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The Club: Karen and Tracy
Karen St. James saw the street corner come into view.
She slowed to make her right turn. The BMW obediently
followed her motion and slipped into place by the
curb. Karen removed her sunglasses and looked at the
large house. Ah, there was the driveway.
She reached into her purse and found the transmitter.
The iron gate pivoted inward and the sandy-blonde
woman drove the car in. She followed the asphalt
driveway around to the back of the house. There,
under the shade of tall elms, she found a large
covered parking area. Karen pulled into the spot on
the far left.
She rummaged in the large bag that rested on the
passenger seat next to her purse. She pulled out a
file folder and started to peruse the contents.
Inside were several sheets of ink-jet printout. The
first page had today's date listed. It also had the
time: 10:00 AM. Karen checked her watch. Five more
minutes.
Karen read the rest of the information. She was very
excited. This was the third time she read it since
the courier service had delivered it two days before.
Contest: Karen St. James vs. Tracy Ford.
Type: Catfight/Sexfight
Style: Prolonged
Clothing: Dresses over full slips, bras and
panties.
Preferred scenario: Clothes ripping rules
catfight. Continues until naked.
Sexfight until
mutual exhaustion/satisfaction.
Time allotted: Three hours (combatants must clear
the club house by 1:00 PM)
The next page had a high-resolution picture of Tracy.
She was shown standing against a neutral background
wearing a red string bikini. She was about as tall as
Karen, with short jet-black hair. Her breasts were
somewhat larger than Karen's, but looked firm and well
shaped. Her hips were broad, and she had the barest
suggestion of a slight belly. She was long-waisted,
and her thighs were well muscled. Her full mound
bulged in the briefs. Karen whistled slightly. It
would be delicious to go full contact with her.
The next sheet contained a plan of the house. It was
a two story brick home, originally constructed in the
1940's. There were several large bedrooms on the
second floor. These were furnished in various
fashions. Some had traditional four-poster beds.
Some were larger rooms empty of furniture but well
padded with exercise mats. On the first floor were a
large kitchen, a dining area, a well-equipped exercise
room, and a room where the opponents could meet and
talk before and after the contest.
Karen could see a portico connecting the main house to
an outbuilding behind the carport. She knew that
contained a Jacuzzi and swimming pool.
Karen replaced the folder in her large bag. She got
out of the car and headed for the back door. She was
dressed in a beige dress that had seen better days.
It buttoned down the front and was short sleeved. It
ended just above the knee, and the side slits went up
to mid-thigh. The hem had a few ragged threads hanging
down. She was bare-legged and wore loafers.
When she got to the door, she slid the card key into
the slot. The latch clicked, and she pulled the door
open. She stepped into the small covered mud room.
She opened the interior door and found herself in a
large kitchen. Consulting the layout, she headed for
the meeting room.
The meeting room was furnished with a sofa and a
couple of easy chairs. A low coffee table was in
front of the sofa. A large window overlooked the
driveway. Karen put her bag down and went back out
into the kitchen. She found a large bottle of mineral
water in the refrigerator.
A few minutes after she sat down, she heard a car in
the driveway. She stood up to see a black Cadillac
pull into the slot next to hers. After the ignition
stopped, Karen saw Tracy Ford step out of the car.
She was wearing a red dress that came down to
mid-calf. The dress had a deep v-neckline that showed
a slice of beautiful cleavage. Her hair was held
back in place with a barrette. It was a little bit
longer than the hair in the picture.
The taller dark-haired woman slid her card key in the
slot. Karen felt her breath coming faster. She
wondered what it would be like to fight this stranger,
to engage in intimate and intense struggle with this
woman. Her fingers curled in anticipation.
Tracy Ford came through the kitchen and into the
meeting room. Like Karen, she also carried a large
bag stuffed with clothes. She put the bag down and
turned to Karen with a large smile.
