Superhero Wives' Catfight
ye...@ccia.com
should be read by adults only. I have no
idea who wrote this story. It was posted
at the forum a few days ago. It is a good
piece of work but I thought it would be
better with a few changes and a sex scene
added by yours truly.
It's just another way my sick little mind
works. If the author wants his name on the
story to get the credit he deserves, I hope
he will contact me to let me know who he is.
And I hope they don't mind the changes I did
to the story.
Yenoc
Superhero Wives' Catfight
author unknown
International supermodel Mary Jane Watson-Parker
had traveled to Metropolis for one of the biggest
fashion shows on the East Coast that year, and
had taken up residence in a suite in one of the
city's most luxurious hotels.
She had already done her modeling bit for this
day, and now she was waiting for some reporter
for The Daily Planet newspaper to come to the
hotel and interview her.
MJ relaxed on the leather couch in her suite,
looking resplendent in a white blazer and
matching skirt, complete with white heels,
her long legs crossed one over the other as
she waited.
There was a knock on the door, and Mary Jane
got up and cordially admitted Lois Lane, Daily
Planet reporter extraordinaire. She looked
fantastic in a purple dress with matching pumps.
Normally Lois, a feisty, beautiful brunette,
covered real, hard news, not the society pages;
but she was doing it as a favor for a Planet
cohort - and besides, there were some pointed
questions she wanted to ask of the jet-setting
redhead.
The interview went well enough at first, Lois
asking the usual questions a reporter inquired
of a celebrity, and MJ making the usual celebrity
replies to reporter questions ... until Lois sprung
a surprise on her hostess.
“Reports in New York have linked you to the hero
known as Spider-Man, Mrs. Watson-Parker. Any
comment on that?”
Mary Jane looked aghast at Lois. Did she know
that the fabulous supermodel was indeed married
to that particular crime-fighter? But no, how
could this Lane woman know? She decided to play
dumb.
“Linked?” intoned the redhead. “Linked how?”
“Well, he’s saved your life on more than one
occasion, and rumor has it there’s something more
to your … relationship than the old hero saving
the damsel-in-distress routine.”
The model stared straight at Lois, feeling a
white-hot anger growing inside her. What the
hell was Lane asking these goddamn questions
for? Had someone revealed Mary Jane’s husband’s
secret identity to the reporter? Then a thought
crossed MJ's mind, and she smiled. Time to turn
the tables.
“Well, Miss Lane, it’s been said that Superman
saves your life on a routine, almost daily basis,
or so I’ve heard. Should I ask you if there’s
anything going on between you and him?”
Lois was taken aback, but only for a moment.
There was no way this little redheaded wench
could know that she was married to the Man of Steel.
“I’ll ask the questions here, miss, if you don’t
mind,” replied Lois sternly.
“Well, Miss Lane, as a matter of fact, I do mind.
This is sensationalism." "I think this interview
is over.” the reporter informed MJ.
“Fine! I’m not going to sit here and be insulted
by some know-nothing bitch like you, Lane! Now
leave!” Mary Jane replied.
“What did you call me, you little redheaded whore?”
“You heard me!” snapped the supermodel. “Want to
make something out of it?”
“You bet I do!” shot back the reporter.
“Fine then,” said Mary Jane. “Let’s fight it out
like women, then - I’m game if you are!”
“Name your game, then!” retorted Lois.
Mary Jane looked over at the queen-size bed and
smiled.
“We fight completely nude, beginning on the bed.
No rules, no holds barred. We fight until one of
us is out cold.”
“Fine by me!” snapped Lois, eager to begin.
Both women got up and stripped to the skin, and
then they faced each other naked on their knees
on the luxurious bed. Both women had looks and
bodies to die for. Both were absolutely gorgeous,
both with long tapering legs, huge full breasts,
and tight little asses to complement their fantastic
faces.
