Chapter 1

Two Queens

For The Same Hive

On the first day of the new college year, Erika Norberg moved around the campus like the queen bee in the university beehive, her shapely hips moving in rhythm with the outstanding sensuality of a woman who knows that she’s the best among the best. Around her, nothing had changed from the previous year: all eyes were on her, some with passion, others with envy—Erika enjoyed both attentions equally, bragging openly about her perfect body with an eye-catching outfit: short skirt, tight blouse, high heels.

Everyone admitted—some girls reluctantly—that Erika was the campus alpha female, something incredible in the hard college ecosystem considering that she had moved to Princeton from Stockholm only a year before. However, the combination between magnetic beauty, spectacular curves, clever mind and aggressive attitude had catapulted her to the top of the college food chain above cheerleader captains, sororities leaders and former prom queens.

With her chin slightly raised, the gorgeous young woman entered the beautiful building that housed the History Department, running into two classmates. The other girls forced a tense smile that Erika understood: they were so afraid of her sharp tongue and quick temperament that they preferred to have her as friend rather than as enemy. Erika couldn’t help but smile as she recalled how she had made one of them cry in a debate on religions in the European Middle Ages. She really enjoyed trampling women she shared classes with, and that lack of scruples made many students wonder why she wasn’t studying Political Science. However, Erika thought that “anything goes” attitude was one of the virtues that would push her into a promising future.

The classroom door opened before her in the same way that every obstacle in her life did. A hot silence and two dozen eyes received her, drinking from her appeal after a summer of abstinence. Erika’s big, juicy breasts trembled slightly with every resolute step, her powerful ass wiggled in a kind of sexual dance, her tongue licked lustfully her fleshy lips in a heartbreaking promise. The beauty deliberately swayed her golden hair in the air, spreading her suggestive perfume all over the class before she sat down in her seat.

From her position, Erika could control the whole class. All the guys looked in her direction, some boldly, others discreetly, all with fascination; the girls, on the other hand, tried to ignore her, but the magnetic power of attraction of the blonde beauty forced several of them to turn their heads towards Erika. Eyes overflowing with jealousy struggled to hold the arrogant gaze of the blonde, but none managed to do so for more than a few seconds. Erika smiled smugly, showing without secrets how much she enjoyed her position as college’s femme fatale.

However, her smile faded from her beautiful face. Something was about to happen. First, she felt it in the air, a flow of static electricity that made her skin crawl, a kind of warning of the coming warfare. Then she heard the sound of a pair of heels, war drums on the other side of the classroom door. And then, when Erika’s skin got all brittle, the door opened like it had done a minute ago with her…and the presence that the blonde had felt before time entered into Erika’s world with arrogant steps.

Erika always fed on the attention she got from others—it was her sustenance, as important, or even more important, than the air she inhaled, than the food and water her body demanded every day. But now that vital attention was moving away from her to focus on the newcomer girl, a girl that neither she nor any of her classmates had ever seen before, but that certainly none of them would forget—big-breasted, long-legged and dark-haired, the new student seemed designed to make her image last in the head of the observer.

Like a huntress who has come to a new hunting ground, the attractive, exotic brunette moved around the class as a heated murmur rose around Erika, with whispered words she didn’t want to hear coming to her ears, words that spoke of that haughty curvaceous body barely contained under a tight black skirt and a white blouse. Grinding her teeth together, the blonde checked the brunette from top to bottom: the cleavage of her blouse could barely contain her swaying fat tits and, beyond an enviable waist-hip curves, two delicious thighs peeked out from under the short skirt, in the beginning of her incredibly strong, feminine legs.

Sitting not far from Erika, the brunette responded to the excess of attention with a smile that the blonde found annoyedly smug. Unable to look away from the other beauty, Erika felt pangs of jealousy in her heart and in the depths of her stomach as she realized that, for the first time in her life, she was before a woman who was able to match her in appearance: the amber eyes of the unknown girl were as feline and suggestive as her own blue eyes; the other reddish lips were equally fleshy, equally kissable, than her pink mouth; the new student’s jet-black hair matched her own golden hair in length, silkiness and volume; the other bronzed skin was as smooth and youthful as her fair skin. Looking down, Erika can’t see any difference between their figures, with tits, hips and legs apparently drawn from the same mold.

It was then when, in the middle of the comparison, the other beauty turned her face to discover her attentive gaze. Erika’s feminine cheeks flushed slightly, as the brunette’s eyes were suddenly fixed on her. Beyond the amber irises, Erika read conflicting messages: on the one hand, there was surprise, doubt and delicious envy; on the other, a raw challenge. The blonde stiffened her gaze, the blood in her veins and arteries burning.

The rising female hostility was interrupted by the arrival of the History of the Modern Caribbean’s professor. Reluctantly, the two gorgeous rivals moved their eyes away from the other, paying attention to the first class of the new year. During the introductions, Erika learned that the brunette answered to the name of Melike Balik, and she had just moved to Princeton from some unknown city in the interior of Turkey. When the blonde heard the new girl bragging about her achievements at the university of her small hometown, a wave of arrogance flooded the Swede, forcing a sigh of relief and superiority from her mouth: the new girl wouldn’t be any competition in class if she came from a whatsitsname university…

However, the next few hours proved to Erika that she had seriously underestimated her newfound Turkish rival. It all started in the European Middle Ages class, when Melike’s conceited voice interrupted her when she was talking about Eleanor of Aquitaine.

“There’s no real evidence that Eleanor’s Court of Love existed.”

“Haven’t you read Capellanus?” Erika answered, turning her face to the brunette. “His book clearly states that she and her daughter…”

“A single source doesn’t prove anything,” Melike insisted.

Erika opened her mouth to reply, but the bell rang, ending the class. The professor thanked the debate and, without further ado, she walked away, leaving the couple looking at each other with tension.

That was just the beginning, though. Class after class, Erika’s discussions with Melike’s grew in intensity, until reaching the climax in in a debate on mythology in the Ancient European History class. Erika didn’t know how it happened, but she found herself praising the role of the Valkyries in the Norse myths, while Melike confronted her with the role of the Amazons in the Greek myths. The background of the discussion couldn’t be more obvious: as a Nordic blue-eyed woman with blond hair and pale skin, Erika looked like a Valkyrie emerged from the myths of her native country; Melike, on the other hand, could be one of the black-haired, tanned Amazons who many classic Greek authors located in present-day Turkey. On the surface, the debate might seem to be about the women of the myths, but the big-headed beauties were actually arguing about themselves and about the eternal blonde-brunette rivalry.

At first, Erika felt the situation was under control, especially when Melike failed to dismantle her arguments about the origin of the Valkyrie myths, but the direction of the debate changed when the Turk managed to silence her with a few facts about the Amazons that the blonde didn’t know. The initiative in the debate went from one side to another, with the victory and defeat feelings crashing into Erika’s feminine ego to create a bittersweet contradiction in her head.

“Amazons are much more interesting than Valkyries,” Melike said at a tense moment in the debate. “Hippocrates defines them as fierce female warriors…”

“Valkyries are warrior goddesses,” Erika interrupted. “Amazons aren’t in their league, whether we’re talking about importance in mythology or as warriors.”

“Girls, I think we’re missing the point.” The professor got the debate on track, opening it up to other students while Erika blushed with anger at not being able to finish the debate with Melike…again.

By the time the day’s classes were over, Erika felt so much hostility towards the Tuskish woman that she thought she would explode at any moment. As the blonde picked up her things, she cursed mentally that the newcomer confronted her in front of her classmates, openly challenging her position as alpha female over the course of six long hours of class. But, to her regret, she had also grudgingly accepted that she had much more in common with Melike than a crushing, powerful gorgeousness: the striking brunette was verbally as combative as herself, a passionate and cruel debater who took no prisoners. Erika knew that the bitter and heated discussions of that day would be the first ones of many between them.

“I can’t wait…” she whispered to herself, leaving the classroom with a multitude of butterflies fluttering inside her belly.

The air became electrified around it again as soon as she stepped out into the hallway. Looking to her left, she was not surprised to see Melike several steps away. The new girl was socializing with several classmates, rocking her long hair and waving her eyelashes in a bold seductive effort that, given the stupid smiles from the guys, was working. For half a second, however, Melike stopped paying attention to the male audience, and moved her amber eyes against Erika’s blue eyes. The glances spoke of hatred, envy and personal matters that had to be solved at another time. Maybe not all their arguments would be discussed in class…

With one last disapproving look, Erika left the building, licking her thick lips nervously. The cool autumn breeze kissed her heated body, while the angry beauty lost herself in thoughts that Melike Balik dominated.

Chapter 2

The Night

That Didn’t Want To End

The college pub was crowded, but still there were a score of men waiting at the door for their chance to enter. Not even the music could suppress the noisy stir around the bar, a stir that the few women in the pub knew jealously who was causing it: the outstanding new waitress.

Melike served drinks without rest, while the other two waitresses—Emma Silverman and Maddy Anderson, two good-looking busty redheads—tried not to be invisible at her side. The Turk had just been working in the pub for two weeks, but her fame had spread so fast on campus that a chaotic crowd of men had ended up overflowing the place. Everyone wanted to be served by the brunette and had the chance to talk to her for a few seconds, and she had those seconds for everyone—she smiled, winked and flirted, using her hair or her eyelashes as feminine weapons. All this fueled her conceited woman’s psyche, filling her with an energy that, after several hard days at college, she really needed.

Fucking smug bitch. The thought came to Melike almost at the end of the night, without her being able to avoid it. Each morning, the class discussions with that egomaniac who responded to the name of Erika Norberg had been draining her reserves of will, pushing her into a mental exhaustion that only the fury and the jealousy she woke around her could heal. Addicted to the remedy, Melike allowed others to love her, night after night, in the pub that let her to pay the bills in her adoptive country.

“What a crazy Friday night!” Emma said.

“With Melike working here, this can only get worse,” Maddy joked.

The brunette smiled in response, but she couldn’t stop for a second: more and more men crowded in front of her, so she still had a lot of animal passion to harvest…

***

The night had been eternal, but at last the three waitresses closed the pub. Exhausted, Melike fell on a stool, while Maddy and Emma sat on the pool table, talking about how hard the worknight had been. The Turk, however, didn’t join in the conversation: once the adrenaline of feeling desired was gone, her thoughts returned to the Swedish beauty that was giving her so much trouble in her new live away from her country.

Erika appeared in her thoughts, with furrowed brow and eyes filled with hatred. For the past two weeks, Melike had competed with the girl’s blue eyes in and out of class, in a silent conversation in which her amber eyes had spoken as clearly about her bad feelings as the gaze of her rival had done.

Even now, days after her first meeting with Erika, Melike remembered perfectly the unpleasant surprise that she had felt when she found the other beauty in her class. From that moment on, it had been undeniable that the instantaneous antagonism between the two youth girls had its origin in their spectacular physical attributes, with the similarities between faces and bodies creating a vicious, unbreakable connection. But there was much more than envy between Erika and Melike, because their rivalry was fed by class discussions too. On many occasions, Melike had not been sure to be defending her own ideas, something that she thought Erika did too—simply, both positioned themselves in the most distant positions to allow the artillery fire to destroy the enemy.

But that’s not all, she said to herself, absent from the conversation between her workmates. The rivalry between the girls had a greater depth, much greater, than a simple class discrepancy and a jealous competition between bodies and faces, as an intense sexual component pulsed deep in the belly of the brunette when she saw, heard or smelled the other beauty—or even, as at that moment, when she thought about her. Something fiery, like a flame, began to throb beneath her skin, burning her flesh with a sensation that mixed pain and pleasure.

“Are you fine, Melike?” Emma’s question drew the Turk from her reverie. Now aware of the remarkable blush that covered her cheeks, Melike shook her head.

“Yeah, well…” she hesitated, thinking quickly how to get out of the tight spot. “I just need to go to the restroom for a moment.” Getting up, she crossed the pub with quick steps, leaving her redhead friends behind.

Melike closed the door behind her, leaning against it. At that moment, the beautiful Turk felt dirty, with the carnal fire of challenge and competition that her Swedish rival aroused in her burning in her womb.

“I’m better than her,” she said, taking a deep breath before approaching a mirror to observe her reflection and examine her outstanding face: striking amber eyes, fleshy red mouth, long jet-black hair, silky bronzed skin. Melike knew that her exotic features were one of her most distinctive traits, but she had to admit that people also found Erika, with her sensual Swedish accent and her prominent beauty of golden hair and blue eyes, as interesting as people found her.

“Fuck you, blondie,” Melike growled angrily, jealously, visualizing the exceptional northern woman, remembering every curve of the woman to compare it to the curves she saw in the mirror. It was undeniable that she and her opponent were perfect specimens for the dangerous jungle that was the campus; their obstinate, self-satisfied and competitive personalities allowed them to move through the dense thicket with brute force, but their breath-taking physiques were the machetes that cut the divergent weeds and, therefore, the ones that constituted their greatest advantage in a world of men.

To the disgrace of the Turkish dark-haired beauty, the similarities between them didn’t end there: she had discovered that Erika was one of those who thought life was a game where, in order to win, the opponent had to be trampled underfoot. As an extremely competitive woman, Melike shared that philosophy, but the communion of ideas with the blonde made their confrontation even more intense—only the total destruction of the enemy could put an end to the problems between the two young women.

Finally, Melike came out of the bathroom, unable to get her rival out of her head. However, the blonde’s insistence on clouding the brunette’s thoughts was nothing compared to what she found unexpectedly next to her co-workers: Erika Norberg herself. For a few seconds, the Turk and the Swede looked at each other with open mouths and nervous eyes; none expected to meet the woman they hated in that place. Incredibly, neither of Melike’s co-workers noticed the moment, so the rivals had time to hide their feelings behind a mask of naturalness.

“Oh, girls, you told me about the new waitress, but you didn’t tell me she was my classmate,” Erika said, covering the venom of her voice under a slight smile.

“Are you Emma and Maddy’s friend?” Melike asked, mimicking the fake smile of the other beauty as she nodded. “It’s a pleasure to know that we have friends in common,” she lied.

“Oh, yes,” the blonde hissed. “It’s a pleasant surprise.” Actually, finding out that two of her best friends had befriended the brunette was annoying Erika deeply. What the fuck is this bitch playing at? she thought furiously, intrigued by a move that, despite her suspicions, her enemy had not done: that Melike ended up working in the pub with her friends was nothing more than a coincidence.

“Yeah, a real surprise,” Maddy agreed; her smile, along with Emma’s, were the only genuine smiles in the room. “Hey, Melike, Erika has come to ask us to go out with her, although we have told her that we are very tired…”

“I’m not tired,” the brunette said. Somehow, she didn’t want to admit any weakness in front of her golden-haired opponent. “In fact, that’s an excellent idea,” she added, staring at Erika. Their eyes remained locked for a few seconds before Melike looked at her co-workers to try to persuade them. “We’ve never gone out together. I think it’s about time we had some fun.”

“Yes, it will be fun,” Erika said, she and her Turkish rival looking at each other again, trying to evaluate the danger of the deal they were sealing. “The night is young, just like we are…”

For the next few minutes, the brunette and the blonde tried to convince their tired redhead friends to go out. However, none of them were particularly focused on their own arguments; under a calm exterior, each woman nervously watched her nemesis, competing subtly for the attention of her friends. In that regard, Melike felt overwhelmed by Erika’s impressive look: her very short black latex skirt and high heels highlighted her incredibly sexy legs with a devastating effect, while her well-proportioned breasts bragged of firmness and shape thanks to a tight, low-cut white top. In front of it all, even the sensual waitress outfit of the Turk seemed nothing much: her pants were too wide and too long to allow Melike to display her formidable legs, and the dark, slightly low-cut uniform shirt didn’t display all the sensuality her boobs could boast about. However, as soon as Emma and Maddy agreed to go to a nightclub that wasn’t far from there, the brunette had already thought about how to match the look contest.

***

The autumn breeze caressed the silky skin of the girls as they walked through the streets of the college town. Like them, several students headed for the trendy nightclubs, eager to enjoy the late hours of a dying Friday night. Many guys—and some girls—turned their heads when they saw the four women. Emma and Maddy were attractive, no doubt, with their fat bosoms and thick lips, but they didn’t play in the same league as Erika and Melike. However, the blonde was the woman who was stealing most of the attention thanks to her spectacular outfit, a fact that she was really loving, and that her Turkish opponent was really hating.

However, when the women turned the corner of a small pedestrian street, the moment Melike had planned minutes before finally arrived.

“Girls, give me a moment,” she said, taking some keys out of her handbag and approaching the nearest building. “I need to go upstairs and get something in my apartment.”

“Do you live here?” Emma asked.

“Yes,” Melike replied, her amber eyes instinctively looking for Erika’s blue gaze, as if somehow that her rival knew where she lived was important. “I won’t be long…”

Unable to avoid it, the blonde nailed her pupils to the brunette’s ass as she disappeared from her sight. What is she up to? she wondered, just before turning to her friends.

“So…how long have you known her?” Erika asked, eager for answers.

***

Fifteen minutes and many answers later, Erika heard that, at last, someone was coming out of the building. Turning around, she couldn’t help but breathe out a short gasp: Melike, portentously dressed, came back to the street with a very different look. Fucking whore, Erika snarled mentally, unable to control her eyes. The Turkish woman walked on heels as high as hers, covered by a latex skirt and a white low-cut top that practically copied her outfit in an obvious and aggressive challenge. Worse still, Melike’s beautiful breasts looked even bigger than before, so Erika had no doubt that the brunette had taken advantage of the moment to change her bra, now using a push-up brassiere that gave volume to her brown tits.

“Wow, girl!” Maddy exclaimed sincerely. “You look amazing!”

Erika felt like a knife was penetrating her belly as she watched her friends taking a shameless glance over Melike’s striking cleavage. Certainly, every virtue of the brunette beauty was highlighted by her new clothes, from her sensual legs to her beautiful bare shoulders, but it was her boobs, swollen by the bra, which were dominating the show.

“Well, are we moving or what?” the blonde said with a certain bitterness in her voice. “We don’t want the nightclub to close before we get there, right?”

“Right. We’ve already lost too much time,” Emma agreed.

“Don’t worry, I know a shortcut…”

Melike saw something change in the face of her rival: the evident disgust that had caused her exuberant reappearance gave way to a slight smile, full of malice. The brunette knew that her masterstroke had tied the secret game she was playing against the blonde, but she also knew that Erika wasn’t the kind of girl who gave up easily—she had demonstrated this over and over again in class, in the increasingly tense discussions about History. Melike was convinced that, given the importance of what they were both gambling on that night, the Swede would have an ace up her sleeve. I’m ready for anything you throw at me, slut, she thought with restrained fury, attentive to her antagonist as she followed her through the streets of Princeton with her two friends.

“Are you sure this is the shortest way, Erika?” Maddy asked after a couple of minutes moving through the streets. “I think that—”

“We’re almost there,” the blonde interrupted, casting a mysterious glance back over her shoulder and into the amber eyes of her bitter enemy. The tension electrified the night air, especially when the Swedish woman turned her blue eyes to the other beauty’s chest and the Turk retaliated by analyzing the blonde’s ass. The exchange lasted only half a second, but it was enough to accelerate both hearts.

Erika turned left at the next crossroads, with her steps heading straight for a house that her friends knew well.

“But…we came to your house,” Emma said with a surprised gesture.

“Yes, but it will only take a moment.” Erika gave another look at Melike, this time full of self-satisfaction, before opening the door and entering the building.

What the hell…? the brunette cried out inside her head. However, taking advantage of being alone with Maddy and Emma again, she turned to them, thirsty for information.

“So…how long have you known her?”

***

“Well, ready for the nightclub?”

Interrupted in the middle of the conversation about Erika, the girls turned around to see the blonde coming back to the street. Erika had only taken a couple of minutes to return, but Melike immediately saw what had changed, as soon as she looked at the girl’s cleavage: her pale tits bulged over the fabric of her low-cut white top like two wrecking balls, noticeably squeezed by the push-up bra that Erika had just put on. Without words, Emma and Maddy’s eyes spoke clearly of how provocative the Swede’s bosoms were; Melike, meanwhile, couldn’t help but bite her fleshy lower lip with resentment.

“Do you feel like dancing, Melike?”

The blonde’s falsely innocent question caught the brunette by surprise. However, she recovered quickly enough to respond to the challenge.

“I’m really looking forward to it, Erika. I can’t wait to get on the dance floor.”

“Me neither.”

The blue and amber eyes flashed under the starry sky. Somehow, both gorgeous beauties knew that nothing would be the same after what happened at the nightclub, whatever it was.

Chapter 3

The Dance

That Changed Everything

The atmosphere in the nightclub was incredible, a glorification of alcohol, beauty and youth. As soon as they entered, the four women joined the party, asking for the first drinks of the night; Erika and Melike swallowed them almost instantly, thirsty for courage, and called the waiter in unison to serve them a second drink, much stronger this time.

In the past, when Erika had gone dancing with Emma and Maddy, the three had always formed an erotic triangle on the dance floors they stepped on, dancing with some vampiric pleasure as they became the erotic center of attention. That Friday night, however, Melike’s inclusion changed the picture: they could now be paired up…with all that this meant for the two lustful rivals.

“Come on, girl!” As soon as she finished her second drink, Melike grabbed Maddy’s wrist. “It’s time to show these bitches how real women dance.”

Emma laughed at her friend’s mockery, as it was not the first time they had used such terms when working in the pub. However, Erika knew that the insult had been real, and that it was directed directly at her. With a low grunt, she grabbed Emma to accept the brunette’s challenge.

“Sweetheart, we’re the ones who’ll show these bitches who the real dancing queens are,” she cried out loud enough for Melike to hear her.

The two beauties dragged the redheads through the crowd, searching for the center of the dance floor. The heat of the dancing bodies joined the fire that burned the skin and flesh of Melike and Erika, a fire that had been growing since the Swede had appeared by surprise in the pub where the Turk worked, a fire that had fed on the glances that had been exchanged on the way to the nightclub, a fire that had spread because of the jealousy aroused by the push-up bra worn by the rival, a fire that was getting out of control because of the alcohol and the challenge on the dance floor. A crimson blush covered the cheeks and breasts of the antagonists, as a thin layer of sweat began to lubricate their delicate skins.

The dance began: Erika and Emma on one side, Melike and Maddy on the other, the young women shook their hips and hair with passion; some were looking for fun, others were in competition. The blonde and the brunette paid more attention to the other beauty than to their dance partners, studying each other under lights that blinked so quickly that they created a kind of photographic illusion. Both took advantage of the flashes of light to exhibit themselves to their nemesis, calculating each glow to highlight their curves with the sexiest pose possible—their tits were pushed out, their asses were defiantly presented in profile, their hips were twisted in an exalted pose, their eyes observed, studied and considered, always criticized and envied under every flash of light.

Immersed in their rivalry, the girls ended up embracing the music, turning every sound into sap for their bodies. The bass beat powerfully in the bottom of their bellies, shaking the butterflies that were nesting in it, while the guitars accelerated heartbeats that pumped too much vital essence into too many parts: their faces became even redder, their boobs swollen over the necklines, and a torrent of hot blood flowed into crotches that, to the surprise of both women, began to dilate.

Unable to contain herself in front of Melike’s seductive image, Erika dragged her red-painted nails along Emma’s contours like a desperate lover, forcing a nervous laugh from her friend.

“Wow, someone’s overexcited tonight!” Emma said.

Without taking her hands off the other girl, the blonde looked for Melike’s glance. A few feet away, the Turkish woman narrowed her feline amber eyes, licking her fleshy lips with a languid effect that only the flashing lights could create. Erika found herself mimicking the gesture, and the taste of her own thick mouth nearly exploded the flames that ran through her body.

On the other side of the irresistible bond, and spurred on by the Swedish beauty, Melike lunged at Maddy and, before she knew what she was doing, her hands clutched the girl’s round ass with some violence.

“Melike!” her friend gasped, her cheeks turning red. However, the brunette didn’t even look at her: her dilated pupils pierced the blue eyes of her blonde rival, while an animal craving instigated her to repeat the degenerate move with Erika. Lost in her adversary’s dance moves, Melike was carried away by her most basic instincts and impaled her pelvis on Maddy’s crotch, rubbing herself against the other woman for a few enthusiastic seconds.

As she heard Maddy complaining softly at Melike’s unexpected sexual assault, Erika allowed herself to ride the same hot wave as her enemy, grabbing Emma’s firm buttocks with both hands and rubbing up against her with the delirium born of alcohol and competition. In the middle of the nightclub, the two foreign beauties assaulted their American friends, who could hardly oppose them. The sensual triangle of the past, with Erika, Maddy and Emma dominating the dance floor with their erotic moves, now looked like a little girls’ game.

For several minutes, blonde and brunette kept using their perfect bodies to bully, to dominate. Pawing, rubbing against the overwhelmed partner, the females in heat danced seductively under the flickering lights, always attentive to the rival, always vigilant to what was inevitably going to happen. Both crotches began to throb uncontrollably, with an unknown but exciting tension flooding them.

Finally, Emma and Maddy managed to get away from their ardent friends; clumsily excusing themselves, they quickly fled the dance floor, tremendously embarrassed by the heat that was running through their bodies and minds. Melike and Erika were left behind; irretrievably attracted by the gravity of the antagonist’s body, they soon found themselves dancing with their backs to the other woman. With their twin bodies covered by practically the same ensemble, many on the dance floor thought they were watching a wild dance between two sisters descended from the heavens: two modern pagan goddesses covered in lycra and latex whose generous creator had decided to differentiate by the color of their hair. The swollen breasts of the deities swung under the white tops with female strength, while the overall length of each beauty’s impressive strong legs was exposed through the side cuts of their black skirts, cuts that almost reached the women’s delicate waists. 

Neither knew who made the first move, or whether it was a fortuitous blow, but both gasped in surprise as they felt the other’s powerful ass bump into their own firm bottoms. Reacting instinctively to contact, the glutes muscles tightened, flexing threateningly against the opposing muscles for several seconds. After two weeks of disagreements and discussions in class, after two weeks of bad looks and insults whispered in the distance, the first contact between brunette and blonde was nothing more than a reflection of the kind of harmful relationship that linked them: a sneaky war in the middle of the hurricane. Certainly, their rivalry was well known in their class, but everyone naively believed that these were just two hot-headed women having different views on the historical processes. The true depth of the competition was far beyond anyone’s imagination, and what was happening on the dance floor now was just a demonstration that, if the girls wanted it, not even in public could one find out what was really going on between them. In fact, the clash between their attractive asses mimicked their verbal clashes in college to perfection: as always when they argued, none of them would back down from their enemy.

Taking a breath of air and filling their heads with the necessary mental fortitude, Erika and Melike pushed together their butts, arching their bodies to support their round virtues in the battle that has just begun. They were carried away by the music, rubbing their firm asses one against the other, with their muscles contracting and stretching under the latex skirts with increasing force. Gritting their teeth, the antagonists grunted quietly, quickly feeling excited in that still unnoticed competition of buns.

Completely absorbed in the duel, the Turkish and Swedish women ended up no longer feeling the outside world: the smell of the dancing bodies around was replaced by the feminine scent of the rival’s perfumed hair, by the fragrance of the other body’s sweat and alcohol-laden breath; the music went into the background, with the sensual sound of the skirts squeezing latex against latex and the soft gasps of effort and passion taking control of their eardrums; the dilated pupils saw nothing, because the eyes had been closed, the sensations born of the mutual friction increasing in intensity; the tongues licked lips with a whisky flavour, but also with a taste of hot challenge and insane envy…

And touch, touch was everything: four vigorous ass cheeks, well endowed by nature and toned in gyms, were pushed, squeezed, scrubbed and eroded together in an epic fight where strength and flexibility were the key. Soon, however, the lush girls felt more than just tenacious butts, as both ended up pressing the full length of their bodies against each other. Back to back, locked from their heads to their heels, Erika and Melike kept the illusion of dancing by seductively intertwining their long, bare legs, identical in shape and length. The arms were tied at each other’s elbows, and the faces were turned to look for each other.

