Private Duel: Club She-Wolves Settle It by Ellis Kent

Meeting

Rosemarie walked across the marble hall of the elegant, recently opened, hotel foyer towards the elevator. She was poised and calm, despite what was about to happen. Nonetheless, as she entered the elevator to go up to the rooftop bar, she felt the adrenalin surge at the thought of the coming contest. Sharp minded, she had applied her intelligence to analyze the intersection between female sexuality, physicality and psychology. On her homepage in the BitchCraft section of the Black Scorpion Club’s intranet, she promoted herself to other club members as a “Psychosexual Trainer”. 

Rosemarie carried a small, elegant, brown leather overnight bag. It contained a black strap-on spray-cock, standard issue at the Scorpion club, a mask and a change of black silk panties. (A spray-cock is a strap-on dildo with a sensor that detects when the wearer is coming. The force and volume it ejaculates are determined by the power of the orgasm.) Under her clothes she could feel the sensual pressure of her body stocking over expensive lace panties. She was confident that she would look as good as her rival, clothed, in her underwear or naked; over the next few hours she would move through all three of these states. 

A brief glance at the mirror in the elevator confirmed how good she was looking in her silver-grey jacket and charcoal skirt.  On the rooftop, the September evening was sultry. Rosemarie made straight for the relative privacy of a cabana where she knew Christine her rival for tonight’s clash would be waiting for her. For a Friday there were surprisingly few people outside in the warm autumnal twilight, and luckily, they were some way off, clustered around the bar.

Her rival, Christine, was waiting for her. Thanks to the fact that Christine always reserved the most luxurious suite, she was treated as a favored guest at the hotel, so she had no difficulty in securing the highly sought-after rooftop cabana. An opened half-bottle of Krug champagne sat chilling awaiting her opponent’s arrival. Like Rosemarie she was wearing rimless, expensive glasses. Christine was dressed in an oatmeal suit with a low-cut blouse exposing a form-hugging, black body stocking.  

This secluded spot was where they would negotiate the details of their combat; the actual fight would happen in the total privacy of Christine’s sumptuous rooms. It was fortunate that it was the only room on its floor as two alpha cougars clashing for dominance can create a lot of noise.  

The Setup

A few weeks back, through the secure club IT network, Christine had sent Rosemarie an invitation to meet; in reality, the invite was a challenge. Christine would be in London for business. She had made no direct mention of a fight, though that is what she wanted. She had been delighted how quickly Rosemarie’s acceptance arrived, together with a thinly veiled challenge. “Christine, I would be delighted to meet you and put your reputation to the test; I want to know whether you really are as formidable as your club profile suggests. Luckily, I have a whole free weekend as I think we might need at least a day’s recovery.”  The latent threat of intense combat had piqued Christine’s desire to make it happen.

Christine replied in plain words designed to resonate with a self-described Psychosexual Trainer. “Challenge accepted. I look forward to testing you physically and psychologically. I so want to find out where your breaking point is. As my career requires me to be out in public, I cannot risk any bruises or breakages, so I propose an all-out confrontation of a sexual nature.” Rosemarie had replied laconically, “I think that would play to both our strengths. I look forward to it and discussing the precise details of our confrontation, face-to-face. I can’t imagine there will be much that is off-limits.” 

The gauntlet had been elegantly thrown down. Reading the email, Christine sensed the arousal radiating through her body; there is nothing to beat the adrenalin rush of discussing what you were going to do to each other, then doing it immediately afterwards. Perhaps it was the lawyer in her, but Christine was thrilled at the prospect of negotiating the rules of engagement; she could only imagine how ready they’d be to lock up once they had finished. For her part, Rosemarie was delighted that she would, at last, have an evenly matched rival. While training younger women in combat had its rewards, she lusted after an equally matched opponent and the extreme thrill of a forfeit match. 

Christine was French but had spent much of her career in the US and was more often present at the New York or Chicago meetings of the Scorpion Club than in London, Hamburg or Paris. Even so, it was surprising she had not met Rosemarie before. Her high-profile job meant that she had to be particularly discreet. It was Rosemarie’s skills, as well as their physical similarities that had really intrigued Christine. Rosemarie had been an early member of the Scorpion Club, and she was now its most sought-after trainer for fighters needing more edge or simply to have their rough edges honed. 

Her service description for potential clients was simple: “Learn to work your opponent’s body and sexuality against her.” Recognizing the importance of deportment to the members of the club, she also offered some “bitch dressage” services. Bitch dressage is “deportment” for novices wishing to gain membership of the Scorpion Club. The theory is that becoming a true alpha female is best studied from a submissive position. To quote Scorpion Club President Beatrice, “A woman has to be broken herself before she can really unleash her inner bitch.” 

As might be expected for a club full of sophisticated, sexually experienced women, style counted for a good deal.  How a woman fought was almost as important as the result. It was the dressage training service listed on Rosemarie’s profile that made Christine lust to give Rosemarie her own master class: “Dominant Bitch Aesthetics” described as “looking good when you are taking your reward.” In short, training the victrix to master the art of fucking of the loser.

Christine thought back a few weeks to a memorable fight in a luxury villa in Paris where she had fought Nadia, a voluptuous haughty 45-year-old club member. Thanks to the mirrors surrounding the fighting room, Christine had been able to witness her own victory fuck as she pushed her strap-on ruthlessly in and out of the moaning loser. She had admired the firmness of her own body, and the shapely tautness of her thighs as she knelt, one knee on the ground while one foot pinned the loser’s head to the floor, as she ravaged her. As her victim came for the fifth time, she had raised clenched fists in victory, admiring her own poise. She had been gratified by the rapturous applause of the small, select sisterhood watching her takedown a ranking local club member. 

