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The Club: Sarah and Anne - Outside the Club (Part Six)
When the women returned to the table, Clark and
Franklin were discussing the possibility of dessert.
The women looked at each other. Normally, this would
be an opportunity to indulge in a beloved sugar-fest,
but the encounter in the ladies room with Holly had
killed their appetite.
Sarah turned to her husband. "Franklin, dear, I had a
glance outside. It's turning rather nasty out there.
Perhaps we should get home before it gets any worse."
Franklin nodded. "You're quite right, dear. Everyone
agree?"
Both Clark and Anne nodded.
Franklin signaled for the check. Five minutes later,
they were back in the Bentley. The wind was blowing
hard, and sleet was spitting everywhere.
They drove back, the wind making the car buck a
little. After a particular bad gust sent them over on
the shoulder for a few seconds, Franklin pulled over
and set his flashers on.
He turned to Anne and Clark in the back seat. He
said, "You know, I'm a little worried about this.
What do you say about proceeding directly to our
house? It's a lot closer and we could put you up for
the night."
Both Sarah and Anne felt a little inward quiver of
excitement.
Clark said to his wife, "Dear, it's probably the best
thing to do. Do you mind?"
Anne glanced at Sarah and saw the anticipatory gleam
in her eyes. "Not at all. I think it would be fun to
have a sleep-over." She grinned.
Franklin smiled, and said, "Mi casa es su casa." He
glanced in the side-view mirror, and pulled the
Bentley back out onto the road.
A few minutes later, after one near-skid on an icy
curve, they were safely within the garage at the
Beckett house. Shortly, they were sitting in the
living room, warming their bodies by a crackling blaze
in front of an enormous fireplace.
Franklin went to the bar and poured four snifters of
brandy. He distributed the drinks. They sipped the
pleasant liquor and chatted about the weather.
After noticing a couple of half-hidden yawns, Franklin
suggested to Sarah that they show the Walkers around
the house, and particularly, the room they would be
staying in.
Sarah said, "Of course, dear." She rose from her seat
and waited for the Walkers to follow her.
She gave them a brief five-minute tour of the large
and expansive household, pointing out the necessary
facilities. Finally she led them down the upstairs
hall to a large guestroom furnished with two double
beds and several antiques.
Anne said, "This will be wonderful, Sarah. Say, could
you show me the kitchen again?"
Sarah said, "Of course. Clark, why don't you just
make yourself comfortable?"
Clark stretched out in an overstuffed easy chair. He
slipped his shoes off. "That's a wonderful idea. See
you in a few minutes, dear."
As soon as they were out of earshot in the kitchen,
Sarah turned to Anne and said, "There's a large room
down the stairs and into the basement. Do you think
you can get your husband asleep within the hour?"
Anne said, with a knowing female grin, "I can pretty
much guarantee it."
Sarah said, "I'll be doing the same. He'll be out
like a light." She looked around, then grabbed Anne's
upper arms strongly. She leaned in, and said
fiercely, "Then it's you and me, bitch!"
Anne broke the grip with a flurry of motion. She
hooked her arm around Sarah's naked back, and grabbed
her right breast and squeezed. Sarah gasped. Anne
hissed at her, "I'll be down there, Beckett!"
They glared at each other, and separated. Anne went
to the guestroom upstairs, and Sarah ambled to the
master bedroom on the ground floor.
When Sarah entered the bedroom, she saw that her
husband had already removed everything but his boxers.
She closed the door behind her, and went over to him.
He turned around and pulled her into his strong arms.
He said, "How about it, darling? I'm more than
ready."
She reached down and felt the rock-hard tube of flesh
between his legs. She slipped her hand inside his
shorts, and caressed his penis. One finger found a
drop of slick, sticky moistness on the tip of his
cock. She swirled her finger around it, and brought
the smeared finger to her lips. He watched, mouth
open, as she licked his pre-come off her finger.
She stepped back and flicked off the light switch. A
dim glow from the bedside lamp illuminated them. He
pulled off his boxers and stood there naked, his hard
cock sticking straight out of his curly thatch of
pubic hair. She undid the knot on the back of her
neck and let the front of her dress fall forward. Her
small, conical breasts appeared, crowned with stiff
pink nipples.
She sat down on the bed and took his cock into her
mouth. Franklin groaned as Sarah energetically sucked
his penis to the root. She worked her muscular tongue
over the head of his cock, paying particular attention
to the underside of the glans. She pulled her head
back partway, and started to jack him off with her
slim hand, her fist moving up and down on the fleshy
tube.
