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Nervously, Marty the manager moved and straightened, wanting to make sure that the small Dutch Bros Coffee shop was in tip top shape for tonight's more than abnormal circumstances. He, as he felt necessary, took his last few moments to prepare the store - his last opportunity to provide a clear runway, to his two new hires, who that night would be asked to run the store alone.

Marty: "Now look, girls, this wasn't how I wanted to train you two. I mean, I hired you both for the night shift, but normally there would be someone here to train you, and teach you the ropes. Well, that guy is sick, and so is the guy who was supposed to be on call. I'd stay, but I'm leaving town for a meeting with the franchisee tonight, and he wouldn't let me get out of the appointment. So, here's the deal. It should be a very slow night. Maybe 1-2 customers from now until mourning. So, I can't imagine it being too bad. Just clean. And try and learn the register app on your phone. If either of you have any problems, just call me, ok? My number is written on the board over there. Any questions?"
Both girls were in their early twenties, both about five five and around 120 pounds.  Slim slightly athletic build, with bouncy natural C cup boobies. Both had long hair.  Amelia with the straight Blonde locks down to the small of her back, and Eris with a  slightly curly brown mop that descended to her shoulder blades. They were both dressed in the house mini dress with a pleated lower beige skirt area, with white little coffee cups.  The top of the single piece dress was a White slightly sheer blouse, with pink little sugar cubes.  Bare legs and strap on black 3 inch heels, completed the sexy pair.  Both fair skinned of similar tone, Eris with an innocent sprinkle of freckles over her nose, and Amelia with a sexy rub of rouge on each cheek.  Both had plastered on the usual raccoon dark cat like eye makeup with long lashes, and spread a nice thick wet tip spilling smear of rouge lip stick on their pouty thick young lips.

Amelia (blonde): "Nope, I think we got it."

Eris (brunette): "You're sure there is nobody you can call in?"

Marty: "Yeah, I'm sure. But it's only 8 hours. Travis will be here at around 7. But anyway, I have to hit the road. Call me!" With that, and no more, Marty left, leaving his two newest hires alone to work their first shift.

Amelia: "You're sure there isn't anybody?" The blonde imitated in the most nasally mocking voice she could muster. "That's right, bitch, you're stuck here all alone with me." In response to the blonde's cruel words and tone, the brunette merely averted her eyes, and said nothing, instead trying to at least appear like she was focusing on work. "I'm talking to you, Eris. You don't get to just ignore me. Don't make me hurt you like I did in the locker room."

Eris: "Look, Amelia ... let's just work... I said I was ... sorry for going after Travis... We settled this." Every word spoken by the brunette came out broken, and shaken, driven by a palpable fear of the blonde, one instilled in their last violent encounter.

Amelia: "Yeah, we DID settle THIS. And what we settled on, is that I kicked your ass. Which I'm pretty sure means you're my bitch. And now that we've graduated, and since I can't push you around at school anymore, I'll do it here."

Eris: "Please, Amelia. I need this job so bad. And ... and ... I just..." The brunette's words began to cut out, as she started to choke back tears, so distraught she was about having to work here, with a women who so brutalized her.

Amelia: "You just what? Huh? Speak!" The command was issued, as the blonde shoved Eris into the closed drive thru window of the small coffee shop.

Eris: "I don't want to ... fight you anymore..." Her words came out soft and pleading, as she tried her best not to cry, still looking anywhere else but in the eyes of her tormentor.

Amelia: "I wouldn't want to fight me either, if I were a weak bitch like you. But you know what!?" The question was a rhetorical one, asked just as the blonde pushed herself forward, pressing her body into the pathetic brunette's. Then, having closed the distance, Amelia reached up, and grabbed Eris' tear-stained face, forcing her to finally make eye contact.

Eris: "Please, Amelia..." She begs, knowing not what else to do, trying not to focus on the feeling of her tits rubbing up against Amelia's.  Spreading the upper buttons apart and bringing tit-flesh to tit-flesh contact.

Amelia: "Please what? Hmm...?" The blonde asked, whilst still holding firm to her grasp of the brunette's face.

Eris: "Don't hurt me..."

The words of the Brunette’s plea caused the blonde to laugh in an overtly sexual way, just as she leaned in, and pressed her tits even further into the brunette's, spilling into the other girl’s blouse, while rubbing herself against her terrified coworker. Then in answer, Amelia brought her lips within only an eyelash's width from Eris' and whispered: "Fuck you...ERIS" Exactly at the same moment that the confident, and malicious advance escaped the pretty blonde's lips, a heavy metal ice bucket slammed into the back of her head. The blow was vicious, and violent, knocking her not just to the ground, but unconscious. Darkness then took her, until slowly, her eyes began to blink open once more, only to set themselves on Eris, who stood above her, with a wicked grin on her face.

Eris: "Fuck me? No, bitch. I'm gonna fuck you."

The words of challenge sent the floored blonde into a rage, but as she went to move and revenge, kicking her bare legs and clacking her heels in a tapping rhythm as her ass bounced on the floor as she tried to get up .... BUT ... she found her hands tied firmly behind her back, and mind fogged with the obvious symptoms of a concussion.

Amelia: "You BITCH! LET ME GO!" The former tormentor screamed as she squirmed and kicked on the hard coffee house floor, whipping her dress over her thighs and trying desperately to free herself. But as she struggled, she watched Eris with a cold glare, a look which softened into panic, as she noticed the brunette slowly pull her panties down from under her dress, and then off.

Eris: "I will. But not yet. First, I need to teach you a lesson for being so mean." With each word, the brunette took a step closer, until finally she stood, legs planted firmly on either side of her enemy's head.

Amelia: "What!? No! No, no, no, noooo..." Her repeated words found themselves cut off, as Eris lowered herself into a straddle, placing her pussy lips over those on the blonde which were speaking. The blonde's eyes, which remained visible, darted this way and that, as she dealt with not only the humiliation of the girl she considered to be her bitch smothering her, but also the fact that she was barely able to breath. That 'barely' coming from her nose, which remained free from the confines of flesh - a reality which Eris quickly ended, as she reached down, and pulled her clitoral hood over the nose of her former tormentor.

Eris: "See, this is what I meant. I knew we could find a way to make up and get along." As the brunette stroked her long shiny hair back over her shoulders, exposing her plump breasts beneath the sheer top of her dress. ...  she lowered herself into a straddle, making sure that the blonde's mouth was fully engulfed in her cunt flesh in the most intimate of holey wet places, and that her rival's nose was pressed snugly against the clit before it. "Now, just because you were such a bad girl - such a naughty little bitch, I'm going to smother you. When you want air, just use your tongue." The explanation and instructions were delivered as Eris looked down into her foes' glaring and angry eyes, and as muffled threats and refusals were made and heard emanating from somewhere underneath Eris' tightly sealed womanhood. "Ohhh, girl, keep talking. It feels sooo gooood. Ughhh" As the pleasure began, the brunette began to roll her hips, and hump, not moving enough to allow for air, but just enough to increase her own enjoyment. "Come on! Tell me what you're going to do to me when you get free!" Eris shouted as she grabbed for the blonde's hair and pulled harshly. "TELL ME!" She yanked again, pulling upward, just as she ground her clit down on the blonde's nose.  As Eris rotated her hips she reached down with her right hand and snapped the hip lacing of Amelia’s thong.  No sense you not enjoying my little exercise, right? Her long French cut sharpies flicked the Blondes panty to one side of her crotch, exposing her bare pussy flesh, to the workings of the brunette’s nasty manicure.    Unknown to Eris this enraged Amelia to the point that she began to use her red lacquered long pointy eye gouging sharpies to secretly begin shredding her wrist binds.

Whilst Eris rode, Amelia began to understand that by trying to verbally respond to the brunette, she was accomplishing only two things. One, pleasing through vibrations for her torturer’s cunt lips. And two, using up her last remaining breaths. Given that realization, the blonde chose to stop talking, and instead to try and decide if she would be willing to trade further humiliation for breath. At first, she refused, swearing to herself that she would never lick the bitch who now sat upon her face. But as every second passed, and she began to succumb to suffocation, she realized that she had no other option. No other chance at continuing to breathe than to apply her tongue to the clit of her rival. And so, out of sheer desperation, she did, softly and begrudgingly at first, but then fully and passionately, so that she knew that her submission had been felt, and that air would soon be allowed to her once again.  This also helped fuel the secret loosening of her bound wrists.

Cheap French perfumes of both girls, the apricot blossom of the Blonde’s and the red raspberry of the Brunette began to fill the tight space along with the soft moans of both she cats.

Eris: "Good girl!" The brunette said mockingly, as she lifted herself up just enough for the blonde to breathe again. "Now keep going, or I'll smother you again." So good it was to breathe again, that Amelia did not stop, or even question. Having come to accept her current role. "Oh god. Keep going, bitch! Be my good little girl" With each stroke of the blonde's tongue, Eris began to lose focus on her surroundings, so much so that she actually closed her eyes, intent on just enjoying the feeling of the woman who destroyed her in their catfight, now using her tongue as a cunt massaging slave.

At first, her lack of sight mattered not, as she continued to ride her rival's face, coming closer and closer to a fiery, and explosive wet orgasm. But, just as the mountain top came into view, and she felt the first tingles of an oncoming orgasm, a voice called out.

Travis: "Hello? Anybody in there?" It was the voice of Travis, the boy over which these two first fought over in the locker room of the high school. The sound was recognized by both girls, a fact revealed to Eris by the eyes of Amelia, which grew wide, and excited, in the hopes that he might free her from the torment in which she languished. That hope, was to the brunette a fear, one that she sought to avoid. In that endeavor, she reached down, and scooted back, placing her hands tightly over the blonde's makeup-smeared mouth. Then, as she stood up further, she replaced her hands, with her heel, so that she could keep her rival from crying for help. Without the use of her hands, those being tied behind her back, Amelia struggled, trying to escape the sealing-leather of her enemy's shoe heel being shoved down her throat. As she so writhed, Eris stood all the way up, right in the view of Travis.

Travis: "Uh, hey?"

Eris: "Hey, sorry! I was cleaning the floor. Amelia has been spilling drinks all night. What's up?" The jab caused the blonde to begin her struggling anew, clawing at her binds, while desperately trying to free her mouth, and thereby her voice.

Travis: "Uh, not much. Is Amelia here?"

Eris: "No, she actually left with some guy. Not sure what his name was. Looked hot though." The former football player's eyes widened, and shoulders sank, as the words sank in.

Travis: "Oh. Did ... uh ... she say when she'd be back? I keep texting her and she isn't responding."

Eris: "She said not to wait for her, so I'd guess she won't be back."

Travis: "Weird. Well, if she comes back, can you tell her I stopped by?"

Eris: "For sure." The comment came out short and sweet, as the brunette switched her focus to trying to keep her heel in the blonde's mouth.

Travis: "Thanks... Oh and hey, I'm really sorry for all the drama I caused between you two. I didn't mean..."

Eris: "Her and I are figuring it out. Don't worry."

Travis: "Great." He nodded, happy to know that he hadn't caused a permanent rift between two girls he cared about. "Anyway, I'm off to look for her. See ya at 7!" His 'ya' was only heard in the distance, as he drove off from the drive thru window.

Eris: "Would you stop! I'm not done with you yet!" Just as Eris turned her attention back to her bound and shoe-gagged rival, the ropes tied around Amelia's wrists finally frayed and broke from all the struggle and nail cutting, allowing her to once again use her claws on ERIS. ... claws she so did need to use, scratching at the now lowering Eris, who was once again trying to straddle the blonde's face. The claw turned into a push, and the push into a slam, as the brunette's head landed violently against the stainless steel cooler beneath the coffee bar. The effects of the blow were no less painful than the one Amelia suffered, but somehow, Eris remained conscious, though crumpled on the floor, with her dress bunched over her bare wet cunt, smeared up with Amelia's red lip stick.

As the brunette recovered, so did the blonde, who ripped the strands of her tattered thong off while trying to stand and take advantage of her enemy's state, but found herself immediately beset by dizziness, confusion, and a nauseating lack of balance. Again, and again she went to steady herself, but found that no amount of closing of eyes, or standing without falling could alleviate her state of imbalance. Eris, who herself tried to stand, found her circumstances no less dire, as a concussion had now affected her as well. Both bare assed young felines teetered on their heels, wobbling slowly and angrily towards one another with pulsing hungry raw cunt lips and flexing claws ... ... and so there, in the back room of that tiny coffee shop, with both girls wobbling, and confused, they set their eyes on each other, visual focus coming in and out.

