When mermaids clash

Some rivalries in sports achieve legendary status. In particular, two female athletes who are not connected by any friendship, but rather by a rivalry over who is superior in their discipline, generate a stir and interest. Last but not least, the enmity can sometimes take on a very personal dimension, so that not only the athletic ability becomes the target of verbal attacks.

This is what happened to two Nordic swimming stars, Maren from Denmark and Sylvi from Norway. During their active careers, they vied for major titles at the Olympic Games, World Championships, and European Championships, dominating the swimming lanes unchallenged for many years. In addition, they were each considered the most beautiful women in swimming and were photographed several times for various erotic magazines, such as the Playboy. In the included interviews, it became common practice for them to rant about each other and portray themselves as the one true swimming queen.

By then, both had retired from their careers, and things had quieted down. But the very first joint interview, hosted by Playboy TV, brought the public's attention back to Sylvi and Maren. The atmosphere between them seemed surprisingly relaxed and easygoing as they sat by a pool, answering the interviewer's questions - as if their rivalry had never existed.

But sooner or later the question about their personal relationship had to come up. Maren, wearing a blue bikini, answered first. "It's true, we despised each other in the water. We did anything to beat one another for that gold," she said, her eyes locked on her Norwegian counterpart. Sylvi, wearing a red swimsuit, smirked in response. "But when we were not racing, when we were just two naked bodies in the locker room..." she trailed off, a mischievous grin appearing on her face.

Maren leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, revealing a hint of her inner thigh. "Sometimes, I caught her looking," she admitted, a hint of challenge in her voice. "And I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking."

Sylvi's smirk grew wider, and she bit her lip. "Oh, you know what I was thinking," she purred. "I was thinking about how much I'd love to show you what I'm really made of."

The interviewer, caught off guard by this unexpected turn of conversation, stuttered for a moment before regaining her composure. "Ladies, this is quite...revealing. But tell me, have you ever acted on these, uh, feelings?"

Without missing a beat, Sylvi leaned forward, her breasts straining against the fabric of her swimsuit. "Never during the games. But I'll tell you what," she said, looking her rival up and down. "How about we settle this once and for all? Right here, right now! A sexfight! Pussy-to-Pussy! First to cum loses."

Maren's eyes flashed with excitement. "You're on," she said.

The shocked interviewer watched as the two athletes stood up and letting their swimwear fall to the floor. Their perfectly shaped bodies shimmered under the sunlight, every muscle and curve on full display.

They faced each other, the pool reflecting their naked forms, and without another word, they collided. The sound of wet flesh slapping together echoed through the backyard as they began to trib, each trying to outdo the other.

The interviewer had to contain her excitement. These two had seemingly been waiting forever for an opportunity to let their clits collide, to release the sexual tension between them. They clearly enjoyed rubbing their wet crotches together wildly and fiercely.

It turned out to be a contest in which orgasm would simultaneously mean defeat and release from years of pent-up lust. A sexfight in which desire and hate mingled into an explosive cocktail. The ultimate end to a feminine rivalry that was always meant to be settled this way.

Scenes of primal traditions

The year is 94 BC, on the eastern Black Sea coast. Two Amazon tribes had been locked in a bitter land dispute for decades. The coveted territory, perfect for cultivating lush vineyards, was the heart of their conflict. To prevent further bloodshed, it was decided that the two priestesses of Aisore, the goddess of love and war, powerful and valued advisors to their respective tribes, should compete against each other in a sexual, tribadic competition. The goddess would undoubtedly favor the one in the duel who she considered more worthy of letting her sisters settle here.

The two women, well versed in the act of sexual satisfaction, retreated to a secluded beach to decide this war with a climax. Together they walked naked through the forest to announce their contest to the female spirits of nature. They sang a prayer to ask for energy for a long and passionate test of strength so that they could truly prove themselves before the eyes of their goddess. Finally, they reached the coast, where the sound of the waves and the air filled with salt water created an intimate yet primal atmosphere. The priestesses faced each other, their eyes locked in a silent promise of what was to come. Orithia took the first step, her gaze dipping down to Kallista's lips before returning to her eyes. "May the goddess guide our hands and hearts," she said, her voice a low rumble. Kallista responded with a nod, her lips curling into a subtle smile. "Let us honor her with our passion."

