Saving Grace

I glanced at Grace, who shot back a smile. "You OK?" I asked her.

"Yeah." She held up her hands to show she wasn't tied. "Valerian says the two of you have stuff to settle."

"Val. My name is Val. Valerian is... inane. You going to stand there gaping at me? You cost me almost thirty days of house arrest, bitch. Four weeks cooped up with the 'rents and that godawful disapproving silence."

I closed the distance between us until we stood nose to nose. Still nothing. I realized Val didn't have any idea what to do next. She'd decided to make me suffer, but had only got to the part where she took Grace. She hadn't even tied her up. She was even worse at planning than I was.

I pushed my tits into Val's, staring into her eyes. She wasn't wearing a bra, but I was, so the effect wasn't quite what I'd hoped for; our nipples had no direct contact. It took a few seconds for Val to push back.

"What do you have in mind, cunt?" I prodded, mashing our breasts further. I had a nagging thought we looked stupid, so close now our noses bent. The silence was getting awkward.

"You embarrassed me in front of my friends and made me spend time with my parents! I want to beat you stupid while your girlfriend watches and then..." Val's voice trailed away.

I don't know what was more astonishing: that I was thinking of ways to get Val to try to kick my ass or that she thought was Grace was my girlfriend. ; it sounded nice. I prodded some more.

"That's it? Nothing else? Not even a little revenge for..."

"You kicked my pussy." Now that I'd given her a hint, Val was mad, which looked to make my job easier, whatever it was I was supposed to do. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hit her or walk away. She decided for me and grabbed my crotch. "I want to punch your slaggy cunt and then fuck it raw! I want you to beg me to stop! I want to leave you moaning on the floor while I fuck your girlfriend on her bed!"

I knew I was supposed to be in control, God knows Val wasn't, but the increasing pressure on my clit through my pants combined with the wild look in the brunette's eyes did something to me. I took a handful of her pussy and closed my fist. Val's eyes crossed; she shuddered, relaxed her hand, then squeezed harder. I was sure she'd just come. My pussy burned with the grip, but I wasn't about to let go of Val.

We glared at each other, mangling our sex for what seemed like an hour but was only seconds. Val let go unexpectedly to land an awkward fist on my jaw. I released her, throwing a left jab out of reflex. I slumped into a fighter's stance. Val did the same; she'd done this before. Good. We circled, testing each other's defenses with short, sharp punches. She wasn't very adept, but her blood was up and she wasn't afraid to get hit if she got in some shots of her own. I began to think the night wouldn't be a total waste.

"Aren't you going to take your clothes off?" Grace said from the couch. "That's what you really want, isn't it?"

I wasn't sure who she was talking to, but I saw the gleam in her eye. She licked her lips and winked at me. What I really wanted was her. It all clicked together, the pieces fitting perfectly. All the nights of sweaty, rough sex, the hours spent watching women punch and trib--even if the fights were fake, the silly smirks as we talked about the perfect fuck fight. Valerian, the dumb cunt, was giving Grace and me a gift, one I was eager to get. I began unbuttoning my shirt. Val's eyes widened, then she began shedding clothes like they were on fire. I was sure I was being more sedate about stripping, but I was naked, fists up, before she tossed her nice, lacy boy shorts in the corner.

"That's the lace bra I bought you." Grace said to me, voice dripping with lust. "You looked so sexy when you took it off."

I know my cheeks were red, I could feel the heat and flush of the blood. Val just stared at both of us. This woman really didn't have a clue. But I'd finally gotten the brunette to the boiling point. Was that my plan? As of now, hell, yes.

"The winner is the last one conscious, no matter how beat to shit," Val snarled.

"That's gonna be you, slut," I said through gritted teeth.

Naked, starting to sweat, Val looked even better than she did clothed. Her breasts were the same size as mine, with smaller nipples poking out of her good-sized areolae. The stomach was flat and toned from serious gym time, as were her legs and ass. A thick thatch of dark pubic hair concealed her pussy and clit; I noticed her thighs were wet. Good; mine were, too. All kinds of possibilities appeared in my head. As if we had the same thought, we began pounding each other.

