AI: THE AMBUSH
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Week schedule and VOTING TIME!
TUESDAY
SHORTS: ARABIC PASSION (2)
WEDNESDAY
AI ART: THE AMBUSH
THURSDAY
TOURNAMENT: RANDOM DUELS, day 6
FRIDAY
PETRI’S WRITINGS: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 14
SATURDAY
3D STORY: LESSON PLAN, pages 95-97
SUNDAY
TEXT STORY: MILK UDDERS, part 33
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VOTING TIME! Remember:
TITFIGHT LEVEL: 1 vote for a text story and 1 vote for a 3D story.
SEXFIGHT LEVEL: 2 votes for a text story and 2 votes for a 3D story (you can split the votes if you want to vote for more stories).
After the previous week's voting, the results are as follows:
1- MILK UDDERS: 38 votes.
2- THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 35 votes.
3- DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR: 35 votes.
4- EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION: 33 votes.*
5- BEAUTY BATTLE: 30 votes.
6- MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER: 29 votes.
*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.
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1- LESSON PLAN: 42 votes.
2- UNFINISHED BUSINESS: 39 votes.*
3- THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 38 votes.
*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.
The winning story of the week will receive a 5-vote penalty for the next vote. Any non-winning story will receive an extra cumulative vote for each week without winning (+1 the first week, +2 the second week...), up to a maximum bonus of 15 votes in the fifth week. In case of a tie, the story that has not won for the longest time or, if not, the one that is the least written will be chosen.
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The current options are:
TEXT STORIES AVAILABLE
1) MILK UDDERS
Two young busty mildmaids face each other in a battle of milk-squirting boobs.
Women: Petite, big-breasted, white-haired vs dark-haired.
Where: The Alps, on the border between Austria and Italy.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Nipplefight, Sexfight.
Story length: Very long (300-500 pages).
2) EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION
Two cocky female teachers secretly battle each other for supremacy at a high school.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, medium-breasted.
Where: Rome (Italy).
More suitable styles: Kissfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
3) BEAUTY BATTLE
Two pretty look-alike women deceived by a man meet in a pub to find out who is the better one in a battle of flesh and alcohol.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, big-breasted.
Where: Beijing (China).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Short (100 pages or less).
4) THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS
Reimagining of the rivalry between Valentine Silverman and Kristine Anderson, young and sexy lifeguards.
Women: Leggy, blonde vs brunette, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA)
More suitable styles: Titfight, Legfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
5) DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR
After moving into a penthouse apartment, a beautiful young woman discovers that her neighbor looks exactly like her.
Women: Blondes, big-breasted, great asses.
Where: Somewhere in Denmark.
More suitable styles: Assfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
6) MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER
Over the course of many years, a beautiful young Spanish girl will gradually fall into the lascivious world of female rivalry.
Women: Chestnut-haired vs all types of women.
Where: Different places in Spain, Portugal, Italy and Belgium.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Sexfight, Catfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
3D STORIES AVAILABLE
1) LESSON PLAN
Two female teachers compete to see who is the better of them. This story is a remake of the story I put up for sale but, since I lost much of the original work, this time you decide how it develops.
Women: Big-breasted, brunettes, firm ass.
Where: Málaga (Spain).
More suitable styles: Titfight, Assfight, Sexfight.
2) THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS
A continuation of The Lifeguards. Kristine and Valentine face each other again after a draw in their first duel.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, leggy, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
3) UNFINISHED BUSINESS, PART 2
A continuation of Unfinished Business. Kim and Janet fight each other again in a desperate rematch.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, petite, big-breasted.
Where: U.S. West Coast.
More suitable styles: Catfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
2024-02-26 02:33:01 +0000 UTC View PostBEAUTY BATTLE, part 4
“Okay, you whore, let’s see who mashes who,” she challenged with a quick glance at the other woman’s bare boobs. “Let’s just clarify the rules, how we’ll know who wins and what the stakes are, so that mine can start beating yours to a pulp at once.”
“Don’t worry, you cunt, we’ll soon see who beats who and which girls conquer which girls,” Fang Mei replied. “But let’s make the rules very clear between us so you can’t hang on to any excuse when I’ve flattened you.”
“That ain’t never gonna happen, bitch. Mine will never lose to yours,” Xiu Li said as the two brunettes closely watched the other nearby pair of fat glands. “First rule: we do this only with our tits. No clinches of any kind.” She twisted the gesture in disgust as she looked at Fang Mei’s big white boobs. “And no hands, unless you need them to support those flabby things to keep them fighting.”
“If yours need that kind of assistance, go ahead and use your hands,” Fang Mei sneered. “It’s not my case, so just tits on my side.” The beautiful ground stewardess narrowed her brown eyes. “Second rule: we’ll do this slow and hard. Let’s keep the violence in check so I can outmass you without anyone outside knowing about the breast beating I’ll be giving you.”
“It will be a pleasure to break yours firmness against firmness, as slow and hard as you can take,” Xiu Li hissed. “And since you’re talking about keeping this private, here’s the third rule: no matter how much I flattened your weak jugs, just keep your voice down so no one hears us and interrupts us before I finish this. When we were scratching each other’s boobs before, we raised our voices. We got lucky once, but we won’t get it a second time.”
“This is just between us, so don’t go screaming when I totally crush you,” Fang Mei agreed. “Fourth rule: the fight won’t end until there’s verbal surrender. I want to hear from your own mouth you admitting that my superior tits have beaten yours.”
“It’s gonna be delicious to hear you surrender your ugly boobies to my fatties.” The flight attendant smiled arrogantly as she stared at Fang Mei’s naked breasts. “I don’t think we need any more rules, considering how little time your tits will last against mine. But we still haven’t agreed what’s at stake…”
“How about you keeping your nasty little pussy away from Yuan Hong forever?” Fang Mei grunted heatedly, the smell of booze coming out of her mouth. “When your tits lose, you’ll never go near him again.” All of a sudden, another idea crossed the mind of the busty brunette, one that made her seductive lips twist into a cruel smile. “Even better: you will leave Beijing.”
“Forced exile? Sounds good to me,” Xiu Li said, the delightful possibility of her almost-cloned nemesis leaving town making her heart beat faster. “I hope you have your suitcase ready. I’ve heard that they need new prostitutes in Donngguan, so you’ll do well there, even after I left your boobs a couple sizes smaller.” A mean smile, cloned from her rival’s, brightened her beautiful face. “Yuan Hong and I will celebrate your departure with a long dirty fuck.”
“Forget about feeling his hard cock inside you again, you whore,” Fang Mei grunted.
“Oh, bitch, you’re the one who has to accept that you’re not gonna swallow his big dick anymore,” Xiu Li argued, her alcohol-laden breath surrounding both women.
The gorgeous dark-eyed, long-legged, fat-titted beauties were silent after the filthy verbal exchange. The rules and the big bet were on the table, and the mutual contempt had become clear after the exchange of insults, so the only thing left in front of Fang Mei and Xiu Li was the carnal resolution that they both longed for and that they didn’t stop asking for. Checking again the other sexy nude rack, they both measured and compared them with their own in what was to be the last visual evaluation. After the trash talk, the other breasts seemed a little fuller, their white skin bristling with anticipation, anxiety and antagonism. Swallowing, both women knew this fight—the first of its kind in their 32 years of life—was going to be a hell of devastating sensations and emotions, a test not only of flesh, but also of mind and will.
It was as if a gravitational force pulled them, Xiu Li towards Fang Mei, Fang Mei towards Xiu Li. The beautiful brunettes only needed a very short step and, for the first time, they felt another woman’s nipples against their own stiff pair. With a soft and short, dirty and seductive gasp, the two women stopped there, needing a few seconds to tame the burning sensations that jumped from nipple to nipple. Looking down, it was undeniable to both beauties how perfectly they were matched for that type of fight: the space between nipples was the same on both pairs of breasts, so the stiff weapons were impeccably aligned against each other without any effort. The umpteenth realization of their physical equality further stoked their mutual hatred, and a venomous resentment began to burn with every snarled word.
“I can feel you getting hard,” Fang Mei said, the delicate tip-to-tip contact transferring all the evidence she needed from Xiu Li’s nipples. “I’m starting to think you’re bating for the other team. You know, the beaver eaters.”
“That’s funny, because I was about to say the same thing about you.” Xiu Li pushed her nipples forward very, very gently, and felt the light pressure in the opposite direction from Fang Mei’s rods. “Feeling how hard you’re getting, I’m seriously starting to think you had ulterior motives in meeting me here. Looking to lick some pussy today, huh?”
The pressure between the increasingly stiff nipples got a little tighter—a silent challenge, a subtle assertion of dominance—as both young beauties engaged in another dirty exchange of accusations and offenses. There was some sweat shining on their skin, the heat in the booth and on their own bodies starting to build up, the air around the busty adversaries thickened with every passing moment.
“The only thing I’m looking for are two weak, sagging boobs to crush,” Fang Mei exhaled, bringing their nipples a little closer together. “How lucky to have just what I want against me right now…”
Xiu Li grunted, feeling her nipples slowly sliding past Fang Mei’s, the length of the other flesh spears feeling interminable before their own rods finally reached the opposing rough areolas. Her hard pink weapons eagerly pierced the sensitive rugged skin, but her own delicate areolas suffered the vengeful assault from Fang Mei’s equally pink nipples.
“How does it feel to have my long stiffies stabbing you, tramp?” Xiu Li snarled, turning her shoulder to maliciously drive even deeper her right nipple into her antagonist’s areola to force a slightly rough gasp from Fang Mei. “Looks like your pathetic tits aren’t ready for this.”