"Well, hi there! You have got to be Karen, and I've
got to say, sweetie, that the picture doesn't do you
justice. You are the prettiest thing." Tracy had a
distinct Texas accent.
Karen smiled and stood up. She went over to Tracy and
held out her hands. The women grasped each other's
hands and leaned forward to kiss the proffered cheek.
Karen found herself instinctively liking Tracy. They
let their hands rest in each other's while they
talked.
Karen said, "And I think you are just gorgeous. I
feel so lucky that you are my first opponent in the
club."
They sat down together on the couch. Tracy said,
"When I got the folder and I saw you, I knew for sure
that this would be a good one. It's my seventh
contest in the club."
Karen said, "Seven? Wow. How did they go?"
Tracy smiled, "Oh, I held my own. I can give it
pretty good." She gave Karen a challenging look.
"Can you take it?"
Karen smiled back, meeting the look. "Oh, I can take
it. I can dish it out, too."
Tracy drew in her breath and licked her lips. "Oh,
darlin', I can't wait."
Karen asked, "What room do you like to do it in?"
Tracy pulled out her own house layout. "It's the one
I call the catfight living room. Come on, I'll show
you." She held out her hand to Karen.
Karen took it. She felt Tracy's strong grip, and
answered it with a strong grip of her own.
They went upstairs and followed a hallway that
encircled the upper floor. Tracy opened the door to a
room at one end of the hallway. She held it open as
Karen stepped in.
Tracy said, "See the floor? It looks like regular
carpet, but there are exercise pads under it."
Karen took off her loafers and walked with bare feet
onto the gray carpet. The material yielded beneath
her feet. She did an experimental fall onto her back.
Karen said, "Very nice." Tracy extended her hand and
helped her up.
There was large low sofa and a loveseat. Both were
thickly padded. An ottoman in the center of the room
was large enough for two women to easily wrestle on.
Tracy put her bag down by the door and slipped off her
own shoes. She started to bend and stretch.
Karen said, "Good idea," and started her own warm-up.
Soon they were satisfied with their limberness.
They stood about ten feet apart, near opposite ends of
the couch. They looked at each other, sizing each
other up, taking the other woman's measure. Karen saw
a confident and assertive woman, extroverted and
friendly. Tracy noticed that Karen was a little more
reserved, but easy to like.
Karen said, "How do you like to start?"
Tracy said, "Like this." She came up to Karen, took
her face in her hands, and gently kissed her. Karen
returned the kiss, opening her mouth.
Tracy said, "That's how I like to start, and how I
like to finish. But in between, I like to do this!"
Tracy stepped back about a foot, and suddenly grabbed
the front of Karen's dress. She pulled and the
material ripped halfway down, revealing the white slip
underneath.
Karen smiled broadly and leaped at Karen. They
collided and fell to the floor. Karen grabbed a
handful of Tracy's red dress and pulled. She was
rewarded with a long ripping sound down the side of
the dress.
Both women yelled and grabbed the other's hair. They
pulled as they rolled around on the carpet, elbows and
legs and knees thrashing. Karen felt her breasts
crushed by Tracy's larger mounds. She bent her leg
and felt her thigh penetrate and separate Tracy's
legs. The long red dress resisted at first, but then
started to tear. The rip lengthened and Karen's thigh
was shoved against Tracy's crotch, the thin material
of the slip sliding up.
Tracy moaned, then grabbed Karen's shoulders and
rolled. Now Karen was on the bottom, scuffling with
her hands trying to find purchase on Tracy's dress.
Tracy batted them away, then pulled back enough to get
a double handful of Karen's dress. She pulled with
both hands and the top of the dress was in shreds.
One strap of the slip hung down Karen's shoulder. Her
breasts moved up and down, cupped in the low-cut white
bra beneath the slip.
Tracy attacked the breasts. She grabbed Karen's tits
and squeezed. Karen yelled and tried to buck Tracy
off with her hips. Tracy held on, her fingers digging
into and flattening the breasts beneath the clothes.
