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Clémentine's and Véronique's rivalry

The witness

Outrageous

Cunt War in Cancún

A unique opportunity

Overtime!

Roaring Waves

Brazilian temperament

The disturber of the peace

Beach Standoff

Tribadic teacher of mutual respect

Sexfight Olympics

Eccentric Artists

Estrid (brunette) was always more of an abstract painter. Her style was loose, flowing, and expressive. Tilda (blonde), on the other hand, preferred a more traditional, realistic approach. Their differing styles had led to this argument, each of them feeling that the other had failed to capture their true beauty.

- "Look, Tilda, I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but your painting just doesn't do me justice!" she says, gesturing at the canvas where her nude form was painted. "It's supposed to be about the essence of femininity, not some cheap imitation!"

- "And I'm not trying to be insensitive, Estrid, but your painting is just...messy! I spent hours trying to capture every curve and every detail, and this is what I get?" She tosses her brush down on the table, paint splattering on the floor.

- "Well, maybe if you'd spent less time obsessing over details and more time feeling the emotion behind it..." Estrid retorts, folding her arms across her chest.

- "Oh, so now I'm not an artist because I don't paint with enough 'emotion'?" Tilda snorts, rolling her eyes. "Well, maybe if you'd spent less time being so self-absorbed and actually focused on the subject in front of you, you'd have something worth looking at!"

The argument escalates as they both become more defensive of their work. Estrid feels a burning sensation in her cheeks as anger rises within her. She takes a step closer to Tilda, their faces mere inches apart. "You're just jealous because you'll never be able to paint like me!". "And you're just jealous because I'm prettier than you!" Tilda spits back, her own anger flaring. For a moment, they stand there, breathing heavily, eyes locked on each other. Then, without warning, they both lunge forward, their hands grappling for purchase on the other's body. Their breasts press together, nipples hardening as they grind against one another. Their hips roll, and suddenly, it becomes clear what this fight is really about: passion, desire, and the need to be seen.

Their bodies have gone from being objects of art to being weapons of an inter-female showdown. Now it's no longer about the art, but about the honor of which woman is able to prove her sexual and physical superiority.

Lex has her blonde adversary well under control and it's only a matter of time before she teases out her orgasm. But she's worried that her team partner and her Asian opponent are enjoying each other a little too much. "For fuck's sake, I'm waging a proper womanly clit war and you're just letting yourself be fucked. Fight! Outtrib this bitch!"

Dualism between attraction and jealousy

The glorification of the female body among lesbian women carries significant potential for conflict. On the one hand, attraction plays an important role in same-sex spontaneity, as the women are attracted to each other's bodies. On the other hand, they can quickly find themselves in a situation of intra-female comparative competition for sexual presentability. Lesbian sex therefore often represents a dualism between attraction and jealousy. In order to assert yourself as a woman in a seemingly never-ending struggle for the best girls, the regular acknowledgement of the respective physical attractions and the demonstration of your sexual skills through sexfights are effective means in a (superficial) relationship to demonstrate one's own worth to each other and to maintain sexual interest in one another.

Beauty and Naturalness

Sex is a mysterious thing. It can make people happy, it can make people jealous, it can be an expression of love, passion, service, rebellion or power. Hardly anything shapes us as diversely as the most wonderful pastime in the world. Above all, the power aspect, which includes sexfighting, is particularly spicy. When sporting ambition or deep rivalry finds its way into sexual desires, the act of affection becomes a demonstration of power and a competition for physical and mental dominance in a relationship between two women. Sure, such duels could be fought only verbally or with fists, but why stoop to a lower level when women have been given the opportunity to let their sexual prowess speak for itself? The tribadic showdown is a symbol of feminine civilization in a world full of barbarism, which puts beauty and naturalness in the foreground.

Learning Process

An ambitious sexfighter wins in every case. Not in the literal sense, but in the figurative. We gain knowledge. The learning process is essential if you want to be one of the best in sex in the long term. With each opponent, your own wealth of knowledge grows and you learn more and more which switches to turn to penetrate a woman's aroused mind. When women fight sexually, it's not just about winning or losing. It's about growth, understanding, and empowerment. Each encounter, each challenge, each victory or defeat, is a lesson that shapes us into more confident women.

In the heat of this competition, we learn to understand ourselves better - our desires, our boundaries, and our capacity to give and receive pleasure. We uncover the nuances of our own sexuality, the subtle cues of attraction, and the raw power of seduction. This isn't about reducing ourselves to mere objects of desire or feeding into societal norms. No, it's about claiming our sexuality as a part of our identity and celebrating it without shame or guilt. When we observe and engage with another woman, we internalize new techniques and we learn not to despise her in her triumph, but to appreciate the artistry and skill, which she has acquired in numerous clit wars. So, let us embrace the tribadic competition as a catalyst for female freedom.

