The Block - Day 1
Posted: 06 Sep 2011, 21:37Erin stalked over across the wet grass,. her long muscular legs pumping she was making a beeline straight for her neighbour as she was unloading the groceries. “You bitch! Stop right there!”
Tiffany wheeled around, her green eyes on fire as she spun, her long brown hair spilling down over her shoulders of her white blouse. Balancing a bag of groceries on a tanned leg, she had to admit that for her late 30s Erin’s obsession with half marathons kept her fit, even if the short strawberry blonde hair did make her look rather butch.
“What the hell is your problem?” she asked haughtily, while they were friends going back to childhood the last few years had been strained by the tensions between their daughters and the thought that the other had married a complete ass meant that there was always an edge between them.
“That little skank of yours threw Sam’s backpack into our pool and refused to apologize.” Erin growled as she shoved Tiffany’s shoulder.
“Well maybe if Trish didn’t get shoved into the pool by Sam…”, Tiffany responded, trying to keep the grocery bag balanced.
“Well when your supposed friend tells you she got fingered by your boyfriend at your birthday party…”
“Isn’t that how you met John. Kim’s birthday if I recall?”, Tiffany fired back, ice in her voice.
Erin turned red, grabbed the carton of milk, yanked off the cap as Tiffany started to protest and in one motion Erin dumped the gallon jug over Tiffany’s head. Tiffany’s eyes went wide and her mouth went into a perfect O as the bag of groceries slid down onto her foot. “You, you, you…!” was all she could get out as her blouse was soaked her pale blue bra was showing through and her jean shorts were now dark as rivulets of milk ran down her legs.
“Yeah, little miss perfect, I did that.”. Reaching over she popped open the egg carton and grabbed a couple of eggs, smashing them down on Tiffany’s head as she was busy gathering the groceries up from the driveway. Tiffany shrieked as the yolks, shells and white oozed over her head and matted clumps of it together. Pressing her advantage Erin grabbed the maple syrup, ripped the foil anti-tamper cap off and slowly poured it over Tiffany’s head. She poured the thick, dark syrup from side to side over Tiffany’s head and down over her arms and top.
Curling up against the bumper Tiffany squealed as the syrup was poured over her. She felt gross and disgusting at the eggs on her hair and head, but this, this was just making it worse. Trying to protect herself meant that syrup was going down the back of her neck and up her arms. Her shirt was sticking to her, half sliding off a shoulder, but it was translucent and showed off the blue bra she had underneath it. Tiffany’s heart was pounding in her ears as drops of syrup splattered down over her legs.
Erin’s cheeks were flushed as she just found herself unable to stop the onslaught. The squealing of this girl she had known all her life as she rubbed a big handful of grape jelly around syrupy, egg slimed hair and over Tiffany’s face. Feeling her victim struggling against her arm as she had the purple sticky goo rubbed over her arms, face and shoved into her cleavage.. Smiling, Erin reached over to another bag and got the 2 litre bottle of vegetable oil. Flicking the cap off she doused Tiffany with it until she was totally shining and glistening in the early morning sun. This oily assault set off a new round of squealing, screaming and sobbing before Erin took one look at this woman she had put up with most her life, reaching into a bag, picking up the confectioner’s sugar and dumping the fine powdery mess over Tiffany’s head. With the oil and syrup it quickly turned into a white gluey mess of hyper sweetness and Tiffany was shuddering with disgust.
Wiping her hands she bent down on her haunches, rubbed her hand into the mess on the now ghost looking Tiffany’s hair. Tiffany was blubbering and sobbing now and Erin wiped her hands off and stood up to walk away. “Don’t mess with me and don’t mess with my little girl.” she said as she started to walk off.
Her heart pounding her ears, Tiffany felt the snot running out of her nose, mixing with the paste that had forming on her. Her top was ruined and she felt sticky and disgusting, she prided herself, perhaps a bit too much on her appearance, but this…this was uncalled for. Her vision going red and not caring any more she stood up, grabbed the nearest bag of groceries and ran. Several steps later, half chased after and tackled Erin onto the recently watered grass, both of them sliding, the grocery bag banging into Erin‘s head. Erin went down hard and Tiffany managed to straddle Erin’s now filthy back. “You’ll pay for this bitch!”, Tiffany barked as she started to break the remaining eggs from carton over Erin’s head, then into the back of her shorts, spanking her hard to break them, slime and goo oozing into Erin’s panties, dripping down her face and cheeks. Her hair was filled with shell and slime, broken streams of yellow yolk oozed over her face as she shook her head, but the slime stuck to her.
