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.

An age-old feud

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Girls Like Us

Steph had been planning to go out for a drink with her new red-haired co-worker from the gym for a while. This bombshell had turned her head. She couldn't think of anything else at work but April when she walked past her in skin-tight leggings and a sports bra from which her perfect breasts seemed to want to pop out. They met after work in a Puerto Rican bar on the outskirts of town. As they sipped their colorful cocktails, they suddenly realized they had never exchanged more than a few words with each other before. But this awkward moment didn't last long and over time they became more relaxed and engaged in intense conversations. The later the evening, the more uninhibited and arousing the topics of conversation became, just as both women had intended, even if they didn't want to reveal it to each other yet.

Steph leaned in close to April and argued, "You know, I've always believed that women who have sexfights against each other lead way more exciting lives."

April raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by sexfights?"

Steph smiled slyly. "I mean exactly what you think I mean. Two women, going head to head in a battle of passion and wills, using their pussies and clits as weapons."

April's eyes widened with excitement.

Steph leaned back, took another sip, crossed her legs seductively slowly and "accidentally" touched her cleavage. "Think about it. When you're in a sexfight, you're completely focused on the moment, on the pleasure and the war of womanhoods. You're not worried about anything else, you're not thinking about the past or the future. You're living in the present, and that's where the real excitement is."

April smiled, intrigued. "And what would that look like, exactly?"

Steph leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, it usually starts with some sexy trash-talking. Both women are horny for each other, but they want to try to increase their opponent's lust through the targeted use of words in order to gain an advantage. If they are not already naked, they slowly strip so that they can gently rub their aroused nipples together, all while looking deep into each other's eyes to catch a spark of doubt about their sexual superiority."

April's breath hitched as she imagined the scene that Steph was painting. "And then what?"

Steph's eyes sparkled with mischief. "And then, once things have heated up and the liquids are flowing, pussies and clits begin their slippery duel, colliding and rubbing together. The sluts moan loudly as they try to outdo one another in this libido competition. They scissor fast or slow, hard or soft, while their juices mix, always hoping that their own clit can last longer in this lustful fencing match at eye level. And finally one will fuck the other to climax and claim victory or they will cum together and round 2 will be declared. And trust me, it's a rush like no other either way."

April was silent for a moment, her mind racing with the possibilities. "And you've…done this before?"

Both made no secret of the fact that they were getting wetter and wetter and wetter. They opened their legs and through the glass table they could spot that neither of them was wearing panties under their short dresses. Their slick pussies were yearning for each other and their clits were throbbing with desire.

Steph licked her finger, a sly smile playing at her lips. "More times than I can count."

April leaned over to her, gave her a long, wet French kiss and bit Steph's lower lip as she leaned back. "And what if I wanna try it?"

Steph was taken by surprise and her eyes were still closed. But as soon as she was able to pull herself together and realized what had just happened, she took a deep breath and answered, "Then we'll have war tonight, sweetheart. Woman-to-woman, clit-on-clit sex war!"

Rock the Boat

The Florida sun beat down on the deck of the yacht, shimmering off the azure waters that surrounded it. Cassandra "Cassie" Van Der Meer and Victoria "Vixen" Acosta, two of Miami's most successful and eccentric real estate agents, lounged naked on the plush cushions, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Their rivalry was legendary, a constant dance of one-upmanship that had spilled over into every aspect of their lives, including this impromptu yachting trip.

Cassie, with her strawberry blonde hair and emerald green eyes, was the first to break the silence. "You know, Vixen, they say that real estate is all about location, location, location. But I think it's more about who's on top, isn't it?" Her voice was as smooth as the champagne she sipped, but her eyes held a challenge.

Vixen, with her hazel hair and ice blue eyes, smirked. "Well, Cassie, I've always been more of a 'who's the best' kind of girl. And I do believe in testing that theory...in every way possible." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "What do you say we make this trip a little more…interesting?"

Cassie took another sip of champagne and ran her hand seductively through her hair. "You're on, Vixen. But remember, I always get what I want."

Vixen chuckled and she also took another sip. "We'll see about that.". Her gaze dropped, focusing on Cassie's soft pussy, which was now visibly swollen with arousal. "Well, if we're going to fight, we should do it properly," she suggested, her voice poised. Cassie nodded, her eyes locked on Vixen's glistening womanhood. "Yes, I agree. Let's make this a real fight."

