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Sahara was just as sweet as Brook and there was no way she was going to let Brook win. She was new to the group. She like dale and could tell Brad and Dale where best buddies. So she had to work her way into this group. She wouldn’t mind being an equal to Brook but by no means she would not let her be the head girl. She had to worm her way into the leader spot. Brook was pretty but so was she. She had asked Dale “How did you like the match.” Dale was excited and said “ you two where great! That was so hot. I just wished I’d gotten to see your bare boobs rubbing together.” Sahara smiled as she said “so, you’ve never seen Brook’s boobs?” Dale looked at her like she was crazy “She’s Brad’s girl.” Sahara said “ would you mind if I beat her ass?” Dale said “ as long as it’s in fun that’s cool.” They continued to talk about the match the whole way home. Later that night she noticed that during their love making Dale was more energized. When in the middle of their passion she mentioned in a whispering moan “ I really want to dominate Brook.” Dale said in a breathless voice “ really?” He immediately got more forceful in his moves. She continued to talk dirty to him about what she wanted to do to Brook and they had one of the best love making sessions of their short relationship. Sahara was young and had never thought about wrestling or fighting before. She was too small to seriously think about battling another woman. She knew she had bisexual thoughts, most girls did. Brook was sexy to her and she had already envisioned her in a 3 way with Brad and Dale but she wasn’t one to share. Now she was thinking about fighting Brook for the right. The only down side is if she lost she would have to let Dale put his wick in her honeypot. That would not do. Her fantasy was growing but she had never had a 3way. This was only her second serious boyfriend as she had dated a guy in high school from her freshman year.
Over the next week Brad and Dale met several times but Brook was busy with work. One evening she asked how things went with his event with Dale and he said “it was great, we 3 went out and hit the park.” She realized that Dale’s girlfriend had tagged along to the boys event. It was obvious that Brad liked Sahara since she was Dale’s girlfriend. But she had to ask “ who do you think is prettier?” Brad didn’t hesitate in answering that she was. “Who do you think is stronger?” There he did hesitate before answering “I’m sure you are, but you two only wrestled for a bit.” That was a true statement. She tried an experiment that night. As they went to bed she waited till he had satisfied her 3 times. He said he was getting tired and had to get up early. She said “ok…you know, I’ve been thinking. I’d like another chance at Sahara.”
Brad rolled right over and said “ really? I thought that last fight kinda put you off.” She thought for a second and said “ I know you really enjoyed it and it was my first time. I never had a chance to fight growing up and I don’t get to meet lots of girls around my size. I’ve always been told to be the good girl and that’s what I do. ” Brad said “ yeah, she is a good match for you.” They discussed her plans. She even asked him about other fights he had seen between girls and he gave details of the fights he had seen. About an hour later they finished their talk. She rolled over to go to sleep saying “sorry to keep you up, I know you’re tired.” Brad put a hand on her and rolled her over and gave her a 4th love making session. She had come to the conclusion that Brad and Dale liked seeing them wrestle. She liked making Brad happy and she liked his love making, after. She also came to the conclusion that she wasn’t sure if she was going to like Sahara. She knew Sahara would be around as long as she was Dale’s boyfriend. She adored him and had almost considered him a platonic boyfriend. But she wasn’t sure if she liked having someone just as short as her around. If this was a dog pack, she thought, she wanted to be the alpha female. As she slept that night she had a dream about her and Brad making love and all of a sudden there was Dale. She had fantasized about being with two guys but hadn’t thought about Dale in that way. Ok, she had enjoyed watching him wrestle her boyfriend but she really had not thought more about it. If Brad ever left her she thought she would get with Dale to get Brad back. In the middle of her dream she began getting uneasy and she realized that now Brad and Dale where wrestling naked. She thought it was over her. They both had erections and they were jamming their cocks into each other like a sword play duel. Then she realized they were fighting over Sahara. Brook got mad and jumped into the mix of naked bodies. She and Sahara battled naked while the boys fought. All of a sudden Sahara had her pinned. Brook was afraid of being dominated by another woman. One that was equal to her in age, height, build and weight. She always knew she couldn’t win against most of the average sized women in the world but Sahara was as close as she was going to get to an opponent she could win against. She was your average good girl and was taught to share, but not this. Brad’s cock was hers and she wasn’t into sharing, not unless she could set the terms. She woke very confused, excited and worried.
