Wet Business

Maja's (red-haired) living room had been transformed into a makeshift pottery studio, the scent of fresh clay and glaze filling the air. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the meticulously arranged vases, bowls, and figurines that lined the shelves and tables. A local florist, a sharp-tongued woman named Elena (brunette), stepped in with a critical eye, her arms crossed over her chest.

"These are all so...plain," Elena said with a sniff. "They're not going to stand out in my store. I need something with more...flair."

Maja's face grew hot. She had spent countless hours perfecting her craft, and this woman was dismissing it so easily. "My style is elegant and timeless," she retorted. "Maybe your taste is just too garish to appreciate it."

"Elegant?" Elena scoffed. "These could've been made by a one-handed pensioner!"

Maja's hands clenched into fists. "You wouldn't know elegance if it slapped you across your over-glossed lips!"

The tension in the room was palpable. Then, Elena leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing. "And I bet you couldn't even throw a pot without getting your hands all sticky with your own juices, you fucking amateur."

Maja's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

Elena stepped closer, a smug smirk playing on her lips. "You heard me. I bet you couldn't handle a real challenge, especially not between the legs."

The words hung in the air like a thunderclap, and the two women stared at each other, the heat of the moment making their breaths shallow. Then, with an angry hiss, Maja grabbed Elena by the arm, dragged her into the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed.

"You want a challenge?" she growled. "Let's settle this the womanly way."

The fight was on. Maja's hands were already at her own pants, unbuttoning and unzipping with a feral hunger. With a surprised and expectant grin, Elena watched Maja uncovering her wet pussy, her clit swollen with desire. "Let's see if you can handle this kind of 'flair'," she taunted.

Elena's eyes widened with lust. She followed Maja's lead, her own hands moving swiftly to strip away her jeans and underwear. Her pussy was equally wet, her arousal evident as she lay naked on the blanket, spread her legs and let her fingers slide through her labia.

"You think you're so special with that?" Elena jeered, her voice thick with arousal. "I've seen better in a brothel."

Maja's eyes flashed. "We'll see who's better."

The room was silent except for their ragged breaths. Then, Maja sat down full of vigor between the open thighs of her challenger, slamming her pussy into Elena's. The collision resulted in a loud, wet smacking sound, which sent a pleasurable jolt through both of them. They began to grind against each other, their hips moving in a frenzied dance. Their pussies were hot, wet and slick. Elena and Maja moaned passionately, calling each other slut or whore and mixing their juices into a sweet nectar that covered their battling clits.

"You fuck great, bitch! But not as good as me. I will subdue you! Your climax is mine!"

"You are the best cunt I've had in a long time. But don’t fool yourself Your pussy will burn when mine is done with her."

"Oh, do you think so? Are you sure you don't want to kiss my 'over-glossed' lips?"

"Yeah! I wanna kiss you while our pussies fight and fight and fight, getting wetter, getting slipperier…"

"Fuck, it's so hot when you talk like that. Now trib me harder, faster, I want to see our juices splash!"

Love Triangle

"Oh wow, I can't believe this is actually happening. Well, of course I wanted them to fight over me, but I never expected them to fight that dirty, like cats in heat. Who knew they had such fiery personalities under those bikinis? As fiery as their red hair. The way they thrust into each other, how they moan and gasp, how their bodies shimmer in the sun like statues made of alabaster…it's so arousing, yet I feel a bit guilty for enjoying the show. Their competitive game is perfect, I can't take my eyes off them. Should I stop them? Or let it play out and see who wins? This vacation takes a steamy turn, who would have thought. Let me just...take some video evidence."

It starts with the eyes and ends between the legs

Ah, the timeless dance of seduction, that can often begin with the simplest of gestures - a flutter of the eyes, a lingering gaze, the promise of what lies beneath the surface. It is in this realm of non-verbal communication that a sexual duel between two women may commence, a silent yet potent battle of desire and dominance. Imagine two women, strangers perhaps, or rivals, lock eyes across the room. The first volley is fired - a look that speaks of challenge, curiosity, and the unspoken question, "Do you dare?". It is a silent declaration of intent that the other cannot help but notice.

