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So, a brief explainer. The inspiration for this series was that I wanted to continue 7.5 and 7.14 The Duel Room: Office Mayhem - Stairs. Tbh, I felt it was a pity the story got buried in the other 16 other catfights I wrote for this massive saga. But for that I also wanted some backstory. So that was the inspiration for the Duel Room: A mother's perspective (which was posted in the titfight/sexfight forum). However, I later realized I fucked up the naming. So I'll just rename that and repost the story here. There's one new story. I'm also going to repost 7.5 and 7.14 (With some grammar errors fixed) under the name of Battling girlfriends 3 so as to not to confuse people who haven't read Office Mayhem.

So it'll go:

1. Battling Girlfriends 1 (Formerly known as A mother's perspective)
2. Battling Girlfriends 2 (NEW STORY)
3. Battling Girlfriends 3 (Also known as 7.5 and 7.14 Office Mayhem - Stairs). I'll post this about a week from now to fix some errors.


And then when I get some free time(schedule really packed up right now), I plan to continue with BG 4 and so on.

[justlooking9000]

9.1 The Duel Room: Battling Girlfriends (Formerly Known as A Mother's Perspective)
by justlooking9000
justlooking9000@live.com


Fan Rong remembered that fateful day as it was yesterday: She picked up the phone only hear her daughter’s outraged voice. The twenty-year old Huiyin (English name Elodie) had left for university 6 months ago and had taken a fancy for a Chinese boy called Li Song. The target for Elodie’s white hot fury soon became clear: a brazen Thai slut who pretended to steal what Elodie regarded as *her* man right under her!

Fan Rong felt Elodie’s contempt for her newfound rival oozing from her otherwise sweet voice.  She thought it more likely that Li Song had been seeing both girls at the same time, but that was beside the point. She listened patiently, just as her own mother had done when a 23-year-old Fan Rong had called about some “boy trouble.” Or more precisely, when she was looking for advice about how to get rid of the other woman. She told Elodie the same thing her own mother had told her: If she wanted to keep Li Song she would have to fight for his cock tooth and nail!

Fan Rong had always known this day was coming. As a matter of fact, she welcomed it. In this sexually competitive world, a woman who isn’t ready to fight for her man’s affection will quickly find herself boyfriend less. Fan Rong guided her daughter the same way her own mother had done, pushing Elodie to taste men at an early age. For only when a woman experiences the electrifying effect of touching her beloved’s skin, his soft lips caressing her neck, the sheer feeling of his engorged cock sliding into her humid womanhood could she comprehend what was at stake. Thus sexually awakened, it wasn’t hard to make her daughter realize that other women coveted the same thing, and they wouldn’t hesitate to take it from her!
 
Fan Rong had taught Elodie bits and pieces of the art of seducing men and pleasing them in bed. How to steal another’s woman man and the art of outdoing her in the bedroom. How to engage in catty exchanges with her rival in love when confronted, how to tug his heart in her favour. And if push came to shove, to defend her place in his bed with her claws! What Fan Rong had done was nothing out of ordinary. Indeed, considering duels were a trial every straight woman had to face at least once in her life, Fan Rong would have been remiss if she hadn’t at least made Elodie aware of the realities of seducing a man, either in bed or in a physical confrontation.

Advice was nice, but nothing beats raw experience. Regrettably, high schools were unisex, greatly reducing the potential for sexual conflict, but universities and colleges teemed with young men and women eager to mingle and have sex. It’s no surprise then that many a young woman has her first catfight when attending university, graduating both in the art of becoming a woman and her own formal studies.
 
Fan Rong had encouraged her daughter to look for a steady man, knowing that would sooner or later that would lead to a physical confrontation with some other young woman. Better for Elodie to learn the art competing over a man early than to leave university with no clue how to conquer a man and keep him by her side.  Even if worse came to worse and Elodie lost a duel now, the one-year exile penalty was trivial for a young girl like her.

From the day of that angry call, Fan Rong had assumed the role of advisor and mentor to Elodie. Every few days where mother and daughter shared strategies to undermine the Thai hussy (It turned out her name was Sarai Tangtrongchit) and get her to back off Li Song. Every call brought news of a new affront, a new escalation. Soon Elodie told her that she had confronted Sarai face to face, the two women exchanging acid insults over the other woman’s looks and sexual skills. Then came the threatening phone calls, and the relentless sexual war, where both tried to monopolize Li Song’s bed for as long as they could. Then there was a slapping fracas and Li Song’s efforts to separate the battling girls every time they came to blows. Fan Rong knew this was all leading to an obvious conclusion, yet rather than dissuade her daughter from backing off, she told tell to dig her claws deeper!

-“Listen not to his reproach”-had said Fan Rong on the matter-“Look at how hard his dick gets when you promise to fight for his cock. Young men might deny it to themselves, but deep down they love it all. A timid woman might hang on for a while, but soon she’ll find herself losing his affections to her sexual rival. If you don’t want that fate, you must make it clear that you will fight for every inch of his cock!”

Then it happened. One night Elodie called at 2 am at night in a euphoric mood: She had just fought tooth and nail catfight with the Thai slut when both girls had arrived at the same time to Li Song’s apartment. It wasn’t the first time the girls had come to blows, but it was the first time Li Song seemed to give up trying to stop them and just let them go at it! Given free rein to indulge their basest desires, the bellicose succubuses trashed and rolled wildly around Li Song’s apartment, each young sex kitten using every the little dirty tricks she had learned from her elders to beat her nemesis into submission until at long last Elodie was able to overcome her tenacious Thai archrival and kick her out of the apartment. The Chinese beauty then enjoyed her hard-won conquest before calling Fan Rong.

Fan Rong congratulated her daughter on her victory. There was no better feeling than making love to one’s man after just showing herself the better woman, the only one deserving of her bed. Fan Rong told Elodie to enjoy her prize, not forgetting to pick the torn remains of her beaten rival’s lingerie as a memento.

If only it would have been so easy. Most times a decisive catfight would have solved the issue between two young coeds disputing a man’s cock. Yet a month Elodie was calling her mum about her resurging Thai enemy. Apparently being humiliatingly dragged around like a rag doll at the end of a sleazy catfight wasn’t enough for the Thai whore and a new lesson was needed. Fan Rong for a moment suspected this was Li Song’s doing: Some men enjoyed pitting their lovers against each other repeatedly and then fucking the winner. At this point, a duel would not have been out of question, but regrettably neither girl was of age yet. Otherwise Fan Rong would have suggested so. Yet Fan Rong didn’t necessarily see it as a bad thing: The experience of matching up against a stubborn rival could be instructive to a young girl at the start of her sexual prime.

Elodie called again, with news of a second, terrible catfight, this time in some seedy student bar in front of a cheering crowd of university students. According to Elodie, Sarai pounced on her man when Elodie was in the toilet and was rubbing her tits all over him when Elodie arrived. Elodie threw her beer at the Thai harpy and then it was ON! The rivals in love scratched, kicked, slapped, bit as they rolled on the dirty dance floor; ripping off the other’s tiny dresses for the enjoyment of the crowd until security came and tore Elodie off the struggling Thai vixen. She had capped it all by taking Li Song home to celebrate her victory.

It was by the third time catfight Fan Rong realized something was up. Now a crying Elodie told her they had fought 20 long minutes, the presence of the man in dispute doing nothing but to inflame the passions between the two Asian beauties. The Chinese goddess knew she had seriously damaged Sarai’s ability to have sex for several days with a devastating cxnt attack that had almost secured her victory, but in the end that wasn’t enough. To rub salt on injury, the Thai victress had sent Elodie a video of herself eating Li Song’s manhood until it exploded in a rain of cum that Sarai eagerly licked off.

Even as a tearful Elodie was telling the story, she vowed vengeance! She would not give Li Song up. No…she’d fight and reclaim his cock! It was then that Fan Rong realized that Li Song was different: An average man of his age might be able to command a catfight(duel) between two jealous girlfriends, but often there wouldn’t be a rematch. Time and the loss of face very often conspired to cool the passions of the loser. From time to time, she might think of getting back with the lost boy, but the thought of upending her new life and put her body on the line for his cock to dislodge his current girlfriend from his bed will dissuade her from going through with it. 

