toys. That took a bit of the pressure off of her stalking of Daniel. Abby wanted to give Deb a bit of time so she could learn more about the woman’s techniques.

A week later, she sent an email to Lauren:

“Dear Ms. Storner. I am the neighbor of Deborah Jacobs, Abby Piper. I saw what you and she were doing on her pool deck a week ago. I know what time you left the house the next day. I’d like to meet to discuss this situation with you. This is not a blackmail attempt. I think we may have mutual interests.”

Abby typed “Business meeting to discuss your activities last week” into the subject line. She did not want her email ignored or automatically deleted. When the woman read the text of the message, she would be reassured.

It was only a few minutes later that Abby received a response.

“I am willing to meet with you tomorrow at 2 PM at Leon’s Café, located at 454 King Street. Please confirm.”

Abby confirmed the message, then looked up the location. It was about a 20 minute commute from where she was. No problem.

The following day, Abby arrived at Leon’s a bit early. The café was upscale, likely to be quiet at this time of day, and unlikely to have people either of them would know. She had compiled a file on Lauren Storner, complete with some rather revealing pictures that had made their way onto the internet when the woman was in her late teens. Abby assumed the other woman was doing research on her too, but Abby was careful about keeping her own online presence secure and few people had her skills when it came to digging up information. When she was younger, she had done a stint working as a computer research specialist for a private detective agency. It was what had led to her present position in cybersecurity.

Abby ordered a hot chocolate and sat in the back of the café, in a booth, and watched the door. Her phone was hacked into the café’s security system, so she also saw what was happening in and around the building. It paid to be careful.

At 2 PM precisely, Lauren Storner walked into the café. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, especially when made up for work. Abby recognized her from the photos and from what she had seen of the woman in the dark a few nights earlier, but seeing her now also brought back the memory of when she had first met Lauren at the block party. The woman had been wearing a loose blouse that still hinted enticingly at what lay beneath. This time, she was dressed in a white blouse, a dark business suit and a tight, mid-thigh skirt that traced her wide, womanly hips and emphasized her perfect ass. Her brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders. The woman’s appearance was that of a consummate professional, yet also contained more than a hint of sexual allure.

Abby waved her hand. Lauren spotted her and headed across the room, sliding into the bench seat across from Abby. The woman’s brown eyes were wary and her expression guarded and even a bit hostile. Abby understood that completely. Lauren really did not know what she wanted and the entire situation in which she found herself was embarrassing and humiliating. Despite the assurance that this was not a blackmail attempt, that could have been a lie.

Abby smiled at Lauren, trying to put her at ease. The other woman’s eyes swept over Abby, appraising. Abby was wearing slacks and a sweater, tight enough to reveal the heavy weight of the load on her chest.

“We’ve met before, haven’t we?” Lauren said after a moment.

“Yes, a few years ago, at one of the block parties.”

“I remember. We moved a few blocks over the next year. That’s why I have not been back to those parties.”

The women sat for a moment more, staring at each other, both appreciating the beauty of the other woman, but well aware of the awkwardness of the situation. Abby decided to break the tension.

“I want to reiterate that this is not a blackmail situation. I’m not interested in shaking you down. I really just want information from you. I am pretty sure that Deborah Jacobs is a threat to me too, and I want to deal with her before she can act on that threat.”

Lauren looked at Abby carefully. “How did you know who I am? How did you find me?”

Abby paused, then decided to come clean. “I was woken up the night you and Deborah had your fight on her pool deck. I had a clear view from my bedroom window.” She hesitated, then continued. “I have cameras trained on Deborah’s house. I recorded your fight and your leaving the next day.”

The woman across from her inhaled sharply. “I want you to destroy that video,” she whispered harshly, her eyes blazing with anger and fear.

Abby nodded. She had expected this. “I understand. You have my promise that I will destroy the video.” In fact, Abby planned to keep it, but just for her personal use. The video was too erotically stimulating to just destroy. No one else needed to know it existed, even Daniel.

The other woman looked unconvinced, but she realized the weakness of her position. She sat back and deflated a bit.

“What do you want to know?”

“When did this start?”

Lauren took a deep breath. “About two months ago, Hank began acting strangely. I did not really pick up on it at first – I was too preoccupied with things at work, so it’s only in looking back that I can kind of pin it down. He and I had met that bitch at an art event downtown. I was there representing my company, she was there just because she was interested, I guess. According to Hank, she called him out of the blue a few days later and made some kind of pass at him. Anyway, he met her for coffee. According to her, she fucked him that same day and she’s been fucking him ever since. I only realized what was happening about two weeks ago. She called me herself.”

Abby raised her eyebrow. “She called you herself? She wanted you to know?”

“Yeah,” Lauren nodded, her eyes flashing with rage. “She was totally brazen about it. Said that she was fucking Hank whenever she wanted to and it was time for us to meet and decide who gets him. I was blown away. At first, I did not realize what she meant, then she spelled it out for me.”

“A sexfight?” Abby said quietly.

Lauren looked at her defiantly. “Yes. Believe it or not, I’ve done it before. Corporate competition can be cutthroat. Sometimes, women executives settle disagreements between each other… in more intimate ways.”

Abby nodded. “Go on.”

“I thought to myself that I had experience so maybe I had a chance. I decided not to tell Hank that I knew. I figured I could settle the issue myself then I would deal with him. It did not work out that way.”

“What does she want now?”

Lauren turned red. “She wants me and Hank at her beck and call. She wants us both as her sex playthings. She can have Hank whenever she wants. He’s completely wrapped around her finger. But she wants me too. I think she enjoys humiliating me.”

“Has she come by to see you since the fight a week ago?”

“Yes. She spent the night at our house three evenings ago, until midnight. Fucking both of us, making us do things for her.”

“How much time did she spend with you, rather than your husband?”

Lauren looked directly at Abby. “A lot of time. Most of it, in fact. She had Hank serve as a kind of audience to the things she wanted to do with me.” The woman turned redder. “The things she wanted me to do to her.”

“Is there any chance that she was at that art gallery show specifically to run into you?”

Lauren looked puzzled. “Well, it was known that my company was sponsoring the event. I think that my name was on the program. Because I was representing my firm, I made some welcoming remarks. That would have been online.” Her eyes widened. “You think she was stalking me?”

“I think it’s very possible. I am working out a profile for this woman. I need to do some more investigation. I think that she certainly does enjoy having affairs with married men and taking things away from other women. But I also think that she has a type of woman that she wants, too. You’re very beautiful and voluptuous. You’re also a woman who has experience with sexfighting. I think she was attracted to you and that she really gets a powerful sexual thrill out of dominating other women. Maybe she saw you at some point and decided you were going to be her target.”

Just then, Abby’s phone pinged. “Excuse me,” she said to Lauren, who looked stunned as she digested this news.

Abby pulled out her phone and activated her security app. She pulled up the camera targeted at her home’s front door from the inside. The picture showed Daniel standing in the door, talking to Deborah. The woman was holding a bottle of wine. She was dressed in a tight, cleavage-baring halter top. Her torso was spectacularly bare and beautiful, all the way down to the tight low-rise jeans that stretched dangerously low on her hips. Abby frowned then hit a button on the phone. The house security alarms started blaring.