“You really think you’re fucking hot, don’t you, bitch?” the brunette spat, feeling the soft touch of her nemesis’ golden hair against her reddened cheeks. “I bet you think your body is better than mine…”

“I don’t know, whore,” Erika replied in a defiant tone. The heavy smell of Melike’s perfume flooded her nose, both arousing and irritating her at the same time. “You’re feeling my ass, my legs against yours, so you should already know the answer.”

“You’re feeling me too, slut, so the answer should be obvious.”

It was the first time they spoke to each other outside of class, and no one used words that sought to calm the situation between them. Facing the double challenge, the women tightened their gluteal and leg muscles to rub their virtues with greater vigor and rage, in a desperate but futile attempt to make the other proud beauty admit her physical inferiority. The latex skirts squeaked under the music, squeezing against each other, dragging each other upward, the thick, delicious thighs of the enemies increasingly exposed.

“Be honest, Melike: what do you think of this?” The blonde’s words were accompanied by a particularly vicious buttocks blow, so powerful that the brunette almost lost her balance on her black high heels.

“I think it’s trash,” Melike growled. As a woman who never backed down from any confrontation, much less from her hated mortal enemy, she responded with her own thump: her ass hit Erika’s derriere with dirty impetus, with an energy born of animosity that almost knocked the Swedish female down.

“Bitch,” the blonde muttered.

“Bitch,” the brunette repeated.

For a few intense seconds, the beautiful young women shook their butts together, banging them cheeks against cheeks in a test of strength that no one concealed under the guise of a dance. However, the attention they began to raise around them caused the girls desist from their plan to bring down the opponent, returning to the slower but equally fiery duel of erosive rubbing.

“If we weren’t surrounded by people…” Erika’s threat sounded raw, terribly sincere.

On the other side, Melike felt both bodies shaking at all the ramifications of the other’s words.

“What, Erika? What would happen?” she called out.

The Swede turned her face a little more, and the Turk continued the game doing the same. The thick lips of the adversaries now almost brushed against each other, their warm, alcohol-filled breaths mingling each other in the thin space between their attractive mouths.

“What do you think, cunt?” the blonde asked. The two women were provoking each other, hoping that the rival would shape the thoughts of both, that the other beauty would say in words what they wanted. “What do you think would happen if we were alone?”

“You tell me, tramp.” Melike could feel Erika’s spittle fall on her lips every time her rival spoke in anger, and she knew that her own fury was also forcing saliva on the Swede’s mouth. “I dare you to say it, Nordic whore.”

“I dare you to say it, Turkish tramp.”

The asses intensified their fight for space, as legs and arms intertwined more and more together in an increasingly chaotic dance. In the torsos of the beauties, the sweaty tits bounced in a neckline that began to be surpassed by the increasing swelling of the females’ virtues. The heat on the dance floor reached an almost unbearable temperature, but not even this discomfort stopped the warriors: their sharp nails now closed on the antagonist’s delicate thighs, scratching them like angry cats.

“Oh, fuck! You whore!” they howled in unison, sinking their claws deeper into the other flesh. The eyes widened, announcing tears to come, but even so, both kept the fight under the masquerade of a dance.

“You’re a goddamn sow, Erika!” the Turk’s verbal attack joined the assault on the blonde’s thighs.

“And you’re a bitch who’s getting into a fight from which you’re gonna come off badly, Melike!” the Swede exclaimed, returning each scratch with her own nails, matching intensity with intensity.

“It would take an army of blondes as stupid as you to get a single chance against me!”

“No brunette can compete with a blonde, let alone a weakling like you!”

Through the cheeks that were crushing together, each one felt the first tears running down the other woman’s beautiful face. Knowing that they were really hurting the person they hated the most in the world encouraged them to go further, so with impeccable compenetration, they both slipped their claws between their fighting butts, filling their hands with the firm, sensual flesh they found. The first squeeze forced a long moan through the voluptuous lips of the rivals, and the second a furious grunt. The third provoked a wave of insults: ‘smug bitch’, ‘cheap whore’, ‘flabby ass’, ‘weak legs’. Nothing was dirty enough for the girls’ mouths, but the offenses were soon silenced by the painful gasps that both breathed under the cruel profanation of their sexy derrieres.

For what seemed like an eternity, the belligerent dance continued on the nightclub, the red-painted nails lacerating through the latex, the skirts getting higher and higher into a threat to expose the hostile buns. The women’s heartbeats accelerated at the simple thought that, in the end, the cloth would no longer cover the flesh, turning the competition into a skirmish between naked flesh.

That was more than they could bear. Pushing mutually with their asses, Melike and Erika separated from each other. Turning around, waving their long hair in the air with femininity, they faced each other in the middle of the dance floor, their eyes burning with a hatred they had never thought it was possible to feel. With her thighs and buttocks throbbing from the hot cuts she had just received, Melike wanted to jump on Erika and use her claws again, this time on the pretty, smug face that dared to confront her under the flickering lights. Of course, the brunette had just realized that her nails were sharp enough to cause irreversible damage to the attractive features of the rival beauty, but she knew she’d suffer the same fate if they both got into that evil cat game. Despite her tough-girl attitude, despite the warlike nature she always boasted about, the Turkish woman had never been in a real fight. Although her animal instincts incited her to attack without thinking about the consequences, she felt restrained by chains forged in the fear of the unknown and the lack of privacy.

In front of her, Erika had similar thoughts: her desire to fight was refuted by a sense of self-preservation that she had never felt before in her life. Although she had never come to blows with anyone else, the blonde had always thought that, when the time came, nothing would stop her. However, now that she had the opportunity to resolve her differences with her hated nemesis, she was unable to take the final step.

But the dance wasn’t over yet. Somehow, as their minds were tormented by doubts, their bodies decided to take control, ignoring any rational thinking. In the middle of an increasingly crowded dance floor, brunette and blonde managed to open up enough space to create a kind of combat arena for themselves, always staring at the other female. Moving in circles like rival satellites, they shook their breasts in defiance as they swayed their hips in a poisonous female dance.

The gravity each exerted on the rival ended up bringing their bodies almost together. The wide necklines were just centimeters away from touching each other, showing that they weren’t yet ready to test their sensitive attributes. Their long legs, on the other hand, had already experienced the taste of struggle, so they became entangled like hungry snakes again. The skirts began to rub together face to face, pelvis to pelvis, forcing a long moan from between the juicy lips of the college girls.

Then Melike raised her right hand. Moving her in front of Erika’s handsome sweaty face, she bragged about nails that the Swedish woman knew well.

“Do you think your nails scare me?” As the blonde spoke, every scratch on her body beat with a life of its own.

“No,” the brunette denied. “I think you’re afraid of my whole body…”

Erika’s response came in the form of more scratches: her fingers fell quickly on her nemesis’ butt, grabbing it like a lover would do but lacering it like a bellicose Valkyrie. Melike spat out her pain with a sharp exhalation that impregnated the Swede’s face with a hot and moist breath.

“Bitch!” Melike’s insult didn’t come alone. Erika immediately felt the other woman’s eager hands on her ass, squeezing and scratching it with a passion that only hatred between females could breed.

“You whore!” the blue-eyed girl replied, squeezing Melike’s derriere even harder.

Music, sweat, pain, perfume, rancor and beauty. The cocktail was explosive, with the two most exuberant women on campus engaged in the most fiery and competitive dance possible. The flexible but firm flesh of their asses was roughly vandalized by cruel crimson nails, nails that demanded as tribute an anguished groan, an outraged gasp, an irritated grunt, tears that were already falling down the face that both rivals most condemned to see every day.

“That’s right, slut!” Melike snorted. “Cry for me!”

“You’re the one who’s crying, tramp!” Erika cried out.

They could no longer insult each other, as a strong and mutual squeeze forced them to bite their lips to drown the howl that ran up their throats. As outstanding learners, both read every gesture, heard every exhalation to understand what made the other woman suffer more, reinforcing these attacks to the detriment of less effective ones. The women also learned from their own suffering, applying each lesson in vengeful aggressions that followed a basic logic: ‘If it hurts me, it will hurt her’.

Quickly experts in buttock laceration, Erika and Melike crushed their pelvises together in a desperate attempt to keep up the appearance that they were just immersed in a tremendously sexy dance. However, more and more eyes were being drawn to them. Even although the flickering lights helped to hide what was really going on, the simple sight of two stunning beauties rubbing wildly their pelvises together was enough to make them the center of attention. So, for the first time, the girls were aware of the outside world, aware of all the interest they had aroused.

Uncomfortable, the young women separated abruptly, almost violently, with a pelvic blow. Erika’s eyes flashed with rage, locking with Melike’s, the brunette’s amber gems equally overwhelmed by anger. Then the blonde turned around and started pushing the other dancers to make their way, not without one last, defiant look at the Turk over her shoulder.

Come and get me, cunt, the blonde thought, moving aggressively through sweaty bodies. Right behind her, a few steps away, she could sense her rival, stalking her like a predator on heels. Erika took a breath of air, preparing mentally for the next phase of her confrontation. Nothing had been resolved after the sensual and dangerous dance; quite the contrary: every throbbing scratch on her body was an incitement to retaliation, and so must Melike have been feeling it at that very moment too.

Everything had changed, and there was no turning back.

Chapter 4

Atomic Bombs

About To Explode

Walking behind her bitter enemy, Melike’s body was shaking. The raw emotion for the long-awaited confrontation, the hot anger that could barely be controlled, the painful frustration for the unfinished business—too many emotions to mix with a temperament as competitive and as hot as the Turk’s.

The amber eyes of the brunette beauty could not turn away from the other girl’s back. Trembling, they moved along Erika’s butt and thighs, eagerly searching for the marks she had left on her rival’s skin. Unfortunately for her, the chaotic lights of the nightclub didn’t allow her to admire her work, but at least she could be happy to watch Erika readjusting her short latex skirt with undeniable discomfort. I hope you’re as sore as I am, cunt, she wished, feeling the sting of every wound the blonde had left on her body. Never in her life had she felt so violated as at that moment, knowing she was marked by her hated nemesis.

Instinctively, the two beauties reached a corner of the bar, where the lights seemed less bright, where no one was around. Surprisingly alone in the crowded nightclub, Erika and Melike sat down on adjoining stools. With a gesture, they caught the attention of a waiter.

“The strongest drink you’ve got,” Melike said.

“The same for me,” Erika added.

As the man walked away to prepare their drinks, the young women exchanged long glances of envy and hatred. Somehow, this intensified the pain of the irritating scratches on her lovely legs, so the two females crossed them before the other beauty to hide their combat wounds.

“I don’t know what kind of sick game you think you’re playing,” Erika hissed like a cobra about to attack. “But I assure you that if you keep pushing me…”

“What?” Melike interrupted with her own resentful hiss. “What are you gonna do if I…?

“You don’t want to know,” the Swede grunted.

Before the brunette could answer, the waiter arrived with the drinks. Melike gripped her glass hard but, feeling that if she continued to canalize her rage through the glass she would eventually break it, she relaxed her fingers. Then she took a long gulp.

“This is no longer a game, bitch,” Melike whispered as soon as the waiter moved away. “It’s a problem you won’t be able to handle…”

Now it was Erika who squeezed her glass, eager to throw its contents at her enemy. However, she controlled herself by taking a long gulp, the ardor of alcohol helping to harden her nerves.

“You’ll be the one who can’t handle it if you don’t keep your dirty nails away from my ass and my legs, whore,” she spat out.

Instinctively, the women looked down at the other long legs. From the feet in high heels to the thighs that the skirts could barely cover, their beautiful limbs glowed under a sweat that mixed the perspiration of both girls. The thighs still burned from the traded scratches, but they resisted caressing their wounds in front of the rival.

“What if I don’t keep my nails away from your cheap body?” the Turk asked, taking another drink and leaning slightly forward to stare at her nemesis’ face. Before her, Erika’s blue eyes flashed with danger.

“Well, you haughty brunette,” the blonde deliberately mumbled slowly after flooding her throat with alcohol again. “In that case, I cannot be responsible for what happens to you.”

Half smiles of arrogance shone on the ominous faces of the college girls. Then they looked down again, this time at the other dark skirts. Under the latex, between the thighs, something throbbed, something intense that both could feel in themselves, but also in the other woman. In the course of the brief but intense dance on the floor, both had discovered how athletic and firm the other body really was beneath the sensual female curves. The revelation had consolidated their physical and sexual rivalry, fortifying the mutual hatred with such intense envy that no one felt able to contain it any longer.

“Are you looking for a catfight?” they asked each other at the same time, again looking into each other’s eyes, giving free rein to their deepest desires. The fire that inflamed their crotches erupted because of the mutual question; the adversaries moved restlessly on the stools, sitting on a pair of panties that, wet with a layer of sweat and something else, began to bother them.

Getting carried away by their hatred, Erika and Melike dragged their stools forward, placing themselves within range of the other beauty. As if they were playing cat and mouse, both slowly brought their legs together, chasing each other, rubbing each other mockingly. The heated nightclub air became suffocating around the rivals as the coeds kept looking at each other intently.

“Answer me, cunt,” Melike ordered.  In response, Erika moved her fingers along the bar like a threatening spider, until her red nails rested on the brunette’s hand. A second later, Melike felt the soft sting of the blonde’s claws on her skin.

“What do you think, you tramp?” Erika muttered, dragging her fingernails through the back of the other girl’s hand with deliberate calm.

With a gesture of contained hatred in her beautiful face, the Turk turned her hand, nailing her own painted nails into the palm of the hostile Swede.

“I think it’s about time to find out what kind of woman you really are, you blondie…” Melike’s whisper sounded hungry.

“I’m the kind of woman who can handle your pathetic body in any fucking situation, girl,” Erika replied with the same appetite.

The fingernails scratched each other, while the legs continued groping together. With the free hand, each girl took the glass to her mouth in search of liquid courage. At that point, their bodies seemed like living springs as there was nothing the women wanted more than to jump on the other female and resolve their bitter differences. However, they were aware that a public fight would be nothing more than a tremendous mistake: the other people would separate them before their problems were resolved and, worse still, the scandal could kick them out of Princeton.

When the waiter approached them again, both subtly pulled their nails away from each other and, finishing their drinks with one last sip, they ordered another one. Melike and Erika knew that that Friday night was a turning point in their toxic two-week relationship, and they wanted to make sure they had enough alcohol in their veins to be able to release their inner animals when they needed them most.

Then, the girls focused on the other cleavage: their wet, swollen breasts looked more impressive than ever. Erika didn’t need to look down to notice that her tits went up and down heavily on her torso, exhibiting an excited anxiety that she couldn’t hide. Luckily, her rival’s boobs were also enthusiastically shaken under her top, letting the blonde know that Melike felt as physically and mentally stimulated as she was. The days filled with hostility and verbal warfare had ended up creating a rivalry so deep, intense and incomparable that both beauties saw themselves as atomic bombs about to explode.

Immediately, the desire to engage body to body with the other beauty—in a fierce fight without rules or in any kind of confrontation that the adversary could think of—turned into a hot agony. The tension that the women felt in their crotches became intolerable and, unable to speak a word, they both drank desperately to try to extinguish the scorching, irregular gasps that their mouths exhaled. The opponents knew that the resolution couldn’t be delayed any longer, and their angry eyes locked each other in the umpteenth exchange of hatred and jealousy, of fire and poison.

“Just wait for me to catch you alone, you sow,” Melike grunted through painfully clenched teeth. “When I do, I’m gonna tear you apart.”

“If you and I were alone, with no one around, it would be me who would destroy you, whore.” The Swedish woman’s voice came accompanied by an angry hiss.

The brunette mumbled something unintelligible, something between an insult and a curse. A wave of absolute hatred ran through her body from top to bottom, encouraging her to do something crazy: she couldn’t start a fight in front of everyone, but spoiling the beautiful outfit of the woman she hated most in the world seemed like a tempting option. With a quick movement of her hand, the Turk threw what was left of her drink onto Erika’s top; the alcohol burst into the lycra, staining its whiteness before falling onto the latex skirt. Opening her mouth with a small, high-pitched scream of surprise, the blonde took just a couple of seconds to react; her fingers closed around her glass before, with a raging groan, the girl threw the liquor over Melike’s white top. The brunette exhaled her own stupefaction through a short howl, drips of alcohol smearing her top and skirt.

Just a heartbeat later, self-control broke out in pieces. The chains of logic had kept the young women tied to their seats, but now they were breaking under the impetus of hatred. Jumping off their stools, blonde and brunette raised their claws like lionesses about to devour a desired prey…

But, showing the worst possible timing, Emma and Maddy appeared on the scene in that precise and tense moment.

“Well, here you are,” Maddy said, visibly affected by the alcohol. Beside her, Emma smiled, so drunk she could barely speak. Momentarily paralyzed, Melike and Erika they looked at their friends, and then at the rest of the nightclub, afraid they’d been caught about to fight. Luckily, people kept dancing, chatting, drinking and flirting, and even the redheads didn’t seem to have noticed what it was about to happen. Fear and shame faded away, but the rage that had pushed them into the aborted physical clash kept throbbing in their bodies, right under their skin. The irresistible urge to sink her hands into Erika’s blonde mane was still beating in Melike and, from what she could see on the Swede’s angry face, she wasn’t the only one still wanting to do it.

So close, the brunette thought, moving her agitated fingers. I just have to take one step and…

She’s right there, the blonde mused, opening and closing her hands in a preview of her desires. One step, and she’ll be mine…

However, reason took back the girls’ reins, letting them know that it wasn’t the time, nor ever had been: a rivalry like the one that united the two beauties could only be resolved in private, because only then could their bodies compete to the ultimate consequences, without interruptions or distractions.

Once they knew that the other woman wasn’t going to give way to the resentment, both sat back down on the stools, swallowing saliva and poison at the same time. However, it was impossible for them to relax: their muscles had been called to war, and now they didn’t want to demobilize. The coeds’ arms and legs remained tense, stress exerting a powerful pressure on their swollen busts, on their increasingly wet crotches.

Cautiously and reluctantly, Erika and Melike ended up turning their eyes away from each other and trying to appear normal as they talked to their friends. The awkward conversation lasted for ten minutes, until the nightclub lights came on to let people know it was closing time.

“How about we end the night at my place?” Emma said, throwing a conspiratorial look at Maddy that neither Erika nor Melike could read.

“Good idea!” Maddy smiled, making it obvious they were up to something. Actually, both the blonde and the brunette felt tired after a long night full of competition…but it was that same competition that pushed them to accept the invitation of their friends.

Chapter 5

The Fruits

From The Last Harvest

When the girls went out, the night was already reaching its end. A slight clarity was beginning to appear in the west, waking the city…and revealing some of the after-hours club’s secrets…

“What happened to you?” Emma asked with a drunken giggle. Melike and Erika looked at their wet tops and skirts, forcing a gesture that wanted to play the situation down.

“A little accident,” they said in unison. The cloned response made them exchange a quick, hateful look.

“Well, maybe it won’t be the only accident we’ll see today,” Maddy whispered mysteriously, just before she and Emma burst out laughing. The rivals saw their redhead busty friends leave them behind, walking a few steps ahead of them, leaning on each other; from time to time, they looked back at them, above their shoulders, and smiled nervously.

“What the hell is wrong with them?” Melike muttered to herself. Beside her, Erika growled.

“The only thing that matters is what’s going to happen between you and me, bitch,” she whispered, with a malicious flash in her eyes. “And I can tell you know that it won’t be good for you or your body.”

“It’s your body the one that should worry you, slut,” the Turk replied with a hateful gesture. “If you know what’s good for you, you wouldn’t have looked for me on the dance floor.”

“You should follow your own advice.”

The beauties stiffened, their bodies again ready to jump against each other. Following their friends from a distance, they looked at each alley as an opportunity.

But then…what? the blonde thought. Our friends would look for us. And even if they didn’t find us, it’s already daylight. Anyone could see us.

Walking almost shoulder to shoulder with her, her Turkish foe was immersed in the same kind of thoughts. Soon the streets will be filled with people, Melike cursed. The night has been too short, shit!

And yet, the young women were still thinking about the fight they both longed for. Without disguise, they observed the other body, analyzing it from top to bottom as they had been doing since the first day they met. This time, however, they didn’t measure the rival curves, they didn’t measure the sensuality and attractiveness that the other woman exuded: each one evaluated the strength of the opponent’s body, comparing each other muscle to muscle.

How strong are you for real, Melike? the Swede ruminated.

Are you as tough as you think you are, Erika? the Turk thought.

They both noticed the thin but toned arms of the enemy, and wished to face each other in a test of strength. Further down, her legs showed their dangerousness with each step, tightening her powerful musculature in a warning that each woman took as a challenge. A burning frustration dominated the girls, knowing that they still couldn’t answer any of their questions. However, a single glance was enough for both of them to know that, no matter what the cost, they would end up in a struggle where their bodies would give everything they had in search of victory.

The city had already awakened when they arrived at Emma’s house, with the sound of traffic mixing with the murmur of the early risers’ conversations. Emma took the key out of her handbag and, with a naughty smile on her face, opened the door.

“Come in, my darlings.”

Maddy laughed out loud, wiggling her way into the house. Emma took the opportunity to slap her friend’s ass, and they both laughed again. Surprised by all that was happening, Melike and Erika followed the other girls, bumping hip to hip as they crossed the threshold of the entrance.

“Careful,” they whispered at once, looking at each other in defiance.

“Wow, wow! Catfight!” Maddy joked, making the two rivals blush.

“That’s sexy!” Emma closed the door, licking her lips. “In fact, that wasn’t the only sexy thing tonight…”

Then something unexpected happened: without warning, Emma leapt on Erika and, before the blonde could react, her friend’s mouth closed on hers. Erika opened her eyes, surprised by the passion of her kiss. A few steps away, Melike breathed a gasp, surprised at the unimaginable scene, but she never uttered a word, as Maddy sealed her lips with her own kiss. The two beauties couldn’t believe it, but the truth is that they were reaping what they had sown on the dance floor, when they had used their friends to annoy their rival, to brag about sensuality. Now, those body to body rubbings had their consequences: the lesbian side of Emma and Maddy had been awakened, and the girls wanted to go further. Their tongues penetrated the mouths of Erika and Melike, licking every nook and cranny between gasps of passion.

Swede and Turk’s bewilderment gradually broke down to make way for the competitive sexual tension that always floated around the enemies. Across the room, blonde and brunette looked at each other with hostility, daring each other without words to follow the path open before them, to brag about not being afraid of the unknown, to show off which of them was the hottest girl. Their hands fell on the asses of her unexpected lovers, and their tongues achieved the balance of the kiss; soon, Maddy and Emma were panting with pleasure, trembling under the carnal assault of their foreign friends. 

And yet neither Melike nor Erika were focused on the women in their arms. With their eyes open, they watched the competitor giving pleasure, kissing and handling, seducing and conquering. The beauties contemplated, analyzed, compared, as their bodies began to burn, partly from the fiery kiss, partly from the dirty excitement of seeing the antagonist in action. They both had to admit that sometimes, during some sleepless nights, they had wondered if the other girl would be as good a lover as she seemed to believe with those femme fatale gazes she threw at the other students, with that ass wiggling around campus. Now, they could see the answer to just a few feet of them, and what they witnessed set off the alarms of their bodies, with jealousy flooding their hearts, their heads and their increasingly wet crotches.

Trying to beat the enemy in the unforeseen competition, the sexy women squeezed their friends’ butts tightly, pushing their pelvises forward, putting their right legs between the other legs so that Emma and Maddy could ride their thick, stimulating thighs. Emma moaned with pleasure under the kiss of the blonde, shaking against Erika’s smug body while Maddy gasped heavily into Melike’s mouth, overwhelmed by the hot friction of the Turk’s proud body.

The rivals’ eyes were still wide open as they rubbed their boobs against inferior tits, as they kissed second-rate lips, as they kneaded buttocks that were neither as firm nor as hot as the ones they had kneaded on the dance floor. With Maddy and Emma increasingly subdued to their feminine charms, the two beauties felt disappointed, as if somehow their friends weren’t worthy of enjoying their superior bodies, their demolishing kisses. Disdainful discharges exploded beneath the close-fitting outfits of the blonde and the brunette, tightening a more and more sweaty skin, while they instinctively looked for the only woman who matched them. Step by step, they went up to each other, pushing her friends back until Maddy’s and Emma’s backs touched. The four women formed a kind of sexual sandwich, with Erika and Melike cornering the other girls between their bodies. Now watching each other at point-blank range, both of them accentuated every movement of their lips and tongues in an exhibition that was intended to impress and intimidate the other college girl, but that only managed to accelerate their pounding heartbeats and accentuate the moisture that soaked their panties.

You think you’re fucking sexy, tramp? Melike asked mentally, knowing the answer.

I’m sure you think you’re hotter than me, hooker, Erika deduced with identical rage.

Just a few seconds later, getting carried away by jealousy, the alpha females ended up raising a hand to sink it into the long hair of the antagonist. A hard hair pull was answered by an equally hard hair pull, and the beauties found themselves at a crossroads again. They wanted to fight, right there and right now, regardless of the presence of their friends.

Even better, let there be witnesses to what I’m going to do to her body, the Turk cried, beating Maddy’s tongue with her own as she pulled Erika’s golden hair again. The Swede returned the pull, as eager to physically consummate her rivalry with the brunette as Melike herself.

If you want to fight in front of them, go ahead, the blonde challenged in her thought, raping Emma’s mouth with the passion that was born of hatred for her dark-haired nemesis.

A couple more hair tugs, and the girls felt ready to push their friends aside and finish what they had started on the dance floor. However, again at the worst possible moment, Maddy escaped Melike’s suffocating fleshy lips to push her away from Erika with the power of the promise of sex.

“Let’s go to Emma’s sister’s bedroom,” Maddy said in a voice broken by the excitement. “She’s out of town, so we can enjoy it as long as we want…”

On the other side, Emma also got rid of Erika’s powerful kiss. Almost out of breath, the young woman grabbed the blonde by the hand, starting to pull her into her own room.

“You’re coming with me, sweetheart,” Emma ordered to her friend, shivering with the sexual excitement of the moment. “It’s time to use my new mattress for the first time…”

Erika’s blue eyes crossed with Melike’s amber eyes at that decisive moment. Throughout the night, both coeds had ridden on the perverse pleasure that the undeniable and hostile sexual tension between them exuded, but it was now, in the surprising aftermath of an unpredictable night, that they had to decide whether to take the reins of the dangerous ride or whether, on the contrary, to back off at the last moment. The decision, however, was made immediately: as soon as they saw the kind of sparkle shining in the other gaze, both knew what they had to do.

“Come on, girl! It’s time to show these bitches how real women dance.” Erika imitated the words Melike had used hours earlier to challenge her, but she emphasized the last word so that the metaphor would not go unnoticed by the brunette.

“Sweetheart, we’re the ones who’ll show these bitches who the real dancing queens are.” The Turk also returned the message that the blonde had spit in the nightclub, closing the vicious circle. 

For a few tense seconds, and despite the indomitable sexual hunger of their friends, Melike and Erika stood still, staring at each other. A very, very crazy idea crossed their minds: What if…? Their eyes drifted to the large sofa in the living room, to the carpet that covered the floor. What if…? But, in the end, none dared to suggest that the four of them fuck right there, next to each other. Neither the curiosity to see the naked body of the rival nor the competitive desire to show who was the best lover could overcome that last barrier.

With one last exchange of hateful looks, brunette and blonde turned their backs to each other, disappearing from the sight of their adversary, but not from their thoughts…

***

The sound of each thrust pierced Erika’s brain. The rhythmic, incessant pumping coming from the next room was a provocation, but also a bitter penance; every time she heard a burning feminine gasp or a high-pitched, pleasure-filled scream, the blonde was painfully aware of how hard Melike was fucking Maddy. Full of sweat, Erika rode Emma like a savage, rubbing her nakedness against an exhausted woman after several orgasms.

