WRITERS: Augur, BarbiDoll,
, Canary, Dellcartoons, Nastia, NeoCortex, Spear, Susanoom, TheBeastOfBrayRoad, TheOrangeMan and Anubisx
This story is a collaborative work of several writers. Each had worked on different sections, each built on a word chosen at random. In this way, without knowing what the others were writing, they have blindly constructed a narrative that has been adjusted and further developed by Anubisx.
The randomly generated words used have been, in alphabetical order:
Beat, Bitch, Bitter, Bulge, Chest, Close, Colorful, Compromise, Confession, Convention, Dirty, Easy, Enjoy, Exact, Face, Fist, Flesh, Force, Fruit, Get, Glory, Guard, Guilt, Highway, Ignore, Infection, Isolation, Load, Loud, Minute, Noble, Outline, Penetrate, Raise, Rotate, Second, Sound, Stride, Supress, Swing, Tender, Tip, Travel, Trick, Trousers, Twilight, Unleash, Vein, Vigorous, Voice, Ward, Watch, Water, Withdrawal, Zone.
––– I –––
Shanghai had been closed for half a year because of the epidemic. For an Anglo-Indian waitress based in Leeds like Kara Singh that might seem like a distant problem, but the reality is that the city shutdown had happened just when her Chinese boyfriend, Jae Bing, was there visiting his family. During that long period, she had kept communicating with him through video calls—many of them really hot and spicy, with the brown-eyed brunette pleasuring her boyfriend with her petite but curvy young body. What she didn’t know, however, was that the man had arranged well to split the daily video call time between her and another woman who also called him boyfriend. That other girlfriend was none other than Rebecca Smith, a red-haired, green-eyed beauty with a title of baroness that wasn’t worth the paper it was printed on because it didn’t come with any property, money or profit. But, more notably, Rebecca was the woman Kara hated the most in the whole world.
Finally, to Kara’s surprise, the outbreak in Shanghai appeared to be under control, with the invading virus in withdrawal. The city shutdown was lifted and, unable to bear the loneliness and her heart’s desire any longer, Kara immediately bought a plane ticket to fly to Shanghai. On the nearly fifteen-hour flight from London, Kara couldn’t stop thinking hotly about how much she missed her boyfriend’s big cock. She was so impatient to get there that she didn’t even notice that, two dozen seats behind her, Rebecca was traveling to Shanghai as well.
But everything changed in those long hours of flight. The epidemic situation in Shanghai unexpectedly worsened, so the Chinese government had no choice but to close the city again. As soon as Kara got off the plane, the new outbreak and the suspicions of some positive cases in the flight forced her and the rest of the passengers to be sent to an isolation hospital. In a final turn of events, she was randomly placed in the same ward as Rebecca—although she didn’t know it yet. So, as Kara was taken by cab to her destination, the woman had no idea what was in store for her that night.
––– II –––
Dressed in pink short trousers, a white blouse and thigh-high black leather boots, Kara dragged her suitcase through the halls of the hospital—a labyrinthine, gigantic building built in record time because of the needs of the pandemic. Despite hiding a large part of her face behind a mask, the olive-skinned beauty managed to attract the attention of those she encountered in the corridors thanks to her attractive brown eyes, but it was undoubtedly her sexy body that demanded more glances. Even though she was only five foot four, Kara used to be in the spotlight with her plump D-cup breasts and round ass, whether she was working in a pub in Leeds or, against all odds, in a hospital in Shanghai.
“Excuse me,” Kara asked a nurse. Despite the long time she had been with Jae Bing, her pronunciation of Mandarin was still quite poor. “Ward 44?”
“On the left, just at the end,” the other woman answered. “Between tonight and tomorrow we will do the tests for you and your ward partner, but if you want to rest and not be disturbed, hang something on the door. We can do the tests in the morning without any problem.” The nurse made besides leaving, but seemed to remember something. “Oh, we left some fruit in your room.”
“Thanks,” the brunette said, running her tongue across her fleshy mouth. She had eaten something on the plane, but she was starting to feel a little hungry.
Giving a nod of her head in goodbye, Kara turned down the hallway to the left and walked through a very long corridor until, finally, she saw a half-open door with a ‘44’ on it. But, as she was about to walk into the ward, she suddenly heard a soft, whispering voice, masquerading its underlying arrogance with a sweet, almost princess-like tone.
“Why the hell do I have to wait in this second-rate hospital?” The words were heard beyond the door. “And this is the food I get? Really?”
Kara immediately recognized Rebecca Smith’s vomit-inducing voice—how could she not, if that voice and hers had been entangled in multiple furious and heated shouting matches over the years, where ‘slut’ and ‘bitch’ counted as the nicest words they said. Kara’s and Rebecca’s voices were longtime enemies who share a deep-seated disgust for each other, only trumped by the hatred their bodies feel for their enemy.
What is this whore doing here?! Kara thought, unable to believe it. As the petite brunette heard that terrible excuse for a voice, her mood sunk instantly down to the floor. What the fuck is she doing in Shanghai?!
