Peasant Actresses 3
HGHunt
Chapter 5 – Friday
Joy awoke first, glanced at the clock, which said 8:45 A.M. and
lay still for a few minutes clearing her head of morning
cobwebs. She felt her very full bladder commanding her to pee,
but dared not on account of the agreement from last night.
Anxious to continue with Emily she reached over to rub her naked
back in hopes of waking her. It didn’t take long before Emily
awoke and cleared her own head of the overnight cobwebs. She sat
up and looked at Joy who was now sitting on the bed beside her.
Both girls had actually slept pretty well considering the
intensity and emotions of the previous evening and the huge
quantity of water they drank.
Emily and Joy were still in their panties, hose, and garters,
but were topless. Emily looked down and felt her nipples to
check their healing. The light was still dim in the room but at
a glance it appeared that her nipples were not badly damaged.
They were still sore but the cracks were much smaller and the
rest of her nipples looked fine. Joy also did a cursory exam of
her own nipples and discovered they too were better for the
rest. Emily looked at Joy and smiled that confident mischievous
smile of hers. Her bladder felt like bursting but she resisted
the urge for a moment, leaning closer to Joy and actually kissed
her on the cheek.
“What was that for?” Joy wondered aloud.
Emily smiled, leaned in and kissed her again before answering.
“That is just a reminder of why we are here. It’s just you and
me together. How do you feel? Pretty full?”
“Yes, I’m really full. What do you have in mind?”
“How much piss can you drink? I plan to piss all over your face
and drown you with my pee. Out in the back we have a tarp that
we can lay down. I have several bottles of baby oil. We will oil
our bodies and the tarp up real well and then we’ll wrestle.
We’ll continue until we’ve lost all our pee. Only wrestling
holds allowed, no punching, but hair pulling is ok.”
“That’s pretty damn kinky Emily. I admire your confidence too,
but if you think I’ll be drinking your piss you are badly
mistaken. You will be the one with my piss flowing into and all
over your face, bitch!” Joy put real emphasis on the word bitch.
It was a reminder, if one was really needed, that she was in
this to win. Emily smiled at Joy, licked her lips as if to imply
that she was ready for anything Joy could deliver. She walked to
the bathroom and came back with three bottles of oil. Stopping
by the kitchen she drew a big glass of water and drank it down.
Her bladder was practically bursting, but she had been doing
kegel exercises for the past month and was confident she could
control herself until just the right time.
Joy followed suit and took a big drink of water. “We won’t need
our underwear anymore I suppose?”
“Right.” Emily pulled her panties down, revealing her blonde
bush. It was obvious that she hadn’t shaved at all since her
party. Her pussy hair was fuller and covered more area,
including down around her labia. Next she removed her garter
belt and hose. Joy took off all her lingerie. She too had not
shaved since the party and her brown pubic hair at all since she
out-fucked (in her mind, at least) Emily on her birthday. The
two girls did not hide their interest in the other girl’s body.
Emily headed out back with Joy. She got the tarp out of the
garden shed and laid it out on a flat area of the lawn. The blue
plastic tarp was 12 feet by 12 feet. She took the top off one of
the bottles of baby oil and emptied it out all over the tarp.
Joy had already grabbed one of the bottles and was covering her
body with the glistening oil. Emily did the same as soon as she
finished dousing the tarp. The sun had already been up for a
couple of hours and the temperature was already 80 degrees,
foretelling of a hot day to come.
In the private sanctuary of Emily’s backyard the girls stepped
onto the tarp from opposite sides, facing each other. No words
were spoken. They approached each other in the center of the
tarp. The morning sun glistened off the oil soaked skin.
Tentatively they reached for each other, each trying to grab the
other girl’s arm or wrist. Many emotions and thought flashed
through the girl’s minds as they began to grapple. This could be
highly erotic, very violent, or both, but with the added
dimension of two full-to-the-brim bladders, a wholly unknown
dimension had been added to the oil wrestling. The consequences
of failure would be very unpleasant. Neither Joy nor Emily
wanted to lose this battle. Their intensity was high, but their
effectiveness was diminished by the oily, slippery skin and
tarp. Joy managed to grab Emily’s right wrist with her left hand
and with a yank pulled her to the tarp. Joy slipped too and went
to the tarp as well. She tried to swing her leg around Emily but
Emily reacted very quickly and was out of the way before she
could loop a leg over her. The girls were now in a real battle.
They rolled around in the slippery stuff for a few moments
without any significant advantage being earned by either girl.
Their slippery naked skin slid so easily that any holds that
were first attempted could not be held. Then Emily was able to
get behind Joy and reach around from behind in a bear hug. She
clasped her hands together and was able to squeeze Joy’s chest
just under her boobs. Joy wiggled to try to escape but could not
gain enough leverage on the slippery tarp to remove Emily from
her position. So she reached up behind her own head to grab
Emily’s long hair. Using her right hand for support to twist her
head and shoulders to the left she latched her left hand firmly
into Emily’s hair and pulled with all her might. Emily’s head
came down to the tarp right next to Joy’s face. She continued
her bear hug as Joy thrashed beneath her and pulled her hair
down hard. Emily resisted the pain and tried to pull her head
back up, but Joy’s grip and strength was more than her neck
could handle and she was forced to look directly into Joy’s face
from an inch away. The two girls were each in full fighting mode
and the looks on their faces were of anger and determination.
Grunts and groans emanated alternately from both mouths. “You
bitch. I’ll crush you for pulling my hair. Let go!” shouted
Emily at the girl just an inch from her face. In fact their
faces were touching as they fought. Joy only pulled harder. She
jerked to the left and then back to the right several times. She
was trying to jerk her head senseless. Her movement was
constrained by Emily’s position on top of her and she couldn’t
pull very far in either direction, so even though she made
Emily’s head jerk sideways with each pull, the movement was not
enough to dislodge Emily from atop her back. This then
progressed into the first lull in the action. Joy couldn’t get
out from under Emily, but Emily wasn’t doing as much damage with
her squeezing as she would have liked. They remained like this
with only small moments of action for a couple of minutes as
they caught their breath. Joy tried to reach over with her right
hand to get a second grip on Emily’s hair but she couldn’t reach
across her body far enough and so she continued pulling Emily’s
hair with only her left hand. She thrashed beneath Emily without
success, but trying to gain leverage she spread her legs out
wide, hoping for a chance to push and roll out from under Emily.
Emily’s squeezing diminished her energy even though she could
stand the pain. Her breaths were necessarily short and she
couldn’t fill her lungs with enough air for a quick recovery
from her intense efforts.
When Emily had her hair pulled it prevented her from sliding
lower on Joy’s body. She had intended to squeeze her arms and
fists directly on Joy’s lower pelvis to try to exert enough
pressure on her bladder that she would lose control and
eliminate her fluid on the tarp, leaving her with the only full
bladder. Joy’s hair pulling had prevented that. Emily was mad,
no furious, and her anger caused her to make a blunder. The hate
had built up so much from her inability to complete the move she
wanted and having to look so intimately at Joy’s face that she
let go of her grip to go for Joy’s hair with both hands. She had
lost control of her emotions and just went after Joy’s hair with
a vengeance. Joy, her body released, rolled towards Emily so she
could grab Emily’s hair with both hands as well. Their legs were
frantically kicking and trying to gain control over each other’s
lower body as their arms flailed away with furious hair-pulling.
The hair that had been so elegantly coiffed the evening before
now bore no resemblance to that beauty. Both heads were a total
mess of straggly, wild hair, some hair was out of their heads by
now and mixing with the oil. The girls screamed profanities at
each other in obscene anger. Their scalps burned with the pain
of the hair pulling. Joy managed to struggle to her knees and
pull Emily underneath her as she continued to maintain a secure
grip on her hair, just as Emily’s grip had not loosened in her
own hair either. She tried to swing her leg across Emily’s
midsection, hoping for some control, but Emily was so active
that she was never in the same place long enough for Joy to
succeed. But she kept trying to swing her left leg across
Emily’s torso. Emily noticed the repetitive attempts and she
made a quick change of tactics when Joy tried for the tenth or
eleventh time to loop her leg over her torso.