Eris: "Bitch!"

Amelia: "Cunt! Why the fuck did you tell my boyfriend that!"  Her wet red lip stick smeared all over her cheeks and chin, with dribbles of pussy juice from Eris’s cunt.

Despite the question, and their words, Eris knew that no amount of talking would end this standoff, and that the blonde would not allow peace, after such a violent and sexually charged punishment.
In knowing that, she decided to attack first, despite her previous loss, ... diving wildly and off-balance, tackling the blonde who stood off-kilter and too slowed by her state to defend herself.  As dresses flew up over their hips exposing their healthy round sex gams and bare trimmed boxes, their young tight bodies finally knotted up into the catfight they both wanted and desperately needed.  The two girl's intertwined bodies crashed into a rack of coffee and sugars, hair flying, tangling and shrouding off their gnashing biting facial attacks with tooth and nail while wet sticky ingredients spilled onto the floor from behind them, knocking over other powders jams and sticky plastic jars and tins in a domino effect while the tangled rotating felines landed on top of a metal table with more plastic bottles and tins of various powders, spices and goo’s.  

An armada of plastic bottles filled with syrups and liquids, and gallons of on-hand ready-to-use milk fell and broke open, on the floor. As helter-skelter ensued, the two girls wrapped their fingers in each other’s hair, locked legs in a knotted ball of entwined wet snakes and rolled into a conjoined spinning catball, cunt to cunt, tit to tit and snorting nose to nose ... each jockeying for position - each trying to come out on top of their rival while ripping and tearing, exposing more flesh and tits to the sticky mass they rolled into on the table .  Finally, they rolled themselves off of the slippery gooey metal table, down to the filthy wet floor below, covered in ever more goo, ripped cloth and strands of blonde and brown hairs. There, as each found themselves covered in liquids, of various consistencies and scents, they continued their catball struggle ... coating their rolling sticky wet flesh with bits of floor dirt, balls of sticky fluff, bread crumbs, milk powder, white and brown sugars, ground coffee and other undefined flakes and globes, as they spun across the floor in one sexy half naked mass of jaw locked cunt locked flesh.  

Finding no advantage in their hair pulling, the two released their holds on each other locks, and instead moved to tearing, and ripping at each other's now soaking translucent clothing, with tits pushing out and into the other, while dresses bunched up and over the hips of the warring nemesis . The wet translucent clinging dresses were shredded to bits, then finally ripped off, aside for a few clinging shards of cloth, until finally in the muck and mayhem, they clung to each other in a nude rolling wet gooey ball of fighting grappling flesh...  biting shoulders necks chins noses cheeks while also bashing their faces together and simultaneously clawing at hair and flesh, leaving artistic patterns of bloodied claw marks across backs, necks, tits, thighs, faces and asses.

Their struggle continued that way, rolling from one side of the open and wet bloodied sticky filthy floor to the other, with each pressing their raw naked clawed bodies together into a conjoined dirty pink glistening mass of red bloodied streaks and twirling hair, with all the force their catball could muster, slamming into one wall then twirling off in the other direction till blasting into the opposite wall ... back and forth like a pinball game of rotating marbled flesh and hair ...  their conjoined naked mass getting tighter and tighter and arms hugged greedily and legs coiled around the other’s clawed body, their long hairs tangling into a single colorless net of blonde and brown mucky straw, covering over their jaw locked chewing and grunting at the expense of luscious lips and makeup... eye lashes and mascara where dripping and stabbing respectively into their mashed flattened faces, that grunted into the maws of the other bitch . . . As they tumbled, they each used their claws to roam around their enemy's person, jabbing, clawing and pinching at any soft target they could find adding more blood and anger to the catballers’ battle. Eventually, their catfight took them to the very rear corner of the tiny coffee shop, under a large oak table ... pinned together in their conjoined single mass of pulsating feminine filthy sex flesh, and unable to move or roll any further, except spin slowly about in a conjoined confined corner space.

There they sat up on their clawed asses under the table, interlaced fingers on both hands, and placed their left leg under the other's right, and right over left, criss-crossing in such a way that their cunts crossed and sealed together clit to clit, lip to sticky cunt lip, as they hugged each other ever closer with their shiny sticky snake legs.  Their bodies literally stuck together from the top of their foreheads, with  cunt sucking on cunt, just underneath their stomachs... cemented together, bound by whatever chemistry of liquids had formed there on that floor.

To get a better angle, or perhaps to re-engage on better terms, they both tried to pull their bodies apart, but found themselves unable as the pain of their conjoined and interlaced pussy lips, bit and stretched angrily at their twined mashed plump bits of wet sex flesh.  The pain of their separation struggle made their conjoin-ment even more defined and final.

They opened their jaws and released their mutual muted vicious jaw lock only to spit more angry venom at the other bitch!
...while spitting, blood, sweat and spittle laced with melted makeup in the other’s mouth,  across their puffy bleeding swollen and chewed lips...

Amelia: "You're such a fucking bitch!" As Amelia screamed and spat, she shoved her body forward in frustration ... in the process, though without intention, slamming her womanhood deeper into that of her enemy, and causing her clit to ooze under the stiff bone of her rivals little female cock, and begin to fuck and spread Eris’s fleshy cunt folds.

Eris: "You're the bitch! I just wanted to work here in FUCKING PEACE!" Eris, no less frustrated by their state of stuck-ish-ness, likewise shoved herself forward, slamming her own womanhood further into the blonde's fleshy twat.  The two bitches now taking turns riding under the others’ clit and penetrating deep into the now cum squirting puss flesh of her rival.  The clits orbited the other fencing and probing and FUCKING the soft gooey smelly rival’s wet oily cunt meat, getting longer and harder like two tiny boned cocks.

Both young pretty women looked more like nasty beaten witches now, with what could be seen beneath the tangled filthy veil of blonde and brown hair. Their faces a contorted camo-painted mess of red lip stick, mascara, rouge and blood and bloodied scratches and bites.

In that way, and in that gyrating state, they stayed in their wet conjoined form, a single fucking rotating body, like two colliding galaxies now totally indistinguishable from the other, sitting in a dark dirty shroud of tangle knotted hair, forehead glued against forehead, nose stuck to nose, cheeks covered in gooey laced bloody spittle, glaring at one another, rotating their only free weapons, their pubic mounds together.

At first they gyrated and wriggled, merely to continue their battle of body against body in their leg knotted rotating catball, but slowly, subconsciously, they began to do so for another reason... LUST... as They ripped their hand grips apart and hugged and clawed about the other’s backs and necks, squeezing their faces and bodies ever tighter in their battle ball of conjoinment.. PASSION TOO... as cum juices spilled into the opposite love hole,  WITH the desire to reassert their lost dominance.

As the pleasure began to take hold of both of them, their lips, which were as of yet used only to insult and the object of biting locked maws, began to hover closer and closer, each tasting the hot breath of their enemy in their own mouth. The threat of a kiss between the two rivals grew, and grew, with each clit rotation - each girl trying desperately to resist it, even as their bloodied tongues called out to each other.  They started by licking the sweet blood and sweat off the other’s lips then instantly their Witch like chanting began ...
Amelia: "Bitch, bitch, bitch"
Eris: "Cunt, cunt, cunt."
The repetitious whispers, meant to distract them from desire and a final cum stream, only served to push their quivering bloodied puffy lips closer, and then closer still, until finally their insults sealed their chewed lips together in a glorious, passionate blood soaked kiss. And though their blood and spit soaked tongues flicked then embraced in a wet knotted dance together, they continued their now slowed and sensual pelvic thrusts, each trying now not to wound, but instead to drive their enemy into orgasmic oblivion. Casting a spell of spelling fluids upon the other bitch fighter.

Their battle was close, so very very close, neither ahead nor behind - each finding the perfect angle from which to attack their rival's cunt with a penetrating hard long clit. That closeness - that equality, they hated, beyond words or measure, and yet, their frustration at the fact only served to push them deeper into their lust for the other, and nearer to an orgasmic spell.

Finally, their pleasure became too great to continue their tangling of tongues, and so each girl tried to pull away from their kiss, so that they could scream out their mutual sexual frustrations, but found that like the rest of their bodies, their bloodied lips were now fully stuck together with the fluids in which they were rolling in. And though that thought troubled them, and caused their eyes to grow wide, they could do nothing but scream into each other's mouths as their tribbing finally brought them both to a full orgasm of jetting cum juices.

Now, it might have appeared to an outsider that they did spell together, without even a blink between their cummings, but they both knew, that it was Amelia who sprayed first, it being her quivering release that pushed Eris over the edge.  The hot spray of cum jets, blasted the tender erect and elongated knotted clits, further driving a sexual electric charge up the other’s spine, from clit  to nipple fused tits then knotted soaked tongues then back again at the speed of light, over and over again... clit-nipple-tongue jarring squirming SEX shocks... causing an endless gyrating plump bit of fucking flesh tied neatly into a vibrating spinning catball of fuck fighting lust...  covered in cunt cum and cemented together with the floor goo into a conjoined pulsating fuck fest, trapped in a spinning cunt locked FUCK ball with the only noises being muffled sex groans and the thumping of a rotating wet balled up fuck fight hidden away in a tight little back room corner of the shop under a big old table.  A true feast of instant cock wood for the senses of any lucky nearby male, who may stumble upon these self-made sex slaves twisted up into their mutual confinement.

Moments passed in silence, as the two baristas tried to recover and regain composure, each only able to breathe through their noses in sharp little snorts, like two glued but sexy wet piggy balls, their mouths still being sealed together. Their arms tightly hugging one another now about the opposite back and neck. Left legs snaked high and around the upper back and shoulders of the opposite rival, while the right limbs where glued around the opposite ass and hips of the rival bitch... a classic catball embrace, clits in cunts, nipple fused to nipple, navel sucked into navel, mouths glued shut around the other, in a deep sucking and permanent embrace... still slowly teetering and rolling in their fight corner, with the peeling sound of sticky rounded rotating bodies STILL looking instinctively for the dominant top bitch position ... to fuck the other cunt ever deeper, into the cum hole sea of mussy cunt cum.  

A pair of lucky Male shoes tapped nearer the scene opening the side door of the Cafe to the scent and smell of the dimly lit gyrating and quivering sex art before him, quivering under the big old oak table.
As he peaked under the table,  the aroma of mingling cheap perfume with sweet scents and girly pussy farts, floated about the confines of the little fuck fight room and up his lucky nose...  his eyes and ears sucked up the boner producing catball before him ... hair glued and matted together, ever contorting the image of their conjoined lip sucking, tongue knotted faces, beneath the veil of catfighting fuck-fighting pain and orgasm. Their little patch of cunt hairs, angrily tangled and knotted together into a blonde-brunette colored mat of pussy glue, just below their cemented navel holes, and mashed stuck nipples.

He doubled over and settled down into a chair as a ragging hard on took control of his body ... all the better to see the catfighters with he thought...

As he starred under the table, he could not tell who had won this little contest, as he took what must have been a solid 15 minutes plus, letting his senses inflate his manhood from the shadowy scene being observed before him, as the entwined girls slowly continued to rotate while trying to break apart, exposing from their confined shadowy catfight world, in one sexy cock building instant ...  their locked up still juicing and squirting, mashing, grinding cunt lips, then rolling again to expose their tongue tied face, and nipple fused conjoinment ... round and round slowly in the dim shadowy confines, with floor pealing skin on skin, and skin on floor sounds, muffled sex grunts,  pussy in pussy sloshy wet suction sounds, with the gentle grunt sucks of two cemented girly tongues and mouths

...this catball was NOTHING he had ever even thought of before. The sound of their rolling flesh peeling away from the floor would never leave him... from this time onwards, every time he would peel an orange or unwrap some sticky plastic mess he would get a major hard on ... even the smell of cheap perfume would also now give him a most embarrassing bulge ...  He did not even know how much he enjoyed catfights in general until now.  AND fuck fight Catballs would NOW be his fav,  no doubt.  

