I'm Better Than You!
Short Story by J. Coleman
Tami and Leann were both partiers and on the daring side when it came to sex, especially Tami who was a real flirt and who would do virtually anything with a few drinks in her. Both girls were average in height and had very similar weights and body shapes that while not heavy, weren't the ultra slender supermodel types. Both brunettes were proud of their bodies and liked to show them off which created a kind of rivalry and competitiveness between them. There was no dislike between the two, just an unspoken "I'm better than you" attitude that manifested itself from time to time.
Tami was an open bi-sexual and would do another woman as quickly as she would do a man as long as they were good looking and into wild, sleazy sex. Leann, while never actually being bold enough to take the plunge with another female, had always harbored a secret curiosity about what it might be like. Tami had tried to use subtle innuendo to initiate something between her and Leann on several occasions, but hadn't had any luck with her vague hints.
The two girls were hanging out together and drinking one night and the subject turned to sex, as it usually did for them after a few drinks. Leann was telling Tami about a guy she'd recently been with and then Tami began to regale Leann with a graphic description of a girl she'd taken for a sexual fantasy ride a week earlier. Leann became red-faced and shocked at the sordid description of what Tami and the other girl had done to each other and the more details Tami let out, the warmer her loins were getting.
With the television on as they talked and drank, a scene appeared on the show they were watching where two women got into a rather sleazy wrestling match and it got both girls' attention as they watched with interest. Seeing Leann's reaction to the wrestling scene, Tami waited until it was over and then stood up.
"Have you ever wrestled before?" Tami asked, pouring them each another glass of wine.
"No, have you?" Leann answered.
"Sure," Tami nodded.
"You mean like body slams and that pro shit, or sleazy stuff like what was just on?" Leann asked quickly.
"Sleazy," Tami smiled. "I did a three-way once and the guy wanted us to wrestle for him on the bed."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, it was great!" Tami added. "I kicked the bitch's ass!"
"Yeah, right," Leann scoffed.
"Oh, and I'm sure you think YOU could take me?" Tami said challengingly.
"Without even working up a sweat," Leann boasted brazenly.
"Come on, let's wrestle!" Tami said, pushing the coffee table back to create a large area in the living room.
"What?" Leann said, surprised.
"Show me what you got . . . bitch!" Tami said with a smile, arrogantly cocking her hands on her hips as she cast the gauntlet.
"Oh, okay, its bitch now is it?" Leann laughed. Leann thought about it a moment and then kicked off her shoes and put her glass of wine on the end table. "Okay, I've got the time to teach you a little lesson," Leann said, quite confident in her athletic ability.
"First one to say 'I give’ is the loser," Tami said, kicking off her own shoes.
Tami was wearing a long sleeved green silk blouse and tight blue jeans while Leann had on black jeans and a brown short sleeve blouse.
"Okay, what are the rules?" Leann questioned.
"Rules?" Tami laughed. "What rules?"
"Okay, I got it," Leann nodded, understanding that this was going to be dirty. Tami was the kind of girl who would probably try to pull her hair or grab her tits to shock her and make her quit, but Leann was ready for it. Besides, Leann thought to herself, with Tami's long hair falling to the middle of her back, if she started a hair pulling fight, she'd lose.
Both women now crouched and stalked each other, circling around with their hands extended, both smiling and giggling lightly. Tami moved in and grabbed the back of Leann's neck, causing Leann to do the same. With their heads now butted together and clinging to the backs of each other's necks, they grappled around on the carpet trying to kick one another's legs out from underneath for a take down or a sweep.
Leann had a slight advantage being barefoot, giving her some traction on the carpet while Tami's feet were slipping more clad in pantyhose. Grunting and panting now as they struggled around the room, Leann finally got Tami leaning over far enough to lock her arm around her opponent's neck and drag her down to the carpet in a headlock.
"Oh you bitch!" Tami spat, struggling to wriggle out of the headlock. "Ungh . . . ungh!" she grunted as she tried to pull Leann's forearm from around her neck.
"Yeah, how ya like that?" Leann taunted. "Now who's the bitch?"
Puffing and panting now and her big tits heaving up and down, Tami curled up into a ball on the floor and tried to wedge a nylon-clad foot against Leann's midsection to push her away. Leann shifted positions and locked the headlock down even tighter as Tami continued to struggle within the powerful hold.
