Peasant Actresses 3
HGHunt
Chapter 11
Sunday Morning
The near total exhaustion of the two girls led to deep sleep and
even though they were asleep side-by-side they stirred very
little. No alarm had been set and the sun had been up for more
than two hours before either awoke. Even after ten and a half
hours of sleep both girls were still a bit tired and sore as
they roused from their slumber. Joy awoke moments before Emily
and rolled over to see Emily still sleeping. Her face was
towards her on the pillow and Joy looked at Emily’s pretty face.
It looked so contented and beautiful, without a care in the
world. She had a hard time focusing her mind, in its early
morning fuzziness, but she was aware of the import of today. It
was the last day of their intended feminine war and she knew it
could be as difficult as any of the previous days. She knew her
chances were good, but that Emily would certainly be ready to
battle her tooth and nail all the way. Her victories in the last
two contests had given her confidence that remained this morning.
Confident though she was, she was a little melancholy as well.
Knowing that today was the last day she might ever confront
Emily woman-to-woman produced a feeling of sadness. She wanted
to win and beat Emily to put her in her place, but she also felt
that the motivation of facing Emily was what had kept her going
for the last several weeks, and when today was over, no matter
the outcome, that motivation would be gone. For that reason she
was sorry to see the morning come. She lay still staring at
Emily’s face as those fuzzy thoughts, more feeling than words,
filtered through her brain.
Emily squirmed a bit and sighed a gentle sigh, which came with a
small smile across her face. The sight was very pleasing to Joy.
She smiled herself at the image of the lovely girl so close to
her. When, moments later Emily stirred a little more and her
legs stretched out in the early stages of wakefulness, Joy
leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Emily’s pouty lips. Joy
lay back on her right side and watched closely as Emily smiled
and stirred some more, stretching her arms above her head to
remove the muscle stagnation. She licked her lips and opened her
eyes to find Joy’s gaze directly upon her face. She smiled again
and without time to contemplate her position as Joy had done she
leaned over to Joy and returned the kiss. Both girls roused
themselves from bed and spent a few moments in the bathroom and
kitchen before returning to the bed. Emily sat on the bed and
patted the bed beside her, beckoning Joy to sit as well. Joy
obliged and when Emily leaned back on the bed, pulling Joy down
with her they rested a bit more. A quiet peaceful moment passed
as they recuperated a bit more from the exertions of the last
two and a half days. Emily smiled a big smile again and blew a
soft kiss towards Joy.
That brought a big smile to Joy’s face and the two girls lay
there in limbo between the intense anger, hatred, combativeness,
and the pleasant, lustful, peaceful, joyful feelings that the
two eighteen year old girls felt for each other. The delicate
position of their bodies on the bed and the soft features
highlighted by the diffuse light of the morning had them both
feeling more like lovers than fighters at the moment. Without
any words being spoken the two let their eyes do all the
communicating. Their eyes met in a loving clinch and they let
them wander downward over the lovely contours of their foe’s
body. Joy scooched her body a little closer to Emily. Emily
inched a little closer to Joy. The two girls were now scant
millimeters apart and they could feel the breathing of the other
on their own faces. Joy breathed a big sigh and her breath
brushed gently across Emily’s face. Emily’s sigh merged with
Joy’s and the two girls licked their lips. Leaning forward that
small distance put Joy’s puckered lips in touch with Emily’s
waiting lips. This time she did not pull back. Emily returned
the kiss with a wispy soft touch of tenderness. The touch was so
soft and gentle that it was barely perceptible. The kiss
lingered between the ever-so-lovely girls. Emily thought, “Gee,
this is a pleasurable way to wake up. I could do this everyday.”
She didn’t really contemplate the import of her thoughts;
whether it was pleasurable to have Joy there, or was it because
it was a girl kissing her, or was it just that a real live
person-partner was sharing the intimate time with her. In any
case it happened to be all three and the fact that she didn’t
comprehend any deeper meaning behind her feeling didn’t make it
any less real. The kiss stirred those deeper emotions we all
share. She acted slowly and almost without thought in rolling
her body over the bed and wrapped one arm gently around the back
of Joy so her hand had access to the back of her neck. She
gently prodded with her right leg between the thighs of Joy’s
strong legs. Without any forethought or malice, Joy parted her
legs a bit so that the two could snuggle closer together. Emily
raised her head and shoulders off the bed for a moment and Joy
slid her right arm underneath so that she could hug Emily’s back
and the girls used their arms to pull one another even closer
together. Their kiss maintained a delicate and increasingly
erotic touch and their breasts were now pressed together by the
arms of the embracing girls.
Arranged like this in a morning clinch the two girls slowly and
surely began to rub each other’s backs, pull one another close
for a more exciting touch, play with each other’s hair, slide
their tits deliciously across the other pair, wiggle their hips
to feel their pussies rub against the smooth soft thigh inserted
between their legs, and kept up their quiet kiss. The
pleasantries of the soft touch and intimacy made Joy feel a
natural recurrence of lust. Pushing the competition of the last
65 hours out of her mind, she wished that this clinch of
intimacy could last forever. Like Emily she did not bother to
contemplate the psychological ramifications of her feelings: did
this make her a lesbian? Was she in love with Emily? Was she
bonded to her like this forever? No, she didn’t consider all
this, only the wonderfully warm and fuzzy feeling she had as the
two slowly writhed together on the bed.
The delicious rapture rolled from the deepest recesses of their
brains, controlled by their unconscious. They had become fully
awake and the pleasure had not dissipated, but intensified. As
the passion grew, their motions became more spontaneous and
erratic. Their mouths had opened and tongues danced together in
the warm confines of their meshed mouths. As the passion and
intensity continued to grow, the heat from their loins crept
slowly throughout their bodies, demanding release.
