Peasant Actresses 1
Written by H.G. Hunt
[A story of total fiction. Any resemblance to real people is pure coincidence. Two schoolgirls Emily and Joy have an erotic confrontation to settle things about who will get a role in a musical. Originally written in 2002.]
High school Juniors Emily and Joy both loved performing. When
entering high school they both took drama classes and tried out
for plays at their school. Fortunately they had a little bit of
talent, even as freshman, and were able to obtain small parts in
most productions. As their high school years went by they each
found themselves trying out for the same or similar parts. By
the time their junior year was winding down they once again
found themselves cast in similar roles. Both girls were given
medium speaking parts and lots of singing in the chorus portions
of the last musical of the year.
The spring musical was set in a peasant village in Europe in
years gone by and the costumes were contemporary with the time
period. The girls all wore peasant dresses, most of which were
strapless, cut just below the armpits and above their breasts.
The roles they played were both of the bawdy bar maid type of
character. In these roles it was acceptable for their dresses to
be worn low enough to show some considerable cleavage. A
half-dozen girls formed the barmaid contingent of the cast. Both
Joy and Emily had ample cleavage to display, and within the
tastefulness of a high school play they weren't bashful about
showing their cleavage.
Joy and Emily were big girls. Joy stood 5'9" and sported 38C
tits. She was also a real party girl, not paying much attention
to her schoolwork, outside of drama. She was a member of the
"hair color of the week" club. She had naturally brown hair but
often she was a red head, sometimes blonde, often dying her hair
jet-black, ala Goth. When it came time for performances, though,
she would always were her natural color. She usually kept her
hair short but stylish, never dropping below her shoulders. Joy
had a pretty face, but not one that would quite make her runway
material. Emily stood 5'8" and was also blessed with 38C
breasts. Emily, outside of drama, was quite different than Joy.
Emily was a high achieving student. She often took advanced
classes and usually got A's. While Joy didn't even make plans
for her after high school days, Emily was hoping to get accepted
into a prestigious eastern university. Emily was a very pretty
girl. Her facial features were very refined and were framed by
very light platinum blonde long hair. She always kept her hair
styled beautifully. Bouncy and with full waves, her pretty hair
was usually worn about five inches below her shoulder. Both
girls were 18 years old and very full of themselves.
They shared lots of mutual friends and occasionally attended
parties together or talked together in school. Their
relationship had been congenial most of the first three years of
high school. While they hadn't really been enemies in high
school, the competition involved in trying out for parts had
caused each to take notice of the other, particularly this year.
Both had auditioned for the lead female role, but the part went
to an outstanding senior girl who deserved the role. They
weren't real surprised that they hadn't won the big part. Each
girl, however, was looking forward to next year, when the senior
would be graduated and they would each have a good chance of
being selected for the lead female roles in their final
performances. As each girl went through the auditions,
practices, and finally the performances, bad feelings between
the girls began to surface. Their director was a 35 year-old
male teacher, highly respected for his talent in the field.
Emily thought that Joy was going a little overboard in her
cleavage displays. When she watched her adjust her dress in the
dress rehearsals, she would notice Joy would invariably adjust
the top of her dress downward to show more of her ample breasts,
particularly whenever the director was on-stage. Emily fumed at
this. Knowing that she would have a great chance of winning a
lead role next year, she sure wasn't about to stand by and watch
Joy steal it from her by flashing more flesh in the director's
direction. Emily figured that two can play that game. She too
began displaying more cleavage. More than was necessary. She
also took advantage of several opportunities, when the handsome
director was on stage with them, to stand close and
‘accidentally' bump his arm or chest with her tits.
Occasionally she would even catch his eye. He would look
directly at her, and without a word, send her a message that he
knew those tittie bumps weren't as accidental as they looked.
She was enjoying the power of teasing her teacher and knowing
full well that Joy didn't have anything on her in the sex appeal
department. She was a very confident and smart young lady.
Joy, having been a conniver her whole life, didn't appreciate
the actions she saw from Emily. Joy continued to make sure she
showed as much cleavage as possible whenever Mr. Slater, the
director, was around. She also found ample opportunities to
brush up against Mr. Slater, dragging her breasts provocatively
across his arm or back or chest. Mr. Slater was not na?ve about
what was going on. Even though he was happily married with kids,
he couldn't help but feel stirrings in his groin when these two
pretty and bountifully proportioned girls would flaunt
themselves in his direction. Just one of the perks of the job,
he thought. He never tried to take advantage of the situation.