Under her expert ministrations, Franklin could not
last long. Sarah, sensing his impending orgasm,
intensified the sucking and hand motion.
Franklin let out a long, guttural sound from the back
of his throat. He placed his hand on the back of
Sarah's head, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair.
His hips bucked.
Sarah felt the first forceful blast of come hit the
back of her throat. She continued to pump his cock
with her hand as she moved her head back. Another jet
of semen landed on her tongue. She then pulled her
mouth off his cock, and looked up at her husband. He
yelled and spurted again. A white plume splashed on
Sarah's lipsticked mouth. She directed the cock
downward. Another lunge of his hips, and a rope of
come hit her neck. He sprayed again, looping a line
on the top of her breasts.
When he finally finished, Sarah was liberally
decorated. She licked the semen from her lips and
swallowed, as Franklin collapsed on the bed.
She stood up and pulled the dress back over her
come-streaked breasts. Franklin said, "Uh...aren't you
coming to bed?" His eyes were already drowsy.
She quickly pulled the covers back, and worked her
husband into bed. She said, "I've got to clean up.
You sleep."
Franklin made a muffled snoring sound. Sarah moved
the covers up over his shoulder, turned out the
bedside lamp, and left the room. She would go do
battle with her husband's secretions on her skin, like
ribbons of valor.
Meanwhile, Anne was flat on her back on one of the
double beds in the guestroom. Her dress was pulled
down in front, the straps untied. Her husband was
thrusting his diamond-hard cock between her round
breasts, panting as he did so.
Anne's head was against a pillow. With each thrust of
the penis between her tits, she moved her mouth
forward, and the head of the cock bullied its way in.
The tip of his cock was wet and shiny. She pushed her
breasts together and made a tunnel that was getting
slick with sweat and pre-come.
Clark's hips moved faster as he tit-fucked his wife.
He looked down at the lewd way his wife licked the tip
of his thrusting cock. It set him over the edge.
With a roar, he spilled his semen in spurting streams
that hit his wife's lips and mouth. Each contraction
of his buttocks meant another spray of come, pooling
in the hollow of her neck and coating the valley
between her breasts.
After he finished coming, he collapsed backwards on
the bed. Anne wasted no time in arranging the covers
and pillows of the bed. Soon her husband was tucked
in.
She brought the front of her dress up and retied the
straps on her shoulder. The material of the dress was
sticky against the wet semen spattered between her
breasts. She left the room and headed downstairs.
She would do battle with her husband's secretions on
her skin, like ribbons of valor.
Anne found the stairs easily and walked down. She was
barefoot, and didn't make a sound. Off the main hall,
she found the other flight of stairs that led down to
the basement. The entrance to the basement was
through a broad, short hallway. She could make out
the flickering of firelight.
She turned the corner into a large, carpeted room with
casual furniture along the walls and a small
fireplace. A brisk fire was blazing there. A couple
of candles were also burning. The fireplace and
candles were the only light in the room.
Suddenly a match flared. She saw the figure of Sarah
across the room, lighting one last candle. She blew
out the match and tossed it into the fireplace. She
came forward into the firelight, and Anne saw that she
still wore the dark red backless dress. She was also
barefoot. And Anne knew that Sarah was just as naked
under her dress as she was.
Sarah was quiet, regarding her rival with steady eyes.
She was eager, but she was also relaxed. She felt
fit and warmed up.
Anne came into the room and stood a few feet away from
the blonde. She noticed the drying streaks on Sarah's
skin, the stains on her dress. She said, "I see you
managed to pacify your man."
Sarah saw the tracks on Anne's skin. "As you did."
Anne said, "And when this is over? Will I taste the
pleasure of your husband's favors?"
Sarah said, "It'll be me who does the tasting, bitch."
The women started to slowly circle each other. They
kept their hands down by their sides, the fingers
flexing. They kept their eyes on each other, seeking
a clue where the first strike would spring from.
Their bare feet made light skritching noises as they
walked and circled. The candles and firelight danced
on their skin. Outside the high windows along one
wall of the basement, the wind moaned and the sleet
made cold, wet splats against the glass.
Their movements brought them along opposite sides of
the sofa, near the ends. The walked towards the
center of the couch, Anne in back of it. The faced
each other over the barrier.
"Do you feel safe over there, baby?" Sarah said,
taunting.