The setting sun made their skin shimmer in a golden light, just as their hands explored each other's bodies, lips and tongues moistened hard nipples, as if two marble statues had come to life. Seemingly, the goddess enjoyed their sensual duel, for their lust began to burn hot. She gifted her warring priestesses with plenty of moisture between their thighs so that the fight could begin. Which of her two servants, well acquainted with their mistress's art, would be able to withstand the libido sent out by Aisore for longer?

As their clits touched and began to wrestle, their moans and screams echoed to the heavens and opened the gates to their mistress's sensual treasure of knowledge. They let their vulvas collide, let their labia dance with each other, unite and separate again with sticky threads of pleasure. The forces of nature took over their actions and their will to win this battle was more unbroken than ever. Nevertheless, the constant stimulation took its toll, and both felt the peak of their orgasmic endurance approaching after what felt like an endless give and take.

With one last push they dared to force the decision, but when their breasts began to tremble simultaneously and they cried out after gasping for breath, it was clear that they were evenly matched. But in this competition no draw was tolerated, neither by the worldly nor by the divine. So, after a short break, Kallista fell onto her back so that Orithia could mount her and their still slippery vulvas could resume the battle…

Wet Business

Maja's (red-haired) living room had been transformed into a makeshift pottery studio, the scent of fresh clay and glaze filling the air. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the meticulously arranged vases, bowls, and figurines that lined the shelves and tables. A local florist, a sharp-tongued woman named Elena (brunette), stepped in with a critical eye, her arms crossed over her chest.

"These are all so...plain," Elena said with a sniff. "They're not going to stand out in my store. I need something with more...flair."

Maja's face grew hot. She had spent countless hours perfecting her craft, and this woman was dismissing it so easily. "My style is elegant and timeless," she retorted. "Maybe your taste is just too garish to appreciate it."

"Elegant?" Elena scoffed. "These could've been made by a one-handed pensioner!"

Maja's hands clenched into fists. "You wouldn't know elegance if it slapped you across your over-glossed lips!"

The tension in the room was palpable. Then, Elena leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing. "And I bet you couldn't even throw a pot without getting your hands all sticky with your own juices, you fucking amateur."

Maja's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

Elena stepped closer, a smug smirk playing on her lips. "You heard me. I bet you couldn't handle a real challenge, especially not between the legs."

The words hung in the air like a thunderclap, and the two women stared at each other, the heat of the moment making their breaths shallow. Then, with an angry hiss, Maja grabbed Elena by the arm, dragged her into the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed.

"You want a challenge?" she growled. "Let's settle this the womanly way."

The fight was on. Maja's hands were already at her own pants, unbuttoning and unzipping with a feral hunger. With a surprised and expectant grin, Elena watched Maja uncovering her wet pussy, her clit swollen with desire. "Let's see if you can handle this kind of 'flair'," she taunted.

Elena's eyes widened with lust. She followed Maja's lead, her own hands moving swiftly to strip away her jeans and underwear. Her pussy was equally wet, her arousal evident as she lay naked on the blanket, spread her legs and let her fingers slide through her labia.

"You think you're so special with that?" Elena jeered, her voice thick with arousal. "I've seen better in a brothel."

Maja's eyes flashed. "We'll see who's better."

The room was silent except for their ragged breaths. Then, Maja sat down full of vigor between the open thighs of her challenger, slamming her pussy into Elena's. The collision resulted in a loud, wet smacking sound, which sent a pleasurable jolt through both of them. They began to grind against each other, their hips moving in a frenzied dance. Their pussies were hot, wet and slick. Elena and Maja moaned passionately, calling each other slut or whore and mixing their juices into a sweet nectar that covered their battling clits.

"You fuck great, bitch! But not as good as me. I will subdue you! Your climax is mine!"