Just casting knowing looks in their direction was as far as it
went. Occasionally he would find himself with both girls leaning
over close to him, in their costumes, and being treated to a
very exciting four-boob display. It was as if each of them were
trying to out-do the other. And they were!
This behavior continued throughout the rehearsals without let
up. Joy began making little bitchy comments to Emily when they
were out of earshot of Mr. Slater. Emily wasn't usually a bitchy
girl, but this circumstance was not one she could just let go.
She too began making rude and derogatory remarks about Joy, out
of earshot of most people. Both made comments designed to cut
down the appearance of the other. Joy had told one of the other
girls that Emily was always singing off key and that it made
them sound bad. Emily heard about that remark and at the next
opportunity she said to a group of the other actors, when Joy
wasn't around, that Joy would never make a realistic peasant
girl, with her hair died black. It was as if the parts they were
playing were that of royal bitch, not peasant girl.
The hatred that had developed between them needed release. Both
wanted the performance to be a success and so neither ever did
anything to jeopardize the play, but both were feeling that they
wanted to demolish the other girl. May 5, a Saturday night,
rolled around and they had their last performance to a sold out
crowd and were very pleased with their performances. As was
customary after each performance, one of the actors hosted a
cast party. They both attended the party. Joy had driven alone
as had Emily. The girls were still in costume, still showing
cleavage, and now it wasn't part of the play. Venturing into the
kitchen to find Emily pouring a drink, Joy adjusted her dress to
show an inch more cleavage than she had ever showed on stage.
She was very proud of her big boobs and now that the play was
over and decorum didn't matter quite so much she was going to
show off. Her intended audience was Emily and Emily alone. "That
bitch," Emily thought when she saw how much breast was visible
above the top of Joy's dress, "two can play this game!" She
proceeded to very deliberately pull her dress down an inch,
bringing an equal amount of delectable white breast flesh into
view. She was staring at Joy and Joy was staring right straight
back at her. Emily took a step towards Joy and Joy took a step
at Emily. The party was going on loudly in the other room, but
they were the only two in the kitchen at the moment.
Emily spoke first, "You've got a lot of nerve. You think you can
flash your tits at Mr. Slater and sway him to give you that
leading role next year. Well he knows I'm a better actress and a
better singer than you. So just put it out of your head. You
don't have a chance to get the lead in next year's plays."
Joy took another step to within a foot of Emily, stared directly
into her eyes with daggers of hate, and retorted, "You're the
bitch who thinks she can get whatever she wants by showing her
ugly tits. You are just jealous that I have what it takes to get
a man to look in my direction. It was me he was looking at
whenever we were on stage together. Besides, you don't have
anything over me in the singing and acting department. I am
better than you and you know it."
Emily: "In your dreams cxnt. Your flabby tits were never a match
for mine. I will have the lead role next year and if you are
smart you won't even try out."
Joy: "Fuck you! You are the one who better not show her face or
tits at tryouts."
Emily: "You don't want me to show my tits because you know he'll
choose mine over yours any day. Your saggy boobs can't handle a
pair like mine. Mine are a real woman's pair. Yours don't stand
a chance compared to mine."
Joy: "Just give me one chance and I'll prove you wrong. My boobs
would annihilate your pancake tits. You have no idea!"
Emily: "So let me get this straight. Are you challenging me to a
titfight? If you are, I accept and I'll turn your tits into
mush. I'll make you wish you never saw my breasts."
With that comment Joy stepped right up to Emily. Clad in their
peasant dresses they were now tit to tit. "You just wish your
tits compared to mine. Look down there now. My boobs are bigger,
firmer, and better in every way than yours." With that she
pushed her boobs hard into Emily's pair. Emily didn't flinch and
pushed back. " No way. I've got the best breasts in this room
and I will prove it to you. But I don't think we should do it
here. The others would see or hear us and this is just between
you and me. Lets get out of here and go somewhere where we can
be alone and I'll prove to you whose breasts are queen."
"Right. Lets go to my house. My parents went to visit my
grandparents in the city after tonight's play and they won't be
back until Monday. We can have the house to ourselves."
So, without any of the other cast members knowing anything, the
girls left the party and headed to Joy's house. Joy left a
couple of minute early to open up the house and make sure her
parents had left town. When she got there she found the note
that said they had left about an hour earlier and to take care
of the house while they were gone. "I'll take care of the house
and I'll take care of that bitch Emily too," she thought.