The eyes, those windows to the soul, are the opening gambit in this intimate skirmish. They size each other up, seeking vulnerability, confidence, or perhaps a spark of reciprocity. A subtle arch of an eyebrow, the dilation of pupils, the slightest twitch of the lips - each microexpression is a clue to the other's thoughts and feelings. It is here, in the eye contact, that the initial connection is made, the first line drawn in the sand. But they do not merely reflect attraction; they are the instruments through which it is communicated, the silent whispers of "I see you," "I want you," and "I dare you". This visual interplay is a game of power and allure, where the intensity and duration of the gaze can speak volumes about ambition.

As the tension builds, the bodies of these two combatants may begin to move closer, drawn together by an invisible force, like magnets to metal. And so, it is between the legs where the decisive battle is waged, where the fire in the eyes meets the heat of the flesh. As their vulvas intertwine, as one woman's clit presses against the other one's, the duel reaches new heights. Whether the outcome is a passionate embrace or a parting of ways, the contest has been played out, the tension released in a burst of sensuality that began with a simple look, a silent challenge that grew into a womanly match for sexual power.

Best Pussy at the Pool

Felicity (blonde) was done. Done with the betrayal, the heartbreak, the lies. She had packed her bags and flown all the way to the Dominican Republic to get her mind off things. If there was anything she craved, it was distraction. One afternoon, she was relaxing by the pool when she noticed the gorgeous, dark-skinned Violeta in a green bikini walking past her lounger over and over again. Felicity couldn't help but stare. Violeta was stunning, with confidence that radiated off of her. Finally, Violeta sat down right opposite Felicity. Without batting an eyelid, Violeta bared her breasts.

Felicity let out a surprised laugh because she had to admit that even though she thought highly of her own body, those tits were fantastic and could undoubtedly compete with hers. Then Violeta opened her thighs and started playing with her pussy under her bikini bottom. "That bitch!" Felicity thought, "She wants me. She's challenging my sex."

Neither of them could deny the sexual tension between them and the impending womanly duel as Violeta pulled her bikini bottom aside, rubbed her exposed clit and gestured to Felicity to come to her so they could rub slippery cunt against slippery cunt. Oh yes, that was exactly what Felicity needed right now. A willing, combative, wet slut on whom she could take out her sexual frustration – finally some action and distraction.

Violeta stood up and walked seductively towards the bungalow where she had her room. Felicity followed close behind her, with an expectant smile on her face. They walked up the stairs hand in hand. At the top, they shared a passionate kiss before Violeta pushed Felicity onto her bed, thus beginning the contest. Now Violeta could examine her opponent for this afternoon for the first time. Beautiful labia, throbbing in impatient anticipation to finally take in Violeta's clit. Yes, her's and Felicity's pussy were made for each other and would have a great fight.

They wasted no time and let their soaking wet cunts come together without further ado. Felicity felt Violeta's juices spread over her pussy, and it turned her on even more. Both moaned passionately and fucked each other excellently. Violeta started to move her hips faster, grinding her clit against Felicity's. The friction was intense, and Felicity could feel an orgasm building. She let out a loud moan, and Violeta knew she had won. Violeta followed suit, her orgasm ripping through her body.

She collapsed on top of Felicity, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. Felicity looked up at Violeta, and she knew she had found the distraction she had been looking for. But of course that was only the first round, reaching its climax far too quickly due to the strong arousal that had built up before the encounter. Naked and bathed in sweat, they lay cheek to cheek. Then they gave each other a look like two wildcats ready to attack one another. They will make each other cum many more times today. This ain't over yet!

Dom of the Dorm

College can be a sexual war zone. Milena and Eleni (glasses) had been roommates in the same dorm since their freshman year. But they never really became friends. Their fiery personalities were too similar in all the wrong ways. Neither of them would tolerate another lesbian in their dorm competing with them for their fellow students' wet pussies. Both claimed to be the dominant woman.

One afternoon, Milena heard moaning and slurping sounds coming from Eleni's room. She opened the door and saw her lying in the 69 position with Jemma from the room two doors down, their tongues playing with each other's clits.