Daniel jumped, startled, and rushed to the security panel beside the door. Deborah looked around, surprised at what was happening. The two shouted at each other as Daniel tried to turn off the alarm. Abby made sure he could not. After a minute or two, Deborah grew impatient. She stepped back from the door. Abby shut off the alarm. Deborah stepped forward, back across the threshold. Abby activated the alarm again.

Daniel was looking around suspiciously, at this point. He knew how good Abby was with computers and security systems. He frowned angrily, but whatever he said to Deborah made her turn and leave. The alarm shut down. Daniel glared around the room. Abby smiled viciously and shut down the app. She turned her attention back to Lauren, who had been lost in thought.

“Sorry. A problem at home. I think it’s been solved, for the moment.”

Lauren nodded. “What is your interest in this? Has she come after you? You’re a very beautiful woman. From what I can see, you’ve got a lot going on.” She nodded towards Abby’s tight sweater. “You seem like you’d be her type, too.”

“I’m sure I am. I know she is stalking my husband. I plan to cut her off at the pass. But first, I want to understand how she works, how she thinks. In these kinds of games, it’s best to have the advantage of better strategic information.”

“You sound experienced at this kind of thing yourself.”

Abby smiled darkly. “Yeah, I am. I think that bitch can sense it. It’s like her form of ‘gaydar.’ I want to make sure I come for her before she comes for me.”

Lauren nodded. She averted her gaze, but Abby saw something, something she was not surprised to see.

“You like it, don’t you?” the redhead asked, her voice a low murmur. Her green eyes glinted with a flash of something dark.

“NO!” Lauren almost shouted, sitting bolt upright like she had been slapped. She looked around and lowered her voice. “No, I hate it. I hate being humiliated, I hate what she is doing to me and my husband. She treats us like things, she uses our bodies – she uses MY body and then just throws me away, like a piece of meat. She cums all over me, she makes me lick her and suck her…She just loves degrading me!” The woman was crying. “How can you say that? How can you ask me that question?”

“I know, I know,” Abby cooed, patting the other woman’s hand gently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just had to figure out what’s going on.” Abby paused, then squeezed the other woman’s hand. “Come on, let’s clean you up.”

Lauren let herself be led to the washroom, one of three in the back of the shop. It was off-hours, so the café was relatively quiet and all three washrooms were unoccupied. Abby ushered the woman into the farthest room and closed and locked the door.

The space was quite large and clean, a pleasant floral scent in the air. The washroom was set up with a fold-out baby-diaper changing station. Lauren went to the mirror and ran the water to wash her face. Abby helped the brunette out of her jacket, placed it on the baby change station, and massaged the woman’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you…” Abby murmured.

Lauren gripped Abby’s hand on her shoulder. “It’s just so humiliating…that whore, that fucking bitch, doing things to me, making me do things to her, making my husband watch…and Hank, that cheating fuck! I just want to fuck her up so badly!”

Lauren said this last with venom, the raw hatred in her voice sending a thrill down Abby’s spine.

“Good,” the redhead smiled. “That’s what I want to hear. Don’t stay beaten – get mad!”

“That cunt!” Lauren snarled. “That fucking, fucking cunt…” Her eyes blazed with passion and raw hatred.

Abby and Lauren’s eyes met in the mirror. For the first time, the brunette seemed to have fire. Abby’s green eyes locked with Lauren’s brown. The heat of passion passed between the two women. In an instant, Lauren’s fire became something else, something more. Abby felt her clit swell, her heart began to beat faster, her thick nipples tightened. She could feel the heat in Lauren’s body changing, growing, feeding what was happening inside of her. Abby remembered the delicious eroticism of Lauren’s fuckfight with Deborah. She smiled into the mirror, hungry, ravenous. Lauren smiled back, the brunette’s expression one of wanton need.

Abby held Lauren’s gaze and slowly, carefully, pulled back the collar of Lauren’s blouse and kissed her neck, biting it gently. Lauren closed her eyes and moaned, shuddering all the way through her body. Abby reached under Lauren’s arms and around her body. She unbuttoned the woman’s blouse, then slipped her hands onto Lauren’s chest, palming the woman’s heavy, throbbing tits, and squeezed gently, thumbing the nipples. She felt the brunette shudder again and sensed her growing weak in her knees. With one hand, Abby pulled Lauren’s silk bra down her breasts so that it bunched under her tits, leaving the massive mammaries bare but pushed up. Abby loosened Lauren’s skirt then slid one hand down the woman’s taut belly and onto her crotch, cupping Lauren’s pussy through her matching silk thong. She stroked it teasingly, running her finger over the outlines of the brunette’s fuck slit, eliciting another moan from the woman.

“Oh yes, oh fucking God, yes,” Lauren whispered, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her lovely mouth curled between a smile and a gasp.

Abby turned the other woman around. Carefully, she removed Lauren’s white blouse and threw it onto the change table. She reached around Lauren’s back and unclipped the woman’s bra. The brunette’s heavy tits fell and bounced, then stood proudly, not needing support. Lauren reached down and pulled at Abby’s sweater. Abby raised her arms and the woman pulled her sweater off over Abby’s head, tossing it onto her blouse. Lauren unclipped Abby’s bra.

For a moment, the two gorgeous women looked at each other’s topless beauty, drinking in the spectacular pair of bountiful tits on the other. Abby reached out and palmed and weighed Lauren’s beautiful tits, kneading the taut flesh, running her thumbs over the woman’s rock-hard nipples.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Lauren gasped. She seized Abby’s tits and squeezed hard. In a burst of furious lust, she pushed Abby’s arms aside, wrapped her arms around the redhead’s waist, and pulled their lush bodies together. Their massive glands crushed and squashed, hot, hard nipples stabbing and driving into sensitive titflesh. Abby shifted her mammary glands and brought her nipples head to head with Lauren’s matching pair. The women cried out as the shock of pleasure seared their bodies. Their bare bellies slapped together.

The women’s mouths snapped tight, their strong tongues plunged into the other’s mouth, twisting and pushing. Abby shoved Lauren up against the wall, crushing their bodies even harder, but Lauren pushed back and reversed the position, crushing Abby’s lush form in turn. Abby smiled inside. This was what she wanted. She wanted this woman to feel powerful again, to regain some of her womanly confidence. For now, however, she intended to just enjoy fucking this beautiful bitch’s brains out.

As they wriggled and rubbed their bodies against the wall, Abby pushed Lauren’s loosened skirt down her hips. The clothing fell at the woman’s feet, and she kicked it aside. Lauren’s hands had undone the front button of Abby’s slacks and she succeeded in pulling them open. Her hand slid down Abby’s taut belly and plunged into Abby’s thong. Lauren cupped and fondled the redhead’s bare-shaven twat. Abby immediately reciprocated. The women’s fingers slid into their counterpart, penetrating their wet, throbbing pussies, stroking and caressing sopping labia, teasing twitching clits. Abby groaned and pulled Lauren to her tightly with her free arm as raw pleasure radiated through her body from her pulsing clit. Lauren cried out and bit Abby on the shoulder as her body quaked from the redhead’s expert finger fucking. Abby bit back, gently sucking the other woman’s neck.