As for who won the HOT Contest still evolving before him ... Eris had won, and forced her former tormentor to spill against her will, while gushing forth herself a micro second later. Amelia had lost to a girl she had planned on torturing from this, their first day of work until finally she was driven to quiver and spell forth her own sex fluids. And though there was plenty from this contest to digest for both of them, they each realized, now having purged their fluidic demons upon and into one another's bodies, that there was something far more important to worry about than who would play the dominant role when next they met. For together they sat in a perfect catball tangle of balled and glued naked flesh, puss lips conjoined into puss lips actively and actually fusing their cunt holes into a single dark deep sexual chasm, in a churning sea of liquid cum-destruction - on a battlefield no less in disarray than those of any world war, but with ripped tatters of feline cloth, hair, blood, twisted smells of cheap perfume coffee and sweets ,,, and of course CUNT CUM ... lots of mussy smelling CUM .

They could clean it, MAYBE, if they were separated, but how could they possibly do that? Both conjoined into a single mass ... Both unable to peel even an inch of skin away from the other's body. Worried and afraid how they looked to one another, unsure how to escape the humiliation of being found like this .... a sexual battle ball ... a modern sexual art piece of balled pulsating flesh in an infinite state of repetitive orgasm, slowly twisting and twirling trapped for ever in the corner of some back room...
PERHAPS to be discovered by the morning crew, or the anger of their boss for destroying his Cafe?

How to stop their fight... HOW to separate!? Their eyes asked of one another.
Perhaps they might get carted off in their conjoined form and provide hot sexual catfighting entertainment to some devotees of this sensual art form?  OR stay where they are, a secret backroom show of feline fuck flesh for patrons with extra thick wallets and cocks?

Finally, as the man with the lucky pair of shoes started to auto ejaculate from his swelled manhood!!!

Travis: "Are you two done? Because we have so much work to do." Their savior called. "That was hot by the way. Can I join in next time?"

The end?.... FUCK NO!!!

original Author unknown  rewritten by West
Part 2 of 2
"My turn!" Emily said, and I turned the hose on her. Emily somehow managed to turn her cleanup into something, well, sexy. She rubbed her hands seductively up and down her body, arching her back until her nipples slid free of her ruined lace bra. She struck a few playful poses, stretched and primped as I rinsed the dirt off of her. I stole a glance at Lisa, thinking she would be annoyed by the show that Emily was putting on, but she didn't look angry. Was she... indifferent? Aroused? Damn, my wife was a hard person to read. "Okay, I'm good," Emily eventually said. "Your turn!"

Emily moved to grab the hose from me before Lisa had a chance to. She moved a few feet away and unleashed it on me. It proved to be harder to get me clean because the dirt clung more stubbornly to my hairy body. I rubbed and rubbed at my hairy chest and legs with my hands until I finally felt at least somewhat clean. "I think that's the best I'm gonna do without soap," I shouted to Emily over the sound of the hose.

"Wait," I just want to clean one more thing," Emily said, and she fired it right at my crotch.

The direct hit of the cold water on my already hard cock caused me to yell out. Emily cackled with glee and finally turned the hose off. "Sorry, I couldn't resist," she finally said.

I fought off the urge to throw her back into the mud. "Okay, so I guess now we go shower the rest off?" I asked, looking first at Lisa, then at Emily.

Lisa turned to Emily. "You can use the guest bathroom," Lisa said, "And we'll take the master bathroom." The 'we' kind of hung in the air, and Emily and I shared a glance. "You should have everything you need in the guest bathroom Emily," Lisa said, moving over to me and taking my hand. "If you're done before us, make yourself at home." I shared another surprise glance with Emily as I let Lisa lead me away.

Lisa led me into the house and into the master bathroom. She reached into our spacious shower and turned on the water. Then she attacked me. That was the best word for it. Lisa rarely initiated sex. The best she would usually do was to give me a 'come hither' look at then expect me to do the work. This was different. She pressed me up against the shower door, kissing me and grinding her hips against my erection. "Mmm..." Lisa mumbled, running her hand along my erection through my boxers, "I think I like being dirty."

Part of me was questioning what exactly about the last couple of hours had gotten my wife so hot, but the rest of me was screaming JUST GO WITH IT!!

Lisa was sliding down now, rubbing her breasts down my torso as she went. Her hands reached my boxers and she pulled them over my erection and down my legs. My cock sprung free for the first time. Even though I had jerked off in the middle of the mud fight barely an hour ago I was hard as a rock. "Ooh," Lisa cooed, and sort of nuzzled my cock with the side of her face. She then slowly rose to her feet, brushing her breasts along my body as she went. She reached my lips with hers and kissed me hungrily. I reached down and pushed her ruined panties down her legs. I felt her step out of them. "I want you," she whispered. I felt her reaching for the shower door behind me. I moved aside and she opened the door. I stepped inside, feeling the lukewarm water washing over me, and pulled her inside with me. It was my turn to push Lisa up against the far wall of the shower.

"Mmm..." Lisa moaned as I pressed my erection against her. "Can we... do it... here?" She asked breathlessly in between kisses.

Without a word I grabbed her in a bear hug around the waist and lifted her off the ground. Lisa gasped as I pressed her back against the shower wall with my body. I grunted with the effort. "Wrap your legs around me," I growled.

Lisa threw her arms and legs around me. I was able to free first one hand, then the other to move them below her thighs. With another huge effort I lifted her several more inches, until her crotch was above mine. Then I slowly let her slide down... down... until I could feel her pubic area touch my cock. I heard Lisa gasp. "Put it in me," she moaned.

I continued to maneuver ourselves until I was able to penetrate her with the tip of my cock. I wriggled and ground against her but, darn that geometry, I couldn't get more than a few inches into her. I knew that Lisa liked deep penetration, which was one of the reasons why she preferred missionary position so much. We were both so eager to fuck, however, I don't think it mattered to either of us. "Ohh... yeah," Lisa moaned onto the top of my head. I started thrusting up into her as hard as I could, and Lisa started bucking her hips, trying to drive me further into her.

We were grunting like animals, each of us trying to get as much pleasure out of our bodies as we could. As turned on as we were, it didn't matter that our position wasn't really optimal. I felt my orgasm building, the excitement over everything that had already happened and the hot shower sex I was finally getting from my wife pushing me over the edge. "Ugh," I growled, rising up onto my toes as I came, trying to get even more of my cock into her.

My orgasm triggered Lisa's. "Yes, yes, YES!" She cried, her body shaking, her hips bucking against me. I suddenly couldn't hold her up anymore, and pulled away from the wall, letting Lisa fall against me, holding her up as her orgasm continued to wash over her. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other under the spray of the water. Then Lisa kissed me.

"So that's what you've been bugging me for all this time?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah, more or less," I replied.

Lisa made a sound like she just ate some good soup. "Sorry I waited so long," she said. "I love you," she added.

"I love you too," I said, and we held each other under the water a little longer.

"Okay, let's clean up!" Lisa said.

We washed our hair liberally with shampoo, twice. We scrubbed each other down, paying unnecessary attention to our private parts, even the parts that didn't get dirty. Finally after what must have been half an hour we decided we were clean. We toweled off and dressed in fresh clothes. It was then that I gave my first thought to Emily in quite some time. "We need to find Emily something to wear," I said to Lisa.

"I don't think either of us have anything that will fit her!" Lisa said. We eventually decided on an old t-shirt of mine that was small on me, and a pair of my gym shorts. We found Emily sitting in my recliner, sipping a beer and watching the ballgame. She was wearing a towel around her breasts and waist. She demurely crossed her legs as we entered.

"All clean?" Emily asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yeah," I replied, "It took a while to umm..."

"I'm sure it did," Emily cut me off. "Are those for me?" She asked, gesturing to the clothes in Lisa's arms.

"Yeah," Lisa said, "We probably don't have anything that'll fit you right, but it's the best we could do."

"No problem," Emily said, and hopped out of my recliner to take the clothes. As Emily grabbed the clothes the towel fell off of her, leaving her completely naked.

I heard Lisa gasp. Emily made no effort to hide her nakedness. I stared at her small breasts, seeing them clean for the first time. I glanced involuntarily at her crotch. It looked like she was completely shaved.

"Oops," Emily said as the towel fell. "What?" She added to Lisa's apparent shock. "After before, I don't think any of us have any secrets anymore." She proceeded to put on the shorts and t-shirt. Even a small t-shirt on me was large enough so that Emily looked like she was wearing a mini-skirt. The shorts we gave her were completely hidden. "The game just started," Emily said, "Grab a beer and sit down." Emily plopped back down into the recliner.

I stared at her. She knew that the recliner was MY seat. "You're in my seat, babe," I said.

"Finders, keepers, losers, weepers," Emily taunted. "Fine, if you want it that bad, there's plenty of room here," she said, moving aside and patting the open space.

"Fine," I said, and turned and scrunched into the open space. Emily pressed back against me and we both started wriggling against each other, fighting for every inch of space.

"Children," I heard Lisa mumble. She had settled onto the sofa with her iPad.

"Anyway, I'm starving," Emily said after we had finally settled down. "But I think we missed lunch."

"We can have an early dinner," I offered, and we ended up getting a pizza delivered. I stuffed myself with four slices. Emily and Lisa had the other two each. Emily and I squeezed back into the recliner to watch the rest of the game in a well-fed stupor, occasionally elbowing each other in the ribs. Lisa stayed with us, reading on her iPad, which was unusual for her. Usually she would go into one of the spare bedrooms. I wondered why she stayed with us. Was it because she wanted to be with us, or because she was afraid to leave us alone now?

The Cards game meandered on like only a Saturday afternoon baseball game could, a back and forth affair full of pitching changes that ended up lasting over four hours and going 11 innings. The Cards finally won it 9-7 on a walk off home run by Yadier Molina. Emily and I jumped out of the recliner, jumping up and down and high-fiving each other.

It was well after 7pm now, and thoughts of my night of 'anything' with Lisa returned. I glanced at her when we were done celebrating. She hadn't even bothered to look up from her iPad. I looked at Emily. Was she going to say she was going home now to leave us alone?

"Hey, we should all play a game or something," Emily said.

"Like what?" I asked. I didn't think she would want to play one of the board games I had in the attic, and Lisa didn't play video games. She did say all of us, right?

"I don't know..." Emily said, "Hey, let's play truth or dare!"

I laughed at the suggestion, but behind me I heard Lisa say, "Okay." I turned to look at Lisa. She was staring at Emily.

"Great," Emily said. "Who wants to start?"

The first few rounds of the game were boring, tame questions and dares to feel each other out. After the events of the day I sensed that Emily had an ulterior motive. Lisa must have sensed it too. I found myself wondering why she agreed to the game at all. This was way out of character for her.

The sun set outside and we didn't bother to turn any lights on in the house. The only light came from the television, which we turned to one of the Music Choice rock stations on channel one thousand something. I sat next to Lisa on the sofa, leaving Emily alone in the recliner.

Emily, of course, was the one who took our game to another level. "Lisa," she said, "Truth or dare."

"Dare," Lisa said.

"I dare you to..." Emily paused, "Show me your blow job technique."

Everything I knew about my wife before today told me she was about to storm out of the room and tell me Emily was never allowed back in the house again. Instead she said, "On what?"

"On this beer bottle here," Emily said, holding up one of the empty beer bottles. Lisa stood up and walked over to Emily. She took the beer bottle from Emily. I saw her take off her glasses and place them on the end table (luckily she wasn't wearing them during the mud fight before) and put her mouth on the beer bottle, bobbing up and down. It couldn't have been all that pleasant for Lisa. She didn't drink and hated the taste of beer. Still, she did her best. I got a blow job from Lisa once a year, if I was lucky. After about fifteen seconds she pulled the bottle out of her mouth with a popping sound.

"Good?" Lisa asked.

"Great," Emily said, "Joe's a lucky man."

"He knows," Lisa said. "Okay Emily, truth or dare."

"Truth," Emily replied.

"Have you ever kissed a woman?" Lisa asked.

"Yes," Emily replied flatly.

"How many?" Lisa asked.

"Nuh uh, only one truth at a time," Emily scolded.

"Fine," Lisa said, "Your turn."

"Joe," Emily said, "Truth or dare."

"Wait," I said, trying to keep up with everything. "You kissed a woman?"

"Oh, come on Joe," Emily said, "When I was out there 'sowing my wild oats' as you like to put it, I did a lot of things. Truth or dare," she asked again.

"Dare," I said.

"I dare you to whip it out," Emily said.

"What?" I asked.

"Your dick," Emily said. "Let's see it. Your boxers before didn't hide much, but I want to see the whole thing."