“Come on, we’re not done yet,” the Swede gasped, not knowing if she was speaking to her lover or the enemy on the other side of the wall. Underneath her body, Emma tried to keep up with her, in vain.

“I don’t know if I can fuck more, Erika…”

The blonde’s response was a passionate kiss, a kiss so hot and lustful that Emma’s body was once again filled with sexual energy. Hardened from top to bottom, the girls hugged each other; half a minute later, two naked figures were sweating, panting and pumping urgently on the abused mattress…

***

Almost out of breath, Maddy fell backwards on the bed. Her naked body trembled under the convulsions of orgasm that closed a long chain of powerful culminations. The woman bit her lower lip in ecstasy as Melike continued to move her hips above her, rubbing her sex against hers.

“Come on, there’s still a lot to do,” she snarled, hearing how, in the next bedroom, the flesh was bumping into the flesh. Emma’s groans and screams reached her ears, disturbing her, harassing her, filling her heart with resentment and competition.

Aware that stopping before her nemesis would be humiliating, the Turkish woman knew she had to revitalize her exhausted friend as soon as possible. With Erika’s inexhaustible pumping rumbling through the walls and invading her ears, Melike grabbed Maddy’s nipples, squeezing them in a perfect combination of pleasure and pain. Her lover groaned beneath her, shaking at first, to finally react to the stimulation and, raising her head, kissing the thick lips of the dark-haired beauty. On an increasingly battered bed, the two bodies wrapped around each other, sharing sweat, delirium and sex…

***

Every gasp, every grunt, every scream of Maddy’s that pierced the wall was like a whip against Erika’s bare light skin. Knowing that stopping now would be synonymous with defeat, the blonde gritted her teeth while maintaining her pumping rhythm. Underneath her, Emma was breathing heavily, at the limit of her strength, but Erika managed, for now, to keep her body alive: her tongue licked the sweat that covered her friend’s breasts, just before she gently nibbled on nipples that, under the blonde’s teeth, became hard again.

But Emma wasn’t the only one who was getting exhausted on the bed: the first cramps burst into Erika’s muscles, announcing a collapse that the beautiful girl hoped would delay as long as possible. Luckily, her whole body was vibrating with sexual electricity; without giving up a single orgasm, the female used the accumulated energy to accelerate her hips, pushing Emma against the noisy mattress and forcing a new climax on a lover overcome by the curves and passion of the blonde…

***

With an irritated groan, Melike cursed the collapse that was beginning to threaten her body as, on the other side of the wall, she heard Erika giving Emma the fuck of her life. Now sitting on top of Maddy, the sweat of her face and her bare tits fell on her weary friend, who whimpered with every movement of the brunette’s hips.

Knowing that releasing her first orgasm could send her far beyond what her will and physique could bear, Melike closed her eyes to concentrate on Maddy’s crotch, grinding against her pussy hair to pussy hair, Venus mound to Venus mound, labia to labia, just before she bent down to lick her friend’s neck. Maddy trembled, turning her face to meet the Turk’s tongue assaulting the inside of her mouth. With a long howl, the dominated female burst into another orgasm.

“Fuck,” Maddy murmured against Melike’s full lips, feeling the brunette’s fingers sink into her wet cunt…

***

“My God…” Emma opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water while her Swedish friend’s skillful fingers violated her hot but exhausted vagina without mercy. “Erika, I can’t take any more…”

“A little more…” the blonde gasped with her last strength “Just a little more…” In the next room, the sexual echoes had been reduced to a few tired groans and occasional screams, but they had not stopped. Melike kept fucking Maddy, and Erika knew she had to keep fucking Emma in order not to be overtaken by her bitter rival…

***

“Hold on one more minute…” Melike whispered, halfway between a plea and an order, as she kept jerking off the other girl with her fingers. “Just one more minute…” Feeling each tremor, each palpitation in Maddy’s cunt, the brunette sharpened her ear: she could still hear Emma’s gasping, even as the heated exhalations reached her eardrums with hardly any strength. Worse still, from time to time, Emma howled for pleasure, letting her know that Erika was still fucking her.

“Melike…I don’t think I can go on,” Maddy confessed.

“One more minute…” the Turkish beauty insisted, unable to accept that her Swedish enemy could overcome her in a contest like that…

Chapter 6

The Drums

On An Exceptional War

Melike woke up with a soft grunt, finding herself on top of Maddy’s body, nudity over nudity. For a few confusing seconds, with the mist of sleep still owned her head, the Turk wondered what the hell was going on there, what the hell she was doing in bed with her friend. However, the memory of everything that had happened during the last few hours didn’t take long to strike her mind: the work in the pub, the unexpected arrival of Erika, the crazy dancing in the nightclub, the fight that almost broke out with her blonde rival and, above all, the competitive sex marathon that had ended up draining her so much that she was unable to bring to mind what had happened during her last minutes of consciousness.

“Shit…” she cursed, separating her sticky body from Maddy. Her friend was sleeping deeply, but she still gave out a slight whimper as she felt the young girls’ wet skins peel off like two stickers torn off from each other. “Have I lost?” the brunette asked herself, getting out of bed and picking up her clothes. “That blonde bitch has outlasted me?”

Slowly, the amber-eyed beauty was getting dressed up, all the while thinking about how she would face Erika once she left the room. If she hates me as much as I hate her, and I’m sure she does, she’ll be waiting for me to rub her victory in my face, she thought angrily. I would do the same… Covered again by her dark skirt and white top, Melike grabbed her heels and, barefoot, went out quietly. No one was waiting for her in the living room. Is she gone already?

Then the door of Emma’s bedroom opened and, to the surprise of Melike, her Swedish rival emerged from the room, dressed in her own latex skirt and lycra top, and also holding both heels in her hands. The brunette swallowed as her body tightened in anticipation of what she knew would be a new confrontation. It could not be otherwise, because she would not let the blonde brag without consequences. However, Erika didn’t boast of any victory, she didn’t boast of sexual endurance or love skills: she simply faced her brunette rival with a doubtful, expectant look.

Melike took a few seconds to realize it and, from what she saw in Erika’s blue eyes, her foe came to the same conclusion, at the same time: no one was claiming anything, because no one knew if they could do it. The night had been long, just like the early hours of the morning; so long that both beauties had ended up so exhausted that they had lost consciousness at some point. Knowing who had fallen unconscious first was simply impossible.

Instinctively, the women began to walk in circles, one around the other, as their hypersensitive skins bristled. Silence fell on them, isolating the good-looking opponents from the noise coming from the street, from the breaths of their sleeping friends, the blonde and the burnette didn’t even hear the heels fall on the carpet when they both threw them aside.

“I would ask you if you had a good time, Melike,” the Swede started, with an arrogant smile on her pretty face. “But from the way you were yelling, I think I know the answer.”

“You didn’t hear a single yell of mine, Erika.” The Turk’s reply was also accompanied by a smug smile. “All you heard were Maddy’s howls of pleasure…which, I have to say, fit very well with yours.”

“The only one you heard screaming was Emma. And we can’t blame her, because she’s had the best fuck of her life.”

“I don’t think it was that good, girl.”

“Better than you could ever do.”

After the mutual provocations, both beauties lowered their sights to the other body, analyzing it as they had so many times done, but this time under a different prism. The voluptuousness of the other tits, the strength of the other hips, the silkiness of the other legs—each woman wondered what it would feel like to experience such qualities, what reactions these virtues would arouse in their own sensitive flesh. The memory of the ass war on the dance floor flooded Melike’s and Erika’s thoughts, with the energy shown by the other derriere making them both wonder how much sexual power their rival was able to unleash.

“If you really think you fuck better than me, you better wake up Maddy and ask her,” the Turk said.

“You wake up Emma and ask her how a real woman fucks,” the Swede replied. “Or are you afraid of the answer?”

“She wouldn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know.” Melike licked her lips, and Erika found herself instinctively doing the same.

“That I’m better than you?”

“No, that she had the wrong sex partner.”

“Fuck you, Melike,” the blonde spat.

“Fuck you, Erika,” the brunette exhaled.

The eyes of the foreigner hotties then took the floor, with the Swede’s sapphires competing with the Turk’s ambers. The latest threats were opening up an unknown path before them, a path opened slash after slash in a jungle where neither of the two beauties thought she would ever be. During the discussion, the two coeds had approached each other unconsciously, with their bare feet stopping just one and a half meter from the antagonist. One step, just one step of any of them would be considered an act of war, with all the consequences.

Erika’s tongue licked her lips again, this time in nervous slowness. On the other side, Melike’s tongue did the same, languidly and anxiously. With their dilated pupils descending on the other fleshy lips, a transcendental doubt ran through the girls’ heads: yes, they were one step away from initiating hostilities, but…what kind of hostilities?

The muscles tightened in unison, calling out to the weapons and ordering the curvaceous bodies to move. Hands began to rise, ready for any eventuality. The mouths opened, ready to growl their eternal hatred…

…and they intertwined in a hot, hungry, jealous kiss. Hands sank into the other mane and pulled hard in search of control as Princeton’s sexiest bodies clashed together, with an aggressiveness contained for too many hours, too many days and weeks. Erika felt Melike’s chest pressed firmly against hers as the brunette’s teeth bit into her thick lower lip, and she responded with the same intensity, pushing her plump boobs against the Turk’s pair, nailing her teeth into her voluminous rival’s mouth, feeling the woman she hated most in the world against her like there was no tomorrow.

Staggering in the center of the room, the females unleashed everything they had been accumulating for two weeks, throwing resentment, jealousy and enmity into a form of confrontation that none expected. Every night, blonde and brunette had fantasized about slapping her nemesis’ beautiful face, pulling her silky hair and beating her belly until she was out of breath. However, when they finally had the chance to make such dreams come true, they were kissing each other. Certainly, there was no love between their mouths, as their snow-white teeth marked the territory with fierce bites, as their full lips rubbed together with intensity and animosity. But there was something else there, something that had been growing inside the two young women since their eyes met in class for the first time, something that had been watered in abundance during the last night.

Lust! Erika shouted inside her head, giving a name to the sensation. A burst of guilty pleasure ran through her body from top to bottom, forcing her to leave Melike’s hair to hug her archenemy and bring their feminine curves even closer together. The brunette gasped hotly against the blonde’s mouth, her arms wrapping around the Swedish woman’s torso in response as the tongues of the two beauties came into action with mutual soft licks.

“I hate you,” Melike whispered in the middle of the kiss.

“I hate you,” she replied, chewing on the delicious fleshiness of the other girls’ lips. For some strange reason, Erika was excited by Melike’s words of animosity.

“You’re a fucking shitty dyke.” The insult of the Turk came with a lascivious bite that made Erika moan.

“The only dyke here is you.” The sexy mouths massaged together before the teeth resumed their vicious attacks. “You’ve wanted this ever since your gaze first rested on my body.”

“You’ve wanted to taste this brown body ever since you saw me walk into class, and you know it.”

Melike felt her own lips burning, and felt the heat emanating from Erika’s lips. Powerful flames had exploded between the mouths in struggle, spreading through bodies increasingly sweaty and flushed. What the hell are we doing? she wondered, biting and being bitten, their tongues locked together now. However, the brunette knew that, despite her mixed feelings, she was on the right track. After two weeks of suffering Erika boasting of curves, face and sensuality, the blonde’s latest offense against her ability to fuck had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. Destroying her enemy’s body with fists and kicks could wait, because she first wanted to humiliate her with her hot kisses, in a forbidden and secret struggle that only now, when she let herself be carried away by her animal instinct, she was able to understand.

With both beautiful women more and more acclimated to the opponent’s burning lips and slippery tongues, they began to be aware of the suffocating pressure on their breasts. Melike felt Erika’s fat boobs agglutinated against hers with a firmness that she didn’t expect, so she couldn’t help but respond by pushing her big tits against the rival pair to see how long the blonde’s chest could stay hard. Erika gasped, her wet breath overwhelming Melike’s hungry mouth. Immediately, the Turk noticed the dirty payback of her enemy’s bosoms, with the blonde’s weapons pushing against her pair.

“Your tits are shit,” the Swede snarled.

“Yours are small and weak,” the brunette scorned.

“Fuck you, slut.” Erika bit Melike’s lips more vigorously than before. “I have the biggest and strongest tits in this room.”

“Only if I got out of here, you whore.” The Turk’s teeth answered with a raging bite.

Still fighting mouth to mouth, the girls looked down to examine the exciting pile of firm flesh between their fighting breasts. Swelling up over their necklines, their erogenous glands seemed to be about to escape from their imprisonment, but the pressure each woman applied on the antagonist’s tits was enough, for now, to keep the flesh under the tight white tops. From the heights, brunette and blonde watched their boobs fighting for the position, adapting to each other in sensual fluctuations of flesh.

Trading one last bite, the girls finally left the other mouth to focus on the tension that had burst between their breasts.

“Look at your boobies, bitch,” Melike said. “Crushed by superior tits.”

“Do you need glasses, tramp?” Erika grumbled. “Your little ones don’t stop retreating against the tits of a real woman.”

“When I finish with your ugly tits, there will be nothing on your chest.”

“For that, first you would have to have fatter and harder tits, and you don’t have them.”

“Mine are fatter and harder than yours, that’s all I need.”

“Keep dreaming, loser.”

Crushing Melike’s torso between her arms with greater and greater fury and eagerness, Erika brought her beautiful face against the brunette’s attractive face, searching in her amber eyes for any weakness gesture, no matter how small it was. However, Melike’s pupils vibrated before her with a determination and a competitiveness that the blonde knew well, since she was feeling a tenacious and defiant spirit filling her own body with enthusiastic energy.

While their eyes were fighting each other in a duel of stubborn wills, the tenacious erosion war between their boobs intensified as the Turk responded with a tighter hug. Erika couldn’t help groaning in pain but, as soon as she also increased the pressure on the rival torso, Melike joined her suffering with an anguished groan that echoed on the walls of the room. The girls’ seductive breasts squeezed each other like never before, sliding together in a desperate attempt to surpass the firmness of contending flesh, but no chest yielded, which just increased the hatred that each woman felt for the other boobs.

“You’re very proud of your tits, sow,’ the Swede grunted between clenched teeth. “But you had to run home to wear a push-up bra ‘cause you couldn’t compete with mine.”

“Look who’s talking!” the brunette replied with a snort of effort. “As soon as you saw my girls outshining yours, you looked for your own push-up bra to try to be at my level. Something you obviously failed to do!”

Several drips of sweat ran down the faces and bodies of the females as the pain took over their bosoms. Melike could feel Erika’s heavy heartbeat invade her dense flesh through their connected boobs; her own heart answered with feverish beats that jumped to the blonde’s bust, defiantly running through her firm curves. However, Erika’s palpitations weren’t the only thing that penetrated the Turk’s tits as she felt, through the body-hugging tops, something hard, extremely hard, piercing her round, sexy assets. 

“Slut!” The insult sounded bitter, with brunette’s face twisting in an angry gesture as she discovered that those stiff things that were stabbing her tits were her rival’s nipples. In response, Melike repositioned her torso to penetrate Erika’s breasts with her own nipples, her spears throbbing with a stiffness that the Turkish woman had never felt before.

“Bitch!” Erika gasped as she felt stabbed. The female bodies shuddered against each other, raped in unison by the other beauty’s hard shafts. Neither the blonde nor the brunette had ever experienced anything so humiliating, never before had they felt so violated as at that time. For several seconds, they moved their shoulders in rage, looking to make as many stabs as possible in the rival bust through the fabric of the tops…

…until, accidentally, their four nipples collided together.

“Fuck!” they shouted at the same time, shoving each other abruptly and separating for the first time since the hostilities had begun in the room. The two girls grabbed their breasts quickly, massaging them as they felt a kind of electric energy pulsing in their nipples. Watching each other a few steps away, Melike and Erika blinked to wipe away the tears that began to flood their eyes.

“You…” Both opened their mouths, but the sound of a door opening stopped them. Rubbing her eyes, yawning, Maddy came out of the bedroom.

“What happened?” she asked, still dazed from being awakened abruptly. “I heard you two complaining about something…”

“Oh…” Erika said, thinking fast. “Melike was still a little asleep, and…”

“And so was Erika,” the brunette grunted, looking at her rival. “When we were going into the bathroom, she bumped into me…”

“Well, more like bumped into me,” Erika stated, looking back at the other girl. “That’s why you’ve heard her whining…”

“You heard more of her whining than mine…”

“Is something wrong?” Maddy wondered, looking at her friends with suspicious eyes. “You’re acting really weird.”

Before they could say anything, Emma showed up, awakened by the conversation. “How much noise,” the owner of the house grumbled. However, a tired smile shone on her face. Approaching Erika, Emma gently kissed her mouth. The blonde moaned softly, feeling a slight burst of pain running down her bitten lips. 

“Oh, sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s nothing.” Erika stared at her Turkish rival again, furious with herself for revealing that Melike’s teeth had harmed her.

“I also want my reward.” Smiling, Maddy stepped in front of Melike and, without wasting a second, kissed her softly. Like Erika, the brunette breathed a slight gasp of pain, exposing to her nemesis that she had also suffered from the exchange of bites.

“I’m fine,” Melike replied to Maddy’s worried look, before throwing a defiant stare at Erika. “It’s nothing I can’t stand.”

“Well, am I the only one who’s starving?” Emma said. “Maddy, honey, help me make the pancakes.”

Unaware of what was really going on there, the redheads started making breakfast but, to the misfortune of rival beauties, that didn’t mean going back to being alone. Emma’s house had an open-plan kitchen, so their unexpected lovers started cooking in the same room they were in, just a few steps away. So Melike and Erika had to settle for their umpteenth duel of glances, the challenge that flooded the brunette’s amber eyes meeting the provocative glow of the blonde’s blue eyes. The test of dilated pupils dragged on for a few minutes, with Emma and Maddy unaware of the battle of wills going on behind their backs.

I should kiss her right now, crush her tits with mine in front of our friends, Melike thought hotly, the defiant presence of her blonde nemesis burning the blood in her veins.

If I seduced her in front of the redheads with my lips and boobs, then there will be no more doubts, Erika desired, her erogenous zones hardening at the thought.

For the eternity it took Maddy and Emma to make breakfast, the two alpha females on campus wondered why they weren’t continuing their confrontation in front of their friends. They had both released their unknown but latent lesbian side in front of them, so why not show them the true relationship of hatred and envy that united them? But the brunette said nothing, and neither did the blonde: somehow, they felt that the problem they had with the other woman was a private and personal matter. No one had the right to get into it, except the two involved beauties.

“Are you going to the costume party tonight at Alisha’s house?” Emma asked when she and Maddy finally brought the pancakes and juices to the table. “I’m sure it’s going to be a lot of fun.”

“And we’re not working at the pub tonight, Melike, so theres no excuse,” the other redhead added.

The brunette and the blonde exchanged a quick glance. The more chances they had to compare to each other, to compete against each other, the better.

“Will you go, Erika?” Melike said, her voice trying to sound casual.

“It’s quite possible,” the Swede answered. “What about you?”

“I think so, yes.”

“Fantastic!” Maddy smiled. “And after the party, we could come back here and…”

“I can’t,” Erika and Melike said in unison, with a surprising timing.

“Why?” Emma’s disappointment was obvious.

“I won’t be at the party all night,” Melike explained, her eyes locked again with the look of her antagonist in a provocative gesture. “I have an unavoidable matter to deal with.” 

“I also have something to solve as soon as possible,” Erika said, keeping the challenge just below her words. “And I have to do it tonight.”

“Well, maybe another time,” Maddy said, as disappointed as Emma.

For the next few minutes, the four girls ate at the table, satisfying a hunger that only a good sex session could awaken. There were no words: Maddy and Emma felt that their lovers were ignoring them, once their lower instincts had been satisfied. Melike and Erika, for their part, were so focused on keeping an eye on their rival that they had lost interest in any conversation. Both had indirectly challenged each other to meet tonight after the party, alone, and that made their bodies burn.

After breakfast, Maddy called a taxi as silence still surrounded the four young women. The manifest discomfort between them quietly dominating Emma’s home until the girls heard the taxi horn almost ten minutes later, just when the situation had reached the climax of tension.

“Shall we share a cab?” Maddy asked after saying goodbye to Emma with a hug. After the umpteenth exchanged look, Erika and Melike nodded.

Chapter 7

Journey

To The Center Of The Psyche 

The city passed beyond the taxi windows like a ghost without a definite form, an entity alien to the alternative reality that dominated Erika’s thoughts. Sitting behind the cab driver, the Swede was licking her full lips, slowly dragging her tongue to feel every bite that Melike’s white teeth had taken on her mouth. Although fortunately there were no visible wounds, the blonde noticed the burning of the bites under her tongue.

Turning her face, the Swede saw Melike next to her, sitting by the opposite window of the car. Like her, the brunette was using her tongue to check the damage that her lips had suffered under the biting assault of her enemy. Excited by what she saw, Erika wished that the mouth of the Turk felt as sore and sensitive as her own.

Inevitably, the college students’ eyes ended up meeting, and the last few lickings were different: slower, hotter, infinitely more challenging. The crotches throbbed again under that tension that was no longer unknown, as the dilated pupils of the girls fell on the other breasts; the tempting glands peeked out of their necklines as a scorching reminder of what had happened at the end of the fight in Emma’s living room. Immediately, their excited nipples hardened, emphasizing themselves through the white low-cut tops with stiffness and length.

“We’ve arrived at your house, Melike.”

Maddy’s voice brought the couple out of the burning, tense moment. Licking her sore fleshy lips one last time, the brunette opened the taxi door and looked at her blonde foe. Melike’s half-closed amber eyes challenged Erika to get out of the taxi right there, challenged the Swede not to wait for the night and resolve her differences at the brunette’s home at that very moment, if she dared. Looking back defiantly, the Swede grabbed the handle of her door, ready to fulfill the wishes of both beauties.

But, just at that decisive moment, something inside women made them back down. Perhaps they didn’t feel ready to cross any more lines after such a frenzied and reckless night, or perhaps the memory of what had happened between them at Emma’s house, now that things had cooled down, misplaced them to the point where they both needed to rearrange their thoughts before taking the next step.

Melike stepped out of the taxi, forcing herself to smile victoriously over her shoulder in a desperate attempt to stay above her antagonist. Erika also smiled arrogantly and falsely, wanting to show Melike that the brunette was the one running away. A powerful but unwanted sense of relief ran through their female bodies as they saw that the rival was not changing her mind by the last smiling challenge but, at the same time, part of them longed for a gesture or a word from the other female to convince them to resolve their many differences without further delay.

“I hope we can finish our last conversation, Melike.” Pushed by her ego, the Swede couldn’t help but spit out a challenge to the other girl. “The topic was quite interesting…”

“You can count on it, Erika.” From outside the taxi, the brunette leaned towards the blonde to launch the last attack in that secret battle of insinuations. “I don’t like to leave things unfinished…”

Erika looked at Melike’s suggestive cleavage, her bosoms hanging from her torso. Instinctively, the blonde leaned her body forward, flaunting her cleavage and boobs as much as her nemesis. Jealousy flooded both girls’ trembling pupils.

“See you girls at Alisha’s tonight,” Melike finally said, before closing the door, leaving Erika with her dark thoughts in a taxi that kept her away from her greatest longing.

***

Just half an hour later, with the sun trying to peek beyond the curtains of their bedrooms, Melike and Erika were in front of their full-body mirrors, watching the reflection of their figures. Their bodies were still covered by the top and skirt that had had the honor of being their first battle attire at the start of the long-awaited physical hostilities between the two alpha females; physical hostilities that had been insufficient, frustrating, and had ended in the most unexpected way possible. They could still feel it in their accelerated hearts, see it in their swollen curves, taste it on the tips of their tongues, which still retained the rival’s sweetness: both were still connected to the other woman, even now that they were hundreds and hundreds of meters away.

That connection manifested in an almost supernatural way during the following minutes, with the thoughts and actions of the girls paired up. First, Erika and Melike tried to undress in front of the mirror, their bodies crying out for freedom from the close-fitting cloths. But it wasn’t easy: their shaky, clumsy fingers struggled against tops and skirts, the clothes intensely clung to skins soaked in sweat and agitation. It wasn’t until a minute later that they both got rid of the tops; their boobs, squeezed under their push-up bras, appeared before their eyes as reminders of the first psychological battle of the last night, when they had both gone home to rearm themselves against the rival. “Fucking bitch,” they whispered in unison, evoking how the other tits had looked, true spheres of power over the torso of the other beauty.

With hatred flooding their sweaty bodies, the females twisted their plump lips as they decided to free their bosoms from the pressure of the suffocating push-up bras. But the fingers still didn’t respond to their desires, so they both fought with the bra clasps until, filled with rage, they ended up tearing it. Lost in a sea of frustration, Melike and Erika threw the shattered bras on the floor as their mouths opened to scream in despair…but something stopped them.

“Fuck…” they murmured, amber and blue eyes wide open at what their mirrors were reflecting: unrecognizably long and thick nipples, so excited that they practically hurt. Brunette and blonde had always been proud of their nips, their thick erections always being the most envied in communal showers and beach topless days, but what they were watching now went far, far beyond what they knew.

Swallowing hard, the two beautiful coeds slowly brought their nervous hands on their extended nipples. To the surprise of them, the mere touch of their fingertips was almost enough to cause an orgasm to explode between their legs. Taking their hands off their breasts for fear of the outbreak, Erika and Melike remembered the climactic moment of their confrontation at Emma’s house, when all four nipples had stabbed each other. It had been intense, hot—electrically unbearable. They both regretted not having been able to resist the nipple-to-nipple clash and, for a few seconds, they wanted to do it again, with the ambition of watching the other girl melt against their tough pair.

However, the evocation of the nipple collision didn’t come alone: lips locked in a hateful kiss, breasts crowded in a struggle for space, hot sweat and passionate gasps. With their hearts running wild under tits more swollen than usual, the women recalled the feverish duel in Emma’s living room, boasting of every moment of weakness in the other beauty, lamenting every moment that the nemesis had overtaken them.

“Who the fuck you think you are?” they exclaimed in unison. Without realizing what they were doing, their right hands fell on their pussies; with a soft feminine whine, both kneaded their cunts delicately, feeling the warm moisture that their panties accumulated under them. The sexual excitement went far beyond what they had never felt before, as no man had ever been able to awaken their bodies in such a way. Not even when they masturbated in the solitude of their bedrooms had reached a similar level of ecstasy. Both women found themselves sinking their fingers under their panties, cursing the other young woman’s skills.

“Fuck you, bitch,” they moaned, penetrating themselves slowly. For a moment, both visualized their nemesis, right there in their room, coming out of the mirror with arrogant, determined steps. In their minds, the girls’ fingers were inside the other beauty, surrounded by a humid heat. The rival groaned, a humiliating climax approaching…

A real orgasm erupted between Melike’s and Erika’s legs. Both breathed out a short, high-pitched scream that arose from the depths of their fantasies. Weakened by too many sensations, they fell to the floor on their knees, where they kept trembling from the orgasmic earthquake that should have suffered their enemy.

“If we had entered one of the bedrooms together…” they whispered to their antagonist through the reflection, unsatisfied with the destructive orgasm they had just survived. With a voracity that no one could control, the exalted girls pinched their nipples, squeezed their tits and kept jerking off their cunts under their juice-soaked panties. Looking at themselves in their mirrors, they got horny at the sight of their sensual reflections, their feminine curves moving with pleasure at the onanist act. But everything went much, much further, because the similarities between the bodies of the rivals made it easy for them to imagine that the reflection they saw in the mirror could be the body of the woman who had turned their world upside down.

For five, ten minutes, Erika and Melike kept giving themselves pleasure, always thinking about the other alpha female. Their fingers pinched nipples so hard that it seemed they would never soften up again, touched a pussy so wet that it seemed it could never be dried. With their sexual defenses completely broken, one, two, three orgasms exploded in their cunts, turning sexually powerful women like them into pathetic horny girls.