One problem was present though, one that neither girl had
contemplated yet. Every previous sexual encounter between the
girls was a competitive one. Neither had the experience of
trying to actually seek her own pleasure in a mutually sharing
and trusting way. So as the passion progressed and the girls
actions became even more pronounced and desperate for release
the only thoughts that could come to mind were those of past
moments like this which were sprung from the roots of hatred and
jealousy that lived between them. Were they doomed to forever
forego the pleasures of a real, trusting, and shared lovemaking,
or could they rise above the history that surrounded them and
succumb in blissful acceptance in the arms of the other? Only
time would tell.
Whatever their immediate motivation, it seemed that their shared
instinct was too strong, the lack of trust too deep, the joy of
the present moment not quite strong enough, for them to change
gears at this juncture. It was with deep unconscious sorrow that
the two girls edged their way simultaneously toward a more
hostile clinch. The muscles, now fully awakened, were more
forceful in hugging, in rubbing backs and necks, in running
fingers through hair, in grabbing buttocks for control, and in
parting thighs with intent on intimate contact. Their mouths
sought more dominant positions, instead of neutral ground.
Tongues were forcefully plunging at each other instead of
ticklish dancing. It was almost as if they weren’t even in
control at all. It was as if the battle of wills between them
was a living breathing entity that had to be fed. The only way
to feed it was to compete. No matter if it wasn’t what they
wanted. So their wake-up clinch intensified, with predictable
consequences. It became a battle to the finish. The problem was
that, even though both girls were totally aware of the battle
being fought, neither had any idea how a victor would be
determined. They hadn’t set out any ground rules and certainly
no definitively obvious conclusion was present in their minds
either. All they knew is that they were competing again. Their
bodies were matched up from head to toe. Arms snaked around each
other in reminiscence of an Anaconda mating ball. Legs
intertwined with each other and torsos and faces were matched up
perfectly with their counterpart. It was now nearly 10 AM and in
the back of their minds was the ticking clock. Emily just had to
start cleaning up after 5:00 and the original plan was for the
last and culminating event to take place at noon, leaving plenty
of time for conclusion. The way the morning wakeup was going, it
was unclear as to how that would transpire.
Joy had transformed gradually from a compassionate lover to a
competitive lover but the transformation was now complete. She
ached to somehow show her superiority to Emily in their Sunday
morning contest. Her mouth opened wide, trying to inhale Emily’s
mouth clear inside. As much as a physical impossibility as it
was, she tried anyway. Her wide-open lips were met with the
obvious stretching of Emily’s lips to their fullest dimension.
They pushed and twisted and turned their moistened lips in
dynamic battle. Their tongues followed suit inside their mouths
by clashing vigorously. The saliva soaked mouths slobbered their
faces as they parted to breath and to purposely drip spit on the
face of the other. Joy drooled a large wet mass of saliva all
over Emily’s chin and was treated the same in return. Their
mouths jabbed at each other and the tongues slid along side each
other, forcing their way deep into the farthest depths. Tonsils
were practically in play as their tongues found the deep roofs
of mouths and the gums of every tooth in both mouths. No portion
went unexplored.
All the while the arms, legs, and torsos kept up their
slithering touch. Emily burned with sexual desire, but even more
burning within her was the desire for sexual supremacy. She
ached for a release of the tension that had come from Joy’s two
recent victories, and she wished to overpower her in a
convincing way. Her thoughts were becoming malicious and she
knew that even though she had won many battles that she might
have to ‘explore the limits’ if she intended to better Joy on
this day. The current battle was being waged in a very fair and
even manner and she was very comfortable with the prospects of
continuing the fight on those terms. But, she knew that that
could change at any moment and she needed to be ready for
anything from her foe. She knew Joy was equally intent on
supremacy and she knew that fighting fair wasn’t necessarily a
given at this stage.
So, like any good chess match, the end-game had begun. It hadn’t
been planned to start now, but it was time to prepare for the
final checkmate. It would be necessary to protect the powerful
pieces remaining on the board and to also edge the opponent into
some strategic error. Every pawn and knight would have an
important role to play. No move would go un-retaliated. The
chessboard was this house and the players were serious.
Emily squirmed her tongue to the very back of Joy’s mouth,
feeling the entrance to her throat with the tip, and she
squirmed in apparent joy at the success of her invasion. Joy
recognized the motion for what it was and she tried to find the
entrance to Emily’s throat, but Emily’s tongue was there to meet
her own, and they pushed in fierce battle against each other
inside of Emily’s mouth. Tongue muscles strained and pushed,
sweat popped up on the foreheads of both girls. Emily ached at
the tension she had to maintain to keep Joy’s tongue from
scouring the back of her mouth and the entrance to her throat.
Joy fumed at her inability to retaliate in kind for the invasion
she had felt she suffered. Jostling for control between their
mouths the tongues waged an intense war. Joy thrust forward,
only to be driven back. She tried to push sideways, only to be
thwarted there too. Joy’s frustration showed as she shifted her
focus a little lower. Even while continuing her tongue duel, she
thrust her chest and massive tits hard at Emily’s protruding
pair. There was no official scorekeeping now, but it was clear
that the tongue fight battle was a plus for Emily.
Between these two, no challenge went unanswered, and this was no
different. Emily’s response was swift and strong. Her tits
bashed back towards Joy’s monsters compressing them firmly and
squashing them out sideways. Joy pulled her mouth back, causing
a big smile to appear on Emily’s face, but it was short lived as
Joy clenched her arms around Emily and squeezed her chest to her
own. The bearhug plastered their tits tightly together. Their
nipples jabbed into each other and the softer aureoles gave way
to the distinctly hard nipples. The soft pink of Joy’s
titty-points and the soft brown of Emily’s titty-points battled
in the confined space between the heaving boobs. It had been a
while since the girls’ tits had battled, but the resumption of
this contest seemed very natural to both of them.