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Emily arrived and went up to the door and knocked. She was
anxious as hell to get in there and show Joy just what real tits
were. Joy opened the door and let her in. "Follow me she said
and they headed to the back of the house where there was a large
family room. The curtains were drawn and the lights were low.
Joy went over to the stereo and put on some soft music.
Returning to the center of the room she put her hands on her
hips and stared daggers at Emily. Emily stared right back and
lifted her hands up under her breasts, cupping them and wiggling
them at Joy. "Get ready to have your tits destroyed. These girls
here will destroy your puny things." Then she pulled her dress
even lower, exposing nearly all the top half of her gorgeous
firm breasts. Joy, not to be outdone, pulled her dress even
lower too. Stepping closer to Emily she shook her tits from side
to side, causing them to swing rhythmically back and forth.
"These girls will pound your tits to destruction. Here's the
deal. After your tits are whipped you will not try out for next
year's plays. I'll be the one who wins the lead role and you can
watch from the audience."
Emily took the bait. "Loser won't even try out next year. It's a
deal. But I'll be the one on stage next year and you will be so
ashamed you won't even come to watch."
With that she stepped up to Joy. "You won't need this!" and in
one quick move she reached out and grabbed Joy's dress and
yanked down, exposing Joys strapless bra. Then she reached
around behind Joy and undid the hooks and tossed aside Joy's
bra. She had now exposed Joy's big proud tits. Joys boobs were a
sight to behold. Large, oval, very white, firm globes merging
into light pink areolas nearly three inches across and topped by
extended nipples. They were firm and thick, about half an inch
long and equally as wide. Joy grabbed Emily's dress in response
and pulled her top down too. Duplicating Emily's action she
removed and tossed aside her bra. Emily's gorgeous tits now
leaped into view. Her tits were impressive. They were large,
round, and with white creamy skin and light brown areolas. Her
areolas had a sharp crisp boundary with her white skin and were
just slightly less in diameter than Joys. Her nipples were much
like Joys but were slightly longer and slightly less in
diameter. Both girls were very proud of their womanly
endowments. Joy reached behind her and untied the knot holding
her dress in place. She let it fall to the floor and stepped out
of the dress. She and Emily had kicked off their sandals earlier
and now Joy was dressed in panties only. They were not overly
sexy or overly conservative either. They were just normal white
panties cut high on the leg in a bikini style. Emily, not to be
outdone, removed her own dress and tossed it aside, revealing
her yellow bikini cut panties. Each girl gave the other's body a
disdainful once-over. Each made mental comparisons. Joy noted
that there was great similarity in their bodies. Only an inch
different in height, breasts appeared the same size, hips curved
outward and in to modest waists. Joy had a little bit more baby
fat around her middle, but it wasn't much. Emily really had
quite a trim waist and she thought Joy was flabby, even though
it was only a slight difference than her own waist. Emily spoke,
"Are you ready?" Joy: "Never been more ready. Lets get at it."
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Focusing their attention on the four breasts they moved slowly
together. Joys breasts hardly jiggled as she stepped forward,
nipples pointing threateningly at Emily's chest. Emily's firm
big tits moved forward to meet the challenge of Joy's menacing
tits. Emily pulled her shoulders back and thrust her chest out
to make her boobs loom even larger. Joy took a deep breath and
pushed her chest out as far is it would go. Joy looked down to
see her nipples being threatened by Emily's approaching nipples.
Not the least bit awe struck she still couldn't help but be
impressed by the size, shape, color, and nipple erection of
Emily's tits. Emily could think of nothing but using her nipples
to destroy Joy's thick nipples. She knew the size and firmness
of Joy's tits would be formidable, but she was extremely
confident that her pair could dominate the tit battle that was
set to begin. Emily and Joy maneuvered their upper bodies to
line up with each other. Their similar sizes made it easy to do
this. Their breasts were perfectly level with each other and
their nipples hung proudly the exact same distance apart. The
similarities they noticed in the other girl made them even more
angry and intent on punishing their opponent's tits. Neither
girl had ever done this before and they were tentative. As their
nipples lined up perfectly and the distance between them shrunk
down to just an inch, they stopped.