“Fucking whore.” Fang Mei moved her shoulder to return the friction against her rival’s large areola, and this time it was Xiu Li’s turn to exhale a groan of annoyance. “It’s your ugly tits that aren’t ready. That’s why you don’t dare to face me in full.”
“You’re the one who insists on only touching nipples,” Xiu Li murmured. “I was just assuming that you were afraid…”
“If anyone is afraid of competing mass against mass in this booth, it’s you,” Fang Mei spat out. “You’re brave barking and baring your boobies, but when the moment of truth comes…”
Fang Mei’s accusation got under Xiu Li’s skin after so many minutes of continuous disdain for her proud tits, so the gorgeous flight attendant couldn’t resist rotating her right shoulder forward to let her right boob smack against Fant Mei’s left gland with a soft but firm impact. Both beauties groaned quietly at the breast collision, the carnal bump echoing in the booth as a warning that the battle could easily become loud and furious between two such competitive, heavy racks.
“Watch out, you bitch,” Fang Mei growled but wasted no time in hitting back, the dense mass of her naked right bosom gently but resolutely slapping its round, sexy counterpart. The double grunt of the rivals joined the almost liquid breast-to-breast reverberation that resounded in the walls, now both pairs of boobs throbbing slightly after the first trade of blows.
“You watch out, cunt.” Xiu Li delivered an even softer breast push than previous ones against Fang Mei’s right boob. “You wanted this slow and hard, so keep your word.”
“You hit first, you whore.” The sexy ground stewardess gave her adversary only a dirty, rough friction this time, her left breast rubbing against the other brunette’s right gland with insolence. “If you can’t control yourself against my tits, just say so.”
“Just shut up and keep the friction, little slut,” Xiu Li spat out, now forcing her two fat bosoms forward to brush them against Fang Mei’s mighty pair.
“You shut up.” Fang Mei returned the rub with both breasts, the sexual rivals engaging each other in an insolent test of firmness while, on the other side of the red curtain, the real world followed its inexorable course.
The voluptuous, heated feeling of hard titflesh scrubbing hard titflesh was unlike anything the two exuberant Chinese women had ever felt before and, now that they momentarily stopped the trash talking to concentrate themselves only on the carnal, both began to be fully aware of how sensorially devastating this encounter of breasts was going to be. But, despite the discomfort, neither young woman was willing to back down, each determined to prove her superiority over the other. As Fang Mei and Xiu Li kneaded their big busts against each other up and down, side to side, each nerve ending of their glands exploded in small but devastating blasts of contradictory sensations—pain and pleasure, aversion and seduction. Their breaths came in shallow gasps, mingling heat to heat as they struggled to maintain their composure amidst the mounting pressure.
Seeking to overcome her nemesis but also the devastating palpitations that ran through her fat chest, Fang Mei grabbed Xiu Li by the elbows, forcing the four naked globes together in tight contact. The flight attendant groaned at the unexpected pressure, her smug boobs overpowered by Fang Mei’s for a couple of humiliating seconds.
“Bitch!” she exhaled in an angry murmur just before holding on to the other young woman’s arms and pushing her breasts forward fiercely. In front of her, Fang Mei closed her eyes for a moment, her arrogant tits conceding ground to the impetuous firmness of Xiu Li’s bust.
“Bitch!” This time it was Fang Mei who snarled furiously, but she managed to regroup her sexy breasts and respond to the hard glands of her enemy with verve and tenacity.
2024-02-25 14:20:12 +0000 UTC View Post
HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 13
Kristin was circling toward her slowly now and Alex warily countered, neither young woman raising her hands in defense yet. They were watching, studying one another, and Alex’s arms and legs still felt like dead weight after the herculean effort just to push through that crowd at Banger’s and get at each other. She wondered if Kristin was as exhausted as she was, if her muscles were as sore and aching as her own muscles felt. If not, she thought, this would be a very short fight.
“Not taking those black panties off?” Kristin purred, glancing down at Alex’s crotch. “Still need some pussy protection down there? Or do you think black panties make you look tough?”
“So do you I guess,” Alex said, glancing pointedly down at Kristin’s black underwear. “You were always a fake tough girl though, weren’t you? You always dressed like the bad girls in school but I never heard about you getting in any real fights.”
“Oh, please,” Kristin sneered as she moved closer to Alex, her eyes raking up and down Alex’s body as if she could strip off the last remaining clothing on her enemy’s body with her eyes. “You were such a pathetic wannabe hard-ass in school in your leather jacket and black lip gloss. I’m not surprised you went down like a whipped dog the one time you and I really got into it.”
“You fucking bitch,” Alex said hoarsely, almost flinching at the memory of Kristin looming over her after forcing her into submission at Banger’s five years earlier. “I’m going to pay you back for that night good and hard…”
Kristin had moved close enough now for Alex to smell the dried sweat on her body and the whiskey on her breath. Both brunettes were breathing harder and deeper now, each triggered by the other’s bare skin and hard expressions, the eyes searching and defying one another.
“I’ve wanted to get you down here for so long,” Kristin growled in a voice dripping with passion. “You got off too easy last time but you’re not walking out of this basement unless you can get through me.”
“All you had to do if you wanted me here was call me, honey,” Alex almost whispered, noting how quiet and conspiratorial this conversation had turned, as if even here in this secret lair neither woman wanted to be overheard by the outside world. “I want satisfaction from you even if I have to stay here all night to get it.”
She had moved almost nose to nose with Kristin, the other woman’s musky aroma filling her nostrils now, her dark almond-shaped eyes glaring into Alex’s at point blank range. It was Kristin who now moved close enough for the two brunettes to touch and feel each other, and Alex stifled a hiss as she felt Kristin’s hard brown nipples scraping into her silky, exposed breast flesh. Blinking in suppressed excitement, Alex instinctively pressed forward, knowing she had to respond to this provocation, and both girls grunted as their nude breasts pressed and caressed one another, their bare, toned bellies met and tightened a little, each brunette eager to demonstrate the power of her smooth abdominal muscles to her rival. Alex saw Kristin flinch a little as she pivoted incrementally until her own pink nipples edged up against Kristin’s brown shafts, and a tingling warmth seemed to irradiate out from those mating, stiffened nubs through Alex’s mammary glands until she felt gooseflesh breaking out on her chest and neck.
The two women were pushing against one another in a slow, furtive test of strength at the center of the basement now, Alex’s breathing deepening as she took the measure of this willowy, raven-haired enemy’s almost nude body pressing into her own. She swallowed as she felt the assertive, confident muscle in Kristin’s legs, torso and shoulders flexing against hers and she carefully matched her own effort against the other brunette’s. Kristin was stronger than Alex had anticipated, although not necessarily stronger than Alex herself. But she wondered if the other brunette’s muscles were aching and throbbing as much as hers were. She could feel adrenaline tingling through her body, upping her heart rate and breathing as she pressed against Kristin and felt the other woman’s hatred and lust for punishment radiating off her gorgeous, sultry features. Adrenaline would keep her going as the fight-or-flight instinct took hold, she knew—but she also knew there would be a limit to how long that effect would last.
2024-02-23 17:24:58 +0000 UTC View PostRANDOM DUELS - DAY 5
THE RULES:
For these duels, we're going to do something a little different. The intention is to create a sort of narrative of random fights that happen across the globe, not an organized tournament. How will we do it? I follow a lot of women who inspire catfight stories on IG, so each week, I'll log in on IG a random day of the week and the women will fight in order of appearance (most recent post with the second most recent post...). So we will create a selection of 10 women, who will fight in the clothes they are wearing in the last post, and the type of fight will be determined with a 10-sided die roll (1-catfight, 2- hairpulling, 3- fistfight, 4-titfight, 5-kissfight, 6-legfight, 7-assfight, 8-belly punching, 9-bite fight , 10-sexfight) The following week, the same will be done: there may be new contenders, or contenders who don't show up. The first FOUR contestants to get 3 victories will be called by the mysterious Mrs. X for a final tournament...
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LAST ROUND:
SYDNEY SWEENEY vs MARTHA ROSE (SEXFIGHT): Sydney
NATALIE LEE vs ROCÍO B. (CATFIGHT): Natalie
ALANA ARAYA vs KELSEY MERRIT (SEXFIGHT): Kelsey
CAMILA CORIA vs CHRISTEN HARPER (CATFIGHT): Christen
VICTORIA SARKISIAN vs ÖZGE GÜREL (HAIRPULLING): Özge
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RANKING:
ONE VICTORY AND A HALF:
ALANA ARAYA (1.5/3)
MARÍA GUIX (1.5/2)
ONE VICTORY:
CAROLINE PODLEWKI (1/1)
XENIA TCHOUMI (1/2)
OHTTOMOM (1/1)
MONICA VALDEAVERO (1/1)
CHAILEE SON (1/1)
LIZA WEI (1/1)
TAHNEE ATKINSON (1/1)
SYDNEY SWEENEY (1/2)
NATALIE LEE (1/1)
KELSEY MERRIT (1/1)
CHRISTEN HARPER (1/1)
ÖZGE GÜREL (1/1)
HALF VICTORY:
LUCIA GRAPHEY (0.5/1)
CELINE FARACH (0.5/1)
KATHERINE BELLO (0.5/1)
VICTORIA SARKISIAN (0.5/1)
IRINA SHARIPOVA (0.5/1)
LUCÍA GALAGUER (0.5/1)
SUANY YAMAKAZY (0.5/1)
LEE AH YOUNG (0.5/1)
KIM DENISE LANG (0.5/1)
AMY JACKSON (0.5/1)
ZERO VICTORIES:
DARIA ZARITSKAYA (0/1)
LISA ROSH (0/1)
RAQUEL FREESTYLE (0/1)
GISELLE SOTO (0/2)
MARTHA ROSE (0/1)
ROCÍO B. (0/1)
CAMILA CORIA (0/1)
VICTORIA SARKISIAN (0/1)
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NEW ROUND:
DARIA ZARITSKAYA vs XENIA TCHOUMI
BITE FIGHT
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BRUNA UNGARETTI vs VERI FERREIRA
HAIRPULLING
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DASHA DEREVIANKINA vs AMY JACKSON
BELLY PUNCHING
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RAQUEL FREESTYLE vs ALEXA BREIT
FISTFIGHT
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CARLOTTA BONKE vs LUCIA GRAPHEY
BITE FIGHT
Week schedule and VOTING TIME!
