The Beach House

Dana charged her. Holly swung, but her fist glanced off Dana’s head and went over her back as Dana’s shoulder rammed into her chest. They both hit the floor hard, hands in each other’s hair in a flash, pulling hard. They catballed, and then Holly was on top. Her elbow came up and she punched down hard into Dana’s stomach.

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The Beach House Finale

Only the sound of their heavy breathing hung in the air.  I just held my breath.

At last Marcy spoke.  “I won’t quit tonight.  Not even after you do.”

They started toward each other.

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The Ranch Barn

Katie put the boots to Jennifer. The blonde tried to cover, tried to scuttle away, but the redhead kicked her in the ribs and ass and ribs again. With Jen on her back again, Katie stomped her in the stomach and tried to stomp her throat but missed and hit her collarbone. Jennifer curled on her side, sobbing for breath. Katie kicked her arm out of the way and took careful aim. Her bootheel crushed Jennifer’s tit against the floorboards.

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The Procurer

Each woman raises her hands to the other’s breasts.  She caresses them, finding the positions she wishes to place her fingers.

“To prove that you are her superior, crush her vanity.”

Fingers tighten.  Lips draw back from teeth.

“The inferior woman is the woman who submits.”

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The Harem

“A  story of conquest.  The man seems to be the center, but in fact he is not.  The woman who is the harem queen is the center.  She has fucked and fought her way to the top.  Every woman in the harem wants to displace her, to bring her low.”

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Take What She Has

“I know I’ll be the last one,” Sydney said. She raised her hands, shoulder high, fingers spread. Her nails were sharp, and painted white. “Come fight me, vieja.”

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Something in the Water

Rikki jerked Emily’s tits apart, then slammed them together.  The blonde shuddered.  Her eyes were closed, teeth clenched.  She shook Rikki’s tits in retaliation.  Rikki’s nipples were distended to an alarming extent.  She moaned, and squeezed harder.  Emily changed direction, now pulling Rikki’s nipples straight down.  Both women were wet with sweat already.  The triangles of fabric covering their pussies were ever wetter.  Matt knew Emily’s musky scent; he imagined he could smell Rikki’s too, mixed with the aroma of the pit.  His cock throbbed.

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Back at the Beach House

They banged together again, this time neither giving ground.  Spike heels dug into the carpet.  Sternum to sternum.  Their stomachs slapped together as they fought for leverage.  Their tits rolled back and forth.  Then Sara thrust forward.  Marcy cried out.

“I hurt your little wifey just then, Ron,”  Sara said. They were slowly turning in a circle as they ground their tits together.  Marcy’s back was to me when Sara thrust again and Marcy’s black curls snapped back.  The impact made her tight ass jiggle.  Their tits flattened enough that their outer edges were visible on either side of Marcy’s back.

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It’s Deadly at the Top

Cami snarled and took off her top. Instead of dropping it, she whipped it across Juliana’s face. The small metal clasp between its cups cut the brunette’s eye. She cried out in pain, her hands flying to her face. Cami lunged forward, drove her knee into Juliana’s flat brown belly. The air burst out of Juliana’s lungs as her ovaries exploded in pain.

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Lois and Lana

Jesus, Clark thought.  Both women had the body of a comic-book heroine.  Long legs, lean-muscled arms, teardrop ass, flat hard abs, and big, firm breasts.  In the low light of the late night, every curve and valley was highlighted with shadows.  Clark loved the effect of the lighting.  He had excellent vision.

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Corner Pocket

Shoulders back, they smashed their tits together.  Neither gave an inch.  Their hands found each other, and interlocked fingers.  They pulled apart and slammed together a second time.  Petra rolled her shoulders in sort of a figure eight, a move that dragged her nipples across Alison’s like grappling hooks.  Their arms corded with lean muscle as their hands twisted and bent, but the real fight was chest to chest.

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Suburban Disturbance

Rhonda loved the idea of fighting another woman.  Even more specifically, Rhonda was crazy fucking turned on by the idea of fighting Brenda.  Brenda was the only woman in their circle who had tits that could even compete with Rhonda’s.  And now the topic was all Rhonda needed, or wanted, for foreplay.

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Glory Days

By dumb luck, Tina’s stiletto heel stabbed into Molly’s ankle, knocking her foot went out from under her. Molly lost her grip, and Tina whipped her elbow into her mouth again. Molly’s chin was covered with blood by now; it dripped on her chest, ran between and over her breasts. Tina broke free completely, gripped two hands of hair, smashed Molly’s face down into the table. Again. Again.

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By Comparison

They pushed up to their knees. In the spotlights, they glistened with sweat. The music pounded; so did fists all along the rim of the stage, as men urged them on. Tom saw tears in Maddy’s eyes as beads of blood popped up around Vicki’s embedded nails. The brunette was breathing in hard, hitching gasps. She screamed again and changed her grip to Vicki’s bulging nipples. Vicki couldn’t stand that. She jerked free and spun away. Slowly they got to their feet.

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