Extreme Competitiveness

“It’s my fucking turn on the cables, Maddy!”

The words were cutting through the thumping bass of the gym’s music. Aubrey stood there, her tank top already damp with sweat, clinging to her full chest. On the other side, Maddy didn’t back down an inch, her own sports bra tight across her generous curves, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Your name on it, honey? I didn’t see it.”

It had been weeks of this. Every evening, 10 PM sharp. Two women, both alone, both committed, circling each other like prize fighters. It was never spoken, never acknowledged outside of the gym. Just glares across the room. Side-eyes during weightlifts. Silent judgments on form, on performance, on the way the other’s shorts hugged the swell of her ass. A simmering, competitive hate that felt hotter than a sauna.

That was it! The audacity. The arrogance. Aubrey’s hand shot out, fingers tangling in Maddy’s black ponytail.

“Hey!” Maddy gasped, more in shock than pain, stumbling back. But contrary to what one might have expected, that the two big-breasted hate-mates would start a brawl, a pent-up sapphic desire suddenly erupted. Aubrey exposed Maddy's voluptuous boobs. “You bitch,” Maddy breathed, but a willing smile appeared on her lips.

Aubrey understood this as an unambiguous consent to take their rivalry to a new level. Her impatient tongue caressed Maddy's nipples as she pulled down her shorts. “You wanna fight?” Maddy panted, her wetness making itself felt like fresh dew between her legs. “Fine. Let’s fight.”

Now Aubrey also displayed her womanly weapons. Their skin, still covered in sweat from training, allowed their big breasts to glide over each other with a fluidity as if they had oiled themselves. That was the moment when skirmishes turned into sexual acts of war. Their tongues wrestled with each other as they couldn't tear themselves away from each other's gorgeous boobs. They grabbed them, squeezed them, let nipples loose on each other…all in anticipation of the ecstatic battle to be fought between their thighs.

They removed anything that might have separated their clits and went over to the weight bench. They sat down on a velvety towel, whereupon their thighs eagerly opened and crossed. Aubrey displayed the same dominance she exuded in the gym during scissoring, wasting no time and running her slippery pussy over the smooth pussy of Maddy, who was lying on her back.

There was no more pretense. No more gym rivalry. Their bodies aligned, wet heat meeting wet heat. Aubrey’s swollen pussy lips dragged through Maddy’s soaked folds, her own hard, aching clit pressing right against Maddy’s.

“Oh, fuck,” Maddy choked out, her head falling back onto the bench.

Aubrey was on fire. The sensation was unbelievable. The slick, hot slide of two glistening pussies against one another. The direct, maddening pressure of swollen clit on clit. She could feel every ridge, every throb of Maddy’s body against her own.

“That’s it,” Aubrey moaned, her voice ragged. “You feel that? That’s my fucking cunt on yours. You wanted to fight me? This is how we fight.”

Maddy’s hips surged up to meet her, a hard, answering thrust. “You talk too much,” she gasped, but her eyes were glazed with lust. “Just fuck me, bitch! Fuck me with that wet pussy.”

The pace quickened. The sound was filthy: a wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin sliding together. But now that their passion was really heating up, the narrow bench proved too restrictive for a contest of such lesbian ferocity. So, they moved their sexfight to the mat floor, where their naked bodies had all the necessary freedom of movement to let their pussies wrestle with each other unrestricted.

Their clits were so stimulated, the way they slid over each other and twisted, that neither of them could think of anything else but cumming pleasurably. But their ambition kept them competing. 

“I’m gonna make you cum,” Aubrey snarled. “I’m gonna feel that cunt of yours pulse against mine. I’m gonna win.”

“You first,” Maddy shot back, her own movements becoming erratic, desperate.

Exhaustion was etched on their faces, delicate beads of sweat trickled down their skin, and increasingly frequent waves of orgasmic shock washed over them from their toes to the tips of their hair, heralding the inevitable. They lived in the moment, indulging in intimate ecstasy, woman to woman, holding nothing back. Until finally, Maddy collapsed onto her back, unleashing a wild orgasm. The war of pussies was over.