Hey people, I'm away from home today for work so I can't post the week schedule , but I'll update this post tomorrow to add it. I'm leaving this so you can start voting now!!
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The current options are:
TEXT STORIES AVAILABLE
1) MILK UDDERS
Two young busty mildmaids face each other in a battle of milk-squirting boobs.
Women: Petite, big-breasted, white-haired vs dark-haired.
Where: The Alps, on the border between Austria and Italy.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Nipplefight, Sexfight.
Story length: Very long (300-500 pages).
2) EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION
Two cocky female teachers secretly battle each other for supremacy at a high school.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, medium-breasted.
Where: Rome (Italy).
More suitable styles: Kissfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
3) BEAUTY BATTLE
Two pretty look-alike women deceived by a man meet in a pub to find out who is the better one in a battle of flesh and alcohol.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, big-breasted.
Where: Beijing (China).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Short (100 pages or less).
4) THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS
Reimagining of the rivalry between Valentine Silverman and Kristine Anderson, young and sexy lifeguards.
Women: Leggy, blonde vs brunette, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA)
More suitable styles: Titfight, Legfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
5) DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR
After moving into a penthouse apartment, a beautiful young woman discovers that her neighbor looks exactly like her.
Women: Blondes, big-breasted, great asses.
Where: Somewhere in Denmark.
More suitable styles: Assfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
6) MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER
Over the course of many years, a beautiful young Spanish girl will gradually fall into the lascivious world of female rivalry.
Women: Chestnut-haired vs all types of women.
Where: Different places in Spain, Portugal, Italy and Belgium.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Sexfight, Catfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
3D STORIES AVAILABLE
1) LESSON PLAN
Two female teachers compete to see who is the better of them. This story is a remake of the story I put up for sale but, since I lost much of the original work, this time you decide how it develops.
Women: Big-breasted, brunettes, firm ass.
Where: Málaga (Spain).
More suitable styles: Titfight, Assfight, Sexfight.
2) THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS
A continuation of The Lifeguards. Kristine and Valentine face each other again after a draw in their first duel.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, leggy, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
3) UNFINISHED BUSINESS, PART 2
A continuation of Unfinished Business. Kim and Janet fight each other again in a desperate rematch.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, petite, big-breasted.
Where: U.S. West Coast.
More suitable styles: Catfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
2024-02-19 21:05:23 +0000 UTC View PostMILK UDDERS, part 32
By now, it was obvious to the Italian that the loss that the Austrian had suffered at her hands—and breasts—days before, rather than plunging her into misery, was actively spurring her on in search of the fiery revenge she desperately needed. Being aware of how much her bitter enemy wanted to pay her back for the humiliation she had received made Melania’s pulse quicken even more, her nipples throbbing and hardening slightly under her black tank top.
The closer they got to their destination, the more the palpable jealous energy between her and Bianka burned. Melania even noticed a couple of small beads of sweat on her forehead, and couldn’t help but think that the confrontation that was about to take place promised to be as hot or hotter than the heat that awaited both of them in the sauna. Taking a quick glance at the heavy profile of Biaka’s bust, the brunette had no doubt that, no matter what they argued about or how things developed when they were alone, her own plump glands would again be in aggressive contact against the rival pair, because that was how things worked between the two busty milkmaids from the moment they met.
“Here we are.” Sofia brought Melania back to reality again. The older woman had stopped at the entrance to a small hallway, and was pointing with both hands to the right and left. “We have our two saunas available, and at this early hour, there are no other guests or reservations. As we didn’t expect to use them so soon, be patient with the temperature,” she clarified. “You’ll have to wait almost half an hour now until it’s fully heated, but just sit back and relax, chatting in the meantime. Just think, ladies, you have the luxury of having your own private sauna entirely for your own pleasure, with no one else bothering you,” she offered.
Melania’s gaze immediately flickered to Bianka. No words were needed, for the silent agreement between them had been made before—as soon as Bianka had decided to accept the invitation and Melania had played along, the challenge had already been unequivocal, and now neither of them was going to retreat to separate corners.
“We’ll take the same one,” brunette and blonde declared in unison without letting a single hint of defiance creep into their voices. With their words, they confirmed aloud that both chose the shared space of the saunas as the next battleground for their secret rivalry.
“Well, if you prefer it that way,” the hotel owner said, glancing at the milkmaids’ clothes. “If you’d want to wear something more appropriate and comfortable and not be too hot, there are towels and spa gowns in a small changing room just outside the entrance. And don’t forget to take some water bottles.” Then, with a subtle smile, she began to walk away down the main hallway. “Enjoy your time. I’ll be at the front desk if you need anything.”
“Thanks…” Melania almost whispered as she stared defiantly at Bianka. The minute it took for Sofia’s footsteps fade into the distance took forever, but when the brunette finally knew that no one could hear them, she pointed a finger accusingly at her rival. “I know what you’re up to, you white cow. You’re here to steal the deal we just signed with the hotel.”
“Wow, you got me, black cow. I knew you were smart enough to see the obvious,” Bianka replied sarcastically. “Yes, my mother told me that you were trying to screw up our contract with this place by deceiving Sofia’s husband like that,” she accused, also pointing a finger at Melania. “So if you thought I was going to stand by and do nothing, you were very wrong.”
“You are a cheating whore,” the Italian girl hissed, her dark eyes narrowing. “I knew you like to play dirty.”
“If you think coming here with the intention of disrupting your little arrangement is playing dirty, wait until we get into the sauna,” Bianka replied while she stuck out her generous chest.
“You think you’re going to intimidate me?” Melania also pushed out her big bust, and both young beauties exchanged a contemptuous glance over the other breasts. “Ambushing me here is not going to end well for you.”
“You are not thatspecial, you bitch,” the Austrian milkmaid grunted. “Meeting you here wasn’t part of my plan, but it has been an unexpected and delightful coincidence that I plan to take advantage of.” Bianka’s gaze held a glint of mischief. “You and I had some personal scores to settle, and fate just handed me the perfect opportunity.”
“Personal scores? You mean my tits milking yours, right?” Melania scoffed, ready to twist the knife in the wound. “Is that what this is really all about, huh? Not the contract or anything, just your bruised ego because I proved to have better boobs than you.”
“Keep your fucking voice down, you filthy black cow,” Bianka spat out, her cheeks reddening as a drop of sweat ran down her left cheek. Seeing ger clenching her fists, Melania knew she had turned the tables and taken the upper hand.
“Why? Don’t you want people to know?” the brunette continued the oral assault. “Don’t want everyone to know that that the new girl in town is bustier than you?” she let out a cruel laugh. “Let me tell you, white cow, that they saw us together at the cattle fair, so they already know it well.”
“You fucking dirty tramp,” Bianka almost roared as Melania watched with ruthless satisfaction her blue eyes becoming moist. “Let’s get into the sauna now. My tits are going to shut you up for good.”
“Lead the way, bitch,” Melania snarled.
The adversaries approached the sauna on the left with impatient steps and determined expressions. In the cramped changing room, they both ignored the gowns and towels to each snatched a pack of six small water bottles—Melania was aware of how much hydration she was going to need with all the sweating she was going to do. Then, they pushed open the door to the sauna, and the accumulated heat inside and a warm soft light greeted them in stark contrast to the coolness of the corridor and its natural morning illumination. The nice scent of the wooden walls reached Melania’s sense of smell, and looking around she noticed that the cedar benches and the olivine-filled heater left little room to stand in the center of the place—not that they would need much space for what they were about to do.
Like wary contenders in a boxing ring, the girls placed their water bottles on opposing benches. Then the Italian brunette, with a subtle yet deliberate motion, approached the temperature control panel and, resting her hand on the dial, her dark eyes fixed on Bianka’s blue gaze.
“Well, white cow, what temperature do you think you can handle today?” Melania said with a wicked smile. “I would feel a little bad if I abused you again and you ended up as exhausted and sweaty as the last time we met.”
“I can take anything,” Bianka replied with a soft grunt. “But if you’re not prepared for everything that I’m going to make you sweat, just turn on a comfortable temperature.”
“Comfortable, you say?” Feigning innocence, the brunette turned the dial to the right. “Can you take 80 degrees?”
“How about 90?” Bianka narrowed her eyes. “If you feel up to it…”
“Let’s make it 100, then…” Melania concluded. She pressed a bright red start button and, on a small display above the dial, a timer was initiated. Next to it, another screen showed the current temperature: 22 degrees Celsius.
Immediately, a soft hiss of steam rose from between the stones of the heater, and the air began to feel a little heavier. Melania saw a few beads of sweat form on Bianka’s body, and noticed her own on her skin—there was still a long way to go to feel the maximum heat of the sauna, but the tense situation was enough to make both attractive milkmaids perspire.