“No!” they shouted as another climax was about to dominate their beautiful topless figures. Pulling their fingers away from their bodies as if they were electrified, the coeds stood up. With their eyes flashing with rage, they grabbed the white sheet from their beds to cover the mirrors. The spell that had been affecting them seemed to dissipate.

I’m not gonna give you any more of my orgasms, you lesbian bitch, they complained in silence, as if the mirror could hear them talking about their fears. Tonight I’ll break you, and you won’t be able to affect me like this anymore. Then, taking a long breath, they decided it was time for a nice, cold shower.

***

The water fell on Melike’s naked body. After the desperate, wild masturbation of minutes earlier, the Turkish beauty felt that the cold kiss of the shower was rebalancing her emotional balance, bringing body, mind and soul back together in one place. That’s what I need, she told herself. If I want to beat that bitch tonight, and I plan on doing it, I need to be in control of my emotions and my entire body.

What was going to happen that night during and after the costume party was still a mystery to Melike, but everything that had happened on Friday night and that same Saturday morning had made it clear to the amber-eyed brunette that it was all going to go far beyond a simple catfight. Of course, Melike wasn’t afraid to pull her rival’s blond hair, slap her beautiful face and even beat her flat belly with her fists until submission, but the ease with which they brought their best feminine attributes together in competition could only mean one thing: that the deep rivalry between them would only be truly resolved body-to-body, in a colossal battle so close and tight that only the most toned and sexual woman could win it.

Of course, it will be sexual, Melike thought fiercely, her long nipples hardening under the water. It couldn’t be any other way. The girl felt a certain vertigo as she saw how naturally she accepted the carnal nature of their rivalry, but at the same time she couldn’t help but see the logic of it all. We’ve been competing for two weeks to decide which of us is the sexiest woman. What better way to prove to that Swedish cunt that I’m that woman than forcing her body to surrender to mine with raw pleasure?

There were still plenty of ways of beating someone, and Melike certainly planned to release adrenaline by violently punching her nemesis, but she knew perfectly well that the reality of their confrontation would follow the path opened by their asses rubbing on the dance floor and by their tongues and breasts battling in Emma’s living room. Much remained to be clarified about the rules of the final showdown—if any rules were needed. Where it would take place? What weapons would be used? What would decide who the winner was? There were a lot of questions in the air, but at least the central issue was incontestable.

As the water ran down Melike’s youthful brown skin, a slight sting burst into her thighs and ass, where Erika’s terrible fingernails had worked during the fiery dance in the nightclub. Whistling with rage, the Turk knew that, whatever happened that night, it would start with another dance with the blonde. A public dance…and then another in private, she thought. I owe her that.

***

Erika came out of her bathroom with a towel wrapped around her curvaceous body, her fair skin glowing seductively with a few shiny drops of water. Entering her bedroom, and ignoring the covered mirror in front of which she had jerked off aggressively minutes earlier, she threw the towel over her bed, revealing an excited, but now under control, body.

I really needed that shower, she thought, feeling stable and focused. I need all my senses to the fullest if I’m gonna beat that brunette whore tonight. During the shower, the blonde had realized what a dangerous but satisfying road she would have to follow that night to crown herself the undisputed alpha female of Princeton, a descent into hell through a path of lust and curves. She started it all with her ass, her tongue and her hard-nippled tits, she pondered hypocritically, as all that had happened between them had been mutual. But I’ll be the one to finish this…with my own weapons.

Then, she opened her closet. Before Erika got home, she had already decided what costume she would wear at Alisha’s party. “It couldn’t be anything but this one,” she said quietly, her tongue licking her fat lips with pleasure. “I can’t wait to see Melike’s jealous eyes on me…”

Erika’s crotch throbbed intensely at the thought, but the mind of the pink-lipped blonde went further, visualizing her brunette rival moving from resentful glances to action. Closing her eyes, the Swede saw the other beauty jumping over her, her young, firm bodies clashing chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. Her pussy began to moisten as she thought of the close, tight, suffocating struggle between untamed curves, the sexual side of the rivalry that had erupted between them on the dance floor and, later, at Emma’s house forcing them into the ultimate female duel.

So be it, her sexuality against mine, Erika accepted, although she felt it was her cunt that was thinking for her. There’s no other way to settle what started two weeks ago when that bitch walked into class like she owned the place. Looking at the costume she would wear that night, the blonde licked her lips in anticipation. She will admit that I’m the best woman, that I’m hotter than she’ll ever be.

Taking a breath of air, she tried to calm her sex with the promise that, in several hours, it would be satisfied with the female domination that it was longing for. One way or another, my dear, we’ll finish her off. Feeling the reddish marks that Melike had left on her white skin, on her ass and her thighs hours earlier, Erika twisted the gesture with lust. And it will all start with a dance, just like last night. I owe her that.

Chapter 8

And The Myths

Became Flesh Of Women

The costume party was overflowing with people, but that was no surprise when Alisha Jackson was hosting. The attractive black woman had enough contacts and money to make everything she organized a complete success. Dressed as a sexy Nefertiti, Alisha moved around the back lawn of her house, among white canopies and tables full of food and alcohol, among youthful libido and eroticized costumes. Before Melike Balik and Erika Norberg arrived in Princeton, she had been the alpha female on campus. Obviously, a woman like her wasn’t happy about that loss of status, but even worse was the feeling of having made a mistake in allowing both beautiful foreigners to appear at her party.

Taking a long sip of her punch, Alisha watched the brunette and the blonde from a safe distance. Melike was by the pool, talking with Emma Silverman; on the other side of the lawn, near the entrance to the house, Erika were doing the same with Maddy Anderson. The gestures and looks of the girls caught the attention of the black woman. What the hell are they talking about?

She could never have guessed it.

***

“So…how good is she at fucking?”

Maddy’s cheeks, reddened with alcohol, became even redder with Erika’s direct question. “Well, she’s fantastic.” The redhead smiled, looking over her shoulder to watch Melike in the distance. “She’s wild, relentless, and knows how to ride. She fucks like an Amazon, never better said…”

Erika’s blue eyes trembled slightly, her gaze fixed on Melike and her suggestive costume for many minutes. As if she had emerged from the blonde’s secret desires, Melike was dressed like an Amazon; not a reliable representation of Greek myths, but a sexy, daring version of the queen Penthesilea.

How appropriate! Erika had thought when she saw the brunette at the party, and she still couldn’t stop thinking about it, her heart racing with the perfect symbiosis between her nemesis and her. Melike was the Amazon at the party, and she was the Valkyrie. Her audacious costume made her look like Brunhild from the Nordic sagas, but in a much more seductive adaptation. On the first day of class, both beauties had had a heated discussion about Amazons and Valkyries; now, that first discussion had become flesh.

“I think you haven’t had sex in a long time, Maddy.” Erika managed to follow the conversation even though most of her thinking was still focused on the Turquish Amazon. “You’re overestimating Melike.”

“Oh, not at all,” the redhead said. “If you were lucky enough to taste her lips, you wouldn’t say that.”

Erika reddened slightly, the sweet taste of Melike’s beautiful mouth returning to her lips. “It’s no big deal,” she whispered angrily into a barely audible hiss.

“What?” Maddy asked. “What were you saying?”

“Nothing.” The Swede bit her lower lip before bringing her beautiful face closer to Maddy’s as if they were going to talk about something secret. “Now, my friend, I absolutely want to know what you two did in bed. And don’t skimp on details…”

***

“I don’t think that blonde fucks that well.”

Emma heard her friend’s words with some surprise, but the alcohol that ran through her veins prevented her from realizing the resentment that dominated the words of that brunette beauty with amber eyes and body of an Amazon.

“Oh, yes, I can assure you,” the redhead said. “Erika taught me what a real ride from the Valkyries means.” Emma turned her face, looking at the Swede in the distance. “Rough, dirty and merciless…”

“If you wanted to be mounted like never before, you chose the wrong room,” Melike mumbled, her body shaking smoothly under the stars of a moonless night. “But I appreciate you telling me everything in such detail.”

“No problem.” Then something changed in Emma’s eyes. “But I want something in return: does Maddy fuck well?”

Melike didn’t even have time to understand the ramifications of the question. In the distance, Erika began to move, stepping away from Maddy to get close to the pool. Aware that the first clash of the night was approaching, the Turkish woman swallowed saliva.

“Excuse me, Emma, but I have something to do.”

Leaving her friend behind, the Amazon moved among the guests, never losing sight of her prey. Erika stopped her steps at the punch table and, seeing that the Valkyrie was surprisingly alone at the time, Melike accelerated the pace.

“Well, looks like you finally stopped hiding behind Emma.” The words with which the blonde received the brunette showed the state of perpetual war in which the two women were now immersed.

“Funny, I was just about to tell you the same thing about hiding behind Maddy.”

Without looking at each other, the girls poured themselves a glass of punch. Instead of drinking, however, they shook the reddish liquid in front of their pupils as they felt all the eyes of the party set on them. The sense of competitiveness increased among them, like boiling water in a pressure cooker as they felt compared to each other by dozens and dozens of men and women.

“Nice costume,” Erika said, finally tasting her punch.

“Yours is nice, too,” Melike answered before drinking. “A little short for autumn, though, isn’t it?”

“As short as yours.”

Both women were right, as their outfits were basically decorated bras and shorts, tall boots and a few little accesories. Erika covered her firm breasts with a metallic brassiere, her little panties with shorts that imitated an armor, her neck with a choker and her wrists with bracelets, all in silver color. Next to her, Melike wore leather straps and bone pieces over her solid boobs and small panties, a narrow headband over the forehead and long wristbands that imitated wolfskin. The boots of the rivals, matching the tones and material of their costumes, almost reached their knees, leaving their strong thighs exposed. Above, the flat bellies of the women displayed their exceptional state of shape, their powerful abs shining under beautiful, silky skin.

“I saw that you were talking to Maddy,” Melike said, risking a sidelong glance at her enemy. The contour of Erika’s fat boobs looked spectacular under the silvery metal bra, two pale, eye-catching glands squeezed out by cups a little smaller than they should be. “Did she tell you anything interesting?”

“Not really,” Erika replied, taking another sip of punch. “Just some stupid fantasy about an Amazon who knows how to fuck.”

“That reminds me of something Emma told me.” The brunette drank before continuing to speak. “She claimed a certain Valkyrie fucked her brains out. Ha, what an imagination!”

The blue-eyed Swede bowed her head slightly to the side, taking a quick glance over Melike’s thick bustline. Her pupils dilated as she saw Turkish beauty’s bronze-skinned curves, barely contained by a small brassiere of leather and bone. “Wow, I exhausted Emma so many times I wasn’t sure if she would remember everything I did to her this morning. But if she says I fucked her brains out, then she remembers all that matters.”

“This morning, Maddy was a lot more exhausted than Emma was. Didn’t she tell you how hard I rode her?”

“Maddy was delusional, that’s the only way to explain why she said those things.”

A guy approached the punch table, and the rivals were forced to keep quiet. But as if even the annoying interruption was another opportunity to compete with each other, the two beauties pushed their tits out, standing at full height. Visibly nervous, the guy spilled some punch, the scent of soft perfume and the first drops of sweat from the college girls reaching for his sense of smell. The toned female bodies intimidated him, and he ended up leaving the place with clumsy steps.

The young women then turned to each other, finally facing each other face to face. Arrogant smiles lit up their perfectly made up faces. Melike haughtily believing that it was she, and not her rival, who had made the guy nervous, but Erika’s smug smirk told her the blonde thought just the opposite.

“No one would choose you over me, so wipe that smile off your face,” the Turk grunted.

“Who would choose a cheap Amazon over a hot Valkyrie?” the Swede snorted in response.

“Are you hallucinating?” Melike slowly moved her free hand around the contour of her curvaceous body. “Who would prefer a pale imitation when they can have the real thing?”

“Oh, please, you really think you can compare that body of yours to mine?” Erika spat. With her chin up, she took some air to inflate her plump boobs even more. “Face it, girl: tonight, you wore as pretty and sexy as you could…and yet you have failed to outdo me.”

“Keep lying to yourself, honey, because despite your sorry little whore outfit, I’m still above you, like I’ve been since day one.”

It wasn’t a hot night, but the enemies began to melt under the intense heat that rose from the inside of their bodies. Thick drops of sweat trembled over excited cleavages, over thighs that throbbed tightly from lack of action. At that point, the girls felt that they needed to engage body-to-body with each other there and now, or they would burst out in frustration.

Melike felt ready to slap her nemesis, no matter what a bad idea it would be to start a catfight in the middle of the party. Licking her red-painted lips, the brunette left her drink on the table and, in front of her, as if she felt what was going to happen now, Erika left hers too. But then a melodious sound came to their ears, stopping them at the very last moment. Looking aside, the alpha women saw Alisha Jackson turning on the last PA speaker, and a slow, sensual song invaded the back lawn of the house.

“The dance has begun,” the hostess said. “Don’t be shy. Dancing close together is the real dance.”

The last words of the beauty of ebony made the rivals tremble slightly. They were at that very moment arguing about which of them had the best body, and now Alisha was talking about dancing close together, just the way to put the words of blonde and brunette to the test of truth.

The pink lipstick shone in Erika’s fleshy mouth as she twisted her lips at what was about to happen. A lot of things were going to be different, very different at this dance from last night’s. Everything that had happened during the previous hours had built up a much greater anticipation than the Swedish blonde had felt growing up during the first two weeks of opposition, the longed-for contact between her sexy body and the hot body of the brunette awakening a vampiric hunger that now could not be stopped. The kiss at Emma’s house had accelerated the demolition of the standards of what was supposed to be just another female rivalry, the sweet taste of the other lascivious mouth adding to the expectations of the ultimate fight between the two young, statuesque beauties. The first time Erika had danced with Melike, the doors to the sexual nature of the competition had not yet been broken down; now, battering rams, as hard as the girls’ thick nipples, had blown all the barriers to pieces.

“Let’s dance, bitch,” the Valkyrie breathed the first direct insult of the night as she and her rival moved closer towards each other. Pretending to be friends despite the intense debates in class, the girls smiled, but for the other party guests, not for each other.

Slowly, seductively, Erika’s right hand wrapped around Melike’s thin, bare waist. At the same time, the brunette slid her left hand across the blonde’s narrow waistline, while the free hands of the women landed on the other shoulder, their fingertips touching hot skin. Shaking slightly at the touch, the college rivals felt the bass of the song getting into their guts, its slow but powerful rhythm inciting intimacy as much as the melodious female voice of the singer. They danced, gently, gracefully, for now only their hands connecting with the other figure.

“Come here, slut,” Melike whispered, her amber eyes looking down at the dense chest of her nemesis. The memory of what had happened that morning, with Erika’s defiant orbs piled against her proud pair, inflamed her heart with retribution.

“Let’s answer the first question of the night,” Erika muttered, somehow reading the Turk’s thoughts. Her blue eyes fell on Melike’s cleavage, and the Swede felt those firm glands waiting for her own round girls.

The first instinct of both of them was to smash their tits together violently, the antagonist’s boobs provoking them to charge as if they were bullfighting capes shaken in front of a bull. But the masquerade had to be maintained, especially when many of the other dancers were lustfully watching the two queen bees dancing together. Of course, they were going to compete against each other; that was as inevitable as the sun coming up in the east every morning, but they were going to do it on their own private terms, at least until they could excuse themselves from the party and fight with everything they had, far from the eyes of others.

Finally, their breasts touched each other. There was so much skin, so much flesh exposed in their bold costume bras that Melike and Erika immediately felt the burning contact between the upper halves of their heavy globes.

“How do you like this, cunt?” the brunette asked, her sultry eyes, her gorgeous mouth dancing in front of Erika’s attractive face. “Feeling more of my tits after what happened this morning…”

“I like to feel your tits being crushed by mine, if that’s what you are asking.” Erika’s blue eyes sparkled in supreme arrogance, her Nordic features intensifying her magnificence in front of Melike’s exotic face.

“There’s nothing in your body that can crush any of mine, especially your pathetic pale breasts.”

The blonde took a quick glance to the side, observing how much interest they aroused in the party, before refocusing her attention on her brunette nemesis.

“Let’s risk it with a little more pressure. I want to see if your little brown tits are as hard as your big mouth, you whore.”

Before answering, the Turk also looked around. Her friends Emma and Maddy were dancing together, the eyes of the young redheads exhibiting a strange burning. Not far from them, the hostess Alisha Jackson was chatting with a handsome guy, but Melike thought the beauty of ebony had turned her eyes away from her and Erika at the last second. The rest of the guests drank and danced, some attentive to the Amazon and Valkyrie, but all seemingly unaware of what was really going on in the dance between myths. 

“Let’s do it…” the amber-eyed brunette finally whispered, once again focused one hundred percent on her hard-titted enemy.

Disguising the movement in the slow dance, Erika and Melike pressed forward with their breasts a little more. The young, beautiful masses crushed each other under equal conditions, the four glands giving way the same ground: a few centimetres of external fat, the only weak part of really firm and warm boobs. Looking down, the beauties saw the agglomeration of tits, their long tongues instinctively licking their painted lips in front of the erotic scene.

“You picked this leather bra because you knew we’d have a boob fight, didn’t you?” Erika accused, moving her shoulders to shove her pair in Melike’s impressive bust. “I’m sure it was the thickest, most protective bra you had in your closet.”

“Says the girl with the brassiere covered in metal,” the brunette replied, her mammaries counteracting every movement of her rival breasts. “My girls must have scared the hell out of yours at this morning’s brief tit duel to literally bring armor to this party.”

The memory of what had happened hours before, especially the burning moment when it ended, flooded the blonde’s mind. It was then that she realized that something important, very important, was missing from the flesh versus flesh equation.

“I can’t feel your fat nipples, bitch,” she said. “You put those pieces of bone over them so mine couldn’t reach yours, didn’t you? Look who’s hiding behind armor…”

“I’m not afraid of your big nips, you cunt, that’s for sure,” Melike grunted. “You can hide them behind all the layers of metal you want, because one way or another, mine will find yours.”

Under metal and cloth, Erika’s nipples hardened under the threat, frustrated at the lack of a way out. The words of her nemesis had felt like a glove slap in the face, a challenge to a fencing duel that would not be fought by steel rapiers as centuries before, but by rubbery blades of flesh and hatred.

“Okay, tramp, why don’t we excuse ourselves for a moment and find a private place to settle this?” the Valkyrie muttered. “I don’t think it’ll take me more than ten minutes to finish yours.”

“I’ll finish yours in half the time, you whore.” Beyond leather and bone pieces, the Amazon felt the throbbing of her thick nipples; the call to war of her toughened twin rods could no longer be ignored. “Then we can go back to dancing without anyone having had time to miss us.”

“It’ll be a pleasure to dance chest to chest with you on this back lawn again after I’ve humiliated your nipples.”

“I’ll humiliate your nipples and your tits. And then I’ll enjoy feeling your beaten girls against my victorious ones in this very place.”

“No more talk.” Erika narrowed her beautiful blue eyes. Without further ado, the blonde separated herself from the brunette, clutching her hand. “Come on, Melike,” she said in a falsely friendly voice, dragging her rival gently behind her. Then the Swede saw Alisha, the black woman’s eyes staring at them with some curiosity. “Excuse me, Alisha, where’s the bathroom?” Smiling, she bowed her head slightly to the side. “Melike and I need to touch up our makeup for a moment…”

 “It’s next to the kitchen, first door on the right.” Nefertiti’s fleshy lips twisted slightly in an enigmatic gesture.

“Thank you,” Melike said, her gaze crossing with Erika’s eyes. “We won’t be long…”

“Sure,” Alisha grinned as the two foreign beauties entered the house, holding hands like good friends. The rivals always have to pretend they’re something else, the hostess thought, watching the swagger of the alpha females’ hips. Then she looked over her shoulder, her dark eyes resting on two redheads and a dangerous dance. Sometimes even friends have to do it.

Taking a long sip of her whiskey, Alisha stood up proudly. At least for a few minutes, she was back to being the best woman at the party. And it felt good.

Chapter 9

When Hot Words Were Battle Commands

Alisha Jackson’s house was quite large, a two-story building with red oak floors and stairs in the outskirts of Princeton, beautifully decorated with several memories of the black girl. Cheerleader, fencer, traveler and theater actress—Alisha’s intense life was seen through various photographs hanging on the walls, a collection of images dominated by women, all good-looking, all hot. As they walked around the house looking for the privacy of the bathroom, Erika and Melike noticed that a redhead appeared in the photos more than any other female. A best friend? A girlfriend? The cat senses that had awakened in them in recent weeks began to tingle. Some pictures had captured an exchange of hot glances between them, glances that didn’t differ much from the ones Melike and Erika were constantly throwing at each other. Or maybe she is an antagonist?

Surrounded by that aura of female rivalry they thought they were seeing on the walls of the house, the two foes arrived at the bathroom door to find half a dozen young people waiting to enter. If they were looking for solitude for their duel, that definitely wasn’t the place.

“We need another place, and soon, bitch,” the blonde grunted under her breath. “You’re not getting away with this.”

“Neither are you, cunt,” the brunette replied, looking around. “Over there…” she pointed with her head.

Erika turned her face and saw which battle arena Melike was suggesting.

“Well…” she whispered, watching with some excitement a space under the red oak staircase leading up to the second floor of the house. “It can work…if you can keep quiet while I crush your weak tits.”

“You just worry about your own moans, because I’ll be the one to do all the crushing,” the Turk said.

After the mutual threats, all that remained was to prove who was right, so they both moved to the gap under the stairs, making sure no one saw them going in there. The place couldn’t be more perfect, because unless someone specifically looked under the staircase, it was impossible to see what was going on in that hideout. The only problem was the height of the place, but no beauty would let that stop the fight they both wanted.

“On your knees,” they said at the same time. Dropping to their knees, the girls faced each other completely alone for the first time since that morning.

“Are you ready to have your boobs and nipples whipped by mine?” the Valkyrie asked arrogantly.

“You don’t have what it takes to hurt my beauties,” the Amazon grunted in hot response.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out, you tramp.”

“Yeah, whore…without armor.”

At that moment, they were nervously aware that a line had to be crossed, one from which there would be no turning back. Until now, their entire bodies warfare, their assets comparisons and clashes had been developed under the physical and mental protection of their clothes, no matter how tight and small they were. But what both were now willing to do required a tribute of fresh flesh, demanded the nakedness of breasts that had been one of the main reasons the two alpha females on campus had initiated their scorching competition. 

With trembling fingers, the women slowly brought their hands to their own bras, their bosoms throbbing under a thickening layer of sweat. They had never shown their naked tits to any other girl until, several hours earlier, they had fucked their redheaded friends; the fact that the second woman to see them in glorious nudity was going to be their detested nemesis was at once so exciting and so frightening that both believed their hearts were going to explode right there. The mixture of sweat, perfume and alcohol turned the air under the staircase into a dense, hot atmosphere, just a spark away from bursting into flames. And, from what they felt under their brassieres, both Melike and Erika believed that their hard nipples could be the matches that set the fire.

“When you see my tits, you’ll know what a mistake you’ve made,” the amber-eyed brunette boasted.

“I doubt it very much,” the Swede said. “Without a bra, your saggy boobs will be no match for mine.”

The fingertips finally reached for the bra straps, playing with them for a few seconds. Centimeters below, the girls’ breasts looked fatter, more imposing than ever before, and that’s where all pupils headed. The weight of the four glands demanded freedom, claiming that the definitive comparison between them was weeks late.

But then, when it seemed that the truth would no longer be hidden under bras, the sound of footsteps stopped the two goddesses. Four heels echoed over them, on the wooden stairs. For a moment, Erika and Melike thought that two girls were looking for privacy on the second floor, perhaps to gossip, perhaps to find another bathroom…or perhaps for a little lesbian-on-lesbian action in some bedroom. For a moment, they even fantasized about the redhead in the photographs arriving at the party, inviting the hostess to resolve their differences in the solitude of the second floor. But everything changed when blonde and brunette heard the footsteps stop, just above their heads, and two familiar voices came to their ears in the form of alcohol-filled whispers.

“Keep talking shit, Emma, because you know you’re wrong.”

“You’re the asshole here, Maddy. I’m right, and you know it.”

The voices of their friends sounded unexpectedly tense. However, the pieces of the puzzle began to fit together as soon as the Valkyrie and the Amazon remembered the fiery dance that the redheads had had minutes before. Something was going on between Maddy and Emma, something that was starting to blow up on that staircase.

“You’re really stupid if you think Erika’s tits can compare to Melike’s.” Maddy’s angry whispering sounded clear in the gap under the stairs. “Melike has a big, firm pair. And if you were lucky enough to lick them, you’d know her brown girls are delicious.”

Driven by Maddy’s admiring words, the Turkish beauty decided to take the initiative. Without ceremony, she grabbed the clasp of her skin and bone bra and opened it, letting her heavy breasts burst into sweaty freedom. Erika opened her striking blue eyes in surprise, her attempt to show a cold gesture failing completely when she saw Melike’s round brown boobs shaking slightly before settling firmly on the girl’s naked torso.

“Her brown nipples are the longest and thickest I’ve ever seen in my life,” Maddy continued as Melike pulled out her chest to point her hard-ons at her opponent. Maddy’s words mingled with what Erika’s eyes saw, creating a threatening narrative for her and her body. “I still have the marks on my body where she dragged them. That’s how amazing they are!”

Melike smiled, staring at the blonde’s serious look. She had never been prouder of her breasts than she was at that time. “Just imagine what marks my nips will leave on your tits now, bitch,” she whispered so low that only Erika could hear her.

“Bullshit, Maddy,” Emma replied with a rough grunt. “Erika’s tits are a thousand times better than Melike’s: fat, solid and sexy like you’ve never seen before. Get it through your head!” 

 It was the blonde’s turn to play her cards. Supported by Emma’s flattering words, Erika opened her metal bra to quickly strip her big tits in front of her brunette nemesis. Melike couldn’t hide her jealousy at the sight of the heavy weaponry the other woman showed, two plump and fair-skinned balloons that only shook for a couple of seconds before hardening on Erika’s white torso.

“And don’t even mention those brown nipples of Melike if you haven’t seen what Erika has on her tits.” The Valkyrie pushed her breasts towards the Amazon as they both heard Emma’s compliments. “There’s no way they’re as fat and as long as Erika’s pink nipples. And no fucking way Melike’s can compete in hardness with Erika’s. Just look at the marks they left on my cleavage!”

Now it was time for the Swede to smile smugly. Emma was filling her body, and especially her breasts, with dominant energy. “Just listen to her, sow,” she said softly. “I’m gonna mark you like cattle.”

For a full minute, the rivals lost the thread of the discussion between the redheads. While Emma and Maddy were arguing about their friends’ tits, the bee queens were analyzing with their own eyes how gifted the antagonist was. Their eyes traveled hungrily along the curves of the other rack, but they only found cosmetic differences. Melike’s brown-nippled bronzed boobs were facing Erika’s pink-nippled pale boobs, and that was all that kept their glands from being perfect reflections, because their bosomy treasures seemed to be identical in size and shape, former full C-cup tits that had miraculously reached D-cup volume after the latest events. Their silver dollar-sized areolas and their prominent nipples, the most sensitive weapons in the coming fight, didn’t exceed their counterparts by a single millimeter.

“Enjoying the view, bitch?” Erika finally grunted, envy and resentment floating between the rivals.

“Seeing how hard your nipples are, it’s you who’s enjoying this,” the Amazon replied, she and her nemesis still staring at the other woman’s juicy assets, looking for flaws that didn’t exist.

“That’s a lie, Maddy.” The angry but whispering voices of the redheads caught the attention of the two topless beauties again. “If the nipples of them collided, it would be Melike’s rods that would bend.”

“If they collided, Erika’s nipples would not only bend, they would break,” Maddy mumbled. “That’s how hard they are!”

