THE COUNTESS
It was a question of time and we both knew it from the first time we met at a social party. The Countess Roberta was a beauty, late 30’s like myself at that time, long dark hair, great full body, boobs, hips and legs. She had that sexuality who attracted both men and women. But at the same time she wanted to impose her authority, not only as a socialite and a member of the nobility but as a female. She had a way to make other women feel inferior, kind of moral servants. Therefore she had to clash with me, not very given to submission.
As in most cases, all started for small stings in public… “Oh, Maura, what a nice dress you are wearing today… The same than in the wedding of my cousin Julia?”. “No, Roberta, that is probably the skirt you are wearing, I think it is still wrinkled from that wedding.”. Or, like the day all ended: “Hello, Maura, are you sick? You have a purplish color that you should take care off”. “Really, Roberta? I think the yellow color is symbol of envy and then you should be totally yellow”. “Envy? Of whom?”, she smiled wickedly, “of a plebeian bitch like you?”. “Oh, Countess, do you mind talking to plebeians better than you? For what I heard, your language and conduct in general is not very high class when you are in bed with your lovers”. “OOOHHH, how do you dare…? This is to much… I will punish you for this”. “Yes, Roberta? How do you intend to punish me?”. “Woman to woman, to see who is better”. “A pleasure, Roberta, though I know I am the best. Where and when?”. “Now, in my private rooms”, hissed the Countess.
I must tell now something about me. I am an independent business woman, lesbian, single at that time, well respected is social parties, very fit physically, 5’7”, 140lbs, 40c-28-38, long black hair, unshaved, and with a healthy sexual appetite if I can call it like that. I knew part of our rivalry was a sexual attraction for each other. I was more than glad to accept the challenge. More than that, I was sexually aroused.
We left the party, only accompanied by the Countess’ current toy, a prize blonde all boobs and hips called Mimi, and my occasional companion, Teresa, a socialite too, but with much more brain than Mimi. Roberta’s private rooms were as spacious as a soccer fiel, with kitchen and two bathrooms included, and a living room that was not lacking any luxury. The blondie politely offered drinks and Teresa and her sat down on an enormous sofa, while the Countess and I confronted each other in the center of a rich Persian rug.
We were inches apart, our breaths hot, our breasts up and down, our scents noticeable. “Any condition, bitch?”, she hissed. “We are at your home, slut”, I hissed too. “The one who losses will be submitted to the other”, she said. “Fair enough”, I smiled. Without speaking, we started getting naked, dresses, bras, panties, high heels. Only black stockings remaining on our firm bodies. I looked in admiration at her figure, as fit as mine, breasts slightly smaller, bush thicker, flat stomach, strong thighs.
I heard the gasp of Teresa and Mimi when our breasts smashed and our arms circled our bodies, the long manicured fingernails clawing in the backs, the thighs immediately crossing and pussing, the animal groans escaping from our throats. It was for the moment a kind of test of strength, body to body, strong and lusty females trying to declare their superiority.
It was clear we were very well matched physically and didn’t seem possible to overcome the other by brute force. A layer of sweat was covering our bodies when I decided to change tactics. I slided my left hand from her back and my thumb and finger pinched and twisted her right nipple. She gasped and groaned and then she did the same to my right nipple. We looked intensely to our eyes as we pulled and twisted the nipples, watching the tears appear when the pain was at its height, but we continued and used the other hand in the other nipple. God, it hurt! Suddenly, her left hand abandoned my right nipple and slided down to my mound, grabbing a bunch of my bush hairs and pulling brutally “How’s that, bitch?”, she hissed. I screamed and doubled my body, trying to escape, and at the same time my left hand went to her mound and pulled her hairs as brutally. She also screamed when I told: “The same as this, slut”. We pulled savagely, tears running on our cheeks, until I yanked hard and a tuff of dark hairs was in my hand and I pushed the hairs in her mouth… She spat and swore, letting my mound go, separating from me a couple of paces. I smiled for the first time in the fight, but the smile froze in my lips when she launched herself to me, her head hit my stomach and I tripped and fell on my back on the thick carpet. She was on top of me in a millisecond, her legs tangled with mine, her tits pressing mine, and her hands grabbing mine above my head. I felt her hairy pussy grinding on mine and I felt a pang of desire, feeling the scent of our juicy cxnts. I ground back, her eyes openned wide in surprise, and I took advantage to roll her over and smile again when my hands pinned hers to the rug, my boobs pressed hers and my pussy ground on top of hers. We were very sweaty, and our body smells filled the room. I heard the moans of our friends and I thought they were just aroused by the fight, but when I looked sideways I saw them kissing, hands between legs and half naked. In an impulse, I kissed the Countess, pushing my tongue into her mouth looking for gagging her, but her tongue responded and both tongues fought in the mouths, while the saliva spilled out to our chins and necks. It was a brutal sexual contest, from mouths to toes, with the action especially hard in the rubbing tits and the grinding cxnts.
Suddenly, we arched our bodies, groaned in our mouths, and shook strongly, nails clawing in the other’s hands, cum gushing from our slits unstoppably, like rivers.
None had won, none had excelled the other, the swords were still up. I let go my pressure, sat down on the rug and started recovering my breath. Roberta did the same, with rage reflected in her eyes and we both looked briefly to our friends who were panting and sweating in the sofa after a big orgasm.
The Countess’ reaction was not totally unexpected but a little surprising. She said: “You nasty whore, don’t believe for a minute you are leaving like that. Now I am going to beat you to pulp and fuck you until you are destroyed”. Immediately, as I was starting to stand up, her right hand clashed savagely on my face, making me trip and fall on my back. Before I could react, with my face stinging of the attack, she got up fast and started to kick my sides with her naked foot. I rolled over as fast as I could, trying to avoid the kicks of the enraged Countess and managed to get on my feet, hurting in my ribs but not big deal. I confronted the furious Roberta with a big smile in my lips. “Now you have made a big mistake, Countess. I was willing to test who was better of us sexually, and it seems we are close and are a difficult match. But if you want to fight like bitches, I am ready, and you don’t stand a chance”.
Sideways, I could see an alarmed Mimi trying to get up, probably to interpose her curvaceous body between us. But Teresa hand restrained her from moving and my friend simply move her head in a negative gesture. She knew my recent past of semi professional fighter.
The Countess seemed dubious after my speech, but her rage was enormous and her dominant character took over her otherwise intelligent mind. She launched herself
to me furiously, which is always a bad idea against an expert contrincant. She found air when I moved slightly sideways and my foot kicked her beautiful ass, sending her face downwards on the thick rug. I was fast too, I leaned over, grabbed her lustrous hair and rolled her over on her back, sat down on her belly, with my knees on her arms, then started slapping her cheeks immisericordly, strongly, brutally, until her face was red and the tears rolled down freely and she started screaming, STOP, STOP, STOP YOU PLEASE!!!
Suddenly the bitch orgasmed, jumping and squirting on the rug, groaning madly and peeing even. I was surprised and let her free…
I was tempted to humiliate her more, but felt suddenly generous… Ot was it I still desired her? I said to Mimi: “Sweets, you better don’t tell people about this… Let’s keep it among the four of us… She is a great woman…”.
After that, Teresa and I left the room and the house.