Joy spoke out in her sexiest voice, "See how my nipples look so
sexy. They are big and firm and are just made for sex. Your
nipples can't hold a candle to my precious ones." Emily shot
right back, "No way! My nipples are longer than yours. They are
better for sex than yours. They will teach your puny nipples
what its like to go up against a real woman's nipples." With
that she brought her nipples forward directly into contact with
Joy's nipples. Even through their mutual hatred, the sexiness of
their foreplay talk had excited their sex drive. Jolts of
pleasure shot through both their bodies, radiating out from all
four nipples and coursing through their bodies. Emily shuddered
with the pleasing intimacy of touching her nipples
point-to-point with Joy's. Joy also shuddered and let out a
little moan as the excitement shot through her body and entered
her pussy. With gentle rocking motions they began to test the
nipples of their foe. Just barely rubbing the tips of their
nipples together, both girls looked down at the battle between
them, watching intently and trying to feel out the opponent. Joy
twisted her torso a little bit and jabbed directly towards
Emily's nipples at a slight angle. She was intent on bending
Emily's nipples over flat. While the direct forward angle of her
own nipples did cause Emily's to deflect slightly to the left
they firmly held their ground. "Look at that," Emily said
proudly "My nipples will bend yours right over, just watch and
feel." She maneuvered her torso much like Joy had just done. Joy
braced her tits for the challenge. Emily lined up both her
nipples to push on the sides of Joy's nipples at about a
45-degree angle. She leaned forward pushing hard, only to watch
as Joy's nipples held their ground. If they deflected at all it
was hard to see. "Lets do it again," said Joy. She repeated the
nipple jab. Emily took her turn. The results were the same. Each
attacking nipple could only deflect the defending nipple a tiny
amount. Their erections were equal. Taking turns they kept up
their sideways attacks with no definitive results. After several
minutes of these gentle nipple jabs the motions became more
intense. When Joy went to take her turn she was met by Emily
jabbing back at her at the same time. Emily used her nipples to
poke at the softer tissue of Joy's areolas, pushing hard into
them, trying to see just how far she could make her nipples
penetrate into Joy's breasts. Joy pushed her pink nipples into
Emily's light brown areola, relishing the feeling of the tit
combat. She watched as her nipples made indentations in Emily's
areolas, proud in the depth she could produce. Emily too was
proud of the penetration she was getting from her nipples as
they jousted into Joy's pink tips. They had left behind the
attempts to bend the nipples of each other and were now mutually
trying to push their nipples into the other's sensitive areolas.
Leaning back and then plunging forward in unison, the girls even
in their anger were enjoying the combative contact between their
sensitive nipples. Sexual excitement had grown from their first
highly charged nipple contact into pangs of lust surging from
their groins. Emily could feel a spot of dampness on her panties
and was somewhat embarrassed by it at first. Then she came to
realize that the sexy nipple play was probably doing the same
thing to Joy. It was. Joy kept her pussy lips shaved and the
wetness seeping out of her pussy was soaking the crotch of her
panties too. Joy reveled in the sexy competition. Sensing that
this nipple poking was resulting in another sexy standoff, she
decided to change tactics. She began to move her tits together
from side to side, raking her nipples across the outstretched
nipples of Emily. As they passed from side to side each pair of
nipples pulled firmly against the other. Each bent the other
sideways in equal amounts. They would depart from straight
forward at a 45-degree angle and then slide across the other and
spring back into straightness. Nipple against nipple, right
against left, and left against right, they began swinging their
tits with more force and leaning into each other. Back and forth
went the tits. Nipples scraped paths across the opponent's tits
and flicking across the nipples of their nemesis.