Karen moved her hand back and swung it in an
open-handed blow at Tracy's side. The slap connected
and Tracy grunted in pain and surprise, lifting her
hands from Karen's chest to ward off another attack.
Karen pressed her advantage and pushed with her strong
legs. Slowly Tracy rolled over as Karen pressed her
lower body into Tracy's.
Karen got to her feet and grabbed the front of Tracy's
dress. She lifted with intense effort and pulled
Tracy on top of the large low ottoman. Tracy bounced
a little on the cushion.
Karen snarled and grabbed the bottom of Tracy's dress
and ripped it up the side. The dress tore all the way
to the top of the armhole. Karen struggled to prevent
the stripping, but Tracy had the rest of her dress
shredded in seconds.
Karen then pounced on top of Tracy, and the women
gyrated on top of the ottoman in a bear hug. They
came to the edge of the ottoman and fell to the floor.
They continued their snarling, spitting fight,
rolling around the carpet, faces contorted with the
struggle, as the rest of Karen's dress was reduced to
strips of clothing.
The women pulled themselves apart from each other.
They got to their feet, somewhat unsteadily. Their
hair was tangled and they were perspiring freely.
They crouched a little, hands on their knees, as they
caught their breath. Karen's slip had a tear starting
at the hem that revealed her inner thighs. Tracy's
slip had its left strap torn and hanging. Scraps of
their dresses littered the carpet.
Karen decided to try psyching Tracy a little. She
stood up slowly, and said, "Hey, sweet lips."
Tracy looked at her, "Yeah, sugar?"
Karen finished tearing her slip so that the rip
extended to her belly. She pulled the front of her
lacy white panties down and exposed her sparsely
haired pussy. The lips were engorged, and her
clitoris was easily visible.
Karen said, "If you give up now, you can give me what
I deserve. Tastes great. You'll love it." Karen
thrust her pelvis out as she framed her cunt with her
hands.
Tracy was turned on by the lewd display. She also
recognized it for what it was. She laughed. "Oh,
honey! Momma told me about girls like you!"
Karen said, "And what did momma tell you?"
Tracy said, "She said to do this!" She suddenly
leaped at Karen. The quick jarring impact knocked
Karen onto the sofa.
Tracy jumped on top, and the fight was on again. They
pummeled each other's breasts, relishing the shock and
pleasure. Their nipples became erect. They fell off
the couch and did their fighting dance around the room
as their silky slips tore and fell.
Bras and panties were their only clothing now. Their
fight became more a close-in clinch as their legs and
arms became entwined. The rustle of filmy cloth
against cloth became sensual. As they tangled and
tumbled around on floor, they brought their heads
together with firm grips in each other's hair. They
stared at each other with ferocious intensity until
they finally brought their lips together in a mashing,
rubbing abrasive kiss.
They were on the floor, side by side, bodies pressing
against each other as they opened their mouths and
stabbed their tongues together. Karen knew her
panties were getting wet as she sought to press her
cunt against Tracy's. She reached down with her hand
and lifted Karen's leg and slipped her own naked thigh
in between. She rolled over on top of Karen and felt
her opponent's thigh slide between hers. Tracy's
panties were equally as wet. They began to pitch
their hips up and down while their mouths were crushed
together.
Their arms made a furious motion and their bra straps
were pulled down. Their breasts made naked contact
for the first time, in an electric sensation as their
stiff nipples poked each other like pencil erasers.
Karen lifted her head from the bruising kiss and
looked down at Tracy as their hips moved up and down,
the friction of their thighs producing raw shocks of
wet pleasure against the sopping cunts.
Tracy looked up. They stared into each other's eyes
with passion and lust and need. Their hips moved even
faster. They knew it was close.
Karen lifter her hips up high. Tracy spread her legs
apart. Karen's crotch slammed down into hers.
The women moaned and gasped as the pounding panty-clad
cunts fell into each other.