"As if I'd feel endangered anywhere around you, slut,"
Anne shot back.
"Then come on over, baby," Sarah hissed.
"Why don't you make me?" Anne said.
The schoolyard repartee inflamed Sarah. She reached
quickly and grabbed the front of Anne's dress and
pulled sharply. The straps broke and the front of the
dress fell down and Anne's round, dark-nippled breasts
came into view, the globes beautiful in the firelight.
Her husband's semen tracks could clearly be seen
between the tits.
Anne returned the favor. With a backhand swipe of her
arm, she pulled the front of Sarah's dark red dress
down, tearing the thin cloth. Sarah's high, conical,
pink-nippled breasts flashed out.
Both women stood there a second, viewing each other.
Then Anne leaped over the back of the couch and
slammed into the blonde woman. The two petite
warriors hit the carpeted floor with a thud, and they
flailed away at each other, ripping the rest of their
clothing to shreds as they tumbled back and forth on
the floor.
When they pulled back from each other to catch their
breath, only a few tattered scraps of the expensive
dresses remained. Sarah's sparsely-haired cunt was
visible, the lips of her pussy slightly open. She
could see Anne's dark tangle of pubic hair, the labia
winking into view now and again.
They got to their feet, naked except for a few strips
of cloth. Both women brushed away the remnants of
their dresses and stared angrily at each other.
Anne said, "What kind of a woman are you? Are your
tits good enough to go against mine?" She thrust her
chest out, her round breasts bouncing.
Sarah retorted, "My tits will bend yours flat." With
that, she jumped at Anne and wrapped her arms around
the brunette with a bone-crushing bear hug. Sarah's
higher, conical breasts, with nipples as hard as
little pebbles, met Anne's bigger, but softer globes.
Anne gasped as the hard little points of Sarah's
nipples dug into her breast flesh. Her own nipples
lengthened in response. She also threw her arms
around the blonde woman, and they shuddered, standing
upright, fighting for balance. Their naked bodies
pressed against each other, and their foreheads leaned
hard together. They grimaced as their breasts fought
and tangled, raking from side to side to score the
tender skin.
Their hips slammed into each other as they struggled
for balance. Their pubic hair brushed together as
their cunts grew wet and swollen, the clits becoming
hot needles of sensation.
Anne felt her feet move too close together. Her
stability faltered, and Sarah, sensing advantage,
leaned into her. Anne toppled backwards onto the
carpet, with Sarah right on top. They hit the floor,
and Anne's legs were driven apart by Sarah's hips.
Their pussies made slamming contact. Sarah's inflamed
labia smacked into Anne's vulva, and both women cried
out in sudden pain and unexpected animal pleasure.
Sarah spread her legs to open her cunt lips and expose
the pink tube of her clitoris. She plunged her hips
down and felt her clit slide into Anne's cunt and
tangle with the dark-haired woman's stiff pearl.
Anne felt waves of sensation radiate from her crotch.
She knew that she would have a screaming orgasm if
this continued, and that must not happen.
Anne grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair and pulled
up. Sarah grunted as her head was pulled up, but she
continued her frenzied fucking, her eyes shut and
mouth open. Anne let go of the hair with one hand,
and reached between them, to Sarah's left breast.
Anne felt the firm tit and her fingers found the
nipple. She positioned her thumbnail and forefinger
and squeezed hard.
Sarah yelped and rolled away from Anne, her hand
tenderly cradling the wounded tit. Anne lay there a
second, her cunt wide open and leaking female juices,
as she caught her breath.
Sarah propped herself up on one arm, still holding
onto her breast. She looked at Anne and said,
"Goddamn bitch! Fucking cunt!"
Anne got to her knees, hands resting on her thighs.
"I am not gonna lose this one, bitch!"
Sarah also rose to her knees, facing her rival.
"We'll see about that."
Anne said, "Let's go straight to the sexfight,
Beckett. That's what were here for."
Sarah nodded. "Cunt-to-cunt it is."
The two women sat down on the floor and moved forward.
Their legs entwined and they pressed their cunts
together. They wrapped their arms around each other
and pressed themselves firmly against each other.
Their breasts merged and they moved their heads to
each other's shoulders. Their faces were
expressionless as they shifted position for their best
contact.
Their arms and shoulders pulled, and they started to
rock together. Their wet cunts slapped into each
other, and the fluids started to flow and leak from
between their thighs. They muttered obscenities and
threats as the slapping of the cunts became faster.