I looked over at Lisa, waiting for her to protest. I saw her nod to me ever so slightly in the dim lighting. Lisa was the uptight one. How far would she let things go? Finally, I shrugged, stood up, and started pulling down my shorts. The sexual turn our game was taking had caused me to start to get hard. I was at half mast when my cock sprang free, bobbing in the air. Emily burst into applause.

"How did I go fifteen years without ever seeing that thing?" Emily asked.

"You never asked," I said flippantly as I pulled my pants back up and sat back down, and instantly regretted it. It was a joke, but I didn't know how Lisa would take it. "Okay Lisa," I said quickly, trying to move past that remark, "Truth or dare."

"Truth," Lisa said.

I wasn't sure how far I was supposed to push things, so I decided to ask Lisa a question I thought I knew the answer to, and would be a definite no. "Lisa, have you ever been with a woman?" I asked.

I heard Lisa take a deep breath. "Yes," she said.

"What?" I shouted. I was shocked. "Who? When?"

"Nuh uh," Lisa said, "You only get to ask one question."

Emily chimed in, "As organizer of this game I'll allow it," she said. "We want details."

Lisa was silent. I was peering at her in the darkness. My wife had had a lesbian experience and kept it from me all these years? She was still standing by Emily where she had given her mock blow job, but now she turned and moved to sit beside me on the sofa. "Joe, I told you I had been with two people before we met," Lisa said, and I heard her take another deep breath, "What I didn't tell you was that they were both women."

I felt my whole world turn upside down. Was my wife a lesbian? "So," I asked stupidly, "I'm the only man you've ever been with?"

"Yes," Lisa said, "I guess you could call me bi-sexual. I was attracted to women, and I thought I was a lesbian, but then I met you, and we hit it off, and well, despite my sexuality I wanted to have a normal life. So I passed myself off as completely straight. I love you, Joe, I really do. I don't want you to think that I'm the slightest bit unhappy with you."

"But you are, aren't you?" It was Emily speaking. "You miss being with women, don't you? Truth or dare," Emily added belatedly.

"It's true," Lisa said, and I only just realized she was crying, "I've been in denial of that side of me. I'm sorry Joe. I don't know what to say. I don't want to lose you."

I didn't know what to say to Lisa. Instead I was thinking about Emily, some of the things she had said earlier. I whirled to face her. "You knew about this, somehow," I said to Emily. "Didn't you?"

"Yes," Emily said, "I could tell by the way she looked at me. Your wife has the hots for me," Emily giggled.

"How did I never know this?" I wondered aloud.

"Because you're a big dumb male," Emily snapped. "You were always like that. You couldn't see what was right in front of your face."

"Truth or dare yourself," I heard Lisa say; "You want Joe, don't you?"

"Yes," I heard Emily say. I felt my jaw go slack. "Oh, don't look so stupid," Emily said. "I've always been attracted to you. But you wanted this," she said, gesturing at my dark house, "A wife, a steady job, a house. I wanted to go out there and experience life! I thought that I'd go crazy during college and you would still be there waiting for me, but you met Lisa instead. I thought fine, I could meet another average Joe like you. I searched for years, guy after stupid guy. I give up Joe," Emily said, "There isn't another man like you."
We were all silent for a while, sitting there in my dark house, each lost in their own thoughts. I was trying to process everything I'd heard in just the last few minutes. My wife was into women. My best friend had been attracted to me all these years. I heard Lisa sniffle. I wasn't sure if I should go comfort her. I wasn't sure I wanted to. I felt a rush of anger, and couldn't hold back. "I can't believe you hid that from me all these years," I snapped. In hindsight I could've been talking to either of them, but I meant Lisa.

"Just like you try to hide your porn?" Lisa snapped back. I froze. She knew? "Yeah," she continued. "I've known about it for years, how you sneak out of bed in the morning and go look at those disgusting websites and jerk off. You're not exactly Jason Bourne, you know." Lisa sniffled again. "I figured, I have my secrets. I'd leave you to yours."

"Well, you never even wanted to try anything I wanted to do!" It was all I could do not to shout. "You never had a crazy bone in your body, until Emily got you going today."

"Guys, guys!" Emily was trying to shout me down. "I have a proposition."

"What?" Lisa and I said in unison.

"Well," Emily said, "Lisa wants me. Right, Lisa?"

Lisa was silent for several seconds. "Yes," she finally said.

"And Joe wants you," Emily continued, "And I want Joe, and Joe wants me," Emily added quickly. "So my proposition is," Emily paused, maybe thinking of exactly the right way to say what she was trying to say, "We share each other."

I was staring at Emily in the dim lighting. She locked eyes with me, her amber colored eyes, her cute freckled face. I used to dream about what it would be like to be with her. I'd given up on it years ago. Was it actually about to happen? We both turned to Lisa, knowing that in the end this was going to be her decision. I heard her breathing heavily. She was more hidden in shadows. Was she still crying? A full minute ticked by, the only sound coming from the music playing softly on the television. The tension was starting to drive me crazy. What Lisa said next would probably change the course of all of our lives. Our marriage, my friendship with Emily, one way or the other, would never be the same.

When Lisa finally spoke, cutting the near silence, Emily and I both jumped. "If we do this," Lisa said, "What are the ground rules?"

"Ground rules?" Emily asked.

"Yeah," Lisa said. She paused. "Who can do what to who, and when?" She asked.

I felt a rush of excitement. She was actually considering this!

"Well, nobody has to do anything they're not comfortable with," Emily said.

"So, we could be together whenever we want," Lisa said, "And you two can be together whenever you want..."

"And we can be together whenever we want," I interjected, "If you still want to be with me..."

"Of course I still want you," Lisa snapped, "I love you you idiot."

"I love you too," I replied, then felt silly. Nobody asked.

"And we can all be together whenever we want," Emily added. Yeah, that's where I was about to try to go with this, I thought to myself, all three of us together! I could feel myself growing hard at the mere thought of it.

Would Lisa go along with that? I was encouraged by the fact that she didn't shoot Emily down. Instead, she had another question. "Emily, are you, you know, clean?" She asked.

"Yes," Emily said, "And I'm sure," she added. "I haven't been with anyone in two years, and I've been tested since then."

"Two years?" I asked, startled. "But you've been talking about this guy and that guy..."

"Oh, I've been dating," Emily said, "I just haven't slept with anybody."

"Oh," I said, and we all fell silent again, looking back and forth at each other.

"Anyway, I think it was my turn," Lisa finally said. "Emily, truth or dare."

"Dare," Emily said.

"I dare you to kiss me," Lisa said.

Emily and I locked eyes. We traded a huge smile. Emily stood up from the recliner, moving silently through the nearly dark room. I felt her place a hand on my knee as she passed me. She sat down on the sofa between Lisa and me, and moved toward Lisa. I watched their faces come together, and their lips meet. They were kissing slowly, tenderly. My mind was completely blown. I was watching my wife and my best friend make out on the sofa beside me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my rock hard penis trying to crowd its way out of my shorts. I started to wonder what I was supposed to do. Do I sit and watch? Do I join in? They were so hot together, I decided I could just sit and watch them all night, and be happy.

Eventually Lisa broke the kiss. "I missed kissing a woman," she mumbled, "So soft."

"Yeah," Emily mumbled back, "And no stubble burn." They both laughed and started kissing again. I could make out Emily's hands moving to Lisa's chest. "Your tits are so big and firm," Emily breathed into Lisa's mouth. "I'm jealous."

"I like your little boobs," Lisa replied, and I could see her hand on Emily's chest as well. "A perfect handful." They continued to kiss and feel each other up, their kissing starting to become more intense as they started to turn each other on.

Suddenly Emily broke the kiss. "I don't want Joe to feel left out," she said.

"Go ahead," Lisa said, and Emily turned to face me. "Hey buddy," Emily said, "Ever think we'd get to do this?" She asked, and then she kissed me. I responded quickly, and pulled her against me. Where Lisa was usually slow and methodical when it came to love, Emily was a live wire. Where Emily was content to kiss Lisa slowly and tenderly, she came at me full of energy and passion. We made out like our lives depended on it, half a lifetime of pent up desire being released. I pulled Emily to me until she ended up sitting on me, and she shifted so that she was straddling me, leaning down to kiss me. I felt her crotch press up against mine. "Hey big fella," Emily whispered into my mouth, and we both dissolved into a fit of giggles. Emily slid off of me and beside me on the sofa, and we just sat there, laughing uncontrollably.

"You guys are so hot together," Lisa said, and I was surprised to hear her say it. I saw her moving out of the corner of my eye, and then she was climbing into my lap, straddling me like Emily was. She leaned down and kissed me. I grabbed her face with my hands and kissed her roughly.

"Kissing a man is pretty good too, huh?" Emily said beside us.

"Yeah," Lisa mumbled, "I can deal with the stubble burn." She kissed me again.

I sensed movement beside us, and realized that Emily was pulling at Lisa's t-shirt. Lisa moved so that Emily could pull it up and over her head. Lisa grabbed at Emily's shirt and pulled it up and over her head. I reached behind Lisa and was undoing her bra. It came free and I tossed it aside. Emily wasted no time, leaning over and kissing Lisa's closest breast.

"Mmm..." Lisa mumbled as Emily sucked her nipple into her mouth. Lisa kissed me again, and then turned toward Emily, pushing her backward onto the sofa. Lisa climbed on top of Emily and kissed her on the lips, quickly working her way down her neck and to her breasts. Emily gasped as Lisa kissed and sucked at her small breasts. Emily pulled Lisa up to kiss her lips again, and Lisa started rubbing her breasts against Emily's, nipple on nipple. I heard them both start to breathe heavily, their arousal growing.

"The sofa's too small," I heard Lisa mumble, "Let's move to the bedroom." Lisa gave Emily one more deep kiss before she climbed off of her. Lisa grabbed Emily's hand and pulled her to her feet, and started leading her to the bedroom. They passed me, bouncing and giggling, their breasts jiggling.

"Come on, Joe!" I heard Emily say, and she reached back and grabbed me, pulling me along behind them. We went through the dark house and to the master bedroom like this, Lisa leading Emily, Emily leading me. When we reached the bedroom Emily flipped on the light. "I want to be able to see," she said. Nobody protested. Emily turned and kissed me again, reaching to pull my shirt up and over my head. Once my shirt was off Lisa kissed me. Then Lisa kissed Emily. They started to move toward the bed.

"So," Lisa said between kisses, "What do you like to do with a woman?"

"Everything," Emily mumbled, "I love women's bodies. I could suck on your tits all night."

"Mmm..." Lisa cooed, "That sounds nice." Lisa fell back and spread out on our queen size bed. Emily climbed on top of her and attacked her C cup breasts. I stood and watched as Emily lavished attention on my wife's breasts. I heard Lisa moan and gasp as Emily hit the right spots.

After a minute Emily waved me over. "She has two boobs, you know," she said.

I climbed up onto the bed and to the other side of Lisa. I started kissing and sucking on Lisa's breast. "Ohh... this is so... awesome," Lisa gasped. Emily and I started laughing at her choice of words. "Okay, switch," Lisa said as she sat up and maneuvered Emily down in between us. Lisa and I both attacked a breast. I took Emily's small breast into my mouth, kissing and sucking at her perfect tiny nipple.

"Ahh," Emily gasped, and arched her back, trying to push her breasts into our mouths. I responded by sucking hard on her breast, taking nearly all of the breast flesh into my mouth. Emily gasped again. "Ohh Joe," she mumbled, "That feels so good. Suck it... suck my tits."

I started to slide my hand down Emily's stomach as she moaned and writhed at our two-breast assault. I reached the waistband of Emily's shorts and was surprised when I bumped into Lisa's hand. We both lifted our heads up to look at each other. "I saw when her towel fell off before that she was completely shaved," Lisa said. "I wanted to see what it felt like." I felt Lisa take my hand and pull it down. "Here, feel." I let Lisa's hand guide me to Emily's hairless pussy. I slid my fingers straight down over her engorged clitoris and the folds of her pussy. Emily was copiously wet. I slid my fingers back up along her pussy and clitoris, spreading her wetness.

"Mmmm..." Emily moaned, "Touch me Joe, rub my clit."

I glanced at Lisa and she nodded. I started slowly rubbing my fingers along Emily's clit, occasionally sliding them along her pussy lips to gather more wetness. Lisa had moved so that Emily could kiss and suckle at her breasts. I leaned down and continued to kiss and suck on Emily's breasts as I fingered her. Emily had started moving her hips in unison with my rubbing.