Tracy found small voice as she approached climax. "Oh,
fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...." Over
and over again. Louder and louder.
Karen had her own chant: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..."
getting faster and louder in time with Tracy.
Tracy grabbed Karen's ass and pulled down. She held
Karen's cunt against hers and rolled her hips. The
cunts rubbed against each and the clits poked into the
cloth of the panties and met. Tracy screamed as she
came, and then Karen cried out in her own intense
climax. Liquid poured out of their cunts. The
furious contractions of their orgasm shook their
pelvises and made their bellies ripple.
Karen lay full length, like a blanket, on top of Tracy
for some time. She then rolled over and raised
herself to her knees. She put her arm around Tracy's
shoulder and helped her up to the couch. They
collapsed on the long wide couch together, Tracy
resting in Karen's arms. Their bras were still
hooked, resting around their waists.
They reclined together, slowly regaining their energy.
Tracy got to her feet and wobbled over to her bag.
She pulled out a bottle of Evian water, and brought it
back to the couch. She opened it and took several
large swallows. She then handed the bottle to Karen.
Karen drank deeply as Tracy removed the bra from
around her waist and threw the garment across the
room.
Karen handed the bottle back to Tracy and unhooked her
own bra, which had been resting on her hips. She sat
up and tossed it so that it landed next to Tracy's.
Tracy looked at Karen's firm, high breasts. They had
pink nipples that stuck out a quarter-inch from a
lighter patch of aureole. Tracy's breasts were a
little larger and hung down a little more. The
smallish nipples were darker, but the surrounding
aureloae were two inches wide.
Karen said, "Sweetie, that was something else again.
You know how to scrap."
Tracy said, with a grin, "Oh, you think it's over?
Give me a few minutes and we'll strip off these
useless panties and go at it naked."
"You're on, baby!" Karen paused a second, then asked,
"So how did you find out about the Club?"
Tracy paused for a moment. "Actually, it was Holly
who found out about me."
Karen said, "Really? That must have been
interesting."
Tracy took another drink of water, and handed the
bottle back to Karen. She absently slipped her hand
down inside the front of her panties and began to
slowly caress her still-wet pussy. Tracy said, "I met
a woman a year ago at the country club. I don't know
how, but her gaydar must have been finely tuned, as
she picked me out as bisexual. My husband, bless his
heart, doesn't have a clue. Anyway, we got to
talking, then we had some lunches together. We wound
up fucking one morning on her living room sofa. We
got to talking about fetishes, and I mentioned the
wrestling I really enjoyed so much at some summer
camps I went to.
"Well, she knew Holly. So pretty soon, I'm having tea
at the Cavanaugh house, and Holly lays this amazing
story on me. I'm turned on. I decided to go for it.
Karen, you know once you get a taste for this, it's
hard to put it down."
Karen nodded. She was mesmerized. As she listened to
Tracy talk, her own hand drifted down to her crotch
and she was caressing her labia with two fingers,
enjoying the slick feel.
Tracy continued, "It was like a dream. I wrote her
the check. And then she said there was an
initiation."
Karen said, "I've found out about her initiations.
What did she do to you?"
"Well, we were on the couch together. She was wearing
a long flowing skirt. She lifted it up and showed me
her shaved pussy. To make a long story short, I ate
her out right there on her living room couch until she
came. That girl nearly drowned me. I got to admit,
it turned me on. It went a damn sight better than the
next time we met."
"Was that during a fight here?"
Tracy nodded. "She was my third contest. Now I'm not
a slouch. But this woman put moves on me you wouldn't
believe. And she's into the discipline thing a
little. Well, I know when I'm licked. I just
cooperated with her, figuring she'd make me come, and
then I'd make her come, and it would be over.
"But she kept me right on the edge. She'd use her
tongue and her fingers and her cunt, and kept me
poised, not letting me come, not letting me off, for
damn near half-an-hour. It was torture. Finally, she
got off me, leaving me hanging. She left the room and
blew me a kiss. As she left, she told me to be sure
to get out of the clubhouse within the hour. The last
I saw of her was her naked butt as she walked out."