"You are the best cunt I've had in a long time. But don’t fool yourself Your pussy will burn when mine is done with her."

"Oh, do you think so? Are you sure you don't want to kiss my 'over-glossed' lips?"

"Yeah! I wanna kiss you while our pussies fight and fight and fight, getting wetter, getting slipperier…"

"Fuck, it's so hot when you talk like that. Now trib me harder, faster, I want to see our juices splash!"

Love Triangle

"Oh wow, I can't believe this is actually happening. Well, of course I wanted them to fight over me, but I never expected them to fight that dirty, like cats in heat. Who knew they had such fiery personalities under those bikinis? As fiery as their red hair. The way they thrust into each other, how they moan and gasp, how their bodies shimmer in the sun like statues made of alabaster…it's so arousing, yet I feel a bit guilty for enjoying the show. Their competitive game is perfect, I can't take my eyes off them. Should I stop them? Or let it play out and see who wins? This vacation takes a steamy turn, who would have thought. Let me just...take some video evidence."

It starts with the eyes and ends between the legs

Ah, the timeless dance of seduction, that can often begin with the simplest of gestures - a flutter of the eyes, a lingering gaze, the promise of what lies beneath the surface. It is in this realm of non-verbal communication that a sexual duel between two women may commence, a silent yet potent battle of desire and dominance. Imagine two women, strangers perhaps, or rivals, lock eyes across the room. The first volley is fired - a look that speaks of challenge, curiosity, and the unspoken question, "Do you dare?". It is a silent declaration of intent that the other cannot help but notice.

The eyes, those windows to the soul, are the opening gambit in this intimate skirmish. They size each other up, seeking vulnerability, confidence, or perhaps a spark of reciprocity. A subtle arch of an eyebrow, the dilation of pupils, the slightest twitch of the lips - each microexpression is a clue to the other's thoughts and feelings. It is here, in the eye contact, that the initial connection is made, the first line drawn in the sand. But they do not merely reflect attraction; they are the instruments through which it is communicated, the silent whispers of "I see you," "I want you," and "I dare you". This visual interplay is a game of power and allure, where the intensity and duration of the gaze can speak volumes about ambition.

As the tension builds, the bodies of these two combatants may begin to move closer, drawn together by an invisible force, like magnets to metal. And so, it is between the legs where the decisive battle is waged, where the fire in the eyes meets the heat of the flesh. As their vulvas intertwine, as one woman's clit presses against the other one's, the duel reaches new heights. Whether the outcome is a passionate embrace or a parting of ways, the contest has been played out, the tension released in a burst of sensuality that began with a simple look, a silent challenge that grew into a womanly match for sexual power.

Best Pussy at the Pool

Felicity (blonde) was done. Done with the betrayal, the heartbreak, the lies. She had packed her bags and flown all the way to the Dominican Republic to get her mind off things. If there was anything she craved, it was distraction. One afternoon, she was relaxing by the pool when she noticed the gorgeous, dark-skinned Violeta in a green bikini walking past her lounger over and over again. Felicity couldn't help but stare. Violeta was stunning, with confidence that radiated off of her. Finally, Violeta sat down right opposite Felicity. Without batting an eyelid, Violeta bared her breasts.

Felicity let out a surprised laugh because she had to admit that even though she thought highly of her own body, those tits were fantastic and could undoubtedly compete with hers. Then Violeta opened her thighs and started playing with her pussy under her bikini bottom. "That bitch!" Felicity thought, "She wants me. She's challenging my sex."

Neither of them could deny the sexual tension between them and the impending womanly duel as Violeta pulled her bikini bottom aside, rubbed her exposed clit and gestured to Felicity to come to her so they could rub slippery cunt against slippery cunt. Oh yes, that was exactly what Felicity needed right now. A willing, combative, wet slut on whom she could take out her sexual frustration – finally some action and distraction.