Emily maintained her grip on Joy’s hair but quit pulling so that
Joy’s body could swing a little further than before, but as she
did that Emily reached as far as she could with her arm to try
to hook it under Joy’s knee, hoping to reverse Joy’s intent and
roll her the other way with herself on top. Now with only one
hand in Joy’s hair she succeeded in getting her right hand under
Joy’s knee, but she had no leverage to push back and Joy now had
Emily’s arm pinned up against her side as her leg looped over
Emily’s lower torso. Joy’s pussy was pushing up against Emily’s
left hip and she tried to slide her right leg underneath Emily
so she could lock her ankles with a scissors. Emily sensed her
predicament and, with her one hand still in Joy’s hair, pulled
as far away from her as she could, forcing Joy to twist her body
the opposite way. This allowed Emily’s arm to slip free and she
reached around under Joy’s left arm to grab her hair from
behind. Now the catfighting girls were once again locked up with
both hands in the other’s hair. Face to face again, but this
time Emily had one hand behind and one in the front of Joy’s
head. Joy’s hands were on either side of Emily’s head. Now Joy
could slide her body across the top of Emily and they were now
lying with Emily face up and Joy facing down. Both girls focused
on the hair pulling once again as their legs flailed away for an
advantage. Emily pulled Joy’s hair from behind, stretching her
neck backwards. Emily’s good grip and leverage made Joy cry out
in pain as her head was forced over backwards. She screamed and
tried for a moment to retaliate with her own hard yanking but
she couldn’t get as much force in her pulls. She let go of
Emily’s hair with her left hand and tried to grab Emily’s arm to
try to remove her grip. But the quarters were too close and she
couldn’t reach the offending arm so she let go with her other
hand to allow her body to turn a bit and with her right hand she
reached across but she could only reach Emily’s shoulder. The
only way for her to relieve the pressure and pain was to roll
off Emily and twist her body 180 degrees so that Emily’s arm
would not be pulling from behind anymore. When Emily sensed
Joy’s hands leaving her hair and not succeeding in stopping her
own vicious hair pulling she prepared to act. When Joy slid off
and began to twist her arm out from above Emily’s arm Emily
reacted like a panther after her prey. As Joy twisted her body
to relieve the pressure and pain Emily swung her legs up quickly
and twisted her own body in such a way that with a huge yank on
Joy’s hair she pulled Joy’s head towards her as her legs coiled
around Joy’s neck. Joy knew she was in serious trouble now. She
had relinquished her hold on Emily’s hair to .alleviate the pain
in her neck from having it bent nearly backwards, but now she
found her hair in the firm grip of both Emily’s powerful fingers
and her neck was being crushed between Emily’s legs just above
the knee.
Joy ignited in fury trying desperately to pull away from Emily’s
powerful scissors. Her neck was hurting and her breath was being
cut off, barely a quarter of the air she needed was reaching her
lungs, but she fought valiantly to push against Emily’s legs and
ass with her hands. Her leverage was nil and every time she
tried to swing her legs around to reach for Emily, Emily’s
position gave her the ability to move around and around, pulling
on Joy’s hair all the time. When Joy, who had by now quit
screaming tired and her thrashing diminished Emily pulled her
head with a vicious jerk and was able to adjust her scissors up
higher on her legs to where Joy’s face was only two inches from
Emily’s anxious pussy. Joy was still having a hard time
breathing since the muscles of Emily’s thighs were compressing
her neck. Joy thrashed valiantly for a minute but her wind was
gone and she could only manage short bursts of diminished
energy. She reached with her hands but could not find any part
of Emily’s body that was vulnerable, especially covered with
baby oil. Emily had been lying on her side through this and she
felt the power of her dominant position. She began to taunt Joy.
“How does this feel bitch? Huh? Whatcha gonna do now slut? Hope
you like what you see because you are gonna get a full dose
before this is through.” Emily yanked hard on Joy’s hair again
and again to reinforce her position. Joy fought back with a
brief flurry of thrashing that went for naught. Again Emily
yanked on her hair, sending waves of pain through Joy’s scalp.
Worse from Joy’s point of view however was the view. Her face
was almost nestled up into Joy’s pussy and she knew what that
would likely mean. She could hardly believe that Emily hadn’t
already emptied herself. Joy was also reaching the point of no
return with her own bladder control. She hadn’t lost a drop but
if this kept up much longer she was bound to lose it. Emily,
feeling the pangs herself, was reminded of Joy’s still full
bladder. Even if she was to let loose herself, Joy still had
that weapon in her arsenal. In her weakened state she might have
trouble but Emily didn’t want to take any chances so she let go
of Joy’s hair with her right hand, keeping her left firmly
lodged in her locks and reached around to find Joy’s right
breast. With a quick grab she squeezed as hard as her oily
fingers would allow, sending a scream from Joy’s lips. She
pulled with her left hand once again and slid her pussy lower
and planted it right up against Joy’s mouth. “I’m only going to
tell you this one time, so listen good. Let yourself go right
now or I’ll destroy your tit.” To emphasize her sincerity she
yanked Joy’s hair hard towards the floor, wrenching her neck
sideways.
Joy was beside herself in anger and humiliation. She never
dreamed she would end up on the losing end of this battle. But
here she was. Wishing to fight back but without the energy
reserves to accomplish what her heart told her to do. She
thrashed hard for a moment in defiance, but in an instant she
felt her left nipple this time being squeezed incredibly hard
and she let out another muffled scream. Again she bucked to try
to dislodge Emily and again her nipple was attacked. She slapped
against Emily’s back with her hands but the angle wasn’t good
and her energy was low and it didn’t thwart Emily at all. Again
she felt her tit in Emily’s hand. This time the Emily used her
nipple as a lever and she twisted it like a corkscrew, sending
extreme waves of pain through Joy. She lost control at that
moment and let loose a flood of pee onto the tarp. Emily watched
as the pee flowed out and without waiting to see it all leave
she swung her body up into a dominant face sitting position. Her
legs were still locked behind Joy’s head and she shifted to
allow Joy just a little bit of breathing space.
Joy knew what was coming, or at least she thought she did, as
the last of her huge volume of urine spurted out onto the now
very wet blue tarp. Emily wanted more than humiliation however,
she wanted revenge, and she didn’t want to wait for later. “Eat
me! Now!” Emily commanded in her most vile voice. With a yank
she pulled Joy’s face directly up to her pussy. She jerked her
head from side to side to emphasize her control. Joy could
hardly breathe and she was in Emily’s complete control. Now
feeling that the sooner this was over the better, she complied
just as Emily gave another jerk on her hair and a twist of her
left nipple. Emily had become very wet with vaginal secretions
from the moment she knew she was in control and her arousal had
been spurred on by her superior position. The moment Joy’s
tongue found its target; Emily began roughly riding Joy’s face.
She surged with powerful energy at the expense of Joy and she
plunged herself directly towards orgasm. It didn’t happen in an
instant and Joy was humiliated beyond her own comprehension, but
she fought off the taste and the humiliation to vigorously give
Emily’s pussy and clit the thorough stimulation they demanded.
Joy never let up and Emily would alternately hump Joy’s face on
long slow grinds and then, almost like the frenzy of a swarm of
bees, rub her clit against Joy’s mouth and tongue in high
velocity pistoning action. Emily began to yell, “Ooooooh yes!
Eat me! Eat me good! Eeeeeeat me! Oh fuck, eat me till I come.
Don’t stop bitch. Don’t ever stop. Make me come. Good! Good! Oh
God. Eat me! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!” She screamed at the top
of her lungs in exultant joy at the orgasm. Powerful surges of
pleasure shot like lasers into every corner of her body and back
to her pussy again. They rolled through her like waves in a
tank; bouncing off one end of her body and heading back again to
where it all began. She humped Joy’s face for two full minutes
as the orgasm subsided. And then just when Joy had almost
forgotten, the rush came. With a yank of Joy’s hair hard up into
her crotch, Emily let her bladder go. What a flood. It poured
out directly into Joy’s open mouth, gagging her in only seconds
with the volume. She sputtered and tried to spit it out but
Emily would not let up the pressure and she began to swallow it
out of self-preservation. She couldn’t swallow it all and much
spilled out of her mouth and ran out over her face. Gagging and
spitting and trying to swallow, Joy was in literal hell. Emily
was certainly a vengeful bitch and Joy found out first hand just
what that meant. Nearly two minutes of hell. Joy herself had
voided a large quantity of piss, but it seemed that Emily’s piss
never stopped. Joy ached for the flow to end. Finally it did.