Panting, moaning, kissing passionately, the redhead and brunette fingerfucked expertly, slowly and deliciously working their partner into a frenzy of lust. Ten, fifteen minutes passed as they teased and stroked and caressed, until their rock hard clits swelled so hard and thick, until their sex horns were so overstimulated that they felt like they filled the women’s bodies to bursting. Abby and Lauren came together, their beautiful pussies ejaculating in tandem, soaking their hands, hot cum flowing down their smooth, hot inner thighs. They kissed desperately, swallowing each other’s screams of pleasure.

For several minutes, Abby and Lauren held each other, their sweaty bodies dripping, their cum-soaked hands buried in their throbbing cunts. They panted, feeling the weight of their tits moving and quivering as one. They rested cheek to cheek, their chins on the other’s shoulder.

Finally, the women pulled back and stared into each other, eye to eye.

“I want to go somewhere and fuck your brains out,” Lauren whispered to Abby. “That wasn’t enough. That wasn’t nearly enough.”

“Good,” Abby murmured. “There’s a hotel down the street, it’s expensive, but it’s the closest…”

“Let’s go,” Lauren insisted.

Abby replied by pulling the other woman into a deep, tongue-thrusting kiss. It was a few more minutes before they could peel apart. The women cleaned themselves off, put their wet thongs into their bags, and tidied up as best as they could. They left the washroom together, paid their bills, then walked down the street to the hotel.

As the door to their room closed behind them, Lauren threw herself onto Abby, who gratefully received her. As they fell on the bed, tearing each other’s clothes off, Abby had a brief thought. So far, everything was working out even better than she had hoped. Then, she shut off her mind and set about enjoying the delicious body of the woman in her arms.

Hours later, Abby and Lauren lay twined together, their equally gorgeous bodies soaked in sweat and cum, their long hair tangled. Abby had just gotten off her phone with Daniel, letting him know that she would be late getting home. Lauren did not bother calling Hank. Her attitude was to let her ungrateful, cheating husband stew in his own juices. If he worried about her, that was all for the better. It was about 5:30 PM. Abby was not surprised when Lauren’s phone began ringing around that time, but the brunette just shut if off without answering.

Abby propped her head on her arms and ran her free hand down Lauren’s luscious body, stroking and caressing, exploring every luscious curve. The brunette smiled as she lay back and enjoyed it.

“Thanks,” Lauren whispered. “That was so good. That was so, so fucking good. It was just what I needed.”

“You’re a great fuck,” Abby murmured, lowering her head to lick and suck at Lauren’s quivering, massive tit. “I love eating your pussy. You are delicious.”

“What do we do now?” Lauren asked, turning serious.

Abby lay back on the bed, her hand on Lauren’s thigh. Their legs were overlapping and the redhead pushed closer to the other woman, to bring their bodies more into contact. She knew that reinforcing their bond of intimacy was necessary to keep the other woman on-board with her plan.

“When do you think Deborah will pay another visit to you and your husband?”

“Sometime soon. Probably tomorrow or the day after.”

“OK. Here’s what I want you to do. Fight back.”

“What?” Lauren turned her body to look at Abby. “I lost. I can’t just fight the whore.”

“You lost once. Who is going to enforce the rules, her? I just want you to tire her out, make her know that she has been in a fight. Even if you can’t win, it helps to wear her down.”

Lauren looked thoughtful. “And then you will go after her the next day?”

“Yes, that’s my idea.”

The brunette nodded. “You don’t mind that you won’t be getting her at her best?”

Abby shook her head. “It’s that bitch who is playing that game. I don’t have anything to prove to her. I’m just in it to win, and to win on her terms. If that means trying to rig the game a bit, I’m willing to do it. She’s the one coming after me, so I’m not obligated to play by her rules.”

“OK. I’ll give that cunt a run for her money the next time she comes by.”

Abby smiled. “Good.” She reached out and stroked Lauren’s breast gently, cupping and squeezing the dense flesh. She smiled wider as the thick nipple tightened and hardened into a fleshy spike. Lauren was amazingly responsive and Abby loved it.

“In the meantime,” Abby purred, “Let’s spend a bit more time getting to know each other.”

“Oh yes,” Lauren moaned. She rolled onto Abby, her lush body eclipsing the equally voluptuous body beneath her, pushing the redhead into the mattress. “Oh God, yes.”

The women’s mouths locked and Abby spread her legs wide, eagerly inviting her new found partner into the depths of her womanhood. As their fuck lips kissed just as vigorously as their upper lips, the redhead smiled inside. Her plan just might work.

Part III:

When Abby got home that night, Daniel was fighting mad. He knew that his wife had controlled the alarms when Deborah had come over, meaning that she had to have cameras around the house and was spying on him. He had spent the past few hours looking for hidden cameras, but had only found one.

“I thought you trusted me!” Daniel shouted, waving the single camera in Abby’s face. “Now I find out you’ve been pulling this shit!”

“I do trust you, baby,” Abby cooed. She could have answered his anger with anger but that would not help the situation. Besides, she was sympathetic to his point of view. “It’s just that bitch I don’t trust.”

“That’s fucking weak, Abby,” her husband snapped. “There’s no reason for you to trust her. This is about me.”

“Look, I know for a fact that whore has been slutting her way around the neighborhood, fucking husbands and spreading chaos. You know I’m not the jealous type. If I were, we never could have the kind of open marriage that we do. But this bitch is bad news. She wants to break up couples for her own sick thrills. I’m not going to risk that.”

Daniel calmed down a bit. “I still wish you trusted me more than you do.”

“I do, baby. But I know this kind of woman, I know what she can do. I know the kind of games she can play, the way she can use her sex appeal to get even the most faithful men to break. I just didn’t want to take the chance with you. Too much is at stake.”

Daniel was still angry but they made up that night by fucking furiously. Angry sex was often the best sex and, by the time they were finished, Daniel’s anger had cooled. As she drifted off to sleep, her husband in her arms and his cum deep inside her pussy, Abby decided she would hold off telling him about Lauren until later. That did not quite accord with the terms of their open marriage, but it was an unusual situation. She needed Lauren for part of her plan and she did not want Daniel’s possible objections to complicate things.

Abby stayed in contact with Lauren by text. It soon became apparent that the woman wanted to have more sex with Abby. Abby was hardly averse, but she decided that she could not stretch the terms of her open marriage with Daniel any further. She put Lauren off as best as she could, dangling the carrot of future sex to keep the other wife on board. She had every intention of fulfilling her promise, just not yet.

About five days later, Abby received a text from Lauren.

“Bitch just popped in. No time to talk. Will report after.”

Abby waited anxiously for a full day. Finally, Lauren got back to her late the following night.

“Bitch just left,” the text read. “I gave her a real run for her money. Fought her to a draw. Got to sleep now. More later.”

Abby was at home when the text arrived. She immediately checked the external cameras. Sure enough, a few minutes after receiving the text, she watched Deb return to her home in her car. The automatic garage door opened, the vixen drove into her garage, and the door closed. Abby had already hacked into Deb’s home security system. She needed to know what the woman was doing.

