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Another Night In Kentucky

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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #15 on: October 15, 2021, 03:19:07 PM »
Very nice again. I’ll say Layla to me is just a better winner. She loves to rub it in and plays to the camera the first time this time to the boys. Lacey tries and is close in her desire to win but she seems to be more ok with losing . Not that she wants to but she seems to accept it much better. Which Lacey’s bf seems to rather enjoy it when she loses as well but again he still cheers for her and encourages her.  There’s no doubt Layla enjoys putting on a show and doesn’t mind dishing out extra when she is in command.  I don’t think you’ll have any problem  making the next round enjoyable. If I was to pick,  Layla would continue her dominance and include the guys and especially Lacey’s bf in the match. I think she really enjoys the ability to turn Lacey’s bf on at his gf’s expense and uses that as another way to defeat Lacey. I would say Lacey seems to ok with it to an extent but how would she handle it if got to the point he was actually verbally supporting Layla as she defeats Lacey. It could be an even more stimulating experience for Lacey or it could be a motivating factor to fight it harder. Can’t wait to see how this finishes out but I am sure you will do an excellent finish . Haven’t been disappointed yet with this one and look forward to it.

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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #16 on: October 15, 2021, 08:44:43 PM »
(Here’s a little preview of the final round.  Just the lead up between the two chapters.  Mostly because I just can’t resist being a relentless tease sometimes ;) )



You two are the best.  Unequivocally the best girlfriends ever.” Drew grinned at the two girls as the timer for their five minutes continued to tick down.  Layla grinned and took her eyes off of her opponent long enough to plant a kiss on his cheek.  “But I’m better right?” She laughed and Drew laughed along with her.  “Absolutely.”  Blake spoke up then, “I dunno, I think Lacey is gonna prove that wrong.”  Lacey grinned at him and nodded “you’re damn right I am.”  Layla looked back at Lacey, “Show’s not over yet you know.” And though they needed no reminder, the boys practically shook at the thought.  Then, all four of them were startled out of their reverie as suddenly, the five minute timer on Blake’s phone reached zero and sounded off an alarm. 

“Hold on.” Lacey said as Layla looked at her.  She grinned and said “I think we need a war council.  Bathroom?” She asked and stood up.  “War council?” Laughed Layla.  “You’re so lame.  But good idea.  Let’s go.  Give us a minute boys.”  And so, the girls traipsed back off to the bathroom and Drew and Blake fell into conversation.  It was easier for them now, since they had been acquainted and were currently watching their partners try to fight and fuck each other into complete subjugation.  It wasn’t too long before the girls emerged again, devious little smiles on their faces, each holding one of the hotel's hand towels in their fists.  “Okay…here’s how it’s gonna work.  You wanna do the honors?” Layla asked, grinning wickedly at Lacey.  Lacey nodded and the girls handed the towels to the now slightly confused boys.  “We’re throwing out the rules like we said.” Lacey began.  “First, we’ve been rough with each other so far, but we decided we wanted more.  So it’s no holds barred now.  Fists, feet, hair, breasts, pussies and all.”  The boys’ jaws opened slightly.  “Second, no more forfeit periods.  If one of us cums, we just keep going.  If one of us submits, we separate and go again.  Third, we still have to get the orgasm and the submission…but…” she smirked and pointed at the towels then.  “It doesn’t stop until you say so.”  She said and paused.  “What…” Drew started and Layla picked up the explanation.

“See, you boys have a stake in this too, remember?  Loser’s boyfriend gets nothing except to watch the winning couple fuck the shit out of the loser.  So…when one of us has both orgasmed and submitted at least once…the fight still goes on until you think your girl has had enough.  And then…you throw the towel.”

It was clever…the boys now had to consider the weight of losing their chance at any action tonight versus how much their partner was being tortured either sexually or physically…they had to make the decision.  And this could draw out the fight for a long time.  If both of them scored an orgasm and a submission on the other, it would come down to which of them threw their chance away first.  It was absolutely genius, and devious.  “You guys understand then?”  Lacey asked, raising an eyebrow.  Both boys spoke their assent and with that, the girls faced each other.

“No hard feelings right?  I mean, if we’re gonna beat the shit out of each other I want us to still be friends.” Lacey opened her arms.  Layla chuckled and the two embraced, their mostly naked bodies sliding together.  “You kidding?  This is gonna be a blast.”  She answered.  “Y’know…” Layla continued.  “Technically, the break is over.” She said as they separated a fraction to face each other, arms still on each other’s sides.  “You read my mind.” Lacey smirked.  There was no splitting to go to opposite ends of the room…no asking if the other girl was ready, no stretching…nothing.

There was only the tiny sound of sliding socks on the carpet and a slap as they pulled into each other, each taking a fist full of hair and locking at the lips with no hint of gentleness.  It was a primal, biting, lust filled embrace with one thing made clear…

They both had wanted more, and now, they were going to get it.