Tami, desperate now and feeling her air supply being choked off, reached out and grabbed a fistful of Leann's hair, jerking the girl's head back violently.
"Aaaaaaagh!" Leann cried out in pain. "BITCH! Don't pull my hair!"
"Let go . . . ungh . . . and I . . . ungh . . . I won't!" Tami panted and grunted, still in the headlock and tugging hard at Leann's hair.
"Ow ow ow!" Leann whined. "STOP PULLING MY FUCKING HAIR!" As soon as she spoke the words, Leann grabbed a handful of Tami's much longer hair and wound the long silken tresses tightly around her clenched fists, pulling hard.
"Eeeeeeiiiiii!" Tami squealed, still writhing against the headlock and now having her hair pulled. Desperate now, Tami sunk her teeth into Leann's forearm.
"Aaaaaaagh!" Leann yelped, instantly releasing the headlock and grabbing her forearm to rub away the pain. "You whore! You BIT ME!" Leann then gave Tami a hard two-hand shove to push her away and both girls quickly got to their knees facing each other.
Brushing their hair back out of their faces, the two girls glared at each other, no longer giggling or smiling. Their heavy breasts heaved up and down as they breathed and each had a steely look of determination now on their faces.
The brief respite didn't last for long as Tami, infuriated by the headlock, lunged at Leann in a surprise tackle, dragging her down to the carpet. Instantly their legs snaked together and they rolled across the living room floor and slammed against the couch, each now with two handfuls of the other's hair.
Hissing and screeching like two alley cats, the friendly wrestling match had now turned into a raging, hair pulling catfight on the carpet with each busty battler intent on destroying her adversary. The sounds of fabric being torn soon mixed with the sounds of their panting and yelping as they continued to struggle for domination. The flimsy tops each girl wore didn't hold up well against clawing hands as they now systematically tried to strip each other.
Leann then managed to get Tami pinned on her back, quickly breaking the mutual leg lock they were engaged in. Climbing atop Tami in a straddle pin, Leann struggled to grab her opponent's wrists and pin them to the carpet above her head. Leann's top was torn in several places with pieces of fabric hanging down to expose the bare flesh beneath. Her black bra was now partially visible and became Tami's new target.
Flat on her back and desperately trying to keep her arms from being pinned, Tami groped and clawed at Leann’s chest, ripping the flimsy blouse even more and finally grabbing the front of her opponent's bra.
"No . . . you . . . ungh . . . don't!" Leann panted, grabbing Tami's wrist to keep her from trying to tear off the bra.
"Get . . . OFF ME . . . bitch!" Tami spat, writhing and squirming beneath her opponent's full body weight while keeping her hand clenched tightly on the thinnest part of Leann's bra right in the front between the two cups.
"Ungh!" Tami grunted loudly as she yanked the bra as hard as she could from her awkward position. The spandex stretched to its breaking point, pulling away from Leann's breasts far enough to allow her tits to fall out from underneath it before it finally gave up with a loud snapping sound.
"Fucking bitch!" Leann hissed, slapping Tami across the face and then grabbing her by the hair. Tami squealed as Leann viciously jerked her head from side to side by the hair, quickly grabbing two handfuls of Leann's hair now in a retaliatory attack. Tami then bucked her adversary off and they rolled across the carpet once again, this time not only pulling each other's hair, but issuing hard slaps to one another's faces as well.
Tami made short work of the tattered remains of Leann's blouse and bra, leaving the girl now topless and vulnerable. She wasted little time going for her victim's bare tits; grabbing, twisting, pulling, squeezing, and pinching the ripe mounds as Leann fought back to not only defend her breasts, but to strip Tami to the waist as well to attack her equally large tits.
Tami's green silk bra proved more of a challenge to get off than Leann would have predicted. Tami kept twisting and writhing to make it harder to get to the bra, eventually pushing Leann away and scrambling to her knees.
Winded now and their hair totally mussed and spiked in many directions, the two buxom brawlers crashed together sumo-style on their knees. Reaching around behind Tami's back, Leann grabbed the back of the shiny green bra and finally tore it off, leaving them both now naked from the waist up. They struggled tenaciously on their knees, their heavy tits smashed flat against each other; pulling hair, clawing at bare flesh, and throwing occasional slaps.
With the battle now at an impasse, Tami upped the ante by grabbing the front of Leann's jeans. Leann's eyes got wide as she realized Tami was trying to get her jeans off so she pulled back, throwing a hard slap to the long haired girl's face, snapping her head to the side from the impact.