Mary Jane had long, flame-red hair that cascaded
down over shoulders and down her back, while Lois
kept her brown hair shoulder-length. Neither was
really a fighter, but neither was exactly afraid
to fight, either. They waited, hands upraised, for
the clock to chime the hour so they could tear into
each other tooth and nail.
Four bells later, the bout was joined as MJ lunged
forward to seize Lois by the throat with both hands
and squeeze ruthlessly, fingers crushing the reporter’s
neck. The brunette gasped for a second before joining
her hands and smashing them down on the bridge of
the supermodel’s nose.
A wounded Mary Jane let go and fell back on the bed,
Lois surging forward after her; but the redhead braced
her bare feet against the brunette's naked chest and
thrust her backwards on the bed. Regaining their knees,
the two beauties seized each other in grips of steel,
arms wrapped tightly about each other's upper bodies
as they rolled back and forth on the comforter.
Their long, tapering legs became totally entangled as
they fell sideways and fought and kicked for advantage,
neither woman able to gain the upper hand (or foot).
So lost were they in their struggle that they didn't
see the edge of the bed coming up until they had
rolled right off it and onto the floor with a heavy
thud.
Both women were dazed by the fall and began to sit
up slowly, but Lois recovered first. Getting behind
Mary Jane, she scissored the redhead's waist from
behind before draping her arms across Mary Jane's
neck in a headlock/chokehold.
MJ gasped as the breath was double-squeezed from
her body, but she managed to pitch forward until
she was on her knees, still under siege by the
brunette.
Rising slowly to her feet, with Lois still mounted
on her back, Mary Jane wrapped her long arms over
and underneath Lois’ smooth thighs until she herself
stood up straight (with Lois on her like a writhing,
wriggling backpack) and then the redhead steeled
herself for her counterattack.
She waited one, two, three seconds as Lois continued
to crush her at both ends, then Mary Jane drove
herself backwards at full speed until she crashed
into the wall behind them.
Stunned by the blow, Lois felt her grips loosen.
Two more back-first crashes into the wall and she
tumbled off of the redhead to land heavily on the
green-carpeted floor.
Mary Jane knew it was now her turn to make her
opponent pay, and she reached down to grab Lois
by the ankles before dragging her to the middle
of the room between the bed and television, the
carpet scraping and roughing up Lois’ tender breasts
and fleshy nipples.
The brunette sobbed slightly, but next thing she
knew she was being hoisted in the air and turned
180 degrees.
She then felt arms wrapping about her waist and
fists knotting in the small of her back, followed
by intense pressure, as MJ began crushing the
brunette in a classic textbook bearhug.
Lois’ arms splayed out helplessly to the sides
as Mary Jane intensified her vise-like hold,
squeezing the life from the brunette while bouncing
the dark-haired girl up and down on her toes.
Lois moaned audibly as she felt her spine snapping
under the relentless pressure; she saw Mary Jane's
blue eyes ablaze, her white teeth firmly clenched,
as the redhead funneled every ounce of effort into
her thin but strong arms.
Feeling the fight draining from her, Lois began to
push under Mary Jane's chin with both hands, trying
to push out of her foe's grasp, but the redhead only
reared back and lifted the brunette even higher into
the air before slamming Lois back down onto the soles
of her bare feet.
Frantic now, Lois decided to circumvent the immediate
problem by giving Mary Jane something else to concentrate
on. Her left hand clamped over the redhead's mouth,
while her right hand pinched Mary Jane's nostrils
shut to complete a perfect smother hold. Mary Jane's
eyes grew even wider as she struggled to breathe and
found no air coming in. She squeezed Lois even harder,
further damaging the brunette's back, but the other
woman's soft hands held fast over her pretty face.
Frantic herself now, MJ released the brunette from
her arms and seized Lois by the wrists, but then
Lois rammed her knee up into the redhead's crotch,
bone connecting on bone with a sharp crack. The
redhead whimpered and whined, but her cries were
muffled by Lois’ suffocating hands.