"This is so hot," Emily moaned, "I feel like I'm on fire!" She giggled a little, realizing how cliché that sounded. Then she gasped. "This feels so good," she moaned again. "Mmm..." she mumbled as she took one of Lisa's breasts into her mouth.

Sensing Emily was getting close to orgasm; I concentrated on her clitoris and began rubbing it faster. "OHH!" Emily cried, bucking her hips. "Oh my God, rub it! Rub it harder! Rub it! I'm gonna cum! Oh my God! Oh!" Emily went wild, bucking her hips so hard I could barely keep my hand on her clit. Ten, fifteen seconds went by. Finally Emily grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away. "Oh my God," Emily mumbled, her breath still coming in gasps. "That was amazing. When the room stops spinning you're getting such a BJ for that!"

I realized that Lisa was eyeing me curiously. "What did you do to her?" She asked.

I shrugged. "I did what you like," I said, "Rubbed my fingers along her clit and pussy."

"Yeah, you do that good," Lisa said, and she leaned over and kissed me.

"Okay, I'm ready now," Emily announced, and she sat up beside us and started pulling at my shorts. I fell backwards onto the bed as Emily pulled them over my erection and down my legs. Emily grabbed my dick with her hand and started stroking it. "You have such a nice cock, Joe,"

"Thanks," I mumbled, "I grow it myself."

We both started giggling again. I noticed that Emily was shifting, and I looked to see Lisa pulling her shorts off. Lisa saw me looking at her. "It's been so long since I tasted pussy," Lisa said, surprising me with her vulgarity. Our bed wasn't large enough for Lisa to lie down below Emily, so Lisa had to content herself with kissing at Emily's pussy, kneeling beside the bed while Emily knelt beside me. I heard Emily gasp as Lisa's lips touched her pussy. Then Emily lowered her face onto my cock.

I grunted and bucked my hips. The only thing that saved me right then was the fact that I had already had two orgasms that day, or else I probably would've blown my load the second Emily's lips wrapped around my cock. She was a champion cocksucker, too. She took me deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. She started to bob up and down. After barely a minute I could sense my orgasm building.

Emily must have sensed it too. She pulled away from me. "Not so fast," she said, wiping at her mouth. "I want you to fuck your wife. I want you to cum inside her."

I saw Lisa stand up from where she was kneeling behind Emily. Her face was glistening from Emily's juices. Lisa pulled down her shorts and underwear. Emily moved aside and Lisa plopped down in the middle of the bed. I quickly climbed on top of her. Lisa raised her knees into the air, and I lined myself up with her pussy and thrust all the way into her. I held my cock inside her tight pussy, the head of my cock pressing against her cervix. "Ready?" I asked. Lisa nodded. I started thrusting in and out of her slowly, pulling myself almost all the way out and then all the way in, grinding my hips against her to push myself as far into her as I could go. This really got Lisa going, and I felt her start to buck her hips each time I thrust into her.

"Mmm..." Lisa moaned after a deep thrust. I saw her glance at Emily. "I want your pussy in my mouth when I cum," she said.

My hips jerked involuntarily, startled again by my wife's vulgarity. I looked at Emily. She was kneeling beside us, a hand idly rubbing a breast. She smiled and put a hand on my hand and mussed my hair. She maneuvered herself until she was sitting on my wife's face, facing me. I watched Emily's crotch settle onto Lisa's face, and Lisa's tongue dart out and begin licking. Emily gasped.

Lisa's hips were shaking now, her orgasm approaching. "Mmm..." I heard her moan, her typical vocalizations muffled by Emily's pussy. She started bucking her hips wildly, and I thrust in and out of her as she came. I felt a flood of wetness. Lisa was a squirter. Sometimes there would be a big puddle on the sheets.

Lisa was so lubricated now her usually tight pussy was easy to slide in and out of. I started fucking her harder, thrusting in and out of her. Within a minute Lisa had another orgasm, bucking her hips against me.

I could feel myself getting close. With a grunt I picked up my pace and then pulled out of her, shooting cum onto Lisa's belly. One, two, three spurts of milky white cum came out. I was shocked I could still cum like that on my third orgasm of the day. I fell back onto my haunches, spent.

My focus had been on pleasing Lisa and my own orgasm, but I became aware of Emily as she continued to ride Lisa's face. She was moaning. "Oh my God, this is so hot," she mumbled. "Lick it, lick my pussy. Suck my clit. Stick your tongue in there. Oh my God. OH!!" She suddenly screamed as her orgasm hit her. Emily suddenly toppled over and away from Lisa, landing beside her on the bed. She lay there, chest heaving. She was laughing. "Wow," she chuckled. "That was amazing."

Lisa was gasping for air, trying to catch her breath too. "You taste good," Lisa said. She looked down and saw the pool of cum on her belly. "Oh," she said. "I wondered where that went. I should go clean up." Lisa climbed out of bed, gingerly walking toward the bathroom, trying to keep my cum from dripping off of her onto the floor.

As soon as she was out of sight Emily rose to her knees and over to me. She started kissing me. Then she paused. "Why is my knee wet?" Emily asked.

"You're kneeling in the wet spot," I said.

Emily moved aside to see the palm-sized wet spot Lisa left. "Oh my God!" Emily said, laughing. "That's some wet spot! I'm jealous! Your cock must be amazing."

"I can make her squirt with my fingers too," I said to her, "Maybe even more so."

"Well, I already know what your fingers can do," Emily said, and she reached down to touch my cock. Even after three orgasms it was still hard. Score one for virility. "I want to know what this can do," Emily said.

"Go ahead," I heard Lisa say. She was standing in the doorway, watching us. "Fuck her Joe."

Emily and I turned to look at Lisa, then at each other. "What do you say, Joe?" Emily asked.

"Sure, why not?" I said. I tried to make it sound like I didn't care. It wasn't like I waited half a lifetime to make love to Emily, or anything.

"I know how much you hate boring old missionary sex," Emily said, and she turned her body around. "Take me doggie style." She sensed me hesitate. "By the way, I'm on the pill," she added.

With another glance at Lisa, still watching from the doorway, I moved forward and aimed my cock at Emily's pussy from behind. I slid into her easily. She was very wet. I grabbed my hips and started thrusting in and out of her slowly.

Emily pushed herself back against me, hard. "Come on Joe, do you think I'm a virgin?" She asked. "Fuck the shit out of me!"

"Sorry, Lisa likes it slow," I muttered. I started to thrust against her as hard as I could, my thrusts knocking Emily forward.

"Okay, easy stud!" Emily said after a particularly hard thrust threatened to knock Emily over. "I said fuck me, not jackhammer me into the wall."

We both laughed, and I eased up, settling into a rhythm. I listened to the sound of our bodies slapping together, the little squelching sounds that Emily's pussy made as I thrust in and out of her. Emily had taken a hand and was rubbing at her clit. "Come here," I heard her say to Lisa. Lisa climbed onto the bed. "Lie down," Emily said. Lisa seemed unsure of what Emily wanted to do. "Like this," Emily said, gesturing with the hand that was on her clit. "I want to suck your tits." Lisa lay down on the bed across from Lisa, her breasts below Emily's head. Emily leaned down and began to suck at Lisa's breasts.

We stayed like that for several more minutes. I probably could've fucked Emily all night. I had cum so many times already I didn't know if I had another orgasm left. Emily seemed to be enjoying herself. Occasionally I would hear her moan or gasp as I thrusted into her.

"Joe, my arms are getting tired," Emily eventually said. I pulled back and out of her. Emily fell flat onto the bed, and then rolled over. I let myself fall on top of Emily and lined myself up with her. I slid back into her and continued fucking her. Emily moaned and wrapped her legs around me.

"I know you hate boring old missionary sex," Emily said, "But the way your cock feels in my pussy like this..." Emily gasped.

"See," Lisa said from somewhere beside us, "That's what I was trying to tell him."

"You never said anything like that to me," I protested.

"Well, not in so many words," Lisa said, and kind of trailed off.

I pushed myself all the way into Emily, and held myself there. I felt Emily's pussy tighten against my cock, and she began to buck her hips. "Oh my God," Emily gasped. "Fill me up! I feel so full... fuck me... fuck me hard..."

I started thrusting in and out of her like mad. Emily's hips started shaking. "Oh my god... oh my god... OH MY GOD!!" Emily suddenly screamed, and started bucking her hips like crazy. I struggled to keep myself inside her as she thrashed around. "Oh... oh... oh..." Emily panted as her orgasm started to subside. "That may have been the best orgasm I've ever had," she mumbled. She reached up to kiss me. "Thank you Joe."

"Aww shucks, it was nothing," I said.
"You're still hard," Emily said. "You didn't cum?"

"I'm not sure I have one left," I said.

"We'll see about that," Emily said, slapping my butt. "Roll over."

I obediently rolled over onto my back, my cock bouncing in the air. Emily was quickly beside me. She took hold of my shaft with her hand and lowered her mouth to the head. She began to stroke me, and stuck out her tongue, touching only the head. She began to gently lick at the head and sensitive underside of my penis. My hips jerked. "Oh my God, that's amazing," I said.

"I picked up a few things over the years," Emily said. "Come help," Emily said to Lisa. I saw Lisa come into view. "Just do what I'm doing," Emily said, "Lick the tip."

Now I had two sets of tongues trailing along the most sensitive areas of my cock. Two sets of hot breath. Emily was still stroking me, and I felt an orgasm building. It wasn't your typical orgasm. It washed over my whole body. I started bucking my hips. "Oh my God," I mumbled, "I'm cuming." I didn't cum much, but it was one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. When I regained my senses, I noticed that Lisa had pulled away. She wasn't a big fan of cum, but Emily was still there, licking at the cum around my penis and her hand.

"Mmm... salty," Emily said, smacking her lips. I laughed.

We came to a silent understanding that the sex was over, and crowded into the bathroom to clean up. "Well, I'm pretty tired," Lisa said, "So I'm going to bed. Goodnight Emily," she said, and she kissed her. "You can sleep in the guest room, if you like."

"Sure," Emily said. "Goodnight."

Lisa kissed me. "Goodnight," she said. "I love you."

"I love you too," I said. "I'm just going to walk Emily to her room."

"Okay," Lisa said, and she climbed into bed. Knowing my wife, she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Emily and I walked across to the spare bedroom. We were both still naked. As soon as I figured we were far enough away, I rounded on her. "Okay, spill," she said.

"What?" Emily asked.

"What happened before?" I asked her. "What did you say to Lisa to get her all riled up like that?"

"Oh, you mean the fight?" Emily asked. "I just told the truth. Neither of you were happy. If she didn't loosen up and become honest with herself and what she wanted, then she didn't deserve you."

"Why didn't you ever say anything to me?" I asked, and Emily knew I meant the two of us. "All these years..."

"Like I said," Emily spoke over me, "I wasn't ready for the kind of life you wanted. What would I have said ten years ago? Hey Joe, hang out and wait for me to finish fucking my way around the country. Someday I'll want to settle down, I promise. You never would have gone for that, admit it," Emily said. "We're here now." She added with a smile. "So enjoy it."

"About that," I said, and I lowered my voice to a whisper. "How long do you think this can last?" I said. "I mean, the three of us?"

"I don't know," Emily said with a sigh. "Everybody is getting what they want, for now. Lisa gets to be with a woman. I get you. You get to be with both of us." Emily smiled. "Just enjoy the ride."

I grinned. "You're right, as always," I said.

"And don't forget it, buster," she said. She moved toward me to poke me in the chest with her finger. Then she reached up and kissed me. Before we could both get going again she pulled away. "I'd love to," she mumbled, "But you really wore me out. I think I'd better hit the sack. Goodnight, pal," she said over her shoulder as she climbed into the spare bed.

A thought popped into my head. Ferris Bueller's Day Off was one of our favorite movies. Even though we were both like two years old when it came out, we used to watch it over and over again as teenagers. "You knew what you were doing when you woke up this morning, didn't you?" I said to Emily.

Emily turned to face me. Of course she got the reference. She smiled. "Life moves pretty fast," she said, "If you don't stop and look around every once in a while, you could miss it."

"Ferris Bueller, you're my hero," I said, and I left Emily to go sleep with my wife.

The end.
Muddy Tangled CUM Skirts

Part 1 of 2

I woke up that morning thinking that my life was perfect. I was 30 years old, happily married to a beautiful wife, and had a great job and a wonderful home. I had everything I thought I wanted. I had no idea that by the end of the day my life would be turned completely upside down.