Nymphomaniacs

After the first day of their business trip came to a close, Laura (left) and Nora (right) finally arrived at their hotel room. It was a lavish suite with a big bed, a large window overlooking the beach, and a marble bathroom. Their colleagues in the office had already placed bets on whether the two rivals could last three days together without wanting to strangle each other. But instead the air was thick with sexual tension as the door closed behind them. Laura stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She undid her bun so that her shiny brown hair fell to her shoulders. She turned to face Nora, who was standing with arms akimbo close behind her. Their bodies were mere inches apart. "So," Laura said, her voice almost whispering, "shall we get comfortable?" She gestured towards the bed, inviting Nora to take a seat. Nora followed Laura's gaze, her eyes traveling up and down Laura's body, taking in every curve. She took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "Definitely," she said, "I think that would be a wonderful idea."

With one swift motion, she pushed Laura gently onto the bed, landing on top of her. Their tongues danced together as Nora's hand roamed across Laura's breast. She reached down to unbutton her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra. With a growl, Nora yanked Laura's bra free, sending it flying across the room. She cupped Laura's breasts in her hands, kneading them roughly, eager to feel bare skin against bare skin. As soon as Nora's bra was off, Laura rolled them both over so that Nora was now pinned beneath her. "I want you to feel how much you turn me on," Laura breathed, her breasts brushing against Nora's. "You're so wet," Nora whispered, running her fingers through the dampness between Laura's legs. Laura arched her back, her nails digging into Nora's shoulders as she felt the pleasure coursing through her body. "Do you think you can handle me?" she asked. Laura smiled, her eyes meeting Nora's. "Oh, I think I can handle you just fine," she replied, before pulling down her panties. Nora did the same and it became clear that they couldn't forget their rivalry even during sex. 

They opened their legs, crossed their thighs and began mixing their flowing juices with their aroused clits. The lustful, shared symphony of their moans made it clear that they had longed for this moment. Their wet pussies coated each other with their nectars to ensure their respective sexual dominance. Hip thrust after hip thrust, trib after trib, Laura and Nora lost themselves completely in this two-way, nymphomaniac showdown of womanhood. A chilly storm rattled the windows and waves crashed onto the shore, but their hot bodies writhed in climactic frenzy as it boiled between their thighs.

No sharing desired

- "Are you fucking serious? Fae is mine, you girlfriend-stealing bitch. Find your own girl."

- "Oh, please. You've only been seeing her for...like what? A few weeks? Fae and I have known each other since high school and I have always loved her. We've been intimate more than once before you slut came into her life."

- "Watch your mouth, cunt! If you want to fight over Fae, let's go outside."

- "Ooohhh, look who's talking…then let me break your nose before I lick Fae's tits!"

Fae (blonde) liked the idea of her two love interests fighting for her, but she didn't want them to hurt each other. They were both so beautiful and she loved them both. She wished they could just get along. "Hey you two, stop it! I'm flattered that you two want to mud wrestle or whatever to fuck me. But why this drama? How about this? You settle this like real women. A sexfight. The one with the better pussy gets to keep me."

Fae's suggestion seemed to take Tamara (red-haired) by surprise. "Are you sure that's what you want?" she asked, her voice laced with wonder. Carissa (black-haired) glanced at Fae, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Yes, I'm sure. I trust Fae to make the right choice." She stood up, took a step closer to Tamara, her hips swaying enticingly. "And I'm ready whenever you are." "Great! It's been ages since I've enjoyed a challenging pussyfight. Show me your moves! Let's find out if you're worthy of Fae."

Fae watched, her heart racing as the two moaning and gasping women began to grind their wet pussies together, finding rhythm and speed that seemed to drive them both wild. Their slippery clits danced around each other and intertwined in a delightful mess. Fae couldn't help but pleasure herself. The three women pushed each other further and further, so that the moans soon turned into loud screams. 

Suddenly Carissa and Tamara paused their showdown and Fae also stopped massaging her clit, whereupon she took a deep breath. "I can feel it," Carissa panted. "You're going to cum...and you will like it." She looked into Tamara's eyes, challenging her. Tamara's thighs bucked against Carissa's, her lust reaching a fever pitch. "I'm not going to let you do that," she growled, her fingers digging into Carissa's soft tits. "Let me teach you a lesson who will cum first here." 

Then both of them looked at Fae like two hungry wildcats and whispered at the same time, "You're mine!"

Duel for clit dominance

Amber (red-haired) and Nici (brunette) stood facing each other, both naked, rubbing their nipples together. As their big breasts were pressed together, their clits swelled, preparing everything for a wet sex battle.

- "You think you can handle me?"

- "You know I can. Let's see who can make the other cum first."

- "Oh yeah, you will like it. Our wet pussies rubbing over each other..."

- "Well, if you're so sure...let's get started!"

Amber grabbed Nici's hair and pulled her onto the table where the two horny sluts spread their legs and presented their dripping cunts. They crossed their thighs and went straight clit to clit. Their hips were grinding together, creating a wet, audible friction as their pussies slid against each other. Nici gasped, her body shuddering with lust, and then she retaliated, pushing her clit vigorously on Amber's. Their legs entwined, their hips rocking together in a frenzied rhythm.

- "You think you can make me cum first? You're going to have to try harder than that, bitch!"