No…this Li Song was at another level. Maybe he was a beast in bed, causing Elodie to scream deliriously as wave after wave of orgasms overtook her. He might be skilled in the arts of seduction himself, titillating her heart with romantic gestures and unforgettable dates. He could be rich and handsome. He could be all of that at once. Whatever it was, such a man was like a drug, commanding a fanatical fervour from his lovers, who will sometimes go to insane lengths in order to secure his favour. It wasn’t rare for such men to witness several rematches as women spent years fighting over him, the only break from their feverish struggles being the imposed exiles.

“If it was going to war, then so be it!”-thought Fan Rong as she consoled her crying daughter and steeled her through the trials to come. The conversation was long and deep, where mother and daughter talked at length about the handsome boy and Elodie’s implacable romantic rival, the ways she could re-seduce him and get an edge over her, how to confront her when they met to face again, the dirty tactics she’d would use to weaken her…it was all information that Elodie probably already knew, but she lacked the experience. Fan Rong was happy to share.

If her intuition about the guy was correct, there was no doubt there would be a 4th...a 5th. catfight in the absence of a duel. A duel that was bound to happen as soon as both girls were of duelling age. Before that fateful day though, Elodie would have to go through several tribulations if she wanted to remain competitive in her man’s eyes.

Just as Fan Rong predicted, there was a 4th clash, which was decided in Elodie’s favour…then a 5th…and a 6th…with varying rates of success and ever shorting lapses between catfights. This was exactly the sort of scenario that duels were meant to prevent. Winning or losing no longer seemed to matter much for the nascent warrioresses, each defeat just a break for the beaten woman to lick her wounds and challenge the victress once again for Li Song’s cock! It was agreed by all involved that the situation was proving untenable, but neither girl wanted to give the man up or share him, so they keep going at it, each time slightly worse for wear. Fan Rong remember letting out a sigh of relief when Elodie told her sexual rival had finally reached duelling age (Elodie had done so 5 months ago). A challenge was issued and accepted, the duel to happen 2 weeks from then.

Back to the present, Fan Rong was led to a spectator room in the duel centre, where a TV screen started loading the video recording of the duel. The duel had already taken place, a girl had won the boy and the other was to be exiled, unable to keep interfering with the winner’s romantic life...at least for a year. Usually such videos were the preserve of the girls fighting the duel, but interested parties, like the duellists’ mothers could apply to watch the recording just after the duel had been concluded.

DUEL

Fan Rong stared at the TV screen, laying eyes on the Li Song’s naked form as he entered the rather non-descript duel room. He had chosen for his two girlfriends hatch it out in a tit jousting duel rather than a straight catfight. Fan Rong knew most men never really grow tired of seeing catfights, but after having witnessed 6 of such confrontations, it was understandable the boy wanted a little variety. A duel was the perfect occasion to do it in a semi-controlled environment with enforceable rules that prevented the fighting from devolving into a vulgar street fight.

The rules were simple enough. The almost naked girls would fling their alluring physiques at each other, hammering their gorgeous tits at each other until one was beaten unconscious or surrendered. In other words, a tit-jousting duel. Wearing captivating yet precarious high heels, the girls were certain to fall at several points through their duel, which would grant the opportunity for the girl who managed to stay standing to maliciously sink her heels into her rival’s flesh for a few precious seconds before she was pulled away by Li Song. The man’s role in the fight would be to help the fallen girl stand up and encourage her to keep on fighting. As the duel progressed, the timing of each break between falls would gradually increase to give the fallen girl more time to recover and be “encouraged” by Li Song. A little rule no doubt put in place to make the duel last longer than would otherwise be the case.

Fan Rong’s eyes wandered towards her indecently attired daughter entering the duel room, her topless tits undulating sensually as she strutted about the room. In fact, the scant pieces of clothing she wore - in a tiny black thong that could hardly contain her throbbing pussy, matching stockings and black high heels- were mostly there to enhance her womanly charms rather than to help her fight. A slight neck collar completed Elodie’s provocative outfit. Fan Rong could swear the black-haired Elodie smiled for a second as the slutty getup worked its magic on Li Song’s cock.  As it should, for a woman should strive to present herself in a manner that will excite the passions of her man as she fights tooth and nail for him.

Elodie skipped about in her black heels, intentionally causing her well rounded orbs to jiggle in an alluring way for his benefit, and in return she was thrilled at the hypnotizing effect her bouncing boobs were having on the young man. She betrayed a proud, arrogant posture, the attitude of a woman who was confident she would prevail over her romantic rival.

Elodie then approached her naked beau, whispering in his ears words of sweet love and bitter hatred as she used her petite hands to caress his already hard shaft. Slowly but surely Li Song’s manhood started filling up with precum, making the task of pleasing him easier. Fan Rong couldn’t hear clearly what was said, but managed to make out the words “mine, slut, cock, tits, bitch, Thai, whore, destroy”. Whatever it was, Elodie was surely talking trash about her sexual rival! Fan Rong soon started growing slightly wet herself, the salacious sight reminding her of her own duel antics of yesteryear.

Soon the vile diatribe was having the desired effect as the young couple stopped talking and started making out, Elodie’s hand never giving her grip on Li Song’s cock as she rubbed her spectacular body onto Li Song…until the young Chinese vixen decided it was the right time to impale herself into his hard rod. Fan Rong’s gaze couldn’t help but to admire Elodie’s glistening back and jiggling ass as she rode her man. Realizing that her Thai enemy had just entered the room, a perspiring Elodie willed her round hips into a frenzy!

-“CUM!”-commanded Elodie as Li Song’s body quivered in pleasure, depositing his much sought after cum into Elodie just as an angry Sarai approached them. Fan Rong grinned, glad to see her daughter take her advice. Duels are as much about the theatrics as about the catfight. It was stunts like this that made duels a memorable experience for the man in dispute and helped in winning his favour.

-“That’s the last time you’ll ever enjoy him”-shot Sarai, a venomous atmosphere quickly taking over the room. Fan Rong had seen photos of the beautiful Thai flower before but this was the first time she’s seen her practically nude, clad in high heels and a little leopard patterned thong. A pair of wristbands, collar attached to a chain and headband grasping her light brunette hair gave her a cute yet beguiling presentation. It was clear her tits were nothing to sniff at, and Fan Rong wouldn’t have been surprised if the deciding factor in picking a tit joust as the duel method was that the girls wanted to prove their otherwise similarly abundant melons superior to the other.  What a sight it was! Fan Rong could see why a young man like Li Song would hesitate in picking a favourite.

-“Just like last time? I recall one of us claiming him that night and it wasn’t you”-interjected Elodie in a mocking tone, clearly referring to the latest catfight they had before being able to duel legally. She stood up, her excited nipples inevitably clashing against Sarai’s aureoles as they engaged in an angry stare down right in front of the guy in question. Close and personal, just as Fan Rong had suggested Elodie: “Let yourself feel her chest, her smooth skin, her hateful fragrance, her long legs. That’s how she tempts him away from you. That’s was what he enjoys when he isn’t with you. Let your jealousy fuel your hatred!”

Soon Elodie’s rival took off the headband and chains, causing her abundant mammaries to jiggle delightfully for Li Song’s benefit.

-“Let’s see you bragging about that after I crush your tits”-Replied Sarai her nose touching Elodie’s in a tense standoff as the guy they were fighting for tied their hands behind their backs. As soon as the starting bell sounded, the duel formally commenced!

Even though Fan Rong knew the match had ended already (even if she didn’t know the result yet), she silently cheered for her daughter as the young sex kittens began viciously powering their tits into each other with little care of the world around them.  It was furious, it was explosive, it was fast: duels often start in such dramatic fashion as the two jealous rivals unleash all their pent-up sexual rage. By duel day they’re usually sick of the other woman sleeping with “her” boyfriend and have been looking forward to defining the matter once one for all. The judgment of the duel room was final, and winning here almost certainly meant one woman would assert her exclusive rights over a man’s cock.