Unlike my wife I was an early riser, even on a Saturday morning. I was out of bed at 6:30, camped out in the living room with a bowl of cereal and watching ESPN. The sun was shining and the birds were singing.

Around 9 my wife shuffled in. Even 9am was early for her if she didn't need to get up. At first glance Lisa was everything I was looking for in a woman. She was 5'9" and 140 pounds of curves and womanly flesh. She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat, not by a long shot. She was curvy, shapely, and proportional. She had long brown hair and glasses, which were two things that always caught my eye for some reason. She was intelligent too. We met in college. We ended up living on the same floor of our dorm in our sophomore year, and we were just kind of drawn to each other. We hung out with our dorm mates, then we hung out alone, then we were a couple. Then we were engaged. After we graduated we got married.

The biggest debate of our relationship was where we would live. Lisa was more of a city person and wanted to get an apartment downtown. I had a business degree and was working as a financial advisor, and I was a big advocate of homeownership over renting. Accruing equity, and all that. Besides, it was 2008, the housing market was collapsing, and prices were plummeting. I pushed for a house in the suburbs. Somehow, I won. We found a nice three bedroom ranch on a quiet street at the edge of town. It was brand new. The builder was desperate to unload it, and we got a great deal. Our house was going to be one of a street full of houses, but the builder stopped building due to lack of demand, and six years later ours was still the only house on the street.

The sight of my sexy wife looking disheveled in her nightgown turned me on. I had seen SportCenter all the way through twice already. Would she be up for morning sex? Sometimes she'd come looking for me to invite me back to bed to snuggle and maybe more. Sometimes.

"Joe," Lisa said, "Don't forget you promised to get me topsoil for my garden."

I groaned. Lately Lisa had been talking about starting a garden. At least after six years she was finally taking an interest in the house, I thought to myself. It was just that even though I had a dream of homeownership I didn't really care about what it looked like, especially since we didn't have any neighbors to impress. So who cared about flowers? I mowed the grass every Sunday, and to me that was enough. I was allergic to flowers, anyway. It was probably just going to make me sneeze more. Still, I tried to look on the bright side. The more flowers that Lisa planted meant the less grass that I had to mow. I put on my best happy husband face. "Sure, honey," I said.

"Thanks," Lisa said. She was still half awake. She turned to go back to bed.

"Oh, by the way," I said as she headed back to the bedroom, "Emily is coming over later to watch the game."

I saw Lisa freeze in her tracks. Then she walked stiffly toward the bedroom without another word. You see, Emily is my best friend since middle school. She's basically the exact opposite of Lisa. Emily is a petite 5'4", a spunky tomboy with short blonde hair and a lot of energy. We grew up together but didn't really hit it off until we sat across from each other in Social Studies in eighth grade. I had recently discovered that I had a sense of humor and one day I spent most of the class cracking Emily up. I finally drew the ire of the teacher who singled me out for detention, which made Emily laugh harder than anything. After that day we were inseparable. We would go over to each other's houses to play video games, watch ballgames, and trade baseball cards. Basically anything you'd expect best friends to do.

Why didn't I end up with Emily, you're wondering. I know you are. I used to wonder about it too before I met Lisa. The short answer was that Emily was completely boy crazy. Every week it was a different boy. She'd have a crush on Mike one week. All she would talk about was Mike. Mike Mike Mike. Then she'd get bored and move on to Tony. Tony's so cute. Tony's so funny. Tony Tony Tony. Then she'd lose interest in Tony. And so on. After a couple of years of it I just got completely numb to it all. It was never "Joe's so cute, Joe's so funny," and I grudgingly accepted that we would always be friends. It's not like I didn't get my share of attention in high school. I was tall and lean, 5'11" and 160 pounds, not muscular but sinewy. I found that I cared a lot less about who Emily was interested in when I had a love interest of my own, and that's how it went.

I stayed local and went to a state college, got my degree after four years and started my career. Emily took six years to get a bachelors degree in marketing after flunking out of two colleges, one on the east coast, and one on the west coast. She was more out to experience everything life had to offer than get an education. She finally finished up at the same state school I graduated from, but I had already graduated and married Lisa by the time she enrolled there. I kept expecting Emily to run off to London or Paris and live the bohemian life, but to my surprise she stayed local, and more or less single. I was happy that Emily stayed around, but Emily's constant presence bothered Lisa. I never thought that Lisa would be the jealous type, but it was obvious she didn't like to have Emily around. We had a lot of "discussions" about it. Emily's my friend, I would say, and you're my wife. I love you. You have nothing to worry about. Somehow it never seemed to make Lisa feel better.

I threw on jeans and a t-shirt and went out to Home Depot. I came back with two of those huge bags of topsoil. I dragged them unceremoniously into the garage and left them there, next to the packages of flower seeds that Lisa bought weeks ago. By now Lisa was fully awake; her long brown hair brushed and tied back in a pony tail. She was sitting at the kitchen table eating her healthy woman's whatever cereal, and sipping coffee. She was wearing an old t-shirt and Jean skirt. "Morning, honey," I said as I bent to kiss her cheek. Lisa ignored me, continuing to stare at whatever she was reading on her iPad.

"What time is the game?" Lisa asked with an air of practiced indifference. The real question was "When is Emily coming over?"

"It's at 3 today," I said, "The Cards are on the West Coast..."

Lisa cut me off. She didn't care much for sports. "Do you think you can spread that topsoil on the garden before then?" She asked.

I groaned. "That'll be a lot of work, honey," I said. It was May so it wouldn't be too hot, but I was still dreading it. Who cares about a bunch of stupid flowers anyway?

"Why are you giving me a hard time?" Lisa snapped. "You were the one who wanted a house in the suburbs."

I took a deep breath. She was right, after all. "I know," I said, "I just hate yard work."

Lisa looked off to the side. "He hates yard work yet he talks me into buying a quarter of an acre full of dirt and weeds," she mumbled. Lisa was a big Tolkien fan, and she mumbled to herself a lot. I was half expecting her to start adding 'my precious' to the end of her sentences one of these days. "You know you have to break up the ground underneath too, right?"

"Ugh, Lisa!" I shouted. "Can't we just hire someone to do the work for us?"

Lisa looked off to the side again, and for a moment I thought she was going to start talking to herself again. Instead her expression softened, and she stood up to face me. "If you do this for me," she said in her best seductive voice, "Then later on I'll do anything you want."

I gulped. "Anything?" I asked.

"After watching you toil in the hot sun," Lisa cooed, "Those big arms straining, sweat pouring off your brow. You're going to make me so hot watching you work." Lisa grabbed my face and kissed me, her tongue pushing past my lips. She pressed herself against me, her full C cup breasts crushed against my chest. Then all at once she pulled away. "Once all the work is done, I'll be all yours," Lisa added as she sat back down and went back to her reading.

I stood there, erection raging, breathing heavy, and contemplating trying to drag Lisa back into the bedroom right then. Lisa on the other hand was spooning cereal into her mouth like nothing had happened. I resolved to go get the work done before Emily arrived, and left Lisa alone.

Within ten minutes I had the shovel, the rake, and the hoe all out along with the bags of topsoil and set about breaking up the ground that Lisa had designated would become her garden. It was about a 20 foot by 20 foot plot of land in the middle of the yard. Breaking up the ground wasn't that hard, really. There was a lot of rain that spring so the ground wasn't too difficult to break up. It was still slow going, though, especially for somebody who didn't really know what he was doing. I was pounding at the ground with the shovel, breaking up the dirt and throwing any rocks clear. After about fifteen minutes I realized Lisa's sinister plan must have been that I'd be so exhausted after all the work that I wouldn't be interested in sex anyway.

I don't want you to get the wrong idea. It's not like Lisa and I had a lousy sex life. It was just, well, monotonous. We would have sex two or three times a week, and it was always your typical one and done missionary sex. We would squeeze it in when nobody's favorite show was on or during halftime or right before bed. Lisa seemed very content with our sex life. She may have seemed frigid or prudish to most people, but she was actually a sexual dynamo who never failed to orgasm at least once when we had sex, and usually two or three times. She was obviously quite satisfied but I craved more... experimentation. Different positions. Different rooms of the house. Different scenarios. Anything. If I came onto her in the living room and she was in the mood she'd run to the bedroom. If I tried to initiate shower sex she'd towel off and flop down on the bed. Food? Bondage? Role playing? She shot all of those ideas down cold. Once, in a pique of frustration I offered to ask Emily if she'd like to join us in a threesome. Lisa didn't speak to me for days after that.

I'm somewhat ashamed to say that I turned to the internet to indulge in my perversions. In the mornings when Lisa was still asleep I would sneak off with my laptop and seek out websites that featured my various kinks and jerk off to stories and videos. I think I was able to keep it all secret from Lisa, which made me guilty. We agreed not to keep secrets from each other, and here I was, jerking off to perverse porn while she was sleeping in the next room. Sometimes I felt like I was living a secret life. I wondered if it would all catch up to me someday.

"Hola, Jose!" Shouted a familiar voice, and I turned to see Emily standing on the patio. I ended up doing a double take. She wasn't dressed like a tomboy today. She was wearing a yellow floral print sundress that covered far less of her than I was used to. It was short-sleeved and low cut and only went about halfway down her thigh. Emily was anything but modest, but she never bothered to show off her body, at least around me. A breeze blew across my yard and the dress fluttered up against her, showing every curve of her petite body.

"Hey yourself," I finally replied, pausing to stare at her.

"You got stuck on yard duty today?" Emily asked. "What?" She added when she realized I was staring at her.

"Nothing," I said, "I just wasn't expecting your Sunday best."

"Oh, this old thing?" Emily said in her best southern drawl, and did a pirouette, causing her short blonde hair and the hem of her dress to go flying around her. "This was the only clean outfit left in my closet."

"I figured," I said, "Either that or you had a hot date later."

"No, no hot date," Emily sighed. "So when do you get off work?"

"When I get the garden ready for planting," I said. I paused to look around. I had done... something... to most of the area. I had broken up the dirt and moved away rocks, at least. I pulled my cap off my head and ran my other hand through my sweaty, wavy brown hair.

"I hope you're getting paid well for this," Emily said.

"Well, supposedly..." I said, and let the meaning hang in the air.

Emily was never one to miss innuendo. "Really?" Emily said, and she hopped down off the deck to move closer to me. I idly wondered where Lisa was at the moment. "What is she offering?" Emily said when she was close enough to speak softly. "A BJ?"

"She said 'anything,'" I replied while raising my eyebrows.

"Wow, anything," Emily said, "You really hit the jackpot."

"I know, right?" I said flippantly. Emily and I talked pretty openly about my sex life, and she knew how frustrated I was. Emily wasn't as forthcoming about her sex life, but I was sure with the endless parade of men in her life that it was much more exciting than mine.

"Well, I'd lend you a hand," Emily said, "But luckily I didn't come dressed for manual labor, so instead I'll just go sit over there and watch you work." With that, Emily turned and all but skipped back onto the deck and sat down in one of the patio chairs.

I spent another ten or fifteen minutes chopping away at the dirt with the shovel and the hoe. My arms were aching with the effort and my back was aching from being hunched over. I decided that I was done, and I started to walk back toward the deck, pulling at my sweat-soaked t-shirt as I did.

"Woo-hoo!" Emily shouted. She had been watching me so quietly I almost forgot she was there. "Take it off, baby!"

I stopped in my tracks and looked at Emily. Then I grinned. "You wanna see more of this?" I asked her.

"Take it off, baby!" Emily shouted again.

I started gyrating like I imagined a male stripper would, but probably looked like an ass. I took my cap and flung it aside. I grabbed my sweat-sodden shirt with both hands and slowly pulled it up and over my head, swinging it in the air and flinging it in Emily's direction.

"Yeah, baby!" Emily shouted. "Come here and get your dollar bill." She rummaged through her purse and started waving a bill in the air.

I half-walked and half-danced my way up onto the deck and over to Emily. I probably should have been thinking about where my wife was at that moment, but I was too busy having fun with my best friend.

"Shake it, baby!" Emily said. She was laughing so hard she could barely get the words out. I reached her and playfully grabbed for the dollar bill. Emily pulled it out of my reach. "Not so fast," Emily said, and she surprised me by leaning forward to slide it into the waistband of my jeans, just above my crotch. I felt her hand graze my stomach, and my cock twitched. "Make that dollar shake, baby!" Emily shouted.