It occurred to Christine that Nadia might have been a good pupil for Rosemarie’s course entitled, “Knowing How to Take It”. This course taught how to maintain poise and even be defiant when being fucked by the victrix. Knowing “how to take it” could earn a fighter a reputation and mitigate the blow of defeat.  Christine thought to herself, “I want to see if this alpha bitch really knows how to take it,” the idea really boosted her desire to tangle. She imagined herself doing to Rosemarie what she had done to Nadia; she planned to do it in front of her room’s full length dressing mirror so Rosemarie could give herself notes, just as she did her pupils. 

The Negotiation

Christine tensed and arranged her jacket as she heard the assured click of high heels coming towards the cabana. As the curtain parted, she found herself looking at a woman her own height and build; the chief difference was the hair color, a mid-brown to her salt and pepper. Despite the apparent warmth with which the women greeted each other, they were immediately assessing each other as opponents. Both really liked what they saw; a near mirror-image rival. As Christine stood, it was clear they were both tall at around 5’10’’ with the Parisian slightly taller; both were trim and firm.  Christine skied as did Rosemarie, but while Rosemarie was buff and tanned from sailing, Christine was a swimmer with a Mediterranean bronze.

With a slight incline of her head Christine indicated that Rosemarie should sit, saying, “I am so glad you could make it, I have been looking forward to meeting you in the flesh.”  She lingered slightly on the word flesh. Her French accent was slight, a testimony to her long residence in the USA; her rich alto voice kick-started the arrival’s desires. Rosemarie kept her eyes on the lithe torso across the low table as she sat, and smiled as she replied, “Well, I hope my flesh does not disappoint.” Christine looked at her directly before firmly responding simply, “Au contraire.” The chemistry was distinctly promising.

Christine filled the two flutes, adding, “I hope you will join me. I think we can allow ourselves a small drink before we get down to business.” Rosemarie nodded affirmatively as Christine filled the glass, replying “Well, I don’t think a little champagne will affect either of our performances.” Christine sipped, and said mischievously, “By performances I suppose you mean both during the contest and afterwards.” 

Rosemarie countered in her even cultured English voice, “Well you certainly need more energy to perform as victrix than as the loser,” adding coolly, “being the loser is a role I doubt either of us intends to play.”  Christine smiled and then said in a business-like way, “Well, let’s agree the terms of combat before we talk about the fruits of victory.” 

All the while the two women were assessing each other’s physique. Of course, they had studied each other’s profile on the club site where there were various pictures, but no film of them in action. Each woman acknowledged to herself how, even at first glance, well matched both physically and mentally they seemed to be. As they each took a sip of their champagne, they prepared themselves for the combat negotiations to set the rules of engagement. 

Rosemarie remained silent, and inclining her head slightly to one side, left it to Christine to make the opening move.  Christine swallowed slightly, and despite her cool poise, her voice betrayed a little tension as she said, “Shall we discuss the nature of our engagement?” Rosemarie nodded and Christine proposed, “First, Let’s undress in front of each other so we can both show what we are bringing to the contest.” 

Rosemarie nodded in agreement, before proposing, “To get us physically acquainted, let’s wrestle for ten minutes; this will get us warmed up for the main bout.”

Christine reached forward and picked up her champagne flute, letting the anticipation build, she replied “Just what I was thinking.” She inhaled deeply, thinking about how she used to enjoy the aggression of submission kickboxing as a precursor to sexfighting. Her eyes flashed, “Oh yes, I think we’d both really enjoy matching muscles before we let our pussies do the talking. Yes, a short wrestling bout will get us suitably …” here GLG swallowed as she husked, “competitive.” The word hung in the air.

Enjoying the suggestive silence, Rosemarie added, “We should confine ourselves to wrestling to win pins and straddles; nothing too violent that might injure us for sexual combat.”  Rosemarie added, “Obviously the main bout will be naked, but I suggest we wrestle in body stockings and panties. I have also brought a mask with me as you suggested.” 

Christine ran her fingers over the sheer material above her left breast., answering, “The erotic before the sexual; fabric first then only flesh, yes, I agree. Christine smiled, “I find fighting in a mask really helps me to adopt a sexually charged identity.” With a hint of menace, Rosemarie added, “And when I am taking your prize, the anonymity really helps me to treat the loser as my toy.”

The familiar pre-fight tingling was starting as warm blood began to suffuse their erogenous zones. With an edge in her voice, Rosemarie raised the stakes by suggesting a prefight contact ritual, “Let’s prowl and probe, single digit to pussy only; each fighter will present herself to her rival once for as long as both want it.” 

Christine purred her approval, “Agreed, then we both present for a mutual feel-out, that way we will both have a good idea about how each other works, right?” Rosemarie lowered her voice slightly, suggesting, “We should also pose in our harnesses before we fight,” pausing, she sipped her drink and then drawled huskily, “To remind each other what is at stake.” 

Swallowing at the prospect of what was about to happen, Christine, waited and silently signaled her agreement, as she imagined herself and her refined rival parading their strapons at each other. After all, that was what this fight was about; finding out who was going to be the bitch on top and who would be on the receiving end of a lusty victory fuck.  

Emphatically Rosemarie responded, “Oh yes, I am sure that after this build-up we’ll be really ready to go at it.” She dropped her voice and said conspiratorially, “I am actually starting to spike now.” (Spiking is club slang to describe the process of a clitoris becoming erect.) Christine’s sexual drive was starting to make her say what she felt. In contrast, Rosemarie deliberately said nothing about her own latent sexual excitement; she enjoyed the sense of control; but she too was excited at the thought of her rival’s nascent arousal, and knew it was time to bring the negotiation to the fight itself. 

