While You Were Sleeping

Part 2

Wendy struggles to stand, but stumbles and lands right back on her butt. The shorthaired Britt had been overconfident in her fighting experience and left herself open to attack. Wendy, naked and dazed, is regretting her arrogance now. Her pussy had been tenderized by a well-placed kick, her jaw felt like it was on fire and worst of all, her head was still spinning from Jessie’s hard right. For the moment Wendy was at the mercy of her young rival.

Jessie, dressed only in jogging-shorts and sneakers, stands firm, eying Wendy with her fist clenched tight. Her instincts tell her to continue battering her downed foe, but Jessie can’t help but take pause. As Jessie assesses Wendy’s actions she can barely believe her nerve. She shows up at her door with this sweet act and treats me like a close friend and all the time she’s planning to steal Adam Back! No fucking chance.

Jessie’s expression looses all rage and becomes businesslike; blank seriousness. As Wendy rises Jessie advances attacking Wendy with new concentration. She’s out to punish. Wendy swings for Jessie’s face, but Jessie ducks the blow and stick Wendy with a right hook to the ribs. Wendy barely has time to wince in pain before a right/left combination snaps her from side to side.

Wendy Staggers back feeling a spot of blood on her bottom lip. “Jessie has done some boxing,” she ponders. Jessie waits a beat for Wendy to attack, so she’ll be open to another counterstrike. When Wendy taunts her to come hither, Jessie advances with some reservations. Once Jessie gets close, Wendy fakes a lunge. Jessie flinches and a second later Wendy attacks for real, charging and ramming her shoulder into Jessie’s navel. The attack leaves Jessie more stunned than hurt. Wendy keeps her momentum and lifts Jessie from her feet carrying her a few paces before tossing her to the carpet.

Wendy is on Jessie in a flash. A seasoned cat-fighter, Wendy knows that she’ll have the advantage if she can keep this fight on the ground. Straddling Jessie’s ribcage, Wendy grabs her wrists and pins them to the floor under the weight of her upper body. Jessie struggles fiercely, but to no effect.

Wendy giggles devilishly. “Good effort love, but you’re out of your league.” Wendy works her crotch up across Jessie’s ample breasts until her firm ass rests on the younger girl’s bosom, smashing her perfect tits across her ribs. Jessie’s arms are pinned under Wendy’s thighs as the English babe’s womanhood hovers inches above her face. “Have a taste of what your boy’s been missing,” Wendy declares, as she lover’s her cunt over Jessie’s mouth and nose. Wendy’s hands clench Jessie’s dark tresses close to the root, keeping her head in a vice grip.

Wendy lets out a faint moan as her moist cunt seals over Jessie’s face. Jessie’s legs flail and kick wildly as the Britt’s pussy cuts off her air. Wendy grinds her cunt into Jessie’s face cruelly, denying her any precious oxygen. Then, Wendy shakes Jessie’s head by her hair. Wendy’s expression shows that a little friction goes a long way. After a few moments, Wendy rises slightly, giving Jessie just enough room to breath. Jessie breathes in and out in desperate gulps blowing hot air across Wendy’s wet cunt.

Wendy wastes little time and resumes her onslaught. Jessie gasps in terror as Wendy’s pussy drops back upon her face. Wendy rocks rhythmically sliding her crotch across Jessie’s mouth and nose as she breathes heavily. Wendy’s breathing quickens as the speed of her thrusts grow faster. Soon she is squealing and moaning in pleasure. Who knows if it’s the feeling of Jessie nose stimulating her clit, or the sheer thrill of dominating a sexual rival? But, Wendy is in sheer bliss.

Wendy stops short of climax, relaxing her pelvis on Jessie’s face. Deprived of air once again, Jessie struggles under Wendy’s bodyweight. “Stop fighting love,” Wendy suggests, “You could enjoy this if you tried.” Jessie’s struggling ceases, much to Wendy’s surprise. Wendy is then pleasantly shocked to feel Jessie’s tongue gently probe her pussy. “Oh yes,” she exclaims. “That’s it.” She takes her weight from Jessie’s face as Jessie coughs, free to breath once more.

Soon Jessie is licking at Wendy’s cunt, and moaning softly. Wendy removes one hand from Jessie’s hair and squeezes her milky breast. Jessie can just reach Wendy’s inner thighs and rubs them lightly with her fingertips, making small circles. Tingles go up Wendy’s spine from the light contact. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back. Wendy is lost in ecstasy, running her hands along the contours of her firm body as Jessie stimulates her, like a good slave.

Suddenly Wendy’s eyes go wide as she screams in agony. Jessie has gotten her hands loose. Her arms are wrapped around Wendy’s thighs as her nails dig into the supple flesh. Jessie’s done playing along. She bites into Wendy’s clit like a rabid Doberman, as the agony racked Britt spasms in pain.

Wendy scrambles away, in tears, as Jessie release her. Jessie stands triumphant and spits the taste of Wendy from her lips. “Now you’re gonna pay bitch!” Jessie kicks Wendy in the ribs rolling her onto her back. She then slams her ass down on Wendy’s stomach knocking the wind out of her, just as Wendy had done not long ago. Jessie slaps Wendy in the face, hard. She alternates hands; Slapping, the sobbing, Wendy’s face bright red.

Jessie pitches her leg back before slamming her knee into Wendy’s mound like a battering ram against a castle door. She stands above her former tormentor, now a nude mess, writhing on the floor. Jessie strips off her shorts and lace panties, preparing for her final triumph.

Her nude form locks up with Wendy. Legs entangle as Jessie prepares for sexual domination. She begins to grinds her crotch against Wendy’s demolished mound. Wendy’s in agony from the start, but is too weak to fight back. Jessie’s loud panting blends with Wendy’s whines or torment as her young flesh thumps and slides against Wendy’s tender mound.

Adam arrives at the front door to the apartment with the landlord, who is not moving fast enough for Adam. “I told you, it’s an emergency,” pleads Adam. “Yeah, Ok,” mumbles the hefty man as he opens the door with his master key. Adam dashes in a moment later.

He finds Jessie, still nude, smoking on the couch. “Are you ok?” He asks. “Better than her,” Jessie says with a smile. Adam heads into the next room. He’s not gone long. He returns with a perplexed expression. “What happened?” he asks. Jessie takes a long drag from her smoke. “Let’s just say, we’re even.”

-Haymaker-