“I’ve been dreaming for three days of being alone with you again, you black cow,” Bianka bluntly confessed as she took a small step forward. “I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”
“I admit that I have been thinking about this too,” Melania joined in the moment of sincerity, taking her own short step towards her rival. “It was so fucking pleasurable to get the milk out of your boobs that I have not stopped delighting myself remembering it.”
“It’s a good thing you liked it, because it will never happen again,” the Austrian defied.
“You know, I hadn’t taken you for a glutton for punishment,” the brunette said, her voice measured. “I honestly had thought you had learned your lesson after our last encounter, but I see that you haven’t.”
“Lesson?” Bianka asked. “The only lesson I learned was how easy it is to milk those tits of yours, so much so that if I had held on just a couple of seconds longer, you would have been the one left there beaten.”
“Your fantasies don’t change what happened, period,” Melania growled, even knowing that she had really been on edge during the final seconds of her last fight with Bianka.
The beauties began to instinctively circle each other in the narrow interior of the sauna, the confined instantly amplified the heat-laden vibes between them. The brunette saw the Austrian milkmaid lower her gaze to her black tank top, observing her chest with the brazenness that the privacy of the moment allowed.
“Going for the extra padding, huh?” the white-haired woman accused. “A nice thick cotton top and, seeing that your tits don’t sag, obviously a good stuffed bra.”
“You should know by now that there is nothing saggy about my tits,” Melania retorted before looking at her nemesis’ chest in response. “And you also know damn well I could say the same thing about your outfit. Do you need extra layers for protection after what happened the other day?”
“You’re the only one who needs protection here,” Bianka growled. “You got them sensitive, don’t you?”
“Are you projecting your own sensations. Are your tits too tender and on the verge of milking?” Melania verbally harassed. “Is that why you don’t bring them here against mine?”
“Your barking doesn’t fool anyone,” the northern beauty spat out. “You don’t dare put yours against mine because you know I’ll milk you in less than a minute.”
“You’re afraid that things will get rough and milky for you in seconds if we touch there,” the brunette alleged, her body closer to her antagonist’s with each rotation.
“All the protection in the world won’t save you from squirting milk if we push our tits together, and you know it!” Bianka howled.
“Enough!” Melania burst out. “Bring them here, white cow!”
“You bring them, black cow!” Bianka challenged.
2024-02-18 10:11:01 +0000 UTC View Post
HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 12
“Nice place,” she managed to say as she glanced around the foyer.
“Yes…” Kristin nodded. “You did me a favor whoring yourself out to Tom,” she sneered quietly. “Gave me an excuse to take him for everything he had.”
“I didn’t give a shit about Tom,” Alex said tartly. “I just wanted to get to you.”
“Let’s go downstairs,” the other brunette said after staring Alex down for a long, vicious moment.
Alex followed the other woman toward a doorway off the foyer and down a dark, narrow flight of stairs, watching as Kirstin peeled off her top to reveal a black bra, her long waist flaring just above the blackness of her pants, swaying provocatively as she headed down to the basement. Alex followed suit, stripping off the damp black top over her head as she stepped down into the floor of the house’s lower level.
There was a lavish, neon-lit bar on one side of the room and far more space than Alex had anticipated. A few black leather couches lined the walls and there were stools for the bar but apart from that the big basement consisted largely of open space and a deep shag carpet lining the floor, as if it had been constructed with this very purpose in mind—a hidden arena where two women could strip and confront one another away from prying eyes.
Kristin was peeling the tight leather pants off her pelvis and thighs like a serpent shedding its skin, the low neon lighting casting her body in vivid hues as she tossed her pants on a couch and stretched in front of Alex clad only in a brief black bra and high-riding black satinpanties. The raven-haired young woman stood confidently, hands on her hips and tugging provocatively at the black straps of her panties as if she faced down angry women in her underwear every day.
Alex chewed the inside of her cheek as she kept her gaze locked on Kristin’s face, glancing occasionally downward to take in the other brunette’s willowy, sculpted body. There was no turning back now and she maintained her stare as she unzipped her leather pants and bent low to slowly peel them off her hips, her pelvis shifting back and forth temptingly, breasts surging downward to show off their creamy hemispherical contours as Alex pulled first one leg then the other free of that protective leather shielding that had kept Kristin from squeezing her crotch into submission back at the bar.
Now the two women stood almost as mirror images at the center of the basement, and as Alex’s eyes adjusted to the low lighting she realized that the walls opposite the bar, behind and to the side of Kristin and indeed behind her, were mirrored, giving her a view of an infinity of Kristin Colts backing up the real woman, and angles that allowed her to see the other brunette from behind, her sculpted back and round, muscular butt flexing in tawny confidence while Alex studied her.
Alex tossed her black pants aside and stood in her own ensemble of jet-black underwear, coldly displaying her stripped down body to Kristin while the raven-haired townie’s eyes raked up and down Alex’s exposed figure. Alex had been trained in Hollywood to pose and move gracefully but she saw no awkwardness in her small-town rival, and Kristin was putting on a sultry body show that would have put any would-be Tinseltown starlet to shame.
They had reached a moment of truth now, Alex realized as she glanced down at Kristin’s bra and the supple, tawny cleavage and swell of her two C-cup breasts. She had seen Kristin in swimsuits before but she had never managed to see the other brunette undressed otherwise, and she knew she wasn’t going to get into a fight in her brassiere. Both women seemed to be eyeing each other’s bras and chests expectantly and Alex instinctively knew it was her move since Kristin had been the first to strip off her top on their way down to the basement. She glared at the other young woman as she arched her back and found the bra clasp between her shoulder blades, then slipped the straps off her shoulders and peeled the hot bra, still damp from the sweat of the tavern, off her two perfect, pink-nippled breasts.
Kristin’s face seemed to go slack, her eyes half-lidded as she stared at Alex’s bare breasts. Alex dropped one hand to her hip, fiddling with the waistband of her black panties in provocation, and Kristin glanced back up to stare into her face as she too reached behind her, undid her bra and slid it off her breasts in one smooth motion, tossing it onto the floor atop Alex’s. Alex stared pointedly at Kristin’s two pert, jutting breasts, the two glands perfectly mirroring the supple firmness of Alex’s right down to the small areoles and thrusting, alert nipples—except those nipples and areoles were a fierce, dark brown that contrasted wildly with Alex’s pale pink weapons. She wondered for a second whether the other brunette had had a breast job, those two orbs were so perfectly shaped, but she remembered the soft and seductive feel of Kristin’s bustline pressing into hers and knew that what she’d experienced had to be the feel of firm, natural flesh.
Alex fed on the electric atmosphere building up in the dim and spacious basement lounge. After the overwhelming noise and heat of the tavern the sheer silence at the bottom of this house was almost deafening. She could easily hear Kristin’s deep, even breathing from a few feet away along with the hum of a mini refrigerator behind the bar. And with the smell of booze and sweat gone she could smell the scent of body wash and perfume on Kristin mixing with her own patchouli “hippy perfume.”
2024-02-16 15:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostRANDOM DUELS - DAY 4
THE RULES:
For these duels, we're going to do something a little different. The intention is to create a sort of narrative of random fights that happen across the globe, not an organized tournament. How will we do it? I follow a lot of women who inspire catfight stories on IG, so each week, I'll log in on IG a random day of the week and the women will fight in order of appearance (most recent post with the second most recent post...). So we will create a selection of 10 women, who will fight in the clothes they are wearing in the last post, and the type of fight will be determined with a 10-sided die roll (1-catfight, 2- hairpulling, 3- fistfight, 4-titfight, 5-kissfight, 6-legfight, 7-assfight, 8-belly punching, 9-bite fight , 10-sexfight) The following week, the same will be done: there may be new contenders, or contenders who don't show up. The first FOUR contestants to get 3 victories will be called by the mysterious Mrs. X for a final tournament...
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LAST ROUND:
GISELLE SOTO vs TAHNEE ATKINSON (BITE FIGHT): Tahnee
KIM DENISE LANG vs AMY JACKSON (SEXFIGHT): Draw
RAQUEL FREESTYLE vs LIZA WEI (TITFIGHT): Liza
CHAILEE SON vs XENIA TCHOUMI (HAIRPULLING): Chailee
MARIA DE LA FUENTE vs LISA ROSH (HAIRPULLING): Maria
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RANKING:
ONE VICTORY AND A HALF:
ALANA ARAYA (1.5/2)
MARÍA GUIX (1.5/2)
ONE VICTORY:
CAROLINE PODLEWKI (1/1)
XENIA TCHOUMI (1/2)
OHTTOMOM (1/1)
MONICA VALDEAVERO (1/1)
CHAILEE SON (1/1)
LIZA WEI (1/1)
TAHNEE ATKINSON (1/1)
HALF VICTORY:
LUCIA GRAPHEY (0.5/1)
CELINE FARACH (0.5/1)
KATHERINE BELLO (0.5/1)
VICTORIA SARKISIAN (0.5/1)
IRINA SHARIPOVA (0.5/1)
LUCÍA GALAGUER (0.5/1)
SUANY YAMAKAZY (0.5/1)
LEE AH YOUNG (0.5/1)
KIM DENISE LANG (0.5/1)
AMY JACKSON (0.5/1)
ZERO VICTORIES:
DARIA ZARITSKAYA (0/1)
SYDNEY SWEENEY (0/1)
LISA ROSH (0/1)
RAQUEL FREESTYLE (0/1)
GISELLE SOTO (0/2)
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NEW ROUND:
SYDNEY SWEENEY vs MARTHA ROSE
SEXFIGHT
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NATALIE LEE vs ROCÍO B.