As the two women lunged at each other, their bodies collided with an unexpected intensity. Their breasts pressed together, and their nipples hardened from the contact. A powerful wave of arousal washed over them as their bodies molded together. After a few minutes of wrestling and rolling around, they spread their legs wide and let their hard, sticky clits collide.

Their bodies moved in sync, their pussies thrusting against each other, seeking pleasure and dominance. The sun slowly dipped below the horizon, casting the yacht in a deep orange hue as the women continued their aggressive, sweaty tribfighting. Their moans filled the air, mingling with the gentle lapping of the waves against the boat. Vixen's fingers dug into Cassie's breasts, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on her rival's soft skin. Cassie, in turn, grabbed Vixen's ass, pulling their pussies even tighter together. Their bodies glistened with a thin layer of sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The pleasure built within them, their clits throbbing with every furious rub against each other. The sex war intensified, the two real estate agents reaching unknown heights of female ecstasy. But only one will come out on top at nightfall and put her opponent in her place in the most intimate way possible.

Last day of vacation

Coco, Tabitha, Josie, Aislin and Daphne had been on vacation together in Mexico for what seemed like an eternity. The tension between the girls had been steadily rising with each passing day. It was supposed to be a fun and carefree getaway that had quickly devolved into a series of arguments and near-fights.

On the evening before their departure, the situation had reached a boiling point. Voices were raised, insults were hurled, and it seemed like their entire friendship could unravel before their very eyes. The girls were exhausted from the never-ending bickering and the prospect of a long flight back home filled them with a sense of dread. They all knew that they needed to let off steam by themselves and find a way to release the pent-up frustration that had been building up inside of them.

Out of sheer boredom, Coco (violet lingerie) had taken matters into her own hands. She had ordered a busty prostitute to their hotel room, determined to settle her score with at least one bitch, since she had not yet achieved her goal of challenging a hot Mexican woman to a pussyfight at this point.

Meanwhile, Tabitha (bob haircut) had gotten into a heated argument with a blonde woman she had encountered in the hotel lobby. The confrontation had escalated into a full-blown trib duel in her room, with the two stripping down and engaging in a passionate and slippery battle of their cunts. Moans and groans echoed throughout the floors, as Tabitha was surprised how good this slut could fuck.

Josie (bottom), on the other hand, had met a girl the previous night at the beach bar. The chemistry between them had been undeniable and they had wasted no time retreating back to the hotel for a night of lesbian sex war. Josie lay tangled in the sheets with her newfound rival, their tribfight having been paused to be continued at daybreak. But now they had found new strength again to force each other to ecstatic orgasms, just as real women compete with one another.

And then there were Daphne (brunette) and Aislin (blonde), the two girls whose clitoral rivalry had repeatedly brought the vacation to the brink of implosion. On the very last day, the two squabblers had finally decided to let their pussies fight it out once and for all, to settle the matter that had been plaguing their vacation for far too long. Their impatience was written on their faces to finally let their wet cunts trib wrestle with each other. Their movements were accordingly skillful in order to demonstrate their respective sexual superiority.

Stripping Rivalry

The neon sign outside the strip club flickered in the night, casting an eerie glow on the wet pavement. Inside, the stage was dimly lit, and two figures moved sensuously in the shadows. They were rivals, these two strippers who had been competing for the attention of their patrons for months.

Tonight, they had been hired for a private show for their regular customers, a lesbian couple who loved to watch them perform. The strippers knew that they had to outdo each other tonight, to prove once and for all who was the better performer.

First up was Quinn, a leggy brunette with a body that just wouldn't quit. She moved to the center of the stage, her hips swaying to the beat of the music. As she danced, she could feel the heat of the couple's gaze on her. Across the stage, Domino watched with narrowed eyes. She was a self-confident blonde with curves in all the right places, and she knew that she could outshine Quinn any day of the week. She waited until Quinn had finished her routine before making her move, sauntering onto the stage with a hawkish smile on her face. The couple watched, entranced, as Domino danced. She was mesmerizing, and they couldn't take their eyes off of her. Quinn watched from the wings, her jaw clenched in frustration. She couldn't let Domino win this time.

