Competition

By Montrose

Buying a house is hell. Something always goes wrong at the closing. But I was getting a great deal because the seller was so motivated. The husband was in a wheel chair with casts and pins everywhere. The wife was an attractive little thing who ran the entire process. She's the one who took my first bid, no questions asked.

I was shocked because I had bid so low! What was wrong with the place? Had my inspector missed something? Finally, after all the papers were signed I pulled her aside and asked, "If it's not too personal, can you tell me why you were in such a hurry to sell?"

She looked me up and down. Her eyes drifted to the bulge in my pants and lingered there, as so many women's eyes will. "You're bound to find out soon enough anyway, a man like you." she murmured. She pointed to her crippled husband. "That man was perfectly fine four months ago. Then those two women from across the street got to him." She looked up into my eyes. "They'll get to you too."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. I remembered seeing two gorgeous women eyeing me from their front doors as I came to look at the house. One was a tall and voluptuous Italian looking woman, the other less rounded but also tall. I remember seeing the Italian woman one afternoon busy in her garden wearing tight jean cut-offs. When she saw me looking she bent over and gave me a fantastic view of her ample rump. My cock twitched as I remembered.

"You better keep a muzzle on that thing if you want to stay in one piece." said the young woman in front of me now. She brushed my groin with the back of her small hand as if by accident. "Those women are merciless. They destroyed my husband in a single day and left me with the pieces. I don't blame him." She looked up into my eyes. "They exude sex-appeal. If they wanted me I would go to them right now." She blushed. "And I'm not normally like that..." She eyed my groin wistfully. "Not with women, anyway."

The poor girl needed it bad and her lout of a husband got banged up porking the neighbor women? I felt nothing but contempt for that husk in the chair. I took his wife in my arms and smothered her with kisses. He whimpered, but she was willing and malleable on my hands. I petted her openly.

When I pushed her back from my lips she clutched me and kept her hips pressed to mine, breathing hard. I would have taken her to a hotel and hump her as her husband watched, just to tick him off, but she was not my type. Too small and delicate. I'm not bragging when I say, I would have split her open. But she wanted me openly in front of her husband, and that is what I wanted to accomplish. The bastard had it coming.

"Maybe I'll get them back for you." I told her. "Maybe I'll hurt them a little."

She slid her groin up and down against the log in my pants. "Oh god." she purred. "Maybe you will! But be careful! I watched them destroy men every day I was in that house. There own husbands are dead, you know."

As I left she called out after me. "Thank you! Call me if you want me for anything!"

I sat on the porch as the movers carried my boxes and furniture inside. Soon the two women began watching from their front doors, not trying to hide and not entirely clothed. I checked their mail boxes for names. The big one was Mrs. Giovani. She was a fully packed six footer, 40ish. Mrs. Swanson was also quite tall, but lighter, a youngish 25 year old. Soon I would make them both squeal for mercy, I thought.

Then the mailman came into view. Strangely, quietly, both front doors shut. He approached Mrs. Swanson's door on tiptoe. Suddenly she lunged out and grabbed him. He struggled and tried to break free, but she overpowered him, lifted him, and carried him into her home slamming the door behind her. I was amazed! He must have out-weighed her by 40 pounds! But she took him like a spider takes a fly!

Mrs. Giovani's door cracked open for a moment, then closed again.

An hour later the mailman staggered out of Mrs. Swanson's home with his shirt un-tucked looking dazed and tired. When he got to Mrs. Giovani's door she opened it wearing a teddy that strained to conceal her ample flesh.

He fell to his knees and appeared to be begging. Mrs. Giovani motioned him inside and he obediently crawled in. She gave me a wink, left her front door open, and followed the mailman in.

