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Subject: {ASSM} My Enemy, My Lover (FF,Sexfight)
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My Enemy, My Lover
We are alone in this large and quiet room. There is a
hushed whisper of air conditioning. Our bare feet
make scratchy noises on the thick carpet.
We have moved the furniture to the walls. The
curtains are drawn. Light and shadow reveal and
obscure parts of our bodies as we move around. The
living room is an arena. We will do battle here.
Sexual combat. Erotic war.
My opponent is tall, at least five-foot-ten. She is
redheaded and lean. Her hair is fixed in a short
stylish cut. She has strong legs and shapely breasts.
She is wearing a long white cotton skirt and a
halter-top. That is all she is wearing. Her name is
Felicia. She is thirty-one years old.
I am dark-haired and five-foot seven. I have wider
hips than my opponent, but my breasts are larger.
They have dark areolae and thick, long nipples. My
nipples are very sensitive. I have orgasmed just from
nipple stimulation. My hair is long, almost to the
middle of my back, falling in waves. I am
thirty-five. My name is Deanna.
I am also wearing a long cotton skirt, red in color.
I am wearing a simple tee-shirt. My breasts move
freely under it. My nipples are stiff.
We move to the center of the room and start to circle
each other. Our goal will be to first rip the
clothing off each other. It is old and worn for this
purpose. After that, I will fight Felicia and attack
her sexually. I will use my body to wear her down, to
destroy her will to fight, and to bring her to orgasms
so intense that her cunt will spill liquid as she
cries for mercy. She will try to do the same to me.
I don't hate this woman. But for the duration of this
bout, she is my enemy. For reasons no one needs to
know, we must prove to ourselves who is the best
woman. We will pull hair. We will slap. Our breasts
will come together in a bruising struggle. And we
will grind our cunts together in wet and heated
conflict until someone gives up.
I sense an opening. I lunge forward and take down
Felicia in a flying tackle. She falls backward, my
arms around her lower legs. She utters a loud
"oomph!" when she hits the carpet.
I quickly move forward. I straddle her and reach for
her halter-top before she can recover. My hand closes
around the cloth at her neck. I pull up and I am
rewarded with a ripping sound. The cloth tears
diagonally and her round, compact breasts are
revealed. The thick pink nipples are erect.
Felicia reaches for the bottom of my tee-shirt. I
move my hand downs to fend her off. She snakes her
arms up inside the loose shirt and sits up. Her
greater height has given her leverage, and I fall off
her hips, backwards.
She is now on top of me. She swiftly rips the
tee-shirt off into three pieces. My round breasts are
exposed, and she immediately places the palms of her
hand on my tits and presses forward.
I gasp from the pressure. But paybacks happen. I am
still pinned, by my arms are free. I take my own
hands and bring them roughly to her breasts and
clutch. My fingers dig into her tender flesh.
She yelps from pain. But her tolerance is high. She
leans forward to add pressure to her grip on my tits.
This increases the force I have put on her breasts.
We grunt and pant, but continue the mauling. I feel
pain from her hands, but also aching lust. I know
that she is feeling the same.
I move one of my legs to the side. This gives her
access to my crotch. Her eyes glitter as she shifts
her pelvis to bring her pubic area on top of mine.
She thinks that she can hump me through the thin
cotton of our skirts and win the first round by a
rapid tribadistic fucking.
But my leg movement enables me to bend my knee and
give me purchase. I press strongly down with my leg.
I am able to slowly roll her over despite her greater
weight. All this time our hands squeeze and slide
against our naked breasts.
I pull back from her, grabbing at the waistband of her
skirt as I do. The elastic is tough. The band
stretches out almost six inches from her flat belly.
As it comes down, I can see the first curls of her
crimson thatch.
She reaches up with her left hand and slowly works her
fingers into my dark hair. She starts to pull. We
are engaged in a strange tug-of-war, her beneath me
with her white skirt about to be pulled off, and me
bending my head to the side so that my hair is not
pulled out. We are breathing rapidly.
I can stand no more. I let go of the skirt and fall
to the side. She lets go of my hair and gets to her
feet. I come to my feet as well. We are a bit
unsteady as try to find our balance, keeping a wary
eye on each other. Our breasts are red and tingling.
We both use our hands to tenderly hold and soothe
them.
Felicia comes forward, arms held out, bent at the
elbows. I advance toward her, my arms also poised for
attack. We grasp each other's naked shoulders. There
are just a few shreds of cloth remaining on our tops.
Our breasts bounce back and forth as struggle, trying
to force the other down to the carpet.
I manage to work a leg behind her. I slide one hand
down to the hem of her skirt and push with the other.
She falls backward, uttering a surprised cry. But she
is quick. She reaches out with her hand and grabs my
skirt near my knee.
The thin material tears on both our skirts. Her white
skirt tears and pulls down as she falls. My red skirt
rips at the knee and is also pulled down over my hips.
I step back awkwardly and the skirt tangles around
my legs. As I move back, her skirt is pulled and
ripped. We are now essentially naked. But I see an
advantage as she hits the carpet.
I recover my balance and leap on top of her. My tits
fall on to hers, and the breath goes out of both of us
with a whoop. My legs straddle her pelvic region and
our cunts slam into other, the impact splaying the
labia apart. For a moment, as I lay on top of her
stunned, our clitorises have met in wet surprise,
shocking us both. Her eyes widen as the charged flesh
tingles with pleasurable intensity.
I recover my senses first and pin her shoulders down
with my hands. I start to grind my pussy into hers,
my dark curly pubic hair bristling against her red
bush. We both start to lubricate rapidly as I swivel
my hips and slide my swollen labia against her wet
mound. She starts to mutter obscenities as I fuck
her. Keeping my hands on her shoulders, I lower my
body down and press our breasts together as I
intensify the humping. Her head is rolling on her
shoulders, her eyes are starting to glaze.
I am beginning to feel it as well. The rolling waves
of sensation radiate from my pelvis like an endless
aching swell. I know from long experience that I will
come shortly. But I sense Felicia is closer. Her
hips have started an involuntary rolling motion. Her
arms no longer struggle for freedom.
I bend my face down and violently kiss her. Her mouth
opens, yearning, and I stab my tongue to do battle
with hers. The tongues press and dance together, and
saliva runs down her face.
She is close. I release her shoulders and she wraps
her legs around my waist. I fuck like a madwoman, and
my voice sounds out, "Do it...Do it...NOW! NOW! NOW!" I
feel my stiff, long clit stab into hers repeatedly,
and the liquid streams from our cunts.
Felicia face falls away from mine and she cries out in
wavering howl as the massive orgasm shakes her. Her
arms and legs grip me with maniac intensity as she
comes. She spurts juice from her steaming cunt and
she bucks her hips in a rapid erotic rhythm.
Finally, her legs and arms release me and she lays
flat on the floor, weeping. I have won the first
bout. There will be more, but now I must do
something. I must claim my victory.
I roll off her and come to her side. I reach under
her with arms and bring her to me. She is still
weeping in frustration and loss. I hold her to my
chest. She puts her arms around me and I rock her
until the sobs stop. I feel great tenderness for her.
I look down at her and she raises her eyes to mine.
She nods.
She is flat on the floor and I straddle her face. Her
tongue reaches out and touches the tip of my clit. I
slowly move my hips back and forth as I lower my cunt
to her mouth.
It doesn't take long. Soon I cry out and I come. My
hips move in a jerky motion and I coat her face with
my cunt liquor. It is a small orgasm, but completely
satisfying.
We rise and embrace. We kiss.
After a twenty-minute break to stretch and replenish
fluids, we are at it again.
We are fighters. We are lovers.
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