Chapter 4: Peasant Actresses 2, by HGHunt
Swollen pussy lips pushed feverishly against and into each
other. Parting bit by bit, lubricated by the feminine juices,
those lips opened up like a morning glory in the sun. Their
slippery inner folds found each other and pushed and twisted and
slid across, over and around each other. Against all their will,
physiological responses doomed their fighting purpose. Clenching
her teeth in vile hate, summoning all her willpower to avoid it,
Joy still couldn't stop the arousal pulsing in her loins. Even
after being scratched by Emily's fingernail just inside her
pussy lips, she now felt the arousal she so despised, caused by
the pussy of her loathed rival. She had absolutely no temptation
to give in and succumb, but her fiery temper caused her to
gyrate and push and grind so hard against Emily's battling pussy
that the fires of her arousal only grew stronger. With maddening
intensity she continued to fight with her pussy. She mightily
used her motions to scrape her stubbly cxnt hair into the most
sensitive parts of Emily's cxnt. Joy ground her little razor
blade like hairs across Emily's clit and into her inner lips as
far as she could push them. The look on Emily's face told her
that she was suffering through lots of pain, and the tears
streamed down her cheeks.
But Emily was not giving up either. She had certainly begun to
feel the impact of Joy's short little bristles of cxnt hair as
they scraped across and into her most private parts. While the
earlier pounding battle of impacts hadn't made the change
noticeable, this type of pussy fighting was different, and Emily
actually came to the realization that the pain she was feeling
was part of Joy's plan. Not just a cosmetic difference as she
first thought, Joy was trying to destroy her pussy, slowly and
surely, by scraping those little dagger like appendages of hair
repeatedly into her engorged sensitive pussy tissue. Incensed at
the evil bitch, Emily only determined to fight harder, vowing to
accept any pain, any torture, any transgression, so that in the
end she would emerge victorious.
And so it was. This battle grew in intensity, not necessarily in
the purely physical actions of the gladiatrixes, but in the
inner mental and emotional war that drove the physical actions
onward. The dueling pussies were now in a battle with differing
objectives. Emily knew that her victory would hinge on the
sexual aspect of their war. She knew that her gyrations were
causing Joy to have begun ‘climbing the mountain' of lust and
arousal. Joy knew that the pain was Emily's enemy, not lustful
arousal. With stamina like marathon runners they continued their
grinding battle. One lucky aspect of this battle was the chair's
dual back rests. It allowed the girls at least some respite from
the intense muscular exertion. Even with the support of the
recliner, their muscles ached from the lack of oxygen.
Emily used every little wiggle to try to thwart Joy's advantage
with her short little hairs on the outer lips of her cxnt by
trying to keep their inner lips lined up, causing more of their
sensitive tissues, including their clits to be in contact,
forcing Joy's outer lips to also go up against Emily's outer
lips, which were less sensitive. Joy, on the other hand, was
doing everything in her gyrating power to do the opposite. She
urgently tried to force either her left or her right outer labia
lip, with its painful bristles, to delve deeply into Emily's
hole. Back and forth the battle raged. The minutes dragged on
and on. Emily saw the deepening flush of arousal behind the
tears on Joy's face. Spurring her on to increased tempo she
succeeded in snaking her clit directly up against Joy's clit,
and wiggled it compellingly against its rival. Joy shuddered.
She knew her orgasm would not be far behind, and even though the
pain in Emily's face was obvious, she didn't see any sign of a
quitter across the chair from her. Joy's dilemma was obvious.
Choice 1: orgasm, choice 2: DO something. Choice 3: both.
When she saw the determination on Emily's face, even through the
tears, she made her choice. Grinding and pushing with all the
intensity her tired muscles could still muster, she drove
herself forward toward orgasm, viciously gouging little tiny
grooves in Emily's cxnt with every motion. Emily continued to
produce gobs of slippery woman-juice. It had been leaking down
their cracks for quite some time, mingling with each other's
juices, both inside and outside their fuck-holes. Emily matched
what she perceived as the added determination in Joy's actions.
Fighting through the pain she continued to deliver as much
erotic shock action to Joy's clit and pussy as she could.
Hearing Joy let loose a low moan, and feeling her energy
reserves nearly depleted, Emily drew on that last reserve of
energy, seeking victory by orgasm over her hated foe. It was
working. Joy recognized the imminence of her orgasm, and just as
she began the initial stages of her orgiastic ecstasy she let
loose. Literally. She let loose. Her practice at home had paid
off. She released her over-filled bladder at the instant of
orgasm. While never part of her habit before, she took a cue
from Emily's ‘accident' in their first fight, and discovered
she could not only deliver a flood of pee at orgasm, but she
could hold a full bladder for a long time. Upon release, the
warm fluid shot out into and against the grinding pussy of
Emily. Emily's brief moment of happiness, from the recognition
of Joy's orgasm, was quickly extinguished by the flood of pee.
