POTLUCK PIES: Kathy vs Evelyn
by HG Hunt
Chapter 7
Evelyn’s hands snaked around Kathy’s
head and grabbed her hair in a two-fisted grip as she pulled
Kathy’s face tight into her own for a smash mouth kiss. The
assault was not unexpected. In fact it was relished. She so
so badly was anticipating this moment. Her own hands
reciprocated the favor and pulled Evelyn’s head tighter and
tighter to her own. Their mouths opened wide to receive each
others tongues which wasted no time tangling together in
tight hot spirals inside their moist oral cavities. Teeth
gnashed together. Lips slid against each other. Lipstick
instantly smeared their lower faces as each tried to assert
her right to the others open mouth. Saliva from Kathy
drizzled into Evelyn and Evelyn’s flowing glands saturated
Kathy’s mouth too. The lust level took a big step forward as
for the next two minutes they tongue-wrestled vigorously on
and on. There was no need to offer verbal taunts and no
opportunity either, what with their mouths plastered
together as they were, but the taunts and challenges were
still present, if only spoken with a tactile language.
Their tongues vied for supremacy and with the apparent
equity in the duel each woman found the need to force her
will on her enemy with other tools. Kathy’s hands, firmly
embedded in Evelyn’s short dark hair, yanked backwards
forcing her head painfully back. Her response was no
surprise to Kathy when she felt her own head yanked back,
her scalp on fire as Evelyn jerked it backwards. They
remained on the love seat, heads jerking this way and that
from the wicked pulls from two pair of strong hands and
arms. Grunts of pain replaced the slurping sounds of
kissing. Pulse rates elevated to provide the necessary
oxygen to the muscles for their obvious need.
Evelyn struggled to her feet and tried to yank Kathy off the
seat to the floor and was partially successful. Kathy raked
her right hand down the front of Evelyn’s dress, managing to
rip the straps and allow the dress to fall down to her hips.
The fight became chaotic now, with Evelyn slapping Kathy’s
face several times in quick succession while Kathy struggled
to her feet and began returning the favor. Evelyn’s FF size
tits were targets too, as Kathy landed many slaps across the
side of her left boob, still encased in that yellow bra.
That was her next target and as she let go of Evelyn’s hair
so she could attack her tits with both hands. She grabbed
big handfuls of Evelyn’s tits and with a quick squeeze and
yank the broke the strap free and off came her bra, forcing
her tits to swing wildly back and forth. Evelyn was not
embarrassed by this, but she didn’t want to be the only
fighter so displayed and she retaliated in kind with both
hands attacking Kathy’s sensational breasts through the
fabric of her dress and bra, succeeding in short order to
achieve an awesome display from her enemy. It didn’t come
without a cost though. Kathy was raining stinging right-hand
slaps across Evelyn’s face the entire time that Evelyn had
been devoted to disrobing Kathy’s upper half.
Fighting came naturally to Evelyn and she accepted the pain
as a requirement for eventual victory. It hurt, that was for
sure, but it didn’t slow her down at all. With both sets of
heavy boobs free of their encumbrances they became new and
frequent targets of both women. After several minutes of
slapping of both faces and tits, Kathy surged towards
Evelyn, wrapping both arms around her and tried to throw her
off balance and take her to the floor. Evelyn resisted and a
bear hugging struggle commenced in the middle of Evelyn’s
living room. Their massive breasts now entangled with each
other intimately. The two women stand up wrestled, each
hoping to topple the other woman to the ground. With a
massive heave, Kathy did go down on top of Evelyn. The loud
thud on the floor followed by the “oof” from Evelyn and the
grunts of strain from both women as they ensnared each other
with grappling arms and legs, rolling over and over, each
seeking the superior position, each being thwarted time and
again from establishing such position for more than scant
seconds. Their efforts were so strenuous that both were in
need of recovery. Neither would relinquish her hold but
neither could sustain the effort that would have been
required to overpower her rival at this stage. Their rolling
around on the floor, tits heaving into each other, hands
clutching each others hair and arms, slowed by necessity
from their extreme exertions.
Legs intertwined with their disheveled dresses in disarray
between them. When one roll found Evelyn on top of Kathy,
their torsos tight together, massive rolls of breast flesh
pushed to the outside of their bodies, they both realized
the muscle fatigue of their opponent, and also recognized
the motivation of their enemy to continue. Huge deep
breaths. Eyes closed. Evelyn’s weight pressing down on
Kathy. Her nylon-clad thighs frustratingly prevented from
skin to skin contact with Kathy’s legs because of their
dresses remaining in the way. She wriggled her lower body a
bit (she had enough energy for THAT), clearly seeking some
opening for her upper thigh (covered only by some thin
garter straps) to obtain contact with Kathy’s hose clad
legs. Kathy, her sexual arousal not diminished at all by the
fighting, instantly recognized Evelyn’s aim.
“You want a REAL woman to woman fight?” Kathy needed only a
whisper to say what she thought to Evelyn as their heads
were side by side resting together. “Naked is the only way
to settle this THAT way.”
Evelyn smiled inwardly. “She thinks like I do.” she thought
to herself.
“Of course it is!” Evelyn whispered directly into Kathy’s
ear, through her hot breath, “Lets do this!”
She released her grip and rolled away as Kathy did the same.
After several moments to catch their breath the two stood
up, gazes mutually observant of the other woman’s body and
seeking signs of distress in their enemy. Evelyn pushed her
black dress the rest of the way down her body and stepped
out, repeating the process with her garter belt, bumble bee
colored panties, and hose. Fully naked she stood before
Kathy proudly showing off her lush nakedness for Kathy to
admire, or hate, as was more likely.
It was certainly a body worthy of admiration, in its naked
glory, even with hair messed up, makeup smeared, sweat
streaking down her body. Kathy found that to be an even more
alluring sight than if Evelyn’s body had been prepped by
professional artists for a Playboy shoot. Knowing that she
had been responsible for the disheveled look made Kathy
snort in approval of the seductive woman in front of her.
She smirked and began to seductively finish off her own
clothing removal. She turned to offer her rear end to
Evelyn’s view and swayed slowly left to right as she
slithered out of the remnants of her dress. Tossing it
towards Evelyn with a haughty flourish, she offered “Yours
if you can beat me……. But you won’t!”
Finally out of her dress, Kathy felt Evelyn’s gaze on her
body. Evelyn twitched a bit in recognition of the aroma of
Kathy’s womanly fragrance, mingling with the salty smell of
her sweat. Her eyes were drawn to the pubic region, now
uncovered by panties. She made mental comparisons of what
her eyes were seeing with her own lush bush. Kathy was
adorned with an untrimmed growth of medium brown pubic hair.
Its expanse was average, not sufficient to bulge out of a
bikini, but thick enough to conjure up a shag carpet
texture. “Mmmmmm,” she thought, “almost as nice as mine.”
her momentary reverie was interrupted by Kathy. “You never
finished your glass of wine. Why don’t we finish the bottle
before we resume round two?”