Alyssa and Danielle were dorm mates in their sophomore year at a small university known for its engineering programs.
Alyssa, a robotics major, was considered “one of the cutest girls on campus” by pretty much the whole school. She had wavy blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, noticeable boobs, and even at 5’2”, she was known for her moves on the basketball court. She was stocky, athletic, and had a smile that could warm a room.
Danielle, a construction engineering major, was consider a tom-boy. She loved working on cars in her spare time, especially her head-turning 1967 GTO that she restored on her own. She too had a stocky build at 5’2”, a good set of firm tits, straight black hair, and dark eyes.
While both girls looked opposites, they had many common interests, and mostly sexual. They would often have threesomes and foursomes, share boyfriends, masturbate together, and loved smashing their pussies together - both intimately and in front of men. They loved feeling hot, sticky cum shot between them as their pussies competed for every drop. They jokingly called it “Hungry Hungry Lesbos” once, and it stuck. It became the final act of every threesome or foursome.
They also found a common interest in jogging.
And here they were, alone together in the town recreational parking area. Their breathing and heartbeats were still rapid from what they just experienced.
Less than 20 minutes before, a jogging excursion turned into Alyssa and Danielle fucking and watching two half naked women brawling right next to them. Both girls broke up the fight with a rough sexfight foursome. They escorted the still-bickering women back to their cars to prevent a much more public scene.
The girls, pussies still soaked with engorged clits, nipples stiff, and eyes wide, watched the enemies drive off as Alyssa expressed her shock at all that just transpired.
“That fight was so fucking hot,” Alyssa breathed as she shuddered with energy.
“You’re telling me,” Danielle responded while fanning her face. “I want more.”
Alyssa immediately stepped in close to Danielle. “More what? Wanna fight?” she teased as she poked Danielle’s tit. “Or more of those two fighting?”
“I want both,” Danielle said while playfully slapping one of Alyssa’s tits.
Alyssa stepped back and pulled her phone from her waste. “Look!” she said as she shoved a screen of text messages in Danielle’s face. “While we were walking back, she sent me the address for where they are fighting tomorrow night!”
“No fucking way” giggled Danielle as she snatched the phone from Alyssa’s hand. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. Her face felt flush. She had never been more sexually excited in her life. “I can’t wait! Oh my God!”
“Let’s get back to the dorm, clean up and fuck,” suggested Alyssa.
Danielle nodded in agreement as she raced to the car, catching Alyssa off guard. While the act was unintentional, Alyssa took Danielle’s action as competitive.
As they were driving back to the dorm, curiosity got the better of Alyssa.
“So, that little race to the car you just did back there, was that a challenge? Because it felt like a challenge. Like, do you think you could beat me in a race?”
“I could beat you at anything,” Danielle shot back with a grin. “Name it.”
“Ok, beat me at anything? A fight. When we get back to the dorm, let’s peel this shit off and fight. Loser eats sweaty pussy,” Alyssa fired back like she had been rehearsing it.
“Game the fuck on. That sounds good to me. I’ve fantasized about this. Wasn’t sure you’d want to. You’re cute and a good fuck, but I really would like to kick your ass sometimes,” Danielle confessed.
“Well, now’s your chance to find out, bitch,” Alyssa said as she gave Danielle the middle finger. Danielle, slapped away Alyssa’s hand as she downshifted and gave her “Goat” some gas to speed up the drive back.
They rode the rest of the way back in silence. Inwardly, both women were fantasizing about what was about to go down. The imagery of the women they had watched brawl just moments ago electrified these girls. The emotional grunting. The view of their pussies and asses as the women literally fought face down, ass up in a head-to-head slugfest made their pussies incredibly wet. The idea of their own battle had created a sexual tension they had not felt before. The feeling of being dominant over each other had both girls clenching their asscheeks and grinding into the seat.
Within a few minutes, the GTO pulled up to the campus dorm. Both girls got out, shut their door and began walking toward the dorm entrance, only to stop in the front of the car’s warm hood. They stood facing each other a few feet apart. They gazed into each other’s eyes, and saw no fear. They only saw intensity. They moved their eyes up and down their opponent’s body. Nipples protruded through thin material and their puffy cameltoes were well pronounced from becoming overly stimulated. With a huff, they both made their way inside.
Their 1st floor dorm room was among the most spacious in the building - for a dorm room. It had previously been the administration office for the building, complete with a kitchen, large bedroom, large bathroom, and comfortable living area. Telework positions and online admin created many such rooms on campus.
Danielle unlocked the door and both girls pushed their way through into the living room. Slamming the door, both girls immediately peeled off their jogging attire, never losing eye contact with their now nemesis.
The sounds of rapid breathing, the aroma of sex, and the intensity of hatred crated a thick atmosphere. The girls were already starting to sweat.
The naked girls provocatively sauntered toward each other, pressing their tits up with their hands and letting them spring freely as they closed the space between them.
The same two mouths that had tag-teamed cocks and shared globs of cum were now full of venom as they taunted each other to start fighting. Their voices were rising in pitch, nearly quivering with nervous energy.
“You want to slap my pretty face, bitch? Do it.”
“You want to go? Bring it, cxnt.”
The back and forth battle of words continued as they pressed into each other. Their sweaty, meaty tits compressed as their faces nearly melted into each other. Their thighs and bellies gyrated against each other as their arms stretched upward, fingers entwined. They began slowly spinning in the center the battle zone. Their neatly trimmed lines of pubic hair tickled and tangled, adding an intense eroticism for these girls. Their clits were solid hard, pussies nearly leaking with sexual juices.
They broke their grips and pushed apart. They stepped back and began roughly fingering themselves as the taunting continued through rapid, shallow breathing.
“Slap me, cxnt!”
“You slap me, whore!”