In Emily’s mind she had just proved to Joy her superiority and
with one last flourish to emphasize the point she finished. She
pulled Joy’s mouth tight up against her wet pussy and said, “If
you are still here in half an hour you better get used to this.”
With a rough push she shoved Joy’s head against the tarp and
stood up. Standing over Joy like that gave her a huge feeling of
satisfaction and power. She hated Joy and she had redeemed herself.
Joy lay there sobbing uncontrollably with the pain, humiliation,
and anger of what had just happened. Her energy level was
diminished to nil. She couldn’t even roll over if she wanted to.
She was beaten and beaten badly. What would she do now?
Emily checked the camera to make sure it recorded her dominance.
Yes! It was all there! She thought that she should go back in
the house to recover herself a bit. She didn’t want Joy to see
that she too was very tired. She wanted Joy to have the freedom
to contemplate her fate alone for a while. Emily hoped that Joy
would leave. She thought that the convincing way that she had
been dominated would confirm her inferiority and to avoid
further losses and embarrassment she would voluntarily submit
and leave. She actually believed that it would happen. She did
hold a consideration that Joy would recover and try to redeem
herself, but she didn’t really think it likely. She remembered
that she had felt awful and humiliated after Joy had beaten her
and that she recovered and had plotted all this revenge, but she
didn’t think Joy could recover quickly enough to soothe her
battered ego and continue.
Joy, for her part, lay perfectly still, weeping for about ten
minutes, before her head began to clear and a bit of strength
started to return. Her hair and face were a mess, but her ego
was damaged even worse. She finally gave Emily’s words a
thought. “What did she mean, IF she was still here? Joy hadn’t
really contemplated leaving until Emily mentioned it. Sure, if
she left now she might not suffer any more humiliation like she
had just endured, but she would be admitting that she was afraid
of Emily and that Emily had won. She knew that she wasn’t in any
shape to take on Emily right away, but she knew she could
recover physically. She lay still for another ten minutes
thinking. She remembered that Emily had lost pretty badly to her
after the birthday party and just a few feet away from where she
now lay. Emily had rebounded with confidence and she didn’t want
to let her think that she couldn’t do the same thing. Her
resolve to continue grew as she lay there, wiping her tears
away. As the decision to continue was finalized in her mind, she
began to feel more strength returning, after having been
deprived of sufficient oxygen from the effects of Emily’s
scissoring. Her anger returned as well. It was a controlled
anger. She wouldn’t just barge inside and fight Emily, that
would be succumbing to the will of Emily who had offered up the
72-hour time frame. Avoiding the next events would be tantamount
to admitting fear of failure. She wasn’t about to do that. Yes,
she had some doubts about what was going to happen. But she just
reminded herself that she had won the nipple fight last night
and really what was done was that now they were even: Emily –1,
and Joy –1. Emily had won the piss fight and Joy had won the
nipple fight and that was all.
Joy wasn’t keeping time and the half-hour came and went before
she got up from the ground. Her sticky wet oil-slicked body and
hair was a mess and she knew it. She also knew that Emily hadn’t
looked too wonderful when she walked away. Joy composed herself
a bit, walked to the pool and dove in for a quick swim across
the width of the pool. She discovered her muscles still worked
even though they were sore. The cool pool water invigorated her
psyche and she climbed out and walked into the house, dripping
wet. Emily was seated on the couch on a blanket waiting for her,
legs crossed with a big smirk on her face. She waited for Joy to
say something, but she didn’t say a word, but instead, walked
across the room with proud directness to the white scoreboard.
She wrote “piss-contest: Emily wins.” Then she added a tally
mark under Emily’s name on the board. She turned to look at
Emily. Emily had a look of disbelief on her face. She had really
thought that Joy would be kowtowing to her and getting ready to
leave. Instead Joy appeared confident and determined. She looked
tired, but Emily felt pretty beat too.
Emily stood up and with a very sarcastic voice addressed Joy,
“Oh, you’re still here. I thought for sure you would be out of
here with your tail tucked between your legs. If you think your
pissy-faced self can handle me then you’ve got another thing
coming!”
Joy fumed inside as Emily made her cutting remark, but Joy kept
composed and demurely smiled at her and spit out her answer,
“Just get your ugly ass over here for the stupid picture, bitch!
As far as I’m concerned the score is dead even, one to one,
that’s all.”
“Well if that’s the way you want it, don’t forget I warned you.”
She moved into position and they took the obligatory snapshot.
The latest turn of events had focused a couple of issues for
both girls. Joy knew that she could suffer immensely and still
compose herself to continue. She knew her willpower would serve
her well in the next two and a half days. She also knew that
Emily was one tough bitch and that she should not underestimate
her in any way. Emily now understood the resolve that Joy had.
Even after the awful loss she was back and seemingly ready to go
in less than an hour. The other thing that Emily knew was that
she, herself, had the will and stamina to physically dominate
Joy. She knew it might not happen every time, but she felt
confident. The one thing that both girls understood perfectly
well was that, even if there were times that lust and arousal
might be the focus of some of their battles, violence and anger
were simmering just below the surface.
After they posed for the photo Emily saucily suggested that they
should now go to the bathroom together. She led the way and Joy
followed. The master bathroom had a large tub, suitable for two.
With her parents gone for several days, Emily could use it
without worry. She began to draw hot water into the tub, added
some bubble bath and went to the drawer where she retrieved some
shaving supplies: scissors, shaving lotion, and two new safety
razors. Joy asked her how come she wasn’t going to use real
barber’s razors and Emily answered, “Well, I’ve never used one
before and I certainly wouldn’t want to cut you by accident now
would I.”
Into the tub they went. The two naked enemies were now sharing
soft hot bath water and they leaned back to relax and recoup
more of their energy and good feelings that had been wasted away
in their oil-piss-fight. They shampooed and washed thoroughly to
cleanse themselves of the oily aftermath of their tarp fight.
Joy especially scrubbed her entire body with diligence she
didn’t usually possess. After half an hour of relaxing and
dozing against the sides of the tub, Emily asked Joy if she
wanted to go first or second. Emily said that it didn’t matter
but that she was ready. Emily moved to get the razor and cream
closer as Joy sat up on the edge of the tub. As hard as it was
for Joy to do, she forced herself to throw caution to the wind,
and pretend to trust Emily with the task at hand. Emily looked
up at Joy with a smile, causing Joy to wonder if it was an evil
smile or a lustful smile. In an instant she knew. It was both!
“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful,” purred Emily. She set to the
task of examining Joy’s pussy up close. She used her finger to
part her lips a little bit, to see just how far in her hair had
grown. None of her hair was real long and there would be no need
for scissors, so she discharged some lathering lotion on her
hand and began to rub it all through the short stubbly hair that
grew around her labia. She took the new razor from its box and
began to make short soft strokes with it along one side of her
pussy. With the hot water and the prying of Emily’s finger,
Joy’s pussy was fully exposed and Emily made no mistakes in
shaving. She finished one side and did the other in good order
afterwards. She sloshed water from the tub up over Joy’s pussy
to rinse away the foam. Now she was looking at a perfectly
smooth set of lips all the way down to her anus. Not a hair was
to be seen. She reached to the counter and gave Joy a hand
mirror for her to take a look. Joy couldn’t resist taking a good
long look at her own pussy. She smiled at its baby girl look and
even used the tip of her finger to slide down and up the length
of her slit, parting her outer lips as she went. Then she slid
her hand low enough to stick a finger into her cxnt two knuckles
deep. Wiggling it around right in front of Emily’s face she
said, “acceptable, quite acceptable Emily. Are you done?”
“No, I’ve got a bit more planned for your bush.”
She painstakingly went back to work and Joy did nothing to stop
her. Emily used the thicker fuzz on her mound to be creative
with a design. When she was done she had left behind a splendid
heart-shaped design. It had sharp distinct edges and curved
gracefully like a Valentine’s Day candy box. Joy could see the
progress of the shaving and nodded her approval a couple of
times as Emily looked up at her to gauge her reaction. Setting
aside the razor finally she splashed water over the newly framed
pussy and then with a boldness that comes from confidence she
pushed her index finger clear into Joy’s cxnt. The lubrication
was outstanding and she pulled it out for a quick lick with her
tongue. Joy just smiled at the intrusion, knowing that she too
would have an opportunity for exploration when she took her turn
with the razor.
