The Sexfight Of The Finger Bangs
By Becky Sunshine
Jessie’s and my eyes were locked together as we fingered each other ferociously.
Both of us were intently looking for signs of sexual weakness in the other but so far neither could find any or break the other’s concentration or eye contact..
Sweat began forming on both our brows.
On our necks.
All over our biceps that were trying to out pump the other so valiantly but to no avail.
It formed in great beads on our huge natural tits, then it ran down between them, to our perfectly smooth tummies, some of it pooling in our belly buttons before finally cascading all the way down into our already hot wet pussies.
When that happened you could feel every drop. Because with every drop it would sting your pussy over and over… it was maddening and undoubtedly that bred our hatred for each other more and more.
Funny how immediately at our meeting we both knew exactly what our contest would be. Oh this would without a doubt be a pussy fight.
Womanhood vs womanhood.
There was just no other way to prove who was the superior female to each other than this Neither of us would ever believe any other way.
Besides, it's what we both wanted….
Still neither of us blinked.
I could feel her tight little cxnt grip my single chubby finger tightly, just like mine was squeezing hers, both rhythmically now. We were in perfect sync. Stroke for stroke, bang for pussy bang.
And we were banging hard. Harder than I had ever given or felt before.
So much was our immediate dislike for each other upon meeting that it was bound to get physical. And we immediately hated each other so that it was bound to get very ugly.
What can be uglier than two vicious women fingering each other’s cxnts until one of them gives up?
I feel sure jealousy on both our parts was part of it.
Jealousy of another woman possibly as beautiful and powerful we each were.
Jealousy at even the thought that there might be another woman who was our equal.
Well we would just have to fucking find out who the better woman was and we both knew we would find out tonight.
Shit we were almost twins. And believe me when you look like i do that almost NEVER HAPPENS.
I can’t begin to tell you just how rare that is for me.
Both of us in our early 20’s.
About 5’6” tall.
Both around a very curvy but fit 130lbs.
36DD-24-36 perfection…
I thought to myself “At last I’ve found my evil twin..”
Both thinking “HOW DARE THAT cxnt HAVE A FIGURE SO CLOSE TO MINE!!!”
Now after only 3 minutes both of us were dying to find any excuse to exert her heartfelt superior dominance over the other. And it didn’t take long for us to start trying it on each other at all.
And what was the excuse you ask?
Well the best excuse to fight a bitch than any other.
Over another woman. A shared love interest.
Usually I am the woman being fought over but Jill had expertly enticed us both and put us in each other’s paths. She was an amazing , beautiful, pleasing, and now I was finding a sexually manipulative submissive who was to die for.
As we fingered each other’s holes I knew soon we would change from 1 to 2 fingers. And I wondered how things could possibly feel any more intense than they were right now. But I knew they would.
That is when we will see who is really the better woman, I thought to myself.
Our eyes still locked together as we sweated and panted at each other. I had memorized every shade and every fleck or her eyes now.
They were light blue and mine were sea green with little flecks of yellow scattered through them.
Cat’s eyes. The eyes of a predator.
They were the cat’s eyes belonging to the queen pussy in this fight.
And if Jessie wanted to fight me clit to clit before our duel was over, she would know my pussy was the queen of her pretty blonde pink one without any room for doubt.
Which with all my strength I intended to prove to her tonight.Yes I planned to make this proud challenger my pet, if she even had a mind when I got through with her. Because if I could I would take that from her too.
And make no mistake, predatory I was!!
She had invaded my territory by coming into my home with my old gf, Jill, and not being properly submissive to me.
I can’t allow any woman to do that. Where I live I rule. She must be taught to respect that.
Her body was curvy like mine. Her hair was naturally blonde, as I could tell the moment I snatched her panties off her generous full strong hips, while my own hair is a beautiful shade of honey with highlights of sunshine.
She said she was more than happy to give me a pussy fight.
And as I learned from Jill she was a champion herself.
Poor Jill…What had she gotten us all into?
She sat across the room in my big recliner while she looked in horror as we began to strip our clothes off and throw them at each other.
I even took my panties off, which Jessie had not done, and balled them up and threw them at her.
She caught them, then pulled them to her nose to test the power of my pheromones against how she knew her own were. A woman can tell so much about another woman in this way. And throwing mine at her was my challenge, let her sense my power and back down. This was her last chance.
She took a deep breath as one smells a rose… then she crumpled them up, dropped them on the floor, stomped them, gave me a big smile, and flexed her curvy bicep posing for me.
Then she made a frown, shock her head left to right, and gave me a thumbs down with her free hand and kissed her pumped up bicep proudly.
“YOU FUCKING WEAK cxnt!!!!” I screamed at her.
I was losing it!
Nobody talks or treats me that way!!!
I’m the fucking champ!!!
THAT BITCH JUST ACCEPTED MY CHALLENGE AND TOLD ME I WAS WEAK!!!!
I WAS LIVID.
I walked to where she stood in front of the couch then pushed her down on it, grabbed her by her ankles forcing her back down onto the couch and snatched her panties off her.