Karen said, "Jesus! And you're just lying there?"
"Yep. I was crying, I was so goddamn frustrated. I
tried to make myself come, but I was numb. It was a
week before I could have another orgasm. I love the
Club, and I adore the sexfights, but I don't ever want
to see that Cavanaugh bitch again."
Karen leaned over and Tracy welcomed her into her arm.
Their breasts and bellies pressed together as Karen
tenderly kissed Tracy.
Karen said, "We can erase that memory with a good
one." She grinned wickedly. "You ready to fight? You
ready to fuck?"
Tracy plastered her open mouth onto Karen's. She
pulled back, and said, "Go for it, doll!"
They stood up. Tracy went over to Karen, put her
hands on the other woman's hips, and pulled down her
panties with swift motion. She then stood up, and
Karen returned the favor. They stood back a couple of
feet and regarded each other's deliciously naked
bodies.
Tracy had a thick, dark tangle of pubic hair. It was
matted and wet, with droplets of moisture visible in
the weave. Karen's cunt had a just a few sandy-blonde
hairs that could not obscure the heavy, wet lips and
pink pearl of her prominent clit.
They slowly moved forward until they were inches
apart. Tracy moved quickly. She put her hands on
Karen's shoulders and swiftly turned her around.
Tracy slammed her left arm around Karen's chest,
smashing her breasts. She snaked her right arm down
and in front and started fingering Karen's cunt.
Karen gasped. She could feel Tracy's breath on the
back of her neck, and Tracy's tits mashed against her
back. Tracy's hand was thrashing her pussy, and she
started to moan and whimper. Karen tried to move her
own right hand back to grab at Karen's dark tangled
thatch, but the larger woman danced her hips away as
she kept up her fingering assault on Karen's wet cunt.
Tracy kissed the side of Karen's neck, sucking at the
flesh near the shoulder. She nibbled with her teeth
lightly as Karen shivered.
Karen realized that she would soon come all over
Tracy's clutching fingers unless she did something.
Karen bent down sharply and grabbed the back of
Tracy's head with her right hand. Karen then used her
leverage to flip Tracy over her shoulder.
Tracy cried in surprise as she went flying. She
landed flat on her back on the thickly padded carpet,
and the wind was knocked out of her with a whoosh.
Her round breasts shook like water balloons from the
impact.
Karen moved to the side and dropped to her knees
beside Tracy. She roughly separated Tracy's legs and
grabbed at the dark-haired pussy. She worked two
fingers into the soaking cunt and finger-fucked the
dark-haired woman while Tracy struggled to catch her
breath.
Tracy's hips were starting to move involuntarily. She
finally got enough air in her lungs to fight back.
She swung an open-handed slap at Karen's breasts as
she rolled to her side. Karen gasped in sudden shock,
and her hand left Tracy's crotch and rose up to cradle
her tender breasts.
Tracy continued her move and knocked Karen onto her
back. Tracy went quickly on hands and knees to
Karen's legs, and shoved them apart. Karen tried to
rise, but Tracy pushed her back down with a strong
hand between her breasts.
Tracy spread Karen's legs apart in wide split.
Karen's engorged labia separated, and the hard nubbin
of the clit was framed by the lips. Tracy spread her
own legs and positioned her pussy above Karen's. She
held Karen's shoulders down with arms as she lowered
her dark-haired mound onto Karen's.
Karen was helpless. She felt Tracy start to hump her
in a methodical fashion. She tried to push her off,
to no avail. She was completely pinned.
Tracy said, "Feel it, girl? That's my pussy. Feel
that clit? Do you feel it? Oh, you are so fucking
gonna come."
Their breasts were mashed together. Tracy rubbed her
upper body against Karen as they continued their
tribadistic dance. Karen whimpered as she felt
Tracy's erect nipples slide along her tender breasts.