However, such feistiness tended to cool down somewhat later on, as little by little the exertions of the physical confrontation imposed themselves, leading to a hellish slugfest that lasted until when one woman proves her love stronger. Aware these young wildcats had already fought 6 times, Fan Rong couldn’t help but to wonder who would prove to thirst for his cock more. Elodie had won 4 of those catfights. Yet such a score meant nothing in the duel room, especially since by Elodie’s own reluctant admission, they had all been pretty nasty affairs that had taxed her physique and stamina to the limit.

 Back to the actual duel, the girls proved an even match for the first 3 minutes of this raunchy spectacle when Sarai managed to get the better of the beautiful Elodie, sending her swaying around as she tried to balance in her high heels. Sarai pounced immediately, lugging at Elodie over and over until the Chinese girl tumbled and fell.

-“I guess your tits aren’t up to the task huh”-mocked the Thai goddess as she kicked the prone Chinese beauty until Li Song pushed her away. Then he gently helped Elodie stand on her feet, starting the 30-second break, which he used to fondle her wet cxnt and incite her to keep going.

-“She won’t take your cock away from me”-said Elodie as she stood up and the two Asian sirens restarted their erotic contest. They flung their young bodies at their hated enemy, moaning as they rammed their melons against each other without care of the world. Soon an oppressive heat imposed itself despite the air conditioning, causing their attractive figures to glisten against the light. The effect of such reckless thrusts should have been significant but neither girl paused to collect herself. There was no hesitation, to baulking, no timidity as the eager nymphs rushed their feminine figures at each other as gallant knights in a jousting tournament.

Five…ten…fifteen rounds…the girls jousted without pause nor truce in a display of raw femineity. Their womanliness was on the line and neither wanted to lose this lascivious display of sensuality, especially not in front of the man they both wanted to impress.

Fan Rong let out a pleased screech as the Thai slut slipped and fell on her knees. Elodie saw her chance and took it, kneeing the Thai whore full on the face. The sounds of Sarai’s wailing as Elodie stomped the little Thai tramp filled Fan Rong with joy. She too knew the pleasure of sinking her heels into a romantic rival’s tender flesh and regretted seeing Li Song pushing Elodie away to help Sarai get up.

-“What’s up Thai bitch? Already regretting matching your saggy tits against mine?”- said Elodie as she waited like a tigress stalking her prey, pouncing as soon as the 30-second break was over.

-“My tits will destroy yours Chinese whore!”-shrieked Sarai as the two girls viciously thrust their well-endowed melons at each other with renewed vigour. Fan Rong watched fascinated as she saw the look of hatred in her daughter’s eyes. She had no doubt Elodie was hell bent in destroying her Thai rival for good. Not a mere victory, but to destroy her in Li Song’s eyes. Show him the Thai slut wasn’t as womanly as Elodie. Make the Thai harpy so ashamed of her loss she wouldn’t even dare to return a year later for a rematch. 

Another pitiful shriek focused Fan Rong’s attention to the video recording, and she was happy to see Elodie stomping over her prone nemesis a second time before Li Song intervened. It was occasions like this when every woman came to love the use of high heels, not only as an instrument to seduce a man away from another woman, but to magnify her suffering if violence breaks out.

-“The little whore is running out of steam Li”-said Elodie with glee as she soaked on Sarai’s hateful glare. Yet, it was clear to Fan Rong that the Thai beauty had no intention of quitting. That wasn’t surprising, considering she had endured 6 heinous catfights for Li Song’s sake. Sarai was not doubt burning with white-hot hatred for Elodie, which would power her onwards as the titfight began grinding the girls down.

Fan Rong counted 2…4…7…10 powerful jousts before Elodie succumbed to Sarai’s cruel stilettos. She winced, seeing her daughter writhing in pain as the Thai goddess paid Elodie back for all her former “niceties”.

-“Not so cocky now Chinese whore”-gloated a heavily perspiring Sarai as her breasts heaved up and down. While Li Song was tending to Elodie with his manhood, the girls exchange a few choice words related to the other’s sexual skills and then and the girls clashed once again! Having now clashed for over 60 bouts, the increasing toll of the constant jousting was beginning to tell on the once eager girls. Yet Elodie and her rival continued charging at each other battering rams, over and over, falling and rising as the tables turned over and over.

Fan Rong could see the girls were at a stalemate, each titanic meeting of tit flesh slowly but surely sapping their energy. The count now at 10 falls -Elodie falling 4 times-, the young sex kittens were now visibly panting and moaning as they shoved their glistening orbs into each other in a test of femineity. Yet the signs were all there: the lower returns and starts of their thrusts, the lingering glance as each beauty searched for signs her enemy was weakening, the longer time needed for Li Song to bring the fallen girl up, the increasingly fervent exhortations from their common lover to go on. As the break times became slightly longer (now at 50 seconds long), Li Song’s rapid interventions became slower, more deliberate, more forceful in his encouragement, resorting to penetrating the fallen girl’s wet cxnt to remind her of the stakes.

Fan Rong knew the constant, frequent “entreaties” were also having an effect on the man in dispute. She saw him lifting Elodie up (after another fall) and straight thrust his wet cock into Elodie’s wet cxnt, quickly pounding the Chinese girl with little concern for niceties. Elodie didn’t mind at all. On the contrary, despite having just lost the “round,” Fan Rong’s daughter was moaning and squealing, clearly enjoying her boyfriend’s attentions.  The boy was about to cum…but time ran out.

Pleasure gave way to jealous rage as the two goddesses restarted hostilities, aware the boy they were fighting for would surely cum the next fall. Despite that knowledge, neither beauty slackened her efforts or tried to “lose” the round on purpose. Claiming the guy mid-duel was a nice thing to be had, and extremely pleasurable when it was a winning condition, but that wasn’t the case for this duel. Claiming was allowed but only the woman who showed herself the superior tit fighter will keep the guy.

Just to be sure, Fan Rong had warned Elodie last night against disadvantaging herself in order to gain momentary bliss. No…Elodie had to focus on obliterating the Thai slut in the duel room and just then could Elodie proceed to claim Li Song. She was glad to see Elodie had taken her advice to heart.

The Thai beauty howled as Elodie sank her heel onto her exposed feet, staggering sideways until Elodie rammed her with her boobs, making her tumble like a house of cards. Elodie went further, maliciously kicking Sarai’s cxnt three times and making the Thai slut shriek loudly before she was intercepted by Li Song. Sarai would get his coveted cum, but Elodie had made sure the privilege had cost her dearly.

Fan Rong had a visceral reaction to the sight of Li Song pounding Sarai. “This is wrong”-she thought to herself. Like many a woman, Fan Rong saw claiming as the prerogative of the woman who had just bested her sexual rival. She could therefore understand the conflicted look on Elodie’s face. Her daughter was no doubt longing to be the one claiming his cum, yet “losing” the round on purpose would not have compensated for the damage Sarai’s sharp pumps would have inflicted on her.

Seeing the man you coveted being claimed by your love rival can be a demoralizing sight for many a woman. Yet Fan Rong had told Elodie not to avert her gaze from the copulating couple. No, she should sear this event in her mind to remind herself she was fighting for that cock her opponent was enjoying right now. To imagine that if she were to lose, it was her nemesis would enjoy her nights filled with his cum while Elodie slept in a cold bed, alone.  It was a useful frame of mind to have; to use jealousy and white hot anger to reinvigorate an otherwise hurting body. 

Even though she couldn’t see it directly, Fan Rong knew instantly when Li Song had cummed: It was obvious by the eager expression, the heavy breathing, the changing atmosphere in the room. While claiming wasn’t a winning condition, such an event was always a noteworthy event in any duel: its passing marked a revival of the otherwise flagging fighting spirits. The once exhausted girls would seem to get a second wind as they were reminded of the stakes, the one watching the claiming wishing nothing but to “scratch all of her man’s cum out of that whore’s cxnt” while the one claiming feeling the man’s cum slowly oozing from her vaginal slit.

The young bitches which seemed so exhausted a minute ago now sought each other with berserker rage, having just been reminded of the prize! Nothing was held back, the young women clashing and jousting with renewed zeal, using their mammaries like wrecking balls against her nemesis’ pair! It was an immensely wanton sight designed to impress the man in question. Elodie twisted her back violently, using the momentum to tit-slap Sarai’s chest, making the proud Thai wobble in pain. Despite being the attacker though, Elodie hadn’t come unscathed, wheezing as tears flowed down her face: It was clear Fan Rong’s daughter was hurting too, yet had decided to take the pain if that meant winning this heinous conflict.