Their tits had been at the heart of the original friction
between the two girls, and even though neither had been thinking
about Mr. Slater or the upcoming play productions of their
senior year, they both felt they had something to prove in this
tit-battle. Each badly wanted her tits to be superior. And so
this phase of the battle was intensely emotional. Emily’s arms
wrapped snugly around Joy’s upper body and she leveraged her
tit’s actions with matching hugs and thrusts. She snarled “Mine
are best!” And Joy responded in kind, “No, MINE are best!” To
emphasize her belief she wrenched her body to the left and was
able to roll atop Emily. Now, looking down on her from above,
she reiterated, “MINE are best!” She ground her tits downward
with gritted teeth and Emily squeezed Joy’s chest firmly with
her hands, indicating she wasn’t the least afraid of the
compressing challenge. Their tit flesh ballooned out to the
sides and it appeared as if they might burst from the pressure.
Their legs were intertwined, each with their left between the
legs of the other, and the heat and intensity of their tit war
flowed to the rest of their bodies as they ground their tits
into each other. Emily felt the heat of lust and it fueled her
anger even more. Anger fueled her lust and lust fueled her
anger. The centers of their brains, where lust and anger
resided, were so intricately connected that one couldn’t grow
without the other. Which would rule? Only time would tell. Joy
felt her juices start to flow even as she used her boobs as
jousting weapons against Emily. Squeezing and rubbing and
jabbing towards each other the girls confronted each other’s
tits with reckless abandon. Emily’s legs were jostling for
position, while at the same time she felt her own juices
churning. She rolled Joy off and in doing so, Joy fell off the
bed and landed on her back on the floor.
Emily’s quick move allowed her the freedom to challenge Emily
verbally. “Let’s go tit to tit kneeling on the bed. Straight
up.” Joy agreed, “Fine!” With that she knelt on the bed as Emily
rose and did the same. Inching towards each other they put their
hands on their hips and began swinging their tits at each other.
Wham! Wham! Their tits bounced into each other with loud smacks
as the girl’s intention to win intensified. Wham! Wham! Slap!
Slap! On they went glaring at each other and watching their tits
bounce vigorously off their nemesis’ tits. Joy leaned forward to
impress her tits far into Emily’s heaving monsters. Emily leaned
in as well, continuing her aggressive side-to-side motion.
Instead of banging together their tits were now grinding hard
into each other. The firm tissues underlying their beautiful
breasts were taking a pounding. The punishment was beginning to
become painful, but neither slowed her chest movement. Neither
was even distracted much by the pain yet as their lovely breasts
became compressed under the force of their two bodies pushing
and grinding.
Joy’s nipples were fully distended and she was intent on using
them to inflict as much pain as possible on Emily’s boobs. She
pushed and ground them with a vengeance at every part of Emily’s
boobs, and when they found her nipples the duel took on even
more emotion. Neither girl wanted her nipples to fail her now.
Joy had been victorious earlier in their nipple battle, but
Emily was not backing down from this confrontation. Her own
nipples were fully hard and as bent on domination as were Joy’s.
For half an hour the two waged a very even tit battle. They
would sometimes grind forcefully into each other and at other
times they would return to using their tits like boxing gloves,
swinging them wildly as weapons. Now they were sweating as the
day warmed. Their skin glistened and they slowly tired of the
evenness of the battle. Practically simultaneously each girl
began to think of ways to alter the course of the fight. Emily’s
hands came up, and in response so did Joy’s.
Their hands grasped each other’s hands and the two added this
twist to their tit battle. Squeezing and pushing against the
other girls’ hands took some of the intensity away from the tit
battle and the focus shifted to pushing each other, as best they
could with their hands and arms. Only a couple of minutes into
this battle the two gave a mighty heave and pushed against each
other as hard as they could muster. Each girl was pushed back
and as they fell backwards each let go and their bodies fell to
the bed on their backs. Each was tired and they lay there for a
moment, collecting their legs from the awkward positions they
were in. In straightening her legs out Emily’s right foot
nestled inadvertently right into the crotch between Joy’s legs.
As Joy’s legs became untangled she too found her foot falling to
rest in Emily’s crotch. Raising her head and eyeing Joy for any
funny business, she slid forward to put pressure on Joy’s pussy
with her foot. Feeling Joy’s foot press against her sweaty pussy
found her feeling an unwanted jolt of sexual adrenalin. The
pendulum was swinging again. She felt Joy’s foot slide downward
against her pussy lips until her toes slid across the sensitive
area. It wasn’t long before she could feel her labia under the
manipulation of Joy’s invading toes. In an instant Emily was
retaliating in kind. Their legs were practically the exact same
length and the two girls now were laying on their backs on the
bed with the right foot of each probing and playing with the
other girl’s pussy.
Neither had anticipated or even though of a foot-fuck-fight, but
here they were. Emily immediately began using her big toe to
spread the lips of her rival’s cxnt. In moments she was able to
part her labia and begin her toe intrusion inside the wet
slippery confines of Joy’s cxnt; the cxnt that she now knew
practically as well as her own, maybe even better. Grabbing the
two pillows lying nearby she threw one to Joy and lifted her own
ass off the bed and stuffed the pillow underneath. Joy followed
suit and the two girls now could probe more effectively into
each other’s quim. Emily returned to her task, all the while
seeking to ignore Joy’s toe. She parted Joy’s labia again and
turned her foot sideways to run all five delicate toes
lengthwise up and down the slippery slit. Joy’s tangy juices
flowed and lubricated Emily’s toes. Wiggling her toes in turn
she was able to insert each one of them inside the outer regions
of Joy’s pungent pussy. Rolling them around and sliding up
against her clit, Joy focused on as much total foot-to-cxnt
contact as possible.
Joy both loved and hated the feeling of Emily’s foot probing her
pussy. Love and hate, love and hate. It always came back to
that. Every interaction between the two was tinged with or
consumed by these two emotions. With a new twist to the
interaction they relished the foot-fuck action. Joy kept up her
digital probing with heavy focus on Emily’s clit. She angrily
gritted her teeth as Emily’s toes invaded her pussy, causing the
wetness to flow from her insides. Plying her own toes with as
much dexterity as she could muster she was able to pinch a bit
of Emily’s right labia between her two biggest toes and pull it
outward, stretching it out before the slippery skin slid away
from between the grip of her toes. She did it again, then again.