CATFIGHT
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ALANA ARAYA vs KELSEY MERRIT
SEXFIGHT
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CAMILA CORIA vs CHRISTEN HARPER
CATFIGHT
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VICTORIA SARKISIAN vs ÖZGE GÜREL
HAIRPULLING
Week schedule and VOTING TIME!
TUESDAY
SHORTS: THE LAKE (16)
WEDNESDAY
AI ART: BLONDE X BRUNETTE
THURSDAY
TOURNAMENT: RANDOM DUELS, day 4
FRIDAY
PETRI’S WRITINGS: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 12
SATURDAY
3D STORY: LESSON PLAN, pages 92-94
SUNDAY
TEXT STORY: MILK UDDERS, part 32
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VOTING TIME! Remember:
TITFIGHT LEVEL: 1 vote for a text story and 1 vote for a 3D story.
SEXFIGHT LEVEL: 2 votes for a text story and 2 votes for a 3D story (you can split the votes if you want to vote for more stories).
After the previous week's voting, the results are as follows:
1- MILK UDDERS: 32 votes.
2- EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION: 30 votes.*
3- BEAUTY BATTLE: 25 votes.
4- THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 25 votes.
5- MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER: 24 votes.
6- DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR: 23 votes.
*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.
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1- LESSON PLAN: 34 votes.
2- UNFINISHED BUSINESS: 33 votes.*
3- THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 29 votes.
*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.
The winning story of the week will receive a 5-vote penalty for the next vote. Any non-winning story will receive an extra cumulative vote for each week without winning (+1 the first week, +2 the second week...), up to a maximum bonus of 15 votes in the fifth week. In case of a tie, the story that has not won for the longest time or, if not, the one that is the least written will be chosen.
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The current options are:
TEXT STORIES AVAILABLE
1) MILK UDDERS
Two young busty mildmaids face each other in a battle of milk-squirting boobs.
Women: Petite, big-breasted, white-haired vs dark-haired.
Where: The Alps, on the border between Austria and Italy.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Nipplefight, Sexfight.
Story length: Very long (300-500 pages).
2) EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION
Two cocky female teachers secretly battle each other for supremacy at a high school.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, medium-breasted.
Where: Rome (Italy).
More suitable styles: Kissfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
3) BEAUTY BATTLE
Two pretty look-alike women deceived by a man meet in a pub to find out who is the better one in a battle of flesh and alcohol.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, big-breasted.
Where: Beijing (China).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Short (100 pages or less).
4) THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS
Reimagining of the rivalry between Valentine Silverman and Kristine Anderson, young and sexy lifeguards.
Women: Leggy, blonde vs brunette, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA)
More suitable styles: Titfight, Legfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
5) DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR
After moving into a penthouse apartment, a beautiful young woman discovers that her neighbor looks exactly like her.
Women: Blondes, big-breasted, great asses.
Where: Somewhere in Denmark.
More suitable styles: Assfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
6) MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER
Over the course of many years, a beautiful young Spanish girl will gradually fall into the lascivious world of female rivalry.
Women: Chestnut-haired vs all types of women.
Where: Different places in Spain, Portugal, Italy and Belgium.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Sexfight, Catfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
3D STORIES AVAILABLE
1) LESSON PLAN
Two female teachers compete to see who is the better of them. This story is a remake of the story I put up for sale but, since I lost much of the original work, this time you decide how it develops.
Women: Big-breasted, brunettes, firm ass.
Where: Málaga (Spain).
More suitable styles: Titfight, Assfight, Sexfight.
2) THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS
A continuation of The Lifeguards. Kristine and Valentine face each other again after a draw in their first duel.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, leggy, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
3) UNFINISHED BUSINESS, PART 2
A continuation of Unfinished Business. Kim and Janet fight each other again in a desperate rematch.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, petite, big-breasted.
Where: U.S. West Coast.
More suitable styles: Catfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
2024-02-12 15:20:15 +0000 UTC View PostMEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER, part 2
Grunting and moaning in each other’s arms, those divergences seemed to move into the fight. Diana felt that her upper body was really crushing Rosa’s, a stimulating and intoxicating discharge coursing through her skin as her larger breasts flattened the other pair with their volume and firmness. However, below the pelvis she was having real problems with Rosa’s strong legs, as every time she attempted to gain leverage or control, Diana felt the vice-like hold of her foe’s vigorous leg muscles tightening around hers, threatening to immobilize her completely.
The contrast between the strength of their upper and lower bodies created a dynamic tension that fueled a struggle whose roots were in their own women’s figures. Diana tried to match Rosa’s legs muscle for muscle, and she could feel the other beautiful girl looking to balance the pressure between young bosoms, but for a long minute and a half each maintained their partial supremacy. Only then, alarmed by each other’s other display of physical power, the rivals mutually and reluctantly broke apart, gasping with frustration, their chests heaving with exhaustion
Again, the girls circled each other, looking into each other’s eyes with hatred but also with new respect now that they had discovered at first hand that the other woman’s beautiful body wasn’t just a pretty facade. Diana knew that there was realdanger engaging in such a close body-to-body contest with Rosa, so when her former friend raised her fists again, she did the same, both showing that they wanted to keep their distance from each other, at least for now.
“You’re not as tough as you think you are, bitch,” Rosa snarled, suddenly throwing at Diana. Her right punch went straight to the brown-haired girl’s cheek, but Diana intercepted it, grabbing her wrist in the air as she swung her free hand to punch Rosa. However, the other brunette managed to grab her wrist as well, leaving the two beauties struggling and grunting in the middle of the alley.
“Neither are you, bitch.” Diana kept savoring the addictive obscenity of the b-word as she stretched all the muscles of her arms and shoulders against the other woman.
Then she saw how Rosa looked down at her boobs, and she instinctively looked at the opposing breasts. After the wet exchange of squeezes, Rosa’s bra was noticeable even through the black fabric of her shirt, her seductive bulges shaking on her torso as the girls tussled. Looking down, Diana saw that her own fat glands were giving the same show, a show that Rosa was staring at almost obsessively at that moment. Diana hoped that her enemy was being eaten by the jealousy of seeing such big bosoms.
The answer to that thought came immediately: Rosa managed to free her right hand from the rival claws and, before Diana could react, the fist punched her left breast violently, sinking into her youthful flesh. With a scream that resounded throughout the alley, Diana fell against the wall of her back, with a pain like she had never felt palpitating in her beloved boob.
“You dirty bi—!” A punch rocked Diana’s face from side to side, cutting off her insult and causing her wet hair to whip wildly against her face as her head jerked to the right. Then, a second solid blow crushed her belly, knocking the wind out of her, her body collapsing and falling on all fours to the dirty, damp ground.
For several seconds, the only thing that was heard in that out-of-the-way alley was the rain and the panting of the two catfighters. Rosa was gasping for the strong tension that flooded her entire body, for the effort of the first fight of her life; Diana, knocked down and humiliated, was gasping for breath, the rain falling on her back in a torrent that seemed to want to sink her further into the floor.
“Bitch,” she heard Rosa’s arrogant voice, just before a foot kicked her ass, throwing her to the ground. “If I’d known it was gonna be this easy, I’d have fought you a lot sooner.”
Diana couldn’t believe how easily she had fallen either. She had heard Rosa moan after every punch she had given her, she had seen how her ex-friend had shaken in her arms, with her breasts squeezed. She had pictured Rosa, once so smug and self-assured, reduced to a quivering mess—she knew she could beat that smug bitch because she had felt it, but yet she was the one on the ground, aching and crying.
“Let’s get this straight, bitch.” Rosa, like Diana, seemed to be in a competition of who called her rival a bitch more times, as if both had repressed the insult for so many years that now they couldn’t stop spitting it out. “This is what we’re gonna do…” Diana felt Rosa sitting on her back. Then, the bully grabbed a handful of Diana’s drenched brown hair and yanked her head upward, letting the rain fall on her sobbing face. “You’re gonna say out loud that I’m a better woman than you, that I always have been and always will be.” A short silence followed, as if Rosa was thinking of something else. “And you’re gonna admit that my body is a lot hotter than yours, my hot tits included.” A certain jealous resentment escaped from Rosa’s lips with her last words. “Do that, and maybe you’ll get out of this alley in one piece.”
Diana knew she couldn’t accept that, because to say those words would be to lose not only tonight’s fight, but the fierce, stressful competition in which she had been immersed for years. Rosa and she had been rivaling over who of them had become the best woman, their female egos built in opposition to the ex-friend, cemented in a chaos of hormones and sexuality. Saying ‘you’re a better woman than I am’ would tear down all she’d worked on up to now, and everything that it meant to her to be a woman would be broken forever. So, as Rosa pulled her hair waiting for her answer, Diana clenched her teeth and invoked all the hatred and jealousy she felt towards the green-eyed beauty to keep fighting.
“Admit it now, Diana, or I’m gonna—” The elbow of the trapped woman suddenly hit Rosa’s chin, making her shut up. With a growl of surprise and pain, Rosa fell on her back to the ground while Diana took the opportunity to roll away from her. Another lightning flashed in the night sky, the two beautiful young girls standing up several meters away from each other.
“You talk too much, big mouth,” Diana scoffed.
“You dirty bitch!” Rosa accused, her exotic weeping eyes burning with fury.
“Fuck you, bitch!” Hungry for revenge, Diana lunged at Rosa. The dark-haired girl tried to punch in her face, but Diana ducked and rammed her right shoulder head into Rosa’s stomach, knocking her down. The air was pushed out of Rosa’s lungs as soon as she hit the ground with Diana on top of her, stunning the smug beauty as her rival sat astride her, Diana’s round ass on Rosa’s strong pelvis.