10 bouts of back and forth action and neither girl seemed any closer to victory. It was to end when Elodie was the target of a dirty knee directed at her cxnt.  Fan Rong winced as she saw Elodie bending over in anguish before she tumbled down the floor like a rag doll.

Fan Rong was relieved when she saw Elodie’s exhausted yet determined expression as Li Song helped her stand up, then to see her brazenly seeking her enemy’s chest. She was proud to see her daughter conducting herself like a true woman, not even once shying away from seeking a clash with her nemesis tits regardless of her own obvious pain. She had to, for her romantic life was at stake. Most often than not duels prove to be a drag down, knock out type of affair, the fighting gradually but surely sapping their strength and ravaging their delicate figures until each jealous lover ends up desperately trying to squeeze every last drop of energy in order to vanquish her rival and win the man. Only the woman who proved herself the most ardent in her desire for his cock would prevail! 

Yet Fan Rong couldn’t help to watch with concern as the frenzied duel went on. One would fall, only to be propped up again by Li Song, who reminded her what she was fighting for when wrapping his arms around her perspiring body, urging her forward! She’d rise, more determined than before, still seeking to destroy her rival at any cost!

Five falls later, the fall score was 8-11 on Elodie’s favour. Yet that provided little comfort for her worrying mother. Elodie’s once forceful thrusts were becoming weaker and weaker every terrible collision; while at the beginning of duel she couldn’t wait to start lunging again at her hated rival in love, now she only sought her after a good rest. There was a slight hesitation in her eyes, a fear to confront her Thai rival. Fan Rong’s only consolation was that Sarai was showing similar signs of deterioration. The once proud Thai warrioress seemed at times on the verge of collapse only to catch herself and fling her weary physique at Elodie.

Then it happened…a second claiming that acted as a shot of adrenaline to Elodie’s weary spirit. Yet such claimings were a double edge sword, for very often they also served to inflame the girl who had to impotently watch the claiming happen. Having been on both sides of claimings, Fan Rong knew well the magical effect of feeling your man’s twitching cock inside you can have on your worn out body…or the uncontrollable rage from seeing the unworthy wench receiving your man’s cum!
   
For the next ten bouts, the duel regained a measure of the vitality it had lost, but the effect was not to last: It was clear that neither girl was in any shape to keep on going any longer, and no amount of claiming would change that. Fan Rong felt her pulse raise as she intently watched her daughter’s every shove, every movement, every pained moan.  Li Song’s urgings became ever more pressing, no doubt almost pleading the falling girl to rise up to the challenge!

Fan Rong soon perceived a turning point had been reached in this terrible clash of tits when the fierce back and forth of the fighting slowly gave way to one girl consistently getting the better of each clash. A slight, yet consistent advantage, those which have a nasty habit of becoming irreversible trends by the end of the duel. Despite all frantic efforts, it was becoming clear that Elodie was being bested.

The final collapse wasn’t evident in the beginning. After all, each girl had fallen many times by now and had managed to come back with a vengeance, even this late into the duel. Fan Rong watched anxiously as Elodie felt once again. The second made her nervous…by the third consecutive time she feared the worst…the fourth fall only confirmed her suspicions. Elodie now was spending way more time recuperating in Li Song arms than confronting her rival. Fan Rong noticed a change in Li Song’s expressions: As long as his lovers had proved equal he was keen to egg them on, but now that this was slowly turning into a one sided beatdown he seemed to be asking Elodie to give up. Yet Elodie faintly shook her head in defiance!

The Thai harpy for her part seemed rejuvenated at the prospect of finally besting her sexual rival, making the most of her growing advantage by maliciously staying glued to Elodie’s battered physique and using her stilettos to their full, terrible potential; targeting Elodie’s cxnt when she had fallen, much to Fan Rong’s horror. 

Fan Rong started crying despite herself. She had accepted all along this was a possibility. Yet her daughter needed to experience the terribleness of duels. The viciousness, savagery, the sweet deliverance of victory or the bitter taste of defeat. Yet, for all the very good reasons she had to egg her daughter on the way to becoming a real woman, Fan Rong couldn’t help but to reproach herself on her daughter’s predicament.
 
The tearful mother mentally begged her daughter to give up what was now a massacre on the duel floor, yet she knew there was almost no chance of that. The consequences of losing felt so dire that many a woman stubbornly hung on, hoping for a small miracle that never came. Fan Rong could see Elodie’s anguished face as she willed her increasingly unresponsive body to fight on, each time receiving a worse beatdown at the hands of the Thai harpy. Fan Rong wanted to exit the room, yet she couldn’t. She owned it to her daughter to keep on watching, to get as many lessons from the video to then teach her from her mistakes.

The miracle never came for Elodie.

Fan Rong watched horrified as her almost naked offspring fell on the floor one last time, the buzzing sound marking the end of the duel and Sarai’s victory. A relieved Sarai slumped onto the chair where just 30 minutes ago Elodie had ridden Li Song with such confidence. Soon the “prize” of this drawn out duel came over and started tending to the Thai victress, his concern for Elodie seemingly replaced by adoration for his now official girlfriend. With lust in his eyes, he then proceeded to please the crying yet ecstatic Sarai, any thought of Elodie now banished from his soul. It was a scene Fan Rong was only too familiar with, both as the winner who basked in her boyfriend’s adulation and the forgotten loser whose life was about to be upturned for good.


AFTERMATH

Fan Rong spent the next week visiting a desolate Elodie in hospital and helping along her upcoming exile. A shocked Elodie tried to process the bitter loss, one moment vowing a rematch as soon as her exile was over to crying for her defeat. Fan Rong tried to console her, assuring Elodie that she wasn’t any less of a woman as the Thai slut. She didn’t try her to dissuade from a rematch: It was important her daughter didn’t fall into despondency and her confidence as a woman recovered. She knew full well that time and distance will help cool her emotions, making a rematch somewhat unlikely. Eventually Elodie would forget all about her former beau, yet the lessons learned in the duel room would stay with her.


END

Notes:

-Sarai was about to step back for a while by time of the 4th catfight (which she lost). The Thai goddess saw little point in engaging in these quarrels that solved nothing and wanted to wait for her birthday 2 months later in order to issue a challenge and face Elodie in an honest to god duel over a man. Sarai’s mother, however, insisted she persevere despite the seeming pointlessness of it all. The experienced woman understood the male mind well. Any backing down would have been seen as conceding ground to her romantic rival and sway him towards Elodie. Should she have “steeped back” from the sexual competition and downright hostility towards Elodie, Sarai might have found Li Song no longer interested in seeing her duel  Elodie two months later.

-Despite the appearances, it takes a lot of anger and hurt feelings to the girls to a point where they’re willing to hurt (and get hurt) in a physical confrontation over a guy. There’s always a lot of hesitation behind closed doors, and in their most rational moments the rivals in love think they could work out an arrangement between themselves. The amount of sex and escalation in the duel room aren’t an accident. Each step is designed to make the women set aside their qualms and work out enough rage so that they’re begging to claw each other to pieces. Sex is an important piece of the puzzle, bringing the duellists to a heightened state where their primal desires over take any rational thoughts. Just as Elodie was riding Li Song pre-duel, Sarai was getting increasingly angry at watching them fuck. By the time Sarai had entered the room, each girl was more than ready to tear into the other in a vicious tit joust to the bitter end!

END

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9.2 The Duel Room: Battling Girlfriends 2
by Justlooking9000
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The 20-year old Sarai closed her eyes, releasing a silent gasp as she felt herself being filled by her boyfriend’s engorged manhood. The young university student never felt womanlier than when she felt Li Song greedily feasting on her body, his twitching cock clamouring with desire for her. It was a feeling unmatched by dildos or vibrators: They could never beat the sensation of feeling his burning skin rubbing against hers, his rapid breathing as he wantonly worshipped her body, his deep voice screaming with desire for her, his raw passion as he made love to her. He was like a drug, making her feel like a real woman every time they fucked.  She was addicted to him, causing her to jealously undermine any perceived sexual rival, even if it meant putting her body through a savage catfight.