The volume came streaming out and overpowered the tiny space
between them and in a flash, Joy lifted her ass off the cushion
and aimed her strong stream directly at Emily's face and upper body.
Emily was caught completely off guard. Even though she had
recognized Joy's intentions earlier, the heat of battle had
caused her to forget and she was fractured by the horrible Joy's
action. Joy continued to have her orgasm and pee simultaneously.
It took several seconds for Emily to react, but her own bladder
was full and she had no trouble retaliating in kind. Lifting her
ass off the cushion as well she aimed her strong flow at Joy
while Joy's warm pee rained down on her. Another interesting
battle had begun. It obviously wouldn't be a real long battle,
but it was intense. Each used their hands and legs to maneuver
their hips into the proper alignment and angle to shoot a thick
stream of pee towards their enemies face. Often the streams
would meet in the air, sending showers of pee droplets in every
direction, covering their bodies, which had dried out long since
their departure form the pool. Emily met with success right
away, though, her stream was strong and focused. She arced the
solid stream with expert control, to land right in Joy's hateful
face. But Emily too, was forced to shake off a nearly steady
stream of pee from her own pretty face. To look at them now, one
would have seen faces that looked more like fighting wolverines,
fresh from a watery kill. They definitely did no look like the
beautiful girls from the birthday party. Both girls had expended
nearly all their energy resources in the last stages of their
pussy fight, which had ended up lasting for over an hour, but
still they continued to pee in long arcs the vile liquid onto
their rival's face. Who would quit first? Joy had started to pee
approximately 15 seconds before Emily could begin, but it was
Emily who ran dry first. Joy's incredibly full bladder was still
pumping out a solid stream a minute after beginning, blasting
Emily's face until finally running out 20 seconds after Emily.
Both girls wiped the degrading urine from their faces with their
hands. Their hair was soaked and their breasts and tummies were
also covered in the foul liquid.
Emily's hope for victory just because of an orgasm from Joy had
ended. She knew, just by looking at the girl across the cushion,
that Joy wasn't about to leave in defeat. They were still there,
together, inches apart, staring hateful daggers at each other.
Their hatred had only intensified as a result of the long pussy
fight and piss fight that followed.
Joy made the next move. Not knowing that Emily had actually used
every ounce of her fighting strength in their last battle, but
willing to take a chance, Joy fought off the usual abhorrence of
stimulation to a pussy just past orgasm, she leaped up, knocked
down the support for the recliner that held her up, and fell
face first down onto Emily, who was caught off guard. Emily
tried to struggle against the big girl on top of her but she was
too exhausted for the effort required. Emily's legs were still
splayed wide apart, providing perfect access to her pussy. Joy
wasted no time and began humping Emily's pussy from a dominant
position. She quickly released the support for Emily's back and
let it fall. Now the recliner was totally flat. Emily was
pressed down beneath the pee soaked girl above her. As the
droplets began to dry and their bodies rubbed together the
chafing from the drying skin began to hurt. But the real problem
for Emily was right between her legs. She could not dislodge Joy
from her dominant position, and even though Joy was overcoming
discomfort of her own, the rough bristles of cxnt hair were
renewing their attack on Emily's soft pussy.
Emily grabbed Joy's hair and pulled with all the strength she
could muster, but it wasn't enough. Joy fucked and fucked and
fucked Emily's pussy without letup. This time, feeling
powerless, even though pulling hair, she felt the arousal urges
flowing into her pussy. Hating herself for the predicament she
found herself in she couldn't dislodge Joy with hairpulling and
her leg strength was not sufficient to buck her off, she pulled
her hands away from Joy's hair and grabbed her nipples. With her
pussy taking quite a beating from Joy's vigorous fucking, she
now had a sensitive area of Joy in hand. Pinching as hard as her
fingers would allow, she caused Joy to scream a long wail of
pain. Joy screamed a second time, but no words were spoken.
Neither girl had the energy for coherent words. Only groans,
screams and tears. Like Emily, though, Joy too had determined
that she would suffer any pain, any hurt, any crime, if in the
end she was the winner. And so it was. The battle had reached
its sixth stage, nearly two hours after its beginning.
Able to use the more thickly haired pubic mound, Joy could now
attack Emily's cxnt much more readily and completely than when
she was using only the short hairs on either side of her
southern lips. The short (about one-eighth of an inch) hairs
were really scraping and harming Emily's birthday pussy. But
Emily, through her tears, was inflicting immense pain on Joy's
nipples. When her fingers tired of twisting they pulled. Hard!
Joy screamed out in pain as Emily tortured Joy's nipples. She
pulled them to nearly two inches in length, threatening to rip
them off her tits. Joys tears fell down on Emily, mixing with
the sweat, chlorine pool water, and pee on Emily's face and
tits. For several minutes they stayed like this. Joy's nipples
in awful pain and Emily's cxnt being tortured by the repeated
humping, fucking, pounding of Joy's pussy mound.