Kara’s rivalry with Rebecca had already been going on for ten years, since that summer when they met the beautiful and shy Charlette Frossard. Years later, with the French beauty still in memory, Kara had been caught by surprise when she discovered that Rebecca had started dating her sister Beth, turning foes into sisters-in-law. The personal problems between Kara and Rebecca had escalated at that time and, somehow, it had caused Beth to move away from both of them putting an ocean in between by moving to New York—something the brunette still hadn’t forgiven the other woman for. The hatred had led the two to engage in a series of physical fights, always inconclusive, before Kara decided to push Rebecca’s toxic presence out of her life for good.
Now, a year and a half after their last meeting, the arrogant redhead was coming back into Kara’s life in the most unexpected way possible. Peeking into the hospital room, the brunette felt her heart race as she saw her bitter nemesis right there, wearing black short trousers and a red blouse, as well as thigh-high crimson leather boots. In her hand she held a succulent pear, already half-eaten, which she must have taken from the bowl full of fruit on a small table next to one of the walls of the ward.
Following an uncontrollable instinct that combined hunger and hatred, Kara entered the ward, slammed the door shut behind her and ripped off her mask and threw it on the floor as she headed in the direction of the redhead with quick steps. As if Rebecca had some developed sixth sense concerning her opponent, she turned to see the brunette coming toward her even before the door was slammed.
“You,” the long-time enemies grunted at the same time.
Kara started to shook with rage. Her hands clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white from pressure. She stepped forward until both rivals were nose to nose, the pear falling out of Rebecca’s fingers and rolling on the floor. Angry gazes burned into each other, Kara knowing that her nemesis was as furious as she was, as willing to escalate after so long without seeing each other. Their young, petite bodies pressed into each other with some force, pushing muscle against muscle, Rebecca just one inch taller than Kara. The redhead’s rapid breath was touching the brunette’s lips, and Kara wanted to ram her fist into that pretty face. But she could not—she dared not to escalate here, she had to think of the consequences. Instead she pushed herself deeper into that sexy body, and Rebecca pressed back, their full lips almost touched.
“What are you fucking doing here?” the redhead spat out. “More than a year saving me from seeing your repulsive face, and you have to show up in Shanghai?”
“I can say the same, Rebecca,” Kara replied. “I’ve come to see my boyfriend, and I have to meet you and your hideous face.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing my boyfriend now more than ever, after seeing you,” Rebecca grunted. “You’re uglier than I remembered.”
“You are really disgusting inside and out,” the brunette growled. “I can’t wait to lose sight of you and forget you while I fuck Jae Bing.”
“Jae Bing?” the other woman said. “For your own sake I hope it’s a coincidence that your man has the same name as mine.”
There was a short pause in the discussion, with Kara’s mind rapidly and furiously thinking about the possibility mentioned by the woman she hated.
“A very tall, stocky Chinese man?” she asked staring into Rebecca’s green eyes. “Dark eyes? Nearly shaved hair? Works as a lawyer?”
“Yes…” Something changed in her rival’s gaze, a fire dilating her pupils in hundredths of a second. “And he came here to visit his family? His father and his two sisters?”
“Leizu and the little Qiao?” Kara requested.
“Of course…” Rebecca hissed after a brief, tense silence. “Of course you had to go after my man too…”
“It’s my man, girl,” the dark-haired groaned, suddenly pushing Rebecca two steps backwards. She knew that it was inevitable: they would fight soon—but first, more trash-talking. “I’m going to kick your ass.”
“Taking you down will be just like you around the boys,” Rebecca smiled with arrogance. “Easy.”
“I’m going shove my foot so far up your pussy I’ll kick out your teeth,” Kara replied.
“Your big damn feet won’t fit in my pussy,” the redhead grunted. “It’s not like that Grand Canyon you call a cooze!”
“You wanna talk small? Your tits!” the brunette spat out. “Don’t worry, though. I’ll punch them so hard they’ll swell up to normal!”
“The only reason your tits are bigger than mine is ‘cause you’re so fat!” Rebecca countered—the difference between boobs wasn’t even one cup, but it was undeniable that Kara’s Ds outweighed Rebecca’s Ds.
“I’ll rip your lesser tits off and display them in a trophy case!” the Anglo-Indian beauty threatened. “If I can find a trophy case small enough!”
“Bitch!” the aristocrat yelled.
“Whore!!” the waitress roared back.
“Stupid cxnt!!!” The redhead charged the one-inch-lower brunette, finally getting the fight started.
––– III –––
After so many brawls, Kara knew how Rebecca fought. She hunkered down and, when the redhead collided, she flipped over the brunette, landed on her back.
“Oof!” Despite the heavy impact, the redhead was still conscious, but it was obvious to Kara that Rebecca had just had the wind knocked out of her. The brunette moved on top of her, in guard position, and rained fists down on her rival’s face, breasts and belly. But Rebecca also knew how Kara fought, and how to respond, so in no time she was knocking the brunette aside to mount her and return the assault of blows against Kara, punching cheeks and chin, boobs and belly until the waitress managed to push Rebecca off of her.