“Erika’s are harder, so shut up!”

Again, her friends’ hot words became battle instructions, as if the redheads were now generals commanding Spartan hoplites who, armed with spears and shields of flesh, were thrown into war. Slowly, the girls crawled forward on their knees, their nipples threateningly approaching each other. The memory of the hard-ons clash at Emma’s house shook their minds, several nervous shocks running through their bodies from top to bottom. Whatever it took, this time they had to withstand the electrical sensations of the coming nipple impact, or their egos would be damaged forever.

“Melike’s nipples are better!”

“No, Erika’s nipples are better!”

The answer to the redhead discussion came when the tips of the weapons of the brunette and the blonde crashed together…and it didn’t satisfy either the Amazon or the Valkyrie, as the terrible hardness of the four spikes didn’t give way to the pressure. But that wasn’t the worst part—as if the nipples were power converters, the connection between tips transformed the electricity that sparked around the female bodies into pure, volatile energy. The couple groaned quietly at the hot accumulation they felt in their mutually impaled nipples and, just a second later, with no possibility of being contained, the energy burst out with a devastating nuclear explosion.

Above their heads, Maddy and Emma kept arguing about their lovers and their nipples, but Melike’s and Erika’s ears seemed to be plugged up by the blast wave that ran through their bodies. They could only hear the moans now coming from between their own fleshy lips, a double display of weakness that both hated.

“Your weak nipples are no match for mine,” Melike grunted, trying to regain the aura of superiority that the hot sensations around her flesh rods were destroying. Looking down, the Turkish woman saw the four nipples shaking against each other but still standing at their fullest, without giving in a single millimetre to the thrust of the rival milk ducts.

“You stupid Amazon, I can feel your little nubs starting to bend to mine,” Erika lied, as she saw and felt their long weapons shaking, burning, sweating but not surrendering. She took pride in the rocky hardness of her nipples, but that vanity was stained by the concern at the firmness of her nemesis’ thick brown daggers, creating a feeling of uncertainty that denied some of her usual confidence.

Angry because their opponent was sowing doubts in their haughty egos, the girls pushed their tits forward with a little more force. It was then when Melike felt the swollen tension between nipples almost reaching the breaking point, Erika’s rods finally shaking hard at what the brunette deliciously believed would be the first defeat of the blonde beauty. The aura of superiority returned to her, her arrogance convincing her that her nipples were the biggest, strongest, stiffest. So Melike smiled, her beautiful sweaty face lit up by a wolfish, sexy smile, victorious over all things.

Her surprise came when she saw the same smug, haughty smile on Erika’s no less beautiful, no less sweaty face. The Turk twisted her gesture slightly, her smile fading quickly. What? she wondered, looking back at her dueling nipples. Her amber eyes widened then, Melike suddenly realizing her miscalculation: her foe’s stilettos were still shaking, and the breaking point feeling was still there…but it wasn’t just Erika’s nipples the only weapons who were on the verge of collapse. To the misfortune of the brunette’s ego and her premature sense of victory, her own nipples were also in danger.

Returning to stare into the Swede’s blue eyes, Melike noticed that Erika had made the same mistake. The blonde college student’s smile disappeared as soon as she realized that her flesh rods weren’t winning that duel of hardness as she had believed.

I was feeling it! Erika cursed inside her head, her smile as extinguished as her rival’s. She felt robbed, swindled, which only increased her rage and her desire to beat the other alpha female’s nipples.

“Your nipples are about to break, I know it,” Erika snarled.

“Bullshit,” the brunette replied. “Yours are gonna lose this fight.”

“The nipples of a dumb Amazon will never beat the nipples of a real Valkyrie.” Melike grunted at the insult, only to realize that Erika wasn’t the one who had said it. Again, Emma’s voice reached her ears. “When we have the opportunity to take them back to my house, we will ask them to do it in front of us, and then you will know!”

“I can’t wait to see your face when Melike’s nips smash your dear blonde’s stiffies,” Maddy groaned.

Again, that encouraged the hot women under the staircase. Yes, perhaps they would break the unspoken pact of keeping their burning rivalry in private and compete nipple-to-nipple—and beyond—in front of their friends—or perhaps they would never do that. Whatever it was, all they knew at that moment was that they weren’t going to wait that long to see whose nipples were the best.

Sick of the stalemate, the girls started moving their shoulders. If the frontal charge of their hoplites didn’t work, it was time to leave the spears to use the swords. Slowly shifting their breasts back and forth, up and down, the Amazon and the Valkyrie brushed their hard shafts against each other, fleshy weapons colliding length against length, blade against blade.

If the sensations had been strong in the tip-to-tip pressure, now the continuous friction between nipples was being devastating, a totally nerve-wracking experience to which both beauties hoped to survive long enough to bend, crush and subjugate. Both dragged their lengthy shafts along each other’s, stiffness against stiffness, warmness against warmness while their American friends were arguing about who had the stiffest, warmest nipples right above their heads.

“You’re a stubborn bitch, Maddy,” Emma grunted.

“You’re a stubborn bitch, Malike,” Erika repeated.

“You’re a pigheaded slut, Emma,” Maddy groaned.

“You’re a pigheaded slut, Erika,” Erika reiterated.

The Valkyrie and the Amazon looked down, exhaling in frustration at the sight of the two sets of nipples piercing and rubbing each other as equals. Wanting to press harder, they gripped the other elbows, panting and moaning softly as the battle of spears spread through time without a clear winner showing up.

“You said my nipples were about to break,” Melike sarcastically grinned, trying to get the psychological advantage. “I guess not, you tramp.”

“And you said mine are gonna lose this fight,” Erika counterattacked with hatred in her blue eyes. “Looks more like you’re having a hard time to me.”

“The only hard thing here are my nipples, unlike yours,” the brunette lied, her nails sinking into the forearms of her nemesis.

“In a minute, there won’t be anything hard on your nipples,” the Nordic beauty replied as her own deadly nails took revenge on her rival’s forearms.

Fighting back the tears, the coeds instinctively aligned their sex daggers again as if they wanted to prove how much real damage they had done to each other in the cruel, intense nipple friction. However, their four weapons still stood their ground, this second head-to-head duel neither settling anything.

“Erika’s tits are fuller, that’s for sure.” Emma’s voice reached the ears of the nipple warriors, forcing the attention of both college girls beyond the other flesh rods.

“Melike’s tits are way fuller than Erika’s,” Maddy replied. “Fuller, bigger and prettier.”

Wanting to test the words of the redheads, to know which of them said the truest words, brunette and blonde pushed their round glands slowly forward, their well-matched nipples getting lost in masses of flesh. Of course, both were well aware of how good the other breasts really were after feeling them against their own more than once, but feeling them nakedly compressing against each other for the first time was something completely different, as the opposing tits felt much harder, hotter and heavier than any of them would have expected. A sensual feeling of electricity flowed across their bodies as a warning of what was to come.

“You’re a delusional bitch, Maddy,” Emma spat. “Erika’s tits are so firm and fat that they would crush Melike’s if they brought them together.”

“You’re the delusional bitch, Emma,” Maddy grunted. “Melike’s tits would mash Erika’s into pancakes because they’re much tighter and thicker.”

Just under the frenemies, all the adjectives they exhaled haunted the heads of the gorgeous rivals. Erika and Melike pushed their boobs as hard together as they could, naked brown titflesh against naked pale titflesh, in search of the largest and toughest pair of the whole campus, yet neither chest gave more than the other. With a growl of frustration, the two beauties slowly moved their arms around each other and locked themselves into a tight mutual hug, pleasure and pain radiating out from their bigger-than-usual bosoms as they intensify the heated contest.

“Not so tough now that you feel my tits for real, huh?” Erika whispered, trying to break with words the stalemate in which her breasts had got stuck with the brunette’s.

“You’re the one who’s gonna end up with her tits beaten,” Melike replied as her amber eyes threw hatred against the blue gaze of the Swedish beauty. “You better shut your mouth before I push my superior tits against your face and shut it for you.”

“Push your fucking ugly tits against my face and the next thing you’ll feel is my teeth in your nipples, whore,” the blonde murmured.

“I didn’t expect anything less from a shitty dyke like you.” The exotic face of the Turkish twisted in a vicious gesture. “But if it comes to that, you won’t be the only one here biting nipples.”

The bodies of the two females burned from head to toe, the combination of naked breast contact and dirty words pushing their veins and arteries to the limit of blood pressure. In the shaft under the stairs, the temperature rose dramatically as their boobs insisted in vain on crushing each other.

Then, the sweat dripping from their bodies onto the floor made one of Erika’s knees slip—before she could react, she fell sideways to the ground, dragging Melike with her. As if her threat had been heard by a genie and her wish granted, the blonde found herself with a fat, perspiring boob of her rival in front of her face Melike’s brown nipple throbbed next to her mouth, burning like a flaming sword, tempting like a forbidden fruit. And Erika obeyed the serpent that infected her mind, and bit.

“Fuck…” the Turk gasped, Erika feeling her scorching breath against her own breasts as her fleshy mouth began to suck the brunette beauty’s nipple. It was the first time in her life that she tasted a nipple, and she immediately understood why men loved to do this to her so much—slightly salty, deliciously wet, it felt erogenously hard between her lips. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before Erika felt teeth chewing on her left nipple, Melike’s revenge falling on her thick stiffness with a resentful bite. The Nordic girl trembled, grunting in pain against the Amazon’s bronzed boob, her mouth opening to take more and more sexy titflesh.

A loud slap echoed above their heads, but none of the rivals paid attention as they sucked hard, bit softly, their hot bodies twisted around one another in an awkward position under the stairs. The dirty exchange of tit pleasuring continued for five, ten more seconds, before they both changed breasts to nibble and suck. More slaps resounded in the house, and the screams finally reached Melike’s and Erika’s ears—a fight had broken out on the steps, and soon the screams of several women were heard, some shouting hatred, others asking for calm.

The whole scandal broke the spell, and the two beauties moved their mouths away from the other tits to get back up on their knees, one in front of the other. Looking at her enemy, Melike wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and Erika imitated her. The Turk saw jealousy, hatred and lust in her blue eyes, what had just happened between them deepening the hot rivalry that bound them.

“Emma, Maddy, stop!” Alisha’s authoritative voice sounded above the rest of the voices, and for a moment the titfighters feared that someone would peek under the stairs. Beyond their hiding place, however, all attention was on what was happening between the friends of the foreign students. “I will not allow fights at my party.”

Looking at the marks they had left on the other beautiful tits, at the traces of saliva and reddened skin, Erika and Melike picked up their bras and covered their breasts with them, the fat glands swelling under the pressure of the fabric, under the metal and the leather, in a final challenge that almost forced both of them to strip them again to push them back together. It was obvious that nothing had been solved, but the thing that had exploded between Maddy and Emma had fucked everything up.

“Well, the show’s over. Everybody back on the lawn,” Alisha was saying. “By the way, does anyone know where Erika and Melike are?”

***

Everyone was talking about the incident between Maddy and Emma when Melike and Erika returned to the back lawn of the house. It was obvious that the brief, interrupted catfight would be the talk of the campus for the next few weeks, but it was the most immediate consequences that worried Alisha Jackson. The mood of the party had definitely changed, alcohol no longer provoking laughter and flirting, but dirty gossip and bad looks, as if the violent act had awakened awakened some old grudges and quarrels among the young college students.

But as deep as those resentments were, they were nothing compared to what was happening between the two beautiful foreigners, between the formidable Amazon and the incredible Valkyrie. With their firm breasts still throbbing from all the rubbing and biting under the stairs, the girls moved through the crowd in search of more alcohol, the punch table as a salvation from the mental and moral chaos that assailed them at that time.

Erika filled a glass to the top, a little reddish liquid falling to the floor as the gorgeous blonde took it to her pink-painted mouth with some abruptness. The burning of the alcohol joined the lustful heat of her body, and a new layer of courage coated her bold feline will.

“You can’t imagine how much I hate you, Erika.” Melike’s voice reached her ears, just a hissed whisper. Turning her face, she saw the stunning brunette taking a long drink of punch.

“I assure you that I know, Melike, because this intense hatred is mutual,” the Swede replied, staring her rival in the eye. “I’ll make you pay a high price for what you have forced me to do under those stairs.”

“I forced you?” Melike twisted her mouth with contempt. “You wanted us bare-chested for some time now, and you finally got it.”

“Since the first time you saw me you wanted to see my naked tits, don’t deny it,” the blonde murmured. “You must be happy now.”

“Not as happy as you pushing your exposed tits against mine,” the Turk groaned. “A lesbian dream come true, huh?”

“Says the girl who licked and bit my nipples as if there was no tomorrow,” Erika protested.

“You started with the suck-off,” Melike said. “I just showed you how to do it right.”

“That’s why you kissed me this morning?” the Valkyrie grunted. “Or because I turn you on?”

“You’re the one who kissed me because I make you so hot that you can’t control yourself,” the Amazon countered.

The two magnificent beauties drank the rest of their drinks and poured another. After the last lines crossed, Melike didn’t believe that any of them needed liquid courage for whatever was in store for them that night, but the alcohol gave a catty edge to her inhibited tongue that she found appealing in that umpteenth oral battle between her and Erika.

“You’ve got a pretty sharp tongue, Melike,” the blonde said, and the brunette’s heart raced at the double meaning of the words. “Too bad it won’t serve you when you and I go all-out against each other for real.”

“Is that so?” Melike whispered back as she felt pushed by alcohol to make her daring move. “I was precisely thinking that my tongue would serve me for what is gonna happen when you and I really figure this out.”

Erika’s heart almost jumped out of her chest, but she didn’t have time to put together a response. Alisha appeared on the scene, her beautiful eyes flashing inquisitively.

“Well, I finally found you,” the black woman said. “You took your time in the bathroom, huh?”

Erika’s and Melike’s eyes met sideways for half a second, the memory of what had happened during their absence from the party hitting them again.

“We have spent some time talking about our things,” Melike took the floor. “You know, getting to know each other a little better.”

“Since she’s new in town, I wanted to give her some recommendations,” Erika immediately said, as if Alisha’s gaze forced her to add more justification. “You know, fun things to do. And I think I made some good points about that.”

“Well, I have put on the table my own proposals too.” The brunette forced a smile. “I haven’t been in Princeton for many days, but I’ve quickly gotten used to what the city has to offer.”

“But you still have a lot to discover, Melike.” The Valkyrie’s blue eyes met the Amazon’s amber eyes again. “This town has much more to offer.”

“I can’t wait for you to show me, Erika. I want to know every nook and cranny of this place,” Melike replied. “Even the most hidden ones.”

“I have to say that you girls surprise me,” Alisha interrupted. “I had heard that you are always arguing hotly in class, so I thought you didn’t get along.”

“Not true!” both beauties spat awkwardly at the same time, their voices too eager. There was a short but intense silence before one of them spoke again.

“It’s a fact that Melike and I are quite passionate when we debate, but that doesn’t affect our relationship outside of class.” Although Erika was lying about the intellectual tension that had erupted between them since the beggining, it was true that they were so similar and antagonistic at the same time that they would have hated each other even if they didn’t share a single class.

“I see.” Alisha’s voice didn’t sound convinced. “Anyway, I came to tell you that the party is over. Your ginger friends have ruined everything, and even I can’t fix this.”

“Maddy and Emma?” the Turk asked, playing dumb. “What happened?”

“They have fought,” the sexy Nefertiti explained. “In public.”

Another glance was exchanged between Erika and Melike, both well aware of the nuance of the black girl. She didn’t censure the catfight between the young redheads, but she certainly criticized the fact that they fought in front of everyone. A thread of common understanding brought the rivals together at that time, strengthening what was happening between them, and the way it was happening.

“I didn’t expect that behavior from them,” Erika said, and this time there was truth in her words. “They seemed like real friends.”

“It always seems that way,” Alisha looked at the blonde and brunette alternately, and the two gorgeous girls felt that the hostess could see through them. Uncomfortable, they both fell silent, taking a long gulp to drink all the alcohol that remained in their glasses. “Well, I’ll leave you to keep talking about your things. I’m gonna call some cabs, but of course you’re welcome to stay the night if you prefer. Some of the guests are going to sleep here, but don’t worry, there are plenty of rooms.”

The sexy Nefertiti walked away, leaving behind two beauties and a choice. Her suggestion to spend the night in her house was the seed for what could be the ultimate encounter between the sexiest women on campus, so Melike and Erika now had to decide whether to water it with their rivalry or continue to postpone the inevitable.

“Well, I think it will be better for me to stay here tonight,” Erika said casually, licking her lips, leaving her glass on the table. “It’s a shame we won’t be able to settle what we started under the stairs before, but maybe some other time?”

“Oh, I’m gonna stay here tonight too,” Melike stated as she placed her glass next to the Swede’s. “Although I’m not very tired, so I guess I’ll end up wandering around this house while the rest sleep. Luckily, I’ll find something to distract me until the morning.”

“If I were you, I would be careful what one can find in a big house like this at night,” the Valkyrie threatened.

“Is that so?” The Amazon bit her thick lower lip for a second. “Then you better not leave your bed tonight, in case you come across something you can’t handle.”

Erika looked aside. Alisha was saying goodbye to her guests, and many of them were already heading out. Luckily, no one was paying attention to them, so she stepped forward, getting into Melike’s personal space.

“You wouldn’t dare try something here, in this place tonight, right?” the blonde quickly challenged, leaving behind the subtleties to close a deal with her dark-haired nemesis.

“Wouldn’t I?” Melike whispered, her eyes looking intensely at Erika’s. “Just tell me what time it would be most dangerous for me to go out for my nocturnal walk…and we’ll see what happens.”

Several young people passed by them, causing the rivals to take a step back. They were not going to repeat Emma and Maddy’s mistake, so they would make sure that everything remained just between the two of them.

“Midnight,” Erika whispered, and none of them needed more. With a defiant look, the Valkyrie left the Amazon there, both satisfied with knowing that in less than an hour and a half they would meet each other again. At last there was a place and a time for the definitive confrontation between the two striking beauties and, although they felt that their unavoidable fight should have happened an eternity ago, the reality is that it had only been two weeks since they met each other—an extreme, unambiguous indication of how incompatible the blonde and brunette were.

Chapter 10

Be Careful 

What The Night May Bring

There was absolute silence in the house. There wasn’t much traffic on the outskirts of Princeton, so only the occasional noise of a distant car reached the bedroom where Erika was staying. The Swede was lying on the bed as stiff as a board, staring at the ceiling while Maddy slept on the other bed in the room. The two friends had not spoken to each other when Alisha had left them in the bedroom, not even during the tense moment when, remembering how the redhead had chosen Melike’s boobs over hers, the blonde had decided to take off her metal bra in front of Maddy to sleep topless. After a look of brazen scrutiny on Erika’s naked pair, the other girl had turned off the lights, and both had gone to bed as if something had broken between them.

Stretching her sexy body under the sheets, the blonde thought about how much her life had changed in just two weeks: from being the absolute alpha female on campus to having to fight hard for the position with a newcomer who seemed to play in her league in every way. The fact that a woman could compete as an equal with her was already a shock, but the way in which the female rivalry between them was developing was even more disconcerting. Erika had already accepted that what was going to happen that night was not going to be a usual catfight, though. Sure there would be some slapping and hairpulling, but it was obvious that it would all come down to a dirty war of hot bodies where the ability to give and take pleasure would be the key for the final outcome. When all that was over, she would have an honest discussion with herself about her sexual orientation, but right now all that mattered was beating Melike, no matter what she had to do or how low she had to go.

The minutes kept passing slowly, very slowly and, as Erika kept thinking about her gorgeous foe and what was about to happen, she began to feel her body roasting under the sheet. It was not hot in the room and, dressed only in small lace panties and covered by what looked like the thinnest of all sheets, it was impossible that she was starting to sweat like that, but the reality was that the burning was coming from inside her. She couldn’t stop thinking about the intense dance the night before, or the sexual competition at Emma’s house, and found herself obsessed with evoking the passionate kiss and erotic battle of naked breasts that she had shared with Melike. What the midnight meeting would bring was full of variables, but with those spicy preludes Swedish beauty found herself envisioning every possible outcome to her match with the brunette. For two women so proud of their curves, it was impossible that there would not be rematches for their unfinished ass and tit duels, although feeling the way her vagina was throbbing and becoming wet in anticipation, Erika understood that there was only one real path to settle everything…if Melike dared.

Erika’s lusty thoughts were interrupted by a faint creaking of wooden stairs. Her heart began to pound with nervousness and excitement as she visualized the beautiful brunette descending to the street-level floor, away from the bedrooms. Don’t be stupid, she told herself, trying to get her arousal under control. It can be anyone going downstairs to get something from the kitchen, perhaps Alisha herself. But despite her thoughts, Erika pulled the sweat-soaked sheet aside and stood up, the moonlight coming through the window to shine on her statuesque half-naked body. Her suggestive, short costume was on a chair, and for a moment the blonde thought of wearing it again. If this was going to be a Valkyrie versus Amazon battle, it felt appropriate to appear as a Nordic goddess before the dark-haired girl, but somehow Erika realized that the time for hiding her stunning feminine virtues had passed. She even refused to cover her naked bosoms with the metallic bra, without caring if someone other than Melike could see her imposing glands. 

Finally, Erika slowly opened the door of the room, her little red lace panties remaining on her body as the last line to cross. The topless beauty looked up and down the hall, but she didn’t seem to see anyone in the dark. Knowing the danger of being discovered there, the Swede went inmmediatily to the stairs but, despite her best intentions of discretion, the wood also creaked softly at every step of hers. Damn! she cursed, realizing that whoever was downstairs must already be aware of her presence.

The sensations once she reached the living room were odd. It felt disturbing being in someone else’s house topless, surrounded by silence and darkness, in search and capture of the woman she hated. The blonde could almost feel the presence of the dozen people sleeping in different rooms of the house, and feel isolated at the same time. But, hearing another crackle at some unknown point on that floor, Erika was clear that she was not alone in that place.

With stealthy steps, the young girl moved toward one of the half-opened doors, not without first taking a quick look at the old grandfather clock that dominated the room. Twenty to twelve, she read. If it’s her, she was as impatient about this as I was. Pushing the door slightly, Erika found a small but spectacular private library. The room was narrow but long, with two huge bookshelves leaning against opposite walls. At the back, a window overlooked the outside, the combination of the bluish moonlight and the pale yellow color of the distant streetlights illuminating the room with a strange, almost supernatural glow. Somehow, the silence was even deeper in that realm of books. Erika took a couple of steps into the room, looking for signs of life in the few shadows of the library, but no one was there.

“Looking for someone?” The soft voice came from nowhere, yet everywhere. Taken by surprise, the blonde took a couple of seconds to react before spinning around, her blue eyes narrowing as an obscure figure emerged from the darkness of the living room and stood in the only exit of the library. Her curvaceous silhouette was unmistakable, but Erika had already recognized her by her voice: she had finally found Melike—or rather Melike had found her.

“More like, waiting for someone,” the Valkyrie responded. Believing she saw the outline of naked nipples on the brunette’s chest, she took a few steps back to allow Melike to walk into the dim light. 

“What’s this?” The Amazon entered the library, and Erika’s suspicions were confirmed as she saw her rival wearing just small black panties. “Have I humiliated you so much in class that you have to do a late-night review?”

Erika was amazed at the casual way Melike talked about her debates in class even though they were both topless in front of each other. But, seeing the way the Turk looked at her tits, she knew that all this was just a masquerade to hide her nerves—she felt the same way herself, in fact.

“Why do you ask? Maybe you want a lesson?” the blonde said. “I wouldn’t mind teaching you a thing or two so that the next day you won’t be so easily embarrassed in front of the whole class.”

The two foreign beauties took a step forward, closing the distance between them a little more. Melike looked down at Erika’s breasts again, the game of lights and shadows making them seem fuller and bigger than what they had seen under the stairs hours before. The blue eyes of the blonde beauty were focused on her naked glands as well, so she knew her decision to leave the bedroom half-naked had been the right one. After an eternity in the bedroom with an unknown girl sleeping in the next bed, the Amazon couldn’t wait any longer, the moisture in her crotch forcing her to go out and hunt a certain Valkyrie before the hour. Now, fortunately, the wait was over.

“A lesson from you? I can say that your sense of humor is the only thing that seems big in you,” Melike sneered, her eyes looking at the opposite boobs with calculated contempt.

“Oh, you think?” Erika grunted, grabbing her own glands. “Want to compare?”

“Why not?” The dark-haired girl placed her hands on her hips and stuck out her bosoms. “I don’t like to leave things unfinished, like before.”

“Me neither,” the blonde replied, copying the pose of her adversary.

The Amazon and the Valkyrie leaned forward and, before they knew it, their naked nipples met again, brown javelins against pink spears. There was still electricity in the contact, but this time there was also something that the girls could only define as magma—something hot, volatile, solid but somehow also liquid. Melike felt the moisture in her groin grow critically, uncomfortably, but took comfort in the soft tremors she felt in Erika through their attached nipples.

“Most people detest defeat, but you seem to like it because you keep looking for it,” Melike grunted, unable to restrain the venom in her mouth while her hot nipples faced Erika’s equally hot shafts. “It’s the only explanation for you to try something against my nips again after the whipping I gave them before.”

“I knew you had a shitty memory for your empty arguments in class,” Erika groaned as their thick milk ducts started to push tip to tip, both pairs hardening slowly but resolutely. “But you forgetting that it was mine tearing up yours a couple of hours ago is a new record.”

“You cunt,” the Turk roared softly, the hostility she felt for the blonde flowing through her piercing rods. “You couldn’t handle anything on my big tits on my worst day, while you on your best.”

Melike felt Erika’s response through their nipples. The pressure increased exponentially, and a surge of pain wrapped in a small layer of pleasure radiated out from the base of the Amazon’s areolas as she felt her long shafts slightly bending…but no more than Erika’s, the blonde’s pretty face twisting in front of the brunette’s in a grimace of discomfort and lust as the beauties seemed to enter into another stalemate—the umpteenth among their perfect bodies in those hours of madness and confrontation.

Without taking their hands off their hips, the girls kept shoving with delicate precision under the soft lights, surrounded by books and shadows. Some quiet grunts resounded in the library as the nipples finally reached their full hardness. Erika proudly noticed how her pink weapons no longer bent against Melike’s, but the Turkish beauty’s nipples now felt indomitable as well.

“Did you learn to fight like a dyke in Whore-101 at that cheap college you came from?” Erika broke the silence. She lifted her right shoulder a few inches to drill Melike’s brown cylinder with hers, but the brunette seemed to read her mind and countered the assault with her own shoulder movement, the thickest and longest nipples on campus getting stuck in that eternal point-to-point standoff.

“In my country, we eat pale blonde lesbians like you for breakfast.” Melike slightly rotated her torso to try to bend Erika’s rods, but the Swede intuited the trick and neutralized it with her own gentle twist of chest, keeping the nipple duel even. “Not even in your wettest dreams could you even consider being the alpha female where I come from.”

“In Stockholm no one would pay attention to a black-haired lesbian witch like you.” Erika bent her knees a little to catch the bronze-skinned brunette by surprise, but her rival did the same as their nipples maintained the same frustrating strong position. “In my old campus you wouldn’t even get to omega.”

“Well, it seems that the former alpha female of Princeton can’t even handle this not-even-omega witch,” Melike said ironically as she straightened her half-naked body to attack her competitor’s nipples from above, but again her plan met Erika’s quick reaction, causing nothing to change in the struggle for tactical advantage. “That doesn’t leave you in a good place, bitch.”

“Not former alpha female, you sow,” the blonde spat out. “The current and only alpha female, no matter how hard you try.”

“You’re not alpha at all since I entered the class two weeks ago,” the brunette snorted.