Violeta stood up and walked seductively towards the bungalow where she had her room. Felicity followed close behind her, with an expectant smile on her face. They walked up the stairs hand in hand. At the top, they shared a passionate kiss before Violeta pushed Felicity onto her bed, thus beginning the contest. Now Violeta could examine her opponent for this afternoon for the first time. Beautiful labia, throbbing in impatient anticipation to finally take in Violeta's clit. Yes, her's and Felicity's pussy were made for each other and would have a great fight.

They wasted no time and let their soaking wet cunts come together without further ado. Felicity felt Violeta's juices spread over her pussy, and it turned her on even more. Both moaned passionately and fucked each other excellently. Violeta started to move her hips faster, grinding her clit against Felicity's. The friction was intense, and Felicity could feel an orgasm building. She let out a loud moan, and Violeta knew she had won. Violeta followed suit, her orgasm ripping through her body.

She collapsed on top of Felicity, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. Felicity looked up at Violeta, and she knew she had found the distraction she had been looking for. But of course that was only the first round, reaching its climax far too quickly due to the strong arousal that had built up before the encounter. Naked and bathed in sweat, they lay cheek to cheek. Then they gave each other a look like two wildcats ready to attack one another. They will make each other cum many more times today. This ain't over yet!

Dom of the Dorm

College can be a sexual war zone. Milena and Eleni (glasses) had been roommates in the same dorm since their freshman year. But they never really became friends. Their fiery personalities were too similar in all the wrong ways. Neither of them would tolerate another lesbian in their dorm competing with them for their fellow students' wet pussies. Both claimed to be the dominant woman.

One afternoon, Milena heard moaning and slurping sounds coming from Eleni's room. She opened the door and saw her lying in the 69 position with Jemma from the room two doors down, their tongues playing with each other's clits.

"What the fuck?" Milena exclaimed angrily. Eleni smirked, bit her lip and enjoyed how Jemma's tongue twirled her clit.

"Jealous, Milena?" she taunted.

Milena's eyes narrowed, her breaths coming in short bursts. "You're fucking pushing it, Eleni. This ends now."

Jemma walked past Milena naked, giving her an angry side eye, not happy that she had ended her tryst with Eleni so abruptly. Normally, Milena would have taken this as a provocation and given Jemma a lesson about womanhood between her thighs. But her eyes were on Eleni.

"Come on, give it to me! I know you want to punish me. You want to beat my clit with yours, you want to make me cum so hard that I finally accept you as the Dom and leave all the hot sluts in the dorm to you. But guess what, bitch, I'm going to humiliate you with my smooth pussy. You're going to enjoy the orgasm I'm going to give you so much that you can call me Mistress from now on. I'm the ring leader, I call the shots!" Eleni stated confidently.

With her forefinger, she beckoned Milena to her, signaling that she should get naked and come to the bed to begin their battle. Milena wasted no time and got rid of everything that could get in the way of their sexfight. This was the unique opportunity for both of them to finally claim dominance in this feminine rivalry.

Their movements were forceful, as they began to grind their pussies together. The sound of wet labia slapping against wet labia filled the air, punctuated by their gasps and moans. The intensity grew with each passing moment, their hips moving faster and more fierce as they sought the sweet release that would signal victory. Milena wrapped her arms around Eleni's neck, her fingers digging into her rival's skin as she matched her pace. The friction between them built, their clits swelling and begging for more.

Milena's breath grew ragged, her moans growing louder as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her. But she was not one to give in so easily. With a roar of defiance, she turned onto her stomach and pushed her clit right onto Eleni's. A gasp of surprise escaped both women at the sudden rush of arousal, and Eleni lifted her leg to give their clits even more room to wrestle, their passion overflowing as they shared the best sex they had ever experienced. They rammed, rubbed and mixed their juices in such ecstasy that their argument was almost forgotten.

Only when both came dangerously close to climax during their sexual tightrope act did they remember the reason for their pussy-mingling. But it was already too late for them. They came together and enjoyed every millisecond that it passed through them. It seemed as if they would have to continue sharing the territory of the dorm with each other. A battle was over, but the sex war went on.