This time she pulled the other labia lip out into an extended
flap. While the stretching wasn’t all that painful, it was just
uncomfortable enough for Emily to make a mental note of it.
Beyond the discomfort was the control Joy was maintaining over
her labia lips. Emily gritted her own teeth in determination as
she slid her heel up against Joy’s cxnt and pushed firmly
against the soft wet flesh. At the same time she pushed her own
pussy forward in challenge to Joy’s foot, as if to say, “My
pussy can take anything your little foot can dish out, bitch!”
Those words went unspoken but the body talk was so well
understood by the other that the words would have been redundant
anyway.
Joy’s heel found Emily’s wetness and she ground firmly against
it as she too pushed her cxnt back against Emily’s foot. Up and
down went their feet and the pressure of their two bodies
against the lovely feet promoted another surge of lustful
grunting. Now it was hard to tell which was the aggressor. Was
it feet invading pussies, or was it pussies trying to dominate
feet. Neither girl had ever been foot-fucked before and the
surprising, to them, outcome was that they both became so
aroused that there was no stopping the impending flourish of
sexual urges. Joy angled her crotch to send her clit into direct
contact with the now sopping wet arch of Emily’s foot and she
rotated her clit against it with the kind of wild hedonistic
abandon of a girl only intent on her own pleasure. The firm
pressure was killing her clit. The warm surges of pleasure
radiated out from her clit into her legs, torso and even her
arms. She wiggled and wiggled against Joy’s foot even as she
feverishly kept up the pressure of her own foot on Emil’s
equally engorged and wet clit.
Emily moaned as the gyrations were bringing her closer and
closer to orgasm. The wild abandon she noticed from Joy was now
equally her own. The two bitches kept up their intense
foot-fuck, glancing at each other occasionally, sometimes
growling low guttural challenges, sometimes whimpering in
pleasure. Each felt the ache, the hated ache of impending
orgasm. The two wildly bucked and pushed and slammed their
pussies against their hated rival’s foot. Each demanded of
herself the ultimate measure of control and yet their actions
were inevitably leading to a total loss of control. Within a few
minutes the two were thrashing so violently that they found it
hard to keep up the intimate contact that they sought. Joy’s
foot began to ache from the muscles that were being called on to
pummel Emily’s pussy and the same was true for Emily. Each knew
that the other was very close to the brink and when this stage
was reached the power of sexual lust took over completely. As
one they both twisted their bodies trying to find that perfect
contact of foot and cxnt. Joy was desperately trying to find a
way to achieve her own release, against all her combative
instincts, when she felt Emily’s thighs crush her foot between
them and hold her foot against her pussy with all her might.
Emily screamed a blood-curdling scream of pleasure/hate as an
orgasm blasted through her body. Her cxnt pulsed in rhythmic
contractions against the little toe that had embedded itself in
her outer pussy and the nervous system proved once again its
function was intact. Joy yelled out her own pleasure of victory
as Emily’s cxnt kept up its friction against her foot. Joy
screamed, “I WIN fucker! I win!” Emily whimpered as she felt the
waves of her orgasm slide effortlessly through her in
exponential decay.
Her own gyrations continuing, it was only a few seconds before
Joy was blasting off in her own powerful orgasm. She too, had
clamped on her opponents foot with her thighs, embedding that
last perfect contact of foot and clit into her being. Her orgasm
was loud and long and overlapped the final moments of Emily’s
dying one. The sweat drenched girls and the cum-soaked sheets
emitted a powerful aroma of feminine lust. The heady odor was
permeated the room. As they rode out the final stages of their
orgasms and as they regained their senses, the precise situation
they were in began to seep into their brains. It was the final
day and it was now nearly noon. While totally unplanned, the
morning awakening/arousal/multidimensional fight had ended with
Emily forced to orgasm first. As Joy recollected this would tie
the overall score. She sat up and coolly fluffed her hair back
and looked down on the slowly rising Emily. “Get your ass up and
over to that scoreboard, bitch! I do believe that the score is
now tied!”
“Not so fast, bitch! Who said we were keeping score. That was
just our morning wake-up.”
“Fuck you. We’ve been keeping score of every-fucking-thing for
the last three days and I just out-foot-fucked you and now
you’re crying about it. I want a picture for my little scrapbook
and you need to get your scrawny ass over there and write it down.”
A ton of thoughts raced through Emily’s head right now,
including the fact that Joy had been losing the kiss battle and
that the orgasm she had just had was not a conclusion to an
agreed upon contest ahead of time. She was not about to let Joy
dictate the results just because she wanted it that way. She
wanted to make her point, but then her anger built up inside so
much that she abandoned her use of logic and lashed out at Joy.
Slap!
Emily’s right hand swung and caught Joy squarely on her left
cheek. Emily glared at Joy as she watched her foe recoil from
the impact. Emily’s eyes told Joy everything she needed to know.
The staged contests were over. The impromptu contests were over.
The fact that their sexual lust for each other had generated
more orgasms for each girl than they had had in the past year
was now pushed aside. Now it was time to settle the question of
the ‘One Rose’ once and for all.
Standing still, hands on her hips, the totally naked Emily
glowed inside. The hatred she felt for Joy could now be
unleashed. All the intense dueling for sexual supremacy had been
great, but now it was time for putting that sleazy bitch firmly
in her place. Right now, at this moment Emily felt better about
herself than at anytime in the past. Her loss only a couple of
minutes before was no matter. The only thing was the girl in
front of her and the flush of fulfillment she was already
feeling as she prepared for Joy to react. Tauntingly, she cocked
her head and stood her ground as Joy put her hand to her face in
reaction to the blow.
Feeling the sting on her cheek, surprised by the suddenness of
Emily’s attack, her mind raced through a thousand thoughts in
just seconds. She remembered Emily’s comment about the Grand
Finale. Either girl could have jumped to this at any time, but
now the final five hours had arrived and it was Emily who had
succumbed to her anger first. Joy smirked with the knowledge
that her recent victory had gotten under the skin of Emily so
severely. The smirk became apparent to Emily as Joy’s head
turned back to face her after the slap.