Abby observed the inside of Deborah’s home through the security system’s cameras. She saw the brown-haired woman stagger out of her garage, strip herself naked on her walk to her bedroom, and throw herself into bed. She fell asleep the moment her head hit her pillow. Abby smiled. It was time to get the rest of her plan going.

Abby fucked Daniel relentlessly that night, riding him until he was too exhausted to get his dick up. As they lay together in the afterglow, Abby decided to explain her plan to her husband. She also told him about her sexual encounter with Lauren, which excited him more than bothered him.

“I need you to go away for a couple of days, Daniel,” Abby said once she had finished.

Her husband looked at her, a bit startled, then he nodded. “I understand.”

The next day, Abby called in sick. It was a Friday, so that gave her the weekend to recover. Daniel left to spend the weekend at an Airbnb on the other side of the city. He was left with instructions not to contact his wife. Abby knew she was being a bit dramatic, but she did not want Daniel’s presence to be a distraction, something that might split her focus and cost her the upcoming battle. She was going to fuck Deborah into the ground and she needed to be able to do it without her husband in the background – even if he was the prize over which they were fighting.

Daniel left about noon. Abby resumed her spying on her neighbor. Deborah had gotten out of bed around noon and seemed none the worse for wear. Still, Abby was sure that her inconclusive battle with Lauren must have shaken her confidence. She hoped that would give her a bit of edge, a slight advantage, that she could exploit.

Abby waited until she saw Deborah go back to bed for a mid-afternoon nap. The woman stripped herself naked, threw the bedclothes back, fished a huge dildo out of her night table drawer, and went to town on her pussy. Abby watched for a while, feeling her body get hot and aroused. Deb was truly voluptuous, truly beautiful. The bitch’s body was spectacular. She was going to be a real challenge, but Abby was ready.

Abby stripped naked, put on some black pumps, and pulled on a long trench coat. She put on one of Daniel’s fedoras and some mirrored sun shades. She packed a small bag with some necessary accessories.

Abby stepped out of her house. She looked around. The street was quiet. Carefully, she made her way down her house’s walk to the sidewalk, then over to Deborah’s impressive house. She tapped in the security code. The door opened and she stepped inside.

Abby removed the hat and left it on the chair beside the door. She put her shades on the entry table. She stripped off the trenchcoat, revealing her voluptuous, perfect body. She examined herself in the full length mirror beside the door. She was absolutely gorgeous. The glint in her eye gave her beauty a savage intensity. She felt like a cavewoman, going out to fight another bitch for the right to mate with a prime specimen of a man. In a way, that was exactly what she was.

Abby removed her pumps. Now completely nude, she proceeded as silently as she could deeper into the house. Her bare feet scuffed gently on the hardwood floor. She carried her bag at her side. She had the layout of the house memorized. She made her way up the stairs and onto the second floor where the bedrooms were located. She stopped in front of the door to the master bedroom and listened. Deborah was grunting and gasping, clearly in the throes of sexual ecstasy.

Abby tried the door. She knew it had a basic lock and picking it would be a hassle. She was grateful to see Deb had not locked it. She turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open.
Deborah was lying on the bed, her eyes closed, her hips jerking, both of her hands wrapped tightly around a massive dildo that she had shoved deeply into her tight cunt. The woman’s tits jiggled tautly as her hips jerked, as she fucked herself ferociously. Her gorgeous face was a mask of concentration. Her animal moans and grunts filled the large bedroom. Her bed creaked and rocked as she worked the massive cock deeper and harder into her trembling, clean-shaven pussy.

Abby watched from the door. Her eyes gleamed as she focused on the shaft driving in and out of the woman’s tight, wet cunt. Abby’s nipples grew harder and thicker. Her pussy lubricated powerfully and a trickle of moisture ran down her inner thigh. She brushed her hand over her hard nipples and shuddered as the sensation of pure electricity rippled through her breasts, down her belly, and into her hot cunt.

Abby stepped into the room carefully. She closed the door and locked it. As she drew closer to the bed and the writhing, jerking vixen self-pleasuring on top of it, Abby got a better look at the massive dildo Deborah was driving into her core. She realized it was a two-headed dildo, meant to connect two women’s twats. Even more, she realized it was a special, hollow dildo, designed to allow women to ejaculate directly into each other’s bodies. It was a tool designed specifically for sexfights. She smiled viciously. That fact opened up a number of new possibilities.
Abby put her bag down beside the bed. She readied herself.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes, you dirty little whore, you fucking cunt…,” Deborah moaned, her head thrashing from side to side, her eyes closed tight. “I’m going to ride your clit until it explodes, you bitch…”

Abby surmised that Deborah was imagining her recent battle with Lauren. The blonde beauty decided it was time to bring Deb back to reality.

Abby climbed onto the bed. As she had hoped, Deb was too wrapped up in what she was doing to herself to register that another weight was on the mattress. Moving quickly, Abby crawled to Deb’s body. She gripped the protruding part of the two-headed dildo and used her other hand to lift one of Deb’s legs to her shoulder. The brunette’s eyes flashed open as she became aware of the unexpected intrusion.

“Here, let me help you with that, fucker,” Abby breathed. She pushed Deb further into the bed with one hand and scissored the whore’s body, slipping one leg over the woman’s hip, positioning her dripping pussy over the homewrecker’s stuffed cunt. She aimed the free end of the massive dildo at her own naked cunt and lowered herself onto the thick rubberized shaft. The artificial cock stretched her tight, hot vaginal lips to their utmost. It filled her pussy to the brim as she sat on it, taking it all in, until her swollen pudendum was resting tightly on Deb’s wet, thick fuck lips. The women’s juicy twats mated with a wet slap of sizzling fuckmeat.

Abby grunted with the sudden penetration. The pleasure was intense and immediate. She felt her clit swell even more at the crest of her cunt. She tightened her vaginal muscles around the shaft and shoved down with her hips, driving the cock even deeper into Deb’s succulent fuckmeat. At the same time, Abby pulled Deb’s left leg, placed it on her shoulder, and locked Deb’s leg in place, holding the muscled limb between her breasts, as she thrust hard with her hips.

Deborah seemed almost caught in a trance, doubting her own eyes and senses. It seemed she was not able to process what was going on, which gave Abby a few more precious seconds to consolidate her position on top of the voluptuous vixen. When the dildo penetrated her core even more than she had wanted, however, the beautiful homewrecker fully realized the situation she was suddenly facing.

“Abby, you cunt!” Deb screamed. She could not say anymore as a powerful groan peeled from her lips, as her magnificent body shuddered with the excruciating penetration. Her hips bucked and she tightened her cunt around the shaft, trying to take control of it before it split her in two.

Abby pushed her swollen clit down hard onto Deb’s pulsing clit. The two women moaned in unison as their genitals mated. Abby would rather have done this bare pussy to bare pussy, but the chance to ream Deb out with her own dildo had been too tempting to ignore. Abby gripped one of the Deb’s firm, huge tits with her free hand and squeezed mercilessly, twisting the hard nipple.
Deb opened her eyes and glared hatefully into Abby’s excited, angry eyes. The brunette tightened her vagina even more, trying to regain control of the dildo. Abby had expected this. This encounter had become a contest over which of them had the stronger cunt. That was just what Abby wanted. She knew she had to humiliate and control this woman and demonstrating vaginal power was necessary to her strategy.