Of course I had to see what was going on. I slipped across the street and peered in the open door. I could hear coughing and gasping, and a faint voice, "Please Mrs. You're killing me! I can't breath. I'll do anything. Just please stop." and so on. I walked in and turned the corner into the living room. Mrs. Giovani, now naked, held the mailman's head between her firm thighs and was squeezing the life from him. She flexed and relaxed, casually watching his head turn various colors. She winked at me. "What took you so long?" she asked. I stood amazed. "You are magnificent." I murmured. All I could do was admire her power and beauty. She had the most outstanding rack I could ever imagine. "Yes, I know." She said. "Pardon me while I finish him off."

She dropped his head to the floor and slipped her meaty muff up over his face. I had a marvelous view from her ass end. She dropped her quim down over his nose and mouth, then sat with all her formidable weight.

He twitched and jerked, trying to get air to no avail. His pathetic struggle was barely enough to jiggle Mrs. Giovani's big ass. The fainter his struggle became the stiffer my cock became.

Mrs. Giovani looked over her shoulder at me. "My oh my. You look like you could hurt someone with a load like that, dear boy."

I gathered my wits. "That's what I came to do." I replied. I meant it to sound threatening, but I didn't even convince myself.

She lifted her clam from the silent postman's face and told me. "Then go right ahead, big boy. Hurt me all you can."

In a flash I whipped out my shaft and stuffed the head up Mrs. Giovani's muff. This is when most girls jump up and run screaming from the room. Mrs. Giovani only moaned... happily. I slid my tube half way in, stopping out of habit. Mrs. Giovani arched her back and drove herself full onto my cock.

"Oh fuck yes!" she snarled. "Fuck me you stud! Stretch out my meat! God YES!"

Finally, I thought, a woman that can manage my cock. I started humping her for all I was worth. But with each stroke my sack brushed up and down the mailman's quiet face. Was he dead? The idea made me nervous and unsure.

"Quit holding back!" yelled Mrs. Giovani and then she took control. She slammed her ass against me chest and knocked me to the floor. Still inserted, she plopped her fanny on my chest, pinned my legs under her arms, and flopped her tits onto my upside down ass. Then she pumped me by sliding her hips up and down on my stiff snake. The felling was great except that her ass kept slamming my head down onto the floor with every backstroke! I faded in and out a couple times as she rose to greater and more powerful orgasms! She started hopping up and down on me like a pogo pony. When she finally held still for a prolonged, quivering climax she nearly killed me with her asshole planted square on my nose. Her cheeks engulfed my head. Light and air were distant memories.

And then she collapsed, sweaty and satisfied. Not in the least bit hurt. She rolled off of me and looked back at me, with some respect I thought. "Not bad, big boy, not bad." she puffed. My still hard penis waved back in her face. I just gasped for air.

Then the front door opened and slammed. "Here she comes." said Mrs. Giovani. and she stood up on top of the still peaceful mailman. In walked Mrs. Swanson.

She ignored the mailman. She pointed to me. "How the hell did you get him in here!" She shouted.

"My dear girl," said Mrs. Giovani softly, "I don't have to resort to dragging men into my home like some people. He just came over begging for it."

I could see that Mrs. Swanson wanted to have it out with Mrs. Giovani, but everyone in the room knew that she didn't stand a chance. Mrs. Giovani would have mopped the floor with her. Instead she stooped to insults.

"And it looks like he made a bad choice." she waved at my iron hard meat. "That is not the sign of a satisfied man now is it!"

"I suppose you think you can satisfy him?" asked Mrs. Giovani. I could tell she had something up her sleeve.

"Right here and now, bitch! Just hand him over!"

Mrs. Giovani stepped down from the mailman and gave me a kiss. My cock throbbed from her touch. Then she whispered in my ear. "Take the little cunt's face."

Will you let him have his way?" Asked Mrs. Giovani of Mrs. Swanson.

"Anything he wants." growled Mrs. Swanson. I could see she was getting eager for it.

I obeyed the massive beast that had just fucked me to within an inch of my life. "I want to take your face." I said.