"What the fuck?" Milena exclaimed angrily. Eleni smirked, bit her lip and enjoyed how Jemma's tongue twirled her clit.

"Jealous, Milena?" she taunted.

Milena's eyes narrowed, her breaths coming in short bursts. "You're fucking pushing it, Eleni. This ends now."

Jemma walked past Milena naked, giving her an angry side eye, not happy that she had ended her tryst with Eleni so abruptly. Normally, Milena would have taken this as a provocation and given Jemma a lesson about womanhood between her thighs. But her eyes were on Eleni.

"Come on, give it to me! I know you want to punish me. You want to beat my clit with yours, you want to make me cum so hard that I finally accept you as the Dom and leave all the hot sluts in the dorm to you. But guess what, bitch, I'm going to humiliate you with my smooth pussy. You're going to enjoy the orgasm I'm going to give you so much that you can call me Mistress from now on. I'm the ring leader, I call the shots!" Eleni stated confidently.

With her forefinger, she beckoned Milena to her, signaling that she should get naked and come to the bed to begin their battle. Milena wasted no time and got rid of everything that could get in the way of their sexfight. This was the unique opportunity for both of them to finally claim dominance in this feminine rivalry.

Their movements were forceful, as they began to grind their pussies together. The sound of wet labia slapping against wet labia filled the air, punctuated by their gasps and moans. The intensity grew with each passing moment, their hips moving faster and more fierce as they sought the sweet release that would signal victory. Milena wrapped her arms around Eleni's neck, her fingers digging into her rival's skin as she matched her pace. The friction between them built, their clits swelling and begging for more.

Milena's breath grew ragged, her moans growing louder as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her. But she was not one to give in so easily. With a roar of defiance, she turned onto her stomach and pushed her clit right onto Eleni's. A gasp of surprise escaped both women at the sudden rush of arousal, and Eleni lifted her leg to give their clits even more room to wrestle, their passion overflowing as they shared the best sex they had ever experienced. They rammed, rubbed and mixed their juices in such ecstasy that their argument was almost forgotten.

Only when both came dangerously close to climax during their sexual tightrope act did they remember the reason for their pussy-mingling. But it was already too late for them. They came together and enjoyed every millisecond that it passed through them. It seemed as if they would have to continue sharing the territory of the dorm with each other. A battle was over, but the sex war went on.

The Sexfighter next door

Abby, a 19-year-old college student with brown hair and a lithe, slim body, was sprawled on her bed, her laptop open to a video of two women locked in a passionate, sweaty clit war. It was a somewhat older video, perhaps filmed 20 years ago. A blonde and a brunette, oiled up, competed against each other on a blue mat that was laid out on a lush green lawn. The sun made their athletic bodies gleam sensually. The two rivals threw insults at each other, screamed and yelled, but the passion between them was unmistakable. Obviously they fervently enjoyed the wet sliding of their pussies and clits over one another.

Abby bit her lip, her hand moving rhythmically between her smooth labia, over her hard clit as she watched the two women grind against each other, their moans blaring from her headphones. Suddenly she stopped pleasuring herself. One of the women looked strangely familiar. Abby paused the video, leaning in to get a better look. She could hardly believe that she had almost missed this. The blonde woman was her neighbor Debra, from across the hall. Abby couldn't believe it. She had always thought of the now 40-year-old Debra as a quiet and decent woman, not the wild sexfighter she was watching on her screen. She let out an incredulous laugh.

At that moment she heard the keys on Debra's apartment door. Abby put on her sweatpants and rushed to the door. Still out of breath from running and masturbating, she tried not to let it show. Debra had just picked up her laundry from drying in the basement and looked as if she had not expected to meet her neighbor at that moment, "Oh, hey Abby. What's up?"

"Hi Debra. I hope this doesn't sound weird, but I found a film of yours."

"A film? What kind of film?", Debra asked baffled and slightly unsettled.

Abby had to bite back her excitement, "You know… the kind you would never show to friends or relatives."

Now Debra suddenly realized what Abby was alluding to and seemed embarrassed, "Oohh…I see. I didn't know that old stuff was floating around on the internet these days. That was a long time ago. Another me. I'm sorry if this makes our neighborhood uncomfortable for you."