Then, just for spite, I easily tore them in half and threw them back in her face
It was definitely on then. Little french lace panties like that are not cheap as I well knew.
"BITCH!!!!!!!" she screamed
She sat up, grabbed me by the hand, and this bitch was fucking strong, then pulled my ass down hard on the couch and stuck her finger inside me.
I would like to say it was expected but her boldness did come as kind of a shock.
Of course all this time Jessie was glaring little hateful daggers at me. Then as I penetrated her own wet pussy, yes both of us were already very wet by the other's sheer physical magnetism and boldness, I glared just as hatefully back at her.
Waiting for her to blink.
Then it suddenly became apparent that we both were proud of what we had done. Violating our hated enemy in such an intimate way. Nothing is worse than this. But we are proud women. And the ultimate humiliation of our rival is the ultimate goal between two dommes fighting for love.
Now Jill was horrified. What was she thinking about bringing a new girlfriend here to me where we two used to live together? I’m sure she kept saying that to herself over and over, but her face was a study in horror. She was drawn up into a ball, almost a fetal position, in the big cozy chair she used to sit on my lap in.
But it had started. And nothing could stop our competition now until it was ended.
And then suddenly it happened, before I knew it I let out a gasp and realized that cxnt had two fingers in me now, and I could really tell by the way she was working them, this bitch was really a domme and a damn good one.
As I struggled to keep eye contact through the superior smug look she now proudly blazed at me she thought for sure I was going down this time….
But I steadied myself, pulled my finger out of her, put my index and middle fingers together, popped them in my mouth and gave them a proper licking. Tasting her sweet hot pussy juice for the first time made me want to dominate her even more. This evil young cxnt, inside my house!
She was indeed using her two middle fingers in me, I will admit, most effectively. Straight up in and out, in and out….. Bang bang
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!!
“But I would fix the curvy blonde bombshell whore!!!…" I thought...
as with a twist I plunged my two fingers deep into her.
At first she gasped, and then she let out an inescapable moan despite herself.
That always works… I thought proudly to myself.
Here was a new twist for her.
I began to use my cork screw on her now dripping vagina
Twist in, rotate, twist out. Twist in, rotate, twist out..
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jill who had been covering her own eyes peeking out now. Because Jill suddenly remembered any time I was angry enough to use my cork screw what was bound to happen.
She had seen it too many times not to know.
Jessie, however, was only barely aware at this point of the possibilities or what a precarious position she had just found herself in.
Her finger banging of me stopped… for the moment it was just Becky working Jessie over.
She dropped her eyes and looked down at my digits in her sweet blonde puss and a wad of drool dripped slowly from her mouth down on her big natural gorgeous tits.
I pounced on her!!!
I continued to cork screw her pussy and I pushed her back down on the couch and began to lick up her saliva which had fallen on her tits hungrily…
I wanted more…
I moved up and lowered my mouth to hers as I continued to finger fuck her. My long serpentine tongue lashed out across her lips… challenging her own sweet love muscle to come out and fight mine.
That must have lit her fire because I felt her fingers plunge into me deeper and start their piston like pumping of my cxnt once again. It was simple but very effective.
But I preferred to cork screw her and I did so with a new vigor.
A long pink tip of a tongue appeared between her lips and finding her lips parted I drove my strong oral angel past them pushing her own tongue back and down. I aimed for her uvula as my prize
And I succeeded!
Now her slightly smaller, weaker tongue was pinned beneath mine. I gave mine a little twirl around the opening of her throat and sunk my fingers deeper into her little pink puss to prepare her for what was about to happen.
Still she was fingering my pussy and even in this superior position it was hard to concentrate. I knew if I gave her the slightest opening she would turn the tables on me. I remembered how strong this bitch was. Perhaps as strong as I am. I could tell from fighting her she had the strongest cxnt I had ever met. And I wondered what it would be like to fight her pussy to pussy with a double dong.
As I had her pinned on the couch on her back I opened my mouth wider and let the full length of my tongue enter her for the first time. At first she gagged but I let my saliva begin to flow freely into her and her gagging subsided.
I dripped great wads of my hormone laced spit into her, forcing her to swallow. She resisted me. I began to cork screw her harder, deeper, and faster and her resistance to my mouth's sexual organ faltered.
I pulled it out and lanced her left nipple with it. My tongue is wide at the base, very long, and tapered sharply down to a tip like a scalpel. And so I used it on her erect left nipple. From her squirming I knew it cut her just like a knife, She felt the hot sharp lashes of it as I intentionally tortured her. Her fingers slowed inside of me then faltered.
I sucked a thick pink nipple into my hot mouth…
I sucked hard then released it… POP….
again I sucked her whole areola into my hot waiting mouth so hard she winced..
Then POP…. I released it and let it fly back in place.
I continued this torture for some minutes then moved to her right breast.
Her left nipple was blood red now, no longer pink and with her free hand she was kneading it and licking her lips. It was as if she was beginning to abandon her power as a femme domme to the ecstasy of finally experiencing the power of one who is more powerful than yourself.
