The first time I ever heard of a sexfight was from my college housemate, Lily. We shared a two bedroom apartment ten minutes away from Miskatonic University, where we both studied different courses – hers was Non-Euclidean Mathematics and mine was Ancient Languages.
I was awake in my room when I heard her cum, loudly and noisily.
I was, of course, tangentially aware that she had someone over. Well, not just a someone, but a girl with a pixie cut who looked like she would one day star in a Netflix special about a dysfunctional lesbian relationship. I saw them come in after what I assumed was a date, before they disappeared rather quickly into Lily’s room.
“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” I heard Lily cry, from the darkness of my bedroom. I groaned, and tried to push the sound away, to not let it follow me into my world of sleep. “Fuck!”
I glanced to check at the clock. It was past midnight.
I laid in bed, willing myself to sleep. It almost worked, but a few minutes later, I heard footsteps outside in the living room.
“You are such a bitch,” the short haired girl, Cassidy was saying.
“You lost. So pay up,” came Lily’s reply.
“What if Jen comes out?” Cassidy asked.
In my head, I could imagine Lily shrugging. “She won’t. She’s asleep.”
“And if she does come out?”
“Then we’ll have to explain to her why you’re lying down with whipped cream on your nipples and pussy.”
“And we couldn’t do this in your room?”
“Ants,” and I could hear the maddeningly reasonable tone in Lily’s voice. “I’m not having ants in my room.”
“You are so weird.”
“And you’re a loser. Now lie back and let me eat whipped cream of you.”
“Most girls enjoy spanking the ones they beat. Or fucking them. Not using them as a hor d'oeuvre.”
“I’m not most girls. Now lie back.”
“Fuck you.”
“No,” and I swear I could hear Lily’s grin in her voice. “I outfucked you.”
“Bitch…” Cassidy said, before her complaints turned into breathless little moans.
I could have ignored it and tried to go back to sleep. What was happening outside was something I did not need to know.
I blinked groggily in my room, then frowned. There was something I was missing. I sat up in my bed, the blanket falling down my waist. The sounds outside were still going strong, but beyond the obvious, there was something I quite couldn’t put my finger on, something they had said, something –
I listened, straining against the breathless moans, but I could hear no words, just the sounds of lovemaking, the occasional whimper from what I assumed was the kitchen counter.
And then it hit me. “She lost?”
For some reason, that excited me even more than the knowledge that there were two fairly attractive women going at it like exhibitionistic rabbits outside. Cassidy had lost, which meant that Lily had won. What was it that Lily had said?
I outfucked you.
There was a loud keening cry as Cassidy came.
“Fuck that was good,” I heard her say, the words tumbling out breathlessly.
“Better than the one I gave you earlier?” Lily asked.
There was a pause. “No,” Cassidy said. Her next words sent a rush of exhilaration through me.
“Forced orgasms are always the best.”
I felt a surge of excitement. Forced orgasms are always the best. That made my mind race, set my imagination on fire. I felt a mad urge to go outside, to find out more.
“Don’t be stupid,” I told myself. “That would be the most awkward thing ever.”
Wide awake now, I pushed back the covers, got out of bed, and stood by the door. It had been an unusually warm October, and I had elected to sleep only in my panties. I paused, and listened. I didn’t really want to go out, and yet I really…really did.
I could hear them kissing. And it drove me wild, knowing that just outside – something right out of a fantasy would greet my eyes.
I do not know what madness took me that night, but before I knew it, the doorknob was in my hand and I stood in the doorway, tousled hair and topless, staring at two naked women defiling the kitchen counter, with a can of whipped cream lying on the floor.
…..
“It’s called sexfighting.”
They were naked, and I was topless, and we sat together in the living room.
“Sexfighting.” The word rolled off my tongue. It was both strange and exciting. I felt a thrill run up my spine, as if I could taste the sex in the air.
“You fuck,” Lily said, point blank. “And you try to make her cum. Before she makes you cum.”
“First to cum loses,” Cassidy chimed in. She looked even better naked.
“It’s fun,” Lily added. She leered at me, and I felt myself flush, suddenly even more conscious that there were two naked women in front of me, and that I was clad in nothing but my panties.
“I have so many questions,” I said. My eyes moved from one naked woman to the other – drawn, unimaginatively, to the hint of fuzz between their legs, darting up to their exposed breasts, before my gaze roved down again.
“Of course you do,” Lily said easily. She glanced at Cassidy, who glanced right back at her. Something passed between them.