Later that week she heard Brad talking to Dale. “You’re not going to believe this, but Brook wants a rematch with Sahara.” She heard Dale through the speaker phone conversation “ wow, that’s great. Sahara thought she would have been to chicken to go again.” “Brad laughed “no, bro. I think she had fun and she knows it turns me on.” Dale laughed “we are two lucky dudes. Sahara wanted another round with Brook. She thinks she is a good match for her and she liked competing against another girl. ” Brad agreed and said “ it was pretty hot seeing those tiny ass’ sticking up in the air. I just wish we could have seen their bare tits pressed together more.” The guys proceeded to compare their girls breast sizes and nipple shapes in very clear detail. She started fantasizing as they spoke. Both guys where so excited about seeing some lesbian action between her and Sahara. Brook was getting turned on and then felt repulsed. She was confused. Sahara’s body didn’t repulse her but WHO Sahara was, the competition, did. Brook stopped ease dropping as their conversation turned to sports. She rolled her eyes and just whispered “men.” She was worried not only about agreeing to wrestle but that the fight would be seen by her guys and she could lose.
Sahara was pretending to sleep while Dale talked to Brad. She had acted excited about getting to finish her wrestling match with Brook when she pretended to wake up. Dale asked her “ this is all in fun, isn’t it?” Sahara said “of course. I know you like Brook, but you have to promise that you won’t be upset if I beat her. “Secretly Sahara was worried. She might talk a good game but Brook was strong for her size. She acted as if she hadn’t heard the boys comparing their breast sizes. It’s a thing guys do, she knew this, but she had to win against this other chick. She had no choice.
The next time the 4 of them went out they did the bar thing. Had dinner and went dancing. While dancing the girls did end up on the dance floor by themselves a few times. Sahara said “ I’m happy you want to have another go at it. I thought you would be scared after the last match.” Brook said “why would you say that.” Sahara said “ when our tits came out of the bikini tops I thought that freaked you out.” Brook was annoyed. Yes she was freaked out, but she wasn’t about to admit it to her. So she lied and said “No, it didn’t freak me out, at all. I just didn’t want Dale getting an eye full.” Sahara laughed and said “the next time that happens I’m not stopping so you can put those cute little puppies away.” Brook said “little, they are just as big as yours.” Sahara said “if you say so.” And she danced away. So she had set a rule for their battle. Brook wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but it was ok. Brook realized Sahara was trying to intimidate her. She decided that if Sahara’s tits came out the next time they wrestled she won’t be nice and stop for her, either. Sahara was dressed in a floral sun dress and was exposing as much of her cleavage as she had to offer. Brook was sure she was using a push up bra, but did admire how well her little ass looked in the dress. Both girls got the guys back on the dance floor and as they danced in the darkened club Brook felt someone bump into her. That wasn’t unusual as the club was packed. Then she felt someone bump into her back again. This time she whipped her head around to catch Sahara backing away. She thought “the bitch is taunting me.” So Brook bumped back into her. Just her ass right into Sahara’s. Sahara immediately pressed her ass back into Brooks and the two moved about a foot. Brad noticed and said “ You ok?” Brook said “Yeah, just a little tipsy.” She turned to see Sahara smiling at her, Brook didn’t smile back. A few minutes later as the guys where dancing just watching their girls Brook felt a hand yank her hair. As she turned to see Sahara had moved away. Several times Brook tried to jostle into position to pull Sahara’s hair back when Sahara said “I’m tired” and walked off the dance floor. Sahara looked back with a smile as she left the dance floor. It wasn’t until after they left the club as the girls were sitting in the back seat Brook had her chance and stepped on Sahara’s foot as she got into the car. She said “opps, sorry.” Sahara looked at Brook with a fake smile and said “ that’s ok, sweety.” As they sat in the car the girls kept their distance but silently threw darts at each other Then Brook felt Sahara’s hand make contact with hers. It was a gentle touch at first and then she grabbed her hand and began to squeeze. Taking Brook by surprise she started squeezing back. They began digging nails into each other and after several seconds Brook broke free. Both girls looked at the front seat and saw neither guy saw them as the front seats on the extended cap were up pretty high and the girls were so short. Sahara upped the game by sliding to her end of the cab and facing brook plopping both her bare feet on the seat. She looked at Brook and whispered Get your feet up here. Brook looked at her as if she was crazy but she mimicked Sahara’s actions. Sahara pressed her feet into Brook causing Brook to slide back to her side of the cab. Both girls pushed in a bare foot test of strength battle. They pushed toes together and strained leg muscles. Both sun dresses began riding up showing cute little panties. Brooks foot slipped and as she was about to stop thinking this was pretty stupid Sahara brought a foot right into her crotch causing Brook to gasp. Brad turned to look at her through the rear view mirror “ you ok?” Brook made like it was ok. Sahara smiled as Brook tried to release Sahara’s foot from her crotch. Sahara whispered “ you can’t take it, little girl?” Brook got mad and squeezed her foot between Sahara’s closed thighs. Both pushed with all their might. It wasn’t as painful as it was a feeling of being violated. Just then they hit the driveway of where Brook and Brad lived. The girls went to change out of their clubbing attire.