Emily looked up at Joy, smiled again, and leaned forward to find
Joy’s pussy with her mouth. She used her tongue to run darting
little licks along each labia and then, after parting them
sufficiently, she tongued Joy’s clit with quick little flicks of
the tip of her tongue. Then she was done. The little tonguing
was done only to tease, no more. “Ok, your turn to do me.”
Joy was certainly disappointed that Emily hadn’t continued her
oral exploration, but she understood Emily’s motives and she
didn’t let on that she was hoping for more. Her pussy still
surged with juices caused by the intimate shaving as she lowered
herself into the still warm water of the tub as Emily took her
place on the seat of the tub-edge. Emily wasted no time in
spreading her legs wide, affording Joy a close-up view of her
already puffy pussy lips. The tools were close at hand and Joy
now too shaved another girl for the very first time. Emily had
longer full-grown hairs on her mound and Joy used the scissors
for preliminary work to shorten them to a length that would be
more suitable for shaving: approximately a half of an inch.
Then, following Emily’s pattern she cleanly shaved all the labia
hairs to smoothness. She made sure to get every little fuzzy
hair clear down to Emily’s puckered ass-hole. Leaning close to
get a good look at her work she actually began marveling at the
intricate folds and lovely texture and colors of Emily’s now
bare lower pussy. She had left just a couple of curly blonde
hairs at the very top of her cleft. They were long enough that
they would stretch to her clit if pulled with the fingers. Joy
knew that because that is what she had done. She didn’t hide the
fact that she was playing with Emily’s hair. She rolled her
fingers into it. She pulled on it in different directions just
to watch how it changed the shape of her skin underneath. She
let her fingers glide around and through Emily’s slippery pussy
for several moments, even pausing to slide two fingers together
totally into her love-hole. Jamming them in and out rapidly for
three or four strokes as she looked up to see Emily with her
eyes closed, she marveled at the ease with which she got such a
strong reaction from her.
Her teasing over, for now, she lathered up Emily’s blonde pussy
mound and took to her own creative task. Emily just leaned back
and kept her eyes closed, in a show of trust that probably
wasn’t warranted. When it was all done she splashed the water up
to clean away the extra lather and Joy told Emily to take a
look. She got the reaction she wanted. Shock! Emily’s pussy hair
was shaved in the distinct shape of the letter ‘J’, as in Joy.
It was only an instant but the look of shock on Emily’s face was
enough to give Joy a wonderful feeling. “Yes!” she thought,
“Emily is pissed now.”
Emily’s shock didn’t linger as she immediately came up with her
retort: “That’s as close as you are ever going to get to making
that pussy yours. In case you didn’t know, our war has nothing
to do with cosmetics. You’ll get yours, bitch, don’t worry about
that.” Emily had now swung the pendulum back the other way, from
sexy arousal to hateful, vengeful, anger. The line between the
two was getting blurry. That was the way it would continue. The
thing about that was that the heightened level of emotions was
the same either way. There was no mild, lukewarm, lackadaisical
emotion or action with these two. It was all-out, full-strength
emotion, and that was part of the draw. What Emily now could
actually fathom was that what she really liked was the thrill of
intense physical competition with another girl/woman.
The two girls finished their mutual bath/shave experience and
dried off their bodies and their hair. Each spent enough time on
her hair to make it look good again. They had a quick brunch in
the kitchen before getting back to business. Emily reminded Joy
of the food items from the night before and mentioned that there
were several things that they could do with food within the
realm of sexual competition. She pulled the two perfectly carved
carrots out of the refrigerator. She also went to a door and
pulled out some squash and zucchini. “Hmmmm. Those could
definitely be interesting,” thought Joy as she saw the long
thick squash and the long thick zucchini. The squash were
gourd-shaped with protrusions about 8 or 9 inches long stemming
from much thicker bulbous bases. Each phallic protrusion curved
gently and was about two inches thick at the base of the
cock-like appendage, narrower at the tip. They were certainly
reminiscent of male cocks. There were two of them and looked
identical to each other. The zucchini were much longer and
practically straight perfectly formed dark, shiny green,
double-dildo size squashes. There were two of these as well.
Both were about two and a half inches thick at the middle and
about one and a quarter inches thick at either end just before
the rounded tip. Emily laid them out on the counter neatly and
examined a pad of legal paper with her ‘agenda’ on it. It
reminded her that Friday was to be food and tit day. She went to
the fridge and got out some whipped cream topping. Emily turned
to Joy and suggested, “If you have any ideas of your own on how
we might make use of these or other food items I am open to
suggestions. I did think that we might begin with the whipped
cream. I don’t know if our tits are recovered enough from last
night but I think mine are ready.”
Joy spoke up, “Just what exactly did you have in mind as far as
the whipped cream? Where is the fight?”
“The fight isn’t really with the whipped cream. That is just the
‘starter’. I intend to prove that I can suck tittie better than
you. We can lie together on the bed with our heads lined up with
each other’s tits. Covering them with whipped cream is just for
fun. But the fight is in who can last the longest or force the
other to have an orgasm. The only tactics allowed are to use our
mouths and tongues for breast loving manipulation, not biting.
If either of us were to have an orgasm we would lose. If one of
us cannot continue, for any reason, we lose. How does that sound
to you?”
“I’ve got no problem with that. I already beat you with my
nipples and if you want to put yourself through another loss
that will be fine with me.”
So it was determined. A whipped cream nipple-sucking contest was
in the works. Joy reached for the cream and carried it over to
the bed with Emily close behind. Joy reached into the cream and
pulled a great big gob of it out and turned to Emily and rubbed
it gently into and all over both of her big breasts. Emily
returned the favor, making sure to completely cover Joy’s
fabulously large breasts. The two girls stared at each other for
a moment before arranging themselves on the bed with their feet
pointing to opposite ends of the bed and lining up their faces
with each other’s breasts. With no signal to start the girls
immediately began to lick the whipped cream from the nearest
breast. Joy went straight for Emily’s top nipple (the right) and
licked it clean along with an area around it. Emily began
licking the whipped cream from the outside towards the center of
Joy’s left boob. Lying on their sides like they were, one of
each of their boobs was laying flat against the bed, smearing
whipped cream into the comforter that covered the bed. Both
girls’ faces became lathered in whipped cream in a few short
moments, but they paid it no mind.
Joy was intent on redeeming herself in this sexier contest and
her licking caused an instant nipple erection on Emily’s right
tit. She had to arch her neck a bit to reach Emily’s lower left
nipple, but she succeeded in licking all the cream from that
nipple as well. In only a matter of three or four minutes Emily
sported two hard nipples completely licked clean of the sweet
white topping. She swirled her tongue around Emily’s right
nipple for another three or four minutes, covering the entire
aureole many times with her wet sloppy tonguing. She had
listened to Emily’s dissertation on what it would take to lose
(or win) this battle and she knew immediately that she would
focus on delivering as much sucking pain as possible to Emily’s
nipples, which must still be tender and sore from last night’s
nipple fight. Then she attacked with diligent hard sucking of
Emily’s left nipple. Joy could actually rest her head on the bed
and suck without using any muscles except those in her mouth.
She would suck vigorously for about eight or ten repetitive
sucks, bringing her nipple and its aureole fully into her mouth.
Then the next suck would be just the nipple itself and she would
increase the pressure with almost a biting tenacity. By keeping
her lips pursed closely together and sucking as hard as she
possibly could she was putting extreme stretching pressure on
Emily’s nipple. She expected Emily to succumb to the pain after
a while. Maybe with a little luck she might even be able to open
up one of the little cracks from the night before, even though
she hadn’t seen any sign of their presence. Evidently Emily
healed quickly.
Joy could feel the tonguing Emily was contributing to her own
tits. The initial stage was actually quite pleasant as Emily
focused on cleaning up all the whipped cream. By the time Emily
had licked and eaten most of the whipped cream surrounding Joy’s
tits and switched to nipple sucking, Joy had been hard at work
for over two minutes on Emily’s tit. Emily now focused her
attention on Joy’s upper nipple, her left, sucking with long,
slow, deep strokes, bringing in the full nipple, aureole, and as
much surrounding breast tissue as she could. In fact it filled
her mouth until she could feel Joy’s nipple scraping against the
back of her mouth, almost to her tonsils. She had to open her
mouth as wide as she had ever opened it to accomplish such a
deep penetration. She had actually forced with her powerful
sucking about one-third of Joy’s large tit into her mouth. That
was no small feat, considering the size of her boob. With the
tit completely filling Emily’s mouth, Emily began a pumping-suck
motion. She pumped the last little portion of breast tissue in
and out with a pulsing effect. Each time the skin slid in and
out it scraped across Emily’s teeth. She was not biting at all,
but to absorb as much tit into her mouth as she did it was
necessary to open her mouth incredibly wide, exposing her teeth,
unprotected by lips. She wasn’t technically breaking the rules
since she wasn’t biting but certainly her teeth had an impact on
Joy’s breasts as they scraped across the tissue on its way into
and out of her mouth.