“I’m going to ram this dildo all the way up your twat, you fucking blonde bitch!” Deb snarled. “You thought taking me by surprise would give you an advantage, but I’m going to show you what a real woman’s pussy can do!”

“Don’t make me laugh, you vicious whore!” Abby panted. “This isn’t my first rodeo, bitch, and I’m going to show you just what a strong cunt feels like!” She twisted Deb’s distended, rock-like nipple even harder. The brunette reached up, filled her hands with Abby’s firm, throbbing tits, and squeezed viciously.

The battle became a struggle for control of the dildo. Deb’s pussy was amazingly strong, but Abby had the advantage of the superior position and gravity. The dildo moved very little as the women tightened their vaginal grips on the part of the shaft embedded in their dueling cunts, each bitch struggling to drive it deeper into the other. Abby twisted her hips slightly, rubbing clit head to clit head. Deb shoved back, trying to give as good as she was getting.

The women’s beautiful bodies were soon dripping with sweat as they struggled. Their ragged pants and groans became more pronounced. Abby used both of her hands to knead and maul Deb’s magnificent chest. Deb returned the attack. The women’s breast attacks added another dimension of sensual stimulation to already over-stimulated bodies. They glared, gauging the other, reading how much their vaginal battle was affecting their enemy.

“Fuck you, fuck you, whore!” Deb panted.

“I’m going to show you what it costs to go after my man, you dirty little slut!” Abby snarled, her blonde hair damp with sweat.

Grunting and gasping, the enraged fuckfighters struggled powerfully. After about 30 minutes of cunt to cunt battle, Deb’s expression changed. It went from hateful determination to sudden, intense pleasure. Even the act of vaginal tightening and releasing was enormously stimulating and pleasurable and the brunette vixen had already been overwhelmed with lust when she had started her masturbatory session.

“No,” Deb grunted. “Fucking God, no!” She closed her eyes, bit her trembling lip, then threw back her head and screamed in surrender. Her pussy convulsed, clamping hard on the dildo, and she ejaculated powerfully, the stream of cum flowing up the shaft and into Abby’s waiting, victorious cunt.

Abby threw back her head and moaned with joy as she felt the other woman’s hot emissions flow deep into her core, penetrating her womanhood. She bucked her hips hard, driving her swollen clit down onto Deb’s throbbing fuck finger a final time, then let herself go. She ejaculated, sending a stream of hot cum down the shaft into Deb’s writhing, straining body. Abby shuddered as she came twice more, reveling in her victory. She was establishing dominance by forcing her ejaculate down the cunt of the loser. Abby relished the symbolism of what she was doing to Deb, and it was just the beginning. The bitch did not know what Abby had in store for her!

After their shuddering orgasms ran through, Abby slowly released her vaginal grip on the dildo and pulled herself up off of the shaft. She collapsed on the bed next to Deborah. She was surprised to see that the ceiling was mirrored. She examined herself and her enemy in the reflection. The women’s equally massive tits heaved, their equally beautiful bodies stretched out side by side. Their silken hair formed tangled haloes around their heads.

Deb reached down and pulled the massive, two-headed dildo out of her twat. She tossed it aside. Without hesitation, she rolled on top of Abby.

Abby was expecting this. She spread her legs wide, ready to receive Deb’s cunt and clit, to truly begin the fuckwar that Deborah had initiated the moment she began her pursuit of Daniel and the other men in the neighborhood.

“You don’t know what you’ve bit off, you blonde cunt,” Deb snarled into Abby’s face. Their bodies eclipsed perfectly, their heavy tits crushed tight. Deb’s flat, solid belly slid into position on Abby’s abs, her juicy pussy splatted onto the blonde woman’s fuckmeat. Their inner thighs mated, smooth, hot flesh kissing to smooth, hot flesh.

“I know exactly what you’re after, you vicious little whore,” Abby hissed. “You make it look like you’re after cock, but you’re really after pussy! I’m saving you the time. You and I are going to fuck this out. If I win, you get to fuck me whenever you want and you get Daniel as a bonus. But if I win, you’re going to become my fucktoy.”

Deborah looked surprised, then she smiled savagely. “You really have figured it out. You’re right. Nothing feels better to me that having another woman cum into my pussy, to feel another bitch surrender to my cunt. You’re going to be a real prize, Abby. I’m going to fuck you into a coma, then make you my bitch for years! Daniel is just frosting on the side. I’ve always wanted to get between your legs and now you’ve served your twat to me on a platter!”

Abby grinned viciously. “You came into my territory sniffing around, pissing on every shrub in the neighborhood. We were always going to go cunt to cunt with each other. Now we just need to see who is the real queen of the block!”

The women shared a savage, hateful smile. Deb slammed her mouth onto Abby’s mouth. Their tongues twisted in a brutal kiss. Abby sank her fingers into Deb’s hair and pulled. Deb eagerly returned the grip. Her hips moved in tight, hard circles as she drilled her pussy into Abby’s cunt. Abby’s fuck lips spread under the pressure. The women’s labia fused, their swollen, throbbing clits fenced and rubbed. Their bulging chests rolled and mashed, nipples stabbing and grating.

Abby and Deb twined their legs and locked muscle to muscle. Their voluptuous bodies undulated like snakes, every inch of flesh contending with every inch of flesh. Their lush bodies gleamed with sweat.

The women’s erotic moaning spiraled higher and higher as the fuckfight raged on. Abby fought to hold back the intense pleasure filling her core. It had been a long time since she had last fought in a sexual duel and she could tell that Deb was as dangerous and powerful a fuckfighter as any she had encountered in her younger days. However, the old skills she had mastered in the past had not abandoned her.

Gripping Deb’s perfect, rippling ass tightly, Abby fucked up against the other woman as hard as she could. The women shuddered, then screamed in concert as they came into each other over and over again.

Deb collapsed on top of Abby. The heat and wetness between their bodies slowly cooled. Abby pushed Deb off of her and the women lay side by side. They panted, their tits jiggled, as they locked eyes in the mirror over the bed. They let their eyes wash over their rival’s perfect, delicious body.

“You’ve made the biggest mistake of your life, challenging me in my own territory, fucker,” Deborah purred. “I’m going to enjoy making you my slave. I’m going to enjoy reigning over this entire neighborhood. Every cock, every pussy that I want is going to belong to me. I always knew it would come down to you and me, but I didn’t think you would try to get the jump on me. I respect that, but it’s not going to save you.”

“You’re a stupid whore, Deborah,” Abby snapped. “You think you’re a lot bigger deal than you are. But you’re right -it was always going to come down to you and me. There’s no point in wasting time. When I’m done with you, you’re going to know you shoved your stinking cunt into the wrong place.”

Deb sat up on the bed. She turned to Abby and spread her legs, presenting her dripping twat. She leaned back, bracing her body. Deb flexed her pussy and sprayed cunt juice. She smiled like a predatory animal.

“Let’s get back into the saddle, bitch. No stopping. We fuck until one of us passes out or can’t go on.”