They had agreed upon yoga shorts and sports bras. Both owned black sets so it was easy enough. Brook was flustered by the whole affair and Sahara was pretending to be the strong one but both where worried. They didn’t want to back down and lose face with the other or disappoint their guy. It wasn’t until they dressed that they realized by the logo that they had accidently put the others outfit on. Sahara made the off handed comment “ I’ll try to not stretch out your top.” Brook snapped back” I’m happy that ass of yours fit into my shorts, don’t rip them.” The guys just looked at each other and smiled thinking this was playful cattiness. As the girls went to the middle of the room Sahara again came up and whispered “they are both rock hard, again.” Brook whispered back “ stop looking at MY man’s crotch.” Sahara whispered “sorry, I didn’t know that was off limits. We are here to entertain our men, aren’t we?” Brooks said “ why are you doing this?” Sahara thought for a moment and said “ I don’t know, I guess I think its fun to finally be able to dominate another women. I’m strong, for my size, but I’ve never had the opportunity to tangle with another chick my size.” Brook nodded. Brook said “ Fair enough, but what makes you think you’ll be dominating me. “ Sahara said “ I guess we’ll know soon enough, may the better women win?”
Both shorties turned to their guys and ordered them not to interfere. “This is girl to girl stuff.” Both guys were made to promise not to interfere. The guys sat on the couch that was moved to block the tv and entertainment system. The guys where excited like they were watching an episode of WWE wrestling. The girls met in the middle of the living room. Brad had gone to lower the lights to better set the mood but Sahara looked them and said “no, keep those lights up high. You’re going to want to see this shit.” They threw a upbeat song on and quickly figured out it was a girl fight selection of music. Brad and Dale high fived as they spent an hour putting the sound tracks together. Sahara looked at Brook and smiling she got into the wrestling pose and said “ready, cheeka?” Brook nodded and they came together slowly at first hands outstretched. They circled around each other. In the yoga pants each girls ass looked great. All of a sudden they came together in a clash. Both grabbed hair and their soft tummies slammed together. Neither was fat but they had a little pooch around their bodies. It happened by instinct. They had watched WWE on tv with their guys and also watched some wrestling porn and in the heat of the moment getting a hold of the other bitches hair seamed more satisfying. Both took pride in the tresses.
Neither was used to having hair pulled so the pain was very intense. Each pulled hard causing the other to pull harder. Blonde haired and brown haired girls yanking around the room. The matching outfits made it hard to tell who was who except by hair color. The ended up tumbling to the ground already breathing hard from the pain and excitement. Legs kicked as they attempted to roll for top position as they refused to let their hair hold go. They ended up sitting facing each other as their legs balance them. They sat arm’s length apart as they pulled on each other’s hair. They moved closer bringing their legs together till Sahara was sitting on Brooks thighs and she wrapped her legs around Brooks’s side. She hooked her feet together and began to squeeze Brooks middle section.
