Afternoon's Sweet Temptation

Théa, a curvy 26-year-old with red hair and pale skin, was lounging by the pool with her new boyfriend, Marco. They wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to have the apartment complex's pool to themselves that afternoon, despite the hot temperatures. They laughed and teased each other and genuinely had a good time. Suddenly, Dara, a striking 30-year-old Asian chick emerged from the building. Her curvaceous body was accentuated by a bikini that barely covered her nipples.

"Mind if I join you?" Dara asked, not waiting for an answer. Théa exchanged a glance with Marco, who shrugged.

"Sure, why not?" Théa replied, trying to hide her annoyance. Dara lay down on the deck chair right next to them, which irritated Marco in particular, for her eyes were never leaving Théa.

"Your boyfriend is quite handsome," she said, enjoying the sight of Théa's gorgeous ass and her breasts lying flat on her towel. "But I must say, you're the hot one here."

Théa uttered an exasperated and unimpressed, "Thanks."

Dara continued, "Well, I bet your wet slit is swelling up just thinking about what we could do together, am I right?"

Théa bristled. "Excuse me?"

Dara smirked. "Oh, come on. Don't act so innocent! I've heard stories about what you did in bed with Tina's friend the other day. Some say she came for an entire hour. You're exactly the kind of freaky I like."

Marco couldn’t believe his ears and Théa was lacking an explanation. "Listen babe, ignore that bitch, I'm not a lesbian. I just have a little fun with women from time to time. Sorry I didn't tell you."

Dara stood up and laughed maliciously. "Maybe it's better that way. These stories are all lies anyway. You would just be intimidated by my sex appeal and would cum within seconds."

"Shut the fuck up, cunt! I would conquer you and make you my little bitch!", Théa replied defiantly.

Dara bared her voluptuous breasts, which was considered an unmistakable challenge. "Then prove it. Let's have a little competition, woman to woman. I bet I can make you orgasm before you can make me cum. Prove your reputation is deserved, you "non-lesbian"!"

Théa turned away. "No, I'm not interested."

Dara chuckled. "Afraid you'll lose? Or is it because your boyfriend is here?" She turned to Marco. "Maybe you should go take a walk or something. Give us girls some privacy." She then stepped gracefully into the pool, expecting a response to her declaration of sexual war.

Marco looked at Théa, a question in his eyes. Théa sighed. "It's fine. I can handle this."

Théa joined her challenger in the pool and also pulled down her green bikini top, sealing the deal: these two women would compete sensually.

Dara and Théa circled each other in the pool, their eyes locked. They explored each other's bodies, especially their breasts became targets of gentle attacks. The chemistry between them was perfect, they were getting hot – so hot that the water could have started to boil. As the spiral of escalation progressed, their hands wandered into each other's bikini bottoms and found aroused clits whose impatience to wrestle with one another was palpable.

Their soft moaning was interrupted when Dara made a suggestion. "It seems that this pool is too small for the both of us. Let's move this showdown somewhere where our pussies can fight out this clinch without limits. Let's go to my place!"

Théa was more than pleased with this idea. "Fuck yeah! I can't wait for our clits to meet and bash each other up until you scream with lust between my wet thighs."

"You wish, slut! I'm going to fuck you to the climax of your life now, whether you want it or not. But when our juices mix you'll want to, I promise.", Dara announced confidently.

Hand in hand and almost naked, they left the pool together and strutted into the apartment building. Their moans and screams could be heard in the distance until late into the night…

Indulgence

Geraldine (right) has done it. She's defeated her arch rival Genevieve (left) in the ultimate contest that two women can have. In the competition to see who can better use their sexual skills to force their opponent to orgasm, Geraldine was able to gain the upper hand after a hard-fought duel. They scissored and tribbed hard and fast, their wet pussies and aroused clits ramming together in their rage, wrestling and squeezing for dominance between their thighs. Now, as Genevieve's climax overtakes her and runs through her body from the tips of her hair to the tips of her toes, Geraldine savors this moment of triumph to the full, reveling in the sight of her opponent writhing in pleasure while she thrusts her pussy against Genevieve's throbbing cunt a few more times to mark her dominance and elicit a few more moans of inferiority from her. This battle was a feast for all the senses. The two ladies would lie naked together on the couch for a while, exchanging intimate glances and sharing the Sapphic happiness of being able to compete with one another. One woman outdid the other, but they were now sisters in the tribadic test of strength and thus one.

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.