At this point, both women were slightly flushed and there were other definite signs of arousal; hands clenching, a little fidgeting, breathing accelerating, hardening nipples, and not least their spiking clits. Suddenly, there was a female voice outside the cabana, asking if there was anything needed. Christine simply asked for the champagne to be charged to her room. The tense intimacy of the discussion had been interrupted. For a few moments they sat sipping their drink until the footsteps receded, looking silently at each other. 

Rosemarie broke the silence, “If we have finished with the pre-fight rituals, let’s get down to discussing the real contest itself, we already agreed we will be naked.” 

Christine slowly and deliberately said, “When we lock up, anything goes, we just follow our instincts and unleash ‘the bitch within’ on each other, right?” 

Rosemarie quickly added, “I agree, just flesh on flesh, no toys.” Baring her teeth, Christine appeared to be imagining the fuck-fight as she continued, “I thought one hour of C2C would be enough to establish dominance, the one who forces most orgasms wins.” 

Eyeing her rival Rosemarie leaned back and answered, “I agree, one hour should also mean that the winner has plenty left for the victory rut,” Rosemarie gave real emphasis to the word “rut”, with its inference of primal animal frenzy. For these two mature sophisticated she-wolves, the word fuck was simply too tame.

The mention of “victory rut” caused Christine to roll her hips slightly as she brushed her thumb against an engorged nipple through her dress. Rosemarie knew that she was getting to her rival but she also recognized that as an experienced sex-fighter, Christine was making a defiant gesture of confidence. A less experienced fighter showing this much abandon might be demonstrating a tendency to orgasm prematurely. 

Christine was now speaking with a hushed severity as she moved to the question of forfeits, saying, “I think we both want to take full satisfaction, so the winner gets to rut until she is fully satisfied.” Pausing she added, “No safe words, I mean we are not schoolgirls.” 

Rosemarie raised her head to show her acceptance of the risk, agreeing, “We both mean to give it and I am sure we can both take it.” She paused for effect, adding, “Although I have not had to take it for a long time.” Christine pinched a nipple, replying, “Nor have I, but I am sure if either of us has to take it, we will try not to collapse before the winner does.” 

Next, Rosemarie emptied her glass and placed it on the table, looking long and hard at Christine letting her know that she was every much a woman as her rival. Rosemarie decided to show Christine her sexual aggression by adding, “The victory rut should reflect our status as she-wolves. (She-wolves are mature club members 40 plus who excel at both fighting and sexual combat, who demonstrate aggression, poise, control and sexual voraciousness in equal measure). The winner should definitely get triple access, right?” (Triple access is club slang for a winner’s right to take the loser in pussy, tail and mouth.)

To her gratification Christine swiftly assented and upped the ante by adding, “And I want the right to scent the loser, inside and out. I filled my spray-cock’s reservoir to the brim with my SPS.” (Synthetic Pheromone Scent (SPS) a process to replicate the consistency and scent of a club member’s sexual juices and use them as an ejaculate in her spray-cock or to smear on a handkerchief or underwear for an admirer.) Christine’s hands tightened on the arms of her chair as the tension escalated. Rosemarie’s voice betrayed a tremor of aggressive lust as she replied, “Well, my spray-cock is full of my juices, too! I intend to scent you and whatever you are wearing against your pussy now. I hope it is something silk.” 

Smirking and now twisting a nipple openly, Christine husked, “My dear, don’t get ahead of yourself, it is going to be me drenching your panties.” Inflamed by the controlled trash talking, Rosemarie responded by elegantly raising a long shapely leg and resting it on the low table between them. She knew that Christine would not be able to resist looking down the curve of her inner thigh towards her panties. Instead, Christine locked eyes with Rosemarie and placed a foot diagonally opposite on the table, revealing herself to her rival.

Rosemarie also avoided the natural urge to look; instead, she pointedly placed her other foot on the table and slowly and deftly opened her legs a little wider. As Christine seamlessly adopted the same pose, both women broke the stare down, and gazed at the source of their rival’s sex. 

In direct response to Christine’s earlier comment about spiking, Rosemarie said, “I think we should go to your room now or we will both have wet panties.” Christine, who felt her own moistness, murmured her assent, drained her glass and placed it on the table. 

The negotiations were over, and while they had not touched physically, the verbal exchange had aroused them both to the stage where they were hungry to put each other to the test. Without another word, Christine led the way. It was going to be a woman-to-woman confrontation that looked likely to continue into the small hours of the morning. 

Warm-up 

On the way to the small private elevator that served the luxury suites, Rosemarie noted the pleasing sway of Christine’s hips and her elegant calves and ankles. As the doors closed, Christine faced Rosemarie and with some emphasis undid two buttons on her blouse, revealing a little more of the black sheer material of the body stocking. Upping the ante, Rosemarie took hold of her own blouse and opened it fully, revealing her naked breasts, nestling behind her dark brown body stocking.  Christine’s chest heaved with desire at the display of aggressive passion; she had now tasted RG’s psychosexual skills at first hand. 

Moments later, they were in the entrance to the suite; as they entered the room both women removed their jackets and dropped them on a large settee. Rosemarie placed her bag on a coffee table next to her rival’s Louis Vuitton handbag, which she correctly guessed to contain Christine’s devices. Christine had left the lighting subdued and the external “do not disturb” sign was lit. There was a large circular faux fur carpet in the center of a wide expanse of shag pile.

Immediately, Christine stepped out of her high heels as did Rosemarie. Wordlessly the unbuttoning continued and once the two blouses had been tossed into the pile, they paused; Rosemarie rolled her shoulders to loosen them and Christine, hands on hips, stretched from side to side. Hooking her thumbs into her skirt Christine eased it over her hips and stepped out as Rosemarie undid a single zip and let hers fall, gracefully flicking it up onto the settee with her right foot. Finally, both women removed their glasses which joined the bags on the coffee table.