The words of one and another remembering what was at stake there intensified the battle, the aroused nipples pushing harder and pressing tighter without ever separating their tips. Amazon and Valkyrie were so physically, mentally and tactically in tune with each other that their fat milk ducts didn’t stop anticipating, obstructing and retaliating, all the desperate moves to find the best position to break through the other defenses being frustrated over and over again, Melike’s nipples blocking Erika’s, Erika’s nipples blocking Melike’s in what seemed like a perpetual impasse. For two women who never before that day had even thought of fighting with their nipples, it was incredible how expert they had become in that meticulous and disciplined art of war.

The situation became critical when sweat came into play. Feeling a growing smooth slippery sensation penetrating around the center of their dueling nipples, the young beauties left the feints and maneuvers to simply keep their tips together in direct and frontal pressure, the possibility of losing their mutual grip before having subdued the other nipples in that unspoken point-to-point challenge hovering over both of their heads. As the women grunted in effort, sweat kept accumulating in their big breasts, soaking areolas and nipples before raining on firm bellies and strong thighs.

“Fucking bitch,” Melike barked, her perspiring forehead touching her rival’s as both of them put all their hate and rage at the service of their nipples.

“Dirty slut,” Erika roared, her blue eyes burning in front of the other girl’s amber eyes while the two pairs of thick erogenous spears gave everything to get some victory—bent the opposing nipples, pushed them into the other breasts or any other humiliation that tipped the balance of their heated rivalry for the first time in favor of one of them. But no nipple gave way.

“You tramp, I’ve had enough of this crap,” Melike growled as she took the initiative, hugging Erika all of a sudden. “I’m gonna flatten you out once and for all,” she threatened, heaving her mighty chest forward and pulling the blonde into herself at the same time.

“Shit!” the Swede exhaled as the Turk forced the first truly painful groan of the struggle from her nemesis with a clash of firm titflesh that echoed in the room and beyond. Before Erika could react, she found herself being pushed backwards into one of the bookshelves. “Ough!” the blonde grunted, a couple of books falling to the floor around her from the blow. 

“Yours are mine, Valkyrie,” Melike snarled and, for a moment, Erika felt the shame of realizing that there was some truth in those words as her sexy boobs felt crushed against Melike’s solid breasts. “I’m firmer, bitch.”

In desperation, Erika grabbed the brunette’s arms and fought to free herself, but the only thing she achieved was to throw a few more books off the shelf. Melike’s tits continued to penetrate hers mercilessly, and even the raw tips of her foe’s nipples began to painfully twist and bend her steel-hard shafts. For a moment, it hurt her to breathe, so the insults she wanted to spew out were strangled before they got out of her throat.

It was Melike’s mischievous, arrogant smile under dim lights and sharp shadows that made Erika react. Determined to fight fire with fire and flesh with flesh, she wrapped her arms around the dark-haired girl’s torso. Then, grabbing her left wrist with her right hand behind Melike, she took what little air she could and pulled with all her might and despair.

“Oooh, fuck!” Melike moaned out as her beautiful rival matched her constricting embrace. Surprised by Erika’s strength, the Turk felt the other woman’s glands painfully compressing her naked breasts and, a couple of seconds later, her suggestive titflesh lost its dominance in favor of Erika’s stiff orbs.

“It seems more like yours are mine, Amazon,” the sweaty blonde boasted. Feeling that her pair was now in control by smashing the brunette’s bust, she used her powerful butt to push herself away from the bookshelf. Embracing each other, the beauties crossed the narrow room until Melike’s back bumped into the shelf on the other side.

“Ugh, you cunt!” the curvaceous Turk cried out as several more books fell to the ground.

“Feel how much firmer I am than you, you cheap whore,” Erika hissed, a cruel smile shining on her face as she felt her nipples taking revenge on Melike’s, the brunette moaning, shaking as her brown shafts were bent and squeezed by the Swede’s rigid weaponry.

It was a short but agonizing moment for Melike, a few more books falling off the shelf in her struggle against Erika until she could no longer bear the overconfidence in the sexy Swede’s face and voice. Gathering strength from her aversion and frustration, Melike decided to give what she was receiving so, like the blonde, she grabbed her left wrist with her right hand behind her nemesis. She then squeezed her classmate hard, and was rewarded with a sore groan from Erika.

“Fuck!” the Valkyrie cursed, taking a couple of steps back because of Melike’s impetus. Not wanting to be trapped against the shelf behind her anymore, she clenched her teeth and squeezed the other woman again between her arms.

“Shit!” the Amazon groaned as the two beautiful rivals stopped in the middle of the library, their arms surrounding the other torso, the naked mass of their fat boobs again fighting for space on equal terms.

 For a moment, it was as if time slowed down so much that it almost stopped. Both beauties exhaled their rage against the other pretty face with a soft, low roar that extended until brunette and blonde were breathless, their boobs swelling out to their sides as they would never have believed possible for such large and firm glands. Rolling their heads back and to the sides, each woman focused on inflicting as much crushing pain as they can in revenge for the mutual, humiliating flattening of tits, and another series of long, choking moans came from their panting mouths. Never before in their lives had someone hurt them so much—and the other woman was accomplishing such a feat with her breasts!

“Is anyone there?”

The unexpected voice stopped the female battle in its tracks. Looking at the door, both beauties saw with fear what looked like the light of a cell phone moving through the living room. The noise of the sexy topless match, with the books falling to the floor and the increasingly loud moaning, had not gone unnoticed in the middle of the silent night.

“Hello?” Now focused, the catfighters recognized Alisha’s voice. From the way the light moved through the other room, the hostess did not seem to relent in her search. “Emma, Maddy, I hope this is not you again.” The light moved towards the door of the library, and Erika’s and Melike’s hearts beat faster. If Alisha came there…

It was then that they both realized that they were panting—soft, irregular gasps that could not be hidden in the silence of the house. That was what was attracting Alisha’s attention to the library, and what would be the perdition of the alpha females on campus. Turning their beautiful faces toward each other in that dim light, blonde and brunette wished there was a way to silence each other’s breath…

Before either of them could restrain themselves, their mouths were already against each other in a suffocating open-mouth kiss, Princeton’s fullest lips sliding together as they had done a few hours earlier, in the morning. The belligerent lust that had driven their first kiss was still there, but boosted by the war of big breasts that both had engaged in during and after the party—shoving, sucking, squeezing, stripping—so they both immediately stopped pretending they were doing this just so Alisha wouldn’t catch them and sank their tongues into the other mouth as deep as they could. Tilting their heads to one side and closing their eyes, Melike and Erika felt each other through the passionate kiss, neither of them aware that the phone light had gone out and that their sexy black hostess was returning to the bed. They were completely alone on that floor again, with their naked tits crushed together and their tongues locked in struggle…and the whole night ahead of them.

Chapter 11

  Confessions

In The Silence Of The Library

It was as if two lovers were kissing after being separated for three or four years, as if the hunger for long, painful abstinence were taking over their bodies. But in the semi-dark room there was only hatred and jealousy, hunger for female supremacy, and two bodies that went through abstinence syndrome in the first second they were not in contact. The hottest women on campus opened and closed their lips in unison, hungrily licking every nook and cranny of the inside of the other mouth, dragging their tongues through their perfect white teeth, engaging them together in ways they have never done before with a guy. Continually moving their heads to find the best angle, Erika and Melike didn’t stop intensifying the kiss, their gasps getting hastier and hastier, their moans getting hotter and hotter. But, having learned their lesson, they both managed to keep the volume of the female encounter under control.

The passion of the kiss relaxed the hug as, in need of air, the girls unconsciously ceased to crush their naked boobs so hard to start rubbing them slowly, tenderly. There was still war down there, however, hard nipples meeting over and over again, stiffness against stiffness, as the sweaty titflesh stimulated each other, the four firm, seductive glands somehow conscious that nothing had been settled between them. As the two rivals deepened their kiss, they pursued more insistently the contact between the tips of their nipples, the obsession to bend the unbending pushing the females back into another conflict of hardness and stubbornness.

Almost five minutes after the first contact between tongues, both beauties finally broke the kiss with a burst of panting as the clock in the living room chimed to mark the arrival of midnight. Without either brunette or blonde being able to demand any upper hand on one of their battlefronts, they pushed their foreheads and noses together, momentarily exhausted after the long kiss, but still dangerously defiant. From head to toe, the young classmates felt electrified, the last social and moral restraints melting down under the flow of sexual voltage that ran through bodies and minds.

“Enough of this game, you dirty dyke,” the Valkyrie murmured, her stunning blue eyes locked with her foe’s while both women were gasping for breath face to face. “You and I can still pretend that this is just an ordinary catfight, but it’s clear that we’re both working this from a very different perspective.”

“I agree, blonde lezzy,” the Turk whispered back as her own animosity fed on the hostility that shone in Erika’s eyes. “I’m tired of pretending, of lying about what you and I are doing, and we want to do it to each other.”

“I know what I want to do to you, and what I’m gonna do to you.” The Swede pushed her mouth forward, and the two girls found themselves sucking on each other’s full lips for a few seconds before pulling them apart again. “I’m gonna fucking fuck you, Amazon, do you hear me?”

The brunette couldn’t help but moan as she heard her own dirty thoughts in the mouth of her nemesis. Hours earlier, Melike had accepted to follow that path of seduction and carnal desire to subdue the gorgeous blonde, and so she had acted since she had arrived at Alisha’s house: she had danced breast-to-breast with Erika, had flashed her tits to the blonde and had ensured that both pairs of naked boobs squeezed together; she had used her mouth on a nipple of the other beauty, and also against Erika’s own mouth. Not that she didn’t want to punch that pretty blue-eyed, pink-lipped face, or drag her by the hair all over the library, but her throbbing crotch didn’t stop telling her what was the real method to solve all that female drama in a really satisfactory, conclusive way.

“There’s gonna be nothing left of your little body by the time I’m finished fucking you, Valkyrie.” Melike heard Erika’s excited panting, and couldn’t resist forcing her tongue into the blonde’s mouth. She found the opposite oral muscle tangling with hers for a moment before both tongues withdrew. “You’ll feel in your own flesh who is really the alpha woman here.”

The sexy enemies groaned as they proceeded to grind their full breasts into one another. Erika felt her nude bosoms like they were on fire, erotic friction and plain-spoken threats making her glands hypersensitive.

“I’m the alpha here, and I’m gonna prove it to you before the sun rises,” the blonde spat out.

“Are you sure, bitch?” the brunette asked. “How many orgasms can your body handle?” Melike’s direct question made Erika moan, but also the Turk herself.

“More than yours can handle,” Erika replied with a whispered groan.

“So…why don’t you and I fuck each other until one of us gets dry?” The dark-haired girl’s voice was low, steady and seemingly full of confidence; there was also real hatred behind those words.

“Sounds like the perfect way to know who is right and who is wrong.” The blonde struggled to keep her own voice low and menacing in that environment of quietness, but also to return some of that resolute conviction the brunette had so effectively conveyed. “Let’s fuck here and now to see who is the dominant woman, you filthy cunt.”

The pink and red lipsticks came back in contact, and another hot kiss erupted between the girls now that the final goal was as transparent as the envy and loathing they both felt for each other. Pulling each other in tighter, blonde and brunette flexed their arms around the other slender, young body, determined to crush and dominate at the beginning of the sexual battle. Matched in weight, height and strength, the gorgous rivals staggered through the library, their tongues coming in and out of the other mouth, their breasts rubbing and squashing volume against volume. Erika and Melike were going to fuck as promised, but that didn’t mean they were going to be sweet and gentle with the opponent—quite the contrary!

The vertical duel turned horizontal when the Turkish beauty stepped on one of the books on the floor and lost her balance. Still hugged, the two rival classmates fell together to the ground with a thud. Wishing that the momentary noise would not again draw unwanted attention, Erika sat on Melike and, for the first time, the panty-covered crotches touched.

“Here we go, whore.” Melike took the initiative despite her position, starting to rub her lace panties against the blonde’s.

“Finally, bitch.” Erika replied as she moved her hips over the brunette.

The heat of their bodies and the excited tension of ther minds rose massively in just a couple of seconds, everything that had happened between them during the last two weeks and especially during the last twenty-four hours turning every inch of them into full erogenous zones once their sexes came into contact through the thin fabric of their panties. The Valkyrie and the Amazon lost control of their breathing and, after ten or twelve pelvic pumps, they also failed to keep control of their hips.

“You were after this since you moved here,” Erika gasped, feeling the seductive volumes of Melike’s pussy behind her panties. “Being fucked against the floor by a better woman.”

“Even with the top position, your sorry cunt feels weak,” the brunette groaned while she also made a mental picture of her rival’s fat pussy friction after friction. “I’m sure you’ve been waiting for someone to come to Princeton to teach it a thing or two about proper fucking.”

“I’m not a fucking rookie fucking pussies,” the blonde spat out. “Last night I forced Emma’s half a dozen times, and I didn’t grant a single orgasm of my own. Can you match that, bitch?”

“Oh, please, you cheap slut,” Melike sneered in contempt. “I didn’t cum once in bed with Maddy, but she had her fair share of orgasms. More than you got from Emma, that’s for sure.”

“You wish,” the beautiful Swede said as she grabbed Melike’s boobs and pinched her long nipples. The Turkish woman’s hands immediately took revenge by squeezing Erika’s heavy breasts and, seconds later, started working on her nipples.

The panties-clad cunt struggle intensified then, mounds and labia feeling each other through the double thin layer of lace. Despite their bragging about not cumming the night before, it was obvious that things were different at that time—they affected each other in a much deeper way, in a much more real way than what broke out between them and their redheaded friends. To the surprise of both girls, their crotches were already threatening to climax after been only battling for two or three minutes under the protection of their panties. Putting all their hate and strength behind their cunt and tit assault to humiliate before being humiliated, Melike and Erika wondered what would happen when inevitably the female competition forced them to lose their panties and confront their pussies totally naked.

Sweat completely flooded the bodies of the sex warriors as the first really critical resolution in their bitter rivalry was approaching. Humping and humping, black panties against red panties, Amazon’s and Valkyrie’s contemptuous stares never left one another, every sense of carnal survival staying alert for the first sign of sexual weakness from the opponent. It was Melike’s hyper-focused senses that suddenly felt an infinitesimal waver in Erika’s hot pussy, and the beautiful brunette didn’t miss the opportunity. The blonde groaned in shock and dismay as she felt the brunette suddenly turning her hips and assaulted her with a hard pelvic blow, only to find her back slamming against the floor of the room. Melike then took the upper position, this time making sure that her whole seductive body was in contact with Erika’s equally seductive one.

“You had your chance to fuck me into the ground.” The Turk surrounded her enemy’s well-built thighs with her own and started pumping hard. “But your ass is not strong enough to fuck a hot chick like me.”

“I already felt the supposed power of your ass on the dance floor, girl,” Erika moaned, feeling her heated cunt, flat belly and big bosoms rubbing against their aggressive counterparts in the other woman’s body. “It felt pathetic and weak then, and it feels the same way now.”

“Before the night is over, you and I are gonna debate ass to ass as we have debated tits to tits,” Melike challenged.

“Yes, please.” The blonde didn’t lose the reference to the tense class debates that had ignited their woman-to-woman conflict. “The debate in the nightclub was inconclusive, and I look forward to bringing it to an end.” Erika then hugged Melike’s torso, making both of them grunt as she crushed their naked boobs together again. “We haven’t finished the discussion about our fat boobs either, by the way.”

“Let’s discuss body to body, to reach a definitive conclusion,” the dark-haired Amazon challenged, sexually rotating her mouth in sensual circles against the golden-haired Valkyrie’s lips, just the same way she rotated her other lips against her rival’s crotch.

Pleasantly taking the bait, Erika kissed Melike, her tongue pushing against the brunette’s, tip to tip…and that was enough to make everything explode. Pushed far above the edge, the two beauties came hard, two weeks of sexual animosity turned into the hottest juices any of them would ever expel. Moaning mouth to mouth, Erika and Melike closed their eyes and surfed over the waves of pleasure as they could, their perfect bodies trembling and bucking under physical quakes.

“Bitch!” the Valkyrie gasped, feeling degraded because for the first time in her life another woman had succeeded in making her orgasm—and not just any woman. The only comfort she had left was that she had also been the first woman to make Melike come, and that had to count in all this sexual chaos.

“Bitch!” the Amazon replied, her disgust for the climax filling her insult with poison. She could not believe that crawling along with her nemesis into the most sordid depths of their rivalry had only served to find herself in another stalemate with Erika—in the end, one way or another, one of them had to emerge victorious from the eternal equality between their respective sensualities.

Using the last orgasmic contractions as an impulse, Erika managed to push Melike off her. The sweaty girls rolled over themselves and got up on all fours, just to find themselves facing their foe firm butt to firm butt, each classmate with her right leg stretched underneath the body of the other. The contact between asses was enough to stop the fight, the natural rivalry between their formidable buttocks arousing the jealousy of blonde and brunette. Looking over their shoulders, both locked their gazes with the opposite eyes.

“How does your pussy feel now that I’ve made it cum?” Erika asked first to try to gain some kind of psychological advantage.

“You tell me,” Melike groaned. “I felt a very hard orgasm in your cunt while I was riding you, if you ask me.”

“I fucked you even though you had gravity on your side,” the blonde replied. “And if you’re talking about hard orgasms, I just forced a big one on you.”

“Not as big as yours.”

“Bullshit.”

With a grunt, Melike cocked her pelvis upward, softly dragging her erotic ass cheeks through the Swede’s tight butt. Erika returned the gentle rubbing, her buns matching everything Melike’s behind offered: gym-sculpted firmness, eye-catching roundness and inherent seduction. At that moment, after having both proved that they could make each other cum against their will, the two classmates understood how critical it was to have the best butt in the room in order to prevail in the sex duel—the stronger it was, the better it would pump.

“Now that you have the guts to put again your ass against mine, let’s not forget that you scurried away rather quickly off that dance floor yesterday,” Melike growled, bringing to the fore the first physical contest between them. “Must be quite a feeling to get your ass whipped, since you seem to be looking for it again now.”

“If you had paid attention when we were dancing back to back, you would already know that cheap ass of yours is no match for mine,” Erika calmly countered, flexing the muscles in her solid, toned butt to show her point. “But if you want me to force you to come again, this time ass to ass, I’m more than happy to do it just to teach you what you didn’t learn last night.”

“You’re not gonna get one more orgasm out of me, you dirty blonde.” The Turk moved her right leg, touching Erika’s hanging tit as she opened her legs to give greater access to her pussy from behind in defiance.

“Treasure the orgasm you stole from me, you dirty dark-haired cunt, because that’s all you’re gonna get from me tonight,” the Swede grunted, opening their own legs to match a bold move with another bold move.

“Let’s see, Erika, let’s see…”

Bowing their heads to the ground and closing their eyes, the impressive girls licked their own lips and, without another word, began to rub their asses together, eager to make good on their threats.

The race to the second orgasm was on.

Chapter 12

Real Threats

Always Came From Behind

Again, a silence broken only by the rubbing of skin and soft panting surrounded Alisha’s private library. Erika and Melike had been on all fours for a couple of minutes, tenderly but determinedly matching their voluptuous asses together, and both already knew how long and intense this battle was going to be. Blonde and brunette felt their hot fresh blood pumping through their bodies as their proud buttocks moved up and down, right and left, with perfect timing—at this point in their rivalry, neither could deny that they were both made to fight each other.

 “That’s it…” Erika hissed quietly, returning to the trash talking that none of them could leave behind for a long time. “Take a good feel of the ass that’s gonna whip yours in this very room.”

“My ass is gonna fuck yours so badly that you’re gonna have to crawl up the stairs to get back to the bedroom,” Melike spat out.

“You wanna make me cum again, bitch?” the blonde gave her rival’s butt a firm thrust, the first of the night, and both girls angrily clenched their teeth to drown out a moan. “So bring a real fucking ass to this fight!”

“You dirty tramp.” Melike’s pussy began started again its escalation towards overheating as her foe pushed her buttons. “There’s only one fine woman’s ass here, and it’s not yours!”

The brunette’s buns crashed into Erika’s, and this time both young beauties groaned quietly at the hard impact. The beautiful and fit female bodies tensed and seethed, their firm hanging breasts throbbing in their chests, their nipples hardening pointing to the floor as they thought about how delicious it would make the other woman swallow her words once they beat the butt of the enemy.

“Fight me,” Valkyrie and Amazon whispered at the same time, and their rumps bumped together on mutual initiative. Grunting, the adversaries tensed their arms against the ground and let their buns rolled against one another, blonde and brunette feeling each other out, probing and testing aggressively what the other butt really offered to this dirty battle.

“You should have hiken that flabby ass of yours to the gym before you try to rub up against me again.” Melike arched her back to accent the firm curvature of her backside’s against Erika’s.

“You wish you had an ass as fit and strong as mine, Amazon,” the Swede said as she rotated her hips to brush resolutely their buttocks against Melike’s. “But don’t worry because when I’m done with your ass I’ll give you the phone number of a personal trainer I know to help you get it in shape.”

“Keep that number to yourself, Valkyrie, because you’ll need them when I crush your ass with mine,” the Turk replied.

Both women left the oral assault momentarily to focus on the competition, their bodies trembling at the eroticism of the touch as they pressed ass to ass. For a moment, the only sound Erika could hear was her own her heartbeat pounding in her ears, and not even the faint sighs with which she and her nemesis filled the library reached her attention. Struggling against the warm, firm pressure she had against her, she tensed her butt cheeks and was instantly rewarded with a soft groan from behind her, Melike’s strong buns suddenly giving up ground to her well-shaped ass.

“Ha, for a minute I thought this was going to be a challenge,” the Swede boasted. “If that’s all you’ve got, then I’m gonna flatten that weak ass of yours just like I flattened your fat tits before.”

“You didn’t flatten my tits, and you won’t flatten my ass,” Melike grunted as her solid glutes tensed and pressed back, forcing a soft moan from Erika. A few seconds later, her ass had already managed to even up the struggle, and threatened to take the lead. “Do you feel it, blondie? There’s nothing in your ugly body that mine can’t beat.”

“It’s not what I’m feeling, bitch,” Erika retorted defiantly even though her buns kept losing terrain. The blonde could feel the heat radiating from the Turk’s butt and legs as she pushed her hands harder against the floor to regain the upper hand.

“Ugh, you cunt,” the brunette gasped, her behind back to give way to the rival’s thrust.

Like waterfalls after torrential rains, sweat rained down from the girls’ fighting bodies as their robust butts shoved and rubbed against each other, the winning streak changing back and forth continuously. Melike bit her lower lip, tasting the mixture of her lipstick with Erika’s in her mouth while touching the curves of the Swede’s ass with her own, massaging, hitting and shivering until she felt an opportunity. At the slightest relaxation on her enemy’s behind, the Amazon shifted her hips to the right and gave a solid thrust, her left glute firmly parting the Valkyrie’s butt cheeks. Erika exhaled something between a gasp and a moan of discomfort and tried to flex her firm buns to close her cheeks back together, but Melike had already firmly wedged her tight left ass check into the blonde’s crack and, like a predator who had caught her prey, she did not seem willing to let go.

 “I warned you, nasty whore,” Melike taunted while dragging her left cheek vertically, up and down, humiliatingly parting the gorgeous Swede’s yielding glutes, Erika’s little red panties almost disappearing into her butt crack. “I warned you that if you left your bed tonight you would come across something you couldn’t handle. And here is your proof.”

“Lucky tramp,” Erika complained. Gruting and moaning, she took comfort in having her face hidden from Melike’s inquisitive, arrogant amber eyes as she imagined the look of sexual frustration and infuriation on her own face. But, aware that her foe’s assault put her own left buttock in place to counterattack on Melike’s ass crack, Erika knew that this was not over. “I’m still gonna fuck your ass.”

Mustering all the strength her muscles could offer, the blonde clenched her tight butt cheeks and, for her own pleasure, she heard a low groan came from behind her. Feeling Melike’s sweaty, meaty ass tremble with effort, Erika squeezed her strong left glute as hard as she could between the brunette’s butt cheeks and began to move it up and down as the Turkish beauty had done before. Melike kept moaning and shaking, Erika’s beautiful ass forcing her to yield with a good portion of sexual abuse and humiliation.

“What’s the problem, you whore?” the Valkyrie taunted, forcing the black lace panties into the crack of Melike’s rump. “It seems that, in the end, I am the one who is more than you can handle.”

“Keep dreaming, you fucking bitch, ‘cause I’m about to destroy your ass.” The Amazon clenched her teeth, took the filthy, mortifying onslaught on her imprisoned glute for a moment and, finally, gathered the physical and mental energy to fight back.

A long, desperate double groan resonated on the walls of the library and beyond as the two sexy beauties squeezed the trapped ass cheek of the other young woman in unison. Falling on their forearms, Melike and Erika grunted and sobbed, crushing each other for an eternal minute of sexual agony until, to the surprise of both rivals, a sudden, sordid orgasm erupted in Melike’s wet pussy. Erika felt the burning cumshot splashing her firm buns, and an exhausted guffaw erupted from between her thick lips.

“For someone who brags about not coming during a whole night fucking, you cum very easily, Melike,” the Swede mocked as she felt the other woman’s convulsions against her ass. Knowing of the brunette’s weakness, she rose again on her hands and, with the impetus of victory coursing through her body, she pushed hard.

“Shit!” Melike let out a frustrated moan as she was forced down, her naked big boobs crushing against the floor. With her butt still stuck against Erika’s and her pussy still pulsing with the last throbs of the carnal climax, she felt momentarily defenseless. How this fucking bitch did it? The Turk thought in amazement, still stunned by the unexpected orgasm. This assfight was turning her on a lot more than expected, so she had to learn to read her body’s signals better if she wanted to emerge victorious from the most important contest of her life—this was not just any fuck, because violence, hatred and jealousy were also sexual factors.

“Are you done?” Erika’s conceited voice reached the ears of the brunette. “Was two orgasms all your proud body could handle in the end?”

“Bitch.” With an angry grunt, Melike promised herself that that embarrassing sexual consummation would not go unanswered. “I’m far from done.”

With an impulse born of humiliation, the Turk got up on her hands with so much strength that she almost knocked Erika down. But the blonde resisted, and the two beauties confronted each other again on all fours, their left glutes sunk between the enemy’s well-built butt cheeks, the juices from Melike’s last cumshot staining the flesh battlefield under the soft lights in the room.

Simultaneously, as if both attractive girls needed it, they glared over their shoulders and locked eyes, amber versus blue. There was some frustration in the brunette’s gaze, and some satisfaction in the blonde’s, but in both pairs of dilated pupils shone the same message of animosity and unfinished business.

“Ready to cum again, Amazon?”

“This time you will cum, Valkyrie.”

Eager for revenge, Melike resumed hostilities. While looking into Erika’s eyes, she delivered a vicious grind into the crack of her ass. The blonde winced as an uncontrollable whimper escaped from her mouth, but she immediately forced a moan from deep in Melike’s throat with her own dirty butt scrubbing. Narrowing their eyes, and determined this time to see what their asses were doing to the other in the beautiful face of the rival, Swede and Turk struggled gluteus to gluteus, muscle to muscle, sexual will to sexual will.

“My ass has already proven to be better than yours,” Erika said, letting herself be carried away by the arrogance. “So stop trying and enjoy the fuck.”

“Shut your fucking mouth, you cunt, unless you’re looking for me to grab you by that blonde hair of yours and drag you across the floor,” the dark-haired girl whispered as her frustration and hatred fed back.

“I would beat you in a hairpulling catfight like I’m doing in this butt-to-butt fight, but tonight our dilemma is only sexual,” the Swede grunted, her hard glutes crushing Melike’s left buttock with vigor. “If your scared and want out, just say so. I promise not to gloat too much.”

The voluptuous brunette snapped when she heard Erika’s condescending words, when she saw the smug smile coming over the blonde’s mouth. Unable to articulate sound, she exhaled a groan as she pushed powerfully with her firm behind. Caught by surprise, Erika could not help but fall forward, her round tits crushing between her torso and the ground as Melike took advantage of her superior position to quickly move her own hips to wedge even more her left glute between the blonde’s tough buns.