Desperate to escape as the room began to swirl
around her from lack of oxygen, Mary Jane pulled
and tugged like mad, using up her much of her air
in the process, until finally she wrenched free
and gasped for breath, sweaty breasts heaving and
falling as she sucked in sweet lungfuls of air.
Her mini-victory was short-lived, though, as Lois
again drove her knee up into Mary Jane's womanhood,
dropping the anguished redhead to her own knees.
Lois then spun her enemy around and threw her face
first against the dresser, hard.
MJ was stunned and offered no resistance as Lois
reached down in front of her and grabbed the redhead's
pert breasts.
She pulled the redhead up to her feet and began
mauling her antagonist's mammaries from behind,
their respective ecstasy and agony fully apparent
in the mirror in front of them - Lois grinning
wickedly in domination, Mary Jane suffering silently
with eyes shut tight.
The brunette continued to rough up the redhead
in this manner for the next few moments, Mary
Jane's soft fleshy mounds like silly putty in
Lois’ greedy, grasping hands, until the brunette
slammed Mary Jane down headfirst into the dresser
again.
The redhead was almost knocked cold by the blow,
but hung in there as she clutched at the dresser
and tried to regain her feet. She stumbled the
first time, and then the second, displacing the
drawer in front of her, but she began to rise
slightly on the third attempt.
A wicked thought crossed Lois’ mind as this new
opportunity arose in front of her. She knew she
really shouldn't - but she also figured when would
she ever have the chance to do this again, especially
to a supermodel?
Smiling evilly as she grabbed Mary Jane by the back
of the shoulders, Lois forced the redhead down again
until Mary Jane's breasts were all the way inside
the open drawer; then she released the redhead and
pushed the drawer shut hard - with Mary Jane's hanging
tits in the way.
Mary Jane wanted to scream, but Lois quickly covered
her mouth with one hand to stifle the redhead in a
smother hold, while using her other hand to keep
pressing the drawer forward, and her voluptuous body
to bash against the redhead’s back, the brunette
assaulting Mary Jane's chest as if it were stuck
in a trash compactor.
Tears spilled from MJ's eyes, but not just from pain.
Her anger rising as her consciousness fully returned,
a furious Mary Jane lashed back with an elbow and
caught Lois square in the cunt, knocking the brunette
back with a gasp onto the bed. Mary Jane turned violently
to wrench herself free from the drawer, and then dove
on the bed and onto Lois.
Seizing the advantage as Lois tried to cover up, Mary
Jane grabbed the brunette by the hair before flattening
herself down against her foe and forcing her bouncing
boobs over the brunette's face in a classic breast-smother.
Lois clawed at Mary Jane's shoulders with her nails
and scissored the redhead's waist with her long legs,
but Mary Jane continued to hump and grind her fantastic
chest against Lois’ fabulous face, cutting off her
opponent’s oxygen.
Their furry red and brown pussies ground together
as they strained against one another, both women
feeling ecstasy even as they fought against each
other.
MJ held Lois’ head even tighter, the soft flesh
of her huge breasts completely filling Lois’ breathing
passages, the brunette's jaws too constrained to open
and bite her way free as she had done before in these
catfighting situations.
Lois’ legs fell limply away from about Mary Jane's
torso as she weakened in the other woman's all-encompassing
grip, her strength sapping as her air ran out.
Finally, when Lois was on the verge of passing out,
Mary Jane released her prey and got up off her. Getting
behind the brunette, Mary Jane pushed Lois up onto
her apple of an ass before reaching underneath the
brunette's legs to grab her under the knees.
Mary Jane then reared back to put terrible pressure
on Lois’ legs and lower back, but the exhausted brunette
could offer no resistance. She simply whimpered and
scrunched her airborne toes, her helplessness evident
in the mirror.
MJ held Lois this way for the next minute or two,
biting down on a toe or two of the brunette's to
hurt her a little bit more, before sliding her
soft hands down to the brunette's brown-furred
crotch.
