A hardcore cat fight! (pathetic whore ending)

You haven't been in a physical fight with a girl since junior high school, and that was mostly hair-pulling, but as you realize Sara Cleft is about to smack your mouth, drenched in her husband's salty spunk, the adrenaline kicks in. It's too late to avoid the first blow. She slaps you, hard, right across your face, whipping your heading around and stinging your cheek and lips. You screech and fly at her, knocking her back into the night stand and knocking over the lamp with a crash of breaking glass.

"Stop it!" cried Tom Cleft.

Sara twists her fingers in your hair and you scratch her with your nails, opening three red slashs across her breast. It looks worse than it is, but you don't have time to contemplate as she yanks your head back and slams you onto your back on the floor. You cry out in pain and then shriek in agony as she grabs one of your hard little nipples and pinches it and twists it so hard it feels like she's trying to tear it off.

"Girls, please! Stop fighting!"

Mr. Cleft is ignored. You and Sara wrestle and scratch on the floor, legs and knees kicking out, thighs scissoring together. Your youth may provide you with an advantage in stamina, but Sara has at least 20 pounds on you and seems incredibly strong. She finally gets you face down on the floor, your big breasts crushed painfully beneath you into the hardwood, and Sara kneels on your back with one arm twisted behind your back.

"Mercy," you moan, afraid she's going to wrench your arm out of socket.

Sara leans down and whispers in your ear, her breasts, damp with sweat, pressed into your back, her breath hot over your neck. "You're a little slut, aren't you? Little whore."

"Yessss," you cry, tears dropping from your eyes.

"Do you know what little whores get?" she asks and laces the fingers of one hand in your hair, yanking your head back. "Whores get ass fucked. Is that what you deserve?"

"Yesss," you cry as she twists your arm.

"Good," she laughs and her weight lifts from your back. You remain in that position until she lefts you up onto your knees with a foot stool slid beneath your breasts. She twists your other arm behind your back and ties your wrists together with the ribbon you wore earlier.

"Good, you're hard," Sara says to her husband, who has watched the whole catfight in disbelief. "Let me get her lubed up for you."

You gasp as you feel Sara's hot tongue crawl between your ass cheeks. Your tender hole responds to her prodding and her tongue wriggles inside you. She rims your ass, as she has many times before, but she is aggressive and spears your tight pucker with her tongue. When she is satisfied with your wet butt hole she rises and guides her husband to your ass. His cock feels huge as it parts your cheeks and spears slowly into your tender hole. You bite your lip and try to remain silent.

"Fuck her good," says Sara. "Hard. It's what she deserves."

Tom is gentle at first, filling your ass with his throbbing meat inch-by-inch, but soon he is obeying his wife's urgings to "fuck that little slut's ass" and "pound her hole raw." She announces "I'm going to put her tongue to use" and as you are fucked your view is filled with the plump, white mounds of Sara Cleft's bottom. She leans forward, the position spreading her cheeks and exposing the lightly discolored knot of her asshole. Her crack is juicy with sweat and you can feel the heat of her tender hole radiating against your face. She backs up and you are buried in her soft flesh, your nose and mouth in her crack, your tongue leaping out immediately to slather her hole and worship her clenched ass.

You moan against her ass and she fucks back against your face, impaling her tight passage on your wriggling tongue. Her husband grips your ass and slams into you again and again, flesh slapping loudly. This continues until you can barely breathe and are in quite a lot of pain. Mr. Cleft announces "I'm cumming" and you feel him stiffen and pump your bowels full of his hot broth. Sara Cleft cries out as well and frigs her pussy ferociously as you tongue her clenching sphincter. It ripples around your tongue and you know she is having her own orgasm.

After you've all cum you collapse forward, a bit of cum bubbling from your ass as you lay panting, ass up and head down. Sara admires her husband's handywork.

"She's my gift to you," says Sara. "Our next door neighbor is hungry for cock, day and night. A real whore for us to have fun with."

Mr. Cleft laughs, finally in on the joke, and they sink into the bed, kissing and fondling, leaving you sore and used beside the bed. Your relationship as it was with Mrs. Cleft has ended, but because of lust or past love you find yourself drawn back in to the Cleft house in the coming days. Sara and Tom treat you like a plaything, using you as they please, fucking you or simply tying you up and punishing you. The acts become increasingly depraved as the summer wears on, they coerce you into things you never even imagined, but you go along with it.

Because you're a pathetic whore and you deserve it.