So there it was, the nipple sucking challenge had begun. Joy
focused her attention on Emily’s nipple with powerful sucks,
trying to stretch the nipple into painful submission, while
Emily was using a broader tit-attack, forcing as much of Joy’s
tit into her mouth as possible and also sucking it vigorously in
and out. The two vixens lay on their sides as the tit sucking
progressed but in order to maintain a bit of comfort in their
position each girl had draped an arm across her rival. After
several minutes of sucking action both girls began to get a bit
antsy. Maintaining the awkward position became harder and
harder. Emily abruptly switched tits and when she did, she
sucked Joy’s left tit as deeply into her mouth as she had the
right, but in a moment she switched to the same tactic that Joy
had been using. Emily knew the pain in her nipple was growing
from the repeated stretching action from Joy’s powerful mouth.
She really hadn’t seen any indication that Joy was feeling any
pain at all from her wide open tit attack.
Within moments Joy knew why Emily had switched. Joy’s nipple was
now far more intensely feeling discomfort from Emily’s power
sucking. It hurt much more to just have the nipple repeatedly
sucked in and out of a tiny opening than to have huge amounts of
her tit stuffed into Emily’s mouth. Joy couldn’t grin of course,
but inside she was grinning form ear to ear at the thought of
Emily being forced to duplicate her own tactics. Now the sucking
settled in again for a long time. Both girl’s nipples were
becoming quite sore and hurting, and now too both mouths were
becoming tired from the effort. The pace slowed after about 50
minutes, but neither girl stopped. The digital camera kept
snapping images every few minutes, but one would have been
enough. They all looked almost exactly the same. Emily stretched
out on the near side of the bed, her gorgeous ass in plain view,
as her mouth was low on the bed up against Joy’s lower tit.
Joy’s upper tit was visible across the top of Emily’s body but
neither of Emily’s tits was visible.
The soreness and pain that each girl felt in her nipple made
them both think that it wouldn’t be a good idea to switch tits
and be forced to start all over again to build up to the point
she was already. So on they went. Another 30 minutes went by
with still no change in the action. The change was occurring
inside each girl. Joy began to tire. Her mouth ached from the
intensity of her sucking. But she persevered and continued,
albeit at a slower pace. Emily recognized the fatigue in her own
mouth and tongue, but she was more bothered by the pain. Her one
nipple had been stretched again and again, probably now up into
the hundreds of times by Joy’s powerful mouth. She ached for Joy
to succumb, but saw no sign that she might. Each girl kept
wiggling from time to time to adjust her body posture for a bit
of comfort, but the sucking never let up. Not until nearly two
hours had gone by did anything significant happen. One of the
cracks on Emily’s nipple opened up. Joy did not notice the small
amount of blood that trickled out, as intent as she was on her
continued sucking, but Emily could tell. The pain was like a
little electrical jolt, or maybe more like a paper cut. In any
event it had ratcheted up a level and she was now being forced
to consider the pain with every suck of Joy’s powerful mouth.
Joy never knew until afterwards why Emily pulled away. Emily had
endured another 15 minutes of painful sucking before she finally
had enough. Her mouth aching from fatigue and her tit burning
with pain she relinquished her sucking and pulled back. She had
hidden her pain completely from Joy but she couldn’t stand it
any longer. When she rolled away Joy thought she had passed out
at first because she just lay there on her back with her eyes
closed. Joy leaned up on one arm and asked Emily, “Are you
done?” Emily just nodded. Her aching mouth didn’t keep Joy from
taunting Emily with her victory. Emily barely acknowledged Joy’s
verbal barrage but just lay there letting the pain in her nipple
subside. She admitted to herself that it hadn’t been a real
smart move to have any fights involving her nipples so soon
after they had been cracked and bloodied the night before. She
had looked at them and hadn’t seen any evidence that they would
be troubling her and so she went ahead with her plan. Big mistake.
Joy didn’t care what Emily thought, she just was overjoyed at
the second win, especially on the heels of her sound beating in
the piss fight. “Get your ass up here for the picture. If you
have any smarts at all you won’t be suggesting any more nipple
fights. Your ugly nips just can’t take it girl, just like the
rest of you won’t be able to take it either.”
They got the picture out of the way. The board read: Whip Cream
Nipple Suck won by Joy. The tally columns showed Joy – 2, and
Emily – 1.
It was now nearly 2:00 in the afternoon and the girls took
another break for a snack and to wash off the left over whipped
cream. When done, Emily motioned for Joy to follow back to the
living room. Once there Joy turned to speak to Emily. “I really
want to thank you for having me visit. I am thrilled with the
opportunity to put you in your place, little girl. I’d like to
make a suggestion now.”
“Well, Joy, what you see as an opportunity for you is really my
opportunity. You may be ahead right now but this is just the
beginning. If you think you have an idea let’s hear it.”
“I think it’s time for a pussy competition, veggie style. I love
those zucchini. They look like they would be a perfect fit in my
tight pussy. I propose that we share one of those and impale
ourselves together completely. Then we see who can pull the
zucchini completely out of the other girl using only our pussy
muscles. We should lie down on the floor, propped up on our
arms, facing each other. We should also restrict our freedom of
movement by laying out a blanket or something so that we have to
stay on the blanket. First girl to have the vegetable come
completely out loses. If by chance it falls out of both of us at
the same time, we re-insert it and go again. Ok?”
“Sounds like fun to me. Especially when I leave you high and
dry. Lets do it.”
Joy pulled the comforter off the bed, folded it in half and laid
it neatly on the floor. They would have an area of about eight
feet by five feet to use as their arena. Joy got the zucchini
and the two arranged themselves on the comforter and they slid
their hips close together. Each with two hands on the zucchini
they began to work their own end into their pussies. Neither
girl had done anything special to lubricate either the long
green vegetable or to try to make their pussies any juicier than
they already were. Each wanted their pussy to have as much
gripping power as possible for their upcoming battle. Joy and
Emily each knew this would likely not be a long fight, but they
wanted to win badly. As Joy finished with her hands guiding the
zucchini six or seven inches into her pussy and Emily had done
the same, there was still two or three inches of zucchini
remaining between their labia lips.
Joy challenged Emily, “OK, cxnt. Let’s bury this thing: all the
way, before we start.”
Emily answered the challenge without saying a word. She just
slid her pussy closer to Joy as the long smooth green vegetable
disappeared more and more into her cxnt. Joy pushed forward too,
and with a final wiggle from both girls, their labia lips met in
sweet contact as the two pussies had devoured the zucchini
completely. Approximately 18 inches had disappeared into their
two pussies. Neither girl had ever been so impaled before. Their
high school lovers all had more normal size cocks and the depth
of this phallic vegetable intrusion caused their wombs to recoil
from the pressure. When their southern lips met, Emily wiggled a
little more causing their pussy lips to rub deliciously
together. The full feeling caused by the veggie cock and the
slippery lips rubbing together was causing Joy to desire a good
fuck. But she had a task ahead. She intended to keep the
zucchini for herself, clear up into her deep pussy. She knew
Emily had the same intention. Joy wiggled back against Emily for
that special feeling you get when two wet labia touch and mesh
together and then she squeezed down with her vagina muscles and
began to slide backwards, watching the progress of the zucchini
between her legs. Emily watched intently as she too slid
backwards. This was one battle that the two girls could see the
progress visually. At first the zucchini slid out of Joy about
an inch before it began to slide out of Emily too. Eye contact
did not happen in this contest. Both girls were intently
watching the area between their legs to gauge their progress and
to evaluate tactics.
