"Under clear skies the good goddesses shall watch you full of benevolence and joy as you do honor to yourselves and to womanhood. You shall fight with the weapons of women, for only in this way may the better one prove herself. You shall be imbued with the forces of nature: may water wet you, may fire fill you, may the breath of vitality give you strength. Control not only your opponent, also control yourself, then the goddesses will bestow their favor on you. Fight with honor, fight without inhibitions, fight woman to woman, until the climax decides your dispute!"

Club of Batumi

On the eastern Caucasian shores of the Black Sea, the ancient art of tribadic combat is still celebrated. From the early 19th century, the Club of Batumi was a refuge for women who continued to follow the tradition of their Amazonian foremothers. Young Georgians, Russian aristocrats, upper-middle-class Europeans and Americans - all flocked there to indulge in the thrill of female sexual competition. Even in Soviet times, its gates remained secretly open. But it was not until the 1990s that the international flair gradually returned to Batumi. Now wet pussies meet again in fiercely intense duels, where it has been a female privilege for millennia.

The leaders of two Girl Scout groups met halfway between their camps to teach each other a lesson. So it happens that the woods become the scene of a dispute between two sluts who feel nothing but dislike for one another. But female hatred of such willpower can only be let out in the spirit of the old ways, with the weapons of nature. So their clits wrestle and bite, wet pussies mix their juices with smacking noises and moans of pleasure until one girl has proven her sexual superiority under the eyes of Mother Nature.

Tribadic teacher of mutual respect

Similarities between two women are always controversial. From the day Francisca's and Oriana's bodies began to blossom, their relationship has been one of conflict. It annoyed them that they were being compared to each other and that their physical similarities were pointed out constantly. After all, both saw themselves as the prettier one. In the end, their friendship had to break up. But their beach volleyball coach Amanda didn't want to stand by and do nothing about it. She offered to be a mediator. Amanda knew a particularly effective way of ending feuds like this. Rather than trying to persuade Oriana and Francisca to forget their differences, she wanted to teach them to manage their rivalry in a sophisticated way. Find yourself hotter, but respect that your opponent feels the same way and settle that dissent between your thighs, woman to woman. Francisca and Oriana didn't think it was possible, but this sexfight actually led to a kind of reconciliation. While they'd probably continue to argue about which of them is sexier, they could at least look each other in the eye again and agree to disagree. From now on they knew what to do if this conflict heated up again.

The sight of two slippery pussies and aroused clits clashing and rubbing isn't just a sexual act - it's a symbol. A symbol of the merging of two feminine beings falling into an archaic state of natural ecstasy, without a destructive phallic presence. The tribadic fight as a sport is the consequential expression of living out these female, homoerotic desires, without the need for romantic or otherwise obligatory aspects. Therefore, women enjoy unleashing a wildness that is otherwise often hidden.

You will be my bitch!

Although the duel has not yet been fully decided, it's only a formality. Little is left of the initial equality when the two intertwined pussies began wetting in each other's juices. The black-haired woman can hardly withstand the sexual superiority of her opponent as well as her own overwhelming lust and her brunette enemy has not missed this. She, although exhausted herself and not far from climax, starts the final offensive to make her rival her bitch. Seducing, trash-talking, boob grabbing, now it's up to the mind games to finally break her will to resist cumming.

Clémentine's and Véronique's rivalry

Rural life can be quite boring at times. How nice when you have a rival living right next door. Clémentine (blonde) and Véronique (brunette) discovered the sexual facet of a girl-on-girl fight by accident. Their mutual dislike goes back to elementary school, but it wasn't until they were teenagers that this hatred was expressed physically. One day, as they were rolling around on a meadow far enough outside the village, wrestling and pulling each other's hair, their clothes were torn to tatters and they were fighting completely naked. But that didn't hold them back. On the contrary: the feeling of skin on skin, nipples on nipples and the warmth when their legs crossed seemed to heat up the duel. After all, it was bound to happen the way it did. But they didn't see it coming that they'd become true artists and connoisseurs of pussyfighting. Even after they both moved away to attend college after graduating from high school, Véronique and Clémentine continued to meet each summer on that same meadow for this intense ritual of sexual showdown.