Jumping to their feet and taking a stride forward angrily, the petite women clashed, their noses brushing each other, their eyes burning in the others. The anger and jealousy within them kept pushing them to prove more and more to each other, so they immediately started grabbing as much flesh as they could from the other sexy body as they mutually ripped their blouses. Kara felt her D-cup breasts burst free of the fabric covering them, her blouse torn apart by Rebecca’s nails, and she herself teared apart the foe’s red cloth to reveal the aristocrat’s bra-free plump glands.
“Dirty bitch!” the redhead gasped.
“You arrogant sow!” the brunette spat out, managing to push back Rebecca until she hit her against a wall. “Get a load of this babe!” She laughed, pushing her rival harder up against the wall. “Fuck my boot!” Kara ordered, hammering her thigh-high black leather into Rebecca’s trousers-covered crotch. The other young woman groaned in pain and pleasure as Kara mentally shouted: I have her, she is mine!
Exultant, the waitress stepped back and, without a warning, slapped the redhead’s naked boobs as hard as she can. The sound of pounded meat ringed through the place as her enemy screamed in pain. But again Rebecca quickly recovered, slapping Kara’s magnificent breasts in return, creating an equally loud sound. Now it was the brunette’s turn to yell, just before she gave the other woman’s bosoms another slap—that time even harder. Rebecca retaliated and, for a few minutes, the rivals just slapped each other’s boobs like madwomen, both stepping forward and backward, right and left in battle.
“You should never have brought your ugly tits to Shanghai, bitch in heat!” Kara said as she slapped harder and harder, so deeply focused on hurting Rebecca as much as she could that she didn’t register that one of the aristocrat’s hands wasn’t slapping her nude pair anymore. But a few seconds later she did, as Rebecca slapped hard on her covered pussy. Even through her pink shorts, Kara could feel Rebecca hitting and rubbing her unexpectedly hard clit with all her hand, making her squeal in pain and pleasure alike, her disturbing cry filling the ward.
“You weak, horny tramp!” Rebecca howled as she threw her other hand against Kara’s crotch. The brunette managed to pull back in time, the two topless beauties separating after the first brief assault.
Kara opened her mouth to insult her nemesis but, to her surprise, Rebecca wasn’t interested in another exchange of verbal assaults. Turning her back on the brunette, the other petite woman pulled her black shorts down, revealing her naked magnificence. As Kara’s brown eyes were transfixed on her amazing behind, Rebecca turned and looked her straight in the eye before gave her rival for the love of the same man a final warning.
“As a matter of convention, I get to choose how I humiliate you after I break you,” the propertyless baroness said with her usual cocky voice. “I’m gonna smother that unappealing face of yours with this gorgeous ass, I promise.”
Kara was staring intently at that naked butt. Surely that bitch knew she was looking as she kept her bent down position much longer than necessary—now Rebecca was even shaking her hips slightly. The brunette was fuming with anger at herself but she couldn’t pry her eyes from the outline of the two perfectly round, full cheeks under the light of the hospital.
“I thought we were fighting, not in a strip club,” Kara grunted but, even so, she began to take off her own trousers. Like Rebecca, she was also not wearing panties, so they both found themselves facing each other naked except for their high boots. Nothing similar had happened in previous fights—at the most, they had ended up topless on two or three occasions—but Kara felt something different electrify the air at that moment.
Watching Rebecca from six or seven paces away, Kara immediately noticed her nemesis staring at her, seemingly amused, pleased with the situation. The noble even blew her a kiss, and the brunette couldn’t suppress her anger, bothered by the arrogance of the woman who kept teasing her.
“The important thing now is that no one interrupts us,” Rebecca continued to take the initiative. “Kick your shorts to me.”
Kara did it, and Rebecca picked up both trousers. Then she walked over to the door and, after tying them together in a knot of pink and black fabric, hung them from the handle on a makeshift ‘Do not disturb’ sign. Meanwhile, still hungry, Kara walked over to the bowl of fruit, and began to satiate herself. Rebecca soon joined her, the two sexual rivals devouring fructose before trying to beat each other.
“After I kick that fat ass of yours, you’ll stop fucking Jae Bing,” Kara said, biting into a thick banana. “His cock is mine, and no one else’s.”
“You cxnt,” Rebecca hissed back. “We are finally naked and alone, so don’t think this is gonna solve only who has exclusive access to some cock.”
“Oh, that’s clear, bitch,” the waitress spat out. “After years of putting up with you thinking you’re better than me, you’re stronger, smarter and hotter than me, today I’m finally gonna prove to you how wrong you’ve been all along.”
As she spoke, Kara was feasting her eyes on the breathtakingly beautiful form of her rival. Her pupils wandered up and down the smooth skin looking for imperfections, looking for weak points were she could easily claim her own sexy body would be superior. But she had reluctantly admit to herself that Rebecca’s body looked too much like hers, despite the small differences in breasts, thighs and buttocks—not an exact copy, but painfully close.