We didn't spare any part of the other's body. Tits, face, abs, pussy, all were targets and got hit or kicked or twisted with the opportunity. Men seem to think getting kicked in the cunt hurts worse than being punched in the breast. Just because a knee to the 'nads puts most every guy on the ground, they have the idea it's the same for women. The truth is, getting punched in the boobs hurts, too, if not more. Especially if the nipple is hit or scraped. Think of getting both kicked and punched. Guys have it easy. They only have the one sensitive spot.

Did I feel pain? Yes. Did I like it? Yes. I hadn't had a good fight in a while. Plus, there was the distinct possibility of fucking, both with Val, as someone I wanted to beat--physically and sexually--and with Grace, as someone I wanted to wrap around and go to heaven with. Both held promise. Did that bother me? No.

The mutual beating took a while. We were both in good shape and aroused. I had better form, but Val kept coming no matter where or how hard I hit her. I let my anger slip out, mostly at the brunette for being a stuck-up cunt, but also at the men outside who groped me, the guys on the site who treated me like a piece of meat, everybody. Each thud of my fist on exposed flesh worked off some of the frustration. Getting hit in return added spice. Soon, I was seriously enjoying myself. I hadn't done this since, well, it wasn't important.

We were in a clinch, catching our breaths, taking any shot we could in close. I tasted blood and sweat, probably my own, but Val's face before we locked up was as battered as I believed mine to be. Neither of us had held back. Val found an opening and slammed my left breast; I responded with a hard punch to the kidney. Our crotches pounded one on the other. I felt the tingle of that contact; I wanted more. First, though, I had to pummel the arrogant cunt.

Val pushed away and knocked me back with an uppercut that might have impressed me if my head wasn't spinning. I landed on my ass, shook my sweaty locks, and took Val's feet from under her with my foot. She fell on her side, eyes glassy from loss of wind. I rolled on top, working my fists slowly from her tits to her face and back. As I bashed the brunette methodically, relishing the groans, Val pounded my sides and breasts. I was amazed at her stamina, which made me want to hit her more.

Our pussies ground together as we fought, my clit finally finding hers as I rode her cowboy style. An electric thrill rippled along me as our clits dueled through matted pubic hair and slick, puffy pussy lips. I was seriously horny now, the urge overwhelming. I slid into a missionary position to fuck Val like a man, feeling my hard clit press under her own erect nub and as far into her cunt as it would go. Legs wrapped around my ass, arms folded around my neck, drawing me close.

"Got you now, slut," Val purred, smearing blood on my ear. "I've done the rub and bump since I was fifteen. You're going to die happy."

I was in serious trouble. Val was very, very good at fucking, something I should have known. Lack of a good plan; I got caught up in the fever and was now getting a terminal pussy massage from an expert. She held me fast, unable to get away. I did the only thing left: I shoved my tongue into Val's mouth. She sucked it in eagerly but the distraction allowed me to change from Val fucking me to us fucking each other. The motion was ecstatic, excruciating. If I'd done things right--I wasn't quite sure--we were on our way to mutual eruptions.

Val's tongue slid into my mouth. I put my arms around her and shifted to give my clit a better angle, I thought. I'd never actually done this as a competition. Before, if I got out of position, my partner and I just stopped, rearranged and went on. Often it was as much fun as the actual fucking.

Our breasts slithered against each other on a thin film of sweat, nipples catching to make syncopated counterpoints of arousal to the rapidly building orgasms in our enmeshed pussies. My nipples were longer than Val's, but hers were as hard. I decided we were evenly matched. Through the fog of sexual exertion, I had the uncomfortable thought I might lose, both the fight and Grace.

I shivered uncontrollably as an orgasm washed over me like standing in a yard of powerful lawn sprinklers. My sense of defeat disappeared when Val trembled beneath me, crying into my mouth. I tasted the salt of her tears with our blood. We lay still for several minutes, unable to move. I didn't have the energy to punch the defenseless woman beneath me.