Abby sat up and mirrored her rival. “Fine by me. I’m going to fuck your clit into mush, baby.”

The women slammed together again. Their hips churned, their tits bounced, they threw back their heads to cry out in ecstasy as they fucked mercilessly. Their muscular bellies rippled, their asses flexed hard, their hips moved in slow, hard thrusts. Their swollen clits fused, head to head, pushing them to the edge of reason.

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you…”

“Goddamn whore, fucking slut…”

“Cum for me, whore, cum you little bitch!”

“You cum, cunt! Cum inside of me! Give me your cum!”

Nearly an hour later, Abby and Deborah shrieked at the top of their lungs as their pussies fused, an incredible simultaneous orgasm melting their naked, swollen genitals into one sizzling mass of fuckmeat. They fell on their backs and bucked their hips high, driving into each other, cumming and cumming relentlessly, as they fucked each other out of their minds.

It took several minutes before the beautiful women stopped moving. They panted, their tits bounced gently. Their bodies were locked at their cunts, their lower torsos slick with sweat and mixed cum. The women’s tits were coated with nipple ejaculate.

Abby moaned, her mind floating in space. It had been a long time since she had been fucked so completely. Deborah was an incredible fuckfighter, an incredibly tough bitch. Abby had to admit the whore might be more than she could handle. At the least, she might prove to be the toughest fight of Abby’s life.

Deb pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down their locked bodies at Abby. “Are you ready for more, you cunt?” the brunette sneered.

“I’m always ready for more, whore,” Abby snapped, sitting up. “I told you. We’re going to go the distance and I’m going to turn your fucking hole into mincemeat.”

“I love your confidence,” Deb sneered. “But you’re about to learn your place in the hierarchy of female fuckability.”

“Really?” said a voice from the doorway. Deborah started then turned her head to glare at the intruder.

Lauren stepped into the room. The brown-haired woman was totally nude and absolutely spectacular. Her eyes shone with a crazed light, a combination of lust and pure hate.

“I think you may have to learn a lesson yourself, you fucking dirty whore,” the beautiful woman continued. “We’re going to pick up exactly where we left off yesterday, bitch. And, this time, we’re not stopping until your cunt is a piece of raw meat!”

Part IV:

Deborah pushed back, sucking her juicy cunt away from Abby’s glistening twat, and scrambled off the bed. She backed into the corner of the room, her naked body streaked with sweat, her bare-shaven pussy dripping with cum, her huge tits jiggling freely. Deb clenched her fists, crouching down.

“You two sluts are teaming up, is that it?” the chestnut-haired vixen snarled. “Do you think you cunts are a match for me?”

“Oh, I know that we are,” Abby purred. “Especially our cunts.”

Abby rolled off the bed and stood beside Lauren, who had walked deeper into the room. Abby and Lauren turned to each other. Their pressed their nude, voluptuous bodies together, tit to tit, belly to belly. Abby draped her arms over Lauren’s shoulders, Lauren pulled Abby in by the small of her back. The women smiled at each other. They touched tongues, then sank into a long, deep, tongue-stroking kiss, their lush bodies undulating, rubbing against each other seductively.

“Mmmmmmmmnnnn,” they moaned into each other.

Deborah watched from the corner, her eyes flashing, the rage of the moment before tempered by a flare of pure lust. She was incredibly turned on by the sight of two hot women getting it on. She began to think that she could tempt the other two women with the prospects of some kind of threesome. Maybe there was still a way for her to get out of this with a win.

Abby and Lauren broke their kiss reluctantly, tongues lapping at each other as their mouths parted. The women smiled at each other as they touched foreheads. They turned back to Deborah.
“I know what you’re thinking, skank,” Abby smiled. She reached down and picked up the bag she had left at the side of the bed and placed it on the mattress. “You’re thinking ‘maybe I can turn this into a threesome and still finish on top’. That’s not going to happen.”

Abby opened the bag and began removing items. A massive strap-on dildo, a huge vibrator, four lengths of rope, padded handcuffs, lube…Deborah’s eyes flashed as she watched the sexual weapons line up on the bed. Her mind and body were torn between intense excitement and dread.

“You cheating whores think this will scare me?” the brunette vixen snarled. “I can take on both of you at once, and all your slutty toys, and still fuck you into the ground.”

Abby grinned. “I appreciate the show, but Lauren and I are a match for you one on one – or, it’s so close, it doesn’t make much difference. Both of us together …well, your pussy is really going to be raw meat by the time we’re done with you.” She smiled wider. “And every other part of your slutty body, too.”

Lauren nodded, her eyes bright, her gorgeous face fixed in a savage smile as she watched her enemy literally trapped in a corner.

“You fuckers couldn’t beat me alone! You’ve had to team up!”

“Well, yes, but you’re in no position to complain,” Abby patiently explained. “You’re a cheating whore who came into this neighborhood to hunt cock and cunt, who deliberately destroyed marriages and tried to turn our neighborhood into your own personal harem. Now, two of the cunts you were stalking have decided to turn the tables. All’s fair, baby, and now you’re going to get what you deserve.”

Abby paused and picked up the massive strap-on. “I don’t usually like these, but I’m still planning to shove this thing up all the way up your ass once I’ve reamed out your cunt.”

“I’ve taken real cocks twice that size up my ass and my cunt,” Deb snarled. “At the same time. Nothing you have, nothing you can do, scares me at all.”

“Let’s see, shall we?” Abby gave Deb a feral grin. She put aside any thoughts she had of showing the woman any mercy at all. Deborah was trying to destroy Abby’s marriage and make Abby and Daniel into her fuck slaves. She had already driven an unbridgeable chasm between Lauren and her husband and was systematically destroying the partnerships of many other couples. Turnabout was fair play, as far as Abby was concerned, and she knew that if she did not destroy Deb here and now the bitch would create no end of problems for everyone later. This was a pre-emptive attack to stop an imminent invasion, and that was perfectly legal.

Lauren held up her hand. “Let’s do this a bit differently. I said I want to pick up where this skank and I left off. I really do. We’ll have lots of time to use these toys on her later.”

Abby smiled and nodded. “Be my guest.”

Lauren approached the opposite side of the bed from Deborah. She put one knee up on the bed. Deb’s eyes glowed with heat. Abby could practically read the woman’s mind. She planned to fuck Lauren into the ground then turn her attention to Abby. However, Abby knew that the woman was underestimating Lauren’s sexual prowess.

Lauren climbed onto the bed. The chestnut-haired beauty smiled viciously. She sat on her ass and spread her legs, presenting her juicy, bare-shaven cunt to Deborah in challenge.

“Come on, you little fuck. You told me how much you enjoyed reaming out my cunt just yesterday. Now’s your chance to do it again.”

Her eyes fixed on Lauren’s dripping genitals and heaving tits, Deb climbed onto the bed, her eyes glowing with ravenous hunger. She scissored Lauren, lining up their succulent cunts. The women’s pussies radiated heat, their swollen clits throbbed and twitched with tension, ready for combat. With a shared cry, the women drove with their hips, crushing together, nether lips sucking and sealing, hard clits meeting and thrusting head to head.