Now wearing only their body stockings and panties, each now inspected her rival. Christine pushed her pudendum towards Rosemarie who, hands on her hips, splayed her fingers so they pointed towards her pussy, covered by the black lace patterned panties over the sheer material. Christine thrusts gently towards Rosemarie before leaning forward, her hands beckoning Rosemarie to close with her. She deftly set off the timer which she had already programmed for ten minutes; she had anticipated that Rosemarie would accept the suggestion to wrestle. Crouching they circled each other, their lithe, toned bodies looking for the right time to close with each other; firm, dark nipples betrayed the sexual tension that already gripped them.

With a grunt, they locked hands at shoulder height, pushing against each other as their torsos met; gradually their hands lowered to their sides as they strained to bend the other back. Rosemarie shifted her weight to the right, unbalancing Christine who pulled her rival to the floor where the two rolled, jockeying to be on top. The animal energy betrayed the thrill of combat more than the superb technical skills each woman undoubtedly possessed. The lusty brawling would have delighted their fellow members in the Black Scorpion Club. 

After the pair struggled, hissed and grunted for a couple of minutes, Rosemarie achieved, briefly, a pin; pressing her rival’s hands flat against the carpet as she straddled her. With a guttural groan betraying the intense effort, Christine arched her back and threw her legs upwards to catch Rosemarie between her shapely thighs. With a roar Christine twisted to the left, scissoring Rosemarie around her waist and drawing a gasp from the brunette and causing her to moan as the vise tightened around her.  

Christine growled as she squeezed her rival, baring her teeth as she enjoyed the sense of dominance. With a moan she tensed and squeezed, raising her hips up and down twice increasing the intensity of the hold. The adrenalin of combat coursed through Christine, as she hissed, “Feel it, bitch!” Her snarling mouth betrayed the effort and the carnal thrill of controlling her opponent.

Eyes blazing, Rosemarie’s right arm shot up in the air as she brought her elbow down hard on Christine’s left thigh. With a yelp of pain, she opened her legs sufficiently for Rosemarie to roll away where she quickly assumed a crouching position; she panted, firm breasts heaving as Christine rolled onto all fours to face her. They now viewed each other warily as they circled; a tear in the body stocking was evident on RG’s upper thigh and Christine was clearly suppressing the pain from the elbowing she had received, her left leg dragged slightly. 

Seeing the weakness, Rosemarie rocked back on her haunches and launched herself forward at Christine, catching around the waist, tried to throw her onto her bruised leg. While this was supposed to be mainly an erotic encounter, the spirited tussle had brought out their primal urge to win.

However, such experienced fighters could check themselves before the lost control to their base instincts; the truth was that both women enjoyed the adrenalin rush and testing themselves against each other. The tussle was exciting the two combatants as their body stockings rubbed energetically against each other in their struggle. Not only were their nipples firm, but they were aware of the growing moistness of their slits; each woman felt the tip of her clit extend against the sheer fabric. Their sexual arousal fed their desire to win, manifesting itself in more frequent grunts as they strained against each other.

Christine grabbed Rosemarie and rolled with her, letting out a brief moan as her left leg hit the rug; they became a hissing tangle of limbs, pushing against each other, each trying to pin her opponent to the floor.  Eventually Rosemarie controlled Christine beneath her, letting out of grunt as she held the salt and pepper haired woman’s hands against the fur rug beneath. Christine pushed her hips up to counter Rosemarie and try to roll her; their mounds met, and this time it was Rosemarie’s turn to moan. 

Aroused by the fight both women had fully spiked; their throbbing clitorises grazed against each other as they jutted against the chiffon-like material. Instinctively, Christine grabbed Rosemarie’s hips and pulled her tightly to against her, so they were now pelvis to pelvis. There was a feint noise as their lace panties rubbed against each other. Suddenly, the timer sounded the ten-minute mark; both women were now hungry to take the contest to the next level. 

Unsheathing

Without a word, Rosemarie released her rival; she quietly enjoyed having ended up on top but understood this meant nothing in the context of the overall competition.  As Christine rolled back onto all fours, Rosemarie crawled to the position on the rug where she had started, directly opposite Christine who turned and knelt on her haunches facing her.  

Rosemarie rose to her feet as Christine followed her into an upright position, hands loose by her side. She nodded at the brunette who inserted thumbs into the waistband of her lace panties and pulled them down, revealing her body stocking covered mound.  Next, Rosemarie slowly angled her pelvis into display mode to direct her pussy at Christine who watched avidly. Replying to the elegant gesture, the French woman took a gentle hold of the elastic on her panties. With a rapid but smooth motion, Christine peeled her panties down to the tops of thighs, and then with a single motion, thrust her pussy at her opponent.

The pulses of both women quickened during this duel of provocative gestures. It was the brunette who escalated the confrontation; with panties still hugging her thighs, Rosemarie using both hands, took hold of the sheer micromesh fabric covering her mound and ripped it open. The tearing sound was accompanied by a staccato animal grunt as she exposed herself to her rival through the ragged gash in the body stocking. Christine swallowed. It was a brilliant display of sexual aggression leaving her momentarily transfixed by the sight of her rival’s naked sex. Instinctively, she knew she had to respond with as much élan and elegance as Rosemarie.

With lips curled back, Christine jabbed an index finger between her legs; turning the digit into a hook, she pulled upwards enjoying the ripping sound as she tore through the material to display herself brazenly to the brunette.  There was a silence as each surveyed the other’s sex. This was where the matter would be settled; both women were flushed from their brief brawl, and sexual excitement was now pumping hot blood into stiff nipples and the firm pink flesh, protruding from their moist slits. 