Trying to shake off the sensation of Emily touching me, I gyrated as best I could, shaking my hips side to side and back and forth. Emily surprised me again by standing and moving in closer to me. Suddenly the scent of the shampoo in her short blonde hair was right below my nose, and the fabric of her sundress, not to mention her body right beneath it, was pressed up against my bare chest. Suddenly I wasn't having fun with my best friend anymore. I was rubbing up against a woman that I'd had a crush on for half of my life. I felt myself getting hard. Embarrassed, I stepped away from Emily. I glanced at her, and saw something in her expression that I had never seen before. I tried to place it, but before my mind could figure it out I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

Crap. It was Lisa. How long had she been standing there? Lisa was a difficult person to read at the best of times. This wasn't the best of times. She was pissed.

Emily must have known Lisa was there by my reaction. She must have. "Do you need another dollar, stud?" She said, and made a show of turning around to get her purse. "Oh, hi Lisa," she said.

I glared at Emily. She was my best friend and I loved her to death, but she had a big mouth and sometimes she didn't know when to stop. I could see my night of 'anything' with Lisa evaporating before my eyes.

One thing Lisa always struggled with was my sense of humor, even more so when Emily and I were together. Emily and I had sarcastic senses of humor and lots of inside jokes that nobody else would ever understand, not even my wife. She laughed at what she understood and I appreciated it, but there was a lot that was simply beyond her grasp. Needless to say, this wasn't going to be funny to her. What saved me right then, though, was that Lisa was somewhat jealous of the relationship I had with Emily, and knew that in Emily's eyes she was uptight. Lisa always made an effort to pretend that things that Emily said and did didn't bother her. So instead of freaking out Lisa took a deep breath and mumbled, "They strip and dance in the yard like nobody can see them."

"What's up, Gollum?" Emily quipped without missing a beat.

I saw Lisa's eyes narrow. She knew that it wasn't an endearing nickname. I felt a rush of anger towards Emily. Why was she so intent on pushing Lisa's buttons today?

Lisa was unable or unwilling to take the bait, though. She ended up walking past both of us and over to the patch of dirt. "You did a pretty good job breaking up all this dirt, honey," Lisa said. I did a bit of a double take. Lisa never used pet names for me. She was marking her territory. Maybe she knew what she was doing, after all. "Are you going to spread the topsoil now?"

"Umm, sure," I said, reaching down and picking up my shirt where I'd tossed it onto the deck. "Just let me go inside and get a drink first." My shirt was damp enough from sweat to wring out, but I put it back on anyway. Remaining shirtless just then would've been a bad idea. I was sure of it. I slid open the patio door and went inside. Emily followed me. Lisa stayed outside.

I rounded on Emily as soon as I reached the kitchen. "Are you trying to get me killed?" I whispered harshly.

"Settle down, Beavis," Emily said. "I'll set everything right. You'll still get your night of 'anything,' I promise." She winked at me.

"Gee thanks," I said, and I proceeded to drink about a half a gallon of water. Boy was I thirsty. Breaking rocks in the hot sun, and all that.

Emily had been peeking out of the kitchen window towards the yard, I guess to verify that Lisa was still out there and not about to come inside. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked.

"You're going to start asking for permission? At this point in our lives?" I asked.

"Right," Emily said. "What did you ever see in that woman?" She asked in a whisper, pointing emphatically out at the yard.

I was taken aback. Emily could be blunt, but she never questioned my marriage before. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, she's not into sports, she's not into... anything else you are... she's boring in the sack... she's a damned weirdo," Emily said, ticking off the reasons on her fingers, "Was it any different when you met?"

"It's not that bad," I snapped. I felt like a caged animal. Why was Emily doing this right then? "When we met we would have these long conversations. We had a lot of the same views on life. We were physically attracted to each other. Our relationship grew out of mutual respect and affection...," I tailed off. I had run out of gas. How did I end up with Lisa anyway? Eight years later and the best recollection I had was 'it just sort of happened.'

"And now..." Emily said.

"And now..." I mimicked.

"You're miserable," Emily said. "I've known you a long time. You're not happy."

"I am too happy!" It was all I could do not to scream. "It's been a little rough lately. Our marriage is a constant battle for control. It gets frustrating sometimes. At least Lisa is making an effort now to enjoy the house."

"Fine," Emily said, "As long as you say you're happy." She paused, and I thought the conversation was over, but then she added, "I can't stop thinking that if I was around then things would have been different."

I felt myself flush. Where was she going with this? "Different how?" I asked.

"I don't know," Emily said, "If I was around when you two were dating..."

"You would've what?" I said. "Tried to break us up?" I took a leap of intuition. "Is that what you're trying to do now?"

"No!" Emily shouted. I glanced out of the kitchen window. Lisa was still staring thoughtfully at the ground. "I'm not trying to destroy your marriage," Emily said more softly. "You say you're happy and we'll leave it at that. But you do admit that you're frustrated, and I want you to know that it shouldn't be like that. There are ways to alleviate that frustration."

"What?" I asked. "You mean like..." I made a jerking off motion with my hand.

Emily laughed. "Sure, if that makes you feel better," she said.

"Why? What else do you mean?" I asked.

Emily grinned her most mischievous grin. Whatever she was about to say was going to be a doozy. But she never got to say it. "Joe," We both heard Lisa call from outside.

Emily and I locked eyes. Emily shrugged. "Coming, dear," I called, and Emily followed me back out into the yard.

"Oh, there you are," Lisa said, as though she had no idea I'd been in the kitchen. "You missed a big rock over here."

I groaned, then hopped off the patio and over to where Lisa was pointing. There was a decent sized rock sticking out of the ground. "Nobody's perfect," I said with a shrug, and bent down to pick up the rock and heave it out of the way.

"Are you going to put down the fertilizer now?" Lisa said. It was an irritating, nagging way to make an order sound like a question. I took a deep breath and let the annoyance wash over me.

"Yes dear," I replied, and set about opening the bags of fertilizer and spreading it around while Lisa and Emily made themselves comfortable in our lawn chairs. It probably took me another hour to rip the big bags open, spread the fertilizer around the plot of land, and then use the rake to even it all out as best I could. I don't think Lisa and Emily said a word the entire time, to me or each other. I glanced over occasionally, and they were both sunning themselves and watching me work. I thought about some of the things that Emily had said to me. Would things have been different if she had been around when I met Lisa and not a thousand miles away sowing her wild oats? Was there any chance of us ending up together if I was single when she came home? I never liked to second guess my decisions so I abandoned those thoughts. What was Emily up to anyway? Sometimes she just liked to push people's buttons, but I knew her well enough to think that she had something else up her sleeve today. I just couldn't figure out what it was.

I raked the fertilizer, and then I raked the fertilizer... and then I raked the fertilizer again. I was kind of hoping that Lisa would be the one to tell me that I was done, that I had done a good job, and that I could go inside and relax. Finally I got sick of raking. I tossed the rake down and looked over at Lisa. "How does it look honey?" I asked.

"Oh," Lisa said, as though the thought that she would be the one to make that decision never occurred to her. She stood up and walked down to inspect my work. Emily followed her. "It looks... good," Lisa said, and I realized that she had no idea what it was supposed to look like.

"Great job, pal," Emily said, and punched me in the arm.

"Yeah, well, I'm gonna go wash up," I said, and walked back into the house without looking back at either of them. I went to the bathroom to wash up, and went into the kitchen to drink some more water. It was only then that I realized that Emily didn't follow me. Emily always stayed with me. She hated being alone with Lisa. Sometimes she would literally wait outside the bathroom door for me, just so she wouldn't have to be alone with Lisa.

I went over to the patio door and was shocked to see Emily and Lisa practically nose to nose. I flung the door open and rushed outside, straining to hear what they were saying to each other.

"... don't deserve him," I thought I heard Emily say.

"She comes into my house and tells me that I don't deserve my husband," I heard Lisa say.

"Stop talking like that!" Emily shouted. "I'm standing right here!" Emily reached out and shoved Lisa.

Lisa staggered backwards a step. Time seemed to stand still. I had no idea how Lisa would react to the shove. I doubted she was ever in a physical confrontation. She hardly ever even got angry. Then, almost in slow motion, Lisa closed the gap on Emily and shoved her back.

Emily was probably more shocked than anything, but the shove was enough to knock her backwards onto the grass. She stayed on the ground for a few seconds. Then, with a sound that was almost a growl, she suddenly launched herself to her feet and charged Lisa. Emily hit Lisa with both hands up around her shoulders and sent her flying backwards... right into the topsoil.

Lisa fell back into the topsoil with a thud. She lay there spread-eagled, the shock obvious on her face. Emily's momentum had taken her to where she was standing right beside Lisa. Emily was laughing.

"Let's see how you like it!" Lisa shouted and kicked out with her leg, knocking Emily's legs out from under her and onto her butt in the topsoil. At least Lisa was dressed for yard work in a t-shirt and Capri's. Emily was in a dress. It was probably going to be ruined.

"You bitch!" Emily shouted, and started flinging topsoil at Lisa. Lisa sat up and started flinging topsoil back. Emily had the better arm and aim than Lisa, but they were just a few feet away from each other, so Lisa was able to hit Emily with most of her throws. Soon they were both covered with the dark dirt.

Emily eventually got tired of just flinging dirt at Lisa and scooped up a double handful of topsoil, intent on dumping it all on Lisa. Lisa was ready for her and when Emily unbalanced herself reaching forward she pushed Emily over, topsoil flying everywhere. Lisa then reached for her own double handful of topsoil, but before she could dump it on Emily's prone form Emily reached up and grabbed her hands. Emily was able to get the topsoil to fall out of Lisa's hands, but she didn't let go. Suddenly the two women were holding each other's arms, grappling, each one trying to gain the upper hand.

I have to stop this, I thought to myself. No, I really did think that. The thought came and went but I remained frozen in place. My wife and my best friend were fighting, rolling around in the dirt. Part of me was terrified that by the end of the day my marriage or my friendship, or maybe both, would be over. But the rest of me was so turned on by what was unfolding that my jeans could barely hold my erection.

Emily had managed to overpower Lisa and push her onto her back. Emily was straddling Lisa, but before she could completely gain the upper hand Lisa was able to push her over. Now Emily was on her back and Lisa was trying to climb on top of her. Clumps of the dark topsoil was clinging to both of them now, streaks of it covered their bare arms and legs and smeared their clothes.

I thought again that I needed to put a stop to it. This time I was able to form a plan and put it into action. I have no idea why my plan wasn't just 'go in there and pull them apart,' but instead I went and grabbed the garden hose. I thought turning the hose on them would snap them out of whatever had gotten into them. I lifted up the hose, aimed, and fired a stream of water right at them. It didn't stop the fight, but it did do two things. It soaked their clothes so that Lisa's t-shirt and Emily's dress both became see-through, and it turned the topsoil all around them into mud.

Emily and Lisa ignored my attempts to stop them with the hose, and the fact that they were both now soaked. They continued to struggle against each other, trying to gain the upper hand. I could see the outline of Lisa's bra through her t-shirt, and her nipples poking out. Emily's bra was clearly visible through her now transparent dress, and her nipples were also visible. The hose would wash the dirt off of their bodies and clothes, and then they would roll around and get covered again. The muddier the ground got, the more dirt that would cling to their wet skin and clothes.

Emily was finally able to roll on top of Lisa and straddle her. She was trying to pin Lisa's arms to the ground. Lisa was flailing wildly, trying to avoid being pinned. Suddenly Lisa's hand grabbed hold of Emily's soaked dress and she used it to fling Emily off of her, only as Emily got flung aside the dress stayed in Lisa's hand and tore right down the back! Emily was now on her side in the mud, staring at how her one sleeve was still in Lisa's hand and halfway down her arm. Then, with a scream she threw herself at Lisa. Things had just gotten worse.

I finally turned off the hose, realizing that it wasn't having the desired effect. A flash of Emily's mud-streaked bare back made me think about privacy. Like I said we were the only house on the block. Better still the builder had put up a six foot high white picket fence all around our property in anticipation of neighbors that never came. I was definitely the only person who could see what was happening.

It's hard to explain now my feelings at that moment. Sure, my wife and my best friend were fighting, but they weren't hurting each other. They were rolling around in the mud. It was at the same time the most terrifying, and the most erotic thing I had ever seen. At moments I wanted to stop it, and at moments I wanted to whip out my cock and start beating off like mad. I did neither. I remained frozen with indecision.