Joy’s smirk met Emily’s glare. It seemed forever but was really
only a few seconds. The two girls eyes met for the umpteenth
time and the message sent was loud and clear between them. The
fight for the right to be “THE ROSE” had begun.
Emily arrogantly turned her head just a bit to the right,
offering her cheek to Joy. Joy’s arm flashed across the narrow
space dividing them and her open palm landed squarely on the
left cheek of Emily’s pretty face. Both girls immediately had
glowing red skin where the first impact had been felt. But
neither girl wasted any time evaluating things. They leaped
fiercely at one another and their bodies smacked together as all
four hands went for the hair of the rival girl. They staggered
around in a small circle near the bed, yanking and pulling on
their hair for all they were worth. Joy felt the strength in
Emily’s arms as her head was torqued sideways and down to her
right. Emily’s hands pulled and pulled with all their might as
though they were trying to break Joy’s neck. Joy fought back
with tugs of her own on the now tangled locks of Emily’s blonde
hair. Emily’s head bent forward from the power of Joy’s arms and
the two circling tigercats snarled nasty words through pursed
lips as they focused totally on domination and destruction.
Joy’s hand tensed and she squeezed as hard as she could and with
a yank she pulled several strands of Emily’s hair right out of
her head, eliciting a blood-curdling scream from Emily. The pain
was heavy and the rage that followed was more intense than any
she had ever felt in her young life. Letting go with her left
hand she balled a fist and swung a low uppercut into Joy’s
belly. The vicious punch connected solidly.
“Oooff.” Joy felt her tummy give in to the powerful blow and she
prepared for another by tensing her stomach muscles just in
time. Emily’s next punch hit the same spot as the first but
Joy’s muscles prevented such a penetration as the first time.
Nonetheless, Joy had been made painfully aware of how hard Emily
could punch and to retaliate she let go with her right hand and
swung a roundhouse blow to the side of Emily’s head with her own
fist.
Each kept one hand in the hair of the other girl and the blows
now came fast and furious between them. Joy’s right and Emily’s
left fists were flying at each other like pistons, pummeling any
part of their bodies they could reach. Occasionally the two
hands or arms would collide during the exchange. Cursing and
screaming obscenities at each other at first, the two quit
yelling and the only sound was of panting and grunts from the
pain as the two blondes, still on their feet, traded close-in
punches. Targets were made of heads, bellies, legs, and when
possible, their tits. Joy felt a particularly solid blow to her
right breast and it made her wince in pain. She managed to hit
Emily’s breasts several times in retaliation and the two girls
were now both moaning from the pain. After a few minutes of this
punching routine the arms of the girls tired and it was Emily
who first changed tactics. Pulling close to Joy she threw her
leg around behind Joy and tripped her.
In an instant they were on the floor rolling around and fighting
for control. Emily had landed on top of Joy and the impact was
felt throughout Joy’s torso. She almost lost her breath and was
partially stunned. But she maintained her grip on Emily’s hair
and with a push managed to roll her over. Emily too was able to
keep the momentum and they rolled across the floor, each trying
to remain atop the other, until their rolling was stopped by the
low table upon which sat the sex toys. Joy was lucky to have
found herself on top and she took quick advantage by lowering
her body and opening her legs wide for leverage to keep Emily
beneath her. At exactly the instant that Emily discerned that
she was in a disadvantageous position her hand quit punching and
found one of Joy’s big boobs and with terrific intensity she
grabbed and squeezed. Joy let out a yell of pain and now her
anger flushed her into retaliatory action. Without thinking she
blasted a hard right hand fist to Emily’s jaw. The blow dazed
her more than any of the previous wild blows and it was all she
could do to maintain her alertness. When she saw the second blow
coming she was able to turn her head a bit and to deflect the
blow with her arm. She had to let go of Joy’s hair to stop the
blow, because she sure didn’t want another blow like the last one.
Her jaw ached unmercifully from the solid punch and she was
lying precariously underneath the fuming Joy. Luckily for Emily,
Joy had used lots of punching energy. As Joy kept her one hand
on Emily’s hair she tried to punch, but Emily had managed to
grab her wrist and was neutralizing her right hand from being an
effective punching weapon. Meanwhile Emily had not let up her
tit squeezing and the energy of the first few minutes had now
ebbed and the two girls struggled and squirmed at each other but
with less vigor. Joy’s attempts to punch had waned, and her hard
pulling of Emily’s hair was now slacking off, as was Emily’s
grip on Joy’s tit. Both girls were still being hurt by their
predicament but the adrenalin was now diminished and a
contentious rest period had begun. Both were using the moment to
catch their breath and relax their tensed muscles a bit.
In fact, the two girls lay in their semi-intense clinch for
nearly twenty minutes as each girl let her breathing return to
normal and they could feel their muscles regain enough oxygen to
be useful again. Neither spoke during this time and the only
movement was an occasional wriggle to test their opponent’s
reaction. Joy kept her hand in Emily’s hair but wasn’t pulling
vigorously. Emily’s hand stayed directly on Joy’s right tit but
she wasn’t squeezing. Those twenty minutes seemed much quicker
to the girls, but since they were so tired from the exertions
they were not anxious to be forced to resume their battle. At
the end of the lull, Emily let go of Joy’s wrist and slowly
moved her hand into Joy’s hair. Joy felt her hand released and
she slowly moved her right hand into Emily’s hair. Emily still
lay prone beneath Joy, her head now cleared from the sharp blow
she had received earlier. She now slowly moved her right hand
from Joy’s breast up to her head and wrapped Joy’s hair around
her fingers. The two girls were now locked hand to hair and eye
to eye.