- "Oh I feel how wet you are. You won't last ten minutes."

- "I'm not going down without a fight!"

- "Fuck me!"

Their bodies were slick with sweat and each other's juices, and their moans filled the room. They grabbed each other's tits and pulled one another closer and closer, so that their clits felt tangled and the two sexfighters became aroused with every little movement of their hips. They stared at each other continuously, seeing the lust in each other's eyes. Loud smacking could be heard between their thighs. "Cum for me, you whore!" Nici growled, thrusting her hips harder.

- "Your clit rubbing mine...fuck...I can't take it...I'm c-cumming!"

- "Oh fuck...yeah cum...so good..."

Amber cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering as she released a powerful orgasm. Blinks of an eye later, Nici also reached her deserved climax. Still gasping for breath, Amber acknowledged Nici's achievement today. "Nice match, bitch. You pushed me over the edge seconds before I would have done with you. Let's take a shower together and then go to the club to find other cunts to fuckfight. I still haven't had enough." Nici agreed and they moaned one more time as they pulled their still sensitive, slippery pussies apart.

The Craving

As Alyce (blonde) walks along the beach, she spots Rebecca (brunette) doing some stretching exercises further down the shore. It was their mutual friend Marla's idea that they should compete in a pussyfight to determine the woman with the better sex. The way Marla described Rebecca, she's just as sexually active as herself. Alyce often bragged about how many women she had slept with and Rebecca seemed to be cast in the same mold.

Alyce, wearing jeans shorts, a white top and a pink bikini underneath, slowly approaches Rebecca, wearing a bikini with floral patterns. She looks to her right as she notices the blonde coming straight towards her. Marla hadn't promised them too much because they were immediately attracted to each other at first sight.

- "Hey there, Rebecca! I'm Alyce, Marla's friend. I've heard a lot about you! She told me we're going to have a pussyfight to settle the debate about who has the better sex, huh?"

- "Nice to meet you, Alyce. I've heard a lot about you as well. Yes, it seems that this is something that needs to be settled. I was looking forward to this."

They shake hands.

- "Really? So you think you can take me on? Let's find out then!"

- "Very well. Let's go to my apartment. My bed is already prepared for our fight."

Hand in hand, Rebecca and Alyce walk to one of the houses right on the beach, the hot sand between their toes, their bodies simmering in lust for clit battle. As they enter Rebecca's apartment, Alyce walks over to the couch and sits down, crossing her legs. She looks at Rebecca expectantly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "So, what do you say? Shall we get started?" she asks biting her bottom lip. Rebecca grins, nodding in agreement. "Sounds good to me," she says, pulling down her bikini and revealing her naked body for the first time. She turns her attention back to Alyce. "After you," she says, tilting her head back, her brown hair falling on her shoulder. Alyce stands tall and lean as she slips out of her shorts and her pink bikini underneath, revealing her firm breasts and her smooth pussy. Rebecca is already fucking her with her eyes. She takes Alyce's hand and leads her to her bedroom.

Arriving at their battlefield, their weapons of sex war at the ready, they embrace each other so that their breasts squish together. They breath lustfully and enjoy how their bodies begin to intertwine. The feeling is exhilarating, and they can't help but want more. They need to feel each other's wetness, each other's juices, they crave to trib. Rebecca's hands grip Alyce's hips tightly, as she spreads her legs wide, inviting Alyce closer. Her pussy is wet and swollen, aching for contact. Their hips begin to move together, grinding clit on clit, the friction building with each thrust. 

Alyce moans loudly as she feels Rebecca's juices mingling with hers and it only serves to fuel her desire. "Fuck, I will make you cum," she gasps, her voice shaking. "You will cum so hard". Rebecca cries out, her body tensing as she feels the sensation of their wet pussies rubbing together. Her juices flow freely as she arches her back, pushing herself deeper into the contact, wanting more. "Oh god! You wish! I will outfuck you" she replies, her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Moments turn into hours and they immerse themselves in an ecstasy like no other. Alyce bites her lip, feeling Rebecca's words washing over her. She digs her nails into Rebecca's hips. "Oh fuck, you're so fucking wet!" she groans, her hips moving faster, her body beginning to shake with the force of her orgasm. "Fuuuck, Rebecca, I'm gonna cuuum!" she cries out, her voice muffled by the sound of their wet cunts slapping together. Rebecca's own body is on the edge as well, her climax building with each thrust, each cry of pleasure from Alyce. Her hips buck violently against Alyce's, grinding their swollen clits together in a frenzy.

Their orgasms, coursing through them like a tidal wave, throw them onto their backs. Alyce's breath comes in ragged gasps as she lays between Rebecca's legs, their bodies still trembling from the force of climax. "Fuck, that was amazing," she whispers, her eyes locked on Rebecca's, "The best draw I've ever had.". "You have no idea...," Rebecca gasps. Her hips begin to move again, seeking further contact with Alyce's clit. Alyce moans softly, but then she pulls herself together and pins Rebecca underneath her, their sweat-slick bodies tightly together. "Tell me...tell me you want more," she whispers, her voice husky with desire.