"Uncomfortable? Nothing could be further from the truth. I've never seen such a hot sexfight before. The way you duel woman to woman is a pure joy. I was wondering if maybe we could, I don't know, watch the movie together?", Abby asked with craving burning in her eyes.

Debra was almost paralyzed with disbelief, "Are…are you serious? Wow…I mean… I haven't seen any of my fights in ages. But...yeah, why the heck not? I have nothing better to do anyway."

They entered Abby's apartment and sat together on the bed, where the laptop was still open and a still image of Debra's and her rival's oiled pussies colliding could be seen. "Oh my…I had forgotten how it felt...how much I missed this sight.", Debra reacted visibly aroused.

Abby was fond of her neighbor’s reaction, "I know, right? You two, what you were doing there was sex war, wet and unbridled. That must have felt ecstatic."

"You bet. That whore over there is Jenna, by the way. The biggest cunt I've ever crossed clits with. We hated each other, but that bitch could fuck like a goddess. We forced each other to the most fabulous orgasms. We usually avoided one another, but there was no one I'd rather face in the ring. So, shall we watch from the beginning then?", Debra clearly reminisced in wet memories as she spoke.

Abby almost gasped for breath and had to pull herself together to start the video over as the juices began to flow between her thighs. As they watched 20-year-old Debra and her arch rival Jenna circling each other, eyeing each other up and finally pouncing on each other naked to intertwine their pussies, Abby didn't know how to react at first. She had a pillow on her legs and was so horny. Debra, on the other hand, was so focused on the fight that she felt like she was right in the middle of it again. After a few minutes she took off her jeans and her wet panties and started playing with her cunt. Abby grinned wickedly, licked her lips and wanted to join. Debra's loving "It's okay, go for it!" was the last domino. Abby threw the pillow away, spread her legs and began to caress her clit.

The slippery sounds of their pussies made them more and more aroused, while young Debra and Janna made each other cum again and again, moaning loudly. Two thirds of the way through the video, Debra suddenly closed the laptop and took off her top, revealing her large breasts, which were already impressive on her 20-year-old self. Without hesitation, Abby also got completely naked and started licking Debra's nipples. She moaned and looked deep into Abby's eyes with an expression of hunger, as if she wanted to devour her here and now, "Come on, open your legs and rub your clit on mine. I wanna mix my nectar with yours. I haven't felt the feeling of pussy on pussy in far too long."

For Abby, it seemed like a dream had come true. She was about to trib with a former sexfight champion. As their clits touched and Abby felt Debra's warm juices on her pussy, a very pleasant shiver ran through her. Debra's big bouncing breasts as they slammed together drove her wild. This was not a fight, but the images of the oily match were the fuel for Abby's lust, while the very woman she had previously only seen naked on the screen now presented herself between her spread thighs with a soaking wet cunt. The two sapphically starved women wanted to give each other a climax that would satisfy their insatiable lesbian desire.

Afternoon's Sweet Temptation

Théa, a curvy 26-year-old with red hair and pale skin, was lounging by the pool with her new boyfriend, Marco. They wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to have the apartment complex's pool to themselves that afternoon, despite the hot temperatures. They laughed and teased each other and genuinely had a good time. Suddenly, Dara, a striking 30-year-old Asian chick emerged from the building. Her curvaceous body was accentuated by a bikini that barely covered her nipples.

"Mind if I join you?" Dara asked, not waiting for an answer. Théa exchanged a glance with Marco, who shrugged.

"Sure, why not?" Théa replied, trying to hide her annoyance. Dara lay down on the deck chair right next to them, which irritated Marco in particular, for her eyes were never leaving Théa.

"Your boyfriend is quite handsome," she said, enjoying the sight of Théa's gorgeous ass and her breasts lying flat on her towel. "But I must say, you're the hot one here."

Théa uttered an exasperated and unimpressed, "Thanks."

Dara continued, "Well, I bet your wet slit is swelling up just thinking about what we could do together, am I right?"

Théa bristled. "Excuse me?"