“The best way is to show you.”
…
For all my bravado, I was nervous. But excited as well. It was an odd cocktail mix of emotions. I was not only about to fuck my roommate, but I was about to compete with her. Woman to woman, with another woman bearing witness to my very first sexfight.
Sensing my nervousness, and obvious hesitation, Lily smiled comfortingly, almost encouragingly. “Don’t over think this,” she said. “It’s just a game, with sex. That’s all.”
Just a game, I thought to myself. I took a deep breath. Cassidy shifted in her seat, nodding in agreement, silently urging me on.
Surprising myself, and really, surprising all of us, I looked into Lily’s eyes, then leaning in, lightly kissed her lips for the very first time. I pulled her into an embrace, my arms circling around her, holding her against me, as we kissed again, a kiss that this time, wasn't just a kiss, but a kiss that I filled with passion, as well as lust for her.
She managed to suck on my lower lip, for a few moments, before she slipped her tongue out, and licked against my mouth. I parted my lips, felt her tongue against mine, then as she drew hers back, mine followed, and our tongues had a little duel, before I managed to suck on her tongue.
My fingers no longer were content to just hold her in my arms, they began to roam freely, up and down her back, down to even slide over her ass. Each time I moved my hands up and down, along the sides of her back, my fingers would just barely touch the outer edges of her breasts, just enough for her to know that it wasn't by accident, that I was touching her there with erotic intent.
Her fingers slipped up, with a goal in mind, to cup my breasts. We spent some time touching each other – slow, unhurried, exploratory caresses – two roommates embarking on something new together. But the element of competition was not far from our minds, for we were just as quick to return to our heated kiss. I felt the softness of her breasts pressed against my own - it felt wonderful, yet as she pushed her chest into mine, there was also a hint of challenge. An invitation to push back.
It was an invitation I accepted gladly. My own chest, larger and heavier, pushed against hers. I swore I could feel her heart pounding against my chest – she could certainly feel mine. My nipples, now pointed and stiff, dragged over her skin. I heard, rather than saw, Cassidy shift in her seat – it was Lily who had my attention. Just Lily, only Lily – my friend, my roommate, my lover and now…my rival.
My lips left hers, and I kissed my way across her cheek, slipping slightly downward and began to nibble on the side of her neck, before nibbling her ear, sucking on the tender lobe, listening to her sighs of approval. I released her ear, and kissed my way back across her neck, and almost unconsciously she tilted it back for me, and I worked my way over to tease and excite her as I nibbled upon her other ear. I then kissed my way back across and back up to her lips, before I began to kiss my way downward.
Once my lips touched the top of her breasts, I no longer was actually doing any kissing. Instead I began to use my tongue. I licked all around the outer edges, first one breast than the other, then I slowly began to work my tongue around in circles, concentrating first on her left breast. I bathed the sweet flesh with my tongue, working it around in slowly collapsing circles, until just the tip of my tongue traced the outer edges of her nipples.
Working on instinct, I didn't touch her nipple with my tongue. Instead I licked over to the right one, and repeating my movements, until I was again just circling around the hard bud. This time, as I let my tongue swipe across the hard bud, I heard the soft moan in her throat, as I tongued that sweet pink colored nub. The moan increased in volume, when I sucked Lily’s hard nipple between my lips, drawing it in deeply, as I used the tip of my tongue to rub against it. I drew my head back, with my lips tightly enclosing her nipple, until it was pulled free, and popped out of my mouth. I then switched back over to the left, where I again sucked the nipple in deeply. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the pleasure she felt…the pleasure that I was inflicting on her.
That sent a thrill down my spine. It was, upon reflection, a heady flush of desire born of control. I was causing her to feel this pleasure – I was inflicting it on her. And she who was meant to resist me could do nothing of the sort.
I heard the soft moan in her throat as I released her nipple and began to lick my way downward from her breast, over her stomach, still slipping down. I finally had to drop down on my knees in front of Lily, but it was no submissive pose of surrender. Instead, it was her who was lost to me, with her back arched, her eyes glazed and eyelids fluttering. I gazed at her pussy, now at eye level, before I leaned in and kissed her nether lips. I wasn't surprised to her wet, with her scent hitting me hard and driving me further down the river of lust. I tasted her wetness, first with just my lips, and then I actually licked her cxnt. My fingers moved up and down her legs, touching her as softly as I could.