Keeping time with the soft music in the background they began to
really start swatting their tits against the other girl. Neither
girl had flinched or backed down from any phase of the
competition yet and they weren't about to start now, even as the
intensity began to increase. Wham! Wham! The sound of breasts
smacking into breasts was now audible above the music. This
slapping was kept up for at least 15 minutes. Both girls were
feeling the pain and had begun to make grunting noises on
impact. Neither girl's nipples had been depleted in erection at
all. Both were still firmly impacting and scraping furrows
across the tits of the other girl. When the nipples whipped
against each other the equality of the combat was still very
apparent. Again finding no advantage for either girl they began
another stage as if by mutual agreement. Leaning forward and
grinding tit into tit, trying to squash the other girl's tits
flat began. Joy pushed and grunted as she ground her firm
nipples deeply into Emily's tits. She moved left and right, up
and down, trying to find soft tissue to poke her nipples deep
into Emily's boobs. Emily was moving as well, and finding that
Joy's grunts and squeals were a little louder when she poked
underneath with her long nipples, began to try to focus her
attacks on the soft underside of Joy's boobs. Joy, to counter,
flexed her legs lower to come up from the underside of Emily's
tits as well. In trying to lower their center of gravity to push
their tits up underneath the other their legs began bumping
together, destabilizing their balance. Without missing a poke
each girl began to grab the other's waist for balance. Now their
tit pushing and grinding redoubled in intensity, with hands on
the other's waist for leverage and support. The music was slow
and deliberate with a thumping base line. The girls thumped
their tits together in time with the beat of the music. Firm
breasts pushing against firm breasts. Dagger nipples poked deep
furrows into tit-flesh. Emily flexed her knees and pushed her
nipples hard into the underside of Joy's breasts, and reaching
all around Joy's waist to squeeze her in place, she tried to
maintain that position. Joy's nipples, still erect, and still
aching for a fight, now found that they were pointing at thin
air. Emily's nipples ground harder and harder into the underside
of Joy's firm tits. Emily's hard nips began to devour the
supporting structure of Joy's tits. She let go of Emily's waist
and tried to use her arms to push her upper body away from Emily
by pushing against her shoulders. Emily, sensing her advantage,
squeezed even harder. Both girls were using a lot of energy at
this stage.
They had lost all sense of time during their fight, but now a
full forty-five minutes had elapsed. Sweat that had up to now
only lightly glossed their bodies, now erupted in large doses,
making their skin slippery to the touch. The slippery feeling
intensified the erotic atmosphere.
When Joy began pushing her upper body away from Emily with all
her strength, she pushed forward with her hips and lower body,
seeking leverage. This caused her damp white panties to push
forcefully against Emily's damp yellow panties. Emily kept up
the pressure with her long hard nipples jabbing and grinding
into Joy's ever more sensitive and painful breasts. Her
determination was intense and Joy's pain kept increasing, as she
couldn't break free from Emily's powerful hug. Relaxing just a
moment to catch her breath, Joy then wiggled and jerked her body
to try again to free herself. This action put even more erotic
pressure on Emily's panty clad pussy with her own. Emily, not
one to let pressure go unpunished, pushed her pussy mound right
back at Joy. Noting Emily's little response, and not ready to
surrender, even with the growing pain in her boobs, decided to
open up a second front in their war. Even as Emily kept up the
grinding pressure with her tits, Joy reached around Emily's
waist for a grip of her own. Her arms were outside Emily's so
she didn't have as much leverage as Emily, and her body was a
little higher than Emily's she kept up the pussy bumping and
grinding. With the standing position and the angle of their
bodies she couldn't get a perfect attack position, but it was
having an effect. Emily, sensing the growing flow emanating from
her pussy, knew arousal was her enemy in this fight. She was
angry and for the first time in more than an hour she spoke,
spitting out the words in fury, "This is a titfight, cxnt, quit
banging your skanky pussy up against mine!" "Ha, can't take it
can you? I'll never give up in a titfight, but you are obviously
afraid of me when it comes to pussy bumping. If you want me to
quit, you'll have to make me." With that she increased her
bumping rate, pumping her hips forward and back, just like she
was fucking Emily.
Emily, fuming at Joy, began bumping back with her own panty clad
pussy mound. Now the smacks that rendered the room came from
their groins banging together in erotic anger. With an obvious
two-front war now being fought, Emily decided to quit focusing
on her breast attack and shift her body to begin pounding her
own pussy against Joy's more effectively. Joy, happy to see
Emily relieve the tit attack ferocity began matching Emily's
timing with her own. They would pull their hips apart and smack
them together loudly. Each smack was sending both waves of
pleasure and pain into their bodies. Joy couldn't help but
notice the juices now flowing freely from her cxnt. She could
feel the slimy liquid running down her legs as it had saturated
her panty crotch. The smell of female juices was floating
throughout the room and both girls were succumbing to the net
effect of all the eroticism. Moans and little cries of
pleasure/pain were heard from both lips.
Joy, feeling the lust and acknowledging that their titfight had
not determined a winner decided to up the ante. "Since you
obviously gave up trying to beat me in our tittiefight and you
have started banging your pussy back against mine you must think
you have a chance against me down there. Well, I'm here to tell
you that you don't. I've got the better pussy and I'll fuck you
silly with my pussy if you think you are woman enough to take me
on."
