The two girls practically snarled as they tore into each other with their mouths. Kissing, moaning, pulling each other’s hair for all they were worth. They were shivering, full of desire and lust for one another. Not just lust for sexual gratification, but lust to hurt each other as well. They loved each other, but still, their desire to overcome each other was so great that they now didn’t just want their opponent to admit they had lost...they wanted their opponent’s boyfriend to admit they had lost. They split for a second, still holding each other’s hair and clutching each other’s bodies, but separating at the mouth.
“God I love this.” Layla said through her clenched teeth. “So do I.” Lacey said back, also clenching her teeth into the words. They had devolved into a more primal state of mind it seemed, and the boys ate it up, leaning forward wide eyed and grinning. Layla struck out, her fist landing home into Lacey’s cheek, turning the other girl's head and they let go of each other. They faintly heard both boys gasp quietly, wondering where this would go. Lacey felt the sting and gasped herself at the blow. They had agreed on this, but you never know how someone will react to being hit until they are hit. She trembled as she touched her cheek briefly. Not in pain or anger...but in desire. She had….LOVED….IT. “Yeah.” She said as she rolled her shoulders, Layla having backed off to gauge her friend’s reaction. “That’s more like it.” She finished and Layla smirked back at her. “Tougher than you look aren’t you princess?” She said as the two of them began to circle slowly. “Shut up and fight me, Layla.” Lacey grinned back, saying it with a bit of a chuckle. Layla cocked her head at that comment and smirked. “Fine by me.” she said, and continued to side step along with Lacey. Finally, Lacey looked to pay Layla back and snapped out a fist, catching her in the left temple. Layla took the hit and grunted as Lacey gave her the same courtesy of stepping back a second in a defensive position, watching for the reaction Layla had to being struck in the face. The girl in the black socks just grinned. “Okay...that’s out of the way right?” She asked. Lacey just smirked back and nodded. Layla finished with “Let’s get this show on the road then.”
If the boys sitting on the couch had thought that their girlfriends were second guessing their decision to take things to this level because of the slower start, they had been dead wrong…
Lacey and Layla flew at each other and grappled tightly together, their hands on each others upper arms and began to tangle and push with looks of sheer determination on their faces. Both of them grunted and growled as they desperately strove to over power the other, foreheads pressed together and teeth bared in snarls. As they turned and shoved, Layla stomped down hard onto Lacey’s left foot, causing her to yell out in surprise and pain. “Payback hun.” Layla said as her opponent stumbled away from her. She grabbed lacey by the shoulders then and shoved her, as if antagonizing her on the playground. Lacey yelped and stumbled, falling to her bare ass on the carpet with a thud. “Come on girl I thought we weren’t playing around anymore?” Layla chuckled. Her laugh was short lived as Lacey launched herself up to tackle Layla down to the carpet, grabbing her around the waist and driving forward with a growl of effort. Layla landed hard and Lacey straddled her waist before driving a fist into her black haired opponent’s stomach. Layla gagged and lifted her arms to defend herself but Lacey took hold of both wrists and drove them to the floor. She looked down at Layla and began to gyrate her hips slowly in tight circles as she held her down. “Yeah babe!” Blake called out as Lacey held Layla, who was now biting her bottom lip tightly, subdued on the floor. “Say my name Layla.” She said as their pussies glided together. “In fact...I’m gonna make you sreammmmm it.” She said, drawing out the word scream as she squeezed her hips into Layla’s extra tightly. The girl on bottom let out a quiet moan and looked up at Lacey. “Fuck y-AGH!” her retort was cut short as Lacey laid a fist across her cheek just as she spoke. This freed one of Layla’s hands however and she used it to grab Lacey’s disheveled ponytail and pull her down toward her waiting mouth.
Layla did not kiss her. She didn’t whisper to her. She didn’t nibble at her ear. No. She pulled her head off of the floor and pulled Lacey down to her level and drove her teeth into her opponent’s shoulder, just at the soft flesh below her neck. “AHHHHH!” Shrieked Lacey as her gyrations stopped and she found herself trying to backpedal. Layla held firm. Both hands now free, she dug her short nailed fingers into her opponent’s back and heaved, rolling Lacey to the bottom now, still clamped onto her shoulder. Lacey thrashed and hit at Layla hard in the body and head but still she held on. “FUCKING BITCH!” Lacey screeched.