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck you!”
“Nnnnnnnaahahahhh!” Alyssa loud moaned as she came hard.
“Ohhhh, fffffuck fuck fuck ffffuuuck!” Danielle answered back as she her orgasm wash over her.
Within a matter of seconds, both girls charged at each other. They took wild swings at each other with their pussy-soaked hands in an attempt to smear their cxnt juice on their opponent’s face. Both were quite successful.
They grabbed each other’s hair with both hands, pulling themselves into each other until they were chin to chin, and slick, smooth bodies were welded together.
“You like that pussy cum on your face, bitch?”
“You’ll have your chance at much more.”
“Oh, we’ll see.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you.”
Both warriors released a hand and roughly rubbed it the other girl’s face. Rubbing turned to slapping. Uppercuts to each other’s stomachs came next, followed by slaps and jabs to exposed, swollen pussies and tit pulling.
They stood, swirling around the modest living quarters, each with one hand tightly wrapped in hair, while trading painful slaps, punches and tit torture.
“I really enjoy, uh, hurting you, cxnt,” Alyssa spoke through a hard gut punch.
“I, uh, love this,” responded while receiving a sharp slap to her pussy.
The girls then tried pulling their opponent to the floor. Out of frustration, Alyssa threw a knee into Danielle’s stomach. Danielle made a sound like she had lost her breath, but refused to fall. She returned a knee, and now both girls were doubled over, one arm covering their stomachs while maintaining grips in each other manes. They began vigorously wrenching each others’ heads in any direction they could as they recovered from the vicious knee attacks.
“cxnt!”
“Bitch!”
“Oof!”
“Urrrh!”
Uppercuts resumed. Clawing at tits, gripping asscheeks, pulling and slapping at pussies; nothing was off limits.
And then a clean punch landed to Alyssa’s chin. Alyssa yanked hard in Danielle’s
mane, and took an open shot at Danielle’s face, landing a solid punch to her forehead just above the eye.
They threw each other apart to separate. This fight had just reached a new level. Both took boxing stances, and began dancing around the small arena.
“You really wanna do it like this bitch?” Alyssa asked through quick, short breaths.
“Seems like you already made that decision, cxnt,” Danielle responded with a raspy tone.
“You fucking punch me, I fucking punch you.”
“Likewise, whore.”
And with that, both girls stepped into each other swinging for the stars. Quick, rapid punches connected to heads, backs, arms, faces, tits, and stomachs. Although it seemed an eternity, the girls began to tire after only a minute or two into the slugfest. They had been on their feet, battling for almost a half hour. They lazily swayed back and forth, leaning into each other. Their chins over the other girl’s shoulder. They punched at each other’s sides, and grabbed at tits.
They began to develop an almost slow cadence of causing pain to each other. The slower the fight had become, the more aroused the girls were getting.
They both reached a hand into their opponent’s mane, and yanked, bringing the girls back face to face, nose to nose.
Both had bruising and scratch marks around their faces.
“I like hurting you,” Danielle all but whispered directly into Alyssa’s lungs. “It’s making me hot.”
“Your pain is my pleasure,” Alyssa whispered back as she cupped her hand over Danielle’s pussy and rubbed hard before smacking Danielle in the face with her own pussy juice.
“Ooh, cxnt,” Danielle shot back by doing the same to Alyssa.
The girls had fallen into a cruel game of fingering, rubbing and slapping each other as they again twisted each other around the room by the hair.
The combination of pleasure and pain was becoming too much for the girls. Their legs were shaking and weakening, and both were in the verge of orgasm.
Danielle suddenly buried two fingers in Alyssa’s pussy and one up her asshole. Alyssa screamed and did the same to Danielle. Still gripping hair, both girls finger blasted each other to screaming, wailing orgasms as they finally collapsed to the floor together.
“Looks like a tie, bitch,” Danielle said while trying to catch her breath.
“So fucking 69 me, whore,” Alyssa shot back.
The girls rolled toward each other and met pussy-to-face on their sides.
Both women were sweaty, stinky, and their thighs were coated with pussy juice. This only made the girls more ravenous and they buried their faces into each other’s crotches like they contained a priceless gem for the taking.
Lapping and moaning, it took less than a minute for both to cum all over the other girl’s face.
They rolled apart after a few moments of rest and sat looking at each other on the cold, tile floor.
Scratched, bruised, sore and disheveled, the girls still saw each other as wildly attractive.
They both cracked a smile.
“We should kiss and make up before we resent each other,” Danielle said as she slid along the floor toward Alyssa.
Alyssa didn’t even respond as she slid toward Danielle. Both inched toward each other with their legs spread wide, giving each other full view of their saturated cxnts.
“Kiss me, Alyssa, with your pussy.”
“Kiss me with yours.”
The girls locked hard, legs wrapped behind each other’s asses. They pumped with everything they had left as they sucked tongues and licked faces, and pinched nipples.
The slapping sounds of pussy flesh echoed around the dwelling as their moans grew in volume. Their taught asses rippled with the speed and force of their pelvic thrusts.
“Unnnmmggggggg!” was all Alyssa could say as she reached out and slapped Danielle’s face as she flooded her pussy with her juices.
Danielle returned the slap as she cried out and mixed her love sauce with Alyssa’s.
The girls both collapsed backward, still connected at their pussies, breathing ridiculously heavy for several long minutes.
Eventually pushing herself up onto her elbows, Danielle looked down into Alyssa’s face.
“I love you.”
Alyssa pushed up onto her elbows. “I love you too.”
The girls helped each up. Embraced in a tight hug, kissed, and then pushed apart.
“We need to clean up, and don’t forget we have a date for tomorrow night,” Danielle said.
“And I can’t wait,” Alyssa replied as they both sauntered to the bathroom to shower.
