Chapter 5: Peasant Actresses 2, by HGHunt
While Emily had been more exhausted after the pussy fight, Joy
was now the one expending more energy. Maintaining the top
position, having to hold herself up with her arm, was taking its
toll, depleting her reserves. Emily had ceased to try to buck
Joy off, accepting the futility of it, and not wanting to tire
herself out any more, just endured the pain in her pussy and
kept inflicting as much pain on Joy's nipples as possible. On
and on they went, but now their motions were losing their
intensity and power. Joy's tired arm muscles wouldn't hold her
up much longer and the pain in her nipples was intense. Joy
finally grabbed for Emily's wrists and pulled them away from her
tits. She managed to do that, but it forced her own arms out to
the sides to maintain control over Emily's arms. Even with her
dominant position, even with her trickery, even with her
damaging attacks on Emily, in the pool, on the deck, in the
recliner, she still had not accomplished her goal. Emily had not
had a single orgasm forced upon her. Neither had she capitulated
in any way. Her determination was certainly evident to Joy. In a
horrible sort of way, Joy could actually appreciate the
determination Emily showed. But that thought did nothing to
dampen the drive Joy felt towards achieving ultimate victory.
Even as her body gave out and she plopped down on Emily, she
felt in control. Sapped of energy she even quit fucking Emily.
They lay there together on the prone recliner. Emily underneath
with her legs still wide and Joy on top, pressing down from her
head to her pussy. Her legs were lying flat behind her and her
tits were pressing firmly down on Emily's pair, her weight
compressing them significantly. Joy dropped her head to rest it
on Emily's shoulder.
The exhaustion of both girls was slow to ebb away. They lay for
twenty minutes like that. Sticky bodies plastered together.
Pussies touching. Breasts touching. Joy's head resting on
Emily's shoulder nestled up against Emily's neck. As their tired
muscled re-oxygenated, their consciousness returning from the
near stupor they had been in, their bodies began to slowly, in
small increments, shift this way and that, seeking more comfort.
Incredibly, it was Emily who made the first offensive move. It
was a small move, but obvious nonetheless. It was just a simple
little gyration of her pussy against Joy's. That spurred Joy to
respond and to begin actually thinking about the battle. She had
basically just been recovering. No strategy or tactic bothered
her brain as she napped on top of an equally ‘out of it'
Emily. She responded with a short little humping of her own.
Emily was hoping for renewal of their pussy fight, as painful as
it was. She still had so little energy left that she couldn't
handle a real brawl. Of course Joy didn't know this, but she was
determined to win and like a good coach, sometimes you have to
take risks in a game where all the marbles are on the table.
Joy turned her head towards Emily and whispered the first words
spoken between the girls in a long, long time, "I'm the best
woman here, and I'm going to have you calling yourself a cxnt
and admitting I am the better woman." Emily responded in her own
hoarse whisper, "No way, never! No way!"
Joy rose slowly from her prone position on top of Emily and
stood staring down at her for a few seconds. When Emily's tired
muscles finally allowed it and she began to rise from the
lounger as well, Joy pounced into action. Shouting "no you don't
girl," she grabbed Emily by the shoulders and threw her back
down on the recliner and in a flash sat directly down on her
face. With action and words flying at the same time, Joy grabbed
Emily's tits and began squeezing. She yelled at Emily, buried
beneath her ass, "Eat me! Eat me real good or I'll rip your
nipples right off your fucking tits!"
Emily squirmed and kicked and tried to hit Joy, but her arms
were partially pinned down by Joy's legs, preventing success.
Joy pushed her pussy firmly down onto Emily's face, but Emily
refused to eat. Sliding her pussy back to cover Emily's nose,
cutting off her air, Joy stopped pinching Emily's tits long
enough for the futility of Emily's position to sink in. When 30
seconds later she slid her pussy forward and she heard Emily
gasping for breath, she reiterated her demand, "Eat me or I'll
smother you right here and now." Emily didn't say anything. Joy
waited a few seconds for Emily to catch her breath and slid back
into perfect position for a little pussy munching. If only Emily
would comply. Without putting her weight completely down she
waited. She waited for a tongue to slip into her slippery twat.
After 20 seconds with no action she began to press her ass
downward for the second time. That was when she felt it. Emily's
tongue had made an obvious overture, reaching up and gliding
across the slippery inner lips of Joy's cxnt as she slid it into
smothering position. "Ooooh! Do that again." She felt it again.
"Ooooh. Delicious," she thought. This girl is good for something
after all. "Keep it up and don't stop till I tell you to,"
demanded Joy. Emily had finally succumbed.
Emily hated herself, but her body had just plain given out. She
could imagine nothing more degrading, but she certainly didn't
want to suffocate under the weight of Joy's ass. She had no
choice. She began tasting the horrible pussy of her hated rival
and she couldn't do anything about it. Joy held her pussy in
perfect position for Emily to tongue that hated twat. Hoping to
get it over with as soon as possible, knowing that she was now
at Joy's mercy, she began emulating the kind of pussy eating she
would have wished for herself. In no time the excitement built
within Joy and she began to gyrate and grind her pussy firmly
against the lips and tongue of lovely Emily. Emily teased her
clit at first, but as the waves of excited movements from Joy
expanded she took the clit firmly between her lips and sucked it
in, twirling her wet tongue all around the engorged clit.
Several minutes went by and Joy relished every tiny moment of
power and ecstasy she was feeling. Emily had totally quit trying
to fight back and was eating her pussy like there was no
tomorrow. Joy didn't care if Emily hated it and was only doing
it because she had too. In fact that made it even better. Her
juices were flowing copiously, practically drowning Emily. The
sensational rush grew and grew until her wild orgasm exploded
like a super nova. Her entire body spasmed and shook with
delightful sensations caused by the beaten girl beneath her. Her
victory was nearly complete. She practically smothered Emily
again with the final gyrations of her pussy. She ground her
pussy back against Emily's face so hard that she cut off her air
supply again. It was only a moment, but suffering for Emily
anyway. When she finally finished her pounding orgasm she lifted
off just a little bit and made another demand, "Tell me that you
are a cxnt and that I am the better woman."
Silence.
"Tell me that you are a cxnt and that I am the better woman."
Silence. With that Joy slid her ass back into place atop Emily's
nose and mouth, simultaneously grabbing her nipples again. "Tell
me that you are a cxnt and that I am the better woman." She sat
there for 15 seconds before lifting off to listen for a response.
In a barely audible whisper, somewhat mumbled, she heard what
sounded like some of those words, but it wasn't enough. She slid
her ass back into place again. "Tell me that you are a cxnt and
that I am the better woman. Only this time make it loud and
clear, bitch."
"Joy, I am a cxnt, and you are the better woman."
Finally, Joy had heard what she had been waiting to here. Joy's
joy was complete. She had vindicated herself and revenge was
hers. Happy Birthday Emily. How sweet!
The end.