I pressed my lips against her mound, tasting the sweet, intoxicating essence, lightly kissing her there, before I stood back up. I kissed her lips once more, then I pushed her over backwards down against the sofa. Leaning down, I kissed her lips again, then trailed my mouth down, kissing and sucking on her breasts, down over her stomach, and stopping just short of her pussy. I stood upright for a quick moment, then went back down to my knees. I licked her right calf and worked my lips and tongue up her leg, over her thigh, sliding across just above her pussy and then back down her other leg, and then licked back upwards until my lips were just above her pussy. I spread open her thighs, and then positioned myself between them. I used my hands to keep her thighs apart, as I began to lick around the outer moist edges of Lily’s pussy, my tongue trailing through her wet slit.
“You’re doing great,” Cassidy said. The pixie cut haired woman was now beside me, watching intently as the woman who defeated her appeared lost in her own pleasure at my hands and lips. “Sexfighting is about control…keeping control of yourself, while taking control from the other woman.” Lily seemed to shudder at that, and her eyes snapped open. I could see the indecision there, mingling with her lust and desire to just let me take over. Guided by instinct, and prompted by Cassidy’s knowing gaze, I drew in Lily’s sweet scent, as I used my tongue to tease her. I traveled over her sweet, wet lips, as I licked them softly, savoring the rich honey-like flavor. My mouth moved over, as I began to run my tongue up and down her slit.
“She wants to fight back…she knows she has to fight back…but she can’t…” Cassidy whispered, her voice soft and sibilant in our ears. “A part of her wants to regain control…but there’s another part…that wants to give in…to surrender…”
That made us both moan, that live commentary, accentuating the already erotically charged air between us. At first my tongue barely penetrated the hot, wet flesh between Lily’s open legs, but as I continued to lick her, I applied more and more pressure on my tongue, until it slipped between the hot flesh .... inside her.
I licked up and down, sometimes just with the tip of my tongue, sometimes, I used as much of it as I could, so that she felt my taste buds rasping over the tender flesh of her clit. I pressed my hands against her inner thighs, and pushed outward, spreading Lily’s legs even more, as my tongue caught her off guard.
She moaned out loud, as she felt my tongue slip inside her hot body, past her flagging defenses. I pressed my mouth as tight as I could against her. When I slipped my tongue out, I caused her to moan out, as I quickly sucked in her clit again. I drew it deep in my mouth, and then like I had done with her nipples, I pulled my head back, stretching the hot sensitive flesh, until it could stretch no more, and was pulled from between my lips.
“Fuck…”
It was the first coherent word she had spoken, and I looked up at her, meeting her gaze. She blinked at me, and licked her lips. When she spoke again, her voice was soft, yet thick with barely repressed desire.
“Cassidy’s right…” She shifted slowly, her hips sliding up and down against my face. “I want so badly to fight back…but I can’t…not any more. I…I can’t hold it in…” Her words came out in a mad rush, a tumble of syllables that made my heart soar.
“You’ve taken control away from me…” Lily added. “You’ve won, Jen.” For the first time, I noticed how flushed her face was, how her chest rose and fell as she regarded me. This woman, who had offered to be my first sexfight teacher, now proved to be my first sexfight victim. There was shame and lust in equal measure on her face.”
“Now make me cum, like the slut that I am.”
Those words must have cost her, but she said them regardless. I felt my heart go out for her, at this woman who so gallantly and gracefully admitted her defeat and surrender to me. And yet my spirit soared, with the sensation of undisguised triumph at this act of conquering another woman. Pride, joy…want and desire.
My hands no longer pressed outward against her thighs, as I returned to licking her pussy. There was no need, for her legs had opened up to me instead, accepting her defeat and signalling her submission. Freed from the need to pry them apart, my hands caressed her inner thighs instead, adding to her pleasure. I felt, at that moment, determined to make her orgasm intense, as if to reward her admission of defeat, so salve it somehow by inflicting pleasure that would radiate through her very core. And yet, I realized, in giving her pleasure, I was inflicting even greater humiliation upon her – for in doing so I was showing her just how much control I had over her.
I felt the tremors flowing through her thighs, and I knew that she was slipping over the edge. I thought I heard her cry out about something about cumming, but I wasn't sure, nor did it really matter to me, for I knew that I had won – and much as she was lost in her pleasure, so was I lost in the pleasure of inflicting it on her. I wasn't going to stop doing what I was enjoying, and I was sure that she was not going to make me stop doing what she was enjoying .... even as I brought her to thunderous defeat.