Brook released her hair hold and tried to push Sahara’s meaty but firm thighs to break her hold. Sahara held strong as she felt Brook losing balance Brook rolled to the side with Sahara’s legs tighten on her middle section. She began to panic and started slapping at Sahara wildly and kicking with her legs to try and move out of reach. Sahara had brought one hand to balance her on the floor but the other was firmly holding a good amount of blonde hair. Brooks wild swings made contact with her arms and one hit stung her cheek. She was sure Brook would give momentarily so she held on. Brook continued to swing at Sahara and figured out that she couldn’t push away from her advisory so she started pushing into her. She could breathe better and managed to get to her knees. Her panic feeling abated. She had never been in a full on physical fight with another person. And when she had play wrestled it was with people much larger than her.
Sahara had her leg lock broken as Brook pressed her body into Sahara’s. Sahara was forced to spread her legs wide as Brook pressed her into the floor. Sahara still had a handful of Blonde hair but Brook was able to freely slap at face, arm and chest. Sahara fought to control one of brooks hands with her free one as she felt Brook press her legs almost over her head. Now Sahara was having trouble breathing as her 100 pound advisory was using her weight to press her legs over her head. Brook grabbed Sahara’s legs to better cause her rivals legs to pretzel over her head. Sahara tried yanking on Brooks hair causing Brook to cry out in pain. It hurt like hell.
Brad and Dale where calling for a break but both girls angrily told them to stay out of this. Brad and Dale reluctantly agreed to stay away. Sahara was getting desperate and with her free hand she grabbed for Brooks top and pulled. Brook felt her do this and gave her a good smack across the face yelling “ you want to go there? Are you ready for this?” Sahara had clenched bared teeth as neither women was smiling now. Brook smacked again making contact causing Sahara to pull Brooks hair even harder. Brook took a knee and started slamming Sahara in her ass. The two where spent and locked in a stalemate. One more pull by Sahara got her reward as part of Brooks sports bra came loose and hang around her neck. Brook said “Fine, if this is how it’s going to be.” She reached behind Sahara and grabbed at her sports bra and began to pull on it. Sahara felt Brook go off balance and pushed with all her leg strength causing Brook to fall back taking half of Sahara’s bra to fall off of her.
Both girls tumbled with Brook ending up on her butt and Sahara happy to be able to put her legs down. She rolled over and both stood at the same time though they did not immediately attack. They were starting to redress as they both had a bare breast showing. Brook yelled “ you going to play this?” Sahara said “ it’s fair game, bitch.” Brook said “fine, just don’t rip this.” They charged at each other not wanting to give the other time to put her tit away. They realized their one breast was showing but they wanted at each other. As they struggled their single tit swung wildly in the air. The sports bra half choking them. Each time one tried to put her tit back in the bra the other blocked it. They pushed each other around the living room. The guys were cheering with excitement. They tumbled to the ground rolling all around. Sahara got on Brooks back and Brook felt Sahara’s breast on her back. That feel of soft pillowy flesh on hers was both repulsive and exciting. Sahara also felt her breast touching another girls body. Brook got her off and they both ended up on knees. They moved together and found hair and pulled. Their free breast swung as they pulled and yanked hair but kept from locking up. A few good smacks with open hands to heads made them realize their sports bras where hindering their ability to move their arms. They both looked at each other as they broke apart. Sahara said to brook “ you ready to go all the way?” Brook bared her teeth and said “ right now I just want a piece of you.” Sahara threw her sports bra off and flung it at the guys yelling “ here you go, boys. Take a good look.” Sahara looked at Brook saying “we see the boys wrestle topless.” Brooks looked at Sahara and said “it’s not the same.” Brook looked at Sahara how kneeling topless. She looked at Brad and then Dale and reached above her head and took her top off, too. Just as she did this Sahara fake charged her. Brook flinched and Sahara laughed.
