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.