An urge to do something, anything, gave my arms the strength to roll off my opponent onto my back. My tits and pussy ached, in a good way. In fact, everything ached in a good way. I'd just been in a fairly nasty fist fight, had the cuts and bruises to show for it, and had my pussy pounded by an expert. Yet, I was enjoying myself. Both eyes were swollen but not completely closed. That made me one up on Val who's left eye looked like someone had squirted reddish-purple goo into it and then glued it shut. We were even for breasts, we each had an additional cup size, at least for one tit, thanks to the swelling. But it was my crotch of which I was most proud. Even with the abuse and near domination by this woman, when I stroked it there was a responsive quiver. Yeah! I still had some left!

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Lying on my back, one leg draped over Val to make sure she knew I wasn't done, I looked at Grace. She'd stripped off her pants and had her hand stuck down the front of her thong. Damn. She was wearing a thong. For me. As I watched, she removed her fingers and stuck them in her mouth. A huge smile lit up her face as she spoke. "You are so fucking hot, Felicity! Don't stop. But don't wear yourself out. I have plans for you. Damn, girl, I never had anyone fight for me before!"

Val got to her knees, facing me, weaving dangerously. "I'm not done with you, cunt. Get up. I want to show the other cunt who's going to fuck her tonight."

"Spread your legs, you slaggy swamp-donkey. I'm going to wipe the vertical smile off your cunt." I had no idea what it meant, but it sounded good. Val seemed to think it was a hideous insult.

We slid our crotches together in a scissors trib, clit to clit, grabbing each other's neck to begin a debilitating slam-fuck. I got my tongue down Val's throat before she tried to do the same thing to me. The rough crotch contact gave me three orgasms in ten minutes; I counted four for Val, if I'd gotten a handle on the way she wheezed when she came. It made me overconfident; I was sure I had Val exhausted and close to collapse. As I pushed against her pussy, she moved sideways, away from me. I lost my balance and grip.

I found myself pinned tightly, Val behind me with her legs wrapped around my thighs, spreading them wide. A hand clasped my throat, stretching me across Val's body. Spread eagle on my back, I was helpless while Val reached her free hand around to tease my clit with her fingers, all the while nibbling at my ear and neck. The more I struggled, the tighter the embrace became until, weary after two climaxes in quick succession, I faded out, sobbing in orgiastic release.

Val let go. I curled up, waiting for my nerves to stop firing erratically and regain control of my body. The brunette rose, looking much steadier than I felt. She stood over Grace, who'd pulled her fingers out of the thong.

"You're not getting any of this." Grace held up her slick fingers "Not tonight, not ever. Felicity's not done. You are. Get her, love."

I staggered upright. Get her. Yeah, right. I felt like a taser had been connected to my crtotch and set for 'endless orgasm.' Val turned to me, the irritating sneer she'd given me a month ago firmly in place. I regretted helping her decide what to do. I should have just whacked her and fucked Grace all night. No, I had to get clever. Now, I was going get my butt--and cunt--kicked by a bitch who couldn't hold her beer.

Val lifted my chin, nothing I could do to stop her, smiling in a totally despicable way. "I'd say, 'No offense,' but you really pissed me off. I should thank you for giving me this idea. Thanks." She hit me in the face.

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I woke up with Val's pussy mashed over my mouth and nose. The fragrance was nice but breathing was hard, especially as my head was being held up by my hair. If I didn't get air soon and this clit out of my mouth... wait a minute. I bit hard, nearly getting my teeth together and hearing a satisfyingly desperate scream. It wasn't as good as the way Grace screamed, but then she did it for getting her clit bit in an entirely different way.

After two deep breaths, nicely scented with Val's pussy, I fell on her prone body, nose to crotch, burying my face between her legs. She hit me in the kidney; I slapped her slit. That loosened her legs so I got my mouth properly into the incredibly slick vaginal folds. A tongue slid along my pussy, licking me from clit to asshole. We rolled across the floor, struggling for position, mouths clamped on sexes. Whether by accident or design, our legs locked at the knees; we were conjoined, unable to separate. Our crotches were spread wide, dripping and ready. This was it, the last round.