The two where breathless but the guys held their word and didn’t interfere .They thought this was still all in fun. Brooks breasts where slightly more puffy giving the impression of being larger. Sahara’s nipples where a darker shade and her nipples where a bit bigger. They made eye contact and took a moment to size each other up. Each time they moved a knee their breasts bounced. They met moved together and quickly began grabbing hair. With each yank the jiggle of bare breasts and ass cheeks was memorizing to the boys. No longer did the girls notice their boyfriends or what they said and neither was aware of their nakedness. Breathing hard they whipped each other around the room until Sahara tripped over the arm of the couch the boys where sitting on. The girls reengaged and met in a barehug in the middle of the living room. Slaps applied to backs as each tried to push or pull the other over. Soft bare stomachs pressed together as soft pillow breasts pressed together.
They fell to the ground and began rolling body to body. Hands switching from grabbing hair to slapping at the back of each other’s head and backs. They ended side by side brining knees into play as they tried kicking at each other and kicking at shins and feet. Steely brown eyes met Steely blue eyes as each was getting tired and in pain from the leg attack. They hugged bringing their bodies back together. Brook got a hold of Sahara’s hair and pulled her head back with Sahara doing the same to Brook. Each tried to roll on top of the other as their leg battle continued. Brook managed to get her shapely thigh over Sahara’s hip and half mount her. Sahara held on to Brook tight. The feel of her sweaty breasts against hers was erotic and repulsive at the same time. Through gritted teeth she hissed “ I hate the feel of your sweaty tits against mine.” Brook hissed back “ not on my top ten list, either. Your freakishly large nipples are like knives.” Sahara just hugged tighter thrusting her chest out.” Brook began to feel powerless and empowered at the same time. She had agreed to this fight and was now fighting another girl. One that she could beat but one that was well matched to her. Her ego over road her fear of losing. She had competed with other girls in silly ways her whole life but this was a physical contest and now she had exposed her breasts and one of the things that made her feel like a women were being used as weapons. Sahara felt the urge to retreat. Her breasts where important to her and the pain was real. Her nipples where large and she knew she was able to inflict pain on Brook’s tits but hers where being battered and she could feel them turning black and blue. This was new to her but her ego made her continue. Feeling Brooks’s breasts against hers was exciting and had her scared. She thought she would easily win but she was feeling the pain of Brooks tits on hers. Her precious globes were being battered by Brook’s. Her only solace was knowing that her pain was mirrored on Brook’s pretty face. She was fighting another women as only women could fight.
Brook broke her hold and got Sahara on her back as Sahara leg go of Brooks hair they fought with hands swinging wildly. Brook began to move up to better pin Sahara. Sahara noticed the hanging utters of Brook and Brook fought with all her might but couldn’t keep Sahara from grabbing hold of both her breasts and digging nails into her breasts. Brook let out a howl and tried to break Sahara’s hold but quickly reverted to grabbing Sahara’s and squeezed. Each pulled hard. “You squeeze harder and so will I” “I’m going to rip these right off of you, bitch!” “Let go, no you let go!” Brook began to cry from pain and frustration. Through barred teeth Sahara’s blue eyes where welled up in tears, too. They were attacking each other they were attacking each other’s womanhood. The feel of the others women’s nails in their breast flesh as they felt their hands and nails in their advisories tits. A moment both girls felt the arms of their men pull them apart. Both girls where kicking and screaming even getting in a few smacks to each other’s ass’. Not wanting to be separated “Let me at her!” “You promised you wouldn’t interfere.” Each was whisked away to separate rooms. Both girls were pissed. “You promised, you F*ckin’ promised!” They both reassured the girls that this wasn’t necessary and at the end of it all they needed to be friends. The girls were left without a true victory and they were pissed. Each thought it would be an easy fight and they found out the other girl was strong. Just as strong as they were. Their boyfriends saw the fear in each girls eyes and couldn’t bear to see them continue the fight, right then. Brook couldn’t wear a bra for several days her bruised breasts hurt like hell. Every time she put on a shirt the pain she felt in her hair and tits reminded her of Sahara. Sahara had suffered the same pain and the fact that she had been topless with other women and fought and was not allowed to finish the battle made her really angry. Secretly she was happy the guys had broken them up. She thought it would be an easy win. She had watched a few of Dale’s videos and it looked easy. But this battle had been longer then she expected. She wasn’t sure how would win. It wasn’t a school yard scrap but a fight for physical, psychological and sexual dominance. Matching her prized tits against another bitches was something she had never done before. Next time she would be better prepared.