When Joy watched the natural green dildo slide out of her pussy
that first inch, and she felt some pressure taken off her cervix
she squeezed a bit harder and watched the success of her action
as the tubular object slid an equal amount out of Emily’s wet
pink pussy. The width of the zucchini in the middle of nearly
two inches had them both stretched out pretty far. Emily had
picked out the vegetables with care and this one was a perfect
fit for two cxnts at the same time. “Ooooh.” Joy let out a
little sigh as she watched the zucchini slide out another two
inches from Emily’s pussy with only about a half-inch being lost
from within her own. Six inches still remained inside Emily but
she voided the progress Joy had made by scooching forward as she
relaxed her vagina muscles to re-impale herself the lost inches.
Joy ooooohed again as she felt it slide back into her a bit. Now
it was Joy’s turn to push, attempting to shove Emily backwards
so she could have a little more room on the comforter to
maneuver backwards. As she pushed towards Emily her pussy
devoured her half of the green toy. Their labia met again but
Joy kept pushing forward. Emily resisted, as she too wanted as
much space behind her for maneuvering room as possible. With the
comforter only eight feet long there wasn’t a lot of space
behind either girl when they started and both wanted more of the
arena available for their own withdrawal efforts.
Emily had been the first to move forward and her motion forced
her pussy to cross the ‘center line’ of the comforter. Joy
didn’t have as much room to move as she would have liked and
Emily’s resistance to her advance was firm. Joy tried again to
pull back and watched Emily do the same. This time the zucchini,
under the slippery pressure from both girl’s pussy muscles slid
three inches out of Joy and only two out of Emily: a reversal of
the first efforts. This time Emily ooooohed as she watched the
zucchini slide more out of Joy than herself. The two girls now
developed a little rhythm of pulling and pushing in response to
the relative motion in and out of the zucchini they were
fighting over. Each wanted it for herself. As the contest
entered its third minute Emily began to feel the involuntary
urges for fucking it was giving her as much for winning the
contest. Joy too, felt the hormonal impulses surge through her,
causing a further need to be fucked. This was certainly a
contest, but it was most definitely a good fuck too. Emily began
to gain a little more ground on the comforter, forcing Joy to
near the edge, giving her very little room to pull backwards.
Emily was glad to have the territorial advantage, but her
efforts to slide more of the toy out of Joy than herself were
only marginally successful. Many times more of the zucchini
would slide out of Joy, but nearly as often more would slide out
of Emily.
It certainly appeared that the lubrication and vagina muscle
power of the two girls was nearly equal. Joy wasn’t fearing her
territorial predicament that much, just yet, but instead kept
trying to time her push/pull combination to coincide with
Emily’s in such a way that she might be able to catch her in an
ill-timed moment when she wasn’t squeezing enough. This battle
of the kegel exercises forced them to relax their muscles for
relief from the constant effort. These are the same muscles that
are used to expel a baby and they were never intended to work
this continuously. While Emily kept trying to force Joy
backwards to diminish her room to work, Joy kept trying to read
Emily’s signals in hopes of finding a way to predict what her
next move would be. All the while the lucky zucchini kept up its
back and forth, in and out slide. It was covered with juices
from both girls and it was very hard for them to maintain a good
grip with their vagina muscles. Onward they pressed, each
seeking the advantage. Once Emily had about six or seven inches
out of Joy, but Joy quickly pushed forward, keeping it inside
her. Emily had retreated quickly, trying to pull it out of Joy,
knowing that Joy wasn’t clamping down as she approached. But Joy
had moved too quickly for Emily and now Emily was the one with
the territorial disadvantage. Joy immediately clamped down as
hard as she could and pulled back. In an instant, half the toy
was out of Emily and as more of the hidden zucchini began to
slide out of her she pushed forward in counter attack. Joy
immediately ceased trying to pull and retaliated with a forceful
push of her own, causing Emily to actually slide backward to the
very edge of the comforter.
Again Joy clamped down and pulled with the same effect. This
time though Emily clamped down with gritted teeth and as Joy
pulled away nearly an equal amount of zucchini left her pussy as
was being pulled from Emily’s. Nearly ten minutes had gone by,
but it seemed much longer to the girls. Joy’s arms were tiring
from the effort of holding her upper body up so she could see
the battle site between her legs. Emily felt the fatigue setting
in as well. The oohing and aaahing had slowed down and nearly
stopped as the girls were less intent on sending verbal messages
to each other as in making sure they could pull the zucchini out
of the other girl. Both girls were sweating, as Emily had turned
off the air conditioning the night before. The sweat glistened
on their naked humping bodies. Their breasts jiggled as they
pushed and pulled that useful zucchini.
As the fifteen minute mark approached the girls found themselves
in a rhythm that accentuated the erotic motion. Without
realizing it the girls fucking motions were hitting the spot.
Arousal levels had gone up and the motions ceased to be so much
for a contest as for satisfaction. In and out the zucchini
plunged. Breathing became erratic and strained as they fought
the building lust and at the same time tried to maintain control
of the shared device. Joy was becoming very aroused with the
plunging, fucking action. She willed herself to stay in control
and she pushed and pulled with more abandon than before, risking
full withdrawal several times. In fact, if Emily hadn’t closed
her eyes for a second she would have seen that only the very tip
remained in Joy’s slick pussy. But Joy recovered quickly with a
solid push and got her twat nearly filled up again before she
slid backwards again. When she glanced up and saw Emily’s eyes
closed she perceived an opportunity. Re-focusing on the contest
at the expense of her lust for the wonderful fucking action she
watched for another opportunity. Emily had only closed her eyes
for a moment and she wasn’t forgetting the contest either, so
Joy could not immediately take advantage of Emily’s lapse. The
mutual fucking continued, but neither girl ever lost more than
about five inches of the slippery veg. Joy felt the fucking urge
reassert itself and she began fucking with abandon again. Emily
responded in kind as she felt the same urge as well. Their
almost wild fucking was heating up. The pace accelerated and the
zucchini was pleasuring both girl’s pussies with wonderful
pre-orgasmic sensations. After three or four minutes of
seemingly routine fucking Emily leaned her head back for a
moment and closed her eyes again. Joy had been watching out for
that and in a flash she impaled herself as far as she could on
the toy and then with a mighty squeeze made a do-or-die pullout.
She caught Emily off guard and the toy remained several inches
inside Joy as she pulled it completely out of Emily. Emily,
flabbergasted at the loss of her fucking zucchini, opened her
eyes to see Joy glowing in a giant smile.
Emily let a small tear drop down from her eye as she realized
what Joy had done. Joy now took that zucchini in both hands and
vigorously fucked herself with it. In surprising quickness she
began moaning and bucking her hips against the hard object she
thrust in and out. With her left hand she began rubbing her clit
and the moaning and groaning grew louder and louder. Wham! She
plunged into her orgasm. She practically thrust that phallic
object ten inches deep into her pussy as she rotated it in a
circular motion in time to her orgasmic spasms. She screamed
“Yeeeeeeesssssss. My pussy is the best pussy. Yeeeeeeeesss.
Emily lost again! Yessssss! Joy is the best!”
By the time Joy’s orgasm had subsided Emily had wiped her tear
away and lay resting beside her. She was having doubts about her
whole intention of trying to seek revenge against Joy. Not
enough doubt to avoid further contests, but enough for her
confidence to waver a bit. After all it was now 3-1 in Joy’s
favor. She reminded herself that these were potentially
meaningless events. As long as she kept going she would win. She
had to remind herself of that fact as she lay there listening to
Joy crow about her third victory. She toiled with her thoughts
and quickly determined to continue her show of confidence and
bravado, even though she knew Joy was riding high on her last
two successes. Emily drew on her morning piss-fight win for
motivation. It had been a hard fought battle and winning that,
where the stakes were actually much higher than in either the
nipple sucking fight or the zucchini fight, and she had whipped
Joy good. She looked up at Joy as she finished her crowing.
“Crow all you want bitch, at least I don’t know what your piss
tastes like.”
The reminder didn’t faze Joy, at least on the surface, as she
demanded, “Just get your sorry pussy up and write the score
update for the picture. And don’t forget to smile at the
camera.” Emily gritted her teeth and complied. She wrote,
“Zucchini squeeze winner is Joy. Score: Joy – 3, Emily – 1.
Emily sauntered over to the counter and picked up the other two
squash. These yellow squash were hefty, but could be held in one
hand. She picked them up and carried them over to Joy, handing
her one of them. “You got lucky with the zucchini, but when it
comes to these big babies, you’ll be the loser. This time we see
who comes first. If you come first you lose. We can use only
these two gourds: one for me to use on you and one for you to
use on me. This will be a straight fuckwar. No other devices or
body parts allowed. I bet I can make you come first.”