Their naked bodies were plastered together by not only the
weight of Joy atop her foe, but by the sweat that had now
stickily melted them together. Action was slow to resume. Emily
knew that each minute Joy was recovering from her exertions, but
she was very grateful for the renewal she was feeling in her own
body as time went by. Their legs were intertwined and their
pelvises in close contact. Minute shifting of body position from
Emily finally broke the stagnant atmosphere. She raised her hips
to lift Joy. It wasn’t a violent thrust, more like a gentle
prodding one might use to tell their lover that it was time to
get off. Joy felt the thrust and she parried back downward with
similar intensity. Up again, down again, up again, down again.
The pelvic thrusts from Emily were met with equal pushes back
down from Joy. Joy felt that the battle had a long way to go,
but she was happy to have remained in the superior position for
so long, and grateful for the recovery she was feeling. She
maintained her grip in Emily’s hair but was not actively pulling
at the moment, as she could feel the fingers of Emily’s strong
hands buried deeply in her own tresses. She could feel Emily’s
hot breath on her face and she knew Emily could feel her own as
well. The aroma of their hot bodies permeated their senses.
The small, almost intimate thrusts continued for a few moments,
and fatefully, without any forethought, each female felt the
return of their familiar competitive instinct: SEX. The pendulum
was swinging towards a sexual battle for fulfillment and they
couldn’t stop it. Emily noticed the slightly ragged breathing of
the face so close to her own face, and in a quick move pulled
hard to her left and thrust up with her right hip to roll Joy
over. Joy, surprised by the move, but not disconcerted, let
Emily roll her over 180 degrees and achieve the top position.
Now it was Joy’s turn to thrust her hips upward against Emily’s
pelvis. She lifted her hips and slowly held her up a few inches
and shifted her lower body to the right as she untangled her
legs a bit from Emily’s thighs. Emily’s return thrust came with
her legs spread apart a little and she met Joy’s legs in perfect
mirror symmetry.
Each pair of hands remained in the other girl’s hair, but were
pretty much there in a defensive position. Neither girl was
actively pulling or yanking. Occasionally a small tug might
weave between them, but the intensity was low and the effect was
more erotic than vicious. The thrusting rhythm was found again,
this time with Joy on the bottom, and Emily happy to be above as
she returned each upward thrust from her foe with a similar
downward thrust. Now, with their legs symmetrical and apart,
their lovely feminine pussies were back in wondrously erotic
skin-to-skin contact. Their pink clefts had moistened and begun
to become plump and flushed more pink with the extra blood flow
generated by their arousal. Full breasts mashed together and
enjoyed the pressure of nipple against nipple between the
compressed flesh. Their breasts hadn’t parted company in nearly
half an hour and the exquisite eroticism of their touch returned
from the contentious feeling of earlier.
Neither was at full strength. After all they had used a bundle
of energy and they hadn’t eaten much at all today. With nearly
68 hours of their “One rose” party behind them, their bodies
didn’t appear to have a whole lot left. So the small jousting
thrusts of groin against groin were welcome, even with the
intensity of hatred that fueled their meeting in the first
place. Joy pushed upward and held Emily for several seconds in
the raised position before Emily spread her legs a bit wider and
pushed back down. As her legs ventured another foot apart, her
sexy clit poked its gorgeous head gently out between her labia.
She matched her position perfectly to poke her womanly center
point directly at the clit of her hated enemy. Joy matched
Emily’s leg widening behavior and her bulging clit made itself
visible from between her flushed labia majora. Oooooooh, thought
Joy as her marvelous nub felt the slippery nub protruding from
Emily’s upper cleft slide deliciously down the length of her own
hardened clit. Wonderful Déjà vu!
The minutes flew by and the two girls continued their slow
bouncy rhythm. Joy apparently remained content to stay in the
inferior position. After all she had been in the top position
herself for nearly half an hour, and she actually found that she
used a little less energy by lying on the floor as opposed to
the top position. Their slow-motion activity put the girls into
a sort of trance: a never-never land where the only reality was
the reality of their bodies in contact, where they didn’t think
about the previous days and weeks. They didn’t think about the
nature of the events that drew them together. They didn’t
contemplate the need for a definitive conclusion to what had
transpired between them. They really weren’t ‘thinking’ at all.
They were just feeling: feeling the power of lust and sensual
contact grow in tiny increments towards fulfillment. The here
and now was all there was. Their bodies churned inside from the
deliciousness of each other’s incredibly sexy body. Not
consciously conserving energy anymore, but using only enough to
keep the flame burning, they pushed and slid their bodies
against each other for another twenty minutes. Moving enough to
keep the pump primed, but not enough to bring it to a full head
of steam.
As young girls, thankfully, they had large reservoirs of
juice-producing glandular ability. Their pussies were wet
throughout and the slippery contact of wet clit on wet clit was
decidedly erotic. During all this slow-motion back-and-forth
humping Joy and Emily were looking at each other much of the
time. Occasionally one or the other would close their eyes for a
while to help focus on the lush feelings surging through their
loins. Most of the time however they just kept up eye contact,
staring deep into the soul of the opposing girl. Emily’s blue
eyes and Joy’s green eyes both showed everything and nothing.
The souls were visible and invisible. Their eye-dance played
right alongside the more physical dance of their lower bodies.
It seemed almost heavenly to Joy to be ‘knowing’ Emily so
deeply, both on the physical and emotional/spiritual level.
Joy licked her lips as she was pushed back down by one of
Emily’s tingly pussy thrusts. When, the next time Joy thrust
upward, Emily licked her own lips. Their faces were only an inch
apart and their tongues less than that. Soon their tongues began
to dart and jab towards each other. Tiny touches and departures
became longer and longer as the minutes went by. This wasn’t
really an open mouth exploratory battle like the earlier one,
but instead was tongues extending out and battling firmly
against each other. A very slippery and lovely battle was being
waged between two talented and powerful tongues. Tongues, eyes,
tits, bellies, pussies, and legs were all perfectly matched up
with the foes. With so much going on, concentration was a
problem for Joy (Emily too). She used so much intense energy
controlling her tongue that she forgot to thrust her pussy up
against Emily’s cxnt for more than a minute. She finally
realized she had been neglectful in her humpity bump duties and
as compensation she sort of pulled her legs up and apart even
farther and pushed up against Emily’s twat with a gash-grinding
twist. Her labia lips had parted even more with her legs now
bent at the knee and pulled up and outside of Emily’s waist.