Val was a so-so boxer and really good at tribbing, but I was a newly-expert cunt licker. I'd had four weeks of steady practice with a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and stopped for mouth-on instruction when she needed to make a point. I got my head twisted enough to see Grace from the corner of my eye. Her hands were back inside her thong, eyes sharp, tongue laving her lips, watching closely. I went back to work.

Val and I worked each other solidly for longer than I thought I'd ever go with a tongue at my clit and a finger in my ass. I raised the stakes with a finger in Val's ass, my lips sucking at the swollen and bruised clit, two fingers sluicing into the brunette's pussy as far as I could shove them. I was pleasantly tingly, all my earlier orgasms had put me in a place where I could enjoy the thrill but not let it control me. Val wasn't so lucky.

With each thrust of my tongue or fingers, she trembled a bit more. I licked fast then slow then fast again. I don't know how long it took, I was having a good time after nearly losing it all earlier. Whatever Val did, I gave it back more. I think I may have even smiled into the spasming pussy. I took her clit between my lips, sucked it firmly and pushed my fingers into pussy and ass one more time. I heard and felt a muffled whimper that rose to a groan and then a great gasp. Her mouth left my cunt; she cried out, rattling the walls.

I waited until I was sure she was done and pushed myself to my knees. I crawled across the rug to slide onto the couch next to Grace. I lay back, waiting for the room to stop wobbling. Grace stuck her fingers in my mouth. Nectar.

"Is she dead?" Grace seemed unconcerned.

I noticed the shallow rise of Val's breasts. "No. Just feeling the agony of de cunt. Bitch. Strong, though."

Grace leaned against me. "You fought for me. I said that already, didn't I? Oh, jeez, Felicity, that was just so..." She tilted my chin and kissed me. "My hero. Wanna fuck?"

I think I passed out because when I opened my eyes, Grace was at the kitchen counter pouring two glasses of bourbon. She sat on the couch and gazed at me.

"You had your drink yet today?"

I shook my head; the taste at Finnegan's didn't count. She handed me one of the glasses. We lay back, shoulders touching, sipping the amber liquid. Val roused, blinking. She put her head in her hands, her whole body slumped.

"Want a drink?" I asked, surprised at the offer. Grace put her hand on my thigh.

"No. Fuck you." Val spent some embarrassing moments finding her clothes and fumbling them on. Dressed--poorly--buttons askew, she glared at us, wiping cum and blood from her mouth. She looked like week-old hamburger.

"Door's that way." Grace pointed with her glass. "I expect we won't see you in the bar any more. Your parents and friends won't hear of this. Not from us. Unless somebody tries to squeeze Finnegan."

"I'll be back, Winsome. This isn't over."

"It is for me, Valerian. You show up again and I'll put you on the ground. No fucking, no mercy. Go home. Take what's left of your pride and your boy toys with you." I was sore, rubbed raw, blood ran from my nose again, but other than that I felt very, very good. Better than I had in... well, I couldn't ever remember feeling this good. Grace kissed my shoulder.

Val stumbled out the door; the room got a lot friendlier. Grace set a kitchen chair in front of the couch and we put our feet on it, sipping whiskey, heads together.

"Were you afraid?" I asked.

"No," Grace answered, squinching her nose in the way that always made me melt. "Well, maybe. But for you, not me. That bitch wanted you down and done. It was just a way to make you fight her, I think. Why did you fuck her, instead of just knocking her flat?" She watched me carefully.

"Seemed like a good idea at the time. You said you wanted to watch me in a fuck fight and screw me afterwards. Besides, she insulted you. I had to fight for your honor. I think you enjoyed it." I grinned lopsidedly. "So... what's next?"

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I don't remember getting into bed. I woke with the sun, washed and tended to. Grace lay snuggled against me, drooling on my nipple. In the dawn silence, I realized it wasn't Grace who'd needed saving. I went back to sleep.