Joy smiled her sweet smile, “Terrific! Whatever makes you think
one squash is different than another. I’ll have you screaming
for joy long before you could make me come. I do have a
suggestion though. It’s a nice hot day outside. Why don’t we go
out by the pool and lay out a blanket on the grass for this one.
We are sweating anyway, we might as well do it in the sun.”
“Good idea.” Off went Emily swaying her naked ass provocatively
for Joy’s viewing pleasure. She stopped for a drink on the way
as did Joy. Emily laid a blanket on a piece of grass and the two
girls sat down in much the same orientation as they had with the
zucchini. They were facing each other with their legs apart,
right legs extended over the left of the other. Their pussies
were about a foot apart. Holding their gourds near each other’s
pussy made them realize that they couldn’t really lean over far
enough to effectively manipulate the others’ pussy without
constantly bumping in to each other. They rearranged themselves
on their sides, much like when they licked the whipped cream
from each other, except this time their head and shoulders were
near the other’s crotch. Each girl lifted one leg up to offer
access to her pussy.
Joy quickly oriented her gourd to begin teasing Emily’s pussy
lips with the surface of the squash. Emily was only an instant
behind in sliding her squash over Emily’s bare labia. Joy used
the big wide end at first to slide across Emily’s entire groin
area, including the ‘J’-shaped pubic hair, courtesy of herself.
It took a couple of minutes before she switched ends and
inserted the cock-shaped portion of the squash between Emily’s
pretty pink lips. She just teased the entire area between her
lips with gentle rocking motions, watching the progress of
arousal as evidenced by the lubricating juices and the
prominence of her clitoris. As the first drops of pussy juice
began to drip outside of her hole, Joy took the very tip of her
gourd and rubbed gently across Emily’s clit in little round
motions. She started out very slow, just moving the tip of her
squash in a loop around the perimeter of Emily’s clit over a 10
second time frame. Gradually she began to increase the tempo.
When she was almost reaching a feverish pace she stopped the
clit rubbing and slid the tip of her gourd lower, lower to the
very wet cxnt-hole, with it’s pink skin flushed with excitement.
She inserted the tip an inch into her hole and wiggled it in
small circles, much like the circles she had used moments before
in circumnavigating her clit. She pulled it out after just a few
quick circles and returned focus to her clit. A few quick flicks
of the tip from side to side across the protruding plump clit
were followed by a switch to the other end. With the large end
of the squash she rubbed Emily’s now wide-open slippery gash
with the bulbous gourd. The large surface area became wet and it
slid easily all around Emily’s pussy. Slippery sloshing sounds
filled the room as she stimulated as much wet pussy as possible
with her wet gourd.
As focused as Joy was on her work, Emily was just as focused on
her squash fondling of Joy’s intimate area. Her first move had
been to part Joy’s labia lips with the tip of the gourd and
slide the tip lengthwise back and forth many times just inside
the lips. In moments she had become re-lubricated and her juices
were flowing to allow a quick insertion of the cock-shaped
protrusion into her hole. Joy was penetrated about four inches
by the big yellow vegetable, the curve of the tip pointing
towards her belly and sliding across her g-spot. Emily began a
rocking motion with the squash inside Joy. Moving it in and out
in a small arc she was trying to stimulate the inside of her
pussy and her g-spot with the tip of the gourd. Never quite
pulling it out, and never quite pushing it in for complete
penetration either, she hit a rhythm of fucking that got Joy to
respond with counter thrusts of her pelvis with every thrust of
Emily’s gourd.
Both girls were, within five minutes, feeling the battle between
control and loss of control becoming harder and harder to win.
The sensations being provided to each of their pussies by the
other girl were very effective. Joy found Emily’s little fucking
arc to be totally delicious and her hip-rocking response left no
doubt in Emily’s mind that she should continue. Emily had yet to
touch Joy’s clit at all and here she was humping in time to
Emily’s gourd motion with perfect harmony. Emily was wiggling
her own pelvis to accept the squash sliding all around. Emily
winced in a moment of pain as Joy swung her squash around and
with a quick shove pushed it all the way in to Emily’s wet
sopping pussy. Joy certainly hadn’t tried to hurt Emily, but a
simple miscalculation of the angle had led to a bit of pain for
Emily. Joy noticed and quickly adjusted her motion and began a
deep fucking with the long curve of her gourd. The thick bulbous
head prevented the tip from reaching the deepest recesses of
Emily’s pussy but about six or seven inches were impaling her as
the base of the protrusion where it met the bulbous head was
stretching her outer lips very wide. This gave Emily a really
FULL feeling in her pussy. It was delicious and when Joy began
to vigorously fuck Emily’s hole with the total dimensions of her
gourd, Emily had to stop her ministrations of Joy for an instant
in response. Joy knew she had pushed Emily beyond one more level
of horniness and she fucked her with a wild abandon, hoping to
push her to a quick orgasm. Emily’s lapse of concentration was
only momentary though, and as Joy proceeded with the powerful
fucking motions, Emily returned to her own short fucking motions
inside Joy’s twat. As Joy continued her hot fucking motion into
Emily’s cxnt, Emily pulled her gourd out and finally used the
tip to stimulate Joy’s clit. She used the long lateral surface
of the convex side of her gourd’s protrusion to slide all around
Joy’s clit. Joy’s clit was highly sensitive and she moaned
aloud, giving away her own progression towards cumming.
The two girls were now focused on continuing their attack on the
other, convinced they had found the button that would send her
over the edge. Emily’s cxnt was getting fucked very vigorously
and Joy’s clit was feeling the lovely squash sliding all over it
causing her to squirm in lustful anticipation. Joy knew her
orgasm would be coming soon and she pulled her gourd out of
Emily and copied what Emily had been doing to her in hopes of
sending her over the edge quickly, but it was too late. Joy
screamed her pleasure just moments later as Emily’s clit
manipulation had succeeded in her race with Joy. Joy thrust her
pussy hard against Emily’s gourd and Emily kept up the pressure
to insure a complete and forceful orgasm. Joy stopped her attack
on Emily’s clit as soon as she knew she had lost, but she
returned to action as her own orgasm subsided. Sliding her gourd
over Emily’s clit had Emily wiggling in anticipation and it was
only another 45 seconds before her pussy began its orgasmic
contractions. Joy watched in awe as Emily’s pussy lips
contracted in a pulsing pattern, squeezing a cock that wasn’t
there. For 20 seconds her cxnt twitched open and shut while Joy
finished her clit rubbing with the bright wet yellow squash.
Emily had won the gourd fuck fight, but both girls were almost
in dreamland with the power and success of the sexy battle. Both
girls rolled their squash aside and sat up. Emily leaned close
to Joy and whispered a very surprising and appreciative thought.
“Thank you. Thank you very much. That was wonderful.” She kissed
Joy on the cheek and whispered one more time into her ear,
“Thank you.” She got up and went to the whiteboard and motioned
with her finger for Joy to ‘come over here’. Her smile was
genuine for two reasons, she still had the warm glow of
after-sex radiating from her face and she was happy to have won
out over Joy. She hadn’t really liked the fact that she had lost
two in a row since her piss fight and now that she was back on
the winning track she felt confident of herself again.
Joy slowly stood up and walked over to Emily. This time she
leaned close to Emily and repeated Emily’s words right back to
her, “Thank you, that was wonderful, Thank you. I really thought
I had you, but you really hit the spot there girl with that
squash.” She leaned in and kissed Emily on the cheek in
repayment. With her marker she wrote the results on the board
for the camera to record. Yellow squash fuck race – Emily wins.
The score columns were changed to reflect the new running total:
Joy – 3, Emily – 2. The photo was taken and the two girls were
both actually smiling in this one.