Emily growled a low guttural sound as she felt the wetness of
Joy’s lips slide so wickedly under her own sticky lips. Joy had
sucked in her breath with a quick “Whooh!” at the same instant.
Joy, with her supine body holding Emily up with seemingly little
effort she continued to wiggle her sticky cxnt in small
gyrations against Emily’s voracious gash. Emily let Joy hold her
up for a while and then she pulled her legs in closer together
and forced herself downwards onto Joy for the umpteenth time.
This time however Joy’s legs were high and wide, opening up her
cxnt even wider than before. Emily relished the opportunity to
take the masculine (missionary) position and she immediately
began a slow rocking fuck-motion that brought her fuzzless mound
into position to actually part Joy’s lubricated labia lips even
wider apart. Wiggling from side to side she could feel the
wetness and slippery lubrication of Joy’s inner lips across her
outer lips, clit, and mons.
Joy wasn’t so much competing right now as she was probing her
own ability to maintain sexual arousal and intensity at a
near-summit level for an indefinite period of time. It wasn’t a
conscious decision. It was just doing what her body told her to
do. She ached for the feeling of incredible lust to stay with
her indefinitely as badly as she ached for the release that
would bring it to an end. She wasn’t thinking at all about the
clock, the aftermath, the score, or even about why and where she
was. Her body almost felt like a different entity. She could
feel every nuance of touch and motion across her skin, as though
it was a supercharged event. Tingle merged upon tingle until her
nervous system was almost unable to cope with the sensations.
But as though in a trance, her mind was able to elegantly depart
a bit from her body and she reached a plateau of incredible
richness. It was as though her supercharged system could handle
more sensation, more intense feelings, more desire, more lust,
more hate, more love, more EMILY without becoming overloaded and
losing control. So, even as the wicked Emily would pound and
thrust and move her body so perfectly against her own, Joy just
kept going higher and higher. Her mind was totally open. Her
body was totally open. Her spirit was in total acceptance. Emily
could have done anything at all during this time and Joy would
have joyfully accepted it. It was like some subhuman,
prehistoric, ancient power was covering her and cloaking her in
saturated ecstasy. She was beyond trying to slow down or stop
any impending orgasms, as she had forced herself to do so many
times in all those heated sexfights with Emily. A deep inner
self was doing it all for her, covering all bets, slaying all
enemies, and vanquishing her foes. Never would she feel anything
remotely like it again. Her Nirvana reward was at hand.
As Emily bumpity-bumped her body against Joy, unaware of the
inner peace and tranquility Joy was feeling, but feeling very
powerful and sexy herself, she accepted the urgency of her own
sexual desire as natural and worth achieving. With only a
fleeting thought of potential consequences, Emily removed her
hands from Joy’s hair and quickly lowered them to reach behind
Joy’s upward-and-outward-pointing knees and pull Joy’s knees
down low clear to her shoulders. Joy was now bent back in a
totally submissive position. She needn’t have worried about Joy
retaliating or upsetting the progression, since she was totally
immersed in her own sensational world. When Emily reached around
Joy’s knees to grab, once again, Joy’s hair, she was surprised
to feel Joy actually let go of her own blonde mane and gently
wrap her arms around her neck. Feeling in control of Joy, and
enjoying the slow lengthening strides she was taking towards her
own orgasm, Emily’s ache for release began asserting itself in
urgency.
The arrangement of their bodies now was still of close intimate
contact, but with Joy’s knees pulled up nearly to her neck, her
pussy was absolutely as open and inviting as it could possibly
be without artificially pulling it apart. Realizing this, Emily
ached for even more total contact with the slippery slit beneath
her. As her legs had been drawn together to achieve the
masculine fucking motion, her own clit and inner lips were less
exposed, and she decided to risk (still unkown to her, no risk
at all from Joy) another shift. She let go of Joy’s hair and
raised her body upwards slightly so that she too could spread
her legs wide apart. Her feet were just under and in front of
Joy’s shoulders and her knees were pointing out far to either
side. The plush carpet was the perfect foundation for comfort
and control in this pretzel-like position. She grabbed a nearby
large pillow and stuffed it under Joy’s lower back to provide
extra support and comfort. Now crouching over Joy, with her
elbows wrapped around Joy’s ankles, above Joy’s head, she could
separate her own plump cxnt-lips, and plop them down directly on
Joy’s inviting upward pointing honey hole.
“Ooooohhhhh, Fuuuuuuuuuck, YYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!” Almost
unintelligible words lurched out of Emily’s mouth as she made
contact again. She had pulled her head away when switching
positions and their faces were no longer close and the tongue
duel had broken off. All nerves now led to one place: the
conjunction of their most feminine areas. Emily felt the
incredible power of Joy’s cxnt accepting every tiny fold and
every drop of dew from her own drenched pussy. The juices from
both girls were prodigiously flowing. Similar in kind to what
the body does to avoid hypothermia, it sends its heat and
resources to the most important organs in order to maintain
life. Well, in this case, it was the bodies of both girls
focusing every available resource to promote the heightened
sexuality of the moment. Joy had never been so slippery. Emily
could feel the gushing flow of her inner juices like never
before and the desire was mounting like a far-off freight train
approaching.
In a purely physical sense their nervous systems were not
linked, but they might as well have been. The bundle of nerves
just below Joy’s clitoris was matched perfectly up with Emily’s
clitoris and her bundle of nerves. Unbeknownst to her, Joy’s
body, in its own Nirvana was sending out powerful rays of
pleasure that Emily’s body accepted as her own. Emily ground her
pussy deeply against Joy’s accepting pussy. Joy ground back as
much as her position allowed. The girls were now on autopilot.