Each longed to explore her rival’s sex and understand how she worked. As if to emphasize her readiness to engage, Christine deftly parted her lips to show the swollen spike. In response, Rosemarie ran a finger the full length of her slit and licked it as the wet flesh below closed.  The two women both stepped out of their panties which they dropped at their feet to mark a halting place for the coming phase of their encounter.  

Prowl and Probe

Dropping to all fours they watched each other as they began to circle the rug in a clockwise direction; it was another chance to display and compare their lithe bodies as they moved sinuously around the fur floor covering.  The bruise on Christine’s thigh showed slightly through the torn body stocking but there was nothing to detract from her poise and grace. 

As Rosemarie reached Christine’s panties, she stopped then turned as she lowered herself on her rival’s underwear, detecting a trace of her rival’s scent. She had decided to be the first offer herself to be probed. As the silver-haired she-wolf closed in from behind, she bared her teeth paused then resumed a slow slinking approach to Rosemarie from behind, letting out a kind of purring noise. Rosemarie pushed her rear upwards, in what was clearly an act of confident provocation, showing her readiness to be penetrated by Christine. The purr now had a hint of growl; the sound of a female which could smell the close presence of a rival. 

The dark eyes studied the flesh, and an elegant, manicured index finger traced a line, moving from the back of the slit forwards, exposing the pink moistness as it halted. Christine then pressed against the root of Rosemarie’s clitoris, applied and released the pressure in time with the throb of her pulse. Judging the time right, Christine then slowly pushed her finger up to the second knuckle, ensuring that it rubbed along the base of the pink spike. 

Rosemarie successfully suppressed a lustful groan, even though her juices were now starting to coat Christine’s probing digit. When she felt the full length in her; she had to let out a soft groan, but so did Christine, her mind racing at the possibility of winning and mounting this magnificent woman in a merciless rut. 

Giving into her reverie, Christine growled lustily as she slid her finger rapidly in and out of the wet passage; Rosemarie showed some resistance by contracting tightly around the invading digit. Christine thought to herself, “I can tell she likes my finger in her so much that she doesn’t want me to take it out…” Rosemarie winced with pleasure, as Christine waggled her finger and the salt and pepper she-wolf growled again; Christine then rubbed herself with her free hand, confirming that she was also slick with juice.

Gradually Christine withdrew her penetrating finger, and with Rosemarie still kneeling prostrate, she rubbed slowly it along her upper lip.  She wanted to smell her rival during the contest. Like many club members, she believed there was no better performance enhancement when you go “C2C” with an opponent. Rosemarie let out a low purr, clearly looking forward to her turn to “probe” her arrogant opponent. 

Christine had turned and was crawling in her slinky sensuous way back to her panties. At a few feet distance, Rosemarie followed her, sizing up Christine’s delectable rear which she conspicuously rolled, knowing the affect it would have on her rival. When Christine reached Rosemarie’s panties, she raised her fingers to her nose; then, still on all fours, she reached back between her legs and lewdly opened her pussy with two fingers.

Rosemarie’s nostrils flared as she acknowledged the lewd confidence of her rival in flaunting herself to be examined. She expertly guided her index and middle finger between Christine’s labia and pushed into the slick, musky warmth making sure that the underside of the digit rubbed along the root of her clit as she penetrated her opponent. She kept pushing until both knuckles were totally enveloped in the pussy; she savored the moistness, purring as she sawed her finger in and out while Christine demonstrated the power of her vaginal muscles.

In response, Rosemarie vibrated her finger from side to side, all the while caressing the base of GLG’s clit. Shuddering involuntarily, a spasm of aggressive lust came over Rosemarie; and she used her teeth on her backside, to signal her aggressive intent. The brunette noted with satisfaction that Christine let out a small sigh of desire and pushed back impaling herself even more deeply onto the probing digit. Slowly Rosemarie withdrew the invading digits and watched them emerge, slick with Christine’s juices. 

Rosemarie growled, a slight quaver betraying her lust, as she thought to herself about Christine gripping her spray-cock like she gripped her finger, imagining how hard she’d ride her to show her who was top bitch. Tasting her juice smeared finger, Rosemarie thought how she’d feeling Christine’s bitch-come run down the inside of her thighs. With that Rosemarie knelt upright.

Still on her knees, Christine moved slowly around and knelt upright close next to Rosemarie sideways on. Christine pushed her pussy hard against the side brunette’s thigh so the brunette could feel the hot stickiness; Christine then dragged her prominent clit upwards until Rosemarie could feel the stiff nub against her hip. Christine’s voice was raw with tension as she whispered, “Come on, let’s feel each other out, I want know how stiff your spike is, before I jam mine up against yours!” At the same time, Christine’s fingers were probing Rosemarie’s pussy, and she liked what she found, groaning as she imagined their clits side by side, invading each other’s clitoral hoods. Rosemarie pivoted to face Christine and now fingers were busy working each other’s sex as they entered the opening stage of sexual combat. The sound of wet pussies being fingered was interrupted by controlled grunts as each got familiar with her rival. 

The action was unfolding too soon. They had agreed to pose before they really went at it! As they stopped working each other, they gave a grunt of remorse as they pulled themselves away from each other; fingers were instinctively raised to open mouths as each tasted her rival. Eyes locked, slowly they rose, turned and reached into their bags, taking out their spraycocks and harnesses. They both faced each other as they untangled the leather straps, locking eyes as they stepped into their harnesses. Each had gone to the expense of having their spraycock match the tone of her skin. As a final touch each put on a Venetian leather ball mask, Rosemarie’s was black and Christine’s silver which revealed their eyes while somehow making their rivalry less personal. Their total focus was on displaying their sexuality to each other, specifically their sexes, now briefly transformed into male weaponry. 