Their eyes closed as they fought to make the other
woman come and to prevent their own treacherous
orgasm.
The staccato beat of their hips increased.
Intelligible words disappeared, to be replaced with
grunts and moans. Their breasts continued to slip and
bump, stiff nipples sending electric jolts of
sensation to their brains.
Their heads drew back from the shoulders and they
opened their eyes and looked at each other as the cunt
battle continued. Their eyes became glazed and their
breath was hot and moist.
Sarah's moan reached a higher pitch and her body
started to rock. Her hips lost the rhythm of the
sexual combat.
In an erotic haze, Anne saw her advantage and pressed
it. She knew she was close herself, but Sarah was
closer. She grabbed the sides of Sarah's face with
her hands, and slammed her open mouth onto Sarah's.
Her hot, questing tongue dived into Sarah's mouth and
met Sarah's thrashing tongue.
Sarah lost it. She let loose of Anne and fell
backwards onto the floor, as Anne continued to hump
her with furious effort. Anne said, "YES! YES! YES!
COME, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
Sarah came. She screamed a series of high-pitched
howls as her body shook with the incredible orgasm.
She felt her pelvis and vagina contract in sharp,
searing waves of raw lust, and her cunt expelled a hot
flow of juice. Her breasts shook, the erect nipples
dancing their own erotic celebration.
The spurt of Sarah's juices into Anne's cunt was
enough to trigger the dark-haired woman's orgasm. She
moaned and fell forwards slowly, her body shuddering
as it came into contact with Sarah's still climaxing
body. Anne let loose a long, undulating cry as she
came, her own sexual fluids issuing forth from her
cunt.
After her breathing subsided, Anne rolled off Sarah
and lay flat on her back. She knew it wasn't over.
The battle was always to submission. One of them
would have to give up.
For five minutes they lay there. Then Sarah got to
her feet, unsteadily. She looked down at Anne, her
petite body resting in the sensual firelight. The
bitch would pay.
Sarah opened the drawer on an end-table. She reached
in and pulled out two paper-wrapped objects. She
turned around to see Anne also getting to her feet.
Sarah said, "Round two, whore. Choose your weapon."
Sarah removed the paper and held both objects, one in
each hand.
Anne almost laughed. Sarah held two large dildos.
Each one was ten inches long and two inches thick,
incredibly realistic in color and texture. What made
these different were the handles. Each one had a
handle like a sword, with a hilt and pommel. The
handle was made of stiff plastic.
Anne took one. She slipped her hand around the handle
and hefted it. The artificial penis was a heavy,
flexible plastic, with detailed veins and tendons.
The glans was velvety smooth. She stroked the plastic
cock with her other hand. It was so realistic she
thought it could ejaculate if she stroked it enough.
Anne looked at Sarah. She was crouched in a fighting
position, the sword-dildo held in her right hand. She
was swinging it back and forth, her eyes fixed on
Anne.
Anne assumed her own fighting position. She bent down
a little, her sword-dildo also in her right hand. The
small naked women circled each other, sword hand
moving in slow dances, as they checked for an opening.
Sarah feinted right. Anne moved her sword-dildo to
counter, but Sarah ducked to the left, and thrust
forward. Her weapon made a stabbing punch to Anne's
gut. It didn't really hurt, but it enraged the
dark-haired woman. She swung her weapon down, and the
plastic dong hit Sarah's dildo. Anne saw a brief
opening and closed.
Sarah was pressed backwards by Anne's advance. Anne
thrust her weapon up. The head of the dildo went home
like a guided missile, and Sarah had six inches of
plastic dick up her twat.
She grunted and swung her own sword-dildo up. The
head slid along Anne's slick crotch for a second, then
found the opening. Sarah snarled, and fucked the
weapon home. Now both women had their sword-dildos
buried into the other's cunt. Standing their, they
worked the artificial penises up and down and liquid
started to ooze around the thick plastic schlongs as
they worked the handles, trying to get even more of
the outrageous weapons buried in their rival's
vaginas.
Sarah suddenly pulled her weapon out of Anne's pussy,
and grabbed Anne's sword hand. The wet dildo pulled
out of her cunt with a distinct plop as she pulled
Anne's hand out and up. She positioned her feet for
good balance and swung Anne around so that the
dark-haired woman was against one wall.
The quick movement had surprised Anne. She was taken
by surprise as Sarah pushed her against the wall with
a strong forearm against her chest. She tried to
break the hold with her hands, but Sarah quickly broke
her concentration as she drew her arm back and swung
it in, impaling Anne's cunt forcefully with the dildo.