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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #17 on: October 16, 2021, 12:36:03 AM »
Wish you hadn’t done that Now I don’t just want more but I need more lol

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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #18 on: October 16, 2021, 06:26:05 PM »
Damn! What a ride this has been. Personally I'd love to see Lacey take the win after a long hard fight, maybe her boyfriend refuses to throw in the towel and it gives her the motivation to pull back and win. I don't know, I've always loved an underdog. No matter what happens I'm sure I'll love it.
Thanks again for such a great story! 

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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #19 on: October 17, 2021, 06:46:31 AM »
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?)

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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #20 on: October 17, 2021, 10:44:30 PM »
You wanker  ;D
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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #21 on: October 18, 2021, 05:58:05 AM »
That’s just wrong!

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Offline southwrestler09

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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #22 on: October 18, 2021, 06:03:50 AM »
That’s just wrong!

Gotta keep y’all coming back somehow  ;D

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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #23 on: October 18, 2021, 01:52:40 PM »
That’s just wrong!

Gotta keep y’all coming back somehow  ;D

For me, I become disinterested and then may never come back to an author that does this. Not sure if I will return this time. Part of the reason I hate multiple chapter stories.

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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #24 on: October 18, 2021, 02:11:21 PM »
That’s just wrong!

Gotta keep y’all coming back somehow  ;D

For me, I become disinterested and then may never come back to an author that does this. Not sure if I will return this time. Part of the reason I hate multiple chapter stories.

That is, of course, up to you.  I write things I believe i would enjoy reading if someone else wrote them.  And personally, I like a little suspense and a good cliffhanger.  As for multiple chapters, I just enjoy writing that way because I have a hard time leaving details out.  It’s not for everyone but no writer can please everyone

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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #25 on: October 18, 2021, 08:00:30 PM »
(A shorter bit this time, if for no other reason than to resolve that cliffhanger for you.  Somehow this has turned into a huge project and I’m glad I’ve kept most of your attention!  I sincerely hope you’re still enjoying it!)





Layla….

The black haired girl held Lacey’s head up by the hair as they both caught their breath.  The brunette was wincing as Layla grinned at her, her chest heaving.  The boys still weren’t sure how it happened, but it had.  Lacey just gave Layla a look, only to have her hair twisted a bit again.  “Ow okay okay I tapped out!” She gasped.  “Good!  Let’s go.”  Layla said, back to her chipper self as she let go and patted Lacey on the back.  Lacey have her a small smile as they walked back to the center of the room and the boys took their seats again.

They wasted no time as they got back to their places.  “Ready?” Layla asked.  “Let’s fucking go.” Lacey replied and they came at each other again, colliding at the center of the room.  Fueled by the need to even the scoreboard again, Lacey took her friend by the hair and jerked downward, beginning to fire fists into her sides and the back of her head as she desperately held the black haired girl’s head down by her short locks.  Layla reached out with her arms and got them around her opponent’s midsection however and twirled, flinging Lacey off of her, separating them again.  Only for a split second however as they approached and wrestled on their feet again, twisting and turning, scuffling until they slid into a mutual side headlock.

They clutched each other like this for a long moment, both throwing their free hands wherever they could reach as they clung tightly to one another.  Lacey had used her submission, so if Layla began beating her too badly, her only defense would be to lay back and take whatever sexual stimulation her opponent could dish out until she orgasmed, then hope to avoid being beaten into Blake throwing in the towel for her.  She couldn’t let that happen.  And so, while they tussled on their feet and squeezed each other, Lacey slipped her free hand up and clutched at her friend’s breast while her teeth sank into the side of the other one where she was being held.

Layla howled in pain and let out a stream of curses as her breasts were abused and her head was squeezed.  Letting go, she pummeled the back of Lacey’s head with her fist until her teeth finally popped off of the soft flesh of her chest.  They split and Layla took Lacey by the back of both knees, driving her head into the other girl’s stomach, executing a beautiful double legged takedown, bringing them sprawling to the floor again.  Before she could capitalize on her top position however, she found herself yowling “AGHH FUCK.” As Lacey clamped her legs hard around her stomach.

Lacey squeezed tightly and turned her body to the side, causing Layla to turn with her, groaning in pain and trying desperately to draw a breath.  Her hands were on the floor, propping herself up as she gasped and tried to wriggle out, but Lacey held her firmly in place.  “Hard to breathe yet?” Lacey chuckled as she put more effort into the scissor hold.  Layla’s eyes screwed shut and her mouth opened as she clawed and slapped at the legs holding her in place.  It took almost a full minute before Layla finally got a hand between her opponent's vice-like thighs and managed to loosen them just enough to slip out.

She scrambled back, and now both girls were on their backs, propped up on their elbows, feet facing each other.  They began to kick out at each other, legs and socked feet colliding and tangling as they attempted to pummel each other’s thighs and bodies with attacks from their lower appendages.  Eventually, their legs began to wrestle together, tangling and straining against each other as they both looked into each other’s eyes.  They inched together as they pushed, kicked and strained, almost not noticing that they were scooting ever closer, thighs, calves and feet scraping and thrashing about together.