Rosemarie squeezed her erect shaft and jabbed it towards Christine who responded, balling her hands into fists her arms behind her as she thrust her pelvis up and forward. Both women spread their legs, flaunting their weaponry. They then strutted towards each other until the heads of their cocks touched. With controlled violence they pressed the lifelike phalluses against each other. Legs splayed, they circled, jostling the cocks against each other, their pussies now close to each other. From pressing and pushing, the movements slowly became more aggressive and thrusting; shafts rubbed along each other as the swollen purple heads clashed. 

Each woman was clearly indicating her readiness to fight to win the right to fuck the other. This, after all, was what they had agreed and in an hour’s time, the loser would be on the receiving end of a spraycock, being used by the victor. This lewd enactment was a ritual opening act to the clash of cunts about to take place.  

Christine took a step back, her heavy cock disengaging from Rosemarie’s as she said, “I have something else to show you.” Reaching into her bag she pulled out a tangle of black leather straps which, as she arranged it, revealed itself as a halter and reins. Christine said a low, controlled tone, “I think that this will suit you when I ride you during my victory fuck…” Rosemarie stared back at the cold eyes visible behind the silver mask as she replied icily, “Well now, I think it’s going to be you that gets ridden by me.” 

With a cold smile, Christine picked up a tube of lube, and squirted a generous portion of liquid on the open palm of her left hand. Placing the container back on the table, she then rubbed her hands together. Rosemarie, guessing what was happening, raised her hands and thrust her spraycock confidently at her rival, offering it defiantly to her to the bold challenger. 

Christine took Rosemarie’s cock and expertly pumped her hands up and down the full length, smearing the glistening lubricant all over the imitation cock flesh. As she finished, she looked at the brunette, and dared her softly, “Go on, grease mine now…” Rosemarie duly coated her hands and, staring into her opponent’s eyes, worked both hands along the cock, pumping it in a way that betrayed her skill at milking her studs. With a low hiss she released the fake phallus and stood facing Christine; both women now ready and rampant, anxious to go cunt-to-cunt.

Pussy-to-Pussy

Christine let the harness fall onto the sofa; legs splayed, she fingered her pussy and hissed defiantly. Rosemarie ran her right index finger between her lips exposing her prominent clit as she lowered herself to the rug. Opposite her Christine took up position and opened her legs to display herself to Rosemarie who, raising herself on her hands and feet, moved towards her rival. As they took up this classic scissor position, the tension rose as the firm thighs came into to contact; each thought she could feel the heat of her opponent’s pussy. 

When it came, the impact was electric, and despite their experience each woman let out a low grunt as they felt the moist warmth of their labia opening against each other. They rocked gently, pushing and probing; Christine dropped her pussy low and slowly ran it up along Rosemarie’s until her clit penetrated the fleshy folds and grazed her rival’s pink spike. At this invasion of her sex, Rosemarie bared her teeth but held herself steady. She was challenging Christine to match her, to prove she could take whatever the silver-gray vixen could throw at her.  This early in a fight it was a bold move, as at this stage the participants are normally feeling each other out, it was also a confident move. 

Christine’s eyes blazed behind her mask as she decided she would not let the psychosexual trainer play mind games with her. If she wanted to compete mentally, Christine decided she would take the fight to her physically to show Rosemarie she wasn’t playing with some novice but a real she-wolf. Lowering her pelvis, Christine pushed in slightly closer, the tip of her clit caught the root of Rosemarie’s clit and she dragged it along the brunette’s spike until the two tips touched. Rosemarie held her position but a flicker in her eyes betrayed the effect of the move was unmistakable. Deftly shifting her position ever so slightly, Christine pushed the tip of her clit so that it hooked Rosemarie’s horn, pulling it out its hood. Christine then rubbed it up and down with her spike so that Rosemarie’s stiffened, harder than she had ever known. 

Both women were now fully extended, and their slits brimmed with the liquid results of their sensual contest. As Rosemarie felt the heads of the clits tangle, she instinctively moved forward to relieve the tension. As Christine looked down she saw the locked clits disappear into the twin hood, as her opponent pushed back against her. Two sets of masked eyes raised to scan for signals of weakness as each woman cautiously rolled her pussy against her rival’s. As they built a rhythm each gently pressed forward, probing with her clit, horn to horn. Inevitably, this would be where the encounter would be decided, but their experience meant that they resisted the urge to escalate the conflict at this early stage.

The probing and grinding continued for some minutes, both combatants holding themselves well, competing in a battle of style as well as physiques; they looked spectacular, poised and in control, neither betraying the sexual excitement and passion that was building. The first sign of the effect of the conflict on the two women was the steadily increasing flow of juice that seeped down and started to bead on the rug. A drop formed from their combined fluid, a clear strand uncoiling until it touched the fabric beneath them. The soft wet sound of pussies in contact was joined by the heavier breathing of the women as the tension built. 

It was Christine who started to increase the tempo. Breaking from the grinding motion, she jabbed forward once, then again. Rosemarie slowed, opening herself a little more as if challenging Christine to start her attack. She then stabbed her clit into Rosemarie’s hood, the first thrust caught and slid by on the right-hand side, the second to the left while the third found the two horns head on, pushing directly against each other. Rosemarie angled herself to bring the entire length of their clits against each other. Still scissoring each other, they ground harder and for the first time since the combat started, grunts betrayed the effort and response. The flow of juice increased and started to seep back along their inner thighs. 

After two or three minutes, Christine raised a hand to request a pause; she reached down and with two fingers decorously opened herself. Her horn was on full display; the erect spike of flesh reared defiantly at her rival. Rosemarie, while staring fixedly at Christine’s weaponry, also bared her own angry livid throbbing nub. They moved together again and now they ground up and down against each other, one rising and the other moved downwards, resulting in their clits being in constant contact. As the grating sped up, gasps and groans built in intensity. Christine emitted a cry that alerted Rosemarie to the possibility that she was close to the edge. 