Dara smirked. "Oh, come on. Don't act so innocent! I've heard stories about what you did in bed with Tina's friend the other day. Some say she came for an entire hour. You're exactly the kind of freaky I like."

Marco couldn’t believe his ears and Théa was lacking an explanation. "Listen babe, ignore that bitch, I'm not a lesbian. I just have a little fun with women from time to time. Sorry I didn't tell you."

Dara stood up and laughed maliciously. "Maybe it's better that way. These stories are all lies anyway. You would just be intimidated by my sex appeal and would cum within seconds."

"Shut the fuck up, cunt! I would conquer you and make you my little bitch!", Théa replied defiantly.

Dara bared her voluptuous breasts, which was considered an unmistakable challenge. "Then prove it. Let's have a little competition, woman to woman. I bet I can make you orgasm before you can make me cum. Prove your reputation is deserved, you "non-lesbian"!"

Théa turned away. "No, I'm not interested."

Dara chuckled. "Afraid you'll lose? Or is it because your boyfriend is here?" She turned to Marco. "Maybe you should go take a walk or something. Give us girls some privacy." She then stepped gracefully into the pool, expecting a response to her declaration of sexual war.

Marco looked at Théa, a question in his eyes. Théa sighed. "It's fine. I can handle this."

Théa joined her challenger in the pool and also pulled down her green bikini top, sealing the deal: these two women would compete sensually.

Dara and Théa circled each other in the pool, their eyes locked. They explored each other's bodies, especially their breasts became targets of gentle attacks. The chemistry between them was perfect, they were getting hot – so hot that the water could have started to boil. As the spiral of escalation progressed, their hands wandered into each other's bikini bottoms and found aroused clits whose impatience to wrestle with one another was palpable.

Their soft moaning was interrupted when Dara made a suggestion. "It seems that this pool is too small for the both of us. Let's move this showdown somewhere where our pussies can fight out this clinch without limits. Let's go to my place!"

Théa was more than pleased with this idea. "Fuck yeah! I can't wait for our clits to meet and bash each other up until you scream with lust between my wet thighs."

"You wish, slut! I'm going to fuck you to the climax of your life now, whether you want it or not. But when our juices mix you'll want to, I promise.", Dara announced confidently.

Hand in hand and almost naked, they left the pool together and strutted into the apartment building. Their moans and screams could be heard in the distance until late into the night…

Indulgence

Geraldine (right) has done it. She's defeated her arch rival Genevieve (left) in the ultimate contest that two women can have. In the competition to see who can better use their sexual skills to force their opponent to orgasm, Geraldine was able to gain the upper hand after a hard-fought duel. They scissored and tribbed hard and fast, their wet pussies and aroused clits ramming together in their rage, wrestling and squeezing for dominance between their thighs. Now, as Genevieve's climax overtakes her and runs through her body from the tips of her hair to the tips of her toes, Geraldine savors this moment of triumph to the full, reveling in the sight of her opponent writhing in pleasure while she thrusts her pussy against Genevieve's throbbing cunt a few more times to mark her dominance and elicit a few more moans of inferiority from her. This battle was a feast for all the senses. The two ladies would lie naked together on the couch for a while, exchanging intimate glances and sharing the Sapphic happiness of being able to compete with one another. One woman outdid the other, but they were now sisters in the tribadic test of strength and thus one.

Jealousy Aroused

In the glittering world of adult cinema, the rivalry between Tia Darkwood and Serena Sapphic was the stuff of legend. Two of the most sought-after lesbian porn stars, their on-screen chemistry had set the industry ablaze with desire, but behind the scenes, their relationship was as frosty as a polar vortex. Their animosity had been simmering for years, a cauldron of jealousy and lust that threatened to boil over at every encounter. Tia, the sultry brunette with a penchant for dominance, couldn't stand Serena, the auburn-haired bombshell who always seemed to steal the spotlight with her charm. And Serena, for her part, seethed at Tia's unrivaled popularity and her ability to command any scene she entered.

The tension between them grew palpable, thick enough to slice with a knife. It was clear that something had to happen, and it did during the filming of "Battle of the Belles," an all-female porn production that was supposed to be the ultimate showcase of their talents. The director had enough of their bickering and decided to channel their hostility into something that would make the audience beg for more.