"Fuck you! Your stinky pussy is no match for mine. My pussy will
fuck your pussy till it can't take anymore. You will wish you
surrendered when my tits were pounding yours. If it's a pussy
fight you want, then it's a pussy fight you will get, bitch!"
"Fine! You won't be needing these." Joy grabbed the sides of
Emily's yellow panties and pulled upward as hard as she could,
practically lifting her off the floor, when the panties ripped
clear through. With half in each hand, she lifted both up to her
nose and took a deep whiff of the wet crotch of Emily's panties
and spat, "See how turned on you are. I've got you so sexed up
you will probably lose control and have an orgasm the moment I
mount you and start fucking."
"Not so fast slut," Emily spat back. "You are juiced up just as
much as me." Emily returned the panty ripping favor and holding
Joy's white, totally soaked panties up to her nose said in a
soft sexy voice, "Smell that. Your cxnt is just aching for the
fucking I will give it. No way I'll come before you. First to
come is the loser. Get ready to be fucked like never before, Joy."
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They stepped back from each other and surveyed their foe's naked
body. Joy sported a trimmed but thick brown bush over her mound
above her pussy. Her lips were shaved clean and they were
glistening with juice. Emily was a natural blonde even below her
waist. She too had a bikini-trimmed thatch shaped like a narrow
triangle. The soft fur was also shaved away around her pussy
lips allowing them to be plainly visible between her legs. The
girls stood for a moment staring at each other when Joy said,
"wait just a minute. I'll be right back." When she returned from
the bathroom she had a big bottle of baby oil. "Afraid to put on
a little slippery oil? I'll oil you and you oil me, that way we
can each get ‘a feel' for the other. Scared?"
"Give it here bitch." Emily grabbed the oil from Joy as Joy
smiled at the response. The erotic intensity was heating up.
Emily squirted a large dollop of oil onto her right hand and
immediately used it as a cup to dump over Joy's breasts. Then
using both hands began to rub it in deeply. She rubbed large
circles around Joys round breasts and then made sure to rub
intently those nipples that were still proud and erect. She even
pinched and twisted them a little. Grabbing the bottle back for
herself, Joy just squirted the contents out in a long stream
over the top of Emily's boobs. Using one hand to catch as much
excess as she could deftly massaged the oil into Emily's big
boobs. She kneaded each tit under her strong fingers and pulled
and twisted Emily's nipples in a gentle erotic fashion. Emily
now took the bottle again and filled her hand to the brim and
sloshed it onto Joy's lower abdomen. Then using both hands
proceeded to rub it into her entire stomach area and finally
down into her pussy, soaking Joy's pubic hair and even running
her fingers along Joy's pussy lips, making sure that they were
very well lubricated. Now it was Joy's turn. Smiling a giant
grin, she squirted a steady stream on Emily's stomach and right
into her pubic thatch. Then emptying the bottle into her hand
began rubbing Emily's pussy fur and her entire lower body with
the copious amounts of baby oil. Like Emily had done to her, she
too, used her fingers to do some pussy probing and made sure
that their legs and pussies were totally slick with oil.
Standing back once again, the girls faced each other and began
to approach. Tits approached tits and sank their slippery
nipples into each other. Arms snaked around the other and this
time, for the first time, their mouths came together, seeking to
kiss passion and lust into the other. Their lower bodies lined
up and the total body sexfight began. Mouth against mouth. Tit
against tit. Pussy against pussy. They strained against each
other for advantage. Kissing and tongue sucking drew moans from
both girls as they felt their slicked up bodies rubbing
erotically all over. Joy renewed the pussy bumping she had begun
earlier. This time there were no panty barriers and the electric
feeling of furry mounds bumping and grinding together made each
girl discover the powerful physiological response of pussy
humping. Lust for each other now dueled within each girl for
control over anger. Anger had to fight back lust at every move.
It was now like three separate fights. Lust fought control
inside the bodies and minds of both girls. They were now
fighting each other with every ounce of sex and control that
they could muster. As the humping of pussy against pussy in the
standing position progressed, both realized that the position
had its drawbacks. Joy pulled back and said, "You ready to open
up your sex to face mine? Pussy to pussy?" Emily came right
back, "Now is as good a time as any."