Mrs. Swanson looked pale, but was not about to back down. She dropped to her knees and licked my long thick shaft several times. "You taste good Mrs. Giovani." she whispered from her knees. "I'll give you that." Then she opened her mouth wide and tried to slide my dick-head inside. She failed.

I worked my cock around the front of her mouth, stretching her jaw until her lips nearly split. Finally my head popped in. From her knees Mrs. Swanson looked up at me with fear in her eyes. As usual, this experience made my rod grow even more. She whimpered and tried to back off. She failed again. Mrs. Giovani slipped up behind me, grabbed Mrs. Swanson's head, and violently rammed my cock fully down Mrs. Swanson's tight little throat. I spasmed out three quick strokes, then held still, fully inserted and diamond cutter hard. Mrs. Swanson was now choking to death on my meat. I watched, stunned until Mrs. Giovani pulled me out just after Mrs. Swanson turned blue. The girl fell to the floor gasping and clutching her throat. "Let me show you how that's done, child." And she dropped to her knees beside me. She gobbled my rod up in a flash and slipped it effortlessly up and down her constricting throat. She placed her hands under my ass and lifted me, sliding my cock up through her tits to her face and back down again over and over. It was the most remarkable sexual experience I have ever had. It was like a cross between a carnival ride and a blue ribbon blowjob!

Mrs. Giovani Saw me about to explode and tried to slip my head into her mouth. Instead I blasted all over her face and chest. She laughed and set me down on my feet as I pumped another all over the hapless Mrs. Swanson at our feet. Then Mrs. Giovani turned me and took my final load down her throat.

Covered in goo, this Italian goddess looked down at the recovering girl and said, "Any questions, child?"

"Just one." replied Mrs. Swanson as she wiped my cum from her eyes. "Are you done with him now?"

Mrs. Giovani looked at my now limp meat and nodded. "Yes. You may have what is left." And she walked away.

In a furry, and before I could react, Mrs. Swanson scooped me up onto her shoulders and marched out of the house with me. We were in her home in a matter of seconds but that time outside was humiliating - being carried like a sack of wheat by this thin girl with my manhood wagging back and forth... Once inside she slapped me all over her house. I've never come up against faster hands. I never blocked a single blow and never landed one of my own! My cheeks burned as her hands slapped my face back and forth, over and again! As I ducked and back-peddled, she tripped me onto the couch.

She leaped onto me and clenched her legs around my throat. I struggled under her until we fell from the coach, but she never lost control of my neck. I pleaded for mercy. I pleaded for my life. She showed no mercy.

"Fuck you." She spat. "This is for humiliating me in front of that cow next door! I want you to promise me you'll never fuck her again!"

"I promise! I swear!"

She stood and stepped on my neck with her heals, digging into my wind-pipe. "You're a lying sack of shit." she snarled down at me. "Do you know what I do to lying sacks of shit?"

Then she pulled me up by my hair. She ripped my shirt off. She gasped to see my rippled stomach and muscular shoulders. I felt ashamed to be so over-powered by this young wisp of a girl as big as I am, but I could do nothing about it. I never stood a chance against her devastating and relentless attack.

After she stopped ogled my chest she grabbed my hair again and slammed me against a wall, pushed me upright and proceeded to punch my guts out. I was too beaten to even raise a fist. When she was done she stepped aside and I fell gasping at her feet.

As I lay helpless on the floor, she ripped her dress and panties off, sat on my face, and snarled a threat. "Now eat me, you bastard. Make me cum so hard I see stars or I'll smother you to death with my cunt!" Her hot clam dripped on my tongue, and I went to work. With visions of that man in the wheel chair in my head, I believed every word she said. I lapped at her quivering twat for life itself. And cum and see stars she did. She rode my skull well into the night, smashing my head hard into her groin and even harder into the floor as she jerked and howled! Sometimes the full strength of a female orgasm is a frightening thing. But she did not kill me.

The next day I put my house up for sale. That neighborhood ain't safe!