Karen decided to cooperate with the inevitable. She
raised her hands to Tracy's face and brought it down
to a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues
wrestled together with sensuous urgency. Karen's hips
pressed upward to meet the descending beat of Tracy's,
their pussies meeting in wet slaps.
Tracy raised her upper body from Karen's as she
slammed her crotch down. Their faces were twisted
into lustful masks, their eyes closed shut as they
concentrated on the feeling of their cunts coming
together.
Karen arched her back and came. She cried out in a
high-pitched voice. The juices spat out of her pussy
and spotted the carpet. Tracy yelled as her orgasm
exploded from her cunt. She spurted fluid onto
Karen's already sodden mound.
Their hips bucked against each other as the powerful
climax shook them. They wrapped their arms around
each other, heads tight against the other's shoulders,
as the emotional dams burst. They wept and laughed
and shouted incoherent obscenities until they fell
bonelessly together on the carpet.
For some moments they lay still, Tracy resting limply
on top of Karen, her hips still between Karen's
thighs. Then the dark-haired woman groaned, and slid
off. She rolled onto her back. They both stared
vacantly at the ceiling.
Karen found voice first. She turned her head to look
at Tracy. "Okay. You win. In a couple of weeks,
I'll get up and do anything you want."
Tracy giggled. She raised a hand to forehead and
brushed away a lock of dark hair. "Deal. You can
paint my house."
Karen laughed loudly, then winced. "Oooh. I'm going
to have a couple of bruises. I think I need a
shower."
Tracy slowly raised herself up to a sitting position.
She held out her hand to Karen. Karen took it and
brought herself up to lean against Tracy. They moved
their faces together for a slow, lazy kiss.
Tracy said, "Wait to you see this shower. You're
gonna love it."
Assisting each other, the two naked erotic warriors
got to their feet. They picked up their bags and
padded out of the littered room. The scent of heated
sex permeated the air.
The bathroom was down the hall. Tracy opened the door
to large sparkling room tiled with expensive ceramics.
An enormous glass-enclosed shower was along one wall.
There were four overhead brass nozzles, and three
side-firing ones. Several handles and levers allowed
for an almost infinite adjustment in variety and types
of spray.
Karen said, "Wow. Someone sure likes their plumbing."
Tracy nodded. She dropped her bag down the side, and
opened the shower door. She motioned for Karen to
follow. Tracy hit the master valve, and every nozzle
opened up with a sharp spray of cold water.
Both women yelped and danced around in the cold spray.
Tracy quickly turned another knob, and the water
became warm, then hot.
Karen closed her eyes and sighed as she stood under
one showerhead. She lifted her arms up as the water
cascaded over her perfect breasts.
Karen opened her eyes as she felt the sensuous touch
of Tracy's hands on her back. The dark-haired woman
had filled her palms with shower gel and she started
spreading it around Karen's back.
Karen turned around, and Tracy rubbed the gel onto her
breasts. Karen took the bottle, squeezed some gel
into her hands, and returned the favor. The women
rubbed against each other, their hands moving up and
down in the hot spray. They brought their bodies
together and rubbed their breasts slowly against each
other. The gel lathered, and soon the women were
covered with a slick white lather from head to toe as
they writhed in an erotic dance.
Karen maneuvered Tracy so that her back was against
one shower wall. As Tracy's ass compacted against
the fogged-up glass, Karen slid her legs between
Tracy's thighs, and started a slow, slippery humping.
They embraced, and fell to the floor of the shower.
They sat up in a tight hug, and entwined their legs so
that their cunts were pressed together. Slowly they
rocked back and forth, trading wet kisses under the
shower, their hair plastered down.
It was a gentle orgasm that took them. Their bodies
shivered as the waves of pleasure came over them.
They fell onto their backs, still joined at their wet
cunts as the water showered down.