“You bitch,” Rosa exhaled just before a punch stroke her cheek. She covered her reddened face, but then a hard fist sank into her solar plexus, leaving her breathless again. Another punch then came at one of her breasts, making her scream. Beaten, Rosa grabbed her bruised boob, her face full of tears gasping like a fish out of the water in the rain.
“This is what you’ve gotten by getting in my way all these years, Rosa.” Diana boasted. Blinking in the downpour, Rosa looked up. A lightning bolt illuminated the alley for a second, highlighting the spectacular body of her former friend, water dripping down those curves she hated so much. “Now, tell me I’m a better woman than you.” Diana licked her lips, her brown eyes flashing with that possibility. “Tell me you’ve always been jealous of me, and that my body is a thousand times hotter than yours. That no guy prefers your legs to mine.” Her voice betrayed her, letting it be known how much she envied Rosa’s long, strong legs. “Confess, and I’ll let you out of this alley with your little titties still on your chest.”
Under her ass, Diana felt Rosa’s thin body tense. Her opponent’s green eyes continued to weep for the pain, humiliation and tension of the fight, but not for that did they cease to burn with rivalry and hatred.
“Fucking bitch!” Rosa raised her claws in search of Diana’s long hair, but the other beauty intercepted her hands, locking them in a test of strength where gravity was in her favor. “I’ll never say anything like that!”
The grunts of the two 18-year-old girls resounded in the rain as they struggled. Diana was enjoying her privileged position as Rosa’s slender arms gave way centimeter by centimeter, as her round butt kept her enemy’s strong pelvis pinned against the wet ground. In that crucial moment, Diana felt a wave of exhaustion running through her arms, and she perceived the same in Rosa’s muscles, the trembling of the arms of both adversaries indicated how the fatigue began to impose itself on adrenaline and hatred after only a few minutes of hostilities. The intensity of their explosive duel had taken its toll on two women who were not used to brawling—Diana would never forget that first lesson: the fights are not like the ones in the movies, because they are settled in just a few, very few minutes. Even so, Diana was confident she would beat Rosa before any collapse.
“Just admit that I’m better than you!” the brown-haired female spat.
“Youadmit it!” the dark-haired bully replied. “Jealous bitch!”
“Cheap bitch!” Diana gasped.
With Rosa’s hard panting matching Diana’s, everything had now come down to which one of them had a little more stamina. In a display of hidden vigor, Rosa managed to push upward with her hips, throwing Diana aside and forcing the two enemies to roll together in the alley. Diana instinctively hugged her former friend, and Rosa didn’t shy away from contact, the two beauties matching their young bodies as they fought for the top position. Diana felt again her boobs competing for space with Rosa’s breasts, pride driving her to push her glands even harder against her rival’s as if somehow she wanted to keep reminding Rosa who had the bigger pair of them. Half a second later, Diana felt the other girl’s response as she became aware of Rosa’s strong legs intertwining tightly against her lower limbs. Her bully sought her gaze at that instant, unhesitatingly trying to overpower her with her arrogance as she was trying with her legs, and Diana returned her stare with intensity and her own hot ration of haughtiness.
2024-02-11 11:00:08 +0000 UTC View Post
HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 11
“We’ll just see about that and if you really want to strip down to nothing and find out who’s body outclasses whose then there’s nothing I’d like to do more!”
“You fucking little pussy-biter,” Kristin shot back, lowering her voice into an angry, whispered hiss. “I know you’d love to get bare-assed and press those hard nipples of yours right up against my tits, wouldn’t you? I could feel how fucking hard and turned-on you were the minute you got pressed up against me in there!”
“Oh my God, you are delusional!” Alex snapped. “You couldn’t wait to grind yourself up against me in that bar and who’s the one who stuck her big hot tongue down my throat in there?”
“You went after my mouth, baby!” Kristin hissed furiously as her chest rammed into Alex’s and the other brunette angrily rammed back against her. “You’ve always been so jealous of me I’m not surprised you secretly wanted to fuck me!”
“You’re the jealous one!” Alex growled in Kristin’s face. “Just admit it: you’ve been obsessed with me for years, and you couldn’t wait to track me down the minute you heard I was back in town!”
The two brunettes glared at each other, gasping and panting in wordless fury for a few sizzling seconds as they each ate up each other’s accusations and admissions, stripped emotionally bare even if they still wore the black feuding outfits each had chosen for this special evening. Kristin’s throat felt strangled, choked with hate and an excitement she’d never experienced in her life before. When she spoke again her voice was raw and thick with passion.
“Well you’re going to get exactly what you want from me tonight, honey,” she sneered against Alex’s face. “If it takes me all night I’ll put you right back on the floor the way I did five years ago, and you’re going to admit to me that I was always better than you!”
“You’re not going to wear me down that fast, baby,” Alex growled back at her. “I’ll match this gym rat body against yours any night of the week and if you think you’ve got the muscle to lock up with me wherever you want tonight you better be ready to bring it hard, because I’m going to pay you back for that last night once and for all.”
“Good,” Kristin sneered. She nodded back toward the street where her Camaro sat. “That’s my car. You follow me but I think you know where I live.”
“Oh, I know all right,” Alex replied, her blue eyes blazing into Kristin’s. “Let’s fucking go.”
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The drive to Kristin Colt’s house was familiar. Alex had been to a few parties there post-high school, and that’s where she’d caught the eye of Kristin’s fiancé. He’d bought the house and it wasn’t exactly a surprise that it belonged to Kristin now.
It was a big place. Alex couldn’t help feeling a little pang of jealousy as she approached the front door of the split-level house. People always imagined that anyone who made an appearance in a movie or TV show in Hollywood had it made for life, but the fact was that her TV-movie appearances weren’t all that lucrative and that Alex lived in a small townhouse in the San Fernando Valley. Kristin’s big, roomy home was just another reason to resent her, but after their searing exchange of words in the alley and the bone-rattling, physical struggle in the bar Alex didn’t need any more reasons to hate Kristin Colt.
The lean, raven-haired townie was holding the door open for her as she walked up toward the house and Alex’s eyes roved up and down the other brunette’s figure, eyeing her defiantly as she walked past her into the house. The entryway was brightly lit and she was treated to a hard look at her old enemy for the first time in many years, after their last two encounters had taken place in the low, smoky light of Banger’s tavern.
Kristin’s face was still flushed with anger and loathing as her dark, almond-shaped eyes raked up and down Kristin’s body, and for a moment the two women simply stared at one another from head to toe: two slender, athletic, dark-haired women dressed almost identically in smooth black leather pants, midriff-revealing black tops and black leather jackets that both slowly removed as they watched one another, Kristin hanging hers up on a hook near the door and Alex tossing hers on a chair so that both women could show off their toned, bare arms, tight abs and sleek navels.
Kristin Colt had that kind of complexion that always seemed half-tanned even in the dead of winter, and Alex had to remind herself that her own creamy complexion that always had to be protected from the sun attracted its own share of admirers. Kristin’s striking face, her eyes like fierce black coals, was as beautiful as it had ever been, and Alex had to admit to herself that the rival brunette could have easily impressed casting directors looking for intimidating, fierce, raven-haired seductresses for just the sort of pandering TV-movies Alex worked in.
Her only solace in studying Kristin’s sultry beauty was in the simmering jealousy behind Kristin’s eyes as she raked her glance up and down Alex’s figure. Alex knew her own face and her big, cerulean blue eyes often gave away her interior emotions in spite of her attempts to hide them—it was one of the things that made her an effective actress. She had to work to mask her own insecurities, her own jealousy as she stared down Kristin.
2024-02-09 20:45:37 +0000 UTC View PostRANDOM DUELS - DAY 3
THE RULES:
For these duels, we're going to do something a little different. The intention is to create a sort of narrative of random fights that happen across the globe, not an organized tournament. How will we do it? I follow a lot of women who inspire catfight stories on IG, so each week, I'll log in on IG a random day of the week and the women will fight in order of appearance (most recent post with the second most recent post...). So we will create a selection of 10 women, who will fight in the clothes they are wearing in the last post, and the type of fight will be determined with a 10-sided die roll (1-catfight, 2- hairpulling, 3- fistfight, 4-titfight, 5-kissfight, 6-legfight, 7-assfight, 8-belly punching, 9-bite fight , 10-sexfight) The following week, the same will be done: there may be new contenders, or contenders who don't show up. The first FOUR contestants to get 3 victories will be called by the mysterious Mrs. X for a final tournament...
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LAST ROUND:
LUCIA GRAPHEY vs CELINE FARACH (BITE FIGHT): Draw
SYDNEY SWEENEY vs MONICA VALDEAVERO (LEGFIGHT): Monica
KATHERYNE BELLO vs VICTORIA SARKISIAN (SEXFIGHT): Draw
ALANA ARAYA vs NAYA NASSI (KISSFIGHT): Alana
OHTTOMOM vs MARÍA DE LA FUENTE (FISTFIGHT): Ohttomom
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RANKING:
ONE VICTORY AND A HALF:
ALANA ARAYA (1.5/2)
ONE VICTORY:
CAROLINE PODLEWKI (1/1)
XENIA TCHOUMI (1/1)
OHTTOMOM (1/1)
MONICA VALDEAVERO (1/1)
HALF VICTORY:
LUCIA GRAPHEY (0.5/1)
CELINE FARACH (0.5/1)
KATHERINE BELLO (0.5/1)
VICTORIA SARKISIAN (0.5/1)
IRINA SHARIPOVA (0.5/1)
MARÍA GUIX (0.5/1)
LUCÍA GALAGUER (0.5/1)
SUANY YAMAKAZY (0.5/1)
LEE AH YOUNG (0.5/1)
ZERO VICTORIES:
DARIA ZARITSKAYA (0/1)
GISELLE SOTO (0/1)
SYDNEY SWEENEY (0/1)
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NEW ROUND:
GISELLE SOTO vs TAHNEE ATKINSON
BITEFIGHT
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KIM DENISE LANG vs AMY JACKSON
SEXFIGHT
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RAQUEL FREESTYLE vs LIZA WEI
TITFIGHT
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CHAILEE SON vs XENIA TCHOUMI
HAIRPULLING
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MARIA DE LA FUENTE vs LISA ROSH
HAIRPULLING
Week schedule and VOTING TIME!