“Fuck!” Erika bit her lower lip, but still whimpered against the floor as she felt her own ass muscles parting, her nemesis’ buttock pushing its way into the crack of her ass like never before.

“Does it feel like I’m scared, Erika?” Melike teased as she flexed her right, then her left butt cheek as tight as she could to mash the light-skinned beauty’s glute. “If yours is the better ass, then why are you the one crying?” she added, a wave of confidence filling her body and mind as she returned part of the humiliation that the blonde had given her before.

But the most important thing was still pending, so Melike proceeded to wildly grind her ass into the blonde’s. Temporarily overwhelmed, all Erika could do was moan as the sweaty, hot buns of her rival twisted and turned against her bottom until she was able to muster enough willpower to respond to the vicious assault. With a deep growl of effort and exasperation, Erika managed to push Melike’s hot ass back, her hands raising her body on all fours again.

“You whore,” she insulted, looking back at her rival’s eyes over her shoulders as the young females rubbed and squeezed their perfect butts together, Alisha’s library full of moaning and groaning.

To the shame of one and the delight of the other, one of the beauties soon surpassed the edge of her resistance and began to convulse. Melike felt Erika suddenly starting to orgasm against her firm buns, and can’t help but breathe out a cruel laugh.

“Feel it, Valkyrie, feel it,” the bronze-skinned girl exhaled as she shoved Erika’s shaking body back to the floor. “Feel your ass being fucked by mine, as you and I knew it was gonna happen.”

“Bitch!” the blonde moaned, her body weakened by the climax that still ran through it. “Mine fucked yours first!”

“Who cares?” Melike spat out, capitalizing on her victory by pressing her ass above the blonde’s.

How this fucking bitch did it? The Swede cursed inside her head, coincidentally echoing the thought that her rival had when she came minutes before. Erika could not deny the excitement in her body and mind as she finally faced her archenemy in a private one-on-one erotic battle, but she had felt she was in control of her arousal until, all of a sudden, her cunt had exploded. Squirming on the floor under Melike, she knew she had to learn fast to understand her body in that unprecedented, exceptional sexual circumstances if she wanted to leave Alisha’s house as the better woman.

“Are you done?” Melike’s smug voice mirrored Erika’s in revenge. “Maybe two orgasms is all your arrogant body can handle, huh?”

“You cunt, we’re just getting started,” the blonde snarled as she abruptly, hatefully pushed with her firm butt, her hands taking advantage of the floor for momentum.

Melike almost fell on her face, but her own hands kept her on her knees. Behind her, the brunette felt the two pairs of glutes finally, mutually release from each other, the wedged ass cheek slipping out of the sensitive, orgasm-triggering space between buttocks. Melike’s buns felt like they were on fire, and her left bun throbbed as if she had taken a beating but, beyond the constant trickle of perspiration that also coated Erika’s bottom, the Amazon could also feel the same heat and palpitations.

It felt strange after fifteen minutes of intense, non-stop ass fucking, but at that moment there was an impromptu pause in the action as the fiery female struggle had undeniably stolen more than just a couple of orgasms from each girl. The reciprocal humiliation inflicted by the woman they hated the most had taken away part of their narcissistic pride, and that was something that would stay with them for the rest of their lives, regardless of who won that sexual test in the end. But Erika and Melike had also lost along the way something they had believed to be immovable: their own sexual identity. When this whole dirty thing was over, neither of them could seriously maintain again that they were straight—not after what they had done to each other, not after what they were going to do to each other.

“You dark-haired bitch,” Erika said, she and her rival breathing raggedly. “You should have settled for me beating you in class every day, because you’ll never get over the way I’m gonna beat you body to body tonight.”

“Shut up, dirty cunt,” Melike gasped in this brief truce. “I can still feel your hot cum in my ass, so don’t dream of beating my body.”

Melike felt Erika’s buns firm up against hers, and she herself tensed her muscles against what she believed to be another aggression, but the blonde simply rose to her knees. Quickly, the Turk mimicked her adversary, and immediately she felt Erika’s wet matted hair press into the back of her head. A second later, the Valkyrie turned her face to her right side, and the brunette again followed her lead turning her head toward her.

“Your cum is in my ass too,” Erika grunted looking into Melike’s eyes, the reddened cheeks of both beauties pressing against each other. “And it feels so much hotter, because that’s how my better body makes yours.”

As if the mutual accusations intensified the aroma, a penetrating musky smell of female arousal filled Melike’s sense of smell. There it smelled densely of the orgasms already drawn out, but also of the wetness that heralded the next ones—the brunette didn’t believe that that feminine scent would leave the small private library for several days, remaining as a fragrant memory of everything that had happened within those four walls.

“My superior body makes you hornier than you’ve ever been, don’t deny it,” Melike grunted as a renewed sense of hatred and sexual rivalry transpired between the two classmates. “And I can prove it.”

Twisting her neck a little more, Melike plunged her tongue into Erika’s panting mouth. The blonde welcomed the invader by wrapping her thick pink lips around it, and both women moaned before Erika’s tongue counterattacked, her oral muscle crashing into Melike’s. It had felt like an eternity since they had kissed, so for a few seconds the sexy enemies melted against each other until the uncomfortable neck-breaking position forced them to separate their saliva-soaked tongues.

“You certainly get horny kissing me, Amazon,” Erika accused. “But I think you’ll like this better.”

Before she could ask the blonde what she meant, Melike felt Erika’s nails dragging up the back of her thighs until they grabbed and clawed her round buns. The brunette exhaled a pained moan that nevertheless vibrated with a slight hint of sexual arousal.

“What do you think you’re doing, bitch?” Melike blurted out, the provocative nails slowly scratching her cum-stained ass.

“Bring back memories?” Erika’s low voice called out as the minds of both girls were flooded with little flashes of the previous night. “Our first fight, on the dance floor, without anyone noticing the way I was clawing at your ugly buns…”

Melike moaned in pleasure at the memory, but immediately raked her nails up the back of her rival’s feminine thighs before grabbing Erika’s round glutes. Behind her, the blonde gasped halfway between pain and desire.

“I enjoyed every fucking minute scratching your ass at the nightclub,” Melike snarled. “But not as much as I’m gonna do it by whipping it right here and now.”

The sexy opponents started to openly hiss and moan as they worked on every inch of the other glutes with their hands, the hot rivalry that had united them for the past two weeks pushing them to continue battling until there was a clear winner. Turning their faces, the beauties kissed again for a few seconds, their scratchy, sweaty butts colliding together again and again as nails kept up the assault on firm flesh.

The escalation of violence between Erika and Melike eventually led to an explosion of tempers between them. The women threw their right hands back, above their heads, and grabbed the other wet mane. With a tug, both forced each other to stand up, their mouths gasping and moaning, their breasts bouncing on their torsos, their asses clashing together. Their sexfight turned into a catfight as the classmates turned to face each other, now both hands plunged into each other’s hair, golden and dark strands falling to the floor as blonde and brunette struggled, their pretty eyes filled with hate and determination.

“Bitch!” Erika grunted and, with the speed of a cobra, she slapped Melike’s reddened face. The Turk took the blow and, a second later, hit Erika’s sweating face with her own open hand. The resounding echo of the mutual assault reverberated loudly through the library…and stopped the fight.

Neither of them needed to say a single word because the footsteps in the distance spoke for them. Someone was moving on the upper floor, and there was no doubt what had attracted their attention. Melike and Erika knew that they had to get out of there right away—they would be out of luck a second time, especially if it was Alisha who investigated the noise again.

“Don’t separate from me, ‘cause we’re not finished at all,” Melike growled under her breath.

“I was about to tell you exactly the same thing, girl,” Erika replied bitterly. “Our bodies still have much to debate.”

“More than you think.” Melike said before peeking into the living room. Seeing everything clear, she exited the library followed by Erika. The almost naked beauties moved as stealthily as they could but, when they had almost crossed the room, someone started down the stairs.

“Here,” Erika whispered, grabbing Melike by the arm to bring the dark-haired woman with her inside a small broom closet. The Swede carefully closed the door behind them, just in time to hear two or three different voices on the other side. She tried to make them out but, feeling her bare big chest crushed against Melike’s heavy pair, all her attention was drawn to her nemesis.

In front of the blonde, there was pitch darkness; not a single light entered the hole of blackness that was that cramped, oppressive closet of less than one square meter. But Melike was right there, pressed against her, her hot breath kissing her bee-stung lips. Erika uncomfortably felt the pressure of some metal shelf on her back, but none of it seemed to bother her: in the way her nemesis and she were going to fight there, neither needed more space, or even to see each other.

“Let our bodies debate, Valkyrie,” Melike said in the darkness, and a rush of pleasure and anticipation coursed through Erika’s body.

“Yes, Amazon,” she whispered back. “Let them debate.”

Chapter 13

The Predator

 Lurked In The Darkness

After the short outburst of violence seconds before, neither Melike nor Erika were going to make any concessions, so they immediately got down to work, regardless of the oppressive battle arena and the people beyond the door. Their hands grabbed the sides of the other plump breasts, forcing even more pressure between mammary glands, and their thick lips, painted in red and pink, met again in another passionate French kiss. Although they could see nothing in the darkness, both still closed their eyes, letting themselves be carried away by the erogenous, heated sensations in mouths and boobs, their young bodies again reacting against their will to the skillful licking and groping from the other classmate.

The sexual conflict continued in the same terms for a couple of minutes, the women’s soft, restrained breathing barely escaping from hungry mouths as brunette and blonde devoured each other. In their crushed tits, their thick nipples hardened and poked into each other’s flesh, the firmness of the D-cup bosoms put to the test by the carnal spears but, above all, by the cruel nails that relentlessly lacerate from left and right.

“Trapped with me in a dark, cramped place like this,” Melike murmured before sliding her hot tongue in and out of Erika’s mouth. “What a reckless…”

“Your body can’t escape from mine in here,” the blonde replied with her own whisper, biting her foe’s upper lips. “So you’re the reckless one here.”

The Turk readjusted her body to try to relieve the scratchy shelf on her back, unintentionally forcing her nipples against the Swedish girl’s erect pair. The two rival beauties stifled the moaning inside each other’s mouths, but neither made any effort to break the stimulating contact.

“I’m tired of beating around the bush,” the brunette said. “So I’m gonna take it directly with my own hand.”

Melike’s threat became a reality a second later, when Erika felt her nemesis’ fingers in her red panties. Knowing what Melike was after, the blonde brought her own hand to the Amazon’s black panties, both classmates invading each other’s lace lingerie in search of the weakest point of the rival body.

“Let’s see what you really have for me down here,” Erika grunted softly as her fingers pushed aside the small panties to feel Melike’s wet, cum-soaked cunt.

“That’s it, you bitch, I want to feel your fingers in my pussy while I use mine to whip your hole into submission.” The dark-haired girl slipped her hand under Erika’s panties, and gave a gentle, teasing tug on her foe’s well-trimmed bush, her short pubes soaked with feminine juices. The blonde’s quiet grunt of pain was followed by an identical groan from the brunette as Erika returned the pull on Melike’s dark, short pubic hairs.

“Are you really ready to feel my fingers pumping inside your dirty cunt?” Erika asked in a hot whisper. “Because I know I’m more than ready to feel you inside me, slut…”

“Start finger fucking me, and I’ll show you how ready I am for you…” Melike’s low voice exhaled.

Feeling as if they were the only two women in the world in that oppressive darkness, Erika and Melike penetrated each other in unison and, with the foe’s moaning encouraging them, they started to rape the other pussy. The fire was immediate, the first invasion of another woman’s fingers into their sexes almost making them cum instantaneously, but both managed to keep themselves above the waves of pleasure, at least for now, as they felt the damp, hot depths of the woman they hated most.

“You got a deep pussy, tramp,” Erika admitted, two of her fingers slipping in and out of the Turk’s sex slit. “But it trembles like the weak thing it is.”

“Yours is deep too, but it can barely take my fingers inside it,” Melike replied as her middle and index fingers pierced the blonde’s cunt. “You dirty bitch.”

“That’s right, Amazon,” the Swede moaned. “I’m a dirty bitch, and you’re a pathetic sow who cannot compare with me.”

“I’m the dirtiest bitch you’ll ever know,” the brunette grunted. “And you will never forget the way I’m gonna fuck you, Valkyrie.”

Moaning softly, the young girls accelerated the mutual fingering, their panties increasingly stretched to the side, their hands more and more soaked in the other beauty’s juices. The heat radiating off their cunts electrified the acid air in the closet, the fragrance of horny women intoxicating Melike’s and Erika’s sense of smell—both were so aroused after only one minute of touching each other that it was already a race against the clock.

Melike couldn’t believe how fast Erika was able to make her horny, in a way that no man had ever achieved before, and not even her unexpected lesbian experience with Maddy could come close to what was happening on that hot, nasty night. She had been engaged in a close body-to-body battle with her bitterest foe for just over an hour, and she was about to cum for the third time. She hated Erika now as never before, but even in that instant she hated herself for how her body reacted to the other girl’s sexual assaults.

“You fucking whore,” she grunted, trembling from top to bottom as she began to lose control over her wet pussy. Biting her lower lip, the Turk tried to ignore the burning sensation of Erika’s cruel fingers reaching her G-spot over and over again to focus on the feeling of the slippery, soaked flesh inside her nemesis’ cunt. Erika moaned against Melike’s mouth, matching the amber-eyed beauty’s own gasps as the blonde’s pussy contracted and quivered around the invading fingers.

“You filthy slut,” the Valkyrie spat out as a sequence of fiery hot explosions raged through her almost-naked body. She knew she was about to cum, the third time that night, but she still couldn’t believe it. Melike’s ability to affect her body was beyond any previous sexual encounter in her life, even though it was hatred and not love that linked them together—and what Erika was feeling at that very moment was much, much hatred, for her rival and for her own signs of weakness.

To the surprise of both beauties, they managed to delay the climax for two, three very long minutes of fingers going in and out, throbbing pussies and restrained moans in the broom closet. But, in the end, one of the cunts couldn’t take it anymore, and the winning hand got smeared with a violent flood of strong-scented, slimy female cum. A defeated feminine whine and a joy-filled moan of pleasure mingled in the hot air that separated the fleshy mouths of the women, but they were both silenced by a desperate kiss that brought the dominant and the dominated together in that single-body climax.

But the sexual dispute did not give truce. While one girl trembled under the influence of the orgasm that crushed her body and the other quivered in the seismic waves that heralded the immediacy of her own culmination, the right hands kept pumping the other pussy—there was an immediate affront to avenge, and a chance to achieve a shattering advantage.

“Bitch…” The b-word came choked from Erika’s gasping mouth as the kiss broke for lack of air. She wanted to insult Melike more, but could only moan as she felt the rival fingers penetrating her hot sex over and over again.

“You…had…cum…” The brunette’s voice was broken by lust and suffocation, but there was a hint of pride in it as she had resisted the blonde’s vicious fingers long enough to bring her to orgasm first.

“You…now…” the Valkyrie whimpered, unable to shape the sentence. Feeling Melike’s tremors, she slipped a third finger into her pussy and kept up the fast pace, and her classmate’s breath immediately felt hotter against her sweaty face.

“Never…” the Amazon sighed in denial, but her astonishing sexual endurance immediately collapsed. A long-delayed orgasm erupted in her pussy, drenching Erika’s assaulting hand with hot, dirty female goo. Melike shuddered from head to toe against the blonde’s twin body, and her hand ended up leaving her opponent’s cunt. Seconds later, she found herself sinking her ten fingers into Erika’s hair, her forehead pushed against her rival’s as she tried to recover from the sexual culmination.

“Told you…” the Swede gasped as she also left Melike’s crotch alone and grabbed the other girl’s mane with both hands.

For a full minute, both gorgeous women shook with near exhaustion, lust and hatred, their lips opened wide to gasp against the other mouth. After all the dirty things that had happened between their big breasts and hard asses in the library, Erika and Melike had thought they were ready for anything, but the mutual masturbation had been overwhelming in that dark and oppressive battlefield. But even so, one of them had earned bragging rights.

“I hope you enjoyed my fingers,” Melike muttered as she gathered enough breath to speak. “Feeling your hot cum in my hand has been delicious,” she added as she pawed at Erika’s hair, spreading the Swede’s sticky juices all over her golden filaments.

“You came in my hand too, as you can feel,” the blonde replied, spreading Melike’s warm cum through her dark hair with her fingers.

“But you came first,” the brunette counterattacked.

“As you said in our ass-fucking earlier when you came first: who cares?” Erika gasped.

The truth is that they both cared—and a lot—but that did not change that it would be the last orgasm that would decide everything, and not who came first or even who climaxed the most. The carnal marathon would only end when the sexual stamina of one of them was completely drained and subdued, and not before.

“You care,” Melike accused. “But don’t worry about that, Valkyrie, because from now on the only thing you’re gonna care about is feeling how hard I will fuck your pussy.”

“Oh yeah?” Erika said quietly. “And how do you plan to do that, Amazon? Your fingers won’t make me come again.”

“I want to do it with my own pussy,” the Turk whispered hotly.

The blonde moaned in the darkness, and heard Melike do the same, her nemesis’ words ringing in her ears like the promise of a true resolution to their female conflict. The two sexy women had fucked each other pussy-to-pussy in the library before, but their little panties had prevented any genuine woman-to-woman contact. Erika was determined to make sure that this time there was nothing between them.

“I’ve already fucked your pussy with mine,” Erika mumbled in heat. “But this time we’re gonna do it properly. No panties, you bitch.”

“Do you want to feel me naked down there?” Melike asked. “If I made you cum when you were hiding your ugly pussy behind those red panties, imagine when we touch each other like that…”

“You cum at the same time as me then, but without your black panties, I promise you that you will come two or three times before you get a single drop of cum out of my cunt,” the Swede swore.

“You tramp,” the brunette grunted. “You better start pulling my panties down now, because I can’t wait any longer to pump pussy to pussy with you until I make you scream my name.”

“Pull mine down, girl, because you will be the one screaming my name when I’m done pounding your weak pussy into submission,” Erika spat out.

For the first time since they had known each other, both gladly did exactly what their nemesis demanded. Their hands left the other cum-stained hair to grab the rival’s small lace panties and pull them down. The wet lingerie stuck on the mighty thighs of the classmates, and both beauties leaned forward to keep tugging them downward. The movement caused their naked bosoms to squeeze together even more, forcing the girls to moan in pleasure and pain, but that last effort made the panties finally fall past the thighs to the floor. Erika and Melike kicked their underwear aside and, at last, faced each other in complete and absolute nudity.

In complete darkness, feeling the brunette’s hot breath against her beautiful mouth, the Swede found herself wondering what Melike’s naked cunt would look like. Her curiosity had not been satisfied by the rough, sexy lace-clad pussy bumping in the library and, for a moment, she even considered asking Melike to bring them both out of the closet to compare cunts in the dim light of the living room. But her dark-haired foe had other, more immediate plans and, before Erika could open her mouth, the Turk’s sex collided with the blonde’s sex.

Erika’s pussy instantly came—a short, weak, unsatisfactory orgasm, but an orgasm after all. Against her cunt, however, she felt the hot fluids of Melike’s own soft climactic ejaculation, her rival and she trembling against each other at the unexpected, harmonized sexual culmination. The faint double orgasm didn’t stop the girls, though, as they both began to pump powerfully at once.

“You fragile, pathetic whore,” Erika growled, gripping the other woman’s firm ass to reinforce her sex grind-off. “Cumming as soon as you feel my naked pussy against yours…”

“Says the dirty blonde who has cum against mine the moment she has felt it touch her useless cunt,” Melike replied as her hands also grabbed the Swede’s strong butt. “You are so weak…”

Erika decided to silence Melike in the way she knew best. Her mouth crashed against the brunette’s, and a hot, dirty kiss erupted between their full lips and thirsty tongues. But the decisive showdown was below, between the most desirable treasures on Princeton campus. Erika finally had her answer about what Melike’s pussy really was like, and she knew that she was giving the same direct information about her most private anatomy to the brunette. As they had felt rubbing against each other in the library and fingering each other in that same broom closet, both both had fat pussies, with thick labia and generous mounds—as had already happened with their big tits and round glutes, their sexes seemed perfectly matched in size and shape to fight on equal terms. Even their sexual bushes were equally trimmed, so that not even one of them could rasp more delicate area than the other in every cunt-to-cunt friction.

For long, stimulating minutes, the hottest beauties in the place pumped and rubbed in the battle for sexual supremacy that both had owed each other for the past two weeks, every pussy thrust met head-on by a crotch push from the rival. The strong glutes worked hard in the impatient, mercilessly humping, with both women still wanting to prove which one of them had the most powerful ass through their capacity to provide and propel. The all-out body war also extended through engaged mouths and crushed tits, the heated contenders’ tongues and nipples repeatedly, viciously raping their counterparts.

At some point in the intense contest in the dark, both girls felt the other hands grabbing their butts, the fingers digging their nails into the vigorous, stiff rear muscles as the tempo of the mutual sexual percussion gradually quickened. Melike began to moan more and more loudly against Erika’s mouth, her wet pussy beginning to throb alarmingly as she gyrated her hips to take every friction that the blonde’s hot sex inflicted on her. But against her body, she could feel Erika’s own weakness, the sharp gasps and tremors alerting that the arrogant Swede was suffering from the same carnal vulnerability as she herself was.

Breaking the kiss, the classmates drew in every bit of stale air that they could inhale in the broom closet before bringing their thick lips again together. Rivulets of sweat slid down foreheads and chins, down breasts and thighs, as the wet, slippery sensation of two alpha pussies were beginning to overtake the young rivals. Erika’s body went momentarily rigid as she felt her swollen cunt trembling intensely against Melike’s fiery pussy, her labia assembling like pieces of a puzzle of seduction and passion with the brunette’s. The blonde clung to the sensations coursing through Melike’s body like it was a life preserver as the bronze-skinned Turk stiffened and moaned against her, her haughty antagonist being shattered by the same internal quakes that she herself.

The competition to steal the fifth orgasm of the night dragged on for a couple desperate, agonizing minutes more, the girls gasping inside the other mouth from the devastating erotic contact between their two cunts, their heads starting to get dizzy from the lack of air in the closet. Both could feel their ass muscles starting to cramp, their knees starting to buckle, but nothing slowed down the sexual onslaught. Melike and Erika had earlier forced the first climax in direct contact between their impressive naked pussies, but it had only been a weak, tension-releasing orgasm—the one that was coming up now, hotly contested and intense, was the sexual culmination that really mattered to begin to truly prove which beauty fucked better cunt to cunt.

None of the competitive girls had that answer, not for now. When they were both seconds away from cumming, they fell against the broom closet door. Erika’s elbow hit the handle and, without any of them being able to avoid it, the door swung wide open. The Valkyrie and the Amazon crashed onto the living room floor, and survival instinct immediately took over forcing them to push themselves away from the body that was about to take them. Rolling in opposite directions, the young women gasped heavily like two fishes out of water, their lungs burning after the suffocation inside the closet. The wet danger of the impending orgasm faded slightly, but the lascivious enemies knew that these climactic flames could easily reignite.

Regaining themselves slowly, the girls got up on their knees and, eventually, on their feet. Luckily, there was no one in the room. The place was dark but, compared to the absolute obscurity of the broom closet, the blue-hued gloom allowed the rival beauties to see each other again. The copious sweat of both glistened in the soft moonlight coming through the windows, highlighting the feminine weapons that each perfect body displayed: the heavy hard-nippled boobs rose and fell on their chests with every pant, and the muscles in legs, arms and bellies looked tight after the exertion of the sexual catfight. But the eyes of both women were on the other cunt which, for the first time, showed itself without secrets.

“That ugly pussy of yours was about to give me its orgasm,” Erika broke the silence with a gasping demand, her gaze scanning the forms of the other sex with interest.

“What I felt was that your ridiculous pussy was on the verge of giving me its own orgasm,” Melike replied as her amber eyes scanned the blonde’s crotch attentively.

The college girls stepped forward defiantly, their throbbing cunts drenched with cum and juices. As both had felt during their intimate battle, the other sex was a perfect reflection of their own, whether they were comparing mounds or labia. Only their well-groomed but now cum-stained, tousled pubes distinguished one pussy from the other, with Melike’s dark curls opposing Erika’s blonde hairs.

“I’m gonna make your pussy cum in less than ten seconds, girl,” the Swede threatened.

“I’ll make yours cum in less than five,” the Turk countered.

“You…” Erika was about to slam her cunt against Melike’s when a light came on in the upstairs hallway. Perhaps someone was still looking for where those night noises were coming from, or someone had simply got up to go to the toilet. In any case, the beautiful rivals could not stay there.

“We need to find a place to finish this without any more fucking interruptions,” Melike whispered, her pussy throbbing as she stared at Erika.

“I wish I had you in one of the bedrooms upstairs, and give your pussy a lesson in bed, but…” The blonde’s blue eyes drifted for a second to the light coming from the top of the stairs.

“If we can’t go upstairs, Valkyrie, then let’s go downstairs,” the Turk purred. “Hopefully, there will be a mattress or something where we can test which pussy learns a lesson tonight.”

“Nice,” Erika muttered as she licked her own pink-painted lips, her sex pulsing under the mutual threats. “Let’s pick up our panties and find a way down.”

The hands of the old grandfather clock in the living room were just a few minutes away from one thirty. There were still several hours left before the dawn of a new day but, as Erika and Melike grabbed their panties, it was clear to both of them that nothing would be the same in their lives when the sun rose again in the east.

Chapter 14

Juices Of Women

 On The Gray Carpet

Like a descent into the hells of sexual rivalry, Melike and Erika made their way down the stairs, their skimpy panties in their hands, their hearts pumping hard under their chests, their crotches moistening with every step of their bare feet. A heavy door was waiting for them at the bottom as a prelude to what both beauties knew it would be the final battleground. After cumming four times—and with the danger of the imminent fifth climax stalking them—none of them had any doubt that the moment of victory and defeat was beginning to loom on the horizon of their female rivalry.

“After you,” Erika indicated, opening the door and letting the brunette through first before closing it behind her. The basement of Alisha’s home was smaller than both young girls had expected for such a luxurious outskirts house—a little room with exposed concrete walls, almost empty except for a few boxes in one corner and a couple of shelves of tools on opposite walls. A lone light bulb hung from the ceiling, shining brightly over the thickly carpeted floor in gray velvet, so the enemies could examine each other even better than they had done in the semi-darkness of the living room.

“I admit you have a great body, Erika,” the dark-haired Turk started with an unexpected compliment to her nemesis. “Busty and leggy like mine, as a real woman’s body must be. That’s why it’s gonna be such a pleasure to beat you.”

“Your body is hot too, Melike,” the blonde admitted as her own gaze wandered over the figure of the other beauty. “You’re the same curvy and fit type as I am, because that’s how top women are. So when I beat you, I’m gonna feel really fulfilled.”

“I’ll be the one who feels fulfilled when I finally send you, tail-tucked, out of Princeton, humiliated and defeated,” the brunette said, her words sending shivers down the spines of both women.

“So, that’s how it’s going to be?” Erika’s voice lowered to a menacing whisper. “The loser has to leave the college? The city?”

“Afraid the stakes are to high?” Melike sofly hissed.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” the Swede replied. “It will be delicious to go back to school on Monday and not see your face there.”

“For that you’ll have to outfuck this pussy with yours,” the amber-eyed girl sneered. “And that will never happen, Valkyrie.”

“Let’s put it to the test, Amazon,” Erika spat out. “Let’s fuck, your cunt versus my cunt.”

The panties fell to the floor and, without further ado, the front of the twin bodies of the alpha females clashed, their two pairs of big breasts meeting head on. The collision elicited a substantial grunt from both girls but, hidden in the basement behind a soundproofed door, none of them cared to be too noisy anymore. Not satisfied with just feeling again how firm the other boobs were, Erika and Melike grabbed the rival’s ass and felt the formidable muscle within them—now more than ever, they knew what perfect adversaries they were to each other.

