“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…