They were so close together now and their bodies had turned slightly from the awkward bout of leg wrestling, until finally, their sexes came together fluidly and smoothly.  It hadn’t been intentional….well…not entirely anyway.  But as they did so, their hips began to gyrate, and their legs began to slow.  A low moan was born in both of their chests and they each turned for a better angle.  The struggling had stopped and they slowly moved against each other, looking hard into the other’s eyes.

“Come on Layla.”  Lacey moaned.  “Pussy to pussy.  Let’s do this.”  Layla didn’t answer except to drive her hips forward, slamming herself into Lacey as the two of them began to scissor and trib each other with furious abandon.  “Oh god!” They uttered completely in sync as they thrust and gyrated back and forth, each girl with a leg thrown over one of their opponents.  They held themselves up with one arm while the other arms clutched together at the fingers, digging into each other and keeping them out of the fight.  “Fuck yes, come on!” Layla whimpered as the two of them fucked each other relentlessly.  Lacey felt a tremble course over her body and her eyes rolled.  “No…not yet.” She said to herself silently.  She thrust, hard, looking to subdue Layla and put her own vagina in a dominant position.

Layla resisted well but her outstretched arm folded at the elbow and Lacey was able to lean up, taking more of a top position.  The smacking sound of the two girls’ aroused wetness filled the room along with the guttural moans and whining notes of pleasure that emanated from both of their mouths.  Layla thrust back and brought them back to a stalemate on the carpet, causing Lacey to give a shuddering exclamation of frustration to mix with her ecstasy.  They went at each other with reckless abandon, first one girl taking an advantage, hips bucking furiously, and then the other.  Finally, their clasped hands shook loose from each other and Lacey managed to hook her arm into the crook of Layla’s leg, pushing upward as she ground her hips into her opponent’s.  Layla found herself completely on her back now, legs in the air as Lacey, with a primal grin on her face began to thrust and glide furiously.  Layla yelled out, quivering from head to toe as the brunette worked away at her,

It didn’t take much longer.

Layla shook.  “Oh…oh…oh fucking god OH!”  She was so close and Lacey wouldn’t stop.  Wouldn’t slow down for even a moment, grinding, smacking, thrusting and moaning her pleasure at both the sensations flooding her body and at being the woman on top in this exchange.  “FUCK ME!!!  Oh GOD YOU FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD FUCKKKKK I’M…AH AH AHHHH!” Layla wailed, shaking as if in a seizure as she finished, racked with spasms and moaning jerkily as Lacey mercilessly continued her tribbing assault.  “Say it Layla!  Sayyyy ittttt!” Lacey moaned out and Layla obeyed.  “YOU MADE ME CUM!  OH GOD YOU FINISHED ME DON’T STOP LACEY PLEASEEEEE!”  And she didn’t.  She continued on and on and on until finally, Layla’s shaking and screaming subsided.  She slowed before she could be brought to the edge herself, dropping Layla’s legs and quickly kneeling over her still enraptured opponent.

She grabbed Layla by the throat and squeezed, inching up to straddle her.  Their agreement had been clear.  If someone orgasmed, the fight didn’t stop even to separate.

Layla still had to make her cum, and she still had to make Layla submit. 

“Let’s finish this.” Lacey growled as the pair began to writhe on the floor again.


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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #26 on: October 18, 2021, 08:14:59 PM »
Fuck what anyone else says, this is one of the best stories on this site and the best I’ve read in a while. I’m with it no matter how long it takes or how many parts there are. Great work!

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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #27 on: October 18, 2021, 08:53:50 PM »
This is brilliant

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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #28 on: October 19, 2021, 02:31:37 AM »
Fuck what anyone else says, this is one of the best stories on this site and the best I’ve read in a while. I’m with it no matter how long it takes or how many parts there are. Great work!

That’s pretty high praise and I thank you for it!  I appreciate all the love this story has gotten so far since I was beginning to think I was doing too much with it.  (20+ pages so far  ::)) but I’ve just LOVED putting it down.  I’m going to probably be sad to finish it honestly.

But the way I see it going I have three more chapters to write so we’re not done yet.  And honestly?  I haven’t even picked a winner yet lol
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Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Reply #29 on: October 19, 2021, 06:05:01 AM »
That’s pretty high praise and I thank you for it!  I appreciate all the love this story has gotten so far since I was beginning to think I was doing too much with it.  (20+ pages so far  ::)) but I’ve just LOVED putting it down.  I’m going to probably be sad to finish it honestly.

But the way I see it going I have three more chapters to write so we’re not done yet.  And honestly?  I haven’t even picked a winner yet lol

Just out of curiosity, when you say three more chapters do you mean for this match or more like three matches that are gonna take place after this one. I’m good either way ;D

Btw, personally pulling for Lacey. Just so it can be 1-1 and we can get a third match.