It was quite possible. Because I had proved to many strong dommes that they were in fact switches in my presence. It comes as a shock. Quite a shock to learn you enjoy being womanhandled at the hands of your opponent. But it was true.
I began from her breast to lick upwards to the base of her neck and when I got there she shuttered, tried to finger me more, but faltered again.
So I poured on my dominance of her pussy. I cork screwed that bitch until her fingers came out of me and down to her own clit.
There is no greater humiliation for any domme than to be in a sexfight, abandon fighting your enemy, and to begin pleasuring yourself so shamelessly under her power.
It is for the weak.
It is disgusting.
And one of my very favorite things to do to another strong woman who has challenged me.
Jessie no longer gazed proudly into my eyes, Her eyes were intermittently rolling back into her head now to the rhythm of me finger banging her.
I felt her soft inner thighs close around my ribs, caressing me, urging me, begging me to make her my own.
I looked over at Jill and gave her a big smile….
“Who's the better woman Jill?” I asked her sternly
She looked at me with that same happy smile she had always used when I defeated other strong women in her presence.
“You are Miss Becky… absolutely you are…”
“WHO AM I JESSIE???” I demanded
In one last act of pride and defiance she turned her head away from me and clenched her lips together. They were trembling and there were tears running down her soft reddening cheeks now.
“WHO
AM
I?"
I screamed into her ear
Then in one motion I used my obscene tongue starting at the base of her neck, up her jawline, and finally to the sex glands behind her ear, where I continued to flick the long pointed tip until my purpose would be achieved…
And at the same moment I curled my twin fingers upward in a come hither motion inside her very forcefully, into her G spot…
For powerful proud warriors such as she there can be no mercy, it is either conquer them or be conquered. Jill had brought me a fine specimen of mighty womanhood in Jessie, whom she thought would finally allow her to see her former mistress humbled….
To her credit Jessie managed to muster her will one last time, despite having the knowledge she had already shamed herself in front of a mutual love interest…
she even resisted me until the very end..
But this was the end…
Jessie erupted as only blonde bombshells can do. They are some of the toughest of sexfighters but when they break they hold no passion back from their new Mistress and Jessie was the perfect blonde. I was so happy I would be adding her to my collection.
With all abandon she threw her arms around my neck and pulled my lips to hers and kissed me hungrily. Our tongues came outside our mouths to play like living dueling daggers of flame and passion.
Her thick powerful soft thighs lovingly encircled my waist and her ankles locked together behind my back.
She began to pull my domineering cxnt into her submissive one. So I began to fuck her.
It was right.
It was dominance and submission.
It was what we both wanted.
Yes I fucked her clit to clit.
In the entire universe this was all she wanted now. From this moment forward I would be everything she could ever desire.
Suddenly she clinched me to her as tight as if she were putting me in a bear hug and her hips began a fast steady rocking as she hunched again and again on my superior clit.
I let here.
She was worshiping my womanhood with hers now and no woman can give another a greater or more precious gift than that.
It is the ultimate submission.
She had many waves of multiple orgasms and I let her have her fill because I was stronger and more powerful than any woman she had been with before and she knew it.
And she knew, accepted, and acknowledged I was greater than she. For the first time in her life she had been badly beaten by s superior woman.
And she was glad it finally happened and that I was to be her Mistress.
She was panting heavily now and both our bodies were covered in the sweet oil of womanly sweat. Both of our strong pheromones mingled and created a bouquet of feminine beauty, strength and power. If she came in contact with it a lesser woman might fall to her knees knowing she is in the presence of two goddesses.
Finally she had reached the moment where she could cum no longer. Perhaps for the first time in her life because she was a mighty woman.
She dropped her back down to the couch but still had her arms and legs wrapped lovingly around me.
Now her powerful gaze had returned as we were once again eye to eye, blue to green, and she said…
“You are the better woman Becky Sunshine…”
“You are my Mistress and it pleases me to serve you…”
Then I knew she would be my favorite and fight many battles with slave and free women just for my enjoyment.
Then my greatest pet got down off the couch and onto her knees. With her soft strong hands she parted my legs and began to expertly kiss me starting from the inside of my leg, slowly, up my inner thigh, teasing my pussy, making it wait, then over to the other inner thigh and up my other leg.
This one knew what she was doing.
How to serve,
how to please,
and how to tease.
And then there was another beside her. Jill had removed her clothes and now sat on her knees beside Jessie, her former mistress. Now they both were mine and were eager to serve and please me.
“You may begin..” I commanded
And such love and attention my body has never received before. They pleasured me for hours. I was in heaven. Again and again they together expertly made such beautiful music come from my body as I had never experienced before. All through the night we continued and then all three of us were making love together, but alway they were in deference to me like good girls.
The pair of them together were more than they were separately.
As dawn broke we were all at last satiated. For I was too much for either one of them but as a pair they knew exactly how to push their new Mistresses buttons.
They make me very proud and I am the envy of every domme in Lesbia.
The End