Lowering her gaze from Christine’s eyes, Rosemarie looked to her rival’s washboard stomach; she was looking for the tell-tale signs of the start of an orgasm. Picking up the pace and angling herself slightly, Rosemarie rammed her clit rapidly against Christine’s, drawing gasps from both women. A sharp exhalation, followed by a suppressed groan, was more evidence that Christine was on the brink. Exultant, Rosemarie thrust six times until she was rewarded by a suppressed shriek and the sight of Christine’s head snap back; the brunette growled lustily as she continued to stab her rival’s clit ruthlessly. 

The result of experienced women taking each other on, often means that when the crisis comes, it comes more powerfully. The anticipation of the event had resulted in both women being sexually aroused all day, even as they went about their work. Both had been careful to abstain from sex for the previous 72 hours. The pre-fight rituals had meant both were far more aroused than they had let on to each other. Rosemarie’s desire to make Christine come led Rosemarie to make a novice’s mistake which nearly brought herself close to the edge of coming; her total engagement with the sight and sound of her rival coming so hard nearly triggered her own climax.

Slowing the pace and pulling back slightly as Christine continued to come, Rosemarie heard a loud cry and felt a warm sensation as juice sprayed across her pussy. A second jet splashed her clit, then a third and fourth. Christine was still gasping but her head was now erect, and she was openly riding her orgasm, using her own lust as a weapon. It was too much. Rosemarie gasped and it was now she who turned her head to the ceiling and roared, as the recovering Christine goaded her, growling, “Yes, go on bitch, spend like the slut you are!” Rosemarie rewarded Christine with a warm gush that drenched her pussy.

As the orgasms subsided, the two women disengaged, and avoiding each other’s gaze they resumed their position on all fours. It was clear that they wanted to avoid pussy to pussy contact for a while. The timer showed that 25 minutes had elapsed. They began to prowl clockwise, resuming the earlier pattern except that each woman was now covered in a sheen of sweat, their pussies now glistened with spend from their fight. Rosemarie broke the circling, crawling sideways into the rug, still on all fours. Christine, also still on all fours, moved face to face and then, instinctively knowing what was expected, drew alongside Rosemarie until they were kneeling head to tail.

Finger Tricks

Rosemarie husked, “Let’s open up to each other, and then go at it until one of us spills it.” Christine merely growled and licking two forefingers on her right hand, reached up between the brunette’s legs and opened her labia. At the same time Christine felt fingers on her pussy and Rosemarie’s thumb brushing back and forth across her clit. The thumb withdrew and she felt first one, then two, fingers push inside her. In retaliation, Christine pinched the flesh around Rosemarie’s vaginal hood together, then slid her index finger in up to the knuckle. 

The two women had now skewered each other’s pussy and began working to bring each other off. Rosemarie was gently, rhythmically, relentlessly pushing and pulling her fore and index fingers in and out of the salt and pepper woman. Rosemarie rested her head against Christine’s left buttock, her left hand grasping the top of her thigh. A mirror image, Christine was sawing in and out, her fingers glazed with the clear juice which started to form strands.  Each warrior on all fours, backs curved, fearlessly opened herself to her rival. It made an erotically symmetrical tableau.

Deep groans occasionally added to the noise of wet pussies being expertly worked. Christine turned her wrist so that the underside of her fingers sawed in and out of Rosemarie at an angle; as she twisted the digits, she brushed the brunette’s clit, wetting her thumb with the clear juice. Bringing her thumb up against the tight circle above Rosemarie’s sopping slit, Christine rubbed it back and forth across the taut flesh. She grunted with satisfaction as the brunette hissed in reaction to her sophisticated ministrations. In response, Rosemarie swiftly withdrew her index finger from Christine’s juicy maw, replacing it with her forth finger. Christine then felt the middle finger, dripping with her own juice circling her own tail; she moaned softly as Rosemarie’s fingertip teasingly forced an entry. 

Each woman was now intensely working her rival’s tail as well as her clit and pussy, driving each other to the edge of orgasm. Both tried to focus on bringing her rival off, fighting their own lust, but increasingly groaning, hissing and issuing occasional grunts as the tension built. With the express aim of triggering a response from Christine, Rosemarie gave voice to her intense feelings as she growled, “Come on, give it to me!” Christine’s flow of juice increased, but she held it together, and was rewarded by the sensation of an increase in the flow pouring from her rival. 

In response Christine replied, “You are leaking like one of those teenage sluts you train, you give it to me bitch!” As fingers speeded up, the liquid sound and grunts of the two women increased in volume and was soon changed to the gasps as both women fought the impending release. Skilful fingers move to a blur as the two sobbed and groaned as they reached climax, each sending a jet of clear fluid over her rival’s digits. Neither slowed the pace and the carpet behind each woman was spotted with her juices and the air hung heavy with the scent of their inflamed pussies.

Hungry for more action, both continued the digital assault, urging each other to keep themselves open which they did, each anxious to display her readiness to take the frantic, skilful ministrations of her opponent. Less experienced sex fighters tended to restrict access to their sex, but at this level it was a matter of pride to make yourself as open as possible to your attacker. Both women continued to spasm, and each bared her teeth, biting gently into the taut flesh of her rival’s right buttock. The she-wolves were letting each other know that if it came to a brawl that each could go at it tooth and claw. A few minutes later, both women were again growling as they soaked each others’ fingers for a second time.