Kara’s anger and hatred rose to new heights as, suddenly, both petite beauties grabbed the last strawberry—one that was almost as big as one of their palms—at the same time. They desperately tried to pull it to their side, but they were evenly matched, and it doesn’t move an inch. Then, in an unexpected turn of events, the rivals dragged their mouths simultaneously to the fruit and take a big bite, both trying to eat more of it. Kara gasped as their teeth scraped against each other as they ripped the strawberry perfectly in half. As her part of the fruit entered her mouth, the brunette shot her tongue into the redhead’s mouth to catch the other half before she can swallow it, but Rebecca had the same plan. The tongues collided between their mouths, as the strawberry halves glided down the throats. Kara get angry and licked over her foe’s tongue with her own, trying to absorb the rest of the fruit’s scent out of her unworthy mouth. The cocky aristocrat licked back and, for a few minutes, the antagonists just tongued furiously each other to rob the other of the last strawberry’s taste.
“How long have you wanted this?” Rebecca groaned against the waitress’ tongue. “I’m sure you wanted me to fuck you instead of your sister.”
“You ginger bitch, you are the one who has long desired me,” Kara gasped in response. She had never hated Rebecca as much as she did in that moment of mutual licking, but the reality was that she didn’t understand how things had blown up in such an unexpected way. The Anglo-Indian woman tried to justify herself with the frustrating lack of sex she had been suffering from for a long time, but deep down she sensed that there was something more going on.
“Just shut up, cxnt,” the sexy, arrogant redhead whispered as both pairs of strawberry-flavored mouths threatened each other at close range.
“You shut up.” Kara let herself go and stepped forward until her erected nipples almost touched her rival’s. “Dirty sucker.”
With a quick look into each other, both young women confirmed that they were ready and willing to escalate. They stepped up, and boobs met boobs head to head. Both beauties gasped as their nipples reacted simultaneously, all four already erected rods growing even harder and longer while sending waves of unbearable pleasure through both enemies’ nervous systems. Kara and Rebecca stared down at their nipples, waiting for the others to bend and shy down, but their erect shafts stood proud, pressing and holding the pressure against their opponents—each female had to acknowledge that both sets of nipples were the exact same width.
“Sorry, bitch, but my nipples are longer,” Kara breathed, obviously, frustratingly aroused, but still infuriated and competitive to the point of even arguing about nipples.
“No way, cxnt, my nipples are much longer,” Rebecca spat back, getting into the game right away. “Let’s compare side to side.”
On an improvised count of three, each women pulled back, freeing their nipples from their head to head duel. The boobs bounced from the released pressure and, slowly, the rivals guided their nipples to slide along each other. Kara couldn’t help but whimper from the hyper-sensual movement of pink flesh against pink flesh, but at least she took comfort in hearing the same sexy sounds emerge from Rebecca’s throat. Then, the four nipples touched the enemy’s areola at the same time, proving to the brunette each rod was the exact same length.
“This proves nothing,” Kara exhaled, just to find to her surprise that she was pinching Rebecca’s nipples as the redhead was pinching hers—mutual hatred was really driving them. The brunette squeezed her fingers as strongly as she could, and it was obvious to her that her nemesis was doing the same. The pain was beyond pain, but neither woman allowed herself the luxury of screaming. A vein stood out on the noble’s forehead as the waitress grimaced, tears welled in both beauties’ eyes… Then Kara screamed and let go, pushing away Rebecca’s hands and putting her own hands over her aching nipples.
“Ha!” the redhead smiled. “Your fat girls are so fragile. I’m sure you can’t even give Jae Bing a decent titfuck. Poor guy…”
“He has zero complaints about my big tits, Rebecca,” Kara replied. “Unlike you, who have every reason in the world to complain about my pair. Don’t think I haven’t noticed all the jealous looks you’ve been giving them,” she said, grabbing her heavy glands from underneath and showing them off in front of the green eyes of her rival.
“After all these years, you still think I’m jealous of your boobs, really?” the baroness grunted, glaring at Kara as she raised both eyebrows. “Not even in your wettest dreams could you have a pair as firm and sexy as mine, Kara.”
“Admit it, skank. You just wish you had tits even half as hot as mine,” the brunette barked.
“Well, if you are so sure about that, what are you waiting for, ugly slut?” the redhead hissed, gesturing to the other woman to come closer. “I don’t have all day. Get those saggy udders over here so I can flatten them with my better, denser set.”
“Keep dreaming, you stupid tramp. My jugs will grind your ugly little sacks to paste if we push them together,” Kara shot back. “You want to fight this dirty, your tits against mine, well, you’ve got it!”
––– IV –––
No one in the gigantic hospital complex could even imagine what was going on in ward 44. Two petite beauties, brunette and redhead, were facing each other topless in the center of the room, their D-cup breasts touching together, their eyes, brown and green, fixed with hatred and envy on each other’s gorgeous faces. The road of hatred and rivalry had been a long one for both of them, but somehow it seemed that at that moment, thousands of miles away from home, something conclusive, decisive could finally happen between them—as that wasn’t their usual catfight.
“Any last words before I turn your soft, arrogant tits into pancakes?” Kara finally whispered after a full minute of tense exchanges of glances.