“Your cunt versus my cunt,” the brunette repeated the blonde’s challenge as the young women brought their pussies together without hesitation.

A loud double moan resounded in the basement as both swollen cunts touched, the girls shuddering in ecstasy as they delicately rubbed their soft, lower lips against each other. A few seconds later, their upper bodies also came together, both rivals brushing nipples and lips slowly, carefully. Without having settled any terms of battle beyond challenging each other to get their pussies together, Melike and Erika instinctively began that final showdown with a duel of female seduction, aware that any hard pelvic thrust could bring one or both of them to the climax they had barely avoided in the broom closet.

Cautiously but resolutely, the beauties surrounded the other body with their arms as they harshly ground black and blonde pubic hair into one another. The brunette closed her eyes to focus on the wetness and tremors of the blonde’s cunt in search of a weak spot, but what she felt right away was her enemy’s tongue invading her mouth. Melike had lost count of the number of times she and the blue-eyed Swede had kissed each other, but she had to admit that the two of them had a perfect chemistry when it came to their lips and tongues. Too bad I hate her so much, she thought, sucking on the invading muscle before pushing her own tongue between Erika’s thick lips.

Not even two women as sexually powerful as the Amazon and the Valkyrie could sustain an extended erotic assault for such a long time without giving in to carnal climax. Many minutes and caresses had been accumulated since the last and weak orgasm, and rub uninhibitedly their pussies labia to labia in the lonely basement began to be too much for both beauties.

“Cum against my cunt, Melike,” the blonde ordered, her sex throbbing fervently as she began a psychological offensive as well. “I know that’s what you want.”

“You want to cum against mine so badly, you must be about to do it,” the brunette replied, her pussy as hot as her enemy’s. “Just let yourself go, Erika.”

“Just feel me and let your body surrender to the evidence,” Erika replied. “I have the sexiest, strongest pussy of the two of us.”

“Feel me better if you think that,” Melike moaned. “Feel how my pussy is a lot wetter and hotter than yours.”

“I don’t feel any of that, weakling,” the Swede gasped as she ground her crotch insistently against Melike’s. “But I can smell how hot you are for me.”

“What you smell is how much stronger my female scent compared to yours,” the Turk taunted, returning with intensity every pussy stroke that she received. “It’s the way my cunt tells yours who’s in control here, you tramp.”

Erika silenced Melike with another tongue kiss, the classmates moaning into each other’s mouths as their breasts, bellies and thighs accompanied the pussies to the erotic battle of female friction. For a full minute, gasps and groans escaped more and more frequently from between the girls’ sealed lips, more and more sweat pouring down torsos and backs, more and more moisture boiling in the dueling sexes…until the building climax could no longer be contained by one of the young women.

“Shit, shit!” Convulsing in the arms of her dark-haired nemesis, Erika sobbed out her orgasmic release as her sexy body stiffened, her strong fingers digging deep into Melike’s strong ass as she finally surrendered her fifth climax that night.

“That’s it, bitch, give it up!” the Amazon panted with joy, feeling the Valkyrie’s scorching cum squirting against her pussy. “You’re no match for me!”

With the pleasure that Melike’s juicy vaginal lips awakened in her pussy overwhelming her, Erika fell backwards on the carpeted floor. The Turkish beauty landed on top of her, their bodies—and cunts—still glued anxiously to each other. Melike kept pumping against Erika’s still orgasming pussy, and the blonde was forced to fight back with her own sex bumping.

“I’m far from finished,” Erika grunted, responding to something she knew that the arrogant Melike must be thinking at that dominant moment.

“I don’t think you…” the brunette moaned sharply before she could finish her threat. Something hard, wet, very hot touched her labia like an electrified weapon, and she could only close her eyes and barely suppress her approaching orgasm.

As Melike tried to regain her bearings, Erika managed to make their bodies roll—a second later, it was she who was mounting the brunette on the carpet. Feeling that stiff thing invading her pussy again, Melike could no longer resist her orgasm and gave in to it, a humiliating outburst drenching both sexes with cum as it had done seconds before her blue-eyed rival’s pussy.

“It seems that I’m more than a match for a cheap bitch like you,” Erika mocked, cruelly pumping over Melike’s palpitating cunt in that victorious moment. “I knew you couldn’t handle it when my girl went out to play.”

“Your fucking clit!” the Turk gasped, suddenly understanding what was going on: the insistent, rigid weapon she had been feeling against her pussy was Erika’s clitoris, the ultimate erogenous warhead in a dirty female conflict such as the one in which the rival classmates were engaged.

“Yes, my fucking clit,” the blonde purred, making sure Melike felt it over and over again in her damp genitalia. “Where’s yours, coward?”

Melike didn’t answer immediately because, as if the overconfident words of her opponent and the touch of the other woman’s clitoris acted as a call to arms, she felt her own clit emerging from her hood, harder and stiffer than she had ever experienced it before.

“Just come and get it with yours, slut,” the Amazon challenged. “If you dare…”

Both beauties readjusted their pelvises slightly in the mutual cunt humping, and their clits instantly came into contact. Feeling the full extend of each other’s sexual rod, the girls were unexpectedly crushed by a powerful orgasmic shiver—there was no possible defense as their pussies came again, even though they had already climaxed seconds before.

“Fuck!” the horny classmates howled at the same time, trembling against each other until Melike managed to push Erika off of her.

The throbbing cunts kept spurting female juices onto the gray carpet, but that didn’t stop the sexfight as the Valkyrie and the Amazon immediately threw themselves at each other and intertwined their legs to engage with the nemesis in a desperate scissoring, sitting clinch. Hugging each other, crushing their formidable, reddening tits in a mass of sexy sweat flesh, attacking nipples with nipples, Erika and Melike moaned against the other lipsticked mouth as their cunts rubbed together, the last pulses of orgasm pounding in the depths of their sexes as their clits met again, this time tip to tip, stiffness again stiffness.

“I’m gonna tear your clit to shreds,” Melike cried out with a hiss of vengeance and loathing, her stiff love button banging against her rigid counterpart in Erika’s soaking wet pussy.

“Not with that small, weak clit of yours,” the Swede grunted as her cunt thrust vindictively against her amber-eyed antagonist’s snatch, both fat, hard clits impaling each other over and over again.

The trib contest quickly, viciously approached its explosive conclusion, the moans and gasps of the rival beauties making obvious that both of them had completely broken down the sexual defenses of the other now that the erotic hot battle was fought with exposed pussies and clits. Another impending climax was growing within them, the third one in a seemingly endless chain of orgasms that the two sexy enemies hoped to survive for the sake of their pompous egos.

“Bitch,” one of the girls mumbled in the basement, or maybe both at the same time as sexual grunts mingled with almost unintelligible words. Seconds later, they tried to hook up in a heated kiss, but immediately their gasping mouths pulled back, neither able to get enough air in that desperate clitoral dispute.

Then, Melike came, an intense, dirty, agonizing orgasm detonating heavily between her legs against the insistent, piercing pressure of the clit of the busty blonde she detested. Her defeated howl, however, was not alone, as an equally desperate cry erupting from the depths of Erika’s throat joining hers just a couple of seconds later, the Valkyrie bursting in her own obscene climax against the Amazon’s fiery clitoris.

With their sticky juices mixing again, Melike and Erika fell on their backs, but their quivering cunts held together, none of them willing to let go of their prey in that desperate female trib scissors, both of them still humping together to subdue and tame the other labia and clit.

“You pathetic cunt,” Erika said, looking intensely at Melike, the length of both their shaking sweaty bodies now separating their mouths. “Your clit doesn’t play in the same league as mine,” she added with nasty pride. Their pussies had come within two seconds apart, but the blonde felt that slight advantage served her to claim that she was winning the anxious, decisive clit duel.

“Nothing in your ugly body plays in the league of mine,” the brunette stated as pressed her throbbing clit against Erika’s. “I’m gonna beat your little thing, you dirty whore.”

“It’s bigger than yours, Amazon,” the blonde argued.

“You wish, Valkyrie,” Melike replied.

With their hands on the carpet, the classmates tilted their pelvises to meet each other’s crotch thrust, their beautiful faces grimacing in pain and pleasure in that non-stop clit-to-clit fuck. Soon Melike had her revenge, forcing Erika to cum against her will, her rival’s sex shattering under a furious, burning climax that made the blonde’s whole body tremble from top to bottom. But even in her joy, Melike could not withstand the Swede’s persistent clit for more than a moment longer, and ended up bursting into her own dirty sexual culmination, evening the orgasmic score between the stunning competitors again.

“What’s wrong, slut? Your inferior clit can’t stand touching mine, huh?” Melike gasped. Even though their warring pussies were spitting cum into each other, she felt she had the winning edge by forcing Erika first that time.

“Mine is making you come all over the place, so shut up, you tramp,” the blonde grunted.

“Make me!” the Turk challenged.

“Gladly!” the Swede replied.

With their thighs still intertwined, Melike and Erika pulled themselves up to a sitting position and began kissing uninhibitedly, all the passion of the last orgasms exchanged with long aggressive licks and furious bites. There was a bit of hairpulling, and a clash of heavy hard-nippled boobs that evoked the first hostilities of the night, but all that was decisive was still further down, in the crotches of the two young beauties.

“Guys love it when I do this,” Erika gasped as she nibbled Melike’s red lips, but the brunette soon realized that was not what her rival was referring to. Suddenly, her thick, hypersensitized clitoris received its own bite from Erika’s more dangerous lips, the other girl’s labia enveloping it in tight grip.

“Oh, fuck!” the bronze-skinned woman, the clit squeeze sending her immediately beyond her waning sexual stamina could bear. Another orgasm detonated in her tender pussy and, before she could avoid it, she found herself falling on her back—her clitoris escaped from the Swede’s labia, but that didn’t stop the other beauty from riding her.

“I’m gonna end all this drama here and now, you bitch,” Erika threatened as she began to pump hard pussy to pussy against Melike, her nipples stiffening even more at the sight of her rival at her mercy.

“I’ll never let a cheap whore like you beat me,” the brunette defied, pushing roughly her clit against her antagonistic counterpart.

“Please, you’re gonna…” The blonde closed both eyes and mouth before finishing her sentence and, just a second later, she began to tremble uncontrollably. In an act of perfect payback, Melike had just caught her clit with her own labia. “Shit!” Erika gasped as the other girl squeezed her sexual spear without mercy.

“Taste your own medicine,” Melike taunted, tightening the muscles of her sex until, almost immediately, Erika came against her pussy, the hot liquid splashing on already cum-filled female flesh.

With a low growl, Erika managed to free her long clit from the vicious vaginal trap, but her momentary vulnerability was exploited by Melike to change positions and mount her. The soaked pussies bumped noisily together, clitoris to clitoris once again, and a frantic, impulsive fencing bout erupted between the hard carnal stilettos.

“Just surrender,” Erika moaned, giving as much as she was receiving before managing to push Melike aside and take the top position. “Just surrender and get out of town.”

“You’re gonna leave Princeton for good once I smash your clit,” the Turk groaned as her sex rubbed against the Swede’s desperately. Then, with a groan of effort, she succeeded in making the two of them roll over to regain the upper position.

The two horny classmates continued to struggle to ride their opponent without stopping to make their clits collide, but that one was a short battle—not even a minute had passed when both beauties screamed after a particularly hard impact between their thick sexual spears. Their exhausted cunts came again and, unable to endure that orgasmic draining any longer, Valkyrie and Amazon pushed each other away from each other.

Calm arrived in the basement. Lying face up, the warring women moaned and gasped softly, the sweat covering their exhausted bodies with two or three layers of perspiration that glistened in the light of the room. Closing her teary eyes for a moment, Erika couldn’t believe her pussy wasn’t feeling Melike’s hot, spicy cunt compressed against it, as it had been for the past…ten minutes? The war between naked pussies and fat clits had been so chaotic and hysterical that until that very moment Erika had not realized how short it had been. Only ten fucking minutes, she thought in shock, incredulous that they had both ejaculated six times in such a short time. Nothing that had happened that night seemed real, and the pretty blue-eyed blonde kept marveling at how many firsts she was experiencing in the last few hours—her first titfight, her first ass battle, her first masturbation duel, her first orgasm given to another woman—but nothing could compare to cumming more times in ten minutes than she had ever done before in an entire night. She had not even considered her body capable of withstanding anything like that. Erika knew that having let her dark-haired archenemy steal so many orgasms from her was nothing more than proof that she had failed to defend her own carnal honor but, at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel proud of herself for having endured it—even if barely.

With a moan, Erika slowly rose to her knees. A couple of meters away from her, Melike was doing the same thing. The blonde didn’t need a mirror to know that the fatigued, wild look of the Turkish beauty was a reflection of her own appearance at that post-multiorgasm moment of peace. All around both girls, the nasty, evenly matched sexual battle had left its war marks in the form of slimy, whitish juices of woman here and there.

“It has been intense,” Erika confessed.

“Really intense,” Melike accepted. “Had enough?”

“Not even close,” the blonde replied. “You?”

“No,” the brunette denied.

Erika grabbed her own boobs, feeling the weight of her glands and the stiffness of her nipples in her hands. Looking into Melike’s amber eyes, her tired pussy throbbed. She knew it was going to be a very long night.

Chapter 15

And The Dawn

Brought The Queen Of Hearts

Twin orgasms exploded in the beautiful faces of both women, filling their lips and tongues with female nectar in the epilogue of the 69 contest that had kept them engaged for much of the last hour. Melike cursed not having taken what she had thought had been a definite advantage after earlier forcing a series of climaxes from Erika’s body in a passionate pussy-to-pussy fuck in the corner of the basement, but at least she took comfort in the fact that she had survived the orgasmic beating the blonde had given her when they had hooked up in a tribbing conflict against the door of the room. That bittersweet thought was the last one she had before falling unconscious, her mouth still against Erika’s hot, soaking wet sex.

For the fourth or fifth time that night, the place was completely silent as the rival beauties collapsed in exhaustion at the same moment. As stubborn and competitive as the girls were, they always woke up to get entangled in another competition of bare bodies where they forced each other into a destructive succession of orgasms before succumbing again to sleep. It was impossible for them to know how long they were both knocked out at a time, but it was always the dense musky odor of the enemy’s pubic regions that brought them back to the real world, the steamy atmosphere of erotica arousing desire and hatred in the Amazon and the Valkyrie.

There was no limit to what the brunette and the blonde did to each other as they devoured tits, raped clits with nipples and even had a long, agonizing fisting session from which both classmates emerged utterly defeated. There was also a small outburst of violence as Erika humiliated Melike in a standing fuck against one of the metal shelves in the room, the blonde-haired pussy forcing orgasm after orgasm out of the dark-haired pussy until the Turk started to use their fists against the Swede and Erika responded in kind. But Melike wasn’t the only one to lose control, as her nemesis, unable to take any more of the intense chain of ejaculations that the brunette’s cunt was triggering by fucking her against the floor at one point of the night, started pounding her big breasts like a boxer hitting a punching bag. Melike returned each blow until the beauties, sore and exhausted, came back to sex by fingering each other in the center of the basement.

The all-out sexual war continued in that haze where reality and dream blurred until they found themselves waking up in each other’s arms, lying on their sides. It was impossible to know how much night was left in the depths of Alisha’s house, but it really mattered little, since it was undeniable that none of the young women could keep the sexfight up for much longer.

 “Have you ever come so much while fucking?” Erika suddenly asked, her voice broken by fatigue.

“No, never,” Melike confessed with her own exhausted voice. “No man has ever gotten more than three or four orgasms out of me in one night, and Maddy didn’t even make me come once.” The gorgeous brunette licked her lips as she looked into the depths of the blonde’s blue eyes. “What about you?”

“How many times have we come throughout the night? Fourty? Fifty?” The attractive Swede shook her head. “No, I’ve never had a man do anything like that to me, never more than three or four orgasms in the best of nights. And Emma didn’t even get one.” Erika narrowed her eyes. “This is the longest, hardest fuck of my life, and I’m having it with someone I deeply hate, what would be hilarious if this weren’t a fight with so much at stake.”

“Hate and jealousy have pushed us into this once-in-a-lifetime fuck, that’s right,” the Turk said. “It’s been hours of screwing, you and me, and I don’t think it’s gonna be long before dawn, but we are both too proud to leave it here, unfinished and unsettled, so I ask you: can you take any more orgasms?”

“I can go on,” Erika stated with a fatigue but also with confidence. “I have at least one more orgasm in the chamber, if you can get it out of me before the people in the house wake up.” The blonde bit her fleshy lower lip. “Are you already dry or is there something waiting for me inside you?”

“One more, I think.” Melike observed her foe’s face closely, contempt mingling with amazement at how similar their facial features were despite the difference in color of eyes, hair and skin—an amazement she felt would never go away. “It’s gonna be close, isn’t it?”

“Considering everything that has happened this long night, yes, whoever wins this sexual duel will do so by just a few seconds of difference,” the stunning golden-haired girl conceded. “Neither you nor I have been overpowering the other long enough to claim the upper hand in the fight, so this final fuck will be no different.”

“I agree,” the beautiful Turk gasped. “That’s why victory will taste better when I fuck your cunt once and for all.”

“It’s gonna be mine fucking yours one last time, I promise you,” the blonde crowed.

“Never,” Melike grunted back. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Erika whispered.

The Amazon threw her face forward to lock mouth to mouth with the Valkyrie but, to her surprise, Erika avoided the kiss. Instead, she pushed Melike’s chin back with one hand and, with the other, grabbed the Turk’s left tit. Before she could react, Melike felt Erika’s plump lips closing over her nipple, the erect weapon stiffening even more under the sudden oral assault.

“Bitch,” Melike moaned as her nude body writhed with pleasure. Looking down to watch the lustful blonde sucking her sensitive hard nipple into her mouth, the brunette felt already the telltale fluttering in her belly starting, a clear warning that the final orgasm that her pussy stored in the depths of her vagina was beginning to take shape.

Seizing the moment, Erika gently pushed Melike, mounting her almost delicately. The girls’ cunts came together again as the blonde rubbed her whole body against Melike’s with slow, firm strokes.

“Can you feel my sexy body over yours?” Erika hissed, moving her head away from Melike’s boob to lick the lips of her foe. “Can you feel mine taking yours, alluring yours?”

“Whore,” Melike grunted, her body timing with the unhurried rhythm imposed by the other girl. “After all we’ve done, is this how you want to finish? A soft, sweet fuck?”

“Is that a problem, sow?” the blonde gave another lick on Melike’s full lips, and received another in response. “Afraid that my seduction overwhelms yours?”

“I’m gonna give you a lesson in seduction, you tramp.” The Turk wasted no time in gently pulling Erika’s hair to reveal her neck and start sucking on it. The Valkyrie moaned with ecstasy before losing the position and be pushed under the Amazon.

“You cunt,” Erika hissed, her flesh starting to heat up again as she took her nemesis’ mouth on her neck, Melike’s pussy on her own. The Swede knew her body well enough to know that what was growing inside her would be definitive if she did not manage to get ahead of her rival and blow her up first.

“Do you feel me, girl?” Melike mocked, her mouth now searching for her rival’s face to kiss Erika’s chin and cheeks. “You know my body is taming yours, conquering yours, right?”

“Bitch, I don’t feel anything like that,” the blonde hissed just before locking her mouth with Melike’s in a deep tongue kiss.

After hours of fucking, the bodies of the females knew each other as they had never known another body before. With a carnal harmony that every lover in the world would want to have, the girls kept rolling on the cum-stained carpet, rubbing breasts and pussies in perfect synchronicity, their hungry tongues licking necks, mouths and tits, their vicious fingers pinching nipples gently, squeezing buns with lust. The gasps of ragged, excited breaths echoed off the walls of the basement like an insistent but seductive melody, moans of pleasure and grunts of exertion completing the song of the battle for female supremacy.

At one point in the evenly matched battle, one of the beauties seemed to take control. Erika felt a certain anxiety as Melike’s heated, sweaty body managed to immobilize hers for too many seconds, the Turk’s long clit grinding her love nub with such skill that the blonde thought she was going to come at any moment. Looking deeply into the brunette’s eyes, Erika shook her pelvis to increase the tempo of the fuck, and Melike joined her hurried pace immediately with her own defiant stare.

“When we first locked eyes in class, did you think it would end up like this?” the Amazon asked, the arousal of her voice sounding like celestial music to Erika’s ears. “With me screwing you clit to clit?”

“I thought you were a stuck-up whore who had made the mistake of her life by coming to my class to challenge my position,” the Valkyrie grunted. Gritting her teeth for a moment, she endured the tremors of her vagina with difficulty. “And of course I knew that you and I would end up having to fight against each other in one way or another, although it was a pleasant surprise that it was with my clit screwing yours, like it has been all night long.”

“I thought that blonde slut who looked at me like she was the alpha female of the place was going to pay for standing in my way. That’s why I wanted to fight you from the very first moment,” Melike gasped. “I love that we’re doing it this dirty way because, when my clit beat your clit, I’ll get all what I want.”

For an instant, both Melike and Erika believed that the brunette was really going to get what she wanted, the blonde convulsing more and more violently under the seductive body of her nemesis in that raw struggle of clitoral contact. But in the Swede’s most desperate moment, her haughty pride and the refusal to lose to the woman she hated drove her into action. Aware that she had to break free from the brunette or she would lose everything, she plunged her hands into Melike’s silky, damp hair and, pushing with all her body and anguish, managed to roll on top of her foe.

For the umpteenth time in that everlasting night, the advantage changed sides. With gravity working in her favor, Erika’s clitoris began to pound Melike’s with fast and hard blows. The Amazon felt for a moment unable to take it, but her cunt was able to finally react and begin to return each thump, each friction. But looking into Erika’s blue eyes, Melike knew that this was going to be a futile resistance—the orgasm that was growing inside her was not far away from exploding, and it seemed that nothing could stop it.

“This is for trying to outdance me last night on the dancefloor, for trying to outdo me in fucking at Emma’s house,” the blonde hissed as she enjoyed every satisfying moan she forced from Melike’s throat. “For thinking you looked better than me in your pathetic shitty Amazon outfit and for really believing that your body could fuck mine.”

“I look much better than you in your ugly Valkyrie outfit,” the Turk defiantly even though she was having a hard time not cumming right there. “And I’m a thousand times better at dancing and fucking than you, that’s for sure.”

“I’m gonna fuck your clit now so hard you won’t even dare to think of a lie like that ever again,” Erika boasted. “I’m gonna end you here and now and then I’ll get what I deserve.”

Melike’s despairing moans increased in pitch and volume as Erika began sucking and biting on one of her nipples again. The brunette arched her back and squealed with ecstasy, her sore cunt on fire under the insistent pressure of Erika’s pounding sex. Grabbing her golden mane, Melike pulled her enemy away from her nipple to stare into her eyes.

“Go ahead, you bitch, I can take it!” the dark-haired girl groaned, but her challenge sounded hollow. She was about to ejaculate for the last and final time, and only her eyes locked with Erika’s in a hate-filled stare maintained a real defiance in those last seconds of the hours-long sexfight.

“Come on, weak cunt, we both know this is the end,” Erika panted, licking Melike’s lips as she made sure to grind her pussy firmly against Melike’s crotch, always clitoris against clitoris. “My body has finally fucked yours.”

“I’m gonna drag your sorry ass out of town,” the sexy Turk moaned, but her body kept melting against Erika’s. It was only then, in those final seconds of the carnal match, that Melike’s right hand acted on instinct.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…” Erika murmured, closing her beautiful blue eyes as she felt the sneaky, cheating attack from the other woman. Taking her completely by surprise, her opponent had dragged her wet fingers up the crack of her firm ass and, for the first time all night, her anus was violated by Melike’s hand—it was amazing that it hadn’t happened sooner, given all the dirty things they’d both done to each other throughout the body-to-body fight, but that made it even more effective.

The Valkyrie roared aloud as her pussy started to come against the Amazon’s clit with such fury that her burning alone forced Melike to climax three, four seconds later. Both cunts squeezed and shuddered through the crashing waves of pleasure as the blonde’s and brunette’s bodies convulsed as never before, Erika’s on top of Melike’s. In a last act of rebellion, the brunette pushed with both hands on the shoulders of the blonde, and exchanged positions with Erika before feeling completely drained and collapsing on top of the Swede.

Both sexual warriors hugged each other, their belly muscles constricting involuntarily, their tender, spent cunts tightening and spitting out the little cum that was left inside them. On the verge of falling into unconsciousness again, the rivals closed their eyes and moaned faintly mouth to mouth as both felt Erika’s beaten pussy being suctioned and split open by the last muscular effort of the brunette’s shredded cunt. As they had predicted, the sexual battle had been resolved in the tightest of margins possible, but from what both felt in their crotches at that moment, neither had any doubts about who had won. Even so, it took five long minutes before it could be said aloud.

 “Well, Valkyrie,” Melike finally managed to gasp, her voice broke as she opened her eyes to meet with hatred and fury in the depths of the other girl’s blue gaze. “I guess we know who the better woman is now.” 

Erika’s eyes narrowed, the fire of animosity flashing in the Nordic woman’s dilated pupils. But instead of responding with words, she slowly pushed her tongue into Melike’s mouth. The brunette moaned, and brought her own tongue to the unexpected duel. For a moment, the girls licked each other, but neither had the strength to continue for more than ten seconds.

“Nice try, bitch,” Melike whispered at her nemesis’ desperate attempt to reignite things between them. “But this is over. I’ll consider this whole matter between us closed once and for all, so I expect you to be gone off campus and out of town by the end of next week. Have I been clear enough?”

Erika remained silent, simply glaring at Melike with some kind of cold determination. The Turk detested that her arrogant antagonist didn’t admit what had just happened, so she instinctively pushed her cunt against Erika’s again. The two classmates whimpered as they felt their now soft clits touching each other, the depleted sexual weapons quickly hiding under the hoods of skin, too beaten for another skirmish.

Pulling herself together as best she could, Melike separated her body from her rival’s, her wet bronze skin peeling away from Erika’s wet light skin. Then she slowly sat up, and looked down at the busty body that she had just barely conquered, so similar to hers that it was almost disturbing. Melike felt some frustration knowing that, despite the very long fight, neither of them could claim to have proved who had the best tits, the best ass or the best legs—not even which pussy or which clitoris was the best, in fact, since only a dirty attack at the very last moment had decided who came out of the basement as the superior woman.

Standing up, Melike decided that it only mattered that she had won the orgasmic marathon, and nothing else. She was on her feet, and Erika was not, so that was all the proof she needed to know that her body was superior to Erika’s, curve to curve. Still, she wanted one more evidence, something to remind her of her narrow but glorious victory. Bending down, she picked up her own black panties, but also the blonde’s red ones as a trophy. Satisfied, the brunette turned to leave that hot arena of combat behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she took one last look at the vanquished Valkyrie, her magnificent, glistening chest rising and falling as she gulped air. Some pussy fluid coated Erika’s inner thighs and lower abs, but even more was all around, all over the carpet, all over the room—the profuse cum of two dominant women.

“See you never, Erika Norberg,” Melike said, closing the door behind her before starting to climb exhaustedly up the stairs.

To her surprise, the first light of day awaited her in the living room. As if she needed to know that this was real and not a hallucination, Melike looked at the old grandfather clock. Ten to seven in the morning! Holy shit! she screamed inside her head. She could not believe that she had started her erotic contest of bodies with Erika shortly before midnight and that it was not until now that they had finished the battle.

“Well, what matters is that the issue has been resolved…” the Amazon murmured as she dragged her weary body up the stairs in search of her bedroom before anyone saw her in that state. “At least, I hope…” she added. Given the blonde’s vicious drive and the close resolution of their sexfight, the gorgeous Turkish beauty had some doubt about anything being finally over between her and that curvy Valkyrie.

The End?

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