And so, the two women began to compete, each trying to outdo the other with their seductive moves. They danced closer and closer, their bodies mere inches apart. The tension between them was palpable, and the couple could feel themselves getting wet just watching them provoking one another by dancing skin on skin and ripping their scanty schoolgirl costumes off until they were completely naked.

But the competition soon turned into something…more. Quinn and Domino found themselves getting caught up in the moment, their bodies moving in time with one another. They touched each other, their hands exploring each other's curves and contours. Before they knew it, they were kissing, their lips locked in a passionate embrace. The couple watched in amazement as the two rivals broke apart, their chests heaving with exertion. Domino and Quinn looked at each other, their eyes filled with anger and lust. They knew what they had to do next. Their bodies pressed together. Their breasts mashed against one another.

Domino pushed Quinn down onto the floor. She straddled Quinn, her pussy hovering just above Quinn's. Domino lowered herself, their wet pussies meeting to tribfuck, their hips moving in time with one another. In what seemed like an endless moment for all four women, the two strippers let their slippery pussies and swollen clits slide gently over each other or collide violently again and again. The moans made all the women's desire almost boil over. Orgasms came constantly in duet with the climaxes of their spectators, but the duel of tribadic arts continued undeterred. Surrender was not an option.

But eventually the exhaustion became too great and their cunts couldn't continue fighting. At some point the orgasms stopped being counted and a clear championesse couldn't be declared. Spent, with their panties down, satisfied and breathing heavily, the couple sat on the audience couch and, in their excitement, had emptied all their wallets onto the stage. When Quinn and Domino realized this, their enmity was forgotten. Their spontaneous sex war had, after all, earned them a small fortune. They collected the bills and were extremely pleased. It had been a profitable and fun night.

One veiled night

The moon hung low in the night sky, bathing the grounds of the girls boarding school in a soft, argent light. It was a warm July evening, the students were on school holidays and the campus was almost deserted. But the stillness of the summer night was soon to be interrupted by the passionate encounter of two rival and vying teachers – the wrestling coach, Jody (left), and the cheerleader's coach, Trish (right).

Trish wore only a silk robe, tied loosely at the waist, barely hiding her voluptuous bosom. Her fit body was toned from hours spent in the gym, her muscles defined and tempting. She stood by the open window of her room as she anticipated the arrival of her adversary. Soon enough, naked footsteps could be heard in the hallway, and Jody appeared at the door. She, too, was dressed in a silk robe, hers a deep burgundy that contrasted with her pale skin. The fabric barely contained her curvy figure, hinting at the lush breasts and soft curves that lay beneath.

"Trish," Jody purred, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. "You look like a slut who's ready to be fucked."

Trish smirked, her confidence matching Jody's. "As do you, darling. Come here, let me make you my bitch."

With hungry steps, they closed the distance between them. Trish's hands reached out, sliding through Jody's robe, grabbing her tightly around the waist. Jody followed suit. Their lips met, soft and warm, their tongues tangling slowly and gently.

"I'm so glad we finally have the campus to ourselves. I was so tired of this cat and mouse game. Now we can compete again in the way that suits us best.", Trish whispered, almost exploding with desire.

"You can't imagine how my impatience was eating me up inside. Every time we bumped into each other in the gym, I wanted to push you down onto one of the mats and outfuck you.", Jody hissed back.

This night was theirs. They hastily took off each other’s robes but broke apart momentarily, taking in the sight of each other's naked bodies, before Trish led Jody over to the bed. Their sweet juices began to flow as they sat down amidst the tangled sheets. Jody positioned her legs between Trish's thighs, spreading them wide to reveal the glistening pink folds of her pussy.

With slow, deliberate tribs, Trish's and Jody's nectars mingled, drawing moans from deep within their throats. Their clits collided and teased each other, circling one another lasciviously. Jody's hips bucked off the bed, grinding her pussy against Trish's as pleasure coiled tightly within them. The room filled with the sounds of their passionate whispers, the wet smacking of their cunts clapping together and the intoxicating scent of desire. The silvery moonlight made their bodies, covered in subtle beads of sweat, shine in an ethereal shimmer, while their aroused clits and their soft labia indulged in a rhythmic martial dance.