“With those puffed-up pillows?” Rebecca huffed. “I doubt it. My superior chest will crush your second-rate jugs without much trouble.”
“You better be good at eating pussy, ‘cause after I’ve flattened you, that dirty mouth of yours will spend the whole day paying reparations,” the brunette hissed.
“Oh, so that’s how you wanna play it?” the redhead’s expression changed slightly, her lips slowly curling into a conceited grin. “You can keep denying it, girl, but I knew you’d been lusting after me all this time. I guess all those stories about you batting for both teams like I do weren’t just rumors…” Rebecca smirked.
“Just because I don’t talk openly about my sex life as a whore like you do doesn’t mean that I deny that I also like girls,” Kara responded. “But I only go after real women, not cheap sluts like you.”
“I’m more of a woman than you will ever be, Kara,” the green-eyed noble growled.
“You wish, Rebecca, you wish,” the Anglo-Indian beauty murmured. “And now, let’s settle this.”
Deciding to test waters a bit, Kara bumped her bust into her adversary’s with greater force. The impact caused Rebecca’s breasts bulge out slightly, but Kara’s own pair reacted in the same way, denting in a bit before the firm titflesh sprang back and regained its usual pert appearance. Both sets of thick bosoms jiggled deliciously as they rebounded back into shape. The petite brunette shoved forward again, only to see the redhead’s boobs compress in a mirror image to her own before instantly regaining their sensuous form.
The slow, hard duel continued for minutes in almost complete silence. As the women kept shoving and grinding their pert breasts against the opposing pair, each could feel the firm, dense flesh of their rival resist their own, yielding only slightly. The four breasts did compress and push inward, but met a point, almost identical on each boob, where they held the rest of their shape. Kara was unable to stifle her groan as she watched Rebecca’s glands press against hers, forcing the dusky orbs to displace noticeably as they struggled to keep the other woman’s now pinkish-toned jugs at bay. She could also sense the redhead’s nipples digging into her teats, causing further discomfort. To Kara’s consternation, it seemed that Rebecca was even firmer than she looked.
In a moment of the breast fight, the arrogant, hot noble reared back, no doubt to launch a counter offensive, but Kara, annoyed by the amount of resistance the other woman’s rack was putting up, changed tactics. She swung her D-cup orbs from the left so that her right gland slammed into the side of Rebecca’s right breast. Ripples of flesh shook and waved as the other woman’s firm teat absorbed the violent blow. Though the thump was obviously painful, it didn’t take long for Rebecca to reply in kind. She unleashed a volley of blows at Kara, and even tried to pull her rival into them, wrapping her arms around the one-inch-lower brunette’s neck. Kara seemed surprised at the sudden turn, and couldn’t hold back a grunt when Rebecca’s nipples met her own dead-on during one of the impacts. The redhead seemed to feel it too, as she immediately set out to dismantling the waitress’ tips with her own rock-hard nipples. Unfortunately for Rebecca, Kara seemed to have read her mind—she quickly pulled her foe into a close embrace, wrapping her long, toned arms around the stunned woman’s back and squeezing hard. Rebecca’s eyes widened as she felt Kara’s lean body press into hers—and not only at the busts because, in spite of the generous size of their breasts, the comparable builds of the young enemies let both also feel each other’s flat, toned abs straining against her own stomach. Each woman grunted as their petite bodies slid and pressed together, hissing while they stared daggers at the other’s eyes.
With a strained grimace in front of Kara’s face, the redheaded fighter began to roll her boobs from side to side, grinding and pushing the brunette backwards, planting her firm, round boobs into Kara’s with carefully engineered twists of her shoulders. The waitress did her best to imitate the motion, pushing her bosoms against Rebecca’s rack in a classic test of firmness. At the same time, she tried to maneuver her nipples to keep meeting her nemesis’ tip-to-tip. Rebecca’s groan indicated Kara’s success, but the redhead continued to twist and turn her body around, causing a string of pained, breathless gasps to leave the brunette’s lips as she felt the pressure from Rebecca’s jugs forcing her own backward, their sweaty, naked busts struggling against one another in an intensely intimate way.
“Fucking bitch!” Kara hissed, just before she found herself passionately kissing the woman she hated. For a full minute, the tongues of the rivals fought, with the waitress now feeling the other female’s nipples burrowing into their own flesh. Breaking the kiss, Kara slammed her big boobs forward, slapping the competing pair. Brutally, she began to move left and right, each breast battling the opponent’s glands, the brunette dominating in her relentless, powerful breast swaying.
“Nasty cxnt!” Rebecca groaned, immediately striking back with her own fat bosoms to force both beauties to groan in pain and even the fight back up.
As their young bodies collided and their heavy breasts met in full force, Kara began to notice another proud part of her figure unexpectedly colliding with its equivalent in Rebecca’s sexy body. Her clitoris—hard and erect as never before to her surprise—was stabbing into their counterpart with hateful force, instantly starting a fencing match.