It wasn’t as if she didn’t understand the barbarous things women do to each other inside the duel room over the love of a man. The young Thai goddess recoiled at the thought of having her abundant tits scratched, her soft skin ruined, her porcelain face slapped, her luscious hair pulled…but the thought of another woman enjoying her man’s affections was even worse. And if she had to fight like a street whore to keep the other woman’s hands-off Li Song’s cock, then she would do it.

She had in fact done so, winning for herself the title of official girlfriend after 6 vicious catfights against an erstwhile rival in love, then exiling her after a drawn-out duel over his cock. The surprising thing was that the otherwise mild Thai goddess hadn’t initially intended to get into a duel for Li Song’s sake, but the sight of her romantic foe riding his cock, enjoying his bed, monopolizing his affections had worked the Asian beauty into an all-consuming rage. A rage that could only be sated by forcing the other woman out of Li Song’s life.

She had been warned of this phenomenon, where otherwise demure women became bloodthirsty hyenas when they realize they have a romantic competitor. The inexperienced Thai siren had thought the whole thing silly until she saw her budding relationship with Li Song threatened by a Chinese whore called Elodie Fan. It was then when she understood that all the logic of the world could not possibly triumph over a woman’s natural jealousy over her mate. No… the very moment she realized she had a rival for his affections, the reticent Thai coed had become a priestess of violence, a goddess of war!

She gave free reign to her base instincts as she fought tooth and nail over Li Song’s cock against the obstinate Chinese slut, not once…not twice…no… six times and one duel. It was nasty, it was ugly, where womanly tenderness gave way to rapacious fervour and the sheer desire to destroy Elodie’s feminine charms, to diminish her in Li Song’s eyes. Yet the Chinese bitch proved an implacable enemy hell-bent in driving her out of Li Song’s bedroom. It was a painful, agonizing war of attrition, filled with many setbacks and solitary nights, yet in the end it had all been worth it. Sarai managed to exile her love rival after a wild tit jousting duel over him. The only thing she ever regretted about the whole affair was not being able to challenge that Chinese slut sooner because of some silly age restriction.

Sarai moaned again as Li Song’s throbbing manhood brought her back to the present. The Thai seductress bit his neck, marking him as her exclusive property. As she was being raw-fucked by him, Sarai’s fuzzy vision scanned the room. Nine months since her duel against Elodie, Sarai was being asked once again to give an account of herself in the duel room. To prove herself the better lover. To stare down at a challenger intent on depriving her of what was rightfully hers, just like Elodie had intended to do before.

Sarai’s ears perked up when she heard the distinct sound of a door opening, indicating that the woman who was challenging over Li Song’s cock had made her entrance. The Thai sex kitten redoubled her efforts to make him cum, to drive home the point that Li Song was hers, as was his semen. She moaned loudly as she felt his pulsating dick inside her, impregnating her with his cum. The Thai temptress allowed herself a faint smile as she caught her breath, then she righted her slightly glistening physique, staring daggers at her sexual rival for the last couple of months.

Sarai’s gaze followed Nayoung Park, the beguiling 35-year old Korean siren who wanted to replace as Li Song’s girlfriend. A name Sarai had learned to hate, just as she had learned to hate the name of Elodie Fan. Fifteen years Sarai’s senior, the Korean bimbo was a teaching assistant in one of Li Song classes. While not a widespread problem, romantic conflicts between the university staff and the female students weren’t unheard of.  It was known that certain older women specifically looked for work near universities to be around young guys. The fact that nowadays even 60-year old women looked like perky twenty somethings did erase the advantage youth gave to the female students, sometimes leading to situations where attractive staff members faced off against eager students, fought over a 20-something piece of meat.

Sarai didn’t blame the wayward Li Song. It was common knowledge that men were slaves to their hormones, their base desires directing them to mate and to plant their seed in as many women as they could.  She was sure his fucking of Nayoung was nothing but his animal lust while what he felt for Sarai was love (plus lust). Yet she understood that men have trouble distinguishing between the two, and that was behind his recent mixed feelings.  In that sense men had little control over their actions, and it was a woman’s duty to satisfy him to the best of her ability while jealously guarding access to his bedroom. If there was anyone to blame for this predicament it was the cock-hungry Korean whore intent in replacing her in his bed.

Sarai wasn’t sure when the affair had started, but she had noticed signs of a love rival as early as 3 months ago.  Just as her mother had counselled when she had confronted Elodie a year ago, Sarai avoided giving ultimatums or try to get Li Song to choose between “me or her”. These tactics were of counterproductive in a world were there were many women eager to warm his bed at a moment’s notice. Getting rid of her sexual rival meant outfucking her in the bedroom, which Sarai did in spades as soon as she found out about Nayoung. Thus, began the usual sexual conflict that often breaks out when two women dispute ownership over a man, one vigorously defending her turf, the other relentlessly sabotaging the girlfriend.

Away from Li Song gaze however, the beguiling Thai seductress confronted the Korean temptress face to face in order to “convince” her to leave Li Song alone. Sarai made sure the Korean whore knew that she would defend every inch of Li Song’s cock vigorously, even if that meant a duel down the road. Such “pep talks” had done wonders in “persuading” other women who had fancied her boyfriend, especially when Sarai had made sure they were aware of what had happened to the insolent Elodie.

Her mother had warned that such an approach, while effective, wouldn’t work all the time. Eventually there was bound to be a woman who would dare to call her bluff.  Nayoung did, suddenly pulling Sarai’s lush brown mane in response to her “pep talk.” The two Asian beauties traded slaps at a furious pace, pulling hair as the fucking teaching assistant was telling Sarai “she was going to fuck his brains out” until security pried them apart. From that moment onwards Sarai knew a catfight was inevitable, with a chance of a duel over Li Song. The young Thai girlfriend didn’t relish the prospect of putting her body though another punishing duel, but was even less willing to concede Li Song’s affections without a fight.

Just as in the case of Elodie, Sarai first feigned ignorance when Li Song told her about Nayoung, but then quickly increased the sexual heat and then introduced the idea of competition. Men loved to be thought as the prize between two women who competed for his cock, and Sarai sold him that fantasy. Now that he had come clean, their love making had a desperate edge, where the Thai beauty strived to best the Korean wench sexually. Each day Sarai raised the stakes, hinting that a solution to the love triangle needed to be found, provoking her love rival into calling her bluff or get out of the way. Nayoung no doubt understood what was up and played along, taking the initiative at times and earning Sarai’s hatred in return.

When the two sex kittens finally came to blows in the intimacy of Li Song’s apartment, he thought that it had all been a spontaneous process, but the rivals in love knew better: They had guided him to the conclusion that HE wanted to see the two girls fight over his cock. Now with the guy in question eager to see them do just that, a duel became an inevitability.

Back to the present, the perspiring 20-year-old Thai goddess stood up, heaving as she caught a break from the recent sexual exertions. She was forceful in her step, to make her abundant chest jerkier. She wanted to emphasize the fact she had the bigger pair of tits, smirking when she saw an annoyed look from the 35-year-old teaching assistant.

-“That’s a cute bra. Too bad it won’t help you as I rip your tits off”-said Nayoung, referencing the cute outfit Sarai ad chosen for the duel, an ornate pink piece of lingerie made of a slutty bra that could barely contain her well-developed breasts, a tiny thong and heels. If one looked closely (and Li Song had), they could have noticed small slits in the middle of each cup of the provocative bra, exposing Sarai’s excited nipples to the world, while the thong also sported a narrow hole right on top of Sarai’s pussy, to facilitate better fucking. The pale-skinned Sarai was hot and she knew it.

-“I guess someone has to make the effort to look cute, since you can’t”-replied Sarai evenly. She eyed her rival in love, seeing a young-looking woman sporting timeless look consisting of a simple white bra which would likely fall prey to Sarai’s nails once the duel got going; a tiny g-string whose fabric sank deep into her round ass, betraying a tattoo on her left leg; and a pair of sexy white heels. Despite Sarai’s contempt, the Thai beauty had to admit Nayoung had pulled it off. Nayoung’s tits, while not as abundant as Sarai’s, still were significant enough for them to delightfully jiggle as she stepped on her heels, her long brunette hair waving as she marched forward. At 35 years old, the Korean beauty no doubt looked more mature than the baby-faced Sarai yet could easily pass for a 20 something student.