The pace had quickened a bit as soon as Emily had shifted into
the more dominating position, but still, nearly an hour and a
half after locking up like this their bodies were still plunging
along more like marathon runners than sprinters. The pent-up
frustration that often accompanies the inability to orgasm after
marathon sessions was nowhere present. Paradoxically, the
absence was the perfect solution. Their shared ride was much
like a pair of surfers who have found the perfect mammoth wave.
They were riding just below the crest for mile after mile
without any effort at balance, the amazing power of the wave
being harnessed by them both as they zoomed onward and onward
towards the shore. Their clits were in control and their bodies
had become one. Whatever Joy’s clit wanted it got from Emily.
Whatever Emily’s clit and pussy wanted it got back doubly from
Joy. Their pussies slid and ground greedily into each other
providing a perfect coupling.
Joy maintained the ‘zone’ of pleasure as she let Emily plunder
her pussy with her own. She humped back against Emily’s grinding
and pounding, but not out of animosity or hatred, but out of the
most basic inner needs of her life at that moment. In fact, the
control that Emily had been feeling began to wane, and she too
found her body responding delightedly to the pulse-pounding
rhythm of cxnt against cxnt. She never quite reached the plateau
of Himalayan proportions, but it was at least Andean in its
altitude. Maybe it was the forced need to keep balanced atop
Joy, and maybe it was something else, but she never felt
compelled to be upset that Joy was not being forced into orgasm.
Likewise, lack of orgasm from Emily had not been thought one in
Joy’s brain. On and on they fucked. Emily fucked her hips in
every conceivable motion against the up-thrusting motions from
Joy’s perfect pussy. Words were scarcely evident in either girls
minds as the fucking raged on. Peace, joy, total spirituality,
one-ness with each other and the world were the feelings:
wordless feelings, but feelings with power and love all wrapped
up together.
Incredibly their loins continued to create fluid far beyond
usual. Their clits were raging with pleasure as they met and
parried against each other and into the greasy channels below.
The fluid prevented any chafing or unpleasant feelings from the
immensity of continuous contact. Most would be long overdue for
either relief or conclusion. But these two kept going and going
and going. Two and a half hours of this, and amazingly Emily
didn’t have any muscle cramps or pain, and neither did Joy. A
hand from above was watching over them as they dueled (is this
the right word) away at each other. It must have been all the
vitamins they both had been taking .
The day was heating up outside and the clock was ticking towards
3:00 when the pace finally began to quicken. Up to now it had
been slow and steady cxnt bumping and rubbing with only
occasional forays into faster motion. Tick-tock. When the clock
struck 3, Emily somehow recognized it through the fog of her
saturated brain. Even though it didn’t force her to any violent
confrontational mood, it somehow prodded her ever so slightly
towards release. Bending her body to accommodate Joy’s wide open
pussy in the absolute most intimate contact, she began to
thrust, grind, rub, pound, twist, twirl, and slide her still
glistening hole against Joy’s never wavering presence beneath
her. Their eyes locked again in their own embrace and the lust
of all they had gone through up to now had come roaring back and
plastered their bodies with an exponentially higher desire for
release. Neither could have held back now if they wanted to.
Each body was now like a racecar that had been given five or six
higher gears, just before the end of the race. They shifted into
first overdrive, and then second overdrive. Joy’s Nirvana was
now slowly melting away to be replaced by a desire for fusion so
great that it was as though the Sun itself, in melding Hydrogen
into Helium had sent her its energy for seeking the explosive
release that accompanies a nuclear fusion reaction. Indeed that
is what it was. JOY and EMILY were fusing. Their bodies were
fusing. Their minds were fusing. Their hormones were fusing.
Their spirits were fusing, Their sex organs were fusing and the
release would be Apocolyptic. Third overdrive: Joy began
bouncing her back off the floor to achieve harder contact with
Emily’s pounding pussy. Fourth overdrive: Emily felt like her
whole insides were being exposed and swallowed up by Joy’s
pussy. Joy thrilled to feel that Emily was being sucked inside
her. She ached for THE WHOLE EMILY to be vacuumed into her pussy
so that she could be part of her forever. Amazingly these
overdrive sensations weren’t speed-shifted, but were like the
cyclist picking up speed over a long, long straightaway. Nearly
a half hour more passed as the gears wound their way up to final
overdrive.
Fifth overdrive: Screaming, Bouncing, Wiggling, Rubbing,
Thrusting, Pounding, Accepting, Opening, Desiring, Releasing,
Hammering, Grinding, Bumping, Melting, Gushing, Slipping,
Palpitating, Sucking, Sloshing, Penetrating, Clit-Banging,
cxnt-Busting, Pussy-Sizzling, Hot, Boiling, Noisy, Slapping,
Pulsating, Convulsing, Time-Stands-Still, Nasty, Wicked,
Heavenly, Angelic, Body-Devouring, Mind-Overpowering,
Nerve-Overloading, Release and Rapture.
Yes! Fusion had happened at last. The orgasmic experience lasted
beyond five full minutes before the senses of the girls began to
return to normal. The orgasmic bliss had pounded away at them
for what seemed like forever and hereby wrapped up the most
intensely harmonious event of their lives. No amount of hatred
or animosity could hide the fact that each had enjoyed a
pinnacle of pleasure that would forever go unmatched. These
feelings stirred within them without any spoken words passing
between them. As their bodies’ energy slowly ebbed away and
their conjoined pussies finally pulled apart they separated long
enough for Joy to lower her legs back to the ground. Emily
remained on top of Joy and she lowered her torso to Joy’s. She
wiggled comfortably into the arms of Joy. Joy willingly accepted
Emily as she melted down onto her body. With only a soft
pleasing glance from green eyes to blue eyes, Joy passed her
acceptance of Emily completely through eye contact. Joy’s head
rested on the floor and Emily’s head nestled into the notch
between her head and shoulder. Joy’s chin found a soft nook in
Emily’s shoulder and the two lay still.