As Lauren and Deb thrashed and moaned on the bed, Abby took her collection of sex toys and laid them out on the dresser. She sat down on a chair in the corner to watch the clash of the two vicious enemies. Lauren hated Deborah passionately, for good reason. Still, Abby saw that the sex battle with her rival had her friend excited and aroused in ways that ordinary sex could not do. She smiled inwardly. She knew, protestations aside, that Lauren really did crave the sex.

Lauren and Deb bucked and groaned, their hips and asses pumping. For a while, they held their bodies suspended over the bed, locked at their crotches, the women’s hips jerking as they forced as much of the weight of their struggling bodies on their grinding clits as they could. The rivals glared at each other hatefully over their bouncing tits, their beautiful faces contorted with rage and lust and pleasure as they fought to push the other back and claim the superior position. The pure ecstasy radiating through their bodies from the point of erotic contact was driving the women wild.

“Fuck you! FUCK YOU!!” Lauren screamed, her rage coarsening her voice.

“Not on the best day of your fucking life, you little WHORE!!” Deb screamed in reply.

With a cry, Lauren surged forward, pushing Deborah off balance. As the vixen fell to the bed, Lauren followed her down, keeping their cunts plastered together. The raging wife grabbed Deb’s left leg and placed it on her shoulder, holding it between her huge tits. Lauren arched her back, driving her cunt deep and hard into her opponent’s twat, moaning in anger and pleasure as their clits clashed once more. Deb reached up and gripped Lauren’s bouncing tits, squeezing and kneading the meaty masses ferociously. Lauren immediately returned the grip, mauling Deb’s beautiful tits even as she pounded the other woman’s pussy relentlessly.

“You whore, you fucking dirty whore!” Lauren snarled, her breath coming in ragged pants, her gorgeous face twisted in hate. “I’m going to fuck your brains out your ass!”

“Fucking cunt, fucking, fucking cunt!” Deb screamed.

Lauren released Deb’s breasts and seized the woman’s hands instead, prying Deb’s grip off her tits. Locking hand to hand, the women’s hips churned like machines, their asses flexed and pumped, as they hate-fucked as hard as they could.

Watching the most violent, hateful sex she had ever seen, Abby felt her own pussy gushing with lubrication. It was wonderful to watch, to study the women’s faces, etched in fury and hatred, eyes locked, pure rage and the raw desire to completely sexually humiliate each other written in their every expression.

“Going to destroy your twat, you fucking filthy whore!” Lauren gasped. Sweat was dripping from her face, her breasts, as she drove herself into the woman under her, riding Deb furiously.

“You’re nothing, you slut, you bitch, you’ll never be as good as I am!” Deb cried out, her voice taking on a desperate timbre.

Lauren suddenly slipped one of her hands free of Deb’s grip. The wronged wife lashed out, slapping Deb across her face, viciously.

Deb fell back on the bed, grunting with the flash of pain. Before she could retaliate, her body hit its limit, likely brought on by the slap. She arched her back and screamed, her hips bucking wildly, almost throwing Lauren off, as she spasmed and convulsed through an incredible orgasm.

“NO, OH FUCKING GOD, NNOOOO!!”

“Yes, you cunt, yes, yes, YESSSSSSS…” Lauren chanted, as she kept working her hips and ass, trying to grind Deb’s clit into nothing.

Lauren suddenly threw back her own head, ran her fingers through her hair, and screamed in bliss. “OH GOD!!”

Lauren shuddered and shook as her body emptied itself into Deb’s humiliated pussy. The brown-haired woman’s eyes fluttered and, for a moment, Abby was afraid her partner might pass out. Lauren fell forward, her meaty tits landing on Deb’s tits, her belly flattening to that of the other woman. Writhing, lost in the afterglow, the two women moaned, both fucked out of their minds.
For a few moments, the women lay still, panting, arms wrapped around each other, the power of their multiple, mutual orgasms fading.

Deb suddenly wrapped her arms around Lauren and rolled the other woman onto her back. “You fucker, do you think this is over?” the model snarled.

“Fuck you! I’m just getting started, cunt!” Lauren shot back.

Deb began rubbing and grinding her pussy deep into Lauren’s wet, hot twat. Lauren thrust back, meeting the attack blow for blow. The women locked hands again, snarling at each other as the battle continued.

“They’ve forgotten I’m here,” Abby thought. “Time to remind them.”

She strapped on the massive dildo that was part of her erotic toy collection. The tool was attached to a special cup over her pussy, one designed to stimulate her clit as she fucked the person on the end of the dildo.

Abby crawled onto the bed, directly behind Deborah. Deb and Lauren were now kissing passionately, hatefully, their snarls and growls muffled by their thrashing tongues. Their voluptuous bodies writhed, rubbing every inch of flesh to flesh. Abby admired the sight of their massive tits, crushed and contending with each other for the same space, meaty masses rolling and quivering.

Deb’s nether regions were completely exposed. For a second, Abby thought about where to put her dildo- should it go up the whore’s ass or cunt? She could see that Deb and Lauren were engaged in a clitfight. That decided the matter.

Abby lubed up the dildo until it was dripping. She gripped Deb’s bucking hips, aimed the massive rubber shaft at the bitch’s tight anus, and drove it deep into the woman’s perfect ass, spreading the anus forcefully and impaling Deb like a gutted fish.

“OH, FUCKING GOD!!” Deb shrieked, as she broke the kiss with Lauren, her head jerking back. Abby grabbed the woman’s head by her hair, using it like a rein, as she pumped her hips, working the dildo like a piston into her enemy’s ass. She pulled on Deb’s hair, jerking the woman’s head back.

Deb screamed again, a combination of pleasure and frustration, as she was overwhelmed from both ends. Lauren reached up, gripped the brown-haired woman by the back of her head, and pulled her back into their hate kiss. Lauren pumped up, her clit jousting furiously with Deb’s throbbing sex horn. Deb thrust back, but Abby’s anal attack was too much. Deb held out as long as she could, but it was not long before she screamed and screamed into Lauren’s mouth, her entire incredible body shuddering and shaking through one violent orgasm after another. Her pussy ejaculated hot cum onto Lauren’s pussy, drowning the other brunette’s quim in creamy discharge.

As Deb collapsed in sexual exhaustion on top of Lauren, Abby withdrew the dildo from the model’s tight ass. The shaft came out with a sucking pop. Lauren rolled the ravaged Deborah onto her back and immediately lifted herself up and positioned her pussy over Deb’s face. She lowered her cunt onto her rival’s gorgeous mouth.

“Eat me, you little fuck,” Lauren panted. “Suck me out! I want to cum on your fucking face!” She rubbed her thick-lipped twat over the other woman’s mouth and nose, stabbing her clit down, demanding submission and sexual service. She reached down and gripped Deborah’s tits, tweaking and twisting the hard nipples. Deb’s tongue slowly, languidly, inserted itself into Lauren’s pussy and began to lick. Her lips surrounded the wife’s clit and started to suck.

“Yes, yes, you fucking cunt,” Lauren breathed, her beautiful face etched in pleasure and hate. She loved humiliating Deb almost as much as she loved fucking the bitch. Abby could tell that Lauren was paying Deborah back for the recent humiliations the model had visited on her. It was clear that Lauren was keeping a score card in her head.