A strange quiet fell, as I tried to make sense of the myriad of emotions bubbling inside me. Emotions too difficult to quantify individually, so mixed as they were, entwined in a messy tangle, like a song with too many notes. But there was one strident sound in the cacophony – I now felt my need intensified.
“You won,” Cassidy said. She looked at Lily, who flushed red, realizing, perhaps, that not only had she lost to someone completely new to the art, but she had lost in total fashion, in front of the woman she had bested earlier that night.
“You deserve a prize.”
And then she leaned forward and kissed Lily right on the lips, before pulling back and looking up at me. She grinned, and tilted her head in Lily’s direction. “Your turn,” she said.
I moved, as if hypnotized, and my lips met my conquest’s. Where our first kiss was a kiss of equals, there was a marked difference now. Lily felt softer, more accepting, more pliable to my will. My tongue plunged into her mouth – she sucked on it, submissively, accepting her place. We were, I realized, slipping into our roles of victrix and defeated with the ease borne of circumstance.
I moaned into Lily’s mouth, and felt rather than saw Cassidy kissing my inner thighs. “You’re so wet,” Cassidy said, and I felt Lily tremble at those words. My roommate broke our kiss, her eyes regarding me for a moment.
“To the winner,” she said, “…goes the spoils.”
Cassidy began to kiss her way back up my inner thighs as Lily ran her hands down my shoulders to my breasts, giving them a squeeze. She shifted, guiding me back against the sofa, before dropping down to her knees beside Cassidy. Together, they brought their mouths in to my breasts that Lily was holding. I closed my eyes as I felt Lily’s mouth kiss my left nipple, and then Cassidy kissing my right one. Then Cassidy shifted away while Lily took her place between my thighs – their movements were fluid, choreographed, a dance displayed for my benefit.
It turned me on so incredibly much.
Lily kissed her way up my thighs, going from one thigh to the other. When she got next to my pussy,
I prayed to the god I did not believe in that she would not tease me as I did her. I was burning up with passion – I needed Lily to lick me, not tease me. The next thing that I felt was Lily's tongue going up the length of her pussy.
"Oh fuckkk..." I moaned as I felt my pussy quiver.
“It’s almost an unspoken rule,” Cassidy said, from her perch where she idly touched herself to the view. “The loser must serve the winner.”
“Like earlier?” I asked, as if to remind her that I had succeeded where she had failed. She took it with a little smile, acknowledging the truth in my words.
“Like earlier.” She leaned forward, and I knew in that moment that I would be facing her next. “Like now.”
"I think she likes that," Cassidy said to Lily, and she was right on that score. Lily’s hands caressing me, her tongue licking me, was more than I could have ever imagined feeling. “If you had done that earlier, your positions would be reversed.” I felt Lily groan into my pussy, and I shuddered. “You haven’t been licked by her,” Lily muttered in response from between my legs.
Her tongue went back town my slit where she began to lick up and down my lips. Her hands reached up for my breasts, but instead of gripping them in pornographic fashion, her fingers reached for my nipples and gently tweaked them, rolling them between thumb and forefinger as if she were turning dials on a radio. One hand then drew downwards, and those fingers began spreading my pussy lips wider so that her tongue could get deeper inside me.
Lily was going from my pussy lips to my clit, giving my clit a long suck and then licking on it before going back to my lips to lick me some more. The sensation was by itself spectacular, but coupled with the knowledge that I had bested her for this privilege – it served only to intensify my pleasure and enjoyment. Before long, I was gripping the cover of the sofa, lifting my ass up off the cushioned seat and pressing my pussy with reckless abandon against Lily’s face.
As I got closer to my climax, I felt Cassidy come closer, before her lips met mine. I tried to kiss back, but I was panting too hard to return it, and it turned sloppy and wet, which in the heat of the moment served only to enflame me further. Lily’s mouth then latched onto my clit as her two fingers entered my pussy. They began to fuck me, slow at first, but picking up the pace quickly.
It was strange just how much turning Lily on and bringing her to orgasm had in turn turned me on, and it did not take long for me to reach a hard climax of my own. It was like a star had exploded in my head – I saw light, before my mind rose and fell beyond heaven and hell. My entire body seized up – my toes curled, my back arched, and I screamed unintelligibly.
When I came back around, I found myself slumped against the sofa, with Lily looking up from between my thighs and Cassidy holding her phone in her hand.
"Sit on my face." Lily whispered to me, and I obliged, and looked up to the camera as Cassidy took a picture of me on top of my prize.