"Ladies," she announced one day, with a sly smile that promised mischief. "I've had a brilliant idea for the climax of the movie. A pussy-on-pussy sexfight. The ultimate catfight, but with a twist. Whoever brings the other to the brink of ecstasy first wins the scene and the title of 'Supreme Seductress'. What do you say?"

Tia and Serena looked at each other, their eyes glinting with a mix of anger and excitement. They had both competed in the industry for so long, but never in a way that was so...personal.

The day of the shoot arrived, and the set was a buzz of anticipation. Tia strutted in, naked and ready, her ample bosom enchanting as ever. Serena followed, her nude body a symbol of feminine elegance. Their female egos, embodied by their confident demeanor, took up the entire room and seemed to make the walls creak.

The director called "Action!" and the two divas circled each other, their hands caressing their own bodies, teasing the audience and each other. They moved closer, their breasts brushing together, and the fight was on.

They rolled around on the bed, a tangle of limbs and passion, each trying to gain a physical advantage. Their bodies collided, a titbit of skin and sweat, as they used every trick in the book to make each other's blood boil. Fingers danced along their sensitive nipples, tongues probed and teased, and teeth grazed tender flesh, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. Finally, as if an inaudible command had been given, they stopped their sensual wrangling and opened their legs. They had known each other long enough to know when the perfect time to initiate a pussyfight was. And the sticky moisture between their thighs as well as the expectant throbbing of their aroused clits were clear signs.

Now Serena and Tia truly began to work their magic. The wet slapping as they slammed their pussies together again and again was a feast for the ears. Outbursts of sudden energy and the resulting wild thrusts from both rivals alike caused the film crew to lose track of who was calling the shots in this duel of duels. The battle raged on, their cries of pleasure echoing through the soundstage. The director watched in amazement, sure that never before had a sexfight like this, or rather tribadic war, been caught on camera.

As the minutes passed, their movements grew more desperate, more primal. The jealousy and anger morphed into something raw, a fierce need to claim victory over the other. But in the end, it was clear that no one could claim dominion over desire. As their orgasms crashed over them, simultaneous and earth-shattering, they collapsed into a heap of sultry nakedness, their breathing ragged and their hearts racing.

The director called "Cut!" and the room erupted in applause. For Tia and Serena the rivalry was still there, yet they had satisfied each other as no woman had ever done before. A small consolation in this moment of realization that sexual equality was a painful fact. But the director was probably the most satisfied. She had a sure-fire box office hit in the can and she could already see the scenario for the rematch in her mind's eye.

Perfect Discord

In the lesbian arena of desire, where the female clitoris reigns supreme, these mystical pleasure pearls engage in a symphony of ecstasy that transcends the boundaries of the physical realm. Their duels are fueled by womanly competition as well as the primal urge to conquer the peaks of sensual satisfaction. Their union is a dance as ancient as the rhythms of the earth, each pulsing and stroking in an intricate mania of passion. The air thickens with the sweet aroma of arousal, as the two clitorises lock in a disharmonious embrace, their delicate hoods unfurling like the petals of an exotic bloom. The tender flesh around them swells with excitement, the labia parting like the curtains of a stage where fighters meet for their match, revealing the jewels that are the rivals in this display of sexual power.

The battle begins with a gentle touch, a mere whisper of curiosity that quickly escalates into a fiery storm. They glide and graze, their sensitivity heightened to the electric currents that pass between them. Each caress is a declaration of war, a silent challenge that the other accepts with a shiver of delight. Their dance becomes more frenzied, the tempo increasing as they strive to outdo each other in their quest for conquest. They swirl and twirl, each movement calculated to elicit gasps of joy from their opponent. As the crescendo approaches, the clitorises move with the precision of warriors, each stroke and rub an evidence of their instinctive knowledge of the other's most sensitive spots. The tribadic battleground is wet with the essence of their mistresses needs.

Their clash is a perfect testament to the power that two clitorises in discord can unfold when their mistresses decide to let them loose on each other. An act of female self-respect and dignity, trusting one's own sexual prowess to match it with another woman's in the ultimate contest.