Abby removed the strap-on and lowered her face to Deb’s succulent, dripping twat. She lapped at the ejaculate that was leaking from between Deb’s tight cuntlips and lapped up more cum from the woman’s slick, inner thighs. Deb groaned into Lauren’s pussy, her lower body slowly writhing as the sexual stimulation rippled through her highly aroused body. She felt another set of orgasms already lining up inside her core.

Abby fingered Deb’s vagina, tracing and rubbing the slick vaginal lips, teasing the woman’s distended clit. Deb’s moans became louder, more desperate, clearly revealing the ecstatic sexual agony she was feeling. Even as she continued sucking and licking at Lauren’s cunt, Abby fully extended the fingers of her hand, turning them into a knife, and plunged her hand into Deb’s cunt, all the way to her wrist.

Deb bucked hard and screamed, her entire body twisting and writhing, as Abby clenched her fist and rotated it around and around. It was hard, the grip that Deb’s taut vagina had on her arm was like a vise, but she succeeded in corkscrewing her fist inside of Deb’s depths.

Deb thrashed and screamed on the bed. She wrapped her hands around Abby’s wrist, trying to force the blonde woman out, but Lauren pushed down harder, distracting Deb, forcing Deborah to eat her even more diligently.

The sexual assault went on and on until Deborah shrieked in pleasure and erupted again, her hips bucking as she pumped hot ejaculate around Abby’s wrist, the cum leaking out from the tight seal. Abby withdrew her hand, releasing a stream of juice that had been dammed. A few moments later, Lauren groaned in pleasure and came into Deb’s face, again and again.

Gasping, Lauren collapsed forward. She buried her face in Deb’s cum-streaked cunt. For a few moments, the two enemies rested in a 69 position. Lauren sucked at her rival’s pussy, then rolled off and lay beside Deb, their bodies speckled with cum and dripping with sweat.

Abby got off the bed, picked up some padded handcuffs from the dresser. The handcuffs were linked by an extendible cord. She took one of Deb’s hands and, without resistance, attached the cuff to the woman’s wrist. The other end she snapped around the upper leg of the bed frame, stretching the cord to reach.

She took another handcuff, adjusted its radius, and snapped it around Deb’s ankle, the one opposite from her restrained wrist. Abby snapped this to the opposite lower bed leg. Deb was now chained to the bed, loosely restrained, with one arm and one leg free and with the ability to turn over if needed.

Abby smiled at her handiwork. Lauren sat up and looked at what Abby had done. The two women exchanged vicious, predatory smiles.

Slowly, Deb returned to full awareness. She pulled at her arm and then her leg, and realized the predicament she was in.

“You fucking dirty cows!” Deb snarled. “Let me go!”

Abby smiled as she stretched out beside Deb, on the woman’s side where her hand was fixed to the bed. “Baby, we’re not letting you go for a long time. We’re going to take our time with you. You wanted both of us as your fuck slaves. Now, you’re going to see what it feels like.”

Lauren stretched out on the other side of Deb’s voluptuous body. She grabbed the woman’s free hand and wrestled it to the bed, then lowered her mouth to Deb’s magnificent chest and licked, then sucked hard on the brunette’s incredibly dense, perfect tit.

“Mmmmmmnnn,” Lauren moaned. She raised her head from the tit, a string of spit linking her lips to the hard nipple nub. She licked it up and then smiled at Deb. “I’m going to humiliate you and ride you and fuck your brains out in every way you can imagine, you fucking whore.”

Deb’s eyes flashed with rage and fear, but also, deep down, a frisson of excitement and desire. “Damn you. Goddamn you both. I swear to fucking God, I’ll make both of you pay for this!”

“Maybe,” Abby purred, as she began to finger Deb’s exposed twat. “But it won’t be today. We’re paying you back for what you’ve already done. No one made you a fucking, stinking bitch, Deborah. That was your choice. Now, you’re going to live with the consequences.”

Deb tried to respond, but her reply was lost as Lauren’s tongue invaded her mouth. Abby lowered her head to Deb’s pussy and began to eat and suck. The blonde woman’s mind raced with all the things she planned to do to this whore, all the ways she planned to use her fuck toys on Deb’s gorgeous body.

The night was young and they were just getting started.

Epilogue:

It was late on Sunday that Abby and Lauren finally left Deb’s house. For two days and nights, they used the model’s incredible body in whatever way they wanted, humiliating and degrading the bitch as much as they could. They only let her go to the bathroom when one of them was holding her by a leash, her legs and armed cuffed. They forced her to eat with her face buried in a dish. By the time they left that evening, Deb’s pussy was so sore she could barely sit, her delicious breasts were covered in so many bite marks that she could not touch them without wincing. Bite marks and other signs of sexual domination and humiliation covered her body. Abby and Lauren left the corner house well-satisfied with their work.

Before they left, Abby laid down the law for Deborah.

“You belong to Lauren and me now. When we call, you come running. You submit to us. You’re our fuck slave. If you want to leave this neighborhood, that’s entirely up to you. But so long as you are here, in our city, you are our bitch.” Abby’s eyes flashed. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Deb said, dully.

“Do you accept these conditions?”

Deb hesitated only for a moment. “Yes.”

“Do you fully submit to Lauren and me?”

Another long hesitation. Then: “yes.”

The two other nude women left the bedroom. They pulled on their coats in the hall. Lauren went back to the bedroom, where Deborah remained sprawled on the cum-soaked sheets.

“I’ll be back to take you for a ride really soon, Deborah,” the beautiful brunette threatened. “I may even bring Hank along to watch.”

Deb said nothing. Lauren left, smiling vindictively. At some level, she did not like what was happening to her, but her desire to avenge her humiliation overwhelmed all other considerations, at least for now.

Deborah lay in her rumpled bed for some time after the other two women had left. She mentally assessed her body, taking an inventory. Her mind churned with the shame and rage of her humiliation. She was a woman who needed to be dominant in her sexual relationships, who needed to be the one in control. The fact that these things were taken from her, that the tables had been turned so completely, filled her with a fury that ate at the core of her being.

Still, she had lost in the game that she had started. That had never happened before. But, after one game there was another.

Deb slowly rolled out of bed. She went into her ensuite bathroom and began running the water in the tub. She needed to soak, to wash off the cum and sweat and lubricants that had been used on her over the two days and nights. She needed to relieve her tired muscles and her aching cunt and ass.

As she waited for the tub to fill, she went to her computer. She did a quick search of her contacts and came up with an email address, one she had not used in quite some time.

She wrote her message quickly.

“Dear Meg. I have encountered a situation in the new community I am in that I have never dealt with before. I could use your advice and, maybe, your help. Are you free to talk? Deb.”

Deb sent the message and went to the tub. An hour later, fresh out of the water and feeling a bit more human, she checked her email and saw she had received a response.

“Dear Deb: Good to hear from you. I’m always ready to talk to one of my favorite people. Call me tonight whenever you’d like and we can discuss your situation. Meg.”

Deb smiled. The new game was now in play. She may have lost one battle, but the war was just starting.

The End

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