“Get off me you slut!”, Erin wailed as Tiffany finished off the last eggs against her head, rubbing them into her hair before digging her fingernails into a large, juicy tomato to break the skin, then rubbing it hard in in Erin’s face. Getting another she rubbed it into Erin’s hair, then shoved one in the back of Erin’s shorts and sat on it. Erin squealed as the pulped tomato oozed around her ass and crotch. She screamed and tried harder to get out from under Tiffany. Spying the jar of tomato sauce, Tiffany used the bag to pop the top and poured the extra thick sauce over Erin’s head, then as Erin bucked and struggled under her, reached for the garlic ranch salad dressing. Tearing open the top she slowly sprayed it all over Erin’s head until she was a smelly lump of red and white and egg slime.
Getting winded, and much to her embarrassment, turned on from the slimy feeling of a body writhing around under her, Tiffany grabbed the brown sugar from the bag, ripped the plastic open and dumped it out over Erin’s head. Erin screamed and swore and Tiffany just calmly got up and walked away with as much dignity as she could muster. Erin rolled over and pulled the shorts she was wearing back up.
“Oh this is on bitch. Don’t think that you’ve heard the last of this.”
“Keep blowing hot air and your lips will be just as floppy and useless as the ones between your legs.” Tiffany fired back, turning around, her blouse half off one shoulder, buttons ripped and torn down the front, stained and soaked. The powdered sugar had glued her hair in alarming angles and coated her body from head to toe, but she felt she gave Erin back what she was owed.
Erin just stewed, the goo running down her ass crack and her back as well as over her face was an interesting sensation to say the least. But in her mind, with competition with her “frenemey” going back years, she was going to get her revenge. Standing up watching Tiffany’s pert ass moving away from her she was already trying to figure out how to set off round 2.
Meanwhile across the street, Alex watched the scene, his jaw still wide at the messy catfight that took place in front of him, endlessly replaying in his mind’s eye as he headed for the bathroom..
Tiffany wheeled around, her green eyes on fire as she spun, her long brown hair spilling down over her shoulders of her white blouse. Balancing a bag of groceries on a tanned leg, she had to admit that for her late 30s Erin’s obsession with half marathons kept her fit, even if the short strawberry blonde hair did make her look rather butch.
“What the hell is your problem?” she asked haughtily, while they were friends going back to childhood the last few years had been strained by the tensions between their daughters and the thought that the other had married a complete ass meant that there was always an edge between them.
“That little skank of yours threw Sam’s backpack into our pool and refused to apologize.” Erin growled as she shoved Tiffany’s shoulder.
“Well maybe if Trish didn’t get shoved into the pool by Sam…”, Tiffany responded, trying to keep the grocery bag balanced.
“Well when your supposed friend tells you she got fingered by your boyfriend at your birthday party…”
“Isn’t that how you met John. Kim’s birthday if I recall?”, Tiffany fired back, ice in her voice.
Erin turned red, grabbed the carton of milk, yanked off the cap as Tiffany started to protest and in one motion Erin dumped the gallon jug over Tiffany’s head. Tiffany’s eyes went wide and her mouth went into a perfect O as the bag of groceries slid down onto her foot. “You, you, you…!” was all she could get out as her blouse was soaked her pale blue bra was showing through and her jean shorts were now dark as rivulets of milk ran down her legs.
“Yeah, little miss perfect, I did that.”. Reaching over she popped open the egg carton and grabbed a couple of eggs, smashing them down on Tiffany’s head as she was busy gathering the groceries up from the driveway. Tiffany shrieked as the yolks, shells and white oozed over her head and matted clumps of it together. Pressing her advantage Erin grabbed the maple syrup, ripped the foil anti-tamper cap off and slowly poured it over Tiffany’s head. She poured the thick, dark syrup from side to side over Tiffany’s head and down over her arms and top.