"No," whispered a frightened Lois. "No, don't …"
"Shhh!" whispered Mary Jane back harshly.
Once there, Mary Jane's fingers began to pry Lois’
fleshy pussy lips apart, spreading them wider and
wider until Lois was fighting madly to both stay
conscious and not cum all over the comforter.
The redhead was in ecstasy, probing the forbidden
flesh with her long red nails, scratching lightly
every so often while also jamming a finger home
from time to time to make the brunette shudder
like a leaf. Oh, how the redhead wished she had
a plunger with her.
Mary Jane then released her hold, sank her hands
into Lois’ pliable ass cheeks, and pushed Lois
forward to the corner edge of the bed. Rolling
the brunette over by the shoulders, Mary Jane
again flattened herself atop her foe and entwined
her long legs under and over Lois’, locking her
ankles around the brunette's until she had achieved
a perfect grapevine.
She also bound Lois’ wrists tightly with her own
hands, to prevent any sudden counterattacks.
Lois’ head lolled just over the edge of the soft
luxurious bed, and Mary Jane decided to finish
the fight for good.
First she bit down on Lois’left breast, chewing
heartily on the erect brown nipple and the soft
surrounding white flesh, as Lois squealed softly,
hoping it would end soon, the brunette knowing she
was going down to defeat but too tired to really
resist any more. A minute or more later, and the
redhead decided to go for the coup-de-grace.
Her face right in Lois’, MJ locked both of her
hands about the brunette's throat and began to
squeeze methodically, making short sharp thrusts
with her thumbs and hands.
The two beauties bounced up and down on the bed,
Lois growing more subservient, Mary Jane growing
more frenzied the harder she choked her victim,
until the redhead almost had her orgasm right
then and there.
Lois’ throat felt good in Mary Jane’s hands as
they sank deeper into its soft, yielding flesh.
The brunette had no leverage and no route of escape,
she could only scratch at the back of her attacker's
shoulders as she felt her consciousness slipping away.
The hands held, pulling the brunette's head up and
down slightly as their pressure slowly but steadily
increased. Both women's eyes were shut tight in respective
ecstasy and agony as before, with the roles reversed
this time.
Lois’ resistance grew ever feebler, the breath being
squeezed bodily from the beautiful brunette by the
gorgeous redhead.
In a final act of defiance, Lois inserted two long
fingers into Mary Jane’s waiting snatch, digging,
thrusting, scratching, and penetrating with her
blood-red nails, as the redhead moaned long and
loud in response.
Totally turned on now, Mary Jane bent down low
and pressed her wet lips hard over Lois’ in a long,
sensual kiss, tongues grappling and wrestling with
each other's as they hungrily devoured one another's
mouths.
A final thrust of the lovely redhead's gripping,
squeezing hands; a final languid gasp from the
anguished, fading brunette and then they both
exploded, soaking the sheets with thick torrents
of cum - and then both battlers were still.
*************************************************
Both women rested for a few minutes. Lois was tired
and still breathing hard from the fight. While MJ
was pumped up and found herself still horny. She
glanced over at Lois and found her pussy getting
wetter with each passing second. The model moved
closer to the reporter and started running her
hands along Lois' body.
Mary Jane placed her palm on one of Lois' knees.
Lois felt herself trembling with a desire that
was strange, a heat that grew inside her. She watched
MJ's hand move higher, caressing in circles on
her thigh now. There was an increase in her breathing
rate, and she heard the gasping sounds of MJ's breath.
Lois found herself very attracted to the redhead and
wanted to make love to the model.
Mary Jane took Lois' hand and drew it toward her
golden thigh. As her palm was placed halfway up
that thigh, Lois felt a sudden lurching between
her legs. Her cunt had swelled and was moist now,
her clit throbbing. MJ was holding her wrist, moving
her palm up and down the thigh.
Lois heard the girl's soft sigh. Mary Jane released
her wrist, but Lois left her hand on that hot thigh,
moving it slowly by herself now.