As time passed, their movements became faster and their moans louder. In both women, uncontrollable lust had taken over and the orgasms were building up threateningly. With trembling bodies they finally came in a violence that matched the depth of their sexual rivalry. They each reached between their legs and tried to calm their overstimulated pussies, where they felt the wetness of their mixed juices with their slender fingers. Everything inside them was pulsing as the orgasm had knocked them out. Jody and Trish were panting with exhaustion as they lay on their backs staring at the ceiling. They had waited months for this opportunity to duel and it ended in a draw again...for the fifth time.

After a few minutes of silence, Jody pressed her clit back onto Trish's and began slowly circling her hips, after which Trish thought, "Alright, round 2, bitch!".

Bitch Huntress

Ruby was no stranger to the world of romantic sabotage. As a professional "home-wrecker tracker", she made it her mission to hunt down and punish those girls who sought to destroy other women's relationships. Her weapon of choice? Sexual humiliation.

Ruby had never met a woman who could withstand her unique brand of retribution. She would visit her targets at home, where they would engage in intimate acts of sexual uninhibitedness, their bodies entwined in the most lascivious of ways. She would force them to climax, their wet pussies grinding together until they were left begging for mercy.

But Ruby's latest target, a confident woman named Lucille, was different. She was a skilled seductress, with fiery red hair, and she was not afraid of Ruby's reputation. The two women met on Lucille's porch. The homeowner seemed to be expecting Ruby and before they could even exchange a word, they circled each other and undressed one another with their eyes.

- "Ruby, I presume?" Lucille said, loosening her ponytail.

- "You guessed it. And you're Lucille. The cunt who tried to steal Charlotte's girlfriend. She wants me to give you her regards. I assume you know the reason I'm here?"

- "Of course. I can't wait. I've been expecting you for days. I'm craving to teach you a lesson and show you that you're not the best in town."

- "Really? Then get ready for the fight of your life! My clit will beat up yours."

As they undressed and revealed their well-endowed feminine bodies to each other, Ruby had to acknowledge that Lucille was not the helpless prey she usually faced. The woman was experienced, her body toned and strong. And she was not afraid to take control. They sat down on a nearby couch and initiated their womanly duel: Lucille's legs between Ruby's, swollen clits kissing and wrestling with one another, pussy juices mixing in circular and thrusting movements.

It was a tribadic war between two Amazons, a contest for lesbian dominance, a back and forth without regard for losses, the orgasmic humiliation of the opponent as the only goal. As their moans got louder and their movements became more hectic, out of sync and harder after non-stop pussy-pounding, they realized that this was just the beginning. Ruby had met her match and this was only the first skirmish of a long clit war.

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.

Warm dreams of Vanessa

Marla and her neighbor Vanessa's tension sizzled like hot oil in a pan for months, ready to ignite at any moment. For no apparent reason, both knew immediately after Marla moved into her apartment that they wouldn't become friends in this life. That afternoon, when Marla came home from work, she absentmindedly walked down the hallway and looked at her phone. Suddenly Vanessa came around the corner and the two bumped into each other. Their blouses got tangled and some buttons came undone, partially exposing both women's nipples.

- "Bitch! Watch where you're going!"

- "Look who's talking! Watch out before I tear your cheap blouse completely, cunt."

- "You like that? I know you'd love to lick those tits."

- "Don't make me laugh! Look at my beautiful breasts. What could I use yours for?"

Both women were visibly aroused by this brief exchange of words, as their nipples became hard, ready to be clashed. But they just buttoned up their blouses again, Vanessa got into the lift and Marla went to her apartment.

In the evening, as Marla rubbed her soft skin with soothing oils and submerged herself in the steamy embrace of her bath, her thoughts drifted to Vanessa again. The idea of teaching this whore a lesson in the most intimate way heated up her every touch with anticipation. Marla's fantasies took flight. In her mind's eye, Vanessa intruded into her bathroom, the water welcoming her presence. Marla closed her eyes, her right hand running down her thighs while her left hand cupped her breast. Wild, moisturizing scenes played out in her head of her and Vanessa sliding their aroused clits over one another and fighting to force each other to climax. Marla moaned as she pleasured herself, the pussyfight in her fantasy reached a fever pitch, her unbridled lust made waves in the hot water, as if the two rivals were actually trying to outdo each other tribadically.