"Fucking dyke!" Leann spat as she pushed Tami away.
Thinking she'd found the chink in Leann's armor now, Tami redoubled her efforts to get into her opponent's jeans. Diving at Leann, Tami now had both hands on them and got the button opened before Leann pushed off and rolled away. Lying on her side, Leann quickly tried to rebutton her jeans but Tami didn't give her the time to do it, diving atop her and attacking her breasts with one hand and grabbing her hair with the other. Leann's hands were now trapped between their bodies and it took several seconds to get them pulled out. She finally grabbed Tami's hair and rolled the girl off her, assuming the upper hand herself. Attempting another straddle pin, the zipper of Leann's jeans inched downward as she spread her legs to mount Tami, exposing the very top of her low cut black bikini panties.
With Leann's large breasts now dangling invitingly above her, Tami craned her neck and sunk her teeth into Leann's left breast.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!" Leann screamed out in pain. "You're . . . DEAD!"
Leann then went for Tami's tits with all ten claws, rolling off to the side of her opponent. Both vixens now mauled each other's bare tits; squeezing, twisting, pulling, and gouging with urgency, each wanting to inflict as much pain as possible on the other.
Lying side by side now in a screaming, clawing tit fight, both girls kicked at each other's legs as they writhed on the carpet, neither gaining any kind of clear advantage in their vicious struggle. Leann's jeans were riding very low on her hips with the button open and zipper down and the more she kicked and struggled, the lower the jeans went.
Finally breaking off the painful breast fighting, both girls slowly struggled to their knees, their sore tits heaving up and down now with each breath from the strenuous pace of the fight. Grabbing each other by the hair once again, both girls squealed and cursed as they jerked their heads back and forth by the hair. Leann slowly worked her way into a position where she got one foot underneath her and then stood up, still clinging to two handfuls of Tami's long hair.
While standing up might have seemed like a tactical advantage at first thought, it turned out to be a horrific mistake. Seizing the opportunity, Tami reached out and grabbed Leann's jeans, quickly yanking them down around her opponent's knees.
"You . . . ungh . . . dyke bitch!" Leann screamed, throwing Tami down by the hair and then dropping to her knees beside her. With her jeans now around her knees, Leann's legs were virtually immobilized and Tami was quick to seize the opportunity.
"Now . . . we fight . . . like . . . real . . . ungh . . . women!" Tami threatened, ramming a hand between Leann's legs, grabbing her little black bikini panties and the pubic hair beneath.
"Aaaaaaaagh!" Leann screamed out in agony, writhing and twisting to get away from the heinous attack. With her legs bound by the jeans, however, she fell to the carpet as she tried to escape and Tami was on her with the speed and agility of a cat.
The two girls rolled across the living room carpet once again, each pulling hair with all the intensity they could muster, the fight now escalating to new levels of sordid perversion now that the first cxnt attack had been dealt. Slamming against the front of the sofa, they broke apart momentarily and Tami got to her knees.
Kicking off the jeans that impeded her movement, Leann came up to her knees and caught her opponent with a hard slap to the face that snapped Tami's head to the side. Following the hard slap, Leann delivered several hard punches to her rival's bare tits, staggering her slightly. As Tami teetered now, slightly dazed from the vicious attack, Leann drilled another punch into the girl's stomach and then gave her a hard two-handed shove to push her down onto the carpet again.
With Tami now still reeling from the offensive onslaught, Leann moved in for the kill. Tami began wildly kicking and flailing her legs to keep her attacker at bay. Leann blocked at the wild kicks, trying to knock them away and get through the solid line of defense the kicks were providing. She finally managed to grab the left pants leg of Tami's jeans at the ankle and then the right leg, stopping the kicks for the moment.
"Aaaaaagh!" Tami screamed in frustration. "Let . . . ungh . . . go . . . cxnt!" she grunted, struggling and wriggling to pull her legs free.
Refusing to release Tami's legs, Leann instead sunk her teeth into Tami's right calf, right through the denim material.
"Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!" Tami cried out in pain, bucking and thrashing wildly now to escape as Leann opened her mouth and prepared to bite again. Desperate now to escape, Tami's fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of her own jeans, trying to get them open. When she did, she began to slither and wriggle out of the jeans that Leann was still clinging to, leaving her opponent now furious and clutching an empty pair of blue jeans which she then threw at Tami's face.