Backing away from each other both women then raised themselves on their knees directly opposite each other closing the distance until they were breast-to-breast, hands directly seeking the other’s slit. By now, the sexual aggression levels of both were deep into the red. Lapsing into her native French, Christine hissed, ‘chienne’ as she worked the brunette, who replied angrily, “I am more bitch than you’ll ever be.” Each woman was now fully aware of how to play the other. Christine ran her fore and index fingers full length of Rosemarie’s slit, while the brunette vibrated her index finger back and forth across her rival clit. For nearly half an hour they worked each other, each forcing the other to orgasm twice. 

Wanting desperately to break the stalemate, Rosemarie pushed Christine backwards and as she hit the carpet the salt and pepper haired woman, opened her legs, inviting Rosemarie to lock up with her again. Scissoring, each took the others’ right hand and they pulled each other in tight, snarling with lust and the fierce drive of women in sexual competition. Once again, the two stiff, pink, spikes of flesh jammed against each other, now a little redder than previously, and even more sensitive because of the almost continuous friction to which they had been subjected. 

For another thirty minutes, the pair bucked and ground against each other, cries of pleasure and curses rang out as they fought it out. Covered in a sheen of sweat, nipples erect and teeth bared, they rocked as each woman demonstrated her sexual stamina and her desire to dominate the other. Below them, the carpet was now sopping wet with their juices as every now and again one of the women came so hard that she drenched the other’s slit. Honours remained even, though they had both lost count of the number of orgasms.  Had they been fighting in the club it would have ranked as a classic confrontation but neither woman needed an audience other than her rival.

However, there had to be a winner and Rosemarie managed to change the tempo, pushing her clit deep into Christine’s hood in a staccato movement. Already on the brink, Christine threw back her head as her abs contracted powerfully as the crescendo of a multiple orgasm shook her. Releasing her grip on Rosemarie’s forearm, she fell backwards arching her back as she spurted ferociously, her juices splashing her rival’s pussy. Involuntarily Christine cupped her own breasts, thumbing the thick brown nipples as she wailed and bucked. Rosemarie, also on the point of orgasm, successfully managed to suppress her own, and straddled her opponent. The timer sounded that the hour was up! thanks to this last minute forced orgasm, Rosemarie was the winner.

Determined not to act like a loser, Christine quickly recovered her composure, and said defiantly, “It’s time for you to learn how well a real woman can take it.” Rosemarie, already strapping on her spraycock, moved indecently quickly to take the first part of her ‘triple access’ prize. Christine, anticipating her first move, knelt before her and took the strap-on in her hand and fed its full length of it down the throat. As she moved her head from side to side, her confident lewdness, triggered Rosemarie’s suppressed climax. As a result, the reservoir within her spraycock contracted, sending several jets down her gullet. Impressively, she swallowed the entire load and looked to be on the verge of making the brunette come again. Despite her victory, Rosemarie had been on the receiving end of the first of her victory fucks. 

In a move that was simultaneously lewd and assertive, Christine moved to the sofa, facing her rival and threw her legs back, holding the back of her knees so that she was entirely open to the next assault. it was the ultimate in aggressive defiance, as Christine husked, “Show me how you break in a novice!” taking hold of her ankles, Rosemarie lowered herself and rammed the full length of the strap-on up to the hilt. Christine growled as though she had paid for this service, once again, manifesting a sexual assertiveness more in keeping with a winner than a loser. This time though, Rosemarie showed greater control, her pelvis jabbing furiously in and out so that she forced Christine to come hard. Even so, Christine thrust back so effectively, that when she demanded that Rosemarie came, she did so. Christine felt the spraycock stiffen and flex as rope after rope of female juice splashed her cervix.

The chemistry between these women was extraordinary, their eyes had locked on to each other during the second rut. there is no doubt that tonight was a physical and mental highlight of a lifetime spent in sexual confrontation between women. For the finale, Rosemarie determined reassert control, flipped Christine over, as she reached for the reins on the table. She then deliberately fitted them to Christine’s head, so she was ready to be ridden like a brood mare. Trying to maintain her level of stylish defiance, Christine raised her delicious backside and reaching back with both hands opened herself, looking defiantly back over her shoulder at the brunette who put one foot on the sofa and positioned herself.  

Christine felt the lifelike flesh of the strap-on circle the tight pink rosette of flesh, and then gradually force its way in. She thrust back hard, impaling herself deeply as Rosemarie began the rhythmic in and out gradually increasing the tempo. Still looking back over her shoulder Christine made eye contact through the mask with the victrix, she joined in searching for a rhythm and even increased the tempo. Snarling, Rosemarie pulled the reins forcing Christine’s head backwards. The brunette could see the effect she was having as the salt and pepper hair shook from side to side, she met each thrust with a grunt that betrayed her high state of excitement. 

Rosemarie was now slamming in and out of Christine faster and faster while the loser, in her determination to demonstrate her resilience, matched her pace and she thought how lucky she was to have met this extraordinary rival. Each determined not to come before the other, both women fought their welling climax. It was now a battle of wills! As Rosemarie took Christine in her tail, the sound of flesh slapping on flesh combined with the stifled gasps and cries of the two women. In a guttural growl of lust, Christine surrendered to the searing intensity of her orgasm, still matching Rosemarie thrust for thrust. Seconds later the brunette added her full-throated cry of triumph as the reservoir in her strap-on contracted violently as she spewed coil after coil into Christine.  

Rosemarie withdrew and directed her final spurts over the combined underwear of the two fighters. She had marked her rival in all three orifices with her juices, and it would be her scent that would now be dominant on the designer underwear. Christine had acquitted herself superbly and she was still thrusting as the brunette victrix collapsed exhausted across her back. Honours were not even but honour had been satisfied and this was the first, not the last time that these two magnificent Amazons would clash!

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The End

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