“Jesus Christ, are they going to be okay?” Blake whispered to Drew as they looked on. Drew chuckled. “Dude, she bites ME like that sometimes. She’s super turned on and she’s in rough sex mode right now. They’ll be fine.” he responded. And true enough, when Layla let go, no blood had been drawn. The skin wasn’t even broken, though an angry red welt and the clear indentations of Layla’s teeth were visible on Lacey’s shoulder now. Layla slammed a fist into Lacey’s head just as Lacey began to pummel her own from the bottom. They were both hitting each other over and over now, grunting and crying out as they did so. They wriggled, writhed and tussled on the floor as they tried to beat at each other, and yet the sounds of pain and frustration were still punctuated by the sounds of soft moaning and whimpering from both of them. They set to rolling again, over and over on the carpet as they swung and collided with each other, all the while, their bodies entwined in a deeply primal and passionate state. Both of the girls were aware that they were not trying to damage their opponent. Their blows to the head and face were, albeit slightly, subdued, and they deliberately aimed away from each others eyes and noses. They were friends, and somehow, this was still a friendly fight. They did not want to send each other home with missing teeth or a black eye after all. However, anyone else who watched the two thrashing and yelling figures writhing on the floor could’ve been easily fooled into thinking otherwise.
“Goddamn it, I love fighting you like this.” Layla said quietly when the two of them finally scuffled their way into a stalemate, both of them lying on their sides with their legs tangled together and clasping each other's hands, both pushing and pulling, but holding on to each other’s hands to keep any more blows from coming. “Oh my god YES.” Lacey whispered back. They spoke where only the other could hear. Drew and Blake were allowed to watch, but there were just some parts of it they wanted just for them. Lacey gave a grunt and pushed, almost putting Layla on her back again, but Layla resisted, both of their arms trembling as she heaved over, almost taking the advantage again, only to find the both of them back in their stalemate.
Their arms still pushing, legs still tangled, they leaned in and kissed each other. In contrast to their struggling bodies, the kiss was tender and passionate, speaking all the words of affection they had for each other into existence in that wordless embrace. They moaned into each other’s mouths as their tongues danced and their eyes rolled back and closed tightly. All the while, their arms and legs continued their strain against each other, their dripping wet sexes only millimeters away from dancing together the same as their mouths. They trembled and writhed together there on the floor as Blake and Drew looked on...aching...dying to relieve the throbbing desire that had built within them all night. No one knew how long this stalemate had gone on...the girls only knew that they kissed and wrestled here on the floor long enough for their lips to go numb, and their arms to fall still clasped at the fingers from fatigue. Lacey released her opponent’s hand to reach down between them and caress Layla’s clit.
Despite what you see in porn, a woman does not want to slide fingers inside her opponent’s pussy during a sexfight. Not a real one anyway. You don’t want to have your fingers inside a writhing, thrashing, resisting opponent unless you want broken fingers or to seriously damage the other person’s vagina. But she was able to just tease insertion as she swirled her fingers around and just barely slid them inside of Layla’s pussy. She was rewarded with her friend’s gasping breath and an arch of her back as her mouth opened slightly. Lacey continued her hand motions, feelling Layla’s hand grab feebly at her wrist for a moment as if to stop her. She was shaking already, and Lacey grinned to herself, sure she would make her friend cum in no time flat at this rate. It wasn’t to be though as Layla’s shaking hand left her wrist and snapped out, grabbing her chest tightly and pushing back. “Not gonna happen.” She said as she pulled her knees to her chest and kicked out, shoving into Lacey’s stomach and sending her sliding away. Her voice was breathy and had the hint of a moan in it as she spoke however.