Tami's sexy green satin thong was now clearly visible beneath her pantyhose as she quickly got to her knees and locked up with Leann in another two-handed hair pulling embrace. Their tits were now pressed together so tightly, they bulged out to the sides under their arm pits with their arms raised in the hair pulling position. Jerking each other's heads from side to side now caused their tits to rub together, sliding back and forth with each hair pull as hard nipples stabbed into soft breasts.
Both girls were now beginning to suffer from fatigue as the battle raged on with no end in sight. Tami then once again went for Leann's crotch in a surprise attack, grabbing the skimpy little silk panties and actually hooking two fingers into the folds of her labia beneath the sheer layer of black silk.
"Eeeeeiiiiii!" Leann squealed, more from shock than from pain as she felt the fingers probing at her cxnt. She jerked backwards from Tami to break off the lesbian-like attack and Tami moved in quickly.
Dragging Leann down by the hair, Tami snaked her nylon-clad legs around Leann's waist in a body scissors, tightly locking her ankles together behind the girl's back. Leann was on her left side facing Tami, who was lying on her right side. Leann's face was at Tami's breasts so she took advantage by biting them as her hands ripped and clawed at Tami's sheer pantyhose that were holding her in the vice-like scissors.
The popping and shredding sound of ripping nylons mixed erotically with their panting and grunting now, their nearly naked bodies writhing together on the carpet. Tami's pantyhose were no match for Leann's clawing hands and were soon in tatters, clinging to her bare sexy legs in long stringy shards.
With Leann's wriggling, squirming body locked tightly between her thighs, Tami was now getting sexually aroused from the struggle. Being bi-sexual to begin with, the constant rubbing and grinding of Leann's torso against her panty-clad cxnt was all Tami needed to begin pumping back against her opponent's body in rhythmic strokes. Keeping one hand implanted in Leann's hair, Tami now sought out Leann's panties with her other hand; stroking and working the girl's cxnt with practiced skill as she held her fast between her powerful thighs.
Responding against her will to Tami's persistent manipulation of her clitoris and labia through the sheer silk panties, Leann was soon locked in a rhythmic grinding and pumping motion with Tami and her tit biting was now more licking and sucking than actual biting.
The fight had now reached the point where they were in a grey area and the line between fighting and fucking was too blurred to differentiate between the two. Tami was clearly chasing an orgasm now and using Leann like a blow-up sex doll for her own sexual gratification. Leann, somewhat caught up in the throes of passion, was still resisting and fought harder periodically when moments of mental clarity surpassed her libido and she realized what she was doing and that she was engaged in a fight, not in love making.
The scissors hold was now taking a toll on Leann and she again began attacking Tami's thighs to break the vicious hold, raking her claws up and down the girl's tender fleshy thighs. Tami finally released the scissors hold when she couldn't take the clawing any longer and both girls gingerly got to their knees. Brushing their hair out of their faces, their mouths were agape as they tried to suck in air, their chests heaving wildly up and down with each labored breath. Their bodies were now slightly glistening with a light sheen of perspiration and Tami's breasts were shiny from Leann's saliva. They both had the look of wild cave women at this point, their hair a mess, their bodies clawed, bruised, and with numerous red rug burns.
"I'm . . . I'm . . . done," Leann finally panted between heavy breaths. "That's . . . it."
"Oh no . . . we . . . we're . . . not . . . done," Tami responded, equally winded as she shook her head no.
"I . . . am," Leann panted, falling back into a sitting position now and leaning against the couch.
Tami still was shaking her head no and now began to move toward Leann who pulled her knees up to her breasts, curling up tightly. "No . . . more," Leann pleaded.
"I'm . . . I'm . . . just . . . getting . . . started," Tami threatened, reaching out and grabbing a handful of Leann's hair.
"Aaaaaaagh!" Leann screamed. "No . . . no . . . no . . . more!"
Tami was into it now and still very sexually aroused. She wanted more body to body contact and she was going to have her orgasm, no matter what Leann wanted. Tami pulled the struggling and pleading Leann away from the couch and dragged her down onto her back, falling atop her. Leann had no choice but to fight back and as they rolled over several times, they worked into mutual headlocks with each girl snaking an arm around the other's neck.