About a half-hour later, dressed in the slacks and
blouses they had brought in their bags, they got ready
to leave. At the back door, Tracy embraced Karen and
gently kissed her.
Karen said, "That was truly one of the best times."
Tracy nodded. "You want to get together again,
outside the club?"
Karen nodded. "Oh, yes"
Tracy smiled, and said, "Give me a call." She handed
Karen a card, then opened the door and left.
Karen stood there and brushed a lock of hair from her
eyes, and whispered, "Oh, yes."
**
= Later, at the Cavanaugh house =
Holly Cavanaugh sat in her study. It was nearly
midnight. She was dressed in a blue silk robe that
reached down to mid-thigh. She leaned back and
regarded the picture on the monitor that sat on the
bookcase. Holly reclined in an old-fashioned wooden
office chair, the slats pressing into her back.
Holly pressed a button on the remote. The action
speeded up for a second, than slowed down to reveal a
high-definition video of Karen and Tracy tangling on
the floor in their intense sexual battle.
Holly murmured to herself, "Oh, that's good. Oh,
that's sweet." With her other hand, she held onto a
switch recently carved from willow tree. She moved
her wrist rapidly, and the switch made a whistling
sound as it moved back and forth.
Her eyes still on the monitor, she leaned over to the
intercom switch. She pushed the button, and said,
"Lydia, come here at once. To my study"
Lydia took a few seconds to answer. In a
sleep-drugged voice, she replied, "Yes, Ms.
Cavanaugh."
Shortly Lydia appeared. Her dark hair was undone and
fell in waves over her shoulders. She wore baggy dark
cotton pajamas. Two buttons were undone, revealing an
olive-colored swell of breasts.
Holly undid her belt. She pulled apart the folds of
her robe and exposed her puffy-nippled breasts and
shaven plump pussy.
"Do me, Lydia. And take off that ridiculous top."
Lydia stood there a second. She hated this woman, but
she felt the same sick excitement she always felt
whenever Holly summoned her. And she felt that if she
did as she was asked, she would soon see the rest of
her family from El Salvador.
Lydia unbuttoned her top and let it fall to the floor.
Her heavy round breasts had dark nipples that were
becoming swiftly erect. She leaned down quickly and
brought her face between Holly's thighs.
Holly spread her legs and moved her butt forward. She
felt Lydia's knowing, wet tongue invade her pussy and
come into contact with her clitoris. With her eyes
glued to the monitor, she watched Karen and Tracy fuck
each other.
Holly started to swing her switch back and forth.
With each stroke, it hit Lydia's naked back. Lydia
shivered under each strike. It wasn't really hard,
just enough to sting a little. She increased the
tempo of her mouth. Holly's cunt started to pour an
increasing amount of fluid into her mouth.
Holly was well pleased with the sophisticated video
system she had installed at the clubhouse. The motion
detector circuitry worked perfectly. She had a video
of each contest for her private review. And the
pleasure of a few close friends.
As the video battle started to reach its thrashing
climax, Holly signaled Lydia with a tap on the head.
Lydia brought two fingers up and plunged them into
Holly's pussy. Lydia pressed the fingers up until she
felt the rough ridge of the g-spot. She pushed
firmly. Holly cried out and ejaculated into Lydia's
mouth. Lydia didn't swallow it, but held the female
fluid in her mouth until Holly's orgasm subsided.
Then, Lydia came to her feet and leaned over. She
brought her mouth down over Holly's as Holly moved the
switch roughly over Lydia's breasts, poking the
nipples.
Holly opened her mouth as their lips touched. The
liquid fell from Lydia's mouth into Holly's, some
spilling over the side and dripping down onto Holly's
breasts.
Lydia swallowed her own ejaculate. She pushed Lydia
back with the point of her switch.
She said, "Very good, Lydia. Put your top back on and
get out of here."
Lydia retrieved her top and slipped in on and left the
room.
Holly regarded her retreating figure with an evil
smile.
= To Be Continued =
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