-“Good thing I don’t care about your opinion”-replied Nayoung harshly, her hands caressing Li Song’s naked chest as she walked around him-“I only care about Li Song’s, and from how hard he’s right now, I see he approves”

-“Oh, he’s hard alright”-said Sarai, growing increasingly angry as she saw the brazen Korean whore pawning her man. Sarai was vaguely aware of the Li Song’s thick white cum to flowing slowly from her cxnt as the Asian succubuses prowled around Li Song’s seat like predators - “But that’s because I was telling him how I was going to fuck his brains out after I’m done with you”

-“That funny, you thinking you can beat me in a woman to woman duel”-said Nayoung, her tone becoming more and more poisonous as the girls exchanged catty remarks-“You’re just a little girl out of high school trying to play at being a real woman”

-“I’m woman enough to teach you a lesson about trying to seduce my man”-said Sarai, finding it increasingly hard to contain her seething anger. Their provocations went beyond the hostile verbal sparring, as the two harpies used a very belligerent body language and nasty looks to intimidate her sexual rival.

-“I didn’t seduce him. He pursued me because he was bored to tears with your awful lovemaking. He said you can’t please him like I do”-countered Nayoung. This was the kind of invective usually bandied about between duellists as they tried to undermine the other’s confidence. Even if patently false, these statements had a way to sow uncertainty in the other woman’s heart. Sarai squinted, restraining herself from outright slapping the impertinent bitch before it was time.

-“Really? He told me that your old dry cxnt could hardly satisfy him like my young, tight, wet cxnt. It’s like day and night. He cums so easily when he’s with me”-replied Sarai with a verbal low blow. Sarai smirked as she saw Nayoung trembling in anger, as if almost ready to leap over Li Song and gouge her eyes out.   

-“I keep him plenty satisfied”-said Nayoung cattily- “ And after I’m done with you I’ll go straight to his apartment to celebrate all night long”

-“You’ll sleep alone, in a hospital bed while I enjoy his cock!”-spat the young student, now feeling a heightened state of agitation. The seething anger, the burning jealousy made her cast away her fears, her aversion to fighting. What remained now was a warrior goddess, a fierce amazon ready to fight tooth and nail for her man!

A tense silence fell in the room as the sexy duellists waited with bated breath for the last pre duel seconds. As soon as the buzz rang, Sarai moaned as she felt her nemesis petite hands latch onto her lush mane and pull violently. Not to be outdone, the Thai siren quickly reciprocated the favour, twisting and tugging from her rival’s brunette locks with a viciousness only a wronged woman could muster as she defended her place in her boyfriend’s bed!

The ravishing girls staggered around the duel room as they tugged and ripped long tresses of hair for Li Song’s benefit, their delectable figures sensually rubbing against each other in a lurid display.

-“You’ll have to wear wigs after I’m done with you, little brat!”-grunted Nayoung as she claimed a handful of Sarai’s hair.

-“I exiled the last bitch who dare to say that to me!”-moaned Sarai, pulling even harder despite the pain.

-“Maybe you’ll join her after today!”

-“I don’t think so Korean slut!”-squealed Sarai ripping a strand of brunette hair-“I intend to stay here, by my man’s side!”

-“You don’t deserve him!”-grunted Nayoung. Sarai felt the wind being knocked out of her as a surprise kneecap targeted her side abs. Folding in pain, Sarai felt herself being tackled with painful violence, knocking her over, but not before the wily Thai beauty grabbed her opponent’s hair, dragging the Korean temptress down with her! Once on the floor, Sarai brought her claws to bear, ramming her sharp nails deep into Nayoung’s smooth back and raking them in a long, painful track that would no doubt leave a nasty mark after a few hours.

The pretty Korean girl shrieked in anguish, feeling her back on fire. She quickly retaliated as the Asian bombshells rolled back and forth the floor trading obscenities. It was a desperate struggle, both harpies gaining a momentary advantage here and there yet a dominant pin proved elusive. The sex kittens traded the top position several times, using their momentary advantage to rain slaps on the woman beneath before the tables were turned and the favour returned.

-“You’ll regret ever coming after my man”-heaved Sarai as she rained an onslaught of slaps on the struggling Korean seductress. Sarai slid up and down, trying not to be thrown from the top position as Nayoung bucked like a wild bronco.

-“He came onto me because you were such a lousy fuck!”-grunted Nayoung as she came once again on top; using one hand to slap the Thai whore silly while trying to rip Sarai’s whorish top off her. Sarai wailed, latching onto Nayoung’s sturdier white top as she frenetically fought back, her young physique convulsing as she tried to dismount the Korean slut until the scanty tops broke, sending Nayoung backwards.

-“You fucking slut!”-cried Sarai, her magnificent breasts now exposed. The angry Thai student tossed the torn remains of Nayoung’s bra, then tackled her rival in love, sending the Asian beauties crashing against the wall-“I’m gonna  leave you bald!”

-“Come and get it whore”-squealed Nayoung reciprocating the hairpull-“I’m not afraid of you”

The clashing beauties grinded together as they furiously slapped and pulled hair, rolling on the wall as their topless nipples rubbed against each other in a lurid display of eroticism. Nayoung, still holding Sarai’s scanty top soon abandoned the harsh hair pulling and in one smooth motion wrapped the thin fabric around her enemy’s neck.

Sarai gasped, feeling her air supply dwindling to the bare necessary to function as Nayoung tightened the improvised noose around her neck. The Thai goddess frantically hammered blow after blow on Nayoung’s side abs with one hand while the other tried to pry the fabric loose, yet the relentless Korean harpy persisted, trusting she was getting the better of the exchange.

Quickly running out oxygen, Sarai lunged forward, biting her enemy’s neck like a raged pitbull! In her desperate state Sarai was pleased to feel the Korean whore writhing and shrieking like a wounded animal, finally letting go the thin fabric around her neck. The sexy Thai student coughed, her face quickly regaining its natural colour when the bloodthirsty Korean bloodhound lunged at her. Rolling on the wall once again, the lovely girls secured a handful of the other’s messed up hair and traded slaps at a furious pace, each looking to overwhelm her sexual rival.

Receiving a vicious slap that shook her to her core, Sarai’s gaze turned to Nayoung delectable mammaries, still relatively unscathed from the heinous fighting. The Thai siren lurched forward, lowering her head and getting a mouthful of tit flesh into her mouth before biting down like a piranha! Oh the sweet sound of Nayoung’s agonizing screams as Sarai tore her tits down! Her quivering body writhing in pain as Sarai attacked her feminine bits with zero remorse! A very effective attack, but one that was bound to escalate the duel to a new level of sleaziness…Sarai tried to withstand barrage after barrage of retaliatory attacks, holding onto the Korean whore’s tits like a crazed pit bull before a dirty knee on her humid cxnt distracted her from ravaging Nayoung’s jiggling tits.

Sarai howled, her battered physique slumping onto a corner of the room. The jealous girlfriend raised her head, her crying face looking for her hated enemy! She saw her, heaving, tears rolling down her cheeks, with a look of intense loathing on her face. A look Sarai knew well, indicating a thirst for blood that could only be quenched when the other woman was beaten, never again in a position to challenge her for Li Song’s affections! Sarai, still feeling the soreness from the last round of low blows, nevertheless charged forward, meeting her love rival tit to tit, body to body, woman to woman!

Blinded by rage, the younger girl led herself be guided by her womanly instincts, quickly finding her hands gripping Nayoung’s thong and pulling with all her might, taking special care to sink the slutty thong deep down Nayoung’s vaginal entrance. It pleased the bloodthirsty Sarai to see the old hag’s face contorting in agony, her mouth in a “O” shape as Sarai rubbed the harsh material against her intimate parts.

-“If you wanna fight dirty…so be it”-gasped the Korean bitch and soon Sarai’s womanhood exploded in pain as Nayoung tugged her own thong. Sarai wailed, instinctly tip-toing in her heels to try to lessen the anguish yet to no avail. Rolling on the wall, the feuding girls pulled, twisted and tugged; stretching the delicate thongs to their limit in a raunchy display of depravity.