“How the fuck did I let you do this to me, you fucking whore?” the beautiful brunette-haired femme wailed, suddenly frustrated and humiliated. Getting tangled up with the detestable baroness in a sex duel wasn’t exactly what she had planned when they started the fight. She could blame her enemy for dragging her into it, but the truth was that she herself had not had much trouble accepting such a dirty challenge.
“This is how it must be done, dirty cxnt,” Rebecca gasped, her hard clitoris touching aggressively Kara’s aroused weapon.
“You bitch,” she roared. “If this is how I must measure myself against you and how I must beat you, with everything I’ve got, then I will do it.”
The certainty of how the duel was to end made Kara tremble from head to foot but, at the time, it didn’t matter to the seductive Anglo-Indian waitress—she was now more than determined to end that feud once and for all and settle the question of guilt that hanged over both of them since years, no matter how she did it. After she won, Kara thought, Rebecca finally would admit her culpability and confess that Kara wasn’t responsible for her sister’s disappearance and that the redhead, at the time girlfriend, was solely at fault in driving Beth away. After years of both of them constantly shifting the blame from one to the other, that fight will finally solve who made her sister leave and take the mantle of guilt away from Kara. After that victory, she will be free.
––– V –––
It couldn’t have happened without a compromise between the two sides. No one can be happy without knowing the truth. Life is about certainties after all, and they both needed it. So, in the midst of the desperate breast and clitoral clashes, Kara and Rebecca found themselves arguing about what was going to happen and what it was going to mean.
“Is this the pussy Jae Bing has been fucking?” Kara exhaled. “Now I understand why my sister left you.”
“We’re gonna resolve Beth’s issue here and now, see who was to blame for that, you or me,” Rebecca grunted. “In fact, we’re gonna resolve everything: Beth, Jae Bing…Charlette.”
The French beauty, again. Kara remembered her name almost every night, even ten years after that first roll in the hay with another woman. From hearsay, she knew that Rebecca had also had an affair with Charlette, although she had never known who got into the nice-looking girl’s pants first.
“You had to get between me and Charlette,” Kara spat out, forcing her breasts and clitoris harder against the redhead’s. “She was gonna be mine, only mine, and you chased her away too.”
“She belonged to me, not to you,” Rebecca replied with her mouth and her body, blow to blow. “If you had just stayed away from us…”
Kara and Rebecca, brunette and blonde, waitress and baroness, had met in other fights before, but now that their French crush had been mentioned, the conflict had become something much more special. What had started as an angry duel over their shared boyfriend and extended into the painful past with Beth, now reached the real reason for all the animosity between the two petite beauties—now they were fighting for the heart of the woman they both really love: Charlette Frossard.
“Just feel my hard clit against your soft thing and dare to tell me that she prefers you to me,” Kara challenged.
“The only one with a soft clit and a soft pussy here is you, girl,” Rebecca retorted. “Deal with it and fuck you.”
The petite brunette became very aware the infection of their sexual and mutual provocation was increasing quickly. She couldn’t help but smile in a wicked way as she felt her cxnt tingled madly, her clitoris never ceasing to bump against her rival’s.
“Why don’t we check who has a soft pussy and who has a hard one?” Kara said. “Why don’t we confront them for real?”
“Do you want to fight with our pussies?” Rebecca murmured. “Damn, I’ve really turned you on.”
“Well, darling, the possibility of fighting and beating you with sex is something that doesn’t happen every day,” the waitress purred. “I have to tell you that getting your brains fucked out by me until is something you definitely must experience to truly appreciate it. Ask Jae Bing…or, better yet, ask Charlette.”
“Bitch!” The aristocrat sped up her breast and clitoral pounding, and Kara quickly quickened to match her. “We’ve measured each other with arms and legs for years, even with tits and nipples right now, and you’ve seen what I’m capable of, but since you seem obsessed with me humiliating you in every possible way, let’s do it! I’m gonna show you that I’ve fucked Charlette better!”
“Pussy against pussy until one cums first!” Kara grunted.
“I’m gonna love beating you using my pussy, forcing you to cum!” Rebecca almost yelled. “Seems to me the best way to finish you off! Let’s fuck the fuck out of you!”
The two pubes advanced at the same time. A loud, wet, satisfying smack echoed through the room as the swollen vulva lips crashed into each other for the first time. The gladiatrices’ eyes rolled back, their teeth gnashed, and a twin moan escaped from their throats, pain and pleasure being one and the same. After a second of hesitation, Kara and Rebecca parted their hips, gathered renewed female energy and rammed against each other again. Kara observed almost hypnotized how both pussies fucked each other at full speed for a minute, then three, and five, measuring vigor and resistance with each collision until stopping in unison with another thunderous stroke. The females embraced each other, panting in the center of the hospital ward, burning each other with their scorching bodies, soaking each other with slippery sweat.
“Tired, bitch?” the baroness whispered in Kara’s ear as the rivals’ hips slowly rubbed each other in rotating motions.
“You’re the one who looks to be on her last legs, slut,” the waitress replied, licking Rebecca’s earlobe.