Lacey gritted her teeth in frustration as she was pushed off, and both girls cautiously got to their feet again. They crashed together and pummeled each other again, attacking each other’s bodies, faces, hips, breasts, whatever their fists could reach as they spiraled around the room, each with a hand once again clutching the other’s scalp. They separated for a split second, staring daggers at one another before closing again, this time wrapping arms around one another and kissing each other deeply as they stumbled around the room, grabbing at each others asses and hips, pulling themselves close together. “It’s like they can’t make up their minds.” Drew grinned, speaking quietly to Blake as they looked on. “Dude, are you complaining??” Blake asked just as quietly with a little laugh in his voice. Drew looked as if he was about to answer, both of them looking away from the action for a moment. They were both drawn back to the center of the room however as they heard Layla cry out “FUCKING cxnt!!!” They snapped their eyes back to find that the pair had spiraled into the far corner of the room where they had shoved the desk just beside the bed, and Lacey had Layla’s back firmly bent over it. She was snapping her fists into Layla’s stomach hard and fast as her other arm was pressed against the black haired girl’s neck and shoulders, bending her in half over the wooden surface. “Wow...they really can’t make up their mind.” Blake said. “Give up and we can separate, remember bitch?” Lacey said as she laid one across Layla’s cheek for good measure. “EAT A DICK!!” Layla screeched and swiped her hand out, laying her short nails across Lacey’s face. Neither girl had long nails and this attack didn’t do a lot of damage, but god did it sting. Lacey was forced to back off, gasping as she laid a hand against her cheek.
If Layla regretted the attack, she didn’t show it as she lunged and took Lacey by the hair, manhandling her into a position where she was bent over the bed at the waist. She held her fast and began to lay hard, full powered open handed slaps to her opponent’s ass as she shoved her face hard into the plush surface of the bed. It stung fiercely, and Lacey’s muffled cries sounded out across the room. After ten hard and swift smacks, Layla lifted Lacey’s head and leaned into her ear. “Had enough?” She growled and shoved Lacey’s head back down. Lacey moved fast however and turned just as her face met the bed again, wrapping her arms around Layla's midsection, and with an almost miraculous feat of adrenaline and desire, lifted her opponent’s socked feet straight off of the floor. She pivoted and with a yell, slammed Layla to the floor beside the bed. They were now between the bed and the wall, their space limited. They were also completely out of sight of Blake and Drew, who stood and craned their neck to try and get a better view as they heard the smacks of falling blows and the yelps of whichever girl was being struck. They couldn’t see, but the sound of socks sliding together, of fists falling and hitting flesh and the sound of their girlfriends moaning and swearing in both pain and desire was almost too much to take.
You see, the imagination is sometimes far more effective than seeing the real thing. “FUCK HER UP!” Blake finally shouted. “I wanna hear her give up!” Drew took a step forward and spoke up too. “DON’T LET HER GET YOU BABY! Fight that bitch off!” They weren’t angry, nor did they feel any animosity, but they found themselves caught up in the moment, just as the girls were.
Finally, the sounds of thudding and scuffling slowed, and there was a gagging sound from the other side of the room. Someone, and it was unclear who, was being choked, and they were trying desperately to escape. The boys wanted so badly to go and see who it was, but they were also so enamored by their own theater of the mind that they dare not ruin the illusion. They heard three more thuds and three more grunts, clearly from punches served by whichever girl was being...throttled? Headlocked? Guillotined? There was no telling what was happening or who was throwing the punches or who was having the very life choked out of them. The gagging became weak whimpers, and the thudding became feeble thumps and for a few seconds everything became deadly quiet. Blake and Drew heard the faintest hint of a whisper, too quiet to tell what was said or even who said it, followed by a tiny, oh so tiny whimper. And then….
Tap...tap...tap...came the unmistakable sound of a nearly unconscious fighter putting their hand against the other girl's skin in submission. The boys waited, their breath held to see who had come out on top. Finally, two heads popped up over the side of the bed. Both were supremely disheveled and showed the red marks of having taken some fresh blows to their pretty faces. But one girl had her hand clutched tightly into the other’s hair, and pushed her roughly forward to face them. “Tell them you tapped out. Tell them you gave up and I’ll let go of your hair.”
Said……...
(Did I mention I was a relentless tease?)