The Thai goddess felt her sweaty back against the wall, unable to control her tears. This was too savage, too brutal. Resting her tired head onto Nayoung’s perspiring neck, Sarai’s eyes focussed on her naked boyfriend, who was spellbound as he watched her fight tooth and nail for the right to ride his cock. Images of the long nights of passion, the feverish lovemaking, the playful dates flooded Sarai’s mind. She would lose it all if she didn’t overcome this most womanly of trials. Getting a second wind, the Thai bombshell gritted her teeth and twisted her back with painful violence, pinning the Korean slut against the wall.

-“He’s mine!”-murmured Sarai, feeling her forehead touching against Nayoung’s, giving her what she hoped was a defiant stare.

-“You’ve lost him already”-whispered Nayoung venomously-“He doesn’t love you”

-“I’ll never let you have his cock…argh!”-cried Sarai as she felt the Korean wench pinning her back against the wall.

-“Good thing that that’s not for you to decide then”

-“You will never ride him again!”-heaved the Thai tigress before digging her sharp stiletto into Nayoung’s unprotected foot. The Korean bitch groaned, giving up the sordid panty pulling as she staggered about in her precarious heels. Using the wall as support, Sarai’s pasty white leg came up, her heel once again connecting against soft flesh and kicking her confused adversary with such force that Nayoung tumbled down, her upper body clashing against the chair Li Song was sitting on, her dazzled head just at the same height as Li Song’s hardened dick.

-“That fucking bitch…”-said Sarai to herself as she massaged her much abused womanhood. The Thai amazon shook her head, focusing her gaze on the writhing Korean tart. Still feeling the aftermath of the heinous wedging, the jealous girlfriend nevertheless willed her exhausted physique forward, knowing that this was a golden chance to finish the whore once and for all.

-“Come on cheap slut!”-exclaimed the vindictive Sarai as she stomped the powerless Nayoung, making the Korean beauty writhe in anguish between Li Song’s legs-“Didn’t you said you wanted to fight over his cock? Maybe now you realize I’m just too much woman for you old hag.”

Sarai leaned forward, resting her arms on Li Song’s shoulders, her giving her boyfriend a long, passionate kiss which was eagerly reciprocated. Breaking the lip lock for a moment, the jealous Thai angel trampled the Korean whore with such violence that her tits jiggled violently with each stomp -“She’s nothing Li Song. A cheap slut. A worthless recipient for your cum. And soon she’ll be gon…Argh”

Sarai wailed, feeling her shapely legs on fire as Nayoung somehow found the wherewithal to get on her knees and bite deep into Sarai’s inner thigh. The Thai goddess collapsed, her knees buckling under the strain. Her bruised physique fell nicely between her her boyfriend’s legs, her head resting on his left inner thigh while her obstinate sexual rival glared her from the right side, Li Song’s protruding cock in between their faces.

Sarai heaved, staring right at Li Song’s hard rock manhood. The Thai goddess was well-acquainted with such a view, for she had orally pleasured her man over and over from such a position. To service her man on her knees was a privilege she had earned, and seeing her rival in love on the other side of the gap, between Li Song’s thighs, awaked something animalistic inside Sarai. This was the woman who wanted to substitute her, to usurp this coveted spot for herself and worship his cock. To use her mouth to satisfy him, to drink his cum and gain his love. Sarai knew this space was too small for two girls wanting the same man!

As if Nayoung was thinking the same thing, the Korean slut let out a furious war cry, her hand bypassing Li Song’s manhood and latching onto Sarai’s messed up hair, dragging Sarai’s brown hair towards the middle, where Li Song’s cock awaited them. Sarai was not to be outdone, returning the favour and upping the ante, using her free hand to search for Nayoung’s cxnt.

Soon the Korean slut was returning fire with fire! Sarai quivered, moaning as she felt her Nayoung’s malicious hands bypassing her scant thong and then violating her womanhood. Yet the Thai goddess did not budge, fully aware her boyfriend was looking at them from above, judging who was the worthier lover. Even as her cxnt was ravaged -and she ravaged Nayoung’s cxnt in return- Sarai spared no effort to run her tongue all over the length of Li Song’s cock and balls. Yet even such an act was bound to be met with stiff resistance, as her tongue clashed and battled with Nayoung’s, the two tongues desperately trying to gain every inch of Li Song’s cock!

There was no clear logic in what the girls were doing and Sarai knew it well. The rules for this duel didn’t include claiming or servicing Li Song’s cock as a winning condition. The fierce tongue skirmish did nothing to help her or Nayoung, and most likely distracted from the business of desecrating the other’s pussy.  Yet both women persisted, neither beauty wanted to be upstaged in this intimate contest, Li Song moans urging them forward! Maybe it was a compulsion, or horniness, or desire, or a primal instinct telling them they couldn’t allow another woman to please him. Or maybe all those reasons.

-“Get off his cock..”-grunted the Korean whore as she pulled Sarai’s head away from Li Song’s manhood.

-“I’m the only one…who can service his cock”-replied Sarai defiantly, wincing as she felt her slit on fire! She persisted tonguing her man’s manhood, her womanly pride would not allow her to be outdone by the Korean slut!

-“You’re not needed…”-moaned Nayoung in a trailing voice as Sarai pinched her cxnt lips in a nasty way-“I’ll replace you!”

-“You’ll be nothing but…”-panted Sarai, stopping herself as she felt another sordid attack on her cxnt-“…a passing fancy!”

So the girls battled, desperately fighting for his cock with their experienced mouths while their fingers devastated the other sexual organs in a war of attrition with no end on sight! Sarai’s face was flowing with tears, her desire to wreck Nayoung’s womanhood clashing with the need to get her own reproductive organ out of harm’s way. The anguish of sustaining the heinous spectacle was taking a terrible toll on the jealous girlfriend. She pulled back for a second, but this was no retreat! The Thai beauty gargled, trying to spit on Nayoung’s eyes. Unfortunately, the Korean beauty turned her head ever so slightly, the spit mixing with her own tears as it rolled down her face.

-“You dirty slut!”-whispered the enraged Nayoung before spitting back at Sarai. The two lovers used their spit as bullets, aiming to cause a distraction big enough to overpower the other woman. Yet such attacks only work when they’re a surprise, leading to the warrioresses’ faces being slobbered with saliva.

Sarai screeched once again, unsure how long her cxnt could keep withstanding Nayoung’s lethal attacks. She quivered, finding strength in the fact the Korean slut was clearly hurting and on the verge of quitting. Yet Sarai wasn’t sure if she could win this destructive contest of wills.    

Sarai let out a high-pitched scream as Nayoung’s head suddenly moved past Li Song’s cock and kissed Sarai on the lips. Yet this was no loving, tender kiss…no…as soon as their lips touched Nayoung bit Sarai’s lower lip, causing the Thai goddess to stop the cxnt attack. It was a natural reaction to such a vile attack, yet still a moment of weakness. The next thing Sarai knew was that Nayoung’s slaps came in rapid fashion, weakening the already worn-down girl even further.

The battered Sarai felt Nayoung tentatively getting on her heels before feeling two full knees smashing right into her scratched face, her head rebounding against Li Song’s soft inner thigh. Not fully aware of her surroundings, the struggling Thai student quickly felt a pair of womanly legs applying a tight hold around her upper torso. Soon the sound of cock thrusting into wet cxnt make her realize that the Korean slut was sitting on Li Song’s lap, impaling herself into his eager manhood, while using her legs to prevent Sarai from fighting back. A resounding slap brought Sarai painfully back to her senses, finding herself slowly crushed between the Korean slut’s shapely legs, her arms trapped in the vice grip.

-“Let me go…Argh”-wailed Sarai as another slap shook her head sideways.