Down in our impromptu mud pit the objective had gone from domination to humiliation after Lisa tore Emily's dress. The rush of rage that Emily was riding gave her the extra strength to pin and straddle Lisa again. "Let's see how you like it!" Emily screamed as she pulled at the neckline of Lisa's t-shirt. I heard a ripping sound as Lisa's t-shirt was torn down the middle, exposing her bra and her ample cleavage. Not satisfied with just tearing her clothes, Emily started grabbing handfuls of muddy soil and smearing it on Lisa's exposed torso. Emily found herself being constricted by her dress since the sleeves were sliding down her arms. To my shock she let the sleeves fall down her arms and the whole front of the dress fall away, leaving her clad in just a lacy white bra from the waist up. She tried to push the front half of her dress out of her way and kept trying to smear mud all over my wife.

Lisa was flailing and trying desperately to get Emily off of her. She was eventually able to grab hold of the front half of the dress and use it to fling Emily off of her. Emily went sliding a few feet away in the mud, the dress taking the worst of it. What I got was a great view of Emily's panties under her dress as she went flying. Emily skidded to a halt and she quickly pushed herself up onto her knees. She looked down at the remains of her dress, torn and tattered and streaked with mud. "You're gonna pay for this!" Emily shouted.

Lisa sat up, and pulled her ruined t-shirt off of her. What was still visible of her white cotton bra had turned gray. The rest of her front was covered in mud. "You're gonna pay for this," Lisa said as she held her ruined muddy t-shirt in front of her.

Emily made a move, but apparently found herself constricted again by the remnants of her dress. She shocked me again by grabbing it at her waistline and flopping onto her back, pulling the wet and torn fabric down her legs and off of her completely. Emily was now just in her underwear. "Take this!" Emily shouted and flung the dress at Lisa.

"Take this!" Lisa replied and flung her t-shirt at Emily.

"Are you copying me?" Emily shouted. "What are you, five?" She was on her haunches in the mud, in her underwear. She took a handful of the mud and flung it at Lisa. Lisa flung mud right back at Emily.

Emily started knee-walking, closing the gap between her and Lisa. Emily's goal was obvious to everyone, and Lisa reached out and grabbed Emily's shoulders before she got too close to her  skirt. Emily grabbed back at Lisa, but now that the ground below them was all muddy it only took a second for one of them to slip and both of them to topple over. They rolled back and forth in the muddy topsoil, trying to gain the upper hand again. They were both soon completely covered in a layer of the muddy dirt. After a minute it got difficult to tell them apart, until I saw that Emily had grabbed hold of Lisa's  skirt and started pulling them down her legs. Lisa was trying to stop her but once Emily got them past Lisa's knees there was little she could do but let Emily pull them down. Emily couldn't pull them off of Lisa's legs because her sneakers were in the way, so she yanked Lisa's sneakers off and flung them away, finally pulling her skirt off and tossing it away as well. Lisa was now dressed only in her mud-soaked bra and white cotton panties.

Lisa struggled back into a sitting position and faced Emily. They were both covered in mud and stripped to their underwear. I could see their chests heaving. They were both trying to catch their breath. I thought that maybe we had finally reached the end of this madness. I took a step forward and held out my arms, ready to play peacemaker.

Instead Lisa grabbed a handful of mud and flung it at Emily. Emily reciprocated, and the battle started anew. Now that both women were half-naked, the scene was even sexier. They closed the gap as though by mutual understanding and grabbed each other, flinging themselves down into the mud and rolling back and forth. What was left of their clothing, Emily's lacy white bra and panties set, and Lisa's white cotton underwear had turned gray from the mud. Lisa still had socks on and they also quickly turned gray from the mud. Emily had been wearing sandals but they were gone. They must have fallen off at some point. They continued to struggle. Was it for supremacy, domination? Were they fighting over me? I thought for the hundredth time that I needed to put a stop to it.

As they rolled back and forth I got a glimpse of naked breast. Lisa's sodden bra was no longer able to contain her breasts. The cups were sliding down, and Lisa's breasts were coming into view. Emily seemed to notice it before Lisa, and made a point of grabbing at the cups of her bra and yanking them down. Lisa's cotton bra wasn't made for this kind of abuse. It snapped somewhere, and fell away. My wife was now topless.

I simply couldn't stand it anymore. Knowing that nobody could see me and I was being ignored by the two combatants, I reached into my pants and grabbed my erection. I was surprised to find a dollar bill in my underwear. I had forgotten all about the little strip tease that probably started the whole thing barely an hour ago. I tossed it away. I was so turned on it only took me a few strokes to shoot my load all over my hand inside my jeans. Embarrassed and uncomfortable with the cum inside my jeans, I turned my attention back to the battle.

Lisa, my wife, the prude, who I couldn't get to consent to anything but missionary sex inside the bedroom, was now topless and covered in mud. She made no effort to cover herself. Her entire being was focused on Emily's bra. Emily's lace bra was made of sturdier stuff, though. Lisa had climbed on top of Emily and was pulling at it with all her strength. Emily's bra, however, refused to rip, and was clearly cutting into Emily's skin. Emily was crying out in pain. It was the first indication that either of them was in any kind of pain, and it finally pressed me into action. I rushed over and reached for my muddy wife, barely able to keep my balance. I was able to pull her up and away from Emily.

"Let me at her," Lisa snarled at me, and tried to break free from my grip. She was quite a sight. Her long brown hair was matted down with mud. Her bare chest was heaving. Her body was covered in the dark mud, her gray panties had come askew, and a hint of her pubic hair was visible. "I was winning."

"Like hell you were," Emily snapped as she struggled to her feet. If anything, she was an even bigger mess. Her short blonde hair was brown with dirt. She was trying to adjust her bra back into place, her small breasts visible as she tried to pull the cups back over them. She was liberally covered in mud, her lace thong panties also askew. She turned herself to inspect her own behind and succeeded in giving me a view of her ass only obscured by the dirty lace wedged into her crack. She caught my eye and noticed I was staring. She gave me a wink.

Lisa noticed. "You're not going to steal my man you whore!" She shouted, and tried to break free again.

"Who's trying to steal him?" Emily asked. "If you're so worried about it maybe you should try harder to keep him."

"What does that mean?" Lisa asked.

"Stop it!" I screamed. I mean, I bellowed it. It was probably the loudest I'd ever spoken in my entire life. I succeeded in getting them to stop yelling at each other and look at me. "Nobody is stealing anyway, and nobody needs to try harder. Look at yourselves!" I said, gesturing to their muddy bodies, "You need to clean up."

My screaming seemed to finally take the fight out of them. Lisa and Emily looked down at themselves and then each other. Emily burst out laughing. To my shock Lisa joined her. "Oh my God, I'm a fucking mess!" Emily said.

"So am I!" Lisa said.

I could hardly keep up with the two of them. They were trying to kill each other, and now they were laughing hysterically. I started to chuckle too, standing in my yard with my nearly naked, mud-covered wife and best friend. Yeah, this was pretty funny.

Something else was passing between the two of them. Emily gave a little jerk of her head. Lisa nodded. The next thing I knew Lisa had grabbed hold of me and was trying to drag me down. I was startled but I was able to hold my footing, and Lisa ended up being the one to fall onto her butt. She didn't let go of my arm though, causing me to lose my balance. Emily saw the opportunity and gave me a shove, knocking me over onto my side. I hit the muddy ground, and was quickly attacked by both Emily and Lisa. They were laughing. I was laughing.

"Let's see how you like it!" Emily said as she laughed. Both women were pulling at my shirt. I was trying to fight them off. Lisa managed to climb on top of me, and I wasted no time grabbing for her pendulous muddy breasts as they hung down over me. Lisa was trying to keep my arms busy while Emily grabbed my shirt. I stopped trying to feel up my wife long enough to push Emily aside. Then I grabbed Lisa, pushing her off of me and beside me into the mud. I rolled over and on top of her. I could feel the muddy topsoil clinging to my back. I grabbed Lisa's arms and pinned her down into the mud. She was a muddy mess, but it was probably the sexiest she had ever looked.

Lisa was still laughing and trying to get free. "What?" She said. I realized I was staring at her. I gave in to the moment and kissed her. Lisa seemed surprised but responded, and there we were, kissing in the mud. I reached down with my right hand and grabbed her breast roughly. This was unexpected, and more extreme that I was looking for, but this was definitely the type of unusual sexual situation I was hoping for. To my surprise Lisa was every bit as turned on as I was. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. She arched her back and threw her legs into the air, pressing her groin against mine. I felt myself grow rock hard against her. I felt...
Emily had turned the hose on us. "Get a room, you two!" She cackled. Lisa and Emily might have ignored the hose when they were fighting, but the shock of the cold water broke my sexual trance with Lisa. I pulled away from Lisa, wet and muddy, and tried to take off after Emily, slipping and sliding until I was out of the impromptu mud pit. Once my feet got purchase on the dry grass I started running full tilt at Emily. She dropped the hose and ran, and I chased her around the yard. She was quick but I was faster. I eventually ran her down and grabbed her arm, pulling her to me in a bear hug so she couldn't escape. We were both laughing.

Then Emily did something I didn't expect. She reached down with her hand and grabbed my erection through my jeans. "Hey, big fella," she whispered in my ear. Startled, I got my bearings and realized that I was on the far side of the yard, facing away from Lisa. She probably couldn't see what Emily did. I whirled around to face Lisa. She was sitting up in the mud where I had left her, watching us. She didn't look like she saw Emily grab my crotch.

"You're gonna pay for that!" I shouted for everyone's benefit, and then scooped Emily up into my arms. She playfully struggled against me as I carried her back across the yard, and dumped her back into the mud. She landed with a splat. I was quickly on top of her, grabbing mud and smearing it all over her. I was trying to be careful not to touch any of her private parts, but I eventually ended up sliding my hand across her breast. Emily was laughing and trying to fend me off, but I could see her eyes bulge when I touched her.

I sensed movement behind me, and suddenly Lisa was pulling at my shirt. She succeeded in pulling my shirt up and around my arms. I flailed to try and stop her, and ended up falling backwards, prone and helpless. Emily leapt up and went for my jeans.

"Hold him, hold his arms!" Emily shouted at Lisa as she struggled to undo my wet and muddy jeans.

"I'm trying!" Lisa shouted as I flailed about. Emily got my button undone and started pulling my jeans down. She had to pull off my shoes too, but I was too constricted by my shirt on my arms and my jeans on my legs to fight back. Emily got my jeans down and then Lisa finished pulling my shirt off. Now I was just in my underwear too.

"Now we're even!" Emily shouted.

"Not quite," Lisa said, "He's way too clean."

"You're right!" Emily said, and they both began scooping up handfuls of mud and smearing it on me. I struggled for a moment, but it felt, well, good. I was laughing, and exhausted by the events of the day, and eventually I just gave up and let my sexy wife and best friend rub their hands all over my body. I peeked down and sure enough my boxers did little to hide my erection. It was standing straight up, seven inches of manhood, for both of them to see, but they both already knew I was hard anyway. They ignored my crotch and smeared mud all over my torso, arms and legs until I was completely covered.

"I think he's enjoying this," I heard Emily say.

"I think he's enjoying this a little too much," I heard Lisa say. They were obviously both looking at my crotch now.

"What do you...?" Emily started to say, but she was cut off by Lisa. She flung one last handful of mud onto my chest. "Oh well, time to clean up," Lisa said, and she rose unsteadily to her feet and started walking away.

I looked up at Emily. She looked, well, frustrated, but only for a moment. She also chucked her last handful of mud at me. "Let's go," she said, and offered me a hand. We ended up helping each other to our feet, and we followed Lisa over to where the hose was lying.

"I think we'd better clean up out here the best we can," Lisa said.

"Ladies first," I said, leaning down to pick up the hose. I moved a few feet away from Lisa and Emily and turned the hose on. I concentrated on Lisa first, watching the dirt rinse off of her half naked body. Her hands followed the spray of the hose around her body, trying to scrub as much of the dirt off as she could. I couldn't help but aim the hose right at Lisa's crotch, earning a shriek from her. She had to grab what was left of her cotton panties to keep the force of the spray from knocking them right off of her. I aimed at her hair next and Lisa took her time vigorously shaking as much dirt as she could out of her hair. After a few minutes Lisa was more or less clean.
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