With that they sat on the floor and moved their hips closer
together in a scissoring position. Joy lifted her right leg up
so Emily could slide her left underneath. Emily returned the
favor for Joy. "Watch as my pussy fucks your pussy silly," Said
Joy. "My pussy is the best fucking pussy in this room and I'm
going to prove it to you right now!" exclaimed Emily. Their
oiled-up legs rubbed together as they inched closer and closer,
tingly prickles of pleasure cascading through their 18 year old
bodies. Then, for the first time, their very wet slippery
pussies touched. Shivers radiated in waves out from Emily's
pussy. The intensity of feeling another girls pussy lips
touching her own was the most joyous feeling she had ever felt.
She shuddered in unanticipated pleasure as did Joy. Joy
recovered from the initial intense feeling to begin her rubbing
action.
Since neither girl had hair right around her pussy, this was
just wet skin against wet oily skin. Joy began a pelvic rocking
action that slid her pussy lips up and down on either side of
Emily's right labia. Emily mirrored that by wedging Joy's right
labia between each of hers'. Emily thought, "God this is
delicious. I hope I don't get too excited and lose control. I've
got to bring Joy to orgasm." The mixture of intoxicating
textures and odors had leapfrogged the girls from one of
ordinary horniness to one of wanton lust. The countdown for
blastoff had begun. It was just that they couldn't count the
time. Emily began to rotate her hips forward, trying to find
Joy's clit with her own. She knew her clitoris was as firmly
erect as it could possibly get and she could see Joy was waiting
with her own clit for just such a meeting. Joy rocked forward
and her clit slid firmly into contact with Emily's. They began a
clit duel that paralleled the nipple duel that had begun this
fight. Now it was down to a total offensive battle. Emily forced
her clit up against Joy's clit and tried to push it right back
inside her. Emily's clit would not give way. She pushed back
with a vengeance, sliding her erect clit up under Emily's clit
and tried to slide it up and away from her pussy. The total
slippery nature of the intercourse prevented much leverage from
being used and she tried again and again to push Emily's clit
right back into her body. Emily kept up her dueling as well.
Loud slurping sounds came from the junction of their two boxes
between their legs. The total suction as one pussy pulled away
from the other caused gaseous popping sounds. Joy could feel her
face becoming flushed with blood. She knew blood was rushing to
her pussy too. She could also sense the desperation in Emily and
she began what she knew for her at least, would be her final
offensive attack. Using all of her lithe muscles she began to
use her clit to fuck Emily's cxnt. She would point it low and
slide it from the bottom up the entire length of Emily's slit,
while penetrating into her pussy as far as she could push it.
Emily instantly began to counter with a full-length fucking
action of her own. Joy would slide her clit full length of
Emily's pussy and then Emily's clit would ride full length of
Joy's slimy slew. Joy started to shiver. Emily shivered too.
Emily was now intent on giving as much pleasure to Joy as she
possible could. Emily wiggled her pussy hard all around Joy's
sopping pussy and miraculously Joy shouted her vulgarities at
Emily, "Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you! Ooooohhh God. Oooooohhh
God. I'm coming. I'm coming. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" and
with that she exploded into violent orgasm. Emily knowing she
was close behind, gritted her teeth and fucked Joy's pussy with
wild abandon, assuring Joy a powerful orgasm. Only 30 seconds
after Joy's orgasm began Emily completely lost control and came
in a violent wet eruption. Spasms of pleasure coursed through
her body and she screamed in ecstasy and lost all control, even
her bladder lost control and she shot jets of pee directly into
Joy's available hole. With their pussies still locked up tight
she filled Joy's vagina with her pee until it could hold no more
and it overflowed onto the carpet. Joy, in her own throes of
ecstasy, relished the hot pee forced into her cxnt. She wiggled
back hard against Emily seeking as much physical contact as she
could get. Eventually, after two or three minutes the seismic
waves of pleasure subsided and they pulled apart from each other.
Breathing hard in her loss, Joy didn't say anything. When Emily
stood up she said to Joy, "I enjoyed that. Fucking your pussy
silly was a real pleasure. Now, next year, don't you dare set
foot on that stage. My tits are better than your tits. My pussy
is better than your pussy. I am going to get those lead roles
next year now that you are out of the picture."
Emily got her clothes on as best she could and readied herself
to leave as Joy just lay in exhaustion on the floor. She went
into the kitchen and took a big glass of water and drank it
down. Before parting she left Joy with these words, "Don't even
think of demanding a rematch. I'll fuck you good all over again
if you dare to try." As she went out the door Joy yelled after
her, "We'll see, We'll see!"