Aubrey stood up, laughing triumphantly, looked down haughtily at her weakened rival, and spoke with mockery in her voice. “I told you I'd outfuck you. You're no match for a woman like me. I hope for your sake you've learned your lesson.”

Maddy was too exhausted and satisfied to reply. She had lost, yes. But it had been a once-in-a-lifetime fuck. She couldn't hide her satisfaction, which only made Aubrey even more heady with victory. Aubrey then strutted over to the showers.

But what the winner of a sexfight is only too happy to keep quiet about after the competition is over also applied to Aubrey. She herself had only narrowly escaped climax, and like her opponent, she too had felt it was the best fuck she'd had in a long time. Under the warm, cascading water of the shower, she worked her still-hard clit, trying to award herself an orgasm as the prize of her victory. Was she perhaps thinking about Maddy's beautiful breasts and her body, how it moved gracefully in rhythm with their battling pussies? Of course, she would never have admitted that…

"You know what would be fun...?"

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Levels of lust never explored before

In the heart of the city, during a windy autumn night, two formidable women, Jen and Cassie, found themselves entangled in a rivalry that had spanned over a decade. Their paths had first crossed in the halls of their university. Jen was a force to be reckoned with, known for her sharp wit and unyielding ambition. Cassie, on the other hand, was a vision of elegance, her charm and intelligence making her a natural leader. Their rivalry was born out of mutual respect and a fierce competitive spirit, but beneath the surface, there was an undeniable sexual attraction that neither could ignore.

That night, as the city lights twinkled outside their luxurious hotel suite, Jen and Cassie stood facing each other, their hearts pounding with a mix of anticipation and tension. The suite was adorned with opulent furnishings, but the centerpiece was a rotating bed, its circular frame promising a night of unparalleled pleasure.

Jen's eyes roamed over Cassie's curves, taking in the soft swell of her breasts, the gentle curve of her hips, and the smooth skin that begged to be touched. Cassie, in turn, admired Jen's athletic frame and the confident way she carried herself. The rivalry that had defined their relationship for so long seemed to melt away, replaced by a hunger for clit-on-clit fighting that neither could deny.

They stood there, naked, their bodies bathed in the soft light, their eyes locked in a challenge as old as time. Then, with a simultaneous movement, they stepped onto the rotating bed. Their tongues wrestled, their bodies pressed together, their nipples hard against each other. After a while of kissing as well as grabbing breasts and butts, Jen and Cassie had gotten themselves going and were breathing heavily with arousal. Their first taste of sapphic intimacy with one another had proven highly stimulating, although their mutual contempt burned brighter than ever before. What could be more significant than outdoing your arch-rival in the ultimate test of self-control? Both women longed for this victory immensely.

Shortly afterwards, they opened their thighs to each other, crossed their legs, and their slippery clits finally met. The bed rotated slowly, the movement adding a new dimension to their contest. They moaned, the sound of their pussies moving against one another filled the room, a symphony of sex and competition.

Cassie, her breath coming in short gasps, her body trembling with pleasure, was the first to speak. "You're good, Jen," she panted, her voice ragged. "But I'm better."

Jen, her eyes shining with desire, smiled. "We'll see about that," she replied, her voice being interrupted by a sudden moan.

They continued their match, their sweat-slicked bodies moving in a rhythm that was gorgeous and torture alike, because suppressing the orgasm any further became impossible. They brought each other to levels of lust they had never explored before. Reluctance and devotion vied for dominance on both sides.

The room suddenly became almost silent, except for the fast, wet slapping and sliding sounds of their dueling pussies, as even moaning or talking became too exhausting. Finally, with a cry, Cassie came, her body convulsing, her clit pulsing against Jen's. Jen, with a triumphant smile, followed her, her body shuddering, her clit throbbing against Cassie's.

They gasped as the intensity of their paralyzing climaxes slowly subsided. Jen had narrowly won. But that was secondary for the moment. They lay in each other's arms, trying to grasp what they had just experienced. They looked into each other's eyes and saw neither antipathy nor affection. Only satisfaction. Morning would reveal how this fight had affected their relationship.