The green-eyed beauty replied by digging her claws into Kara’s waist and pushing her bulging pussy into hers again. The brunette gasped before mimicking Rebecca’s grip to counterattack, and another long cxnt-to-cxnt assault began.
“My steel pussy will crush your slimy cxnt,” Rebecca whispered.
“You fucking dyke,” Kara groaned. “My perfect pussy will crush your filthy snatch, just like my nipples are doing with yours.”
“I’m gonna turn you into a complete dyke whore just pounding your cxnt with mine,” the redhead threatened. “Then you can pay homage to my victorious pussy with your dirty tongue.”
“I’m gonna break your pussy, just like that,” the brunette spat out. “Then I’ll let you eat me, which is what you’ve been wanting to do all along.”
“Bitch!” Kara could feel her rival’s warm breath on her face—every gasp, every groan, every whisper and every curse thrown by the opposing lips hitting her full face as they fucked each other.
With their legs entwined in an unbearable knot of strength, their lower thighs drenched, their sweaty abdomens pressed navel to navel, Kara and Rebecca tightly hugged each other with their nails tearing skin, bringing their pussies together over and over and over again, kissing slowly of shape, their D-cup boobs now tender due to the intense confrontation. The brunette and her nemesis had taken that highway together, to take their adversary to the finish line first, in a colorful spectacle, highly primitive and lustful, with both women intertwined with great lust and competition. It was the twilight in the midst of the darkness of sexuality and desire, light in its maximum splendor. It was as if their minds and bodies were rotating in a whirlwind of desire, obsession and jealousy. But there could only be one winner: the true alpha, the one and only true woman in sensuality and power. The other challenging girl was just a fake, a sex toy whose only goal was to be taken, to be dominated and raped by the alpha female.
For the next few minutes, the struggle intensified, with the beautiful gladiators starting to roll around on the floor in a ball of hot, wet flesh, roaring insults at each other, jostling for the top position incessantly. Neither ever managed to stay on top for long, as the one below moved her hips vigorously, offering total resistance. Their tight, solid pussies throbbed and throbbed with each impact. Kara’s pubic hair was swirling, completely soaked with sweat and her own and Rebecca’s pre-cum juices, her private skin reddened by the continuous rubbing from the redhead’s pubis.
Suddenly, a shared scream pierced Kara’s ears as both bellicose cxnts erupted at the same time, an earthquake of pleasure seemed to split them in half. Uncontrollably, the two sexy women merged their anatomies without leaving an inch between them as their mouths viciously fucked each other. The fire of the double orgasm spread through every cell of their bodies, their vaginas spitting several streams of hot fluid into each other. Kara’s eyes closed tightly as a series of flashes and explosions tore through her.
Without knowing how, the petite brunette suddenly found herself laying helplessly beneath the one-inch-larger blonde, Rebecca’s ass all but smothering her. Even visibly affected by the destructive orgasm, the noble woman had seized the opportunity—the redhead was so arrogant that Kara knew her rival believed she had the female match. Rebecca arched her back to show her boobs to their best advantage and gave them a vigorous shake.
“Stay down there… and enjoy, bitch,” Rebecca said, her sweaty ass holding Kara’s head to the floor. The petite, dominant redhead spat on the brunette’s cruelly rubbed and hammered pussy. “You’re losing.” On her back, the waitress felt Rebecca’s left hand on her throat…and two fingers being pushed deep in her cxnt. “You don’t have a chance, sweetheart! Better give up before it’s too late!” the redhead teased Kara. The Anglo-Indian brunette tried to resist, and even managed to get rid of ass smothering, but Rebecca quickly pinned her wrists above her head. Kara used her muscles in attempt to break free from the pinning hold but, after the hard orgasm, she simply wasn’t strong enough to turn the tables by brute force.
“I’m gonna finish you,” Kara threatened despite her position.
“Don’t make me laugh, you pathetic bitch,” Rebecca replied while she started rubbing both pussies together again.
Kara realized that her only chance to get on top was to trick her opponent into believing that she is already done. The one-inch-lower woman started to move together with her red-headed foe, moaning in pleasure, seemingly starting giving in to it. Her legs slowly fall off the rival’s sides, spreading on the floor, as she breathed heavily. Even though Kara was really horny, the exotic beauty kept overplaying her arousal.
“Yes, baby, just give up! You can’t resist such a strong and hot woman as me. Just accept it and relax,” the noble said seductively. “I want to hear your confession that you know I’m the better woman and the only one Charlette should be with. Tell me.” Rebecca relaxed for a moment, confident in her victory, releasing one of the brunette’s wrists and loosened the grip on another—that was her mistake.
The green-eyed noble’s words angered Kara and gave her the strength to turn the tables on her rival. She grabbed the hand out of her pussy and abruptly flipped the redhead onto her back—in that moment of maximum distraction, it only took her a second to roll the redhead to her back with one swift motion.
“W-what? How did you…” Rebecca was shocked and, before she fully realized it, the brunette intertwined their legs in a grapevine. Now the baroness tried to resist but, even if her muscles were strong, she was already weakened by the female battle, and was seriously aroused.