TUESDAY
SHORTS: THE LAKE (15)
WEDNESDAY
AI ART: THE DUEL
THURSDAY
TOURNAMENT: RANDOM DUELS, day 3
FRIDAY
PETRI’S WRITINGS: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 11
SATURDAY
3D STORY: LESSON PLAN, pages 89-91
SUNDAY
TEXT STORY: MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER, part 2
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VOTING TIME! Remember:
TITFIGHT LEVEL: 1 vote for a text story and 1 vote for a 3D story.
SEXFIGHT LEVEL: 2 votes for a text story and 2 votes for a 3D story (you can split the votes if you want to vote for more stories).
After the previous week's voting, the results are as follows:
1- MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER: 27 votes.
2- MILK UDDERS: 25 votes.
3- EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION: 25 votes.*
4- BEAUTY BATTLE: 21 votes.
5- THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 20 votes.
6- DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR: 18 votes.
*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.
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1- LESSON PLAN: 30 votes.
2- UNFINISHED BUSINESS: 29 votes.*
3- THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 21 votes.
*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.
The winning story of the week will receive a 5-vote penalty for the next vote. Any non-winning story will receive an extra cumulative vote for each week without winning (+1 the first week, +2 the second week...), up to a maximum bonus of 15 votes in the fifth week. In case of a tie, the story that has not won for the longest time or, if not, the one that is the least written will be chosen.
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The current options are:
TEXT STORIES AVAILABLE
1) MILK UDDERS
Two young busty mildmaids face each other in a battle of milk-squirting boobs.
Women: Petite, big-breasted, white-haired vs dark-haired.
Where: The Alps, on the border between Austria and Italy.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Nipplefight, Sexfight.
Story length: Very long (300-500 pages).
2) EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION
Two cocky female teachers secretly battle each other for supremacy at a high school.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, medium-breasted.
Where: Rome (Italy).
More suitable styles: Kissfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
3) BEAUTY BATTLE
Two pretty look-alike women deceived by a man meet in a pub to find out who is the better one in a battle of flesh and alcohol.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, big-breasted.
Where: Beijing (China).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Short (100 pages or less).
4) THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS
Reimagining of the rivalry between Valentine Silverman and Kristine Anderson, young and sexy lifeguards.
Women: Leggy, blonde vs brunette, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA)
More suitable styles: Titfight, Legfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
5) DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR
After moving into a penthouse apartment, a beautiful young woman discovers that her neighbor looks exactly like her.
Women: Blondes, big-breasted, great asses.
Where: Somewhere in Denmark.
More suitable styles: Assfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
6) MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER
Over the course of many years, a beautiful young Spanish girl will gradually fall into the lascivious world of female rivalry.
Women: Chestnut-haired vs all types of women.
Where: Different places in Spain, Portugal, Italy and Belgium.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Sexfight, Catfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
3D STORIES AVAILABLE
1) LESSON PLAN
Two female teachers compete to see who is the better of them. This story is a remake of the story I put up for sale but, since I lost much of the original work, this time you decide how it develops.
Women: Big-breasted, brunettes, firm ass.
Where: Málaga (Spain).
More suitable styles: Titfight, Assfight, Sexfight.
2) THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS
A continuation of The Lifeguards. Kristine and Valentine face each other again after a draw in their first duel.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, leggy, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
3) UNFINISHED BUSINESS, PART 2
A continuation of Unfinished Business. Kim and Janet fight each other again in a desperate rematch.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, petite, big-breasted.
Where: U.S. West Coast.
More suitable styles: Catfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
2024-02-05 16:20:50 +0000 UTC View PostTHE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS, part 8
“I’ll have that body competition with you here and now if you really dare, Val,” Kristine muttered gravely, her gaze moving between the blonde’s face and her boobs. “No one is coming here at night, so we have as much time as you can keep on your feet to figure this thing out.”
Valentine found it difficult to focus her eyes on her foe’s beautiful wet face, as Kristine’s hard-nippled boobs magnetically demanded her full attention, but at least she managed to divide her glances between both parts of the brunette’s body. Undeniably aware of the blonde’s close surveillance, the other young woman mimicked her pose with arms on hips and chest thrust out while the reciprocated comparison went on.
“You’d better worry about whether you can stay on your feet until we figure this out,” the cheerleader spat out as her blue eyes took a disdainful glance at Kristine’s big bust. “Shall we bring our tits together then?”
“What do you think, bitch?” the dancer hissed, her gaze falling brazenly on Valentine’s fat breasts for the umpteenth time. “Or do you see anything that makes you have second thoughts about this?”
“Quite the contrary, Kris,” the blonde hissed. “What I see makes me confident of how this is gonna end.”
“Oh, really?” Kristine murmured as she began to walk towards her. “And how do you think this is gonna to end?”
“With your tits pushed back and your ass in the water,” Valentine boasted, her slow steps leading her closer to her dark-haired nemesis. “That’s how it’s gonna be, you whore.”
Neither girl removed her hands from her hips as they approached each other. It was clear that both Valentine and Kristine were not going to back down, so determined were they to prove their dirty and non-negotiable points. The cheerleader saw the dancer arching her back at the impending breast contact, and she mirrored her rival’s defiant pose as Kristine cast a disdainful glance at her bosoms. The close, face-to-face catfight was forcing both beauties to bring their D-cup boobs together again and again, but what had been embarrassing to the blonde at the beginning of the female clash was now an integral part of the duel. Kristine had dared to proclaim that she had the bigger and firmer breasts of them, so she was willing to keep putting the rival busts against each other until the brunette admitted how wrong she was about it.
“I’m so much bigger than you that this is gonna be unfair to you, Val.” As if the other girl could hear her thoughts about their bosoms, Kristine’s hissing whisper reached Valentine’s ears at that moment. A second later, the brunette’s dense chest touched hers—a gentle, slow contact, but the hostility in her foe’s voice and the kind of threat chosen charged the touch with aggressive electricity. With the dancer’s overconfident words rumbling hotly in her head, Valentine pushed her plump breasts softly against the dancer’s pair, the four glands molding against each other under the bikini bras.
“I clearly outsize you, Kris, so you might as well accept that you don’t stand a chance,” Valentine replied with her own dose of arrogance but, even so, she did not raise the level of violence between the two female bodies. Instead, she instinctively began rubbing her fat globes on Kristine’s, and her dark-haired opponent responded in kind.
Slowly and thoroughly, both women kept subtly moving their shoulders to maneuver with their breasts, bringing only a small part of the dense mass of their remarkable virtues together in delicate but determined friction while, beyond the lake, the mundane life of Lakeport went on. Valentine bit her lower lip as she felt that, with each slight adjustment of their positions, the wet sand beneath her feet gave way a little more, and soon found herself bothered almost as much by those shifting sands as she did by Kristine’s dangerous bust. She had no doubt that, when they both started to push for real, the unstable ground would be a real problem.
Some clouds then overshadowed the full moon, and the lake was momentarily in darkness. A few quiet gasps sounded in the night as the girls kept feeling each other hard-nippled chest to hard-nippled chest, friction after friction, as their bare feet sank a little into the sand. Valentine had already experienced in her own flesh how firm Kristine’s globes were, but now in the dark the brunette’s glands felt tauter than before—maybe even fatter. Fortunately for her ego, the blonde noticed that her own throbbing pair of boobs was also showing tighter and swollen, as if the catfight with the other woman her age had triggered some form of natural defense system in her body.
“I remember the first time I saw these tits of yours,” Valentine found herself confessing in the obscurity as she slowly moved her big breasts left and right against Kristine’s. “On the first day of senior year school, after a whole summer without seeing each other.”
“I certainly recall that day,” the dancer admitted as her heavy bust pressed insistently against the blonde’s pair. “You showed up in class with your own tits, much to everyone’s surprise.”
“Yes, but I’m sure you were the most surprised. You didn’t take your eye off my tits all day,” the blonde said, her blue-eyed face just inches from Kristine’s beautiful but darkened features. “You were already jealous then, huh?”
“Neither then nor now,” the brunette replied. “You on the other hand have been dying of jealousy inside since then, Val. No one has ever looked at my tits more than you did that day.”
“You haven’t stopped looking at mine all year,” the cheerleader spat out. “And today you started from the very moment you saw me in a bikini at the pool.”
“Oh, please,” the dancer growled. “I felt your eyes on my girls even before I knew you were there.”
“You’re such a stuck-up bitch to have such mediocre tits, Kristine Louise Anderson.” Valentine forced the two pairs of plump breasts to brush against each other with renewed resentment.
“And you’re such an arrogant whore to have such ridiculous boobs, Valentine Grace Silverman.” The dark-haired female responded to determination with determination and firmness with firmness, the blonde feeling the influence of the enemy’s pair against her own.