With the headlocks tightly in place, they struggled into a ball on the carpet, each using her free hand to hook one of the other's legs to hold her in place. Their bare bodies were now tightly entwined into an impossible pretzel-like embrace that neither could escape from. Grunting and panting from the exertion of maintaining the hold, they held the clinch for what seemed like an eternity with neither being able to assert herself and take the advantage in their standoff.
Soon their bodies were sweating profusely and their bare flesh was becoming slippery to hang onto. Wet, sweaty tits now slid against each other in their erotic embrace and their legs now became too slippery to hang onto with a bare hand.
After several long minutes of the intense clinch, Tami used her free hand to once again go after Leann's cxnt. But this time, with their bodies locked so tightly together, Tami actually slid several fingers under the thin elastic leg band of Leann's panties and thrust them deep into the girl's hot, wet cxnt.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Leann gasped, her eyes wide as she realized what Tami was doing. She struggled and writhed harder, releasing her headlock to try to get away. Tami was relentless, however, and as Leann tried to crawl away, Tami fell atop the backs of her sweaty legs and continued to finger fuck her from behind.
"Stop . . . oh . . . mmmmmm . . . no . . . no!" Leann pleaded, her body responding to the sexual attack against her will. She continued to try to crawl away with Tami's full body weight pinning her legs to the carpet, but even as she did, her tight little ass wriggled and moved against the encroaching hand and fingers between her legs.
"Mmmmmmmm . . . . ohhhhhhh . . . ungh . . . no," she continued.
"You . . . like . . . that . . . bitch?!" Tami hissed between breaths.
"Stop . . . ungh . . . ohhhhhhh," Leann moaned, still trying to crawl away, her already sore and swollen tits rubbing and grinding against the abrasive carpet.
Tami then yanked her fingers out and rolled Leann onto her back, mounting her in a schoolgirl pin. Forcing Leann's arms into the crook behind each of her knees, Tami now had her victim totally pinned and helpless, her panty-clad cxnt now only inches from Leann's pretty face.
"You . . . know . . . what's . . . next . . . right?" Tami panted, an evil smirk on her face.
"Oh no . . . no . . . please . . . NO!" Leanne begged, her eyes wide and her head quickly shaking from side to side. "Nooooooooooo!"
Tami inched forward now as Leann began to wildly buck and thrash beneath her. Tami's heavy tits bounced and jiggled wildly as Leann tried to buck her off but Tami hung tough and rode the girl until she tired and finally began to fall limp from exhaustion.
Grabbing two handfuls of brown hair now, Tami slid into position and used Leann's hair to pull the girl's face tightly against her cxnt with only a thin layer of wet green satin separating her labia from Leann's lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm . . . oh yeah . . . ohhhhhhhhh," Tami moaned as she slowly began to gyrate and rub her cxnt against Leann's face. Leanne tried jerking her head to the side to prevent full contact between her mouth and Tami's cxnt, but Tami was in control with the two-fisted hair grab, preventing the evasive move.
Leanne's bare sweaty legs kicked wildly at dead air and then dug into the carpet to try to force Tami off her but it was all for naught as Tami continued to face fuck her with wild abandon. Faster and harder now, Tami slammed her cxnt against Leann's face with her head thrown back and eyes closed, moaning and panting with perverse pleasure as she debased and humiliated her victim to prove her superiority through sexual domination.
Tami then tensed up, gasped, and then pumped furiously as the orgasm ripped through her sexy young body, sending waves of euphoria coursing through her like an electric shock. "Eeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" she squealed, wildly shaking her head and tossing her hair around, her big tits bouncing and swaying from side to side in the throes of passion.
"Oh . . . oh . . . oh god . . . mmmmm," Tami cooed sensuously, finally sliding off Leann's depleted body onto the carpet beside her.
Leanne was spitting and gagging, trying to expunge the taste of cxnt juice from her mouth, wiping her face already with a piece of her torn blouse she'd picked up.
Gasping for oxygen, Leann glared at Tami. "Bitch," she finally spat.
"You . . . want . . . more?" Tami offered, more than willing to keep going even in her exhausted condition.
Leanne averted her eyes and shook her head no.
"Anytime . . . you . . . you want . . . more . . . you . . . got it!" Tami challenged.
"We're . . . gonna . . . fight again," Leann hissed between breaths as her eyes locked up again with Tami's. "Count . . . on it . . . bitch!"
The end?