-“this is the end…slut”-gloated Nayoung, gleefully riding the man she had coveted for months-“He can see who’s the better woman”

-“Fuck you…”-panted the battered Thai seductress, struggling frantically to break free only for Nayoung to maliciously draw her face right at the junction where Li Song’s manhood entered Nayoung’s vagina. Sarai could hear the faint sound of the two sexual organs coming into contact, her lover’s cock sliding in and out of Nayoung’s gushing womanhood. Soon Sarai was being slobbered with disgusting sex juices all over face, no doubt an act of meant to impress Li Song and at the same demean Sarai one last time.
-“Be grateful…I’ll just showed you…how a real woman…fucks *her* man…”-panted Nayoung, clearly struggling to focus in keeping the Thai bimbo in a leg lock as she was being railed by Li Song-“…let this be…your last memory of him…”

As soon as Sarai heard those insolent words she felt Nayoung’s petite hands cruelly clawing her face, trying to sink her thumbs in Sarai’s eye sockets. The Thai nymph shrieked, closing her eyes and turning her face away to avoid Nayoung’s murderous nails.

Nothing less could have been expected. This was a duel over a man and mercy was not to be shown. Only the most depraved violence would win the man. It was clear Nayoung was taking no chances, still relentlessly wrecking the woman who had dared to get in the way between herself and Li Song! The older woman had every intention of searing this loss deep in Sarai’s memory.

Sarai struggled tenaciously, aware that defeat meant losing her boyfriend. In a desperate hail mary the Thai bombshell buried her head deep in Nayoung’s crotch, biting deep where the inner thigh met her enemy’s cxnt, being so close in fact that her cheeks could feel the smooth motion of Li Song’s dick pounding Nayoung. The Thai goddess was almost fighting blind, yet Nayoung’s wounded wail and trembling physique let her know her dirty assault had succeeded. Sarai felt a pair of malicious hands sinking their nails into her face, trying frantically to dissuade Sarai from the dangerous manoeuvre.

Yet the Thai student persisted with berserker rage! When two women fight over a man in a duel, savagery is expected. No quarter is given, nor asked for. You focus on the destruction of your sexual rival, the devastation of her sexual organs, the desolation of her beauty. Only the most vicious women, the ones who dared to fight dirtier would win his love. Even as of last night the sensual Sarai was having doubts about the duel, but now the Thai beauty fought like a woman possessed. Nothing but the obliteration of the Korean slut would satisfy her!

Faintly aware that the vice grip had considerably loosened, a reinvigorated Sarai sprung up, burying her tits in Nayoung’s face as she bear hugged the copulating couple -that was to say, Nayoung was sandwiched between Sarai and Li Song. A feverish Sarai brought her knee up, targeting Nayoung’s womanhood with malice. The fact that she could feel Li Song’s cock buried deep into Nayoung’s vagina did little to dissuade her.  While he might suffer a little collateral damage, that’s a risk all men accepted when they entered the duel room. Sarai intended to apologize for her brutality later, but for now it was frantic war of attrition.

A flagging Sarai prepared to knee Nayoung again when her abundant bosom exploded in agony. The Thai student cried on top her lungs, fighting like a wounded lioness as Nayoung cut deep into her right tit. Yet Sarai steeled herself, gritting her teeth before scoring another devastating cxnt attack that sent shockwaves of pain in Nayoung’s flailing physique.

Thus commenced the final act. Sarai could feel it, there was no way she could withstand this savage exchange for long. It was Nayoung or her! Sarai tried, yet failed, to muffle a high-pitched shriek as she felt the Korean piranha pulling her nipples with her teeth. A second later, the Korean bitch brought her sharp nails to bear, causing havoc in Sarai’s much abused skin. A favour which Sarai returned to the best of her abilities. There was no much thought in this, just pure instinct, the frantic need to annihilate her sexual rival before she destroyed her. Woman vs woman until one emerged victorious and claimed Li Song’s bed for herself!

Tit biting or cxnt busting? Which would win in the end? Sarai had had several conversations on this very same topic, and there had always been a healthy split between the woman present, with evidence supporting one or the other side depending on the circumstances. Now the Thai coed was living up this very same argument, feeling her sexual rival being ground to dust with every powerful blow against her womanhood. Yet would that be enough to finish Nayoung off before Sarai herself succumbed to the nasty tit biting?

The long-awaited denouement came when a barely functioning Sarai was vaguely away of Nayoung’s womanly physique sliding down Li Song’s body and crashing on the floor. The victory bell toiled, signalling a welcome end to this barbaric duel once and for all. There was no instant happiness for Sarai, just relief she had seen this most feminine of trials through. She felt herself falling in Li Song’s arms, unable to control the tears streaming down her face as he massaged her much abused tits.

The exhausted Sarai heaved, her lungs desperately gasping for air as her much abused body processed the pain. The toll on her magnificent physique had been enormous, and she suspected she’d spend at least two weeks in hospital. Yet there was much to celebrate as Li Song’s eager hands roamed her battered body, his cock demanding to be satisfied. Satisfaction the spent Sarai was more than willing to provide despite her wounds. She was after all, his girlfriend, it was her duty…no her right to claim his cum.

Sarai brusquely tugged the barely conscious Nayoung by the hair. There was to be no pity, not mercy for the defeated, for this was a fight over a man, and the defeated woman had to suffer the consequences! There was some feeble attempts at resistance but Sarai had little problem in applying a leg scissors around Nayoung’s bosom, trapping her arms in the process.

-“Where are your threats to take my man huh?”-panted Sarai as she prepared to mount Li Song-“You want his cock so badly, so watch as I claim him old hag!”

Sarai winced as Li Song entered her: her cxnt hadn’t come entirely unscathed from the vicious cxnt mauling, yet she persisted, gritting her teeth as she strove to take the fullness of his manhood inside her. She rode him, slowly at first, then at a faster face as the pain lessened. Nayoung tried to resist, trying to avoid the degradation to come, yet she was too weak to fight back.

-“Taste his cock in my pussy bitch”-said Sarai as she forced Nayoung’s head into her crotch, smearing her cxnt juices on her face just as Nayoung had done. The victorious Sarai squealed, still feeling some discomfort as Li Song penetrated him, yet it didn’t matter. The satisfaction of seeing her rival destroyed and humiliated in front of him what as all the pleasure she needed.

AFTERMATH

While duels were supposed to be private, it was inevitable that news of the bitter clash between student and teaching student propagated through the university grapevine, winning Sarai a healthy amount of admiration from her fellow students. In most cases it was the female student who ended up humiliated and deprived of her man after a run in with a female of the university staff. The older women usually had more sexual experience, relationships, duels, catfights etc etc, giving them a certain advantages over their younger foes.  Sarai basked in the jealous glances from her classmates, many of whom imagined themselves tearing a romantic rival apart in the duel room and winning the exclusive affections of the men they coveted.

Yet for all the fantasizing, the numbers belied a different reality. Female students preferred to keep their sexual conflicts at the level of non-violent sexual rivalry, only resorting to violence when they felt there was no other choice. Which ended being frequently the case, almost students having had some sort of experience in catfights by the end of their studies. Duels, because of their official nature and the punishment for losing, were a different matter. For every 100 female students, only 30 ever fought in a duel throughout the duration of their studies. Of those 30, only 10 had a second duel and of the 10, only one woman would go and fight a third duel.

The fact that there had been a second duel fought over Li Song caught the attention of many attractive young coeds who were curious about the man who had managed to inspire such passions. Many came away with a good impression of the young stud, a few even managing to score a casual fling when they felt that they wouldn’t be discovered by the jealous Thai girlfriend. No one wanted to end up like Elodie Fan or Nayoung Park. Sarai would remain as Li Song’s undisputed girlfriend for what remained of his studies.

Li Song graduated 8 months later, scoring a job in a company in Hong Kong. Sarai would have loved to go with him but she was still 15 months away from graduation when Li Song finished his studies. She tried to transfer to a university in Hong Kong but her applications were unsuccessful. It was a bitter pill to swallow. While they might manage some meetings when one of them was on holidays, the Thai beauty knew that the young Chinese student would be quickly snapped off by some Hong Kong girl, who would then eventually become his girlfriend.

Yet she didn’t press the matter, nor tried to gauge what Li Song was thinking. Under her cunning mother’s advice, Sarai didn’t even try to officially break up with him. Even as he was boarding the plane, Sarai acted as if they’d reunite soon. It was best to leave things in a rather ambiguous note. An ambiguity Sarai could later use to justify meeting with the Chinese boy again or barging into his new relationship and claiming him back.


END