Anne yelled as eight inches of the sword-dildo
penetrated her vagina. The tip of the artificial dick
pressed against her cervix. Never in her life had she
been penetrated so deeply.
Sarah held her forearm against Anne's chest as she
twirled and thrust with the thick plastic penis. She
could hear the slurpy noises as Anne's cunt gripped
the weapon and spewed forth more fluid in desperate
lubrication.
Anne was seconds away from a devastating orgasm. She
reached down with her hands and grabbed onto Sarah's
sword arm. She gripped it tightly and let her feet
buckle under her. The weight of her body was suddenly
on Sarah's arm, and she was forced to pull the dildo
from Anne's vagina.
As Anne crumpled to the ground, she saw an
opportunity. She thrust upward with her sword-dildo
and slipped it into Sarah's dripping cunt. Sarah
screamed in pleasure and rage. Anne thrust upward
again. As Sarah tried to dance her way off the dildo,
she lost her balance and fell onto her back. The
dildo popped out.
Anne was on her like a hawk. She spread Sarah's legs
roughly, and slammed the dildo down into the
sparsely-haired, swollen cunt. Keeping her distance,
she rapidly fucked her rival with the plastic weapon.
It was now Sarah's turn to face impending orgasm.
With her last bit of will, she kicked out. Her foot
hit Anne in the stomach, knocking her backwards.
Sarah got to her knees and made her way rapidly over
to Anne. She swung her legs over and sat down on the
dark-haired woman's chest, her cunt resting over
Anne's sternum. She was facing Anne's feet.
With her legs pinning Anne's chest down, Sarah spread
Anne's legs wide apart. She held the legs apart with
one hand, and raised her weapon high overhead. She
brought it down in a perfect swing, and buried it in
Anne's cunt.
Anne gasped. She was able to work her weapon arm
free. She looked forward, and saw Sarah's naked ass
resting on her tits. She got her left hand free and
pushed forward on the blonde woman's butt. It wasn't
sufficient to throw her off, but it was enough to
expose Sarah's pussy. Anne stuck the dildo into
Sarah's steaming wet cunt.
The women were in a perverse sixty-nine, working the
huge plastic cocks in an out of each other's vaginas.
They started to move their hands faster, with wet
squelching noises issuing from the violated cunts.
Each woman wore a grimly determined look on her face.
Sarah had the advantage of gravity. She raised her
upper body and used both hands to slam the dildo into
Anne's gushing cunt. Anne was starting to cry as she
realized that the end was near. She worked her own
weapon into Sarah's pussy, but her strokes had less
power as the battle went on.
The blonde woman held onto the handle of the
sword-dildo with a strong double-handed grip as she
plunged the cock down and twisted it from side to
side. She could see the front of Anne's pelvis bulge
outward as she fucked the giant plastic cock into
Anne's sodden cunt. She looked like she was churning
butter as she worked the dildo faster and faster.
Anne's eyes lost focus. The orgasm came out of the
night like rolling thunder and took her. She screamed
and wept as her body shook. Her cunt was on fire and
spewing juice around the pistoning plastic penis. Her
hands fell away from her own weapon, and the dildo
slipped out of Sarah's cunt.
Still Sarah fucked her with the dildo. Anne was in
continuous orgasm now, her body going from peak to
trough to peak, the pure pleasure swinging into pure
pain and back again.
Finally, Anne found voice. "Oh, GOD! NO MORE, PLEASE
GOD, NO MORE!"
Sarah stopped thrusting. She brought her tired hands
up to rest on her hips, as she sat back, her butt
still sitting on Anne's tits. The dildo popped out of
Anne's pussy, and sexual fluids that were dammed up by
the plastic cock spewed out in an arcing stream to
stain the carpet.
One more thing to do. Sarah turned around and brought
her cunt up to Anne's mouth.
Anne looked up and saw Sarah look down at her.
Sarah's wet pussy clamped around her mouth.
Anne did what she had to do. She licked her rival to
a short, sharp orgasm. After Sarah's victory climax,
she smeared her cunt lips over Anne's face until it
was shiny. Anne would taste the sharp and tangy
flavor of Sarah's cunt for a while.
The naked warriors got to their feet. Anne's head was
down. Sarah took her hand and raised Anne's face up.
They looked at each other.
Anne said, "You won. This time."
Sarah said, "This time."
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