Curling up against the bumper Tiffany squealed as the syrup was poured over her. She felt gross and disgusting at the eggs on her hair and head, but this, this was just making it worse. Trying to protect herself meant that syrup was going down the back of her neck and up her arms. Her shirt was sticking to her, half sliding off a shoulder, but it was translucent and showed off the blue bra she had underneath it. Tiffany’s heart was pounding in her ears as drops of syrup splattered down over her legs.
Erin’s cheeks were flushed as she just found herself unable to stop the onslaught. The squealing of this girl she had known all her life as she rubbed a big handful of grape jelly around syrupy, egg slimed hair and over Tiffany’s face. Feeling her victim struggling against her arm as she had the purple sticky goo rubbed over her arms, face and shoved into her cleavage.. Smiling, Erin reached over to another bag and got the 2 litre bottle of vegetable oil. Flicking the cap off she doused Tiffany with it until she was totally shining and glistening in the early morning sun. This oily assault set off a new round of squealing, screaming and sobbing before Erin took one look at this woman she had put up with most her life, reaching into a bag, picking up the confectioner’s sugar and dumping the fine powdery mess over Tiffany’s head. With the oil and syrup it quickly turned into a white gluey mess of hyper sweetness and Tiffany was shuddering with disgust.
Wiping her hands she bent down on her haunches, rubbed her hand into the mess on the now ghost looking Tiffany’s hair. Tiffany was blubbering and sobbing now and Erin wiped her hands off and stood up to walk away. “Don’t mess with me and don’t mess with my little girl.” she said as she started to walk off.
Her heart pounding her ears, Tiffany felt the snot running out of her nose, mixing with the paste that had forming on her. Her top was ruined and she felt sticky and disgusting, she prided herself, perhaps a bit too much on her appearance, but this…this was uncalled for. Her vision going red and not caring any more she stood up, grabbed the nearest bag of groceries and ran. Several steps later, half chased after and tackled Erin onto the recently watered grass, both of them sliding, the grocery bag banging into Erin‘s head. Erin went down hard and Tiffany managed to straddle Erin’s now filthy back. “You’ll pay for this bitch!”, Tiffany barked as she started to break the remaining eggs from carton over Erin’s head, then into the back of her shorts, spanking her hard to break them, slime and goo oozing into Erin’s panties, dripping down her face and cheeks. Her hair was filled with shell and slime, broken streams of yellow yolk oozed over her face as she shook her head, but the slime stuck to her.
“Get off me you slut!”, Erin wailed as Tiffany finished off the last eggs against her head, rubbing them into her hair before digging her fingernails into a large, juicy tomato to break the skin, then rubbing it hard in in Erin’s face. Getting another she rubbed it into Erin’s hair, then shoved one in the back of Erin’s shorts and sat on it. Erin squealed as the pulped tomato oozed around her ass and crotch. She screamed and tried harder to get out from under Tiffany. Spying the jar of tomato sauce, Tiffany used the bag to pop the top and poured the extra thick sauce over Erin’s head, then as Erin bucked and struggled under her, reached for the garlic ranch salad dressing. Tearing open the top she slowly sprayed it all over Erin’s head until she was a smelly lump of red and white and egg slime.
Getting winded, and much to her embarrassment, turned on from the slimy feeling of a body writhing around under her, Tiffany grabbed the brown sugar from the bag, ripped the plastic open and dumped it out over Erin’s head. Erin screamed and swore and Tiffany just calmly got up and walked away with as much dignity as she could muster. Erin rolled over and pulled the shorts she was wearing back up.
“Oh this is on bitch. Don’t think that you’ve heard the last of this.”
“Keep blowing hot air and your lips will be just as floppy and useless as the ones between your legs.” Tiffany fired back, turning around, her blouse half off one shoulder, buttons ripped and torn down the front, stained and soaked. The powdered sugar had glued her hair in alarming angles and coated her body from head to toe, but she felt she gave Erin back what she was owed.
Erin just stewed, the goo running down her ass crack and her back as well as over her face was an interesting sensation to say the least. But in her mind, with competition with her “frenemey” going back years, she was going to get her revenge. Standing up watching Tiffany’s pert ass moving away from her she was already trying to figure out how to set off round 2.
Meanwhile across the street, Alex watched the scene, his jaw still wide at the messy catfight that took place in front of him, endlessly replaying in his mind’s eye as he headed for the bathroom..