As the trash talking escalated, Valentine fought against the burning animosity that was growing inside her, against the urge for her hands to leave her hips to grab and pull the long hair of her nemesis. With the moon still hidden behind the clouds, Valentine knew that Kristine could also attack her with her hands at any moment and she would not see it coming until it was too late but, feeling the other woman’s hard nipples digging deeper and deeper into her firm breasts through both bikini bras, she guessed that for the moment that wasn’t going to be the path taken by Kristine, for she sensed that the brunette was as desperate to settle certain things about their gorgeous boobs as she was herself.
The moonlight at last managed to escape through the clouds, and the battlefield once again shone beneath the bluish mantle of the eye of the night. With Kristine’s resolute face reappearing in front of her, Valentine made a subtle shoulder movement to thrust her own nipples forward as far as the double layer of lycra and the density of Kristine’s titflesh allowed her. An irritated double hiss escaped from between the half-opened lips of the girls, but it immediately turned into a moan as the next repositioning of bosoms from the female contenders brought their stiff nipples touching side to side through the bikinis.
“You cunt,” Valentine gasped, her nose almost touching the dancer’s as she twisted a little further forward to try to pierce the base of Kristine’s nipples with her own milk ducts.
“You tramp,” the brunette replied as she pushed back, forcing the feline-eyed, big-lipped faces together while Valentine felt the pressure of her rival’s sexual spears against the foundation of her own nipples.
Just at that moment, the leggy cheerleader realized that, despite the constant clashing of breasts between the two for over half an hour, their nipples had never really met face to face through lycra—they had rubbed, grazed, collided against each other, but not impaled mutually. The revelation seemed absurd to her, but as she felt the stabbing of her antagonist’s stiff weapons, she suddenly found herself wondering if there were more questions to be answered about their competing bodies—the burning palpitations in her crotch intensified at the mere thought. However, Valentine didn’t sense that Kristine was forcing some sort of mutual approach to really put all four nipples to the test, and she didn’t take the bold step, either, so finally the erect shafts slid past each other to dig into the other sensitive areolas.
Still, Kristine’s generous bosoms had enough challenges to deal with on their own. Valentine felt a little more of firm flesh coming in contact with her, pink bikini to green bikini, and she provided some more of her size to counteract. A low growl escaped from both throats at the same time, the busty rivals locking eyes as their confrontation escalated physically one more step with Valentine now taking the initiative to exert a little more of a calculated pressure. The dancer’s immediate response in the form of a slight but direct push of raw volume brought the duel back to equilibrium.
Another minute of obstinate, measured and resentful bust rubbing quickened Valentine’s breathing in tandem with Kristine’s, but still none of them took control for even half a second, nor any breasts overcame the others. The blonde kept embracing the languid essence of the assault, so far from the violence in the pier, and promised herself that she would reveal all the vulnerabilities of Kristine’s chest through slow friction. There would be no other way, anyway, as Valentine found out just seconds later: panting mouth to mouth against the dancer, slowly struggling against her body, the blonde eventually rose up on her tiptoes in an attempt to overwhelm her rival, but immediately she felt the wet sand under her feet sliding away—for a moment, she feared she would lose her balance and fall into the water. Against her chest, she could feel Kristine’s body also struggling against the unstable ground, letting both beauties know that there were limits to the muscle they could bring to the battle on the sandbank.
Still, the temptation was there, within the blonde’s reach, and she herself could see it reflected in the dark brown eyes of the other woman: if one of them pushed hard now, she could knock the other woman onto her back to mount her. That was a benefit that Valentine found appealing.
2024-02-04 12:13:00 +0000 UTC View Post
HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 10
Now the two women seemed to find, for at least a few moments, the strength to fight—to slap, punch and jab at bare bellies and tank tops, kick and knee one another, then finally grab hair and clinch together in a far more energetic dance than the slow, sultry embrace they’d shared back in the midst of the tavern. But as quickly as the burst of hateful energy came it began to ebb and Kristin caught a glimpse of a bouncer heading toward the two angry brunettes and she quickly grabbed Alex by the hair and dragged her toward the exit.
The night was cold as they stumbled out into the empty alley and Kristin raised her fists as Alex took a few staggering steps toward her—but the tavern bouncer still followed and sent a warning glance to the two brunettes that had them pausing, each drawing ragged, spent breaths as they struggled to stay upright in the freezing air.
Kristin managed to lower her arms and both women eyed the bouncer in defeat as the hulking man retreated back inside the bar but kept the door open to observe them from the warmth of the tavern. She sucked in cold January air as she stared at Alex, daring her to continue the fight, in a numb staredown that seemed to last for five minutes.
“You want more?” Kristin said finally in a voice low enough not to carry to the tavern doorway and bouncer.
“Fuck yes I want more,” Alex said in a husky, nipple-hardening voice as she nodded slowly.
Kristin walked up to her until the two sultry brunettes were once again nose to nose, their hot breath visible in the cold air as it intermingled and caressed each other’s faces.
“I’m not going to put on a show for a bunch of drunk assholes,” Kristin said quietly as she stared into Alex’s eyes. “You come to my house and my basement and the two of us can settle this in private, no rules.”
“Good.” Alex glared at her but Kristin could see the ardor in the other woman’s face. “I don’t want any interruptions,” she said, glancing downward at Kristin’s hips. “And nothing getting in between us.”
“Then you’ll have to strip those leather pants off and go without your precious pussy protection, won’t you?” Kristin taunted.
“I don’t have any issues stripping out of these,” Alex sneered into Kristin’s face as she glanced downward at Kristin’s body. “And you’ve got a nerve talking about ‘pussy protection’ when you practically wore an athletic cup here tonight.”
“I’m not wearing anything more than you are,” Kristin snapped, triggered in spite of herself. “We were both smart enough to show up here prepared tonight so let’s fucking leave it at that.”
“You want to fight or not?” Alex said quickly, as if Kristin was trying to weasel out of the confrontation—and that attitude only made Kristin madder.
“Yeah I want to fight,” she purred, pressing back up against Alex. The other brunette met her, both women pressing back and forth, confronting each other’s bodies with all the meager fighting energy they had remaining. “The minute I heard you were back in town I knew I wanted to get with you one more time and show you how we settle things between bitches in this town. You may be a big shot in Hollywood but out here you’re nothing and I can wipe you off my shoe any time I want to, just like last time.”
“You know something?” Alex growled in that unmistakable whiskey purr of hers. “I was so fucking glad to get that text. You proved you were nothing but a cheating cunt who’d do anything to come out on top between us five years ago and I’ve waited just that long to get payback from you…and tonight I plan to get it.”
“You’re not woman enough to go toe to toe with me and we both know it,” Kristin sneered, her husky voice growing raw as her mouth dried up in sick anticipation and lust at the feel of Alex’s tight body pressed up against hers in the alley. “You’re nothing but a big Hollywood cunt expecting everyone in town to suck up to you.”
“Now that I know exactly what to expect from a dirty bitch like you we’re going to match up on an even plane,” Alex growled, her gorgeous face grazing and taunting Kristin’s until the rangy brunette felt herself almost spitting with fury. “If you want to fight dirty tonight I’ll gladly get down in the gutter and take it right to you.”
“You don’t know the meaning of fighting dirty,” Kristin snarled, jabbing her chin against Alex’s in the dark, neon-lit alleyway. “It’s going to be my pleasure to strip you out of this whore outfit and do everything I’ve been dreaming of to that tight little body of yours…”
“If you think you’re going to match up against this body with that pathetic excuse for an ass and those soft flab tits I just felt all I can do is laugh in your face, Kristin Colt,” Alex sneered against her.
“Oh I got a good feel of what passes for tight abs and tits in Hollywood smashed up against you in that bar tonight, girlfriend,” Kristin snarled, her breath hot and angry in the cold air of the alley as she bumped and shoved against Alex. “You don’t have anything on that body of yours that I can’t match and I’ve shown you that every time you’ve had the nerve to compete face to face with me in this town!”
2024-02-02 12:38:57 +0000 UTC View PostRANDOM DUELS - DAY 2
THE RULES:
For these duels, we're going to do something a little different. The intention is to create a sort of narrative of random fights that happen across the globe, not an organized tournament. How will we do it? I follow a lot of women who inspire catfight stories on IG, so each week, I'll log in on IG a random day of the week and the women will fight in order of appearance (most recent post with the second most recent post...). So we will create a selection of 10 women, who will fight in the clothes they are wearing in the last post, and the type of fight will be determined with a 10-sided die roll (1-catfight, 2- hairpulling, 3- fistfight, 4-titfight, 5-kissfight, 6-legfight, 7-assfight, 8-belly punching, 9-bite fight , 10-sexfight) The following week, the same will be done: there may be new contenders, or contenders who don't show up. The first FOUR contestants to get 3 victories will be called by the mysterious Mrs. X for a final tournament...
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LAST ROUND:
IRINA SHARIPOVA vs MARÍA GUIX (HAIRPULLING): Draw
XENIA TCHOUMI vs GISELLE SOTO (SEXFIGHT): Xenia
LUCÍA GALAGUER vs SUANY YAMAKAZY (CATFIGHT): Draw
LEE AH YOUNG vs ALANA ARAYA (FISTFIGHT): Draw
CAROLINE PODLEWSKI vs DARIA ZARITSKAYA (TITFIGHT): Caroline
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NEW ROUND:
LUCIA GRAPHEY vs CELINE FARACH
BITE FIGHT
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SYDNEY SWEENEY vs MONICA VALDEAVERO
LEGFIGHT
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KATHERYNE BELLO vs VICTORIA SARKISIAN
SEXFIGHT
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ALANA ARAYA vs NAYA NASSI
KISSFIGHT
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OHTTOMOM vs MARÍA DE LA FUENTE
FISTFIGHT