“Charlette will never be yours!!” she screamed as she mounted Rebecca. Again, big breasts and wet pussies collided and struggled to dominate the rival’s body, but the petite brunette got the upper hand as she started to penetrate the petite redhead with her fingers. There was a cry “aaagh” as Rebecca was fucked hard by Kara, the waitress knowing that she had her rival right where she wanted her. Lying on her rival’s chest, Kara slid her hand down to Rebecca’s pussy and invaded it with her fingers. The redhead moaned, as if struck by lightning, and her hips moved uncontrollably. The dominant beauty then leaned her head and started kissing her rival’s lips, poking her tongue into the rival’s mouth, dampening her moans. Her hand was moving in and out of Rebecca’s pussy, stroking her clit along the way. Kara knew that the shivering woman on the bottom was feeling her orgasm building fast, and that made her very aroused. Kara finally broke the kiss as her nemesis was obviously close to the climax. But after three, four more long minutes, Rebecca didn’t cum, much to Kara’s disgrace. Before she could help it, the brunette felt her fingers slip out of the other woman’s pussy—a missed opportunity for victory.
Mad with lust and hate, the busty antagonists drove their cxnts deeper into their enemy’s, inner pussy flesh pushing against inner pussy flesh as they tried to invade each other’s womanhood with all of theirs and squeeze it dry from the inside. Every piece of their labia was rubbed and mushed together as their pussy lips overlapped and kissed their opponent’s, making Kara hornier and wetter every second. Her juices also started to flow more as the precum mixes, another stage of the fight between the conjoined flesh happening right there. The beautiful waitress tried to add more precum and drowning Rebecca’s pussy in it, but the noble’s precum flowed against her with an equal stream. The precum contest intensified deep inside the cxnt flesh, every drop trying to defeat and overpower the adversary’s juices and overflow the other’s cxnt in gallons of precum.
“Shower my pussy with your cum, slut,” Kara gasped, withstanding with every ounce of energy she could muster.
Rebecca didn’t answer. The sheer force of their tribbing seemed to be shaking the hospital floor to its foundation. Both women locked in a deep kiss, pounding their pussies relentlessly, neither willing to give into the pleasure both were feeling. But more minutes passed, and Kara felt right on the verge of a second orgasm.
With desperation and panic, Kara managed to take the top position. She brought her sore pussy down to the redhead’s, fucking her clit hard and making her scream.
“Oh God!” Rebecca yelled. “N-no, please… I can’t…” she continued gasping and moaning, just a second before the arrogant noble had a massive squirting orgasm. “Please, stop!”
“Yes, sweetie…” Ignoring her plea, the brunette moved her lips to her rival’s ear as she absorbed the redhead’s climax. “Just relax and accept your defeat, you dirty whore,” she whispered seductively. Grinning, Kara licked and sucked Rebecca’s earlobe, savoring the moment. Her right hand locked for the orgasming pussy of the other beauty, and her other hand for the baroness’ neck, teasing it with the strokes of her fingertips. “You were so sure of yourself, but tonight I’m making you my bitch!” With that, she pushed her fingers further while squeezing the redhead’s big clit. Her foe screamed and orgasmed hard, spreading her hands and grabbing Kara’s dark hair in her fists.
When the long chain of orgasms finally subsided, Kara looked steadily at the sobbing noble on the floor as Rebecca got her first taste of a bitter sexual defeat. The Anglo-Indian woman laughed and continued caressing the redhead’s bikini zone for some time, as if claiming it for herself. As her rival slowly came into senses, Kara kissed her again, more tenderly this time. At some point she ended a kiss and put her forehead against forehead of the enemy.
“Well, you are my slave for the night, baby,” she said with a whisper, looking deeply into Rebecca’s teary eyes. “Didn’t mean to make you suffer, but it feels so good to tame a predator like you. You’ve met your conqueror, and you’ll never forget this night!”
“Please…” Rebecca mumbled, barely understandable. “I give. No more…”
But the brunette grabbed the redhead by her hair, ramming Rebecca’s face against Kara’s victorious cxnt, still aching from the long sexfight. Humiliated, the baroness started licking.
This! This is what it was all about, Kara thought. Not just the blowjob—though that was fun, the redhead seemed to know what to do down there. No, the important thing was the victory. The glory. The total domination and humiliation of her opponent. She was the best at fucking that Rebecca—though the redhead’s skills were a close second. And that was better than any sex could ever be.
Feeling tingling sensations, Kara pushed her cxnt against Rebecca’s face a little harder, and prepared for the night of pleasure, knowing that the woman she hated the most was in no position to argue, but about to cum hard again…
The next day, outside the ward, the nurse saw two women’s trousers pants tied together, a final reminder of the carnal drama that had occurred hours earlier.
––– VI –––
The phone rang, its tone echoing in the living room of the apartment on the outskirts of Montpellier. A delicate hand picked it up.
“Oui allo?” Charlette Frossard’s beautiful voice answered.
“My love,” Kara gasped six thousand miles away. Then, the petite brunette managed to articulate the most important words of her life. Five words. “I am the better woman.”
THE END