“Let’s take a break. We can jump in the pool and then lie in the
sun for a while. I think the break will do us both good for the
next round.” Emily was thinking ahead to further contests and
she wanted to take a break. Joy agreed and she actually led the
way outside. She walked directly to the pool and dove in with
Emily right behind. Joy came up and swam to the far end. Emily
powered herself in strong strokes and caught up with Joy just as
she reached the far, shallow end of the pool. Joy stood in the
three-foot deep water and Emily stood next to her. The two girls
looked at each other, each with a look of questioning in their
faces. It was an awkward moment. They had dived into the pool
with no thought of what they would do once in the water. Neither
wanted to actually swim laps or exercise in any way, but neither
wanted to get out of the refreshing cool water right away
either. They just stood there in limbo. Emily’s eyes met Joy’s
eyes. Water dripped off their bodies, making little splashes in
the pool. The hot July afternoon made the pool seem very
refreshing but a new motivation crept in. Joy stepped closer to
Emily until her tits bumped into Emily’s. The two naked
goddesses of statuesque beauty just couldn’t keep away from each
other. Their intentions had been to cool off, but in fact they
were heating up all over again. Emily reached behind Joy and
clasped her hands together, pulling Joy close. Their eyes were
locked in a gaze of questioning lust. Joy put her arms around
Emily’s neck and pulled her close. Their faces were now just an
inch apart and still they kept their gaze locked in the other’s
eyes. Emily pulled Joy’s body tighter and Joy pulled Emily’s
face into contact. Their tits were already mashed together and
their pussy mounds were touching under the water when they
kissed. Their lips grazed together in tenderness, followed by
small little lip bites. Opening her mouth a little, but keeping
her teeth covered so as not to hurt, Joy bit Emily’s lower lip
between her own. Emily returned the favor as she ground her tits
into Joy’s boobs.
Joy pulled her face away for a moment to ask, “Did you plan
this? Is this just for fun or is it a contest?” It was two
questions in one, and Emily hadn’t planned it so her answer was,
“No, I didn’t plan this. It just happened, but if you want a
contest you can have one. Might as well I guess.”
“Ok, what is the objective? What are the rules?”
“Why don’t we just keep going: first to come loses, and for
rules, I don’t know, just keep it in the pool, and I guess we’ll
just play it by ear otherwise.”
Since both girls had just come a few minutes earlier inside and
this was unplanned neither knew quite what to expect, but their
horniness and lust certainly weren’t worn off and they resumed
their kiss. At first they were little lip-covered bites, like
before. In a couple of minutes, however, they were in full-blown
French kiss lip lock. Tongues danced together in both joyous
acceptance and competitively. Emily twirled her tongue around
the sides of Joy’s tongue as Joy twirled hers around Emily’s.
Their legs were busy too. Each had slid her right thigh between
the legs of the other and they were now rubbing upward against
their pussies. The water was too shallow to buoy them up at all,
but it was deep enough to inhibit their balance when trying to
stand on one leg. Emily felt the impact of Joy’s thigh as it
rubbed along her pussy lips. Even underwater it felt very nice.
Locked in a full body embrace their desire for sexual
satisfaction pushed them forward again. Emily’s right hand
snaked between their bodies and found Joy’s pussy mound.
Stepping back allowed Joy’s right hand to find Emily’s pussy and
her fingers dove into action. Pulling lips apart and sliding
inside their still-wet pussies, the two girls passionately
fingered each other’s pussies. Joy’s vigorous rubbing of Emily’s
clit made the water boil as her hand moved in rapid up and down
movements. Joy thrust her watery cxnt hard at Emily’s invading
fingers, hoping that Emily was feeling as hot as she was. Joy
bent lower to insert first one finger and then two into Emily’s
hole. She wiggled her hand as Emily wiggled back. She pulled her
first two fingers out and arranged her three fingers into
alignment and with a careful push thrust them deeply into her
pussy. Twisting around and around as she slowly moved them in
and out she actively pushed Emily towards another orgasm. But
Emily continued her onslaught of Joy’s pussy as well. Joy opened
wide and let Emily insert two fingers into her pussy and the two
finger-fucked each other with vigor. Emily made sure to use the
heel of her hand to rub Joy’s clitty on the out-stroke of her
finger thrusts. The two girls were earnestly focused on their
mutual enjoyment, each hoping that the other would come first.
Emily, her wits still intact, twisted her body just a little bit
so she could reach around behind Joy with her left hand. While
the two girls had been rubbing each other’s ass with their left
hands it was a real surprise for Joy when she felt Emily’s
finger probing her ass-hole. After only a couple of seconds of
exploration Emily had found her puckered anus and wham, she
thrust her index finger two knuckles deep into her. With two
holes now invaded and getting royally pleasured, her surprise
and her arousal level caused her to lose control. Her second
orgasm in only fifteen minutes erupted in the water. Emily had
to lean hard into Joy to keep her from falling over in the
water. She had erupted into a joyous cum. She didn’t even worry
about not making Emily come first. She intently resumed her
fingering on Emily’s hole and it took a couple of more minutes
but she succeeded in bringing her off too. Emily moaned and as
Joy now held her up she banged Joy’s fingers into another
orgasm. Waves of pleasure shot through her and as the orgasm
subsided and the two girls stood in the pool holding each other.
They just stood in the pool for several minutes holding each
other tenderly. They swayed back and forth in harmonious
synchronized motion. Not with the same pangs of lust as minutes
before, but with gentle, caring, and soothing, almost spiritual
connection. Joy’s head rested on Emily’s shoulder and she closed
her eyes as Emily breathed warm breaths into her neck. Emily
laid her head on Joy’s shoulder too and the two girls felt a
warm shared glow of contentment between them. This ordeal was
bound to have its swings of emotion, but neither would have
predicted the feelings they shared at this moment. A caring,
affectionate feeling coursed through the teenage minds, causing
both joy and confusion. Emily had never, ever felt like a
lesbian before. As she prepared for the holiday weekend, her
mind’s focus had been on beating and humiliating Joy as much as
she could. The sex part of it was just the method of dominance.
It wasn’t an end but the means. Now she felt such a warm
tenderness in Joy’s touch, both the touch of hot sex and the
soft touch of her caress, that she began to wonder about what
was going on in her own subconscious. She was a very smart girl
and it was all she could do not to psychoanalyze her own
contradictory feelings at this moment. She intentionally just
let her emotions wash through her and to her surprise; she was
very happy.
Emily let the rapture of the moment overtake her and she swooned
in the loving feeling that washed over her. She was pretty sure
that Joy was feeling much the same as her. She boldly kissed
Joy’s neck. First just a little smack, but followed by a
powerful sucking kiss, one designed to leave a hickey. A few
moments into her teenage rite Joy pulled her head up to look her
directly in the eye. Proving to Emily that she too felt the same
she kissed Emily on her mouth very quickly and then leaned
around to kiss Emily’s neck in reciprocity. The powerful sucking
was bound to leave a matching hickey on Emily’s neck. Joy had
carefully tried to place it in the exact same location as Emily
had left her mark on her own neck. If there had been any doubt
in Emily’s mind about Joy’s feelings it had been erased. Joy
spoke first. “Wow! This is pretty weird. It seems we can’t keep
our hands off each other. Does this mean anything to you?”
Emily answered Joy with a full dose of honesty. “Yes. I’m sure
it means something. What I’m feeling is sure fun. I think I
really like all the attention you are giving me. Even when you
are trying your hardest to defeat me, one thing is certain, you
are totally focused on me and me alone. I get a total rush from
that feeling that you are thinking of nothing else in the world
but me. You might even be trying to scratch out my eyeballs, but
at least you are thinking about ME! I LOVE IT! With the outside
world seemingly at bay for a while we seem to be focusing more
intently than ever on just those things that make us feel good.
Strange as it may sound, I want you and I want to beat you
badly, all at the same time.”
“Funny you would say that. I want your body so badly I can
hardly contain myself, and yet, more even than that is my desire
to overpower you and beat you into total submission. That is why
I came over here you know.”
“I know perfectly well why you are here. We are still out to
prove who is really the “ONE ROSE”. It can only be one of us you
know.”
“You can bet your ass I know that. We are now about 24 hours
into the proposed 72 hours. I don’t know how long it might take,
but I still intend to wear you out, sexually, physically, and
any other way you might suggest until I take home that rose.”
She was speaking figuratively about winning her war with Emily.
This conversation had not really changed much except that both
could now verbalize their obvious lustful feelings towards the
other girl. Emily’s little analysis had reminded Joy that she
too was happiest with Emily giving her 100% of her attention.
She didn’t have to share her with anyone or anything else. She
felt a great deal of power knowing that Emily was in a strange
way, totally devoted to her. Devoted, maybe to destroy her, but
devoted nonetheless.
