Sunday, September 26, 2021

Duel of the reds


Karlie (left) feels that she has the momentum on her side by now. The increasing wetness between Emily's thighs and her moaning getting louder by the minute tell her that she seems to have the decisive match point. Emily actually has to pull herself together and try not to show her enjoyment any longer. Her opponent will now even more notice every little sign of weakness and will do everything to use it to her advantage. If Emily doesn't manage to stimulate Karlie enough to equalize her chances of winning, the orgasm is inevitable. And then she'll have to undergo the painful humiliation of admitting that Karlie is the better redhead, has the better sex, the stronger pussy. Emily will fight that with all her power, but her will no longer has her body under full control.

Sunday, September 19, 2021

A dynamic and varied match


Hidden from the public eye, a battle of the century takes place in an Oregon motel room. It's the very first meeting of "Golden Ashley" (blonde) and "Blondes Destroyer" Connie (brunette). Both of them have demonstrated their sexual superiority to countless women. Tonight it even seems like all of these were mere practice fights in preparation for this one duel.
At first they were unsure how to deal with such an equal opponent. But they quickly found a common rhythm. A test of strength of the highest intensity immediately developed from this. They tried to use all their experiences against each other. Various tribadic positions made it a dynamic and varied match. 
After two and a half hours of brutal cunt smacking and clit wrestling, the bed sheet was soaking wet with sweat and pussy juices, but no clear winner could yet be determined. Ashley realized that her strength was weakening and that she would no longer be able to beat off another attack. Connie was exhausted too, but she took the risk of one last fuck. They felt their pussies becoming more and more intertwined, biting each other and clinging to one another. Connie continued to grind and felt the orgasm coming. She would lose it. She would lose this battle of all battles. But suddenly Ashley screamed loudly and the last, incapacitating climax ran through her whole body. Seconds later Connie screamed as well. She had won as close as possible. The exhaustion of the two was so great that they fell asleep right away.
The next morning they woke up in the same position in which they ended their duel. Thighs still crossed and pussies still stuck together. They exchanged angry gazes. Then Ashley got up, got dressed, and went out the door. Before leaving, she looked around and just said, "Rematch, bitch!".

When two horny, competitive lesbians meet on the battlefield of sexual rivalry, it gets hot, wet, fierce and loud. Guaranteed! Stronger pussy, weaker pussy. Who is the better woman? They'll settle it all. The time for words is over, withdrawal is not an option, they'll fight it out, here and now, no matter what. Cunts and clits smacking to the finish...

Sunday, September 5, 2021

Kitchen Lessons


"What was I thinking?", Mary (red-haired) asked herself at the thought that she had accepted the challenge from Liz so recklessly. She only had two sexfights in her life so far and she lost both of them. Mary simply had too little experience to compete with women of Liz's quality. But this slut's claim to be the best redhead around couldn't go uncommented. And so it happened that the two hot-blooded redheads agreed in front of a large crowd to meet for a match between two wet cunts. Luckily for Mary, her best friend Stacey (blonde) was a hardened pussyfighter who had often dueled with Liz. The two knew one another inside out and always fought each other with the utmost intensity. So Mary's greatest hope was to learn as much as possible from Stacey, study Liz's fighting style, and memorize effective countermeasures. Learning by doing. But Mary's biggest problem was that she just enjoyed it too much when her slippery pussy slided over another. Actually the first thing one has to learn as a sexfighter. Stacey believed that the reason was that Mary's pussy was just underexerted, so they scissored and scissored and scissored. Until Mary could control herself to some extent. But there was still a long way to go before Stacey prepared her to the point that she wouldn't completely embarrass herself against Liz.