They continued looking into each other's eyes, and
Lois moved her hand higher. She felt the tightness
of her pussy with the tips of her fingers, and MJ
opened her legs and spread them widely, leaning back
and bracing herself with her hands.
"I like to be touched," Mary Jane said in a low
voice. "You want to touch me, don't you, Lois?
I know you want to touch me."
Lois couldn't seem to stop herself. Her fingers
moved slowly about Mary Jane's crotch, finding
her pussy moist. She traced the puffy cunt lips,
then dragged her finger up and down the slit of
her pussy. MJ mewled and twisted her ass on the
bed.
Lois' palm cupped her wet cunt.
She felt the heat of that succulent cunt burning
into her hand, and she rubbed it gently, lightly.
Mary Jane whimpered with pleasure and began to
grind her pussy slowly against the reporter's
hand.
Lois was not thinking of anything, only of the
delight she felt at touching this sweet cunt.
Mary Jane lifted her hips, bringing her pussy
tighter into Lois' hand, mewling softly. "Mmmmm,
you touch me so good, Lois. I love being touched
this way."
The model sprawled back on the bed, her arms
lifted above her head, that red hair fanning out
around that sweet face. Lois was sitting between
MJ's spread thighs, gazing hotly between them.
She ran her hands, both of them now, up and
down those creamy smooth thighs, feeling the
trembling heat of that skin.
Before she knew it, Lois was leaning over, kissing
just above a dimpled knee. Mary Jane was twisting.
her ass about in pleasure, gurgling with delight.
As she slipped her tongue out and began to lick
at MJ's thigh, Lois felt her own pussy pulsing
in a fiery desire.
With her tongue lapping slowly along the thigh,
she kept fondling the other. She found her lips
gliding higher and higher on Mary Jane's thigh
then she was licking the soft, sensitive flesh
only a few inches from that bubbling cunt. Shifting
her face, Lois licked at the other thigh, her eyes
closed with this ecstasy she was feeling.
Her tongue went up and down the girl's thighs, licking
mostly along the inner surfaces where it was most
sensitive. Her hands moved up and down the outside,
and over MJ's rounded hips. Mary Jane was cooing
and writhing her hips about, arching her pussy up.
The fresh, clean scent of her cunt was sweet to
Lois' senses, and she gazed for a moment at the
bulge of that cunt. Again she stroked a fingertip
up and down the girl's crotch.
A growl came from Lois' throat.
She shoved her mouth to Mary Jane's cunt, sucking
at her moist lips. She pulled at the girl's clit
with her white teeth, then lapped her tongue up
and down, tasting the wetness of that delicious
cunt.
"Ooooo," Mary Jane moaned. "Mmmm ... ohhh, yes, Lois!"
Lois felt MJ's hands on her cheeks, trying to guide
her lips and tongue. She felt the girl press her
cunt into her mouth, and she began to lick with
swift movements at those thin panties.
Mary Jane lifted her thighs and pressed them against
Lois' face. The satiny feel of MJ's thighs on her
face sent a tremble of intense desire rumbling about
her body, and she whimpered into the girl's pussy.
Lois' hands moved under the model's lifted ass. She
cupped Mary Jane's ass cheeks, finding them tight
and firm and fitting perfectly in her palms. Then
her mouth was tasting the wetness of MJ's cunt.
The girl had pulled her pussy lips wide, exposing
her vagina to Lois' tongue and lips. The reporter
did not hesitate; she began to lick her tongue up
and down the puffy cunt lips, tasting the sugary
sweetness of this delightful girl.
She twisted her tongue about MJ's throbbing little
clit, then closed her hot lips on it, sucking hard.
Mary Jane shoved her cunt harder in to Lois' face
and began to grind.
"Oooo, inside me," Mary Jane was pleading. "Ohhh,
Lois, put your tongue inside me!"
Lois' tongue shot into MJ's cunt, feeling the
honeyed cunt lips tighten. She thrust her tongue
in and out, feeling Mary Jane's cunt flex about
it.
She sucked at the seeping pussy juices, swallowing
as her mouth filled. The slippery sweetness was
delicious to Lois, and she plunged her tongue in
and out like a cock, fucking the girl's cunt almost
frantically, digging her fingers into that tight
little ass.
Mary Jane gurgled and twisted, tossing her
crotch up and down, rubbing her cunt into Lois'
face with frenzied motions.
"Ahhh, lick me, Lois," MJ moaned in a sobbing,
soft voice, grinding excitedly, "Oooo, lick me,
lick me!"
Lois was now on her knees, her ass in the air,
her face buried tightly into Mary Jane's crotch,
sucking and licking that sweet cunt. She waggled
her ass when spasms of pleasure rippled through
her cunt. She dug her fingers hard into the firm
cheeks of MJ's ass, trying to shove her face as
tightly as she could into the steaming cunt.
Her tongue fucked in and out of those tight cunt
lips, lapping about the rigid, throbbing pussy.
Lois was moaning softly as she sucked and licked
Mary Jane's cunt.
MJ pressed the back of Lois' head into her cunt
and grinded her pussy ecstatically against the
woman's sucking, licking mouth.
Her hot thighs scissored about Lois' head. Waves
of gentle orgasms were going off between Lois' thighs,
her cunt convulsing in liquid heat. Wet sounds
filled the room as her tongue lapped furiously at
Mary Jane's tasty cunt.
She buried her tongue as deep as she could into
the sugary, syrupy pussy, flicking it against the
satiny cunt walls, feeling MJ's clit convulsing
against her upper lip. Lois was thrilled to feel
Mary Jane's succulent cunt lips squeezing her
tongue as she fucked it in and out.
The sounds of MJ's sobbing voice as she came excited
Lois as much as eating this pussy did.
"Oh, God!" Mary Jane was whimpering. "Oh, God...
Oh, God! I'm coming, Lois! Oooooo, I'm coming ... so
good ... so beautiful!"
Laura held the girl's twisting little ass tightly,
feeling her ass cheeks flex in her hands as she
fucked her tongue in and out of the spasming cunt.
Her own pussy was going through a series of orgasms.
Her body shook, her up thrust ass waving about as
she came.
Lois held her mouth against Mary Jane's cunt, feeling
the girl starting to relax, her body going limp. She
gently let MJ's ass down, then pulled her hands away.
She lowered her own ass and sat back, leaning against
the wall, her legs straight out before her. She was
still shaking from the pleasure. Her cheeks and chin
were wet from MJ's cunt, and her lips felt slightly
puffy, bruised. She watched with heavy, unfocused eyes
as Mary Jane lay where she was, legs still spread.
Finally Mary Jane struggled up, crossing her legs again
in front of her. Her dark eyes were sparkling and she
was smiling happily.
"I know you wanted to lick me, Lois," she said in her
soft, whispery voice. "I knew you would lick me when
I saw the way you looked at me when you came in here.
That was more than Lois knew. Lois shivered, seeing
those bold eyes, wondering how a girl so young could
see and understand so much. She had felt excitement
seeing Mary Jane's pussy open before her.
She had not intended to lick the young girl's pussy,
not on a conscious level, anyway. The two females
went at it again and by the end of their second bout
of love making, Lois had passed out from exhaustion.
They lay there together for a long while, like lovers
in climax. Only Mary Jane was still awake - barely.
She brushed a shock of matted wet hair from Lois’
silent face, ran her crimson-tipped fingers across
the other woman's soft lips.
Then the redhead crushed the brunette's left breast
with her right hand, and squeezed her opponent’s wet
cunt with her left, harder and harder with each hand,
for what seemed like an eternity, before relaxing both
grips, her bare hands still in place on her rival’s
prone body.
Then Mary Jane rested her head on Lois’ ample chest
and heaved a sigh of relief